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The Resort Ambassador by ReaderMan Liz and Emi go shopping (Chapter 18) Emi opened her eyes and saw that Ben was sleeping peacefully. She loved his buzz cut and lightly ran her fingers across it, trying to not wake him. His afternoon shadow came quickly, she noted. Glancing down, she saw his feet dangling off the end of the bed and his blanket tenting at his crotch, causing her to smile. Rolling onto her back, she felt a sexy dread as she remembered something. Reaching under the blanket, she confirmed what she already knew, that she was bare. It was smooth all over, her last remaining cover, that hid just a small but important patch of skin, now gone, leaving it exposed to the world. She felt truly naked now. It was a strange sensation as her hand gravitated further down. The guys were going to make a big deal of this. There was no avoiding that, she thought as she cupped her sex, covering herself protectively. They were going to make comments, and look, she thought as her hand refused to stay still. Likely the entire building was going to see, she reasoned as she rubbed and pressed. How on earth could anyone deal with something like that, she thought as her mouth opened to get more air. She needed more air. “Good morning,” he said, startling her. She froze her hand, looking at him suddenly, trying to calm down. It’s not like he could know what she was doing under the blanket. She had barely been moving. “Ahh… good morning!” she said, blushing. His warm eyes seemed to smile. “What time is it?” “Time to go shopping,” she said, still wondering if he had noticed anything. “Ugh…” he pulled the pillow over his eyes. Emi sat up. “We only have pillows, sheets, a blanket, a single roll of toilet paper, and a face cloth,” she said, still buzzing, wishing she could have finished. “And some shaving stuff,” he added, causing his mouth to reshape into a grin. Emi slammed him with her pillow. “Ouch!” he laughed. After taking a long shower together, followed by awkwardly trying to dry two bodies with just a single face cloth, Emi put on the grungy t-shirt again and he pulled on his pants. His bare chest looked masculine and fit as he slid into his shirt. Opening the window, she saw it was a nice day and down below Cloud Nine was waiting for them. ***** “Can I take your order?” Jill asked. Emi looked around, wondering where the big guy in the bandana was. Her hands instinctively clenched the hem of her shirt, making sure it was long enough. “He takes a nap around now, as he’s up early baking every morning,” Jill explained, glancing down at Emi’s legs and chest. Realizing that it was attracting attention, Emi let go of her hem.“I’ll have one of those cheese/bacon delights and a coffee,” Emi said, using her watch to tap and pay as Jill had everything typed in before she had even finished speaking. “The breakfast special?” she asked, looking at Ben. He nodded, paying with his phone. “I just have to grab something on the next block, I’ll be right back,” he said, pausing to await her response Emi grabbed the cups. “Yeah, sure… what’s up?” she asked, looking at him. “Indeed…” he said, as left the cafe, running down the sidewalk. “Indeed?” Emi said to herself, trying to imagine what could be so important as to interrupt their time together. Watching him jog off down the street, she took a sip of coffee and then clicked her phone to call Liz. “Hi Emi!” Liz said, her cheerful voice filling the morning air. “Still wanna go shopping? I promise it won’t be fun…” “Count me in!” Liz said, excitedly. “Are you sure? We’re talking toilet paper and stuff.” “Haha, sure. I have nothing better to do today.” “Okay… meet us at Cloud Nine? In an hour?” “I’ll be there!” she said, ending the call. Emi was on her second cup when Ben returned. Looking a bit winded, he slid into the seat across from her. Emi smiled. She was curious, but Ben looked as if he needed a moment. “Look, Emi,” he said, wrinkling his brow. “Monday…” “Monday?” she replied. “I’d rather not. It’s Sunday. We’re in a café. It’s sunny. I’m here with you. Let me enjoy Sunday … all day.” Studying Ben, Emi could see that she’d throw him for a loop. Suddenly he didn’t know how to proceed. She’d obviously derailed his train of thought. “Okay, now you are worrying me. Pretend that I didn’t say that. You were going to tell me something.” “I do. I mean, I was. I just can’t figure out how to bring it up without mentioning…” “It’s okay. I understand. So, please. What’s on your mind?” “Umm. I care about you, and it’s been distressing … watching all that’s been happening. Without mentioning the day of the week that comes after Sunday… I just don’t know how you’re going to be able to handle it. Running to work naked every day. That’s just not right.” Emi looked down. Why was he reminding her of this? “I was thinking about that conversation… that we were having… when I was… you know…” he said, glancing all around. Emi blushed, also looking around, praying he would not say it out loud. “You were worried about when your job is up. About leaving the island.” Emi’s breath caught in her throat. From Monday to that day far in the distant future, the day she might have to leave Ben behind. The two things she least wanted to think about. “Please, Ben. I’ll have Jill get you a hot coffee. I’m sure yours is cold.” “Listen, Emi. I’m not good with this stuff. But it’s important. I want you to know that you’re important … to me. That I’m firmly in your corner. That’s what I’m trying to say.” Emi looked up, locking eyes with Ben. He looked serious, completely serious. “My corner?” she asked, prompting him to explain. “Yes…” he said, suddenly glancing to the side as if he were losing his nerve. “I’m ahh…” Emi sat up, watching him closely. He was struggling with whatever it was that he wanted to say, but then it hit her. Ben was trying to tell her how he felt. That was something she understood. She also wasn’t good when it came to expressing her feelings. It had been forever since she’d had a boyfriend, and that hadn’t gone well. In fact, it had been a disaster. Ben took a deep breath, looking up… “I…” His antics were starting to be amusing but Emi was sensing romantic vibes. “Spit it out, Ben. You’re making me nervous.” “I don’t want you to be nervous,” he said, placing a small box on the table and quickly pulling his hand away. Emi looked at it. It looked like a jewelry box. She was surprised and didn’t know how to react. “May I?” she said, reaching for it tentatively. It was a nice surprise. “To make your Sunday happy,” Ben said. “It’s all about Sunday. Forget I said Mon… the M-word.” Opening the box, Emi saw a glint, a flash of light. Turning it in the sunlight, she saw a pair of diamond bud earrings. “Ben… oh… this is too much.” She wasn’t much of a jewelry person, but his gesture warmed her heart. Diamonds were everlasting. What did his gift mean? “Ben, I don’t know what to say.” “You don’t have to say anything.” She returned her eyes to the earrings. Did this mean that Ben was serious about their relationship? That it wasn’t just a fling for him? But they’d just started going out. Wasn’t it a bit early? Emi’s mind was full of thoughts, but thankfully it wasn’t a ring. That would definitely be too much. “Thank you, Ben,” she said. Closing the box, she enveloped it in her hands, holding it to her chest. She saw Ben smile. As she reached a finger up to dab an eye, Jill came over to top up their coffee. “Don’t mind me,” she said, her sparkling smile hinting that she knew that something special was going down. A second later she was gone, dancing away to the next table. With the jewelry box still clutched to her chest, Emi reached one hand across the table. Placing her hand atop one of Ben’s hands, she gave it a squeeze. Again their eyes met, but this time, no words were spoken. They weren’t necessary. A minute later, she and Ben were again eating, talking, and enjoying the fragrant morning air. The box was on the table. Even though Emi was no longer holding it, she certainly hadn’t forgotten it. This moment would stay with her for a long time. Later, when it was almost time for Liz to arrive Emi again picked up the box. “Will you keep this for me? I can’t wear them right now.” She turned her head showing her earlobes. “I need to get my ears pierced first. But I will. For these earrings, I will.” He nodded, slipping it into his back pocket. “Nicest present anyone has ever given me,” she whispered into his ear. She kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for getting my Sunday off to a beautiful start.” But then a chuckle escaped her lips. How had he not seen that her ears weren’t pierced? “What’s so funny?” he asked, turning toward her, his lips barely an inch from hers. “Oh, nothing,” she replied. She really couldn’t expect him to notice something so small, especially considering that her ears were above her neck. Maybe if she wasn’t almost always nude. Just then, looking down the street, Emi saw Liz approaching. Liz was walking energetically, wearing a short green skirt, almost like a school skirt, and white knee-highs. It made her look like a teen as her little black ponytail bounced behind her. “Hey Emi, ready to shop?” Emi nodded. “Yeah, I have to buy a lot of boring things today, starting with a new t-shirt. It’s too bad because this could be my last day to do this. I wanted to have some fun.” Ben put down his coffee. “I’ll take care of the apartment shopping, you guys go have fun,” he said. “No… you don’t have to…” “If you don’t mind my selection of dishes, silverware, and pots and pans?” He asked. “I absolutely trust your sense, Ben. And I’ll pay you back,” Emi said, remembering that his place seemed to have a decent selection of dishes and cutlery, among other things. “Call them housewarming gifts.” “Ben… no…” “Take her away, Liz,” Ben said, smiling. “Let’s go Emi…” she said, dragging Emi away. Reluctantly Emi gave in, allowing herself to be pulled. “I’m paying you back!” she yelled. He had already bought her expensive earrings. It wasn’t right for him to buy her apartment stuff. As a specialist contractor, she likely made at least twice as much money as he did. She would pay him back and then some. Glancing back, she saw him smiling happily. ***** Three blocks down, and four shops later, Emi hit the t-shirt jackpot. She grabbed the first t-shirt she could find and went to the changing room. Liz followed her in. “Ahh… I’m okay, Liz…” “Are you kidding me? I see you naked all day at work.” Emi saw her point, pulling off the dog whisperer t-shirt, leaving it beside her as she pulled on the t-shirt with a big fuzzy bear on the front. “I see you shaved,” Liz said bluntly. Emi pulled the t-shirt firmly down, ignoring the comment. “So suddenly you are shaving? What brought this on?” “What? Oh yeah, just you know. Ahem… keeping it all cleaned up,” Emi said, awkwardly, wishing Liz would change the subject. “Oh my God, you’re blushing,” Liz said, looking into Emi’s face uncomfortably close. “Hey… it’s okay. I know you are going through a lot right now. I’m here for you. Okay?” Emi nodded. Her tone was friendly, making it sound as if she meant it. Liz picked up the dog whisperer t-shirt. “I think it’s safe to say that we both would like to never see this again,” she said, opening the door. “Wait…” Liz stopped… looking at her. When Emi said nothing, Liz took a few steps and tossed it into the waste bin by the viewing mirror. “I’ll grab a few more t-shirts,” she said, leaving the changing room area. Emi didn’t particularly like the idea of Liz tossing her only piece of clothing before she’d had the chance to replace it. Liz returned. “Didn’t you give that to Ben?” “No, it was a loaner.” Emi shrugged. It wasn’t like she was going to wear it again. It did look kind of dumb. Feeling the hem of the bear t-shirt, Emi noticed it was a little short, too short for comfort, so Emi left the changing room to go help Liz find something, gripping the hem down. “Excuse me, Ma’am, you can’t leave the changing area with merchandise on,” the cleric said. “Right of course,” Emi said, wondering if Liz was up to something. She looked around and then into the waste bin. The dog whisperer was still there. If she needed to, she could always pull it out. Liz came back with a stack of t-shirts. “Try these on.” “Ahh… okay… you know I can’t leave here with this on, right?” “Yes,” she laughed. “But don’t worry, I’ll buy the one you like for you and bring it back to you.” Emi looked at her with squinty eyes. Liz shook her head. “I know… I know… perfect opportunity to mess with you, right? Well… I had a nightmare last night where I was forced to be a mailgirl and well… I didn’t like it at all.” “Oh… poor girl. That must have been terrible…” Emi said sarcastically. “It was,” Liz said, leaning in and hugging Emi. “I hate Ho and Brandy, and Ruth and Sarah and Su-Ning.” “Wait… Su-Ning shouldn’t be on that list, and I’m not sure about Ruth… yet. What do you think about Sarah?” “Are you kidding me? Ruth’s going to be the new Ho. What does great power do? It corrupts greatly.” “I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” Emi said, closing the door. She pulled off her t-shirt and tried another one. It didn’t fit so well, and she didn’t like the color. She should be out there picking her own selections or this could take forever. She started taking off the t-shirt and Liz grabbed part of Emi’s t-shirt and stood upon the bench, allowing her to reach higher, helping her pull it off. Emi didn’t think that she needed help, but Liz passed her another shirt to try on. Soon they had tried over a dozen t-shirts and Emi’s mind started to wander. She was thinking ahead to the mailgirl app – about how to hit the ground running with development. Liz gestured for Emi to raise her arms and then dragged a t-shirt down her body. Pulling the last bit over her pussy and making sure Emi’s ass crack was fully covered. Emi continued to think: Data models starting with Runs and Demerits. Run’s were obvious, origin, destination, and time estimate. But how to automate the time estimates? A lookup table or something based upon… steps taken? But what about running vs walking? “Arms… up,” Liz said, for the umpteenth time. Liz pulled off the t-shirt and replaced it with a new one. Emi felt Liz tugging the garment down over her breasts and on down her body. She could feel Liz’s knuckles touching her sometimes as she continued to think. The constant drag of material had woken up her nipples. Demerits, who can assign them, when, and associated with only the current run? Can someone not associated with a run give them? “Nope, not that one.” Emi raised her arms automatically. Liz slipped on a new one. “Oh… nice. Let’s look in the mirror,” she said, opening the door and dragging Emi out. Emi didn’t see anyone by the mirror except one employee watching the shoppers. What about punishments for demerits, is that within the system or not? Removing demerits after they completed the punishment, ie: working an extra hour? “It looks not bad. I’ll put that one aside and we can try a few more,” Liz said, dragging Emi back into the room and again stripping her naked. Demerits cost per punishment as in 10 for say working 1 extra hour? Do we need to track that or is it just a simple removal of X demerits depending upon who’s in charge? “Oh I should probably shut the door,” Liz said, pulling another t-shirt down over Emi’s bare body. But do these demerits work well with the cosplay angle? Maybe just keep Demerits simple for now. Add and remove X amount from a specified person who is part of the system. If they aren’t part of the system, then screw ’em. “Not so good,” Liz said, pulling up the t-shirt, baring Emi’s shaved pussy and tits to a grim-faced young lady in charge of the changing rooms. The woman shut the door. That broke Emi from her thoughts. “Don’t leave the door open, Liz,” she said, feeling annoyed for not even noticing it. She lifted her arms. Liz pulled another t-shirt down. What the UI would look like. She had some ideas but needed to talk with Hannah. “Oh, let’s check out this one,” Liz said, pulling Emi out of the changing room towards the mirror, walking past a bench with a middle-aged man sitting on it, holding a woman’s purse on his lap. Emi felt his eyes follow her as she approached the mirror, seeing that the t-shirt did in fact look cute, except that it was SEE-THROUGH. She could see her nipples clear as day. “Oh crap, we can see your nipples,” Liz said, a little too loud. Emi quickly folded her arms, covering them. “And it’s a bit too short as well… is that your…” Emi pulled down the hem and without looking at the guy, feeling heat on her face, she hurried to the changing room. She shut the door and pulled the garment off. Liz entered the room, giving the guy a brief glance at Emi’s nude side profile before she shut the door. Emi gritted her teeth, realizing that her hard nipples had likely stolen the show. Had Liz done that on purpose? “I’ll take that one we set aside,” Emi said, pulling it on quickly and checking the length. It was good. She needed to get out of here before Liz’s antics got her in trouble. Liz opened the door and returned all the other clothes to the used clothing desk, and piled it on top. She returned, closing the door behind her. “I’ll go pay for it. Give it to me,” she said. Emi had no choice. She painfully grinned, pulling the shirt off, covering her pussy and breasts, while standing away from the door. Liz left, closing the door behind her. Crammed against the wall, Emi avoided being seen. She was naked and alone. There was no clothing in the changing room and a man just outside. Leaning a shoulder to the wall, she thought about the life choices that she had been making recently. Liz returned, opening and shutting the door. Emi was still to the side, as far as she could go, to avoid further embarrassment. She quickly pulled on the purchased faded pink t-shirt with the town name, ‘Basci’ printed on it, and they left, walking past the smiling man. Outside she thought about calling Sam to ask for some help with data models. Sam was great with data modeling and architecting the backend and Emi needed the answer to some questions, and while Brandy would make the final call, she preferred to first explore all the technical options. Plus Sam was, after all, the big-guns, regarding data structures. Emi called Sam, explaining what she needed. “I’m just down the street in Goth Cafe,” Sam said, her voice coming from Emi’s watch. “And you better not be naked,” she said, laughing. Of course she was at a place like that, Emi thought. The Goth Cafe – exactly where Emi wanted to hang out, she thought sarcastically. With a little anxiety, Emi walked down the street in her new t-shirt, Liz following quickly behind her. She hoped the Goth girl that stole her permit wasn’t there. ***** Vast swaths of black and purple dominated the cafe, but it was the music that caught Emi’s attention. It was house techno dance, but it seemed as if someone had messed with the original track, producing a slower base-y hypnotic variant. The grunge-like interior was as expected, featuring half-finished construction everywhere as if it was that way on purpose. There were large speakers here and there, filling the space with a thick bass that wasn’t too loud so as to not impede conversation. The lighting was barely enough but in a good way. Despite no interest in goth, Emi liked the place, it had a hypnotic atmosphere. There were only a few people, in two booths, none of them were dressed in Goth, making Emi feel a little better. Up ahead was a goth-dressed serving girl leaning against the bar, trying to act cool. The place felt more like a pub than a cafe. A kitchen ordering window was just past the bar, a few more empty booths, and finally a pool table near the far wall. Sam was there, playing pool by herself. “Figures Sam would be here. I’ve seen her here before,” Liz said. “You know this place?” Emi asked. “Well… yeah, I live on this island, remember?” As Emi approached, she saw Sam’s laptop leaning against the wall on a small table with some tall, skinny stools around it. Emi would never mistake that laptop. ‘Las Tres Amigas’, was boldly written on the back (the three friends) – meaning Becca, Sam, and Hannah. They were just three before Emi joined the team. Still, recently, it surely felt like that they were once again, just the three of them. Sam was in her classic black tank top and punk-like oversized red shorts. As she lined up her shot, Emi could see her shoulder tattoo – a computer chip. She smacked the white ball, hard, sinking her target in a far corner pocket. She stood up and turned around. “Em… grab a stick,” she said cheerfully, rubbing her brush cut. Being half Chinese, Sam’s hair wasn’t perfectly black. Emi hesitated. “Oh… yeah no, I don’t think…” “That much is obvious,” Sam said, seeing Liz grab a pool cue. “Nuh nahh… grab a seat Mini Mart, it’s Sam and Emi time now.” “What? I want to play too!” Liz complained. “Sorry Munchkin. No can do,” Sam said, gesturing to the sign that said adults only in this area. Liz slumped, handing the pool cue to Emi. “She’s just messing with you,” Emi said. “We can all play.” She handed the cue back to Liz and grabbed one for herself from the wall as Sam racked up the balls. Unsure about where to start, Emi decided to focus on breaking as Sam was eagerly waiting. Emi slid the stick back and forth awkwardly on her fingers. Pulling back and gave it her all with the hardest hit she could muster. She glanced off the white ball, causing her shot to hit the center pack pathetically slow, barely moving them. “Oh my God, that was bad,” Sam laughed. “Hold on…” she said, racking the balls up again. “Sorry, it has been a while. Highschool actually, with Evan…” Emi explained awkwardly as she tried again. This time she broke properly. Nothing went in, but at least it wasn’t embarrassing again. Sam took a shot, sinking a ball. “Solids. I’ll take you two on,” she said, sinking one more as Liz approached the table. Sam finally missed. Liz struggled to reach her ball but still managed to sink it. Sam snorted. “Lucky shot, shorty.” “I’m just an inch shorter than you!” Liz challenged, glaring at Sam indignantly. Sam ignored her, watching Emi lining up her shot, getting ready to shoot. “Speaking of Evan, I finally read your mailgirl story.” Emi fumbled her shot, looking at Sam accusingly. Sam put up her hands. “What? I was sick and tired of being left out of the conversation with Becca and Hannah. That’s some pretty interesting shit your buddy gets off on,” she said, missing a difficult shot. Liz had an easy shot lined up, right in front of her. Sam mockingly offered the bridge-stick, since it was obviously unneeded. It was another jab at Liz’s height. Liz ignored the taunt. “You don’t know the half of it,” Liz said, failing to sink her ball. “Ask Emi what she wants help with.” Emi was lining up her shot. “Normalcy? Clothing? Her girly bits flapping in the wind?” Sam blurted with perfect timing. Emi missed, again staring at Sam impassively. She might have missed that shot anyway, but it was convenient to blame Sam. Sam sank her shot, and then another, before missing. “I can hardly wait to see Sam help,” Liz said, grinning but missing her shot. Thinking about the primary purpose of the app, Emi described the first two things that she had been trying to encapsulate with data models. Sam scratched her head. “Runs and demerits? You want to improve performance with beach deliveries?” Liz put her cue down. “No, this isn’t for the resort. It’s something new,” she grinned. “Something with the marketing devs?” Sam asked. The goth server walked up to them carrying a small pizza. “We’ll take that at the end booth there,” Sam instructed, laying down her stick. “We’ll just say I won.” Sam shared her pizza with them as Emi awkwardly tried to explain the meeting with Su-Ning and Brandy. Leaving out all the Ho stuff, and anything related to her community service. Sam didn’t believe it at first, but after Emi blasted her with details about the app and showed her the mailgirl website, Sam got pissed. “What the fuck, Emi! Why would you let them do that to you? I mean seriously! Are you whack?” Emi sputtered some lame excuses. This wasn’t going well. Liz looked uncomfortable. “You actually signed a contract without Becca? You’re fucked girl. You have no idea. Becca was already freaked out about you. This could be the last straw.” Liz put her pizza down. “Leave her alone, Sam! You don’t know what’s going on. Emi didn’t have a choice!” Emi glared at Liz. It was a choice, and Liz was slipping up, revealing her other problems. Liz shifted uncomfortably. “What? I said nothing, and you didn’t say it was a secret!” Emi was upset. It was obviously a secret, and Liz knew it. “Secrets too? Like I said, you’re fucked Emi,” Sam said, getting up to leave. “Wait… Sam,” Emi said, gripping her arm, hanging her head low. She didn’t want it to end like this. Sam looked her straight in the eye, showing some conflicted anguish in her eyes. “I… alright…” Emi said, feeling she had no choice. “I’ll tell you everything.” A half-hour later, Sam was rolling on the floor in laughter. She looked like she was trying to make snow angels on the floor of the goth cafe. Emi hadn’t expected this reaction. Still on her back, on the floor, Sam turned her head towards Emi. “So you really don’t like being naked?” Emi shook her head. Sam began laughing again. “So back up… let me get this straight… Evan… your buddy… gives you these stories, and that leads to Becca doing mailgirl antics, and becoming an RA, which leads you to Lookout Point and then becoming an RA and then you become roped into becoming a mailgirl?” Emi hesitated. “It… not really a mailgirl. It’s just testing a mailgirl app… mostly.” “Nope… she’s definitely a mailgirl,” Liz blurted, laughing. “She even shaved herself bald!” “Look baldie, that’s some best friend you have there!” Sam choked, and after more laughter and another snow angel, Sam finally rejoined them in the booth with a never-ending smile. Liz patted Emi on the shoulder. “It wasn’t Evan’s fault. And best friends are rarely perfect,” she added. Emi was embarrassed about the whole thing. She knew it sounded ridiculous. Sam walked up to Emi, patting her other shoulder. “Look, I’m sorry about what you had to go through. Now that I know that it wasn’t ALL your own fault, I feel a bit bad. Still, I’m going to razz you when I can, because well… that’s what I do. Are we good?” Emi nodded. It was unusual to see Sam being so straight and serious like this. They locked eyes for a moment, and Emi realized that their friendship was back on the mend. Sam grabbed her cue. “Now that we got all that ugliness behind us, let’s play pool… Nine, rack ’em up!” Emi didn’t like being called that, but she was glad that Sam seemed to be on her side again. After a cider and a couple of games later, Liz, Sam and Emi were getting into the game. It was going great until Emi leaned over to take a shot and Liz lifted the back of her t-shirt up with her stick, exposing her entire ass, causing a wolf whistle from one of the booths. Emi spun around, shoving her hem way down, which emphasized her pointies, which had suddenly made an appearance. She was blushing. “Liz! People could see everything!,” Emi said, exasperatedly, trying to keep her voice down. Liz looked down. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist… you were leaning over so provocatively. I meant only to take a peek at your butt. You shouldn’t play pool in just a t-shirt!” Sam laughed. “Wow, Liz, that’s pretty ballsy,” she said, and they high-fived. Emi glanced at the booth with two young men looking her way. A girl was with them, but facing the other direction. She turned her head to see what was going on. Emi tried to ignore the booth, watching Sam closely, hoping that she wasn’t going to become another Liz. Just when they were about to continue playing, Emi and Sam’s watches beeped. It was a message from Becca. “Team fucking meeting right the goddam fucking now!” Sam winced. “Oh shit… there were two fucks in there. I’ve never seen her double-fuck before. She probably just found out about the deal.” Emi brought her hands to her mouth in alarm. “I was hoping to break it to her first.” Sam shook her head morbidly at Emi. “You’re in biiiiggg trouble…. I would HATE to be you right now,” she said looking at her watch. “I think she’s in the marketing building.” “Server Room,” Becca added in another text. ***** Sam and Emi bid Liz goodbye as they left to meet Hannah and Becca. When they arrived at the Server Room, Hannah was there alone, leaning against the counter with her arms folded. Emi thought she looked good. The blue-eyed blonde had her hair up as usual in a French braid with wisps of hair hanging down. Her flowery summer dress matched her pale complexion perfectly. “What did you do now, Sam?” Hannah asked, with a touch of French accent, reminding Emi that stress sometimes caused her accent to come out. “This time it ain’t me,” Sam grinned. “It’s haircut-girl that you have to worry about.” Hannah looked at Emi. “Oh… you got a haircut? It doesn’t look different. I got one yesterday. A French braid with a twist…” Sam cut her off. “I’m not talking about her head.” Hannah’s eyes grew enormous. “Emi… welcome to the club! This will make the mailgirl in you much more authentic!” “Don’t you know it…” Sam said. Her pasted-on smile was annoying. Hannah walked up to Emi and lifted her t-shirt before she could stop her. “Wonderful!” Sam laughed. “It looks more pornographic without the pubes.” Emi slammed down the front of her t-shirt. Hannah ignored Emi’s indignant expression. “Now we are matching – proper women. Civilized. Unlikes the bushmaster over there,” she gestured in Sam’s direction. Sam was observing her watch. “Becca will be here any second.” “Don’t call her carrot-top or anything stupid, Sam. I think this is serious. What did you do Emi?” Emi opened her mouth, uncertain about where to start. The door banged open. Becca stormed in, looking pissed. Sam and Hannah slowly backed away from Emi. Becca was dressed in business clothes, and breathing like a red dragon. “Guess what I just found out, Emi?” Becca snarled. Emi looked around and saw that Sam and Hannah were still slowly moving back, away from her, as if Becca’s wrath might make for some collateral damage, shrapnel. “So you signed a deal. A deal for our team, I assume. All on your lonesome. I read what they proposed and I read what you settled on. So let me ask you this…” Emi braced herself. “Are you out of your fucking mind?! What were you thinking?” Emi was unable to speak. She knew that she should have expected this, but now she realized with horror that she had made a big mistake. “Who’s job is it to handle the deals and the money?” “yours” “That’s right. I let you run this outfit because you are the most qualified, but the deal-making and money stuff is my domain, got it?” “yes” “So please take a chair. Let’s all sit down. Have a little powwow, while you go into detail about how you came to this decision. And this had better be a damned good story because make no mistake, your job is on the line here.” This was it. Emi knew there could be no more secrets. Glancing over, she saw Hannah looking like someone had just slapped her. Sam looked like she was going to implode in glee. Taking a deep breath, Emi explained how she’d had no choice. They’d summoned her to the meeting, and Su-Ning wanted this deal to be signed. She didn’t know why Becca hadn’t been part of the meeting. “Because they knew damn well that I wouldn’t have let you sign that deal. That’s exactly why I wasn’t there. You know Emi, I’m feeling like this could be the last straw.” Emi shrank. The world was falling in on itself. She wanted to cry. Sam leaned forward. “Just hear her out, Becca.” “What you knew?!” Becca yelled, facing Sam. “I literally JUST found out! Just relax for a moment and listen to what she says. I swear, it’s going to blowww your minnnnds,” she said, nodding vigorously. “What? There’s more to it than the deal?” Becca asked, incredulously. “Oh, yeah… a LOT more,” Sam said, gesturing a nuclear mushroom cloud with her fingers, and adding an explosion sound effect with her voice. “Okay… alright Emi… I’m listening,” Becca said, folding her arms. Emi explained how it all started back when Becca was an RA. That she was experimenting with nudity out at Lookout Point. Then she explained about the shrine, the arrest, prison, and finally the community sentence. She was careful to add that she, herself, chose to be an RA rather than pick up garbage around the island. Becca inspired her in that regard. “What? Me? I inspired you to be an RA?” Emi nodded. Becca looked confused. “What? When did this happen?” “I was pretending to stay at Su-Ning’s place for a couple days.” “A couple days? All this happened in a couple of days?” “Yes, they move fast around here. Especially when an official like Wang has been slighted.” Becca was barely keeping up, looking annoyed. A flurry of emotion was crossing her face. “Keep talking…” she prompted. Emi then described the blowout with Ho at the fire-pit. And how the dev ban trapped her in the marketing building – naked. “So why the fuck didn’t you tell me any of this?” “Look Becca, never in my life had I been a Director of Software… in charge of so much. I was proud of my accomplishment. But when I got charged, I was so deeply ashamed, I just wanted to keep it to myself. I thought I could make up for it by helping the resort, as an RA, like you. I thought we would be safe on the resort grounds. Together as RA’s. I’ve never even had a parking ticket before. I just couldn’t… I couldn’t tell anyone… I was so ashamed. What would everyone think? That I was forced to be naked by the courts? How would that inspire the staff to go topless? If everyone knew, they would think I was a low-life criminal. They would spit on me… you would have to let me go…” Emi said, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I swear you are bone stupid sometimes. I would have supported you. You could have told me,” Becca said, gently. “No… you were the last person I could tell. You seemed to respect me. I didn’t want to lose that,” Emi said, trying to not cry. Her face felt wet. She wiped her nose again. Sam was comforting Hannah, who was quietly sniffling. Sam lifted part of Hannah’s dress, offering the cloth so that she could blow her nose on it. She glanced at Sam with wet-faced annoyance and pushed her dress back down. Becca looked stunned. “Alright… okay… don’t worry about any of that. It’s fine. We are still good… but why did you let Ho screw with you like that?” “She just has to say the word and she can double my sentence,” Emi explained. “She can add another 12 months.” Becca made a pair of fists. She looked angry, seething. “I’m sorry about the deal. They put me on the spot and Su-Ning wanted it. They said it was for the good of the resort and the entire island. Please forgive me, Becca,” Emi begged, wiping her eyes. Becca took a deep breath. “Jesus Emi, you call this a deal? You let them walk all over you. You are the worst dealmaker ever,” she said, giving Emi a hug, surprising everyone in the room. Emi tried to stop her shoulders from shaking as she basked in Becca’s warm hug. “You know what Emi? I’m so fucking relieved,” Becca said. Emi didn’t understand. “Relieved? What?” “With you being naked outside the resort… I thought you had gone nuts, off the deep end, crackers. I really did. I thought I had lost you, for good.” “Hold up, I wouldn’t give her a ‘total pass’,” Sam said, laughing. Hannah punched Sam’s arm. “Ouch!” “Don’t you ever do anything like this ever again? Do you hear me?” Emi nodded. Sam coughed. “Like what? Streak Wang’s property? Go to prison? Sign mailgirl deals? You need to be more specific,” she laughed. Everyone smiled at that last comment. “But there’s more… Emi, tell them about Ho’s RA rule changes,” Sam said grimly. Emi nodded, explaining that she has to be naked outside everywhere. That rule means commuting to work naked every day. She will probably have to avoid going out in the daylight from now on. No more enjoying the sunshine. She went into details about the new rules and how Ho was trying to make it permanent because they had to redefine her RA job description for the courts in order to get a naked travel permit. But it was Ho’s fault in the first place she had to travel naked outside! Becca’s face darkened. “Look, we can end all this now by going to the local US consulate Emi. I believe one of the towns on this island has one. They can help get you off the island. This place is fucking crazy.” Emi thought about it for a moment. “No… I don’t want to do that. It would end our contract here in disgrace. Tarnish our reputation. And I made a deal. I’m not going back on it. I knew what I was doing.” Becca shook her head in horror. “You don’t owe anyone anything. The scandal wasn’t your fault.” Emi knew what she was saying, but didn’t feel she deserved that much of a reprieve. This was all her own doing. She had made her bed. “I don’t care. Look… I’ll consider the consulate route if things go seriously south, but right now I want to see if I can ride this out. Becca, I don’t go back on my word. I negotiated in good faith and want to pay for my crime and be done with it. I don’t want this hanging over me for the rest of my life.” Becca shook her head in wonderment. “You didn’t tell her about your clothes,” Sam said, grimly. Emi looked down at her feet. “Ho tricked me into donating all of my clothing to charity,” she said, shamefully. Becca’s face went dark again. “Explain.” Emi explained about not being allowed to even touch clothing. And that the package had said ‘lost and found’ on it. She went into details about what happened. Becca nodded, taking it all in. “Wait here, I have to make a call. Sam, come with me.” A few minutes later Sam and Becca returned to gather the others, and they all left. “Where are we going?” Emi asked, nervously. “To see Ho,” Becca said. Sam giggled. “Ho is in sooo much troooouble…” ***** The four of them took a taxi to the front entrance of the resort. They all got out while Becca paid the driver. “Wait here please. We will need a return ride,” she instructed the driver. Becca turned to Hannah. “Stay right here in the parking lot. If you see anything unusual, report it to the front desk.” Hannah nodded, looking scared. Emi also felt trepidation as she followed Sam and Becca. Sam seemed like she was having the time of her life as they entered the building. Emi thought it felt weird to be wearing a t-shirt inside the resort, but it was still the weekend. So maybe it was okay. Becca led them straight to Ho’s office, opening the door without a knock, surprising Ho as they entered. “Emi, why are you dressed,” Ho barked. “I think a better question is, where is Emi’s clothing?” Becca started. “Emi… look, she donated them by accident. It was all a misunderstanding,” Ho said awkwardly. “Bo was supposed to deliver them. We tried to surprise Emi…” “Well… I certainly hope that you didn’t break any laws by touching Emi’s clothing Ho,” Becca said looking at her fingernails. Ho’s intercom buzzed. She answered it. “Don’t interrupt me right now…“ “Ma’am… a police car outside with its lights flashing. Is everything okay?” said the voice on the intercom. “Everything is fine, Lucy,” Ho said, hanging up. She looked stressed. “Get Bo in here,” Becca said. Ho used her intercom to have Bo sent to her office. He arrived shortly and explained everything that happened. Just as Emi had remembered it. He was looking around. “Is something going on?” “Yes, Bo… that package contained every piece of clothing that Emi owns on the island. What exactly did you do with the package,” Becca asked. Bo spun around to face Emi. “Oh shit… I had no idea. I swear Emi… I would never do that to you!” Emi nodded. She believed him. “I ahh… well… I hope I don’t get fired for this… but… well, when Ho told me this was a package of lost and found clothing for Emi. First of all, it didn’t make any sense. We haven’t been open long enough to have this much clothing if any. But anyway, I was thinking that if Ho had found stuff that would fit Emi, I thought it would fit my sister… and well… it would be a shame to…” “Where is it!” Becca yelled. “At my place. I haven’t opened it yet… I swear Emi. If I had opened it and seen your clothing I would have returned it to you immediately,” he said, looking panicked. “Get that fucking package right now. Bring it to my desk in the office. And make sure nobody takes it. Guard it with your fucking life if you have to,” Becca said, loudly. She was obviously upset. Emi burst into tears, her clothing! It wasn’t gone! “You dodged a fucking bullet, Ho. Bo saved your ass,” Becca said. Ho said nothing, but she looked unhappy about the entire situation. “Now back to you, Ho, about Emi being naked outside of the resort. Who do you think you are!” She screamed, slamming her hands on her desk. Ho seemed un-rattled at the outburst. “Su-Ning wouldn’t agree to that. You are overstepping your bounds Ho. Do you really think Emi can concentrate on doing a good job for the resort if she’s freaked out about being naked outside in public? You know as well as I do, that is psychological torture.” Ho looked uncomfortable. “You’ve had your fun. Time for you and Wang to quit messing with Emi. You are just endangering the ACE deal, hurting your resort, and betraying Su-Ning’s trust. I wouldn’t be surprised if Wang was paying you to harass Emi. Regardless, it would be unwise to push Emi so hard that she has a breakdown and speaks with the US consulate. Am I right?” Ho looked furious but didn’t move a muscle. “What do you want,” she sputtered. “Revert Emi’s naked rule.” “Not going to happen. You don’t hold all the cards, Becca.” “True, but I have a stronger hand than you do… Sam?” Everyone watched Sam as she stepped forward, dramatically wiggling her fingers, before finally showing a single pinky and bringing it gently down upon her smartwatch. She tapped a button with it.” Suddenly everyone’s watch beeped, even Ho’s. A message came in. “Maintenance Mode: Sorry for the inconvenience, we will be back up as soon as possible.” Ho looked up from her watch, livid. “How’s it going with that maintenance, Sam?” Becca asked. “Yeah… fuck… we have a major problem. I’m not sure when we can have it resolved. It could take weeks,” Sam said, making a show of it. Becca turned to face Sam. “That’s terrible, Sam. So it’s not just customer service and drinks to the beach? Is the main website and guest admitting also down? What about online reservations?” “Yeah, it’s the whole goddam thing. It’s a real mess, unfortunately,” Sam said, laying it on thick. Emi was shocked. She couldn’t imagine Becca going this far, risking so much. “I think we are done here girls,” Becca said. “Take your time Ho…” The three of them left an angry, sputtering Ho in the office, closing the door on her. Outside in the parking lot, Becca ran over to the young police officer standing beside his patrol car. The lights were still flashing. Becca gave him a big kiss. He then got back into his car, turned off the lights, and drove away. Emi remembered him, officer Daniels. He was also there when she got arrested on the beach. He must have kept his word about not saying anything to Becca about the arrest that day. They got in the taxi. Becca in the front, Emi sat with the others in the back. Sam was beside Hannah, filling her in on what had happened in Ho’s office. Hannah put her hands on her mouth, her eyes went wide. “Oh my god,” she said, looking over at Emi. “Your clothes!” They drove back up Main Street looking for someplace to hang out, ending up at Cloud Nine. Sitting outside at a table, they dug into some delicious food, while Becca hammered Emi with questions. Was this the secret you couldn’t tell me before? So, you’re really not into nudity? On and on the questions came. And Emi told them everything. She even pointed out her new apartment up above and told them she was now dating Ben. Hannah mentioned her shaving. Emi breathed a sigh of relief, she was no longer harboring any secrets from her team. It felt refreshing, much better than she might have expected. ***** An hour later they got a message from Ho. “I’ll admit things went a little far. I hope Emi has no hard feelings. After talking with Wang this is the best I can do. Believe me, she won’t budge anymore. I tried my best. If Emi hadn’t desecrated her daughter’s grave, none of this would be happening. Please don’t force me to double Emi’s sentence and report that she’s threatening to go to the US consulate to bypass her punishment. Putting Emi in prison and destroying your team’s reputation helps none of us. Let’s just put all of this behind us and please accept my apologies. Sincerely Ho.” Clothing Amendment: When the RA is outside of the resort, and not on the clock as a mailgirl, the RA can wear a semi-transparent silk t-shirt. This will soften the blow to those (at a distance) that are not comfortable with nudity, while also allowing the RA to express the values of the nudist resort to those (close up) that carefully scrutinize the RA’s attire. This is the best of both worlds and the final compromise. Naturally, the RA’s existing protocol remains. The RA must not try to cover up, but rather, project pride in naturist values. Also note, this is the only garment and will be sufficient for indoor establishments as well. Becca stood up and slammed a fist down on the table, bouncing all the plates, spilling some of Sam’s drink. “This is outrageous!” “Don’t worry, I got it!” Sam said, quickly slurping the spilled drink on the table before it dripped off onto the ground. Emi grabbed Becca’s arm. “No… Becca, this is fine. I am so happy now. This is great! Please don’t do anything.” she pleaded. “No Emi, this is unacceptable.” “It’s a million times better than before. Except for 90 min a day, I can be fully clothed! Training the guys, eating food, shopping, going to work, working out. It’s definitely a great win,” she insisted, downplaying her fear of the transparency part. She didn’t want Becca to escalate things again. Becca shook her head. “This wasn’t what I wanted. I’m sorry Emi… I slipped up by mentioning the consulate to Ho.” “That’s fine. I can’t do the consulate thing… too risky. I’m glad that you used it for leverage. Maybe it will help keep them in check. This was more than I was hoping for Becca, I have my clothes back and now I don’t have to be naked outside,” she added. “From a distance,” Sam corrected. “Naked from a distance. Up close you will obviously be Nine, the Resort Ambassador.” “I don’t care. This is a huge win. I don’t want to hurt our team, the resort, or the island. Let’s just chill. We will work on this stupid app until I’ve paid my debt to society, and then we will be free of all this.” Becca folded her arms. She didn’t look convinced. “Look Becca, it’s all good. I’m happy now. You saved me. Now I can do this. I’m still scared, but this is something I can finally imagine being able to handle. I can become stronger with my fear of nudity. I’ll be unstoppable after defeating this challenge, I swear!” “I think I believe her, Becca,” Hannah said, looking at Emi with pride. Becca looked to Sam. “What? Sure whatever, she wants to be Nine, let her be Nine. Who are we to tell her what to do?” Sam said, shoving a piece of pastry into her mouth. “Plus, she has already shaved and everything,” Hannah added, smiling. “What about Monday, the mailgirl training?” “It’s… ahh… fine,” Emi said, looking around at the three of them. She wasn’t feeling as confident as she was trying to appear, wondering if they could see that. “I want to meet this ‘Brandy’,” Becca said, with an annoyed look. “She’s strong, Becca, and she has Ruth behind her. Just be careful, okay?” Emi said. Becca picked up her drink. “Well, they are no match for the four of us. Just say the word and we blow this popsicle stand, okay?” Emi nodded, but she didn’t think it would be that easy. The island was militaristic and quite serious about law enforcement. Escape might be possible, but it would more likely get her tossed in prison. It wasn’t worth the risk. Sam started licking her next pastry like a dog. Emi looked around at her teammates, liking how things had turned out. It was horrible for the last few weeks when her team was alienated by her nudity. It felt wonderful having her team united again. Becca pulled out the contract and shook her head in wonderment. “You really did a number on yourself here, kiddo. There is no getting out of this one.” “Oh my God, Emi… you are going to be a real mailgirl,” Hannah said. Emi couldn’t tell if Hannah was entertained or horrified for her. “Just 90 minutes a day. At least I got some clothing.” Sam popped open Hannah’s purse and pulled out a marker. She started scribbling on the back of her laptop. “It’s see-through clothing and for 90 minutes a day, if they so choose, that might also include outside.” Oh shit, Emi thought. She hadn’t realized that. Panicking for a moment before she pushed those fears aside, as everyone was watching her closely. She smiled, trying to throw them off. Becca grabbed Emi’s hand, squeezing it. “I feel for you Emi, I really do. This is unfair punishment for taking on the negotiator role alone. I hope, for your sake, that you never, ever, do such a thing again. We are a team, and we all have our parts to play.” Emi nodded, sullenly. “Yes, I’ve learned my lesson.” Becca smiled grimly. “No… not yet, you haven’t. That’s going to be a tough 90 minute spanking that you are going to take every workday until the new year or longer.” “Spanking?’ Emi asked. “I didn’t mean literally.” ”Ahh… Becca?” Hannah asked. Becca laughed.“I don’t think that was actually part of the story,” she said, thinking for a moment. Emi wondered what that was all about. “Look at it this way, Kiddo. You wanted to get over your nudity hangup. You seemed to envy my bravery. Well… soon I’ll be admiring you, big time. And Hannah will be living vicariously through your trials and tribulations, no doubt.” “What me? How about YOU Becca! You were the first one to want to roleplay being a mailgirl.” “It doesn’t matter who,” Becca said, causing Sam to laugh. “The point is that Emi needs to man-up and take the bull by the balls. Otherwise, this is going to be a nightmare for her.” It’s already a nightmare, Emi thought. “Don’t you mean ‘take the bull by the horns?’” Hannah asked. “Absolutely not, this is certainly a full magnitude above that. She needs to take the bull by the balls and twist! Meaning be strong, be fucking proud, be a real mailgirl Emi.” Emi felt a lot of sympathy coming from her team, but she was also getting an excited vibe from Hannah and Becca. As if they were kind of looking forward to this, despite really hating that it had to happen. Like the fear and excitement before a bungee jump. She couldn’t blame them. They were huge mailgirl fans, after all. They probably never imagined that they would see one in real life. And it was going to be herself, of all people. Despite all her fear, Emi was grateful for the support. She felt stronger now and even started feeling some pre-bungee jump excitement. Her heart was beating, and slowly a painful smile formed on her face, as she let it sink in that this – was actually going to happen. Sam leaned forward, looking deeply into her spoon as if she was trying to hypnotize herself. Becca waved her hand in front of Sam’s face. “Sam, is everything fully back up now?” Becca asked. Sam pulled out her laptop and Emi noticed the writing on the back had changed. The 3 Amigos. The 3 was crossed out and changed to a 4. “Yep, everything’s all good again,” Sam said. ***** Emi walked across the street, messaging Ben to let her inside. She climbed the steps and opened the door to her apartment. Ben walked over and swept her up into a grand hug, spinning in a circle. Music was playing, and the air smelled of delicious food. Looking over, she saw he was cooking something up on the stove. On the table were two empty plates with a candle between them, and suddenly Emi felt overcome with emotion. Today was such a good day. “So how was shopping with Liz?” Emi nodded, thinking about everything that had happened. She was almost crying. “That good, huh? She nodded again, unable to speak. Ben chuckled, hugging her tighter. “Yeah, Liz is a real firecracker.”

The Disguise by *Lady Lucia* The Disguise, Prologue Growing up, Avery Hastings had always loved games. Capture the Flag and Dodgeball at school, Freeze Tag and Manhunt around the neighborhood, Sharks and Minnows at the pool, and everything in between. Her small size and speed allowed her to hide well, to dart from place to place, and to easily weave and dodge to avoid being tagged or hit by a ball. Not that she was untouchable, of course, but it certainly gave her a nice advantage more often than not. Avery wasn’t a tomboy by any means, but she was definitely one of the few girls in her neighborhood that didn’t mind getting dirty. While other young girls she knew would enjoy tea parties and art projects, she and one or two other girls would elect to play with all the neighborhood boys instead. To Avery, being outside was more fun. Playing games was more fun. Then, everything changed. Avery didn’t quite know when, but it was somewhere around mid-late middle school. Little by little, interest in the games she had played her whole life faded. The boys started to binge-play more mature video games; sometimes solo, sometimes co-op. She didn’t mind hanging out with the neighborhood boys while they played, and she even tried her hand at a few, but using a controller always felt awkward and ended up with her dying and them laughing. Not malicious laughter, of course. Avery definitely took her incompetence in stride, and she was always able to laugh at herself along with them. However, it didn’t change the fact that video games never really grew on her, and she quickly became more of an observer than a participant. The girls she was closest with got more into hanging out at the mall, tanning and gossiping by the pool, and having sleepovers that honestly paled in comparison to the co-ed sleepovers they all used to have. No outdoor games, no mountain of snacks, and rarely any boys. To Avery, the single gender dynamic was a lot less fun. Frankly, watching the boys play video games was preferable to some of the girl talk, but she’d never openly admit that to anyone. And then, of course, the one co-ed game people DID want to play: Truth or Dare. Ugh. It was just the worst. How could anyone think such a game was fun? Since they had all known each other their whole lives, the Truths were hardly worth asking. And the Dares were either silly with some playful embarrassment, or extreme enough that most people would just take a forfeit instead. Rarely a middle ground. Fourteen--fifteen was too young of an age for the more ‘adult’ dares that would no doubt come in the following years. Avery would force a smile and act like she was having fun until the game was over, but it honestly just felt ‘meh’ to her the entire time. Maybe Truth or Dare would be fun with a group of people that had all just met, like at camp or something, but it just felt pointless with the neighborhood crowd. And yet, somehow, everyone else always wanted to play time and time again. Which brings us to the summer between Avery’s freshman and sophomore year of high school. On one not so special day, Avery was taking a nice long walk through the nature lands adjacent to the neighborhood. A handful of her friends were out of town, and the others were all doing their own thing. Rather than stay cooped up inside, she decided to get some much needed fresh air. Avery hadn’t grown too much since middle school, and her nimble size made her perfect to top pyramids as a JV cheerleader. She would have preferred soccer or softball for the sake of competition, but her closest friends had wanted to be on the cheer squad. Flips and tricks were fun and all, but summer meant a much needed break from school and cheerleading. The perfect time to fall back on her old favorites — exploring nature, climbing trees, and enjoying the warm sun. And then, on her way home, she saw it. A large group of neighborhood kids playing Manhunt. She would have recognized the game anywhere. The captured kids grouped in the base that took the form of a mailbox, a few kids guarding that base, and the rest of them out searching for the remaining ones that were still hiding and attempting to make it to the safe zone. It was a bit strange seeing the game happen in broad daylight, as Avery and her friends had always played Manhunt at night when the hunters had flashlights and the hunted could use the cover of night to move from place to place. From what she could tell, the group was comprised of 12 and 13 year old neighbors. She recognized some as little brothers and sisters of friends, and the others were vaguely familiar simply from neighborhood events and days at the pool. God, she wanted to join them SO badly. Manhunt was one of her favorite games growing up. Unfortunately, Avery was in high school. No sane 15 year old would ask a group of middle schoolers to be part of their game. It would be all kinds of weird. Not only would she stick out like a sore thumb, but she’d be mortified if one of her friends stumbled upon the game. As she gave the group a wide berth, lamenting her lost childhood, the imaginary lightbulb over Avery’s head appeared. It was absolutely crazy. Crazy and impulsive and absolutely absurd, but Avery suddenly found herself running back towards her house nonetheless. Maybe she could join them after all, if she still had the courage to follow it through by the time she made it back home. It was a bold idea. But if anyone could pull it off, Avery could. PART ONE “Oh come on! Where is it??” Avery found herself tearing through box after box in her parents’ storage room, searching for the needle in the haystack. Why couldn’t they just write full words?! It would be so much easier that way. Instead, each box was labeled with one or two capital letters, sometimes followed by a number. An organizational system of which Avery wasn’t privy to, leading her to blindly open one after another in attempt to find what she needed. Finally! Nearly twenty boxes in, she found the stash of old clothes. “Gotcha!” Avery smiled, pilfering through the cardboard box more thoroughly than she had done with the other ones. She needed to be quick. The group outside could move somewhere else for a different activity or dissipate at any moment, and then she would have gone through all this for nothing. Grabbing a few possible options, Avery raced from the basement up to her bedroom. She’d deal with the mess of boxes later, before her parents got home. In a flash, her clothes were removed and thrown into a messy pile in the corner. But, just before donning the disguise of sorts, Avery caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror in just her undergarments. Bra. Right. At fifteen years old, Avery would have loved to have seen more than the barely existent curves she had developed. She was just shy of 5'1" and her hard bra cups honestly gave her more shape than the small A cups underneath. Sure, that’s about how big she was a year or two ago as well, but the point of dressing up was to look as different as possible. Ever the impulsive girl, she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside as unceremoniously as the rest of her former outfit. In its place, she put on a sports bra that basically rendered her flat save for two little mounds. Avery wasn’t self conscious about them, as it was the kind of bra that she wore for cheerleading anyway. Still, the decision to intentionally hide her breasts in such a way made her blush a little bit, even in the privacy of her own room. Next, the outfit. Faded jean shorts that were a little frayed at the ends, and a bubblegum pink shirt with a small butterfly printed in the middle of the chest. Clothes she hadn’t worn since she was twelve or so. For once, Avery was grateful her parents kept so much random stuff. They weren’t hoarders, but the storage room in the basement always made Avery roll her eyes. Keeping old clothes rather than donating them, in case some visiting cousin needed them or something. Keeping old costume pieces, because ‘you never know.’ The boxes dedicated to each holiday at least made sense, as they got annual use, but the rest of the old toys, trinkets, and wardrobe pieces felt like a waste of space. Well, Avery saw things from her parents’ perspective now, though the ‘just in case’ reason was a little outside a pragmatic use for her old clothes. She did a quick once-over in the mirror, frowning a bit at her own reflection. ‘Not good enough,’ Avery thought to herself. She still looked too much like herself, even in old, immature clothes. Thinking quickly, she grabbed some hair ties and hastily braided her hair into pigtails. Then, just for good measure, removed her contacts and put on glasses in their place. Avery hated glasses. Not because of the aesthetic, but because keeping them in place while being active was practically impossible. Still, the girl that looked back at her was a lot more convincing than before. Short, flat, and styled just like a cliché tween girl. To anyone else, such a transformation might be a little embarrassing. But, despite being an up and coming cheerleader, Avery didn’t fit the stereotype of being shallow or vain. To her, this was actually kind of cool. She looked so different with braids and glasses, and maybe, just maybe, they’d buy it. Just to really sell it, Avery grabbed an old pair of white and pink sneakers from the back of her closet. And, not wasting another second, she ran back outside and towards the game. They were still there! As Avery approached, she realized that coming from the direction of her own house might be too much of a giveaway. Instead, she made that same wide arc as she did on the way home, deciding to ‘accidentally’ stumble upon the game from the other side of the neighborhood. Knowing how to stay undetected, even when wearing pink, Avery appeared in the street a few minutes later and began casually walking towards the group. ‘Oh my God, what am I doing?!’ Avery’s pulse increased a little bit with every step, and her inner voice was screaming at herself to turn around and abandon this crazy idea. But her feet wouldn’t listen. This was her favorite game! So what if it was with a group of kids she didn’t know? Manhunt was still Manhunt, even if it wasn’t with her usual group that had aged out of it. And then she was past the point of no return. A blonde girl began running towards her, until one of the guys by the mailbox called after her. “Em, wait! She’s not playing. Keep guarding the base!” Obviously. No one would casually walk up to the base in Manhunt, as the game was all about sneaking and staying hidden before either running after being found or purposely making a break for it at the last possible second. It’s why Avery approached how she did, to not confuse anyone. She was just a girl passing by, and then coming to check things out. “Actually . . .” Avery said. She went so far as to make her voice a little lighter than usual, meeting the girl’s eyes. Something told her she’d have better luck with a fellow girl than with a boy. “. . . do you have room for one more?” PART TWO Please buy it. Please buy it. Avery internally crossed her fingers. Part of her prayers were simply due to her desire to play the long abandoned game, but there was also the fact that half the tweens involved were younger siblings of some of her own friends. In her haste, Avery hadn’t thought about the inherent risk involved. How being recognized would potentially mean her high school friends hearing about this. “Yes! Oh my God, yes,” the blonde girl smiled. She was an inch taller than Avery, which was definitely a bonus at the moment, “Save me from all these boys.” With no hesitation at all, she grabbed Avery’s hand and marched her over to the mailbox. “Mark, she’s on our team.” It worked. Holy shit, it worked! Or did it? The girl (Em?) only met Avery’s question with enthusiasm, so she could have just been excited for any girl to be joining. Maybe an older girl wanting to join spurred such enthusiasm. Maybe Em recognized her? Maybe this was a terrible idea. The thoughts raced through Avery’s head as she was led over by her hand, a bit of friendly contact that most people her age wouldn’t so boldly do with a stranger. “Do you know how to play?” Mark asked. He looked a little annoyed, which in turn made Avery annoyed. Typical boys. She scoffed. “Manhunt? Of course I do.” “Whatever. Guard the base with Emily,” he said. So far, it looked like no one had made it safely back. And how could they, with the sun shining down on the surrounding area? But it wasn’t Avery’s place to judge the daytime choice. She was happy just to play. Just like that, Mark was gone. And Avery was in. “I’m Emily,” the girl said. She offered her hand with a smile, confirming once and for all that she didn’t know the disguised high school girl standing before her. “A-” Avery got one syllable in before realizing the problem. That would be a dead giveaway! By some miracle, she managed to catch herself. “-va. Ava Lorde,” she said, ‘borrowing’ the last name of a girl she knew from church. “Nice to meet you, Ava Lorde! Are you new?” “Just moved here last week,” Avery lied. This wasn’t part of the plan, but piling on lies seemed like the best option in the moment. “And just Ava is fine,” she added, recognizing Emily’s teasing echo of the full name. “Ava, then. Middle school?” “Just finished 6th grade.” “Me too! Going to be at West Middle with us?” “I think so?” It was a miracle Avery didn’t blush when claiming to be a rising 7th grader. The disguise was one thing, but actually saying it out loud and seeing Emily believe it without question was a tiny bit embarrassing. Still, she managed to keep the voice and the lies up, going so far as to sounding a bit uncertain as to the middle school’s name. If she just moved here, she wouldn’t know everything, and school wouldn’t be the biggest priority at the beginning of summer anyway. And her lies worked. Emily jumped right into a long-winded explanation about the school. How the schedule worked, some of the best areas, cafeteria foods to avoid. And, although Avery new every detail about West Middle from having just ‘graduated’ from there a year ago, she listened with as much false curiosity and interest as she could muster. A girl two to three years her junior, taking on a guiding role. It’s not exactly what Avery signed up for, but the high of getting away with her disguise offset the weirdness a little bit. Thankfully, the wave of information didn’t last forever. Right as Emily launched into details about the neighborhood, someone yelling down the road cut her off. “Emily! Runner!” Sure enough, a boy burst out from the nearby woods a second later, with another boy in hot pursuit. It wasn’t Mark chasing, but it was obviously someone else on the hunting team. That’s right. Manhunt! Avery’s new blonde ‘friend’ had distracted her from the whole point of doing all this, but the boy sprinting towards their base snapped her back to reality. ‘Oh, I’ve got this,’ Avery thought to herself. Easy target. She tapped Emily’s shoulder with quick muttered instructions. Seconds later, they were putting the plan into action. Avery could make a pretty solid guess as to what the sprinting boy would do. He was making a beeline for the base, but he would either try to sidestep a tagging attempt or maybe try to slide to avoid their hands. Probably the former. Trusting Avery’s idea, Emily lunged forward to tag him. The boy pivoted to the left, narrowly avoiding her hand, and fell right into Avery’s trap. Before he could fully catch his balance from the turn, she raced forward to tag him. Without any momentum, he couldn’t pivot again or find a burst of speed to escape, and she successfully tagged him for the capture. Knowing how boys could be, she even kept her hand on his upper arm for a few seconds. It was all too easy for boys to say “No, you just got my shirt!” or some other bogus excuse, so Avery had learned long ago to ‘secure’ a tag to the point that they couldn’t talk their way out of it. “Yes, Ava!!” Emily squealed. She met the disguised high schooler with a double-handed high five, giving a friendly clasp for a second in victory and solidarity. “And you,” she pointed to the tagged boy, “Jail. Go.” It was playfully harsh in tone, and Avery appreciated the girl taking charge before their teammate could. Because girls can do anything boys can. Unlike games like Capture the Flag, there was no escaping from Jail in Manhunt. The only way to win was to get the majority of your team on base. Once you were out, you were out. The captured boy went to sit on the porch of the same property used for the mailbox base, and their dark haired teammate gave a nod of approval. “Ava, huh? I’m Will.” Unlike Emily’s polite offer for a handshake earlier, he just offered his fist for a bump. Avery accepted the gesture with a confident smile. She was fooling Danielle’s younger brother. The siblings had strikingly similar dark hair, and Avery had been to Danielle’s house countless times. While Will didn’t hang out with the high school girls, he had definitely seen Avery in passing. Yet there was no flicker of recognition. “Do we really need two guarding the base?” Avery asked. “It’s a little cheap, isn’t it?” “You want to hunt?” he asked. It was difficult to tell whether the skeptical tone was due to her being a girl, or due to her asking to swap roles in the middle of the game. Either way, she couldn’t help herself. It was too fun to mess with boys. “Emily and I want to hunt,” Avery said, “Why don’t you take a turn on base for a bit, Will?” If she had just enjoyed the game without stirring things up, she would have been fine. In her haste to show Will that girls were just as competent as boys, Avery failed to think about the fact that he was Danielle’s little brother. And what kinds of similarities they might have. Avery didn’t know it yet, but she really should have just kept her mouth shut. PART THREE It took a little bit of back and forth, but Avery managed to convince Will. It helped that she was a high school girl masquerading as a tween. Some of his little arguments may have flummoxed Emily if Emily had made such a bold suggestion, but Avery knew how to handle the not so subtly rude boy who thought that girls were only good for guarding the base. All it took was a wager — if she and Emily didn’t catch anyone, they’d accept base duty for the rest of the summer. But if they crushed it, as she suspected they would, he and the other boys had to give them fair hunting turns moving forward instead. In typical boy fashion, he agreed. Because, as Avery knew from years and years of experience from being around neighborhood boys growing up, it wasn’t in the average boy’s nature to back down from a direct challenge. Emily looked a little nervous as she and Avery left Will by the mailbox. If Avery had to guess, it was less about being afraid of losing the bet, and more about rocking the boat. In Emily’s defense, Avery realized that she did kind of sweep in and shake things up pretty quickly, but it was just in her competitive nature to do so. And she would never apologize for standing up for another girl. Thankfully, her new blonde friend was the perfect partner in crime. As they searched, Avery shared Manhunt strategies from her ‘old neighborhood,’ deciding that the best way to lie was to just tell most of the truth with a few subtle changes. She saw a bit of her younger self in Emily, which made Avery all the more interested in giving her an edge. And, sure enough, they caught nearly half the other team thanks to her experience. Avery knew some of the best spots to hide on the block, and some of the not so great spots as well. Selfishly, she kept quiet about her mental process, not even wanting Emily to know her favorites. Avery had earned that knowledge, and wouldn’t so easily hand it out. Instead, she just searched with her eagle eye and in depth knowledge of the neighborhood and taught Emily some chasing tactics along the way. If you had two people working in sync, it was a lot easier to cut someone off and catch them. Emily was a quick learner, and always ecstatic when she or Avery tagged someone. Their other team members did their fair share as well, of course. Avery was a little bitter that one boy slipped through her and Emily’s grasp and ended up being tagged by Will instead, but they were still successful enough by the end that the sexist boy wouldn’t have a leg to stand on. Only one person on the other team had made it back to the base, meaning the hunters definitely won. Emily took the initiative to introduce “Ava” to everyone, but no one lingered on it for too long. They were all too interested in swapping roles and starting a new round. Surprisingly, Will seemed to be in better spirits by the time they were all splitting off again. He praised her for all the captures, and even offered for her to join him and another boy, Colin, in one of their favorite hiding spots. She wasn’t too keen on splitting up with Emily, but her new blonde friend was quick to say “It’s fine, I’ll head this way with Josh!” Less boat rocking, naturally. Avery followed the two boys through the trees to a less urban area just off the cul-de-sac that she was well acquainted with. She decided to let the boys take charge. These boys certainly hadn't earned her tricks and spots, so she would follow their lead for now. If it was a horrible plan, she could always strike off on her own. Will led her to the nearby creek, stopping near the edge and glancing back to make sure no one on the other team was cheating by following them. Then he turned to her and crossed his arms. “Hey, Ava?” Will asked. “You any good at climbing?” Please. It's exactly what she was doing earlier that day, and taller trees at that. And for years and years prior. “Probably better than you,” Avery rolled her eyes. Her high school self wouldn’t be so cocky about such things, but she had settled into her younger role a bit. To his credit, Will didn’t make any snide response to her bragging. Instead, he just pointed out one or two potential spots within view. If all three of them were within sight of each other, it would be easier to make a unified charge towards the base once no one was searching where they were. For once, Avery actually agreed with the boy. She was about to designate the tree that looked better for both climbing and hiding. But she never got the chance. All of a sudden, Will roughly shoved her by the shoulders. Little did she know, Colin had stealthily crouched down behind her while she had been distracted by Will pointing out potential hiding spots. In the classic ‘tabletop’ pose on his hands and knees, Colin was the perfect obstacle to make it impossible for her to find her balance. Avery tumbled backwards over the crouching boy and, in the least graceful way possible, fell right into the creek. PART FOUR I fell backwards with wide eyes, but there was no cliché girly scream piercing the woods. Will’s shove was surprising, sure, but it was the sudden lack of balance and backwards toppling that confused and shocked me enough to render me speechless. Until I landed in the water. My tailbone hit the shallow creek bottom and I sharply gasped at the jolt of pain, and then the other sensations followed. Cold water soaked through my jean shorts and underwear alike, and I felt it creeping up the hem of my old pink shirt as well. Will was the first to laugh, as he was the one who got the full show. Surprised expression, arms flailing a bit, and then a satisfying *splash* as I hit the water. Colin was quick to hop up and join in the revelry, both boys high five-ing at a tabletop that was way more mean than the normal version just designed to knock someone over as a joke. “You looked a little hot,” Will finally said, smirking down at me, “Feel better now?” I scrambled to get out of the water, scowling in annoyance, but the expression didn’t last. Seconds after I got to my feet, my underwear, shorts, and the base of my pink shirt clinging to my skin, the water found a new target. I felt my socks and shoes alike being flooded with water as I hastily stood up without thinking where I was putting my feet in the process. Lightly grimacing at the additional annoyance of wet clothes, I willed my scowl back into place. Of course, the glasses and pigtails undermined the intended intensity, but I had forgotten about all of that in the heat of the moment. To Colin and Will, I just looked like an agitated tween. “Most boys ask a girl out when they think she’s hot,” I retorted. Thankfully, I still had the advantage of age, which gave me an edge when it came to wit. Granted, this wasn’t my best, but I had to say something. “Except for those who flirt like kindergarteners.” “You’re not my type, Glasses. Trust me,” Will chuckled, “But if you ask him really nicely, Colin might give you a kiss.” “Hey!” Colin exclaimed. He was still laughing along with Will, but a light shade of pink adorned his face when he was roped into things. Unlike Will, Colin didn’t have an older sister who numbed him to little jabs like that and accidentally ‘trained’ him for quick back and forth interactions over the years. “No, thanks,” he said, unable to come up with anything more clever. Before I could really give the boys a piece of my mind, a new voice cut through the awkward pause after Colin’s reply. “Hey! What’s going on here?!” It was Danielle!! I was already a little flushed from being shoved into the creek and subsequently soaked from the stomach down, but I could actually feel the heat rapidly rising to my face as one of my cheerleading friends approached us. ‘Oh my God, no!’ I thought to herself. Shit. I was SO busted! How was I going to explain this?! Danielle wasn’t alone, either. Her boyfriend was hanging back, no doubt leaving his girlfriend to deal with the scene by the creek. Oh. That’s why they were out here. Danielle wasn’t normally the type to take walks in the woods, but she was definitely the type to do other risky things out in the middle of nature. “What the fuck, Will?” Danielle began. Clearly she had no qualms swearing in front of her middle school brother. She pointed directly at me. “Did you push her into the water?” “Dani, we’re in the middle of a game!” “Did. You. Push. Her?” “No. She fell.” Will lied. For the first time since she arrived, Danielle actually looked at me. Before, she seemed more focused on the wet clothes and her smirking brother. After clearly not believing Will’s lie, Danielle gave me a once over from my wet shoes all the way up to my face. It was easy to notice the puzzled look on her face when she met my eyes, but I was holding onto the hope that my disguise would hold up. Pigtails. Glasses. No make-up, though I barely wore any make-up most days anyway. Maybe I would look familiar, but she wouldn’t be able to place it? That was the prayer. “Did he push you?” Danielle asked, point blank. Her curious expression faded and took on the more no-nonsense form I was used to seeing when she was dealing with bitchy girls at school, and apparently obnoxious little brothers as well. I hesitated. What should I say? I mean, Will deserved to be chewed out for what he did to me, but I was about to do that myself. Getting Danielle to do it for me was, honestly, a little lame. Plus snitches get stitches. While I wasn’t planning on being a permanent peer to Will and Emily and the others, I also wasn’t the type of girl to tattle, then or now. I could fight my own battles. “No,” I lied as well, in that false light voice, “I tripped.” Will managed to keep it cool, but I could see the surprise on Colin’s face at my response. “Hmm,” Danielle huffed a little at my response. It clearly wasn’t the answer she expected, and I couldn’t tell whether or not she believed my version of what happened. Either way, I wasn’t prepared for what she said next. “Well, either way, you can’t be running around in wet clothes. Come with me, blondie, and I’ll find you a change of clothes at my place.” My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. That was a terrible idea. Every second spent near Danielle was another second she might recognize me. If she hadn’t recognized me already. I still couldn't tell. Was this her attempt to save me from this situation? Or did my exterior appearance actually fool her? I searched her face for a flicker of emotion that would give away whether or not she was just trying to help out a tween girl vs. her squad mate. Nothing. I couldn’t tell a damn thing. “Umm, no, it’s fine,” I replied. I fiddled with one of the pigtails as I glanced up at her. Danielle only had an inch or two on me, but it felt like a lot more in the moment, even if she wasn’t being particularly demanding. “Like Will said, we’re in the middle of a game.” “Nonsense. My house is super close, and those kinds of shorts will totally make you chafe if you wear them too long like that. Will, just have everyone come over after the game if we're not back by then.” Now that it seemed like Will had avoided getting in trouble, he had that some look of annoyance as when I suggested we swap Manhunt roles. “We were going to go to Mark’s place-” “I don’t care. Invite everyone to our place. I’ll even pay for pizza for all of you. Fair?” “Fine,” he said. While he tried to play it cool, it was obvious that the offer was what did it. Free pizza would be enough to convince everyone without any trouble. As usual, Danielle knew all the right buttons to push. She and I weren’t super close any more, but I’ve known her my entire life. As a kid, she had a few simple tricks. As a teenager, she had honed and mastered those tricks. It’s a bit hard to explain. It’s not that Danielle is manipulative. It’s more that she’s very tit for tat. When she wanted something, she could always find the perfect exchange for it, and it took her less time to come up with those trade ideas than it would take someone to snap their fingers. Back in grade school, Danielle really wanted a girl’s pretty pink pencil, and she decided to offer up her favorite eraser just to get the writing utensil she’d been coveting. Innocent and fair exchanges like that snowballed all the way a solid example from last summer. When another girl had an eye on her current boyfriend, back before they were dating, Danielle offered to teach the girl all the necessary skills to be a cheerleader. Danielle got her boy, the girl got a spot on the team despite not starting in 8th grade like the rest of us did. Both girls were happy, thanks to Danielle’s quick thinking. And, in this instance, she wanted Will to invite his friends over, and offered free pizza to secure his cooperation. No demanding, no threatening, no cliché older sister tactics to make Will listen to her. Just something he wanted, in exchange for something he would do in return. Fair. Totally fair. And SO quick, like always. I had forgotten how immediate her ideas were, and it was actually a little nostalgic seeing her in action after growing apart over the last year or two. Danielle’s focus on her younger brother didn’t last long. Since he agreed, it was my turn to face her directness all over again. “What’s your name, blondie?” I didn’t want to. ‘Ava’ was SO close to ‘Avery,’ but it’s not like I could swap aliases now. Will and Colin already knew me by the fake one I had scrambled to come up with earlier. So I just prayed, and replied with “Ava.” “Nice to meet you, Ava. I’m Danielle. This idiot’s older brother,” she said, nodding her head towards Will and ignoring his muttered expletive in response to her offhand insult, “Now then . . .” Oh my God. Was she about to use her tricks on me? It’s not like she had never done so before, for little things, but it was going to be different if she thought I was someone else. Right? “. . . I’m sorry you tripped, and that’s a really cute outfit,” she said, clearly building to something, “Tell you what. I have a bunch of old athletic gear at home from when I was younger. Like, really nice stuff. If you’ll let a fellow girl help you out, I’ll let you keep the new outfit. And take a bonus one of your choice!” Yep. She could sway anyone. Honestly, it was actually more effective on me than she realized. Her family was wealthy, more wealthy than my middle class household, and I had always been fond of her expensive wardrobe. Especially her athletic selections, considering how sporty I’ve always been. She might have grown a little taller and curvier since thirteen, but I was more or less the same size. Which meant those amazing colors and designs stuffed in the back of her closet or in a corner of her basement would still fit me perfectly. She was also clearly pulling on her old knowledge of neighborhood games, as jean shorts weren’t the best choice anyway for Manhunt anyway, even when dry. I knew that, of course. Normally, I would have worn neutral colors to blend in with the environment, and something a little more comfortable for running in the heat. But my impulsive plan was focused on disguising myself, not finding an ideal outfit for the game. Danielle, however, took that element into account when making her offer. “It’s fine, really,” I said. Trying to resist, but already feeling the oh so familiar tug of temptation. “I was probably going to head home in a game or two anyway.” “Three outfits,” Danielle smiled, holding up three fingers, “Come on, Ava, it’ll be quick! Worst case, you go straight home with some nice new clothes, right?” I couldn’t resist. All my teenage life, I had to deal with generic athletic clothes from department stores and thrift shops, depending on whether my parents were buying it or I was using my allowance. I barely saw Danielle outside of cheerleading any more anyway. Once I was Avery again, I could wear the new outfits without much risk. And, if asked, I could just say I found them at a brand name thrift store or something. “Okay,” I nodded. Besides, she had a point. Running around in wet clothes wouldn’t be super comfortable. And, like she said, and like I secretly knew, her house was really close. It would only take a few minutes, and I’d be back to the game. Leaning into my false identity, I decided to play up my ignorance of the neighborhood layout. “Which way?” Mistake. Huge mistake. I just didn’t realize it yet. PART FIVE Just like that, Danielle was taking me to her house. Before we left, she gave Will one more reminder to head home after this game. And to text her how many people were coming over, so she could get the pizza order started. It only dawned on me after agreeing to come with her that the change of location was for MY benefit. So I’d still be with the group after getting changed, rather than all of them disappearing to Mark’s house in my absence. Such a tactic pretty heavily implied that Danielle didn’t recognize me, which put my mind at ease. But, at the same time, I felt a little guilty. If Manhunt was over, I’d have no reason to stick around. I was just going to take Danielle’s clothes and go, meaning she wasted a pizza order on me. At least I could justify that such an expense wouldn’t make the slightest dent in her bank account. Well, in her parents’ bank account. And, if I had to guess, the game would be over sooner rather than later. This particular round, at least. Will and Colin didn’t have much time left to hide. After dismissing her brother and his friend, Danielle gave her boyfriend a quick kiss and sent him on his way as well. Guess they had done all they sought out to do in the woods and, based on where he was headed, he had walked over from his neighborhood to meet her rather than getting dropped off. Smart. No questions or suspicion from parents. It was a pretty short walk to Danielle’s place, and I went through the same little interrogation I went through with Emily. It was both easier and more difficult the second time through. The lies flowed more naturally, but my heart skipped a beat basically every time she glanced in my direction throughout the walk. As ‘Ava,’ I told my squad mate how I just moved here and how I stumbled upon the game with the other neighborhood kids and asked if I could join. Nothing about my age or how I would be attending West Middle, and she thankfully didn’t prompt anything about that. Instead, she just gave me some tips about the neighborhood. Best spots at the pool, shortcuts from here to there, and cranky neighbors to avoid. Just when I was starting to relax about my little masquerade, Danielle hit me with something entirely unexpected as we approached her familiar house. “You can use my private bathroom to shower up, Ava. I’ll go find those clothes in the meantime.” Wait, what? A shower? That wasn’t part of the deal. The only reason I agreed to follow her instead of going home to get out of my wet clothes was because she insisted it would be quick. Well, the free outfits too, of course, but it still wasn’t my intention to drag this out. “Umm, that’s okay,” I replied. Surely she wasn’t serious. Apparently she was. “Ava, that creek water is disgusting. You definitely need to wash up. Besides, don’t you want to be squeaky clean before your crush gets here? I saw the way you were looking at Will.” Will?! Danielle’s younger brother? The sexist boy who pushed me into the creek? He was two years my junior! Though I guess she didn’t know that. The surprise on my face must have been obvious, because Danielle just laughed in response. “Oh my God, I’m kidding! He’s a total brat. I would know best, right? Honestly, I'd be a little worried about you if you actually liked him.” “Mm hmm. Don’t worry, he’s not my type,” I replied, Will’s annoying words still echoing in my head from my frustration earlier. Hopefully my little fake laugh sold Danielle on my agreement to her words without bothering her. It’s always tricky insulting someone’s sibling after they do so themselves. I’m an only child, but I’ve witnessed the weird balance siblings have of caring for each other while still being at odds all the time. “Give him a few years and he might mature,” she shrugged. As usual, Danielle was hard to read, but my reply seemed to be safe. Unfortunately, that didn’t save me from what led us to the current topic. “But really, you should hop in the shower. You don’t have to get your hair wet or anything. Just clean off that creek water. And armpits, if you’ve been running around!” At that, I blushed a little. “I-” “Don’t worry, it connects to my room! The others won’t bother you if they get back early. Tell you what, Ava. I’ll even throw in a fourth outfit for your trouble. How’s that sound?” As if anything I could say would make a difference. Danielle is one of the most pushy girls I’ve ever met. Maybe I could fight back if she knew who I really was, but arguing as a fake tween was going to be impossible. And, at this point, I was determined to keep my cover intact. Plus another free outfit didn’t hurt. “Okay,” I reluctantly agreed. I’ve never been the kind of girl who likes long showers anyway, and the point about my hair really stood out. If it was just a quick scrub, I could be in and out in two minutes. And that was that. Danielle whisked me up to her room, one that was way too big for your average fifteen year old girl. Or average child for that matter, as I had been in this room countless times while growing up. It was nearly twice the size of mine, and had always been a point of both awe and jealousy amongst me and some of the other girls. Perfect for sleepovers, which certainly helped Danielle maintain her popularity by being a frequent host. She got me all set up in the bathroom, going so far as to turn on the water for me in the fancy standing shower to what she knew to be a good temperature. A fresh, plush towel and matching hand towel, permission to use any of the hygiene and styling products strewn about the bathroom; enough for a small army, and the go-ahead to take my time if I’d like. Danielle’s younger brother and his friends wouldn’t dare enter her room, which made the private bathroom extra private because of the second door between me and them. It wasn’t really a concern to begin with, as I doubted the tween crowd would go so far for a prank. Then again, Will was Danielle’s brother. Best to be safe, I guess. Per Danielle’s suggestion, I tossed my damp, creek clothes down the laundry chute once she left to give me some privacy, and I stepped into the shower. Initially, I was planning on a very short shower, basically just enough to satisfy Danielle’s insistence about cleaning the creek water off my body. But I couldn’t help myself. I hadn’t used a standing shower in forever. The marble and frosted glass felt more classy than my tub and shower curtain back home, but the main draw was the shower head. Perfect water pressure coming from above me like rain; not too hard, not too soft. I quickly gave up on keeping my hair dry like originally intended, as standing underneath the shower head made avoiding the water basically impossible. Danielle had a hair dryer in the bathroom, so I wasn’t too worried. Taking my sweet time, I scrubbed myself clean, realizing halfway through that I was pretty much stuck naked until Danielle came back with clothes for me anyway. Might as well condition with one of my friend’s expensive products. Thankfully, I wasn’t stranded for too long. Halfway through my conditioning, the bathroom door opened. My heart skipped a beat for a second simply because I'm not used to anyone barging in on me when I'm in the shower, but it was just Danielle. I couldn’t help but blush a little when I saw her blurry form on the other side of the frosted glass, realizing that I was a naked blur from her perspective. “Hey, Ava, I left something for you out here! I'll be out in my room whenever you're done. No rush!” And then she left as quickly as she arrived. Letting out a sigh of relief, I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair and enjoyed the hot water and the steamy shower for another few minutes before finally turning the water off. I was SO refreshed. While my home showers were way shorter in comparison, I could see this exquisite bathroom making it an every day temptation if I lived here. Letting out a contented sigh in the surrounding steam, I cracked the shower door to grab that plush towel. It wasn’t there. Did Danielle accidentally take mine when she came in a few minutes ago? Ugh, I was going to have to use hers instead. A little awkward using another girl’s towel, but what choice did I have? Pushing the shower door open wider, a quick scan revealed that there was nothing for me in the bathroom. No regular towels, no hand towels, no clothes. Nothing. What the hell?! Danielle was just here, and she said she was leaving me with something to wear. Did Will convince her to prank me? No, the Danielle I knew wouldn’t help a boy prank a girl like that. Then I saw it. Danielle said she was going to leave something for me, and apparently she wasn’t lying. It just wasn’t what I expected. A single index card sat in the middle of the marble bathroom floor. The bright purple ink immediately identified it as a Danielle note, and I took a tentative step out of the shower to grab it. Darting back behind the frosted glass just in case the fellow cheerleader decided to barge into the bathroom, I closed the shower door again and glanced down at the card. Upon reading the message, my breath caught in my throat, and I could feel the heat rushing to my face. Three simple words, turning one of those little worst case scenarios from earlier into more of a reality: “Nice try, Avery.”

The Trailer Park A Story in the Wynter/Trailer Park Universe by Wizard Copyright© 2005 by Wizard Chapter 9 "The bluest skies you've ever seen are in Seattle," I sang quietly to myself as I stretched out my legs to catch some sun. I really should put some padding on the porch if I'm gonna sit out here a lot. "And the hills the greenest green in Seattle." Now what the hell was the name of that show that song was from? Brides something. And Bobby somebody sang it. I was wearing only shorts, so the sun felt real good on my body. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I was feeling pretty good about myself. I'd faced temptation and come away unfazed. My family had left for church about ten, and I had the whole place to myself. I had been lying in bed, my hand gripping my favorite appendage, thinking about Paula. Well, mostly about Paula. Kelly kept sneaking in. I was at the edge. The abyss of pleasure in front of me. And there was a knock at the front door. I understood homicidal maniacs at that moment. I swore that if it was some bible thumper I was going to tie them to an anthill and cover them in honey, just like in the old movies. I pulled on my shorts and went to the door. It was Luke. Luke had been my friend. My best friend until that moment. Now I was deciding if I should beat him up or tell Suzie Keller, the ugliest girl in school, that Luke had a crush on her. "Tony, you are not going to believe what happened," he said, pushing past me. "Is anybody here?" I shook my head, and he sat on the sofa. As I closed the door, I saw Luke's bike leaning against the porch. Luke lived about a mile away. "You know I've been going out with Jenny Bartlett?" I nodded again. They'd been an item for about three months. "Last night, I was over at her house. We were in the rec room, in the basement." I nodded again. "She," he swallowed, "she jerked me off," he practically shouted. "Way to go," I said and swung my hand toward him. His hand met mine in a 'five'. He gave me a blow-by-blow description of his night. With some guys, I'd take their story with a grain of salt, but I was sure Luke was giving me the real story. Or at least as close to real as his memory allowed. We talked for about an hour. Mostly about when it would happen again, and how far it would go. Then as he was leaving, he said, "Maybe you'll get something like that soon." That's when the temptation hit. I really wanted to tell him about Paula and the blowjob. After all, Luke was my best friend. He wouldn't tell anybody else. But I realized that it was a bit of one-upmanship. I wanted to top him. So I decided that I'd let him have his moment and just be happy for him. Now I was relaxing on the porch, feeling morally superior. "I've got a bone to pick with you." I opened one eye. Mikee was standing in front of me. "Okay." I shut my eye again. "Sit up and look at me," she demanded. "Excuse me?" I said, opening my eyes but not sitting up. "You heard me," she said, her fists resting on her hips. I sat up. Mikee smiled in satisfaction. I stood, turned around, and walked into the house, closing the door behind me. I stood just inside the door and waited. A second later there was a demanding knock on the door. I opened the door. Mikee was standing there fuming. "Yes?" "You shut the door on me," she accused. "Yes I did," I agreed and shut the door again. There was another knock, this time less demanding. "Yes?" I asked after I'd opened the door again. "I'm sorry," she said softly. I resisted the urge to grin. "Do you have any idea what you're being sorry for?" "Uh..." She looked lost. I took pity on her, I'd been in the same situation myself. Usually with Mom. "Apparently, I've done something to offend you. But you were being a little demanding in the way you expressed yourself." I stepped out of the door and waved her in, pointing at the sofa. She sat down and looked up at me. I closed the door and moved over in front of her. She looked away. I grinned, then quickly hid my expression before she looked back. I sat down in Dad's chair. "Now, you have a bone to pick with me?" Mikee looked back. "Uh, you molested my sister," she accused. "I did?" I said in all innocence, wondering exactly what reform school was like. "All I did was give her a massage. Just like the one I gave you." I smiled my best 'Who, me?' smile. It had gotten me off the hook with Mom a time or two. "Did I molest you?" A dangerous question possibly, but sometimes, the best defense, etc. "Uh, no. But..." "Of course, I did her front too," I added. "She asked me to, and there was nothing wrong with it." "I guess." "I think the question is, are you upset because you thought I took advantage of your little sister..." I paused and she had the grace to look embarrassed, "... or because she did something that you hadn't?" "Because I was protecting my sister," she answered firmly. I nodded in what I hoped was a believing way. Mikee stood and walked very slowly towards the door. "Well, as long as we got that settled," she mumbled. I waited until her hand settled on the doorknob, then asked, "Did you want a massage." She spun excitedly, then tried to look bored. "Well, if you want to," she said trying to sound as if she was doing me a huge favor. I stood, walked to the sofa, and started pulling the cushions off and putting them on the floor. When I had my massage bed ready, I looked up at her. Mikee looked embarrassed. "Kelly says you're not supposed to wear jeans or anything like that when you get a massage," she said in a half question, half statement kind of voice. My first impulse was to tell her that Kelly was right. "Well, jeans make it a little harder, but there's no rule against them or anything." She was wearing jeans and a yellow t-shirt with a pair of flip-flops. She looked relieved and started to lie down. Then she changed her mind and stood back up. She turned her back to me and started pushing her jeans down without unfastening them. I grinned as a pair of pale blue bikini panties were revealed. She pushed her jeans down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Then without looking at me, she lay down. As before, I started with her shoulders, though I didn't feel the knots that had been there the first time. I moved down her back, rubbing her ribs almost to her almost titties. At the small of her back she shivered as my fingertips teased her spine. My hands settled on her butt. My cock twitched in my shorts. Her butt may not be in Alana's class, but for a twelve-year-old it was very nice. Full and firm to my touch. And the thin material of her panties didn't leave much to my imagination. I spent a long time on her butt. Probably more than I should have, considering that she'd accused me of molesting her sister earlier that morning. I worked both cheeks, letting my fingers dig into the muscles there, and I teased at the crack of her ass almost to the bottom of her slit. Finally, reluctantly, I moved off her ass and down her thighs. It seemed to me that Mikee was a little reluctant for the move too. I did her thighs, then her calves in record time, then slapped her butt lightly and announced, "All done." Mikee rolled over and propped herself on an elbow. "What about my front?" "I don't think so," I said, pretty secure in the knowledge that Mikee wouldn't let me get away with the evasion. "You have some private areas..." "You did Kelly," she accused. "That's different. As Kelly herself said, she doesn't have much up there." "I don't have that much," she said as she pushed her chest out. "You have to." "Well..." "You just have to," she whined. "Okay," I said, trying to sound reluctant. Mikee grinned in triumph and lay down on her back. I tried to look serious and professional as I leaned over her and started kneading the tops of her shoulders. I was shocked to see the impression of her nipples against her t-shirt. They were hard! Was this little girl actually excited by the attention her butt had gotten and her titties were about to get? I moved my hands to her ribs and skipped her tits, then moved to her stomach. As I did I watched her face, and when she looked disappointed, I took that as an invitation and settled my hands directly on her small mounds. For the first few seconds I used my palms to rub her very hard nipples, but when she didn't complain, and instead looked very contented, I switched to my fingertips. I gave up all pretense of massage and just played with her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Mikee's eyes were closed and she purred. Actually purred. I glanced down at her panty covered crotch and noticed that she was thrusting her hips a bit. I wondered just how far I should take this. I thought about leaving one of my hands on a tit as I moved down, but decided that might be just a little too obvious. So I pulled my hands off her mounds and moved onto her stomach for the second time. As my fingertips got to her pelvis it occurred to me just how strange girls were. Fifteen minutes ago she'd been yelling at me, and now I was about to play with her pussy. I let my fingers graze her pussy mound and then started digging into the muscles of her right thigh. Her eyes were still closed, and I could watch her face as my hands worked on her. When my fingers were on her pussy she seemed startled but not unhappy. Then, as my hands moved to her leg, she seemed a little disappointed. Unless I was reading too much into it... I smiled to myself and worked her right leg down to her knee and then reached across her and worked her left from the knee up. When I finished, I sat back on my heels and watched her. She looked like she was expecting something. I grinned, and reached back down, and spread her legs a little wider. Then I set my palm on her crotch and pressed down. She didn't yell or pull away, so I decided that she was okay with it and let my fingers settle between her legs. My middle finger lay right on her small slit. She opened her legs a little wider. If that wasn't an invitation... I started rubbing my finger along the length of her slit. Down to the bottom of her ass then up to the top of her mound and back again. I looked at her face. She was holding her breath. I swallowed and pulled my hand away. I knew that I didn't have to, but I figured that if I slowed down it would be better for all of us. I sat back on my heels and gave her stomach a light slap. "All done," I said with a smile for the girl as her eyes blinked open. She blushed and jerked her legs closed. "That was nice," she stammered. She rolled off the cushions and stood quickly. She grabbed her jeans and pulled them on one leg at a time, then pulled them up over her hips. "I got to go, I'm late for lunch," she said quickly and vanished through the door. I grinned and started picking up the cushions. After I'd rebuilt the sofa, I dropped my shorts to the ground and lay down. I closed my eyes and pictured Mikee laying on the cushions in her t-shirt and panties. I wrapped my hand around my cock and a shiver ran down my body. This was going to be good. The doorbell rang. I cursed Thomas Edison for inventing electricity and the unknown inventor of the doorbell. I released my cock and swung my legs to the ground and stood up. I picked up my shorts and walked to the door with them in my hand. I considered opening the door like this, but if Mom heard about me opening the door with my battering ram leading the way, she'd have it amputated. "Just a minute," I yelled through the door and slipped my shorts back on and adjusted my cock to the side where it was a little less obvious. I opened the door, and Kelly was standing there grinning. "Hi." I understood child abuse at that moment. The urge to just reach out and smack the girl. I didn't, but I understood the urge. "Yes?" I snapped. She stepped back at my harsh tone, then smiled again. She was so damn cute it was hard to stay annoyed. "Yes?" I asked again more politely. "Did you enjoy massaging my sister?" she asked innocently. "I..." Did you ever have that feeling where the walls are closing in. "I was just..." "She looked like she enjoyed it." "She looked..." "Yeah, I was watching from over there." She pointed at the front window. I looked at the window then back at the little girl. "I saw you playing with yourself after Mikee left." I thought about telling her that I was interrupted before I could really play with myself. "Do I get a massage now?" she asked, and without waiting for an answer started pushing her shorts down. She was wearing typical little girl panties in pink with yellow daisies. She lay down on the floor without waiting for me to get cushions. She lay on her back waiting. I closed the door and walked over and dropped to my knees. "Roll over," I commanded, and she did. Like yesterday, I started with her shoulders. But I moved down her back a lot more quickly and settled my hands on her ass. Her small panty covered ass. I rubbed her ass and she purred for me. I moved her legs a little apart then continued to rub that beautiful butt of hers. I traced my finger down her crack almost to her pussy, and she kind of wiggled. Her panties fit loosely, and I accidentally eased them down until most of her ass was exposed to me. She had to notice that my fingers were now rubbing her naked butt, but she gave no sign. I let my fingers lightly trace the crack of her ass but didn't invade between the globes of her ass cheeks. After about five minutes I gave her a good slap on her bare ass. "Roll over," I said, sitting back. She didn't hesitate. As she rolled over I saw that her panties had rolled down in front until they barely covered her pussy mound. I was torn between excitement at her exposed pelvis and disappointment that her treasure was still covered. I didn't waste time but laid my hands on her chest and used my thumbs to rub her nipples, or at least the part of her chest that would be nipples someday. "Did Mikee like it when you rubbed her titties?" she asked with a giggle. "You'd have to ask her that," I said with a straight face. I wondered what she'd do if I pulled her t-shirt up and played with her bare chest. Then I didn't have to wonder. She reached down, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up to her armpits. I lifted my hands long enough for the shirt to expose her chest, then my hands returned to her chest. As my hands settled back and my thumbs rubbed the darker skin of her nipples, she smiled up knowingly, and I wondered just who was taking advantage of who. I decided that it was time for a trip south. Like yesterday, I let my fingertips graze the crotch of her panties as I moved down to her thighs. And like yesterday, Kelly opened her legs up as I did. Yesterday I'd wondered if it was an invitation; today I was sure. Especially after she'd spied on her sister's massage. I placed one hand on her crotch and started squeezing. The other hand gave her legs a half-hearted massage. "Do you want to take them off?" Her voice penetrated the daze I was in. "Huh?" "My panties. Do you want to take them off so you can massage me better?" A lone small voice in my head suggested running for the hills. Fortunately, that voice was drowned out by all the others saying, 'If she wants them off, who am I to argue?' I abandoned my pretense of massaging her legs and grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, exposing that beautiful bald pussy to my hungry eyes. As I pulled her panties past her knees, it occurred to me that Kelly was playing a little game of one-upmanship. Her sister had gotten rubbed on her panties. Now Kelly was going to get rubbed on her naked pussy. It also occurred to me that I didn't care. Because my mamma raised me right, I hesitated before I reached down for her promised land. "Are you sure?" I asked softly, giving her a last chance to back out and hating myself for it. "I'm sure," she announced and spread her legs wide. And when I say wide, I mean almost ninety degree angles from her body. For a minute I forgot she was ten and remembered that she was a gymnast. I also remembered all the stories on ASSM about gymnasts. Nice flexible gymnasts. I reached down and laid my palm on her pussy. It was so hot I was amazed. Was it really that much warmer than Paula's, or was I imagining it because she was ten and this experience was so much more... so much more... just so much more? I let my fingers relax and lay across her little girl slit. Because of her straddled position, her outer lips were open and my middle finger lay on her inner lips. She shuddered at the touch. I thought about asking again if she wanted me to go on, but the look on her face was all the urging I needed. My mind flashed to Luke. I wondered what he'd think of this. I decided that he'd laugh his head off, make fun of me, and try to hide his hard-on. And I didn't have a clue what to do next. "Hypocrite!" "What?" Kelly had been lying back, eyes half-closed. Now her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head. "Nothing. I was talking to myself." "Isn't that what crazy people do?" she asked with a giggle. "Yes. Yes it is," I said and then laughed hysterically. I have a good madman's laugh. "Didn't you know?" Kelly giggled again, and I pushed my finger into her slit, separating her outer cunt lips. Her eyes opened wide again. "There are advantages to being crazy," I told her as my finger rubbed against her inner portal. "Of course, strait jackets can be a little uncomfortable." I pushed my little finger deep into her pussy. It slid in easily, so I replaced it with my forefinger. It was a tighter fit, and Kelly wiggled as my finger penetrated her most private place. "And for some reason, rubber rooms only come in white. Very boring." I smiled down at her as my finger worked in and out of her pussy. "How's your massage?" I asked as casually as I could. "Very..." she hesitated, "very relaxing." "You don't look relaxed," I commented. Her breathing had speeded up, and she was thrusting her hips slightly as my finger pushed into her. "Maybe I should stop if the massage isn't working." I didn't stop though. "No, don't stop. I'm very relaxed." Then to further give the lie to her words, she suddenly arched her back and her breathing stopped for several seconds as an orgasm overtook her. Finally she oozed back, her eyes closed and her breathing soft. "Very relaxed." I pulled my finger out of her pussy and sucked on it. I watched her lay there, looking very innocent despite what had just happened. After a couple of minutes, one eye eased open and she looked up at me. "Was that sex?" I swallowed wrong and started coughing. She open her other eye and propped herself up on an elbow. "It was kind of halfway between a massage and sex," I admitted reluctantly. "Cool." "You'd better go." I said quickly, suddenly embarrassed about what I'd done. Kelly looked a little disappointed, but stood and pulled her shirt back down. She picked up her shorts and pulled them on, then reached both hands inside to adjust her panties. She stepped to the door and put her hand on the knob. "Are you going to play with yourself now?" Damn ten-year-olds and their straight-forward questions. "Yeah," I admitted. After what I'd just done, I don't know why it embarrassed me, but it sure did. "I could help." I almost grabbed her and pulled her back into the house. "I don't think so munchkin." I figured that I didn't want it to go too fast. She shrugged, waved, and skipped out the door. I watched the open door for almost five minutes, wondering just why I'd said no. Then I shrugged, waved at the empty doorway, and skipped to the door and closed it. I thought about disconnecting the doorbell, then I skipped to my bedroom. I decided that I'd just ignore anything short of a six point oh earthquake or a jumbo jet landing on the house. I had a very important date with my favorite appendage. Chapter 10 I stepped out the door of my trailer and grinned. Life was good. Frustrating as hell, but good. It had been two weeks since my encounters with Mikee and Kelly. I was a little disappointed, because in all the stories I'd read, their sexual awakening should have turned the two sisters into raging nymphomaniacs. But I couldn't see any change. Of course, we hadn't had any chance to be alone with either girl. My parents and sister seemed glued to the house, and their parents almost never went anywhere. Even Tami's mom had been home with the flu for the last week. As I walked down the steps to the driveway I saw Tami coming up the road. "And just where have you been, young lady?" I challenged. "And just why is that your business," she said and put her nose high in the air, but I could see the hint of a smile. I ran out in front of her and dropped to one knee. "It's just that I am under the spell of your beauty." "A likely story." "But true. I can think of nothing else." "Really?" I put my other knee on the ground and clasped my hands in front of me. I tilted my head slightly to the side and closed my eyes and pictured Tami. "Your hair so soft and silky." I opened my eye slightly and watched her as she preened slightly. "So short and perky as it almost touches your shoulder and the way the light reflects over your golden locks." I didn't like that word, but couldn't think of anything else on short notice. Tami glanced down at her long brown hair hanging off her shoulder. "Your eyes as blue as the purest mountain lake." My eyes are green," she complained. I opened my eyes wide and pretended to stare at her. "Oops, wrong picture. Let me start again. Your beautiful long brown tresses..." Tami turned and started to stomp off. I got off my knees in a flash-two years as a catcher weren't wasted-stepped up behind her, and scooped her up. "Would you like me to describe in detail every freckle on your back and that cute little birthmark on the side of your neck?" "Put me down," she demanded. "Not until you smile." "I'm never smiling at you again," she said and clamped her mouth shut. So I stood there in the middle of the street holding a thirteen-year-old pouting bundle. I looked down at her and smiled. I could see her lips twitch a little as she fought the urge to smile, but when you're trying not to and somebody is staring at your face... She smiled, then she laughed. "Okay, I smiled. Put me down." "Can I have a kiss?" "I'll scream," she threatened. "After that, can I have a kiss?" "Fuck it!" she said and leaned up and kissed me. "Tami! Your language!" I said after I came up for air a little while later." "What language?" she asked innocently as I set her on the ground. "I guess I've just never heard you say 'fuck' before." "You blackmail me for sexual favors, and I get in trouble for saying a bad word?" she asked in an amazed voice. "Guilty," I admitted. "And ready to take my punishment." Maybe she'd spank me, that could be kinky. "And your punishment shall be..." she paused, "to take me for a walk. I have a half an hour before curfew." "That is not a punishment, milady. That is a great boon." I'd been reading T. H. White. "But tell your mom you're back and ask her if we can go for a walk." "Why bother? I've got thirty minutes," she said glancing at her watch. "Because, milady, that way she will think you trustworthy and responsible, and that will pay off later." Tami grinned, "How did you get so wise?" "Reruns of 'Leave it to Beaver' and 'Father Knows Best' on Nick." "No Cosby?" "The old ways are the best ways," I said in what I hoped was my wise voice. "What if she says no walk?" "She likes me," I answered with a grin. "You're dangerous." I nodded sagely. We walked to Tami's house. She opened the door and shouted, "Mom, I'm home! Tony's here!" "Hi, honey," came a voice from inside the door. I stepped in. I really had to stop reading those stories on ASS. In the stories, Tami's mom would be a hot babe sitting around the house in her panties and horny almost out of her mind and we would fall into a threesome of wild kinky sex. Actually, she looked like something they'd kick out of a leper colony. Her face was red and her nose was redder. She was sitting on the sofa in a ratty old bathrobe with a blanket wrapped around her feet and surrounded by dozens of used Kleenex. "Hi," I mumbled, trying not to look at her. "Tony wants to go for a walk. Okay?" "Sure, honey. Be back in half an hour." "Two hours." I said quickly and was rewarded with a surprised look from both. "Forty-five minutes," she offered. "An hour and a half," I countered. "You're taking advantage of a sick woman," she accused with a smile. "An hour it is then," I agreed, and she nodded. "Are you planning to be a lawyer?" she asked as I ushered Tami through the door. "No ma'am. I can't stand arguing." I took Tami's hand, and we walked to the end of the street, and then I pulled her down the path that led into the woods behind the trailer park. "Where are we going?" she asked as I pulled her toward the darkness. I opened my eyes as wide as possible, wanting them to adjust to the darkness as quickly as possible. The trail was usually clear, but who knew what had been left there. "Do you know where you're going?" she asked after I didn't answer her. "Do I want to do this?" She waited a few more seconds, "Am I safe?" We got to the creek that ran through the woods and I stopped. Actually I didn't know if it was a big creek or a small river. What was the dividing line, and where did streams fit in? "Surprise, yes, yes, and with me or from me?" I answered quietly. "Both," she said softly after she'd untangled my answer. "With me, you're safe from everything but snakes. I hate snakes." "My hero," she said with just a hint of sarcasm. "And you're always safe from me," I continued, ignoring her comment. "You have but to ask, and I'll go away." "Like I asked you to put me down?" "That was different." "Why?" The simple questions are the hardest ones. "Because you didn't mean it," I answered after a while. "And you knew this, how?" "Our psychic connection?" "Is that anything like the picture of me you have burned into your brain?" "Only better," I agreed. "Is there a reason we're standing in the dark? In the woods?" "Don't forget by the creek," I added. "By the creek?" she amended. "Yes." "Would you like to share?" "No." "I could scream." "Loudly too," I agreed. I let her steam for a minute. "Just be quiet and watch." "Where?" "Over there," I pointed at a huge tree across the creek. We stood holding hands and looking out into the shadowy darkness. The moon was full, but the thick trees kept most of the light above us. Suddenly a piece of the darkness broke of the tree we were watching and soared toward us. Tami pulled toward me and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. I pointed at the shadow as it moved above the trees. "Oh God," she mumbled as the shadow moved into the moonlit sky and became a huge owl. We watched as it soared gracefully above our little clearing and then disappeared into the trees. "How did you know?" "I saw it about a week ago. It comes out about the same time every night. I was coming to watch it when I saw you." "It was cool." "Yeah," I agreed. "Owls look kind of stupid when they're just sitting there, but man can they fly." I dropped my arm from her shoulders to the small of her back and started guiding her back out of the woods. Chapter 11 I stepped out the door of Paula's trailer and grinned. Life was good. Frustrating as hell, but good. After the night in the woods last week, Tami and I had been closer than ever. I was starting to hear whispers about us in school. I'd taken her home, and we sat on her steps and talked for almost two hours. I couldn't even tell you what we talked about. We'd have gotten in trouble except that her mom zonked out on the sofa and didn't realize how late we were. We didn't get a chance to be together, except on the bus in the morning. I had baseball every afternoon, and Tami was grounded in the evening because she was getting a D in health. But now we had a nice long weekend to hang out. No school tomorrow or Monday. I had a double header on Saturday, but we could spend almost all the rest of the day together. Saturday night, we were even going to a movie together. Our first real date. Which I was already getting grief from Mom about, since she'd agreed to drive us. She was doing the 'my baby boy is growing up' bit and doing it a lot. Paula had been helping me with my science, so my homework was done and I could relax the whole weekend. Her parents and sister had gone to visit relatives, and I thought that one thing would lead to another, but Paula was all business. She had a new boyfriend and had decided that this was 'the one'. But even though she kept slapping my hands away, it had been a fun evening. I think I was finally getting to understand the way the eye worked, which meant I wouldn't flunk science. Yeah, life was good. There's an old saying, 'Never take stock of your life when it's going good.' Okay, maybe I just made that up, but it should be an old saying. How did you get an old saying adopted anyway. Tami was standing just down the street and from the look on her face, she'd seen me come out of Paula's house grinning like an idiot. And she'd added two plus two and come up with what would have been four if not for Paula's new love. "Tami?" I yelled. She turned and walked back the other way. Should I go after her and scoop her up again? Or should I give her some time. Why don't girls come with a manual? I could honestly say that nothing happened. But what if she asked if anything had ever happened? Should I lie? Should I tell the truth? How the hell could I tell the truth? God, the look on her face. I looked up at the evening sky expecting it to cloud over and start storming, but the clouds floated just as fluffy as before. A beautiful spring Washington night. Damn! I hate my life. Chapter 12 Girls shouldn't come with manuals, they should come with warning labels. WARNING GIRL (FEMALE ADOLESCENT) Approach with caution. Unpredictable. Volatile. Hazardous if mixed with life. 'It was all her fault, ' I thought as I approached the back fence and made my turn. There was a pain in my side, but I ignored it. Eight errors in one game and a lap for every one. I hit the Dairy Queen sign as I ran by. And the worst part was I only played three innings before the damned coach pulled me. I got to the foul line and turned toward home plate. Two times at bat and two strike outs. That really helped my batting average. Damned pitcher was throwing meatballs. Everybody on the team got hits except me. Hell, Danny McCoy got his first hit of the season off the guy. I stepped on third base and kept going. Coach wouldn't even put me in for the second game. I sat on the bench. I was a damn bench warmer. I hadn't sat out an entire game since I was eight. I stepped on home plate and turned toward first. Three laps, five to go. It was her fault. Why couldn't she at least talk to me? Scream at me? Something? Yesterday, I'd stopped at her house at ten and knocked. She looked out the window, then ignored me. At one she didn't even look out the window; she just ignored me. At four I made significant progress. She yelled at me to go away. I waited until after seven, when I saw her mom come home, and tried again. I knocked and her mom answered. "Hi, is Tami home?" I asked with my best 'boy next door' smile. "Yes, but..." "Could I talk to her for a minute?" "She doesn't... I don't think that would be a good idea. Maybe later." From the look on her face, I don't think Tami had told her anything. "Okay, thanks anyway." I turned to go, then looked back, "You look like you feel a lot better." She smiled, "I feel a lot better. Thanks for noticing." I didn't want to come off like an Eddie Haskell, so I gave her a wave and walked away. This morning I tried again. She gave me a weak smile of encouragement and told me to try again later. And that left me here, eight errors, two strikeouts, and four more laps to go. Ricky was the only one waiting for me as I finished my laps. Which was only fair since laps for errors and pop-ups were his idea, not Hallowell's. He'd run two, one for an error in the second game, and one for a pop-up in the first. I touched home plate for the eighth time and dropped on the grass in front of the third base dugout. Ricky sat down across from me. "Eight laps! I think that's a record." Ricky was about twenty pounds and two inches bigger than me, but I thought, one shot, right in the nose, and run like hell. "Yea me," I said after discarding the idea. Besides, Ricky was a pretty good guy for an eighth grader. "What happened?" he asked as he picked up a small pebble and flicked it toward the fence. "You went three games without an error and then pull eight in a game?" "Half a game." Why did I feel the need to set the record straight? "I only played three innings." "Yeah." "It was just one of those days," I said. I didn't want to make excuses. Ricky studied third base while I got my breathing back to normal. "Tami's pretty cute, all right." Now I felt like Ricky had given me a shot in the nose, but he wasn't running away. "How... What did you... Who told..." "It doesn't take a genius. Which is good, because I'm not one." He grinned. "You and Tami have been hot and heavy for each other all week, and then today you act like you've never picked up a baseball before." "Oh," I said brilliantly. "You want to talk about it?" "No," I said. Then told him all about it. I left out the parts about sex with Paula and just said she was helping me with science. "I wish I needed help with my science. Wait a minute, I do need help with my science. Can you hook me up?" I gave him a pained look. "Sorry, dude. So now Tami won't even answer the door. So what do I do?" I pleaded. Ricky looked thoughtful and I felt better. This is what I needed, advice from someone with experience. "You do realize that you're asking advice from a guy whose been dumped by half the hotties in school?" Oh. Maybe advice from Ricky wasn't the best idea. "Only half?" "The other half won't even talk to me." When I got home, I was still thinking that I needed advice. The problem was, who? If I wanted to know how to suck a tit or how the eyeball worked, Paula would be perfect. But for relationships, I didn't think so. The new boyfriend was about the seventh 'the one' this year. There was Mom, but the way she carried on about my 'first date', I didn't think I wanted to go there. Alana would probably have good advice, but somehow I didn't think she'd give it to me. The one I really wanted to talk to about this was Tami. I was on my own. My cousin Eddy taught me chess a few years ago and said that chess was like life. You had to examine your options and pick the best one. So I figured now was the time to look at my options. Basically I had two. One, I could talk to Tami and explain, or two, I could say to hell with her, get on with my life, and learn how to play baseball again. Since I didn't even want to think about the second option, I decided to go with one. That left me with two more options. I could go over right now, or I could wait. I wanted to go right now, but how many times can you knock on a door before it becomes stalking? I sat in front of my trailer and looked at Tami's house. I decided that since I'd tried four times yesterday and once today, that I'd wait before I tried knocking again. Give her time to cool off and become Tami again. I sat in front of my trailer and looked at Tami's house. I decided that I needed to do something to get my mind off Tami. I could take a swim, or call up some friends. My family had gone out after my game so the house was empty. I could get Mikee or Kelly over here. I sat in front of my trailer and looked at Tami's house. This was not working. Okay, new plan. I'd walk over all cool and, what was the word, nonchalant. I stood up. If being nonchalant was being unconcerned or indifferent, does that mean being concerned or caring is being chalant? I'd never heard anybody described as chalant. I chalantly rushed to the hospital... Damn, now the girl was turning me into an English major. When I walked in front of her trailer, the front curtains were open and I could see Tami vacuuming. At least she was home. Her mom's car wasn't there, so she was alone. I swallowed, turned right and walked to her steps. I stood outside her door for almost a minute, then knocked. Inside, the sound of the vacuum cleaner turned off. I knocked again. "Tami, it's me," I said. Loudly enough that I knew she would hear, but not yelling. I stood staring at her door, waiting for it to open. Hoping that it would open. Maybe even praying it would open. After five minutes I turned and walked back down the steps. So I spent my weekend sitting in front of my house. I wasn't watching Tami's trailer, but I was aware of it. Tami only came out once, on Sunday with her mom. They got in the car and left, coming back about an hour later with a dozen bags of groceries. Mikee came over a couple of times and hinted at a massage, but I wasn't in the mood. Kelly came by, looked me over, shook her head, and left again. Monday morning I was still sitting there. Some weekend. I kept telling myself that I needed to get up and do something. I even agreed with myself. But I sat there. "Did Tony have a fight with his girlfriend?" my sister asked. Sometimes you just need a focal point. Traci became my focal point. I swung hard and hit her in the stomach. Traci fell back against the side of the trailer and lay there, trying to breathe. I stood up and looked down at her, "Sorry," I muttered. I left her there and went inside. "Mom?" "In here," she yelled from the kitchen. I walked back to the kitchen. Mom was messing with some kind of pastry. She liked to bake. "Traci needs you?" I said. "Why?" she asked without looking up. "She got the breath knocked out of her." "What happened?" she asked as she set down her dough and started wiping her hands. "I hit her," I admitted. Mom looked up at me surprised. Traci and I fought a lot, but I'd never hit her. "Why?" "She was teasing," I said, and left it at that. I really didn't have an excuse, and I didn't want to talk about Tami. Mom gave me her disappointed look. "I'll go to my room now," I said and started to slink away. "Why?" she asked. Parents can be so stupid sometimes. "Because I'm grounded." "No, you're not. Tell your sister you're sorry." "I already did." "Then take a walk. You've been sitting around too much." Parents! Who can figure them. I walked out of the house. Traci was sitting on the steps holding her stomach. She flinched back like she was afraid I was going to hit her again. "Sorry," I said again. "I'm telling," she threatened. "Good luck," I muttered and walked down the street. Away from Tami's house. Damn girl. Now she had me punching my sister. No, that wasn't right. Tami didn't make me punch Traci. I did that. I picked up the pace and broke into a jog. I hate running, but when I run, the only thing I think about is putting one foot in front of the other. Again and again and again. It was the only way I knew to shut down my brain. When I passed my house for the sixth time I slowed down to a walk again. I guessed that it was about a third of a mile around the park, so that was about two miles. I was hot and sweaty, but I felt better. Seemed fair: one lap for an error, six for hitting your little sister. As I walked around, Traci was sitting on the steps with Ann, Paula's little sister. And from the look that Ann gave me, I knew that Traci had told her that I'd hit her. Knowing Traci, she'd embellished a little. I hoped that she wouldn't say anything to Paula. I smiled and waved, but they ignored me. I kept walking and turned down Elizabeth Taylor. Kathy was sitting in a lounger on the strip of grass between her trailer and her neighbors. Little Debbie was lying on her stomach next to the lounger, reading a book. I stopped and talked for a few minutes, then kept going. When I came around to the pool again, I made my decision. I hadn't even realized that I'd been thinking about it. I'd thought I put it out of my mind. I marched up to Tami's door and knocked. Her mom opened the door. "Hi Tony." "Hi." "I don't think she wants to talk right now," she said haltingly. "That's okay. All she has to do is listen," I said, pushing past her. Tami was sitting on the sofa watching TV. I stepped between her and the TV. Tami looked up at me like she was about to explode. Her mom looked like she was going to get between us. "I don't know what you think you know, but I hope you never get stuck in a situation where you can't explain anything. It doesn't feel good." Tami sat up straighter and crossed her arms over her chest. I grinned, according to the body language book I read a while ago, that meant she wasn't going to pay any attention to me. "And you can stop hiding in the house. I won't speak to you again until you invite me to." I looked at her mother still standing by the open door. "Thanks, I hope I wasn't a bother." I stepped past her again and headed for the pool. I stripped off my t-shirt and stepped up on the diving board. I was wearing cut-offs and there was a rule against cut-offs in the pool, but I didn't give a damn. I stepped forward, bounced once, and did a one-and-a-half flip into the pool. The water was cold and felt good against my sweaty body. I swam the length of the pool underwater to the shallow end and then back again to surface just under the diving board. "Not even going to say hi?" came a voice from behind me. I turned and saw Paula sitting on the edge of the pool in a yellow bikini. I hadn't even noticed her there, and in that bikini, that was saying something. I swam over to her and pulled her into the pool. "I'll do more than say hi," I told her as I pressed my crotch into hers. "Down boy," she laughed. "What's gotten into you?" "You wear that collection of Band-Aids masquerading as a swimsuit and you have to ask." My cock had gotten hard, and I pressed it into her. "I've got a boyfriend. Remember?" She pulled away from me, but not very convincingly. "I've heard," I replied and covered her mouth with mine. I'd been holding the side of the pool with one hand, and now I let go and we sank. As we did, I pressed my tongue into her mouth. As our feet touched the bottom, I let go of her and we both swam to the surface. I treaded water a foot away from her. "Gonna tell your boyfriend on me?" "No." She grinned at me. "But I'm gonna spread the word to all my girlfriends. "You do that," I agreed and swam toward her. I grabbed her and pulled her toward the shallow end. Once my feet were on the ground, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her again. "Maybe I should call my boyfriend and we could do a threesome?" she teased. "I was never any good at sharing," I told her and kissed her again, this time sliding my hand into the back of her bikini and caressing the crack of her ass. "Anybody home at your house?" I asked, then remembered Ann sitting outside. "Not if there's a god," she moaned as my finger pressed between her cheeks and teased her asshole. "Mom and Dad were getting ready to go out when I came over to the pool. I think—I hope—they're taking Annie with them." "Let's see," I suggested and released her. As she walked up the steps and out of the pool I noticed that the back of her suit had settled a little lower than usual and exposed a lot of ass. Paula didn't bother adjusting it. Paula grabbed her towel and I got my t-shirt and we headed for the gate, just as Tami stepped out of her house in a white one-piece. We stepped out of the gate and headed up the path that went toward Paula's house. My hand went around her and settled on that beautiful exposed ass. "Thanks again for helping me with that science Thursday night. I was afraid I was going to flunk," I said more loudly than was necessary. Paula glanced sideways at Tami, then smiled. I told you she was smart. "No problem. Now you owe me." "I'll think of something," I said as my hand lowered more into the junction of her legs. We were past Tami's house now, and behind me I could hear a door slam. I guess she decided not to go swimming.

The Right Smartwatch By SuperEvil Chapter 3: Uninvited Dinner Guests Jenny was already at the bus stop when Matt arrived the next morning. They were the first two there. “Hey. So can we talk now? About what happened last night?” Matt asked. Jenny really didn’t want to talk about it. “Uh, well...” Lucky for her, another girl was walking over to the bus stop then. “I think it’s better if we talk in private. At lunch maybe? Or after school.” He figured she needed space, so dropped it. They sat in silence for the bus ride into school, looking away from each other when the other one would look at them. The next time he saw her was at lunch. She seemed happier now, giving him a little wave while she waited in line for food. He went and sat down next to Paul. “Hey. So, sorry for rushing out yesterday. I just felt a little weird seeing your sister like that, especially when your mom got home.” Matt just chuckled to himself. Paul had always been shy around girls. The only girl he ever seemed comfortable around was Jenny. Probably his sister too, but seeing Cindy naked had shown Paul that she was starting to become a woman. “No problem. It does take some getting used to. If you want, I'll warn you if she is home before inviting you over.” “Thanks.” “What are you guys talking about?” Jenny came to join them at their table. With her was Karen, another girl in their class. Karen didn’t like Matt, and Matt was not too fond of her either. Karen held a grudge against Matt for some reason. Hey, maybe he could find out why. He looked around the cafeteria, but saw way to many girls around. Who knows what someone could end up saying if they are forced to tell the truth? No, it was too risky now. Karen had been Jenny’s friend up until last year. Jenny and her had gotten along great, up until Karen had tried to get Jenny to ditch Matt. Matt had tried to be nice to the girl, but no matter what he did, it didn’t seem to change her mind about him. “So Karen. Want to come over to my house Saturday? Hang out like we used to?” Jenny asked. This disappointed Matt, he wanted to spend time with Jenny this weekend. He hoped their friendship wasn’t damaged beyond repair. After Karen had left the table, Matt asked Jenny why she had invited her over. “Well, I was thinking, we could have a little fun with her. You know.” and she pointed to his watch. It surprised him that Jenny would want another girl to get naked in front of him, but if she was ok with it. Who was he to complain? Arriving back near home, Matt and Jenny got off the bus together, walking towards their houses. They arrived in front of Jenny’s house, and she turned to him. “Well, I’ve got a lot of homework today, and I should probably spend some time with my mom, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jenny was afraid. A little of the watch, but much more so about how she had lost control of herself in front of him last night. She couldn't face doing anything like that again so soon. Matt had hoped she would come over again today, so they could fix things between them, but figured she needed more time. So with a wave, both friends went into their own homes. Matt was just finishing his homework when his sister arrived home. Now he could have a little fun. Cindy was feeling confused about yesterday. Now being dressed, she wasn't sure she should go naked again. She went to put her backpack away in her room and say hello to her brother. Matt had already set QUE to on and was waiting for his sister to come upstairs. When she stopped by his room, he said to her “So, Cindy. How did you like being naked yesterday?” “I was really embarrassed at first, but then I really liked it. It made me tingle down there. You know?” She blushed at saying something so intimate to her brother, causing her to feel that same tingle again. “Mom thinks your just going through a phase. She figured you would get over it soon. She even had Jenny go naked yesterday to try to get you to see how you look.” Cindy thought the older girl looked good. Really good. If she looked like that, maybe being naked was not so bad? “So, you think you will go naked again?” Matt was ready hoping she would. “Oh yeah, definitely.” She wasn’t sure why she was being so honest, but did like the grin her brother got at that. “In fact. Would you mind if I went naked again right now, just for a little bit?” “Of course not Cindy. If you want to be a nudist, you should go for it. I think you look pretty cute.” She went back into her own room for privacy. She didn’t want to undress in front of her brother, like she did yesterday for some reason. Once naked, she headed out into the hall, hearing her brother down in the living room, playing video games. She slowly made her way downstairs getting very nervous about this whole thing. Why had this been so much easier yesterday? She peeked into the living room, seeing her brother mashing the controller, sitting on the couch. She cleared her throat, making him look over at her, and pause his game. “It’s ok, squirt. Come sit down. I’ll add you to the game.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him. The naked 11 year old went to sit next to her brother, not really wanting to stand in front of him for too long, but the arousal she was starting to feel was helping to make her feel better. Soon the siblings were playing like normal. Knocking into each other, trying to throw off the other’s game, while laughing and yelling. Cindy was feeling much better. The arousal had its effect on her now. Being naked in front of her own brother was quite arousing for some reason. All of a sudden there was a knock at the front door. Cindy didn’t think it would be good to have anyone else see her like that, so went up to her room while Matt answered the door. Matt opened the door when she was safely upstairs, finding Cindy’s good friend Jessica from across the street. “Hi Jessica. Come on in. Cindy is up in her room. I’ll go get her.” Seeing a chance to see another girl naked, even a 12 year old, he pushed STR on his watch. Suddenly Jessica was pulling off her long sleeve shirt. Underneath she had on a white bra, and removed it next. That revealed her smallish boobs, sticking out like little triangles, with cute puffy nipples on the end. Next she untied her shoes pulling each off, followed by her socks. Then she undid her jeans dropping them to the ground, and stepped out of them. She had white panties with a pink trim on underneath. She hooked her thumbs in letting them drop off. She had a bit of dark hair right above her little slit, which was parted just slightly. “Thanks Matt.” She said to him, once finished undressing, oblivious to her nudity. Matt checked her out, thinking she was just as cute as his little sister, especially naked like this. He pushed the COM button next, making her stand at attention. “Jessica, when you are in this house, you will be a nudist. Cindy is also a nudist now, so don't be surprised when you see her.” He went with the nudist thing figuring that would be easiest to explain to anyone else. Plus it would hopefully make her go naked every time she came over. He shut of the COM option and she looked back to him, waiting for him to get Cindy. “Be right back.” he said. Cindy was still naked up in her room, waiting to be told by her brother when it was safe to come out. “Hey Cindy. It’s just Jessica. She has a surprise for you. Come back down with me.” Cindy was not sure if she should let her friend see her naked. “Let me put on my clothes first.” She told him. “Wait. It’s ok, Cindy. Trust me. Come downstairs.” “I’m not sure...” She was considering it, but Matt had gotten impatient. He hit the COM button again. “From now on, in this house, you will be a nudist.” He told her, then shut it off. She came back to him saying “Just come down stairs. Trust me, Cindy.” So she followed him downstairs, not feeling bad about being naked anymore. In her mind, a nudist would never be embarrassed about being nude. When she got to the bottom of the stairs and saw her friend, Cindy let out a little squeal, running over to hug the other naked girl. “Oh my god. You’re naked too?” Jessica looked down at herself, a little confused that her clothes were off, but being a nudist, it didn't really bother her. “Yeah. Matt told me about you being a nudist. So I thought I would join you.” Cindy seemed much more carefree and happy now to Matt. It seemed to him, telling the girls to be nudists was a good idea. Jessica soon joined in playing their video game with them. It was a lot of fun for Matt, who had sat in the middle of the two nude girls. They kept bumping shoulders, all three enjoying sitting so close together. There was a sexual tension in the air now. Even if the girls thought themselves nudists, it was still exciting to be naked so close to a teenage boy. After a while, the two preteen nudists went up to Cindy’s room. Matt was a little disappointed they had left, but decided to give them space, in case they were feeling overwhelmed. Another knock came from the front door, and Matt was still in the living room playing the game, so he answered. It was Jessica’s 16 year old sister, Katie, and she had brought another girl with her. “Hi. Is my sister over here? My mom asked me to come get her for supper.” Matt had always admired Katie’s looks. While he didn’t spend much time with the older teen girl, they had always been friendly to each other, both their little sisters being friends. Matt knew an opportunity when he saw one. He invited them into the house. Katie and her friend stepped into the living room. Katie was about to say something about the suspicious pile of clothes that looked remarkably similar to the ones her sister was wearing earlier, but before she could say anything, Matt hit the STR button. Immediately both teen girls started undressing, kicking off their shoes first. Katie removed her hoodie next, that she was wearing to help with the early springtime chill. Then she removed the tank top she was wearing underneath. Her pair of dark blue jeans were next to go, leaving her in just her bra and panties, but those would go too. She even bent down to remove her socks. After a minute she stood naked in front of him, just like her little sister. In fact she looked much like her sister too, just older. Her boobs were full and pert, but had similar cute nipples on the ends. Her pussy also opened slightly showing off the pink inside, with a much fuller dark bush above. Her friend had also stripped down at the same time, removing her jacket, pants, t-shirt, bra, and panties, in that order. Then her socks last as well. She had a pair of boobs a little larger than Katie’s, but still very nice to Matt. Down below, she must shave, because there was only a little landing strip above her pussy lips. Matt was still completely amazed. He really just made two highschool girls strip naked. This was almost too good to be true. These were the oldest girls he had ever seen naked, at least in person. Once naked, the girls resumed their normal conversation. It seemed if the girls had stripped together, they were also blind to the others nudity. “Hey Matt? Whose clothes are those?” Matt thought fast, but knowing he could ultimately use the control function of the watch to make them forget, gave him much more confidence to have some fun with the naked girls. He bent over to pick up the teen girl’s discarded clothing while saying “My sister has recently decided to become a nudist. My mom and I think she is just going through a phase, but she insists on going naked while home. And now, I think she has recruited your little sister as well.” Katie looked at him with wide eyes. “You saw my sister naked!?” Yeah, and you too. “Yeah, unfortunately. She was already naked when I came down here. Cindy insisted they play some video games like that, but after an hour they went up to her room. I didn’t really know what to do. My mom said it was best to just let Cindy grow out of this phase, so I thought the same would apply to Jessica. Sorry if I screwed up.” The girl took pity on the 14 year old boy. “Oh, well, if she did it herself, I guess there’s not much you could do about it. Don’t worry. I’m sure your mother's right about it being a phase.” “So can you go get them? Katie’s mom is making dinner and we should all get back.” Her friend said. Truthfully she just wanted to see the naked preteens. The thought of them going naked in front of this boy made her excited. Of course, she didn't realize she was putting on an even better show for him. Before anyone could leave, Matt’s mother came into the house after a long day at work. “Oh hi, Katie. It’s nice to see you. Jessica must be over. Who is your friend?” Matt took the opportunity to put the girls clothes in the TV cabinet with the video games. It was the best place he could think to hide them quickly. “Hi Mrs. Stevens. This is Shelly. Yeah, we came to get Jessica for dinner. I think Matt was about to go get her.” So Matt went up to his sister’s room and knocked on the closed door. Cindy answered. She seemed to be breathing hard and had a flush to her cheeks that Matt noticed right away. “Hey, Jessica, your sister's here to take you home.” Jessica bounded down the stairs in front of Matt. He was curious what the preteen's reaction would be to her naked sister. Cindy just stayed at the top of the stairs, watching. When Jessica saw her sister standing there naked, she figured Matt must have told her about being a nudist too. She figured Katie and Shelly liked the idea so much, they must have taken off their clothes right then. “Wow, you joined too, huh?” Jessica said to her older sister. Katie didn’t understand what the girl meant, but let it go because they needed to get home. “Come on, get dressed so we can go home.” So Jessica found her clothes on the floor and started to get dressed. “Thanks again, Matt.” Katie told him while her sister was getting dressed. Matt just smiled, looking over the naked girl’s bodies once more before they left. Now dressed, Jessica opened the front door and lead the two naked teens across the street. Matt had decided to see how this would play out. He was sure their mother or Jessica would say something to them eventually, but from what he had seen from Cindy, the girls always blamed themselves for stripping naked. No one ever tried blaming him, and who could? A high tech smartwatch that could somehow make girls strip naked? Purposterus. Matt didn’t expect to see Katie’s mother dragging the two naked teen girls back across the street by their ears, however. He quickly opened the front door when they got close and her mother pushed the two nude girls into the house. Matt’s mom came out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. “Nancy? What’s going on?” “These two teenage girls decided to come home NUDE is what is going on!” Both girls were now trying to cover up with Matt nearby. “Oh. Cindy is going through a similar phase, but I don’t mind.” “Well Cindy is only 11 years old. These two are almost mature women. Well I thought they were mature, but I guess they want to run around like A NAKED LITTLE GIRL!” Cindy had also come partly downstairs hearing the yelling. Still naked of course, being commanded to be a nudist at home. Nancy could almost laugh. The preteen girl was nothing like the two older teens, she looked like a small child as far as she was concerned, not a big deal if she was naked now and then. Her oldest daughter on the other hand had boobs, and a full bush. Nothing she should be showing off. “Well if you girls want to show off so much. Be like Cindy? Then I think now is as good a time as any. You will both be staying here for dinner. If that’s ok with you Karen?” “Sure, I don’t mind.” Matt’s mom said, thinking she was talking about the girls nudity. “Good. You girls follow whatever Mrs. Stevens says. Ok? I expect to see you at home after you’re done eating, dressed this time. OH! And no covering up for the rest of the time you are here. I want both of you to understand why displaying yourselves is such a bad idea, and I’m sure Matt here is up to that job.” Both girls reluctantly dropped their arms to their sides, looking at the floor in shame. They couldn’t understand it. Why had they gotten naked in front of Matt earlier? Did the nudist lifestyle really appeal to them that much? But now they felt humiliated standing naked in front of him. Neither girl had said anything about Jessica being naked as well, not wanting to cause any more problems. Katie’s mom left, leaving the two naked girls with Matt’s family. “Ok, I better go make sure there is enough for everyone. Matt, you watch the girls please.” Now Matt had been left in charge of them? This was so unfair. Matt just smiled at the two nude teens taking a place on the couch and looking them over. Cindy just watched from the stairs. She wasn’t sure why the two nude teens were now so shy about their bodies, when they had been fine before. It must be because of Katie's mom yelling at them. Seeing them so embarrassed made her feel funny down there, so she went back to her room to take care of things. Matt also thought it would be good to watch the teen girls take care of things before they left. He hit the COM button on the watch and the two girls stood at attention. “You will both masturbate before I give you your clothes back. You will also both come back sometime next week together and strip naked for me again. You will not say anything about this or question my authority over you.” He shut off the watch just as his mom was calling them to dinner. At the table, both Katie and Shelly were still feeling the shame of being naked. They could not understand how Cindy seemed so free with all of her privates on display. Matt just enjoyed the show of the girl's boobs above the table, hoping they would be putting on an even bigger show before they went home. They all finished dinner and went out to the living room. Matt’s mom put on the TV, wanting to watch her favorite show. “Ok girls. I think you can go home now.” She said to them. They still needed their clothes back, so Katie turned to Matt and asked “Can you get our clothes for us please?” Matt went over to the entertainment console, retrieving the bundle of clothes he had left there earlier. When he turned back around he found both nude girls were rubbing their pussies and pinching their nipples. He almost couldn't believe they were really doing it. He just sat on the couch, still holding the girls clothes for them, watching the show. Matt’s mom glanced over to see the girls playing with themselves, but didn’t really care, and went back to watching her program. Why? Why were they doing this? Sure they felt a little horny at being naked in front of the younger teen boy, but to be masturbating in front of him, and his mom and sister? This was just too much. Cindy was also watching. She was shocked at first, thinking her mother would reprimand the girls, but she said nothing to them. She was amazed at what the two girls were doing. Did this mean she could play with herself wherever she wanted? She wanted to find out. She sat down in one of the side chairs and opened her legs. Looking over at her mom, who only seemed to care about the TV. She plunged her finger into her open hole. Now Matt had three naked girls playing with themselves to watch. Soon all three girls were moaning and speeding up their movements. He learned quite a bit about how girls played with themselves from this, each one having their own way of doing it. He got so excited watching the three girls, but managed to contain himself. The girls all got louder and louder as they came closer to release. Shelly was the first to reach climax. Letting out a loud moan, followed shortly by Katie. It took a couple more minutes for Cindy to finish as well, letting out a high pitched squeal when she came. Matt went over to the teen girls and handed over their clothes. The girls rushed to get dressed and leave, not wanting to spend anymore time naked then they had to. All in all, Matt was impressed with what he had accomplished that night. When the girls were gone, he rushed up to his room to take care of things for himself. Once finished with that, he decided to try taking with Jenny one more time that day. He called her before going to bed that night. “Hey. How are you?” he asked her. “Ok. I guess. Kinda ashamed about what I did last night.” She felt it easier to talk to him on the phone about it, not having to look him in the eye. “Jenny. You’re my best friend. Nothing you could do would ever bother me. You’re the most important person in my life." She smiled at hearing that. "Well, and my mom and sister.” “Yeah, you too, Matt... Besides my mom.” “So we’re good then?” “Yeah. We’re good. I’ll see you tomorrow... With Karen. Remember?” “Ok, see you then. Bye.” “Bye.” She smiled to herself. She would feel better if it was another girl under the watches power, instead of her. Chapter 4: Old Friend Karen had been dropped off at Jenny’s house a little before noon. They stayed there for a while, but Jenny had deliberately made sure they were both bored. With nothing to do, Jenny suggested going over to Matt’s house for a bit. “Oh come on, Jenny. I came over to hang out with you.” but after another hour with no less boredom the girl relented to her friend’s request. “I guess we can go over there, but only for a little while. Ok?” Jenny brought Karen to the front door of Matt’s house. She knew Cindy had a gymnastics competition, glad they could be alone with Matt. “Hey Matt. Karen and I were bored. Can we hang out with you for awhile?” “Sure, I was just about to start up Gunmasher 6. Do you want to play?” Karen sneered at the boy, “Of course you would be playing video games. Aren’t you a little old for that?” Matt just ignored the girl, knowing soon she wouldn’t be so stuck up. Karen sat down in one of the chairs in the living room while Matt asked them “So you girls want anything to drink? We have soda, orange juice, water, milk.” “Just a soda.” Karen answered. “I’ll come look.” Jenny said, using it as an excuse to speak with Matt alone. In the kitchen, she said, “So I’ll stick my fingers in my ears, when I do that, you hit the button. Sound good?” “Well? What if she’s better looking than you?” He said, grinning at her. She just punched him in the arm. “Ok. Ok. I got it.” So they went back into the living room, Jenny handing her the soda before sitting down herself. “So, you girls been doing anything interesting today?” Karen just rolled her eyes at him. “Well, we listened to some music for a while, had lunch. No, nothing too interesting.” Jenny answered. “Yeah, it’s been really boring. Jenny used to be so much fun, but now...” Jenny took that time to stick her fingers in her ears. “Oh it’s true. You can’t ignore...” Matt had pushed the button. Karen stood up facing perpendicular to Matt and Jenny on the couch. She started unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. Letting it fall to the floor when done. Next she undid her jeans and pushed them off. Her underwear didn’t match and Jenny commented “Must be laundry day.” Her panties in particular seemed worn out and old. Her bra was black, and she undid the clasps in the back quickly revealing her almost flat chest to them, with little brownish pink nipples. She pulled off her beige colored panties last, revealing her bare pussy. She had no hair at all, looking much like Cindy. “Oh my god. She’s still like a little kid.” Jenny said, through giggles. Karen then sat back down and continued like she hadn't just stripped naked. “...me.” She finished her sentence. Both of them were smiling at her funny now, but she wasn’t sure why. “Come on, let's play that game, Matt.” Jenny said, causing Karen to roll her eyes again. Matt went over and turned the game system on, offering a controller to both Jenny and Karen, but Karen declined, just holding her hand up. So Matt and Jenny started playing the game, but after a few minutes, Karen was still bored. “Come on, let’s do something else.” “Well, what do you want to do?” Jenny was really starting to get annoyed at Karen. “I don’t know. Let's go outside for a while.” Karen offered. Matt looked over at Jenny, getting worried, but Jenny smiled and said “Alright. You are the guest here.” and stood up. “Jenny, I'm not sure that’s such a good idea, you know, cause...” he trailed off, not wanting to reveal to the girl she was naked yet. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll just go into the backyard for a bit.” While the backyard was less open than the front, it would still be visible from a couple houses or anyone outside in their backyards. There were no fences in between any of the yards. “Oh come on. It will be more fun than this dumb game.” Karen said while getting up, lead out through the kitchen door by Jenny. Matt just followed, hoping that if anyone saw her, they would at least be female. That way he could make them forget. Outside, Karen had taken a seat at the patio table, shivering a little at the wind. It was still early spring, and Matt noticed how her nipples had stood up from the cold. They both took one of the seats near her. Karen started talking about some makeup or hair product Matt didn’t really care about. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a couple boys looking out at them from their own patio door. He needed to act quickly, so he pressed the COM button. “You will...” He stopped himself, remembering to say Karen’s name first. “Karen, you will not run away or cover up if anyone sees you or tells you that you are naked. You will act happy and like everything is perfectly normal. You will not get dressed until I say you can.” Just as he was shutting off the command function, the boys both ran out the door and over to them. “Woah! That girl is naked.” the older boy said. Karen looked down at herself, then back up and said “Oh, I suppose I am.” Inside she was screaming. Why didn’t she get up and run inside? Why was she just sitting there, letting these boys look at her small boobs above the table? “Why are you naked?” the other boy asked. “Oh, I don’t know. Guess I just felt like it.” She didn’t feel like being naked now, with these two boys gawking at her, not to mention Matt was also there. Oh god! Two of her classmates had seen her naked, and worse, it was Matt and Jenny! She now remembered stripping in the living room in front of them, wondering why she would do such a thing. Jenny had figured Matt commanded her to stay in front of these boys, and giggled, knowing the feeling of being naked in front of a boy. She was getting just as aroused at forcing her old friend to go naked as she would be if she was naked herself. Being naked outside, and in front of the four of them embarrassed Karen to no end, and her cheeks turned bright red, but otherwise outwardly she displayed no discomfort. “I think she was getting hot. Look at how red her face is. Poor girl needed to cool off.” Jenny told the boys with a giggle. Karen couldn’t believe Jenny would just leave her naked like this, but couldn’t think of any other excuse for the boys. “So is this the first time you boys have seen a naked girl?” Jenny asked the boys. “Uh, yeah...” The older boy said. “Well, Karen, stand up and let them get a better look.” Karen was beside herself now. No way would she stand to let them look at her! “Oh come on Karen, just for a minute. Then you can sit back down. I’m sure it would be very educational for them.” Jenny was giggling hard now. “Uh, well, I don’t think I should. They’ve already seen me anyway. Right boys?” Karen said, giving the boys a smile, and feeling very nervous. “Oh come on.” Jenny stood up and grabbed Karen’s arm, trying to pull her up from the chair. “Stop it, Jenny.” She said with a laugh, but inside, Karen was mortified at the thought of displaying herself in front of the boys. Especially if they were to see her bald pussy. Jenny was much stronger then Karen though, and had her up and out of the chair in no time. She spun the girl around keeping her arm behind her back, and grabbed the other arm twisting it into the same position. Now the boys could clearly see her little slit and Karen gave up struggling. She still kept the happy demeanor on the outside, but this was so humiliating to the girl, she started to pee right there in front of everyone. “Ew! Karen!” Jenny scolded the nude girl, letting her go, and jumped back. Karen just happily smiled, not being able to stop her bladder release. Inside this was the most humiliating thing to ever happen to her. Outside she just giggled like it was no big deal. The two boys were now laughing at the naked girl as her bladder kept releasing. She wanted to run, hide, be anywhere but there. Finally she was empty and just stood in the puddle feeling shame. “Alright, come on Karen, let's get you cleaned up.” Jenny offered her hand to the naked girl. Karen just took it not sure what else to do. Jenny lead her over to the spigot attached to the hose on the wall, turning it on. Karen thought to herself, I’m not a little kid, I’m 14 years old for god sakes! I should be cleaning up in the house, not outside like this. Jenny aimed the spray of the hose at her, accidentally getting her in the face. “Sorry Karen.” She said as Karen sputtered the water out of her mouth. She wiped her face of the water and said “That’s ok, Jenny.” Still smiling like nothing was wrong. Now Jenny was aiming the narrow spray right at her little slit. It was starting to make her feel funny. She wanted it to stop, all of this to stop, but she could do nothing, and just let the other girl continue to play with her like this. Jenny was purposely using the hose to tease the nude girl. She could aim just right with the spray making the outer lips of the girls pussy spread and move. She particularly focused on the upper area of the slit, where she knew the girls little clit was. Just when Karen was starting to like the feel of the spray, Jenny switched to spraying her little nipples. The cold spray of the water made Karen’s little nipples pucker up, turning them into hard little points. Karen could only giggle, while her classmate teased her with the spray of the water. She wanted to yell at her, scream, beg her, anything to make this stop. Finally, Jenny had enough fun, turning the spray to the patio, cleaning the puddle the nude girl had left there. “So, how old are you guys?” Matt asked the two boys while Jenny cleaned up the naked girl. “I’m 12 and my brother Dillan is 10.” “Oh, what’s your name?” “Jake.” The older boy answered. “I’m Matt. That’s Jenny, and the naked girl is Karen. Say, do you know my sister, Cindy? Cindy Stevens? She’s about your age.” “Oh yeah. I go to school with her.” Jenny had brought the nude girl back over now to stand in front of the two boys. Karen just stood there letting the boys look, at this point it was pointless to try and hide. “So how old are you?” The younger boy asked Karen, causing her to blush even more. Now they would know she was a flat chested 14 year old. “I bet she’s no older than 12. Her boobs are pretty small, see.” Jake said, pointing to the girl's bare chest. “But I don’t remember seeing you at school.” “She’s 14, actually. In mine and Matt’s class.” Jenny answered, giving away the girl’s secret to the younger boys. “Wow. I thought girls went through puberty before boys. She has like no hair down there either.” Jake said. It seemed to her, everyone was laughing at poor underdeveloped Karen. “Well boys, I think we should get back inside now. I’m sure Karen has cooled off enough. Even got a shower out of it. See you guys later.” Jenny told them. The boys were disappointed, but let the teens go into the house, walking back over to their own home. Back inside, Karen was feeling angry. She wanted to yell and scream at the two for letting this happen to her, but for some reason she could only smile. Matt sent Karen into the living room, giving her a small towel to dry with, so he could speak to Jenny alone. “I’ve waited a long time for this. I want to know why she hates me. You just stay quiet. I’m going to turn on the truth option of my watch.” Matt told her. “Ok. I’m curious too. Let's find out why she always has that stick up her ass.” Matt switched the setting on, and they went into the living room. “Karen. You're going to answer my questions now. Why do you hate me?” “Because Jenny likes you.” Karen didn’t want to speak with them, but felt compelled to answer. He looked at her, confused. “Why would Jenny liking me make you hate me?” “Because she doesn’t love me.” Matt and Jenny were both taken aback. Did Karen like Jenny? Like Like? “Are you a lesbian!?” Jenny blurted out. Karen was about to reveal her biggest secret to them. This was even bigger than her undeveloped body. “Yes. I am a lesbian.” Well that explained it. In Karen’s mind, Matt was competition for Jenny. Jenny felt flattered, not realizing a girl could ever like her that way, but she was straight, so Karen never really stood a chance. “Karen, I had no idea you felt that way. But... I’m sorry. I like boys. Matt in particular.” Jenny just broke the poor girls heart. She wanted to cry, but still just sat there acting like nothing was wrong. Matt switched off the watch while Karen wasn’t looking at him. Matt was feeling sorry for her now. He turned to Jenny and said “Maybe we should let her get dressed now and make her forget all this.” Karen spoke up, still smiling “How could you make me forget this? This was the most humiliating day of my life. I don’t think I will ever forget this.” Jenny whispered to him “Come on, Matt. I’m not done with her yet. Let’s have some more fun with her.” Matt considered what Jenny had said and got an idea. If Jenny wanted to have more fun, he would let her. He turned on COM which made the two girls stand at attention. “Jenny. Take your clothes off.” and Jenny removed her clothes, then stood back at attention. “Ok Jenny, until I say, you will do whatever Karen tells you. You will let her touch you as much as she wants. Karen. You can now stop acting like everything is normal. You can express any emotion you feel.” and he switched off COM. Immediately, Jenny was aware she was now naked, throwing her arms over her privates, not believing Matt would do this to her. Karen finally felt she could express herself, but saw Jenny. It stopped her in her tracks. The girl she had pined over for years was now standing naked in front of her. She couldn’t help but feel a little better. “Karen. Jenny will do anything you tell her.” What? How? She had to try. Jenny was getting embarrassed again, which transferred into arousal. She was a little mad at Matt, but didn’t know what to do. “Jenny, let me see your boobs.” Karen said. Jenny immediately dropped the arm she was holding in front of her chest to her side. Karen came forward to look, reaching her hand out to touch one of Jenny's hard nipples. “Wow!” was all Karen could say. “Ok, drop the other hand.” This had just become the best day in Karen’s life. She had seen Jenny changing before gym class, but only in her underwear, never naked like this. That reminded her of her own nudity, and she looked over at Matt who had sat down on the couch again. She wanted to get dressed, especially with him there, but couldn’t. She turned her focus back to Jenny. “So I can touch her anywhere I want?” Karen asked Matt, still looking over the other nude girl. “Yep, she won’t stop you.” Karen reached down to Jenny’s pubic mound, running her finger up the slit until she found the girl’s clitoris. Jenny let out a quiet moan, not able to back away. Not sure if she wanted to either. She was quite aroused now, this was all becoming quite pleasurable to her. “So what else can I make her do?” she really wanted to play with the girls privates, but felt weird with Matt there. “You can have her do whatever you want. Only thing is, she has to stay inside. I don’t think anyone else would think she’s a young girl like you.” Matt didn’t mean it as a dig, it was just an excuse to protect Jenny, but it made Karen feel bad all the same. “Yeah, well, I bet you're just a little kid too!” Karen said, trying to get back at him. Matt stood up, pulling his pants down far enough to show his full bush. Jenny was also watching, hoping to see what he had, but he stopped before he reached his penis, and pulled the pants back in place. Karen had no come back for that. Matt had bested her again. She just turned her focus back to Jenny. “Ok Jenny. Do some jumping jacks.” The developed girl started jumping in place, opening her legs on every other jump and clapping her hands above her head. Both Karen and Matt enjoyed the show. Jenny’s boobs bounced up and down, and her pussy even opened and closed while she did the exercise. Jenny went a couple minutes before saying anything. She was getting tired and some sweat was showing on her body. “Can... I... Stop... Now...?” Jenny asked, breathing hard between jumps. “Oh, well...” Karen paused letting the girl jump just a few more times. “Ok. You can stop.” Wow. It was like Jenny was mind controlled somehow. She couldn’t stop unless told. Karen remembered how she hadn’t been able to leave when the boys saw her outside. Something was definitely going on here. But Karen was not going to pass up this opportunity. One part of Jenny that always had turned her on, was her tongue. She had imagined Jenny’s tongue many times snaking its way around her pussy. Even if Matt was going to watch, she was not going to let this go without fulfilling that fantasy. She came over to Jenny, who was still breathing hard, mostly from the jumping, but also from the arousal she was now feeling. She wasn’t sure if it was because of Karen bossing her around or Matt watching, or both. Karen ran her fingers from the top of Jenny’s pussy up to her nipple then back down letting her fingernails tease Jenny’s skin. Jenny giggled a little while blushing at Karen’s actions. Karen kept moving her fingers around like this, tickling Jenny’s stomach and breasts, while looking into her eyes and saying “I want you to eat me out. I’ve dreamt of your tongue all over me. Make me cum for you, Jenny, using only your tongue.” Matt moved to one of the side chairs, and Jenny helped Karen lie down on her back on the couch. She started with Karen’s little nipples, licking one, then the other, making them stand up similar to when they were sprayed by the cold water. Then she licked down her belly reaching the top of her pubic area. Karen was in heaven now. She needed that tongue on her clit. Jenny would not disappoint, licking up from Karen’s wet hole, to the top of her slit, finding her hard little clit waiting. She focused her attention on that, looking up at the smaller girl. Karen had never seen anything more beautiful. Jenny’s eyes were full of lust, looking up at her, with her tongue disappearing into her little slit. It only took her a minute to start cuming. The girl squealing in pleasure, holding down Jenny’s head with her hands, until she could take no more and tried to push her off, but Jenny could not stop until told to by Karen. Karen couldn’t speak at this point, and the stronger girl held her in place still attacking her sensitive little clit. It bought out a whole new wave of pleasure for Karen. She had just discovered multiple orgasims. She squealed in delight at the feeling, finally catching her breath enough to let out a quiet “Stop.” Jenny wasn’t done. She had heard the stop command, but was too worked up herself to stop completely. She got on top of the smaller girl, kissing her mouth, letting her taste her own juices. When she broke the kiss, Karen said “Ok, your turn.” Jenny switched placed with Karen, letting the smaller girl get on top of her. Karen copied Jenny’s actions from before, licking her nipples and running her tongue down her belly to her slit. She immediately went for Jenny’s clit, licking and sucking and pleasuring the girl. Karen thought this was almost as good as Jenny doing it to her. It didn’t take long for Jenny to start moaning, Karen’s actions were much better than her own fingers. Karen was happy to return the favor for her blonde friend. Making her cum after a few minutes. She tried to keep going like Jenny had done to her, but Jenny was too strong and pushed her off, stopping her. “Wow, that was so hot.” Both girls had forgotten about Matt watching. They blushed at his comment. Matt quickly pushed the COM button one more time. “Both of you will never ask or say anything about my watches power to other people. You will both follow any command I give you.” He wondered why he didn’t think of it before. Just tell the girls to follow any command he had. No need to keep switching on the watch. It had worked when he told Jenny to follow Karen’s commands, so why not his? He switched off COM letting the girls return to normal. “Ok, both of you, stand on one foot.” Both girls stood up, standing on one foot like he had said. "Ok. You can put them down." “How are you doing this!?” Karen was freaking out. Now she knew some kind of mind control was happening to her. “Matt! Why are you doing this? To me of all people?” Jenny was hurt her friend would take advantage of her like this. “I’m just having a little fun. This will just be between the three of us. I know you both really loved what you just did together." Karen tried to appeal to Matt’s sympathy. “Oh please, Matt. I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. Please forgive me?” "I forgive you.” He said. He still felt bad about what Karen had gone through outside, but he did have two 14 year old girls under his control and naked for him. Maybe he could use the watch to help Karen. “I bet Jenny and I could help you get a girlfriend, if you want.” He came over and tweaked Karen's nipple. Making her pull away from him. “Don’t be like that. I’m just fooling around. Come on, let me touch you. Relax.” Karen just stood there, not able to move from his grasp anymore, as Matt tweaked the same nipple again. “I like girls, not boys. Remember? How are you doing this anyway?” Karen felt much calmer now, even with him touching her. “It’s his smartwatch. Somehow it can control girls.” Jenny explained. Well, he did say other people. He guessed they could still talk about the watch with him and each other. Jenny was getting hot again, watching Matt play with Karen’s nipple. The thought of Matt ordering her around excited her a bit. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad under his control? “You girls can take a break for a bit. I know you're both worn out from that. Let’s watch some TV.” Matt said, thinking about what he wanted to make the naked girls do for him. They had been watching TV for about 5 minutes, when Matt turned to them and said “While you girls are sitting there, I’d really like to get a better look at you. Particularity what you have between your legs. Girls, please open your legs for me.” Apparently if he added please to the sentence, it didn't count as an order. “Open your legs, girls.” Both girls complied with his order, spreading their legs open so he could get a good look in between. It was really working. They would really just do whatever he said! Karen didn’t like having to show herself off like this, but she at least got to look at the blonde girl she liked so much. Jenny was feeling that same building arousal she felt when she had spent dinner naked with him and his family. Matt noticed the time on the wall. Damn. His sister and mother would be home soon. He really wasn’t sure what else to do with them anyway. Jenny was his friend, best friend, and he didn’t want to force her into doing things she didn’t like, and Karen was a lesbian, so it felt wrong to do anything with her. “Ok. You girls can sit normally now, if you want. And, uh, sorry if I scared you before. I won’t make you...” He was interrupted by his mother and sister’s arrival. The two entered from the attached garage, Cindy running over to show her brother the ribbon she had won. “Hey kids.” Matt’s mom said to the three teens, coming in after her, not minding the two naked girls at all. “Hi mom. Hi Cindy. How was the meet?” Cindy beamed with pride, holding up the ribbon. “I got 2nd place on the balance beam!” She said, handing it to her brother, then stripped out of her leotard. Karen was shocked at the younger girl undressing right there, but figured she was also under the power of the watch. “Good job, squirt. I’m really proud of you.” Matt said, handing the ribbon back. “I am too.” His mom said to them. “I’m going to go put this on my wall!” Cindy said, running up the staircase. “So, new friend?” his mom said, looking over Karen, making the naked girl blush. “Oh yeah, sorry. Mom, this is Karen. She’s in our class at school.” His mom came over and shook the girls hand. “Karen huh? Nice name. My name is Karen too.” Karen could only nod her head, not believing the woman had said nothing about their nudity. Matt’s mom went into the kitchen, but stuck her head out of the door again, saying “Oh, Matt. Your Aunt Patty and cousins are coming over for a while tomorrow. Can you grab the extra folding chairs out of the garage at some point tonight?” “Sure mom.” Matt’s two cousins, Mary, who was 15, and Beth, 13, would make great test subjects for what he had thought of. “Ok, you girls don't move from there. I need to talk with my mom.” He went into the kitchen seeing his mom facing away from him. He turned on the COM option and she froze in place in front of the sink. “Mom, you will follow all commands I give you.” he said, effectively giving him authority over the household. Next he said “You will enforce any rules I make. You will not say I made the rules, but take credit for them yourself.” He couldn’t think of any more commands for her right now and shut off the COM option, ready to see if she would really go along with the rule he was about to make. “Hey mom?” His mom looked over her shoulder, still washing the dishes in the sink. “Yes honey?” “I think we should have a new rule in this house. From now on all girls will go naked here. Ok?” “Ok. If you think that’s best.” His mom didn’t seem happy about it, but didn’t turn around and just continued to wash the dishes. He went over to the garage, grabbing the folding chairs and brought them in, leaving them in the foyer near the garage door. He went back to check on his friends, finding his sister now chatting with them. “Oh yeah, I’m totally a nudist now. At least at home. I don’t know if I could do it anywhere else. I think it's awesome you have joined me though. Thanks.” Karen and Jenny were both blushing as the younger girl chatted with them. For Jenny, it was because she knew the real reason for Cindy being a nudist, and her own nudity. For Karen, it was mostly because she couldn’t help but notice that her and Cindy had very similar bodies. She even thought the 11 year old girl might have slightly bigger breasts then her own. She also kept getting glimpses of her little slit as the girl moved around animatedly talking to them, sitting in one of the chairs. Karen couldn’t help but enjoy it, thinking the girl was quite cute. “Yeah, I think both of them were really inspired by you, Cindy. Right girls?” Matt said, grinning at the three naked girls. "Uh, yeah.” Karen said. “Yes.” Jenny answered. Both girls were not sure what else to say. Jenny gave him a small smile while shaking her head and rolling her eyes a little. “You girls staying over for dinner?” Matt’s mom stuck her head out of the kitchen door again. Jenny looked over at Matt, seeing his smiling face, and answered. “Yes, Mrs. Stevens.” "Good. Matt, can I see you in the kitchen for a minute?" Uh oh. This couldn't be good. Maybe the command hadn’t worked, and his mom wouldn’t enforce his rules. He went in after her, and she waited until the door was closed before she spoke. "So I just wanted to clarify. Did you mean just the girls? Or me too? Going naked I mean." She couldn't help but blush at thinking about going naked in front of her son. Matt couldn’t help chuckling a little. "Well, just the girls, mom." He had not expected that, and considered it for a moment, but decided to leave it for now. It could make things easier to explain. Oh well. He could always order her to do it later. Matt turned and went back to his living room with the naked girls. They all waited in the living room, Matt enjoying the view, mostly of Jenny, but checking out his other classmate and his sister every so often. Their mother called “Dinner is ready!” from the kitchen and Matt and Cindy got up to go eat. Cindy had already gone into the kitchen, when Jenny called out to him. “Matt! Wait!” He turned back, finding both girls still sitting in the same spot. “You told us we couldn’t move. Remember?” Matt figured he needed to be more careful with what he said to them. “Oh, sorry girls. Come into the kitchen with me. Have some dinner.” Both girls got up, with Jenny quickly saying before they went into the kitchen, “Matt, I really have to pee. Please let me go first.” Matt considered it for a moment, but thought it would be funny to make her hold it for a little while, especially after what she had put Karen through outside. They all made their way into the kitchen, with Jenny wiggling around a little trying to hold her bladder. Matt took his normal place at the table, calling over to Jenny, “Sit here next to me, Jenny.” It was the place she would normally sit if she was over, and she was compelled to follow his orders, so she sat down, Karen taking the spot next to Cindy across from her. Matt’s mom brought the food to the table, meat and potatoes, and they all started eating. Jenny was wiggling in her seat, trying really hard not to pee herself. “Jenny, are you alright?” Matt’s mom asked. Matt spoke up “Oh, I think she’s still getting used to being naked here.” and grinned at her. His mom smiled at her, saying, “Don’t worry, Jenny. I don’t mind, and I don’t think anyone else here minds either.” Jenny just kept wiggling around, even shivering every so often. Matt was really enjoying teasing her like this, and reached over, tickling her side a little. Jenny let out a giggle, saying “Please let me use the bathroom.” Matt tickled her side a little more. Jenny was trying with all her might not to release her bladder. “Matt, stop teasing the poor girl. You may go to the bathroom, Jenny.” his mom said. Jenny looked over at Matt, pleading with her eyes. She couldn’t go unless he said. “Yeah, go ahead, Jenny.” Apparently he didn’t need to be specific with orders. Jenny rushed from the table into the closest bathroom, near the living room. She couldn’t even shut the door, needing to pee so bad, just sitting down on the toilet, releasing her bladder. In the kitchen, they were all able to hear the splash hitting the water, with Cindy letting out a little giggle. No one else said anything about it, and in a minute Jenny was back in the room, finishing her dinner. The teens all went up to Matt’s room after dinner. “That was so mean.” Jenny said to Matt when the three were alone. “I can’t believe you did that to me. I almost peed all over your kitchen floor!” Matt could only chuckle again. He even reached over and tickled the same side of Jenny’s tummy, making her let out a laugh. “Well serves you right.” Karen said to the blonde girl. “I actually peed in front of those boys earlier. Remember?” “Sorry Karen. I didn’t know that would happen. I was just...” She didn’t know what to say. “Well, I think you owe me.” Karen eyed her up and down. Jenny figured she wanted an apology, so started to say, “I’m really sorry, Karen. I...” but Karen stopped her. Placing her finger up to Jenny’s lips. “You owe me some more of what you gave me downstairs.” Jenny could only look at her with wide eyes, but she was still under the command of the gay girl, so pressed her body against Karen's, kissing her with all the passion she had. Matt was more than happy to get another show, sitting down in his desk chair. He watched as both girls got onto his bed. Still making out. Jenny reached down, playing with the girls pussy, and moved her mouth onto one of her little hard nipples. Then she moved her head downward, dipping her tongue into the girls waiting pussy. Karen was in heaven again. If she got to keep control of this blonde girl, she could put up with the rest of Matt’s orders. Bucking her hips up and down, Karen was soon cuming again, letting out a loud scream. She resisted telling Jenny to stop though, now knowing she could enjoy much more if she could hold out. Matt’s mom came over opening the door at that point, looking with wide eyes at the scene before her. “Mom, don’t worry about it.” Matt told her, before she could even say anything. She shut the door, going back to her own room. Karen had cum four or five times now and could take no more, but out of breath, couldn’t say anything. She again tried pushing Jenny off, but she was too weak, especially at that point. Jenny just kept lapping and sucking at the girls clit. It was too much, Karen not being able to take it anymore, came one more time, letting out a loud moan, before passing out. Matt noticed almost immediately and said “Jenny! Stop!” Jenny immediately stopped licking the passed out girls pussy, just staying there. “Get up, Jenny.” He came over to check on Karen once she was out of the way. Karen started to stir, letting out quiet little moans. Matt turned back to Jenny, who was looking down at the ground. She was really worried about Karen now. ”Jenny, from now on, you will only follow my orders.” Matt said, taking away Karen’s power over her. Karen was starting to come to, sitting up a little on the bed pillows. “I’m ok... Just, wow!” Karen had never felt anything like it. She wasn’t so worried about passing out. Ultimately the experience had been very enjoyable for her. “Don’t worry, Jenny. I’m fine. Just, can I have some water or something?” Jenny rushed down to the kitchen bringing back the water. Karen took little sips, with Jenny helping to hold the glass for her. “Well, I think that’s enough for today. You girls can go get dressed and go home if you want. Don’t ever tell anyone about what happened today.” Matt said, once Karen seemed to be fine. He was a little worried he had gone too far with both of them. He followed both girls down the stairs, finding Cindy on the couch watching TV again. The teen girls found there clothes were they had left them, getting dressed before saying goodbye to everyone. He was about to go back upstairs, when his mom came down carrying a piece of paper. She went over to the front door, tacking it up onto the wall next to it, then went back upstairs. Matt read the piece of paper. ‘All girls in this house must be NUDE.’ It was printed in big bold letters. Matt could only smile to himself. It would be very interesting when his aunt and cousins arrived tomorrow.

Tracey's Collar by Katie Smith Part 1 Tracey picked the collar up off the ground excitedly after having a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching her. She knew what the collar was of course, it was a slave collar and as Tracey held it in her hands she could see and feel that it was a good slave collar. It was a shiny silver colour, fairly narrow, made of steel with a sense of strength in it, she knew whoever wore this collar wouldn't be taking it off in a hurry! As she turned it round her heart leapt, the key was in it. Tracey had seen slave collars before of course, even touched and held them, but she'd never seen one with a key attached, the keys were always out of sight, in the control of a man. She knew that no slave owner would want his slave to see the key to her collar, after all the collar was supposed to symbolize permanency, how could that be achieved if the slave knew a key was readily available. Tracey knew that some collars were indeed permanent, once around a girls neck they were never coming off, but the one she now held had it's key intact. The collar was still a fine one, a strong one, one no girl could get off without the key, and Tracey had that. Quickly dropping the collar into her bag and covering it with her gloves Tracey hurried home anxious not to get caught with her new treasure, that could lead to all sorts of trouble! Slave collars had been introduced very soon after female slavery was legalised a few years earlier. Originally collars prime purpose was to show that a girl was a slave, they were mostly leather collars locked into place with a simple padlock and key. They had progressed a lot since the early days of slavery though. Now days nearly all slaves were kept naked, at all times of the day and night, whether inside or outside, in private or in public. A slave collar therefore was hardly needed to prove that a girl was a slave, her nakedness did that. So the collars took on a new purpose, one of punishment and obedience. Nearly all collars were now made of polished steel and set inside each collar were electrical wires which could carry an electric current, they were in affect shock collars. If you slave did not do as she was told you shocked her. It was the same principal of training a dog with a shock collar and it worked just as well on girls. The simple padlocks and keys were superseded by neat locks that were set into the steel itself so you could just push the two ends of the collar into place and once they snapped shut you couldn't even see the lock, just a smooth ring of solid steel. The lock was there of course, under the rim and keys were available to unlock the collar but very rarely used. The expensive collars were around £100.00 now days, often more expensive than the girl who's neck they were going round and the permanent collars were even more expensive, indeed Tracey knew that if anything happened to a slave and she was killed or destroyed her owner was more concerned in recovering the collar than he ever would be in the fate of the slave. Some of the collars also had chips in them now which gave information about the slave who was wearing it, like her owners name and address, the slaves barcode etc. some even had a tracking device in them so the slaves owner could see where she was at all times. Looking at the one Tracey had just found she wouldn't be surprised if it included all the extras which made it even more exciting that she'd found it! The bus ride home seemed to take an eternity although it only took the usual twenty minutes. Once home Tracey sat on her bed and making herself do it slowly she took the collar from her bag and laid it on her bed. It certainly was heavy she thought to herself and she knew without the key she would never be able to get it off, but she had the key didn't she. Picking it up she looked at where the key was fitted inside the lock and holding her breath she turned it slightly and almost jumped at the loud click as the collar sprang open a few inches. It worked, she had found a fully working slave collar! She knew of course what this was leading up to, her pussy knew it too as it was soaking wet and so quickly she stripped naked and stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom. She knew she was a good looking girl, a natural beauty people had always told her, she was short but perfectly proportioned with hardly an ounce of fat on her. She worked hard to keep her body in good shape and she knew she had done a good job. Her breasts were large and heavy looking on her slender frame, a DD cup but with no sign of sag at all, another fact she was proud of. She kept her pussy free of any hair, as did nearly all girls nowadays, and she couldn't resist touching it slightly to feel the wetness as she admired herself in the mirror. She knew she had many admirers, more than one of whom had wanted to enslave her but she had managed to escape that fate so far, more by luck than judgement. The government changed the laws regarding slavery almost every month, mostly to make it easier and easier to enslave girls and the Sun newspaper had printed a big story only last week saying that the percentage of girls between the ages of eighteen and thirty now officially registered as a slave had passed the fifty percent mark for the first time. Fifty one percent to be precise and the newspaper urged its readers to increase that figure even more. Tracey was a clever girl, she knew that life as a slave girl would not at all be like her many fantasies about the subject, and she had had lots of fantasies! Once a slave your owner could literally do whatever he liked to you, slaves had no human rights whatsoever and were considered either as work horses or sex toys. What's more the price of buying a slave was so low now that if you failed as either your owner would “dispose” of you and buy a new slave without a seconds thought. Tracey knew that if she was ever enslaved she would be bought as a sex toy and this had led to a lot of nights with her fingers buried between her legs as she worked herself into a frenzy thinking of that possibility, but she knew in the cold light of day life as a sex toy might not all be pleasurable! The fantasies never left her though and now she had the opportunity to take her fantasies one step further, into the real world, with her collar. Tracey saw naked slaves every day out in public, usually following their Masters but also out by themselves, shopping and running errands. It wasn't unusual to see slaves in a lot of places by themselves and as long as they had a reason to be there nobody really seemed to care. Of course they were all collared and so their Master could see where they were at any time using the tracking device and if the slave wandered off course or was taking to long to run the errand he could always use the shock function in her collar. There was never any real danger of the slave running off, the Zap App, as they now called them had a long range, a few miles, as did the tracking device so no slave was truly away from her Master, even if the allusion was there. Tracey's idea was simple, the urge to try being a slave was unbearable and so she was going to put the collar on and walk around in a public place as if she was a real slave, everybody would just see a naked collared girl, a slave. The idea had made Tracey cumm hard many times and now she had the chance to act on it. Resisting the urge to move her hands between her legs she picked up the heavy collar and after checking once more that the lock worked she pulled the key out and dropped it on the bed behind her and brought the collar up to her neck, biting her lip she placed it around her neck. Unbearably excited and unbearably wet she moved her hands to the back of the collar and pushed it shut, locking it with an audible click. She couldn't hold it any longer as she fell onto her bed, her hands diving their way down to her pussy as she frantically rubbed herself, orgasm after orgasm racking her body. She had no idea how many she had but it was enough to exhaust her and she laid on her bed for what seemed like an eternity trying to get her thoughts back. She had done it, she was now a collared girl and that meant only one thing, she was a slave! Getting unsteadily to her feet she looked at herself in the mirror once again, the sight that she saw was incredibly horny, naked but this time with the gleaming steel collar around her neck Tracey thought she looked even more beautiful. The tight was close, it didn't restrict her breathing but only just, as she tried she realised she couldn't move the collar around her neck at all it was that snuggly fitted. Just for the hell of it she tried to pull it open but that of course was completely futile, the collar gave not the tiniest indication that it was going to move, it was an immovable object locked around her slender neck, there for good, apart from the fact that she had the key. Looking behind her she panicked for a second as she couldn't see the small key on the bed but then she spied it and relaxed, she may of looked like a slave but all the time she had that key she was a free girl. She debated how long to keep the collar on, the room she was in was her home but it wasn't much of a home. It was basically one room with a bed and a few items of furniture. The house was a large old Victorian house split into a lot of rooms like Tracey's, a girl in each one. Tracey knew there were twelve girls living there and eight of them were slaves, owned by Mr Chambers the landlord who lived at the top of the house. She had no idea why he wanted 8 slaves but she could guess as he was an odious fat little creep! She also guessed that he needed at least some free girls to live there as they could pay rent which kept him afloat. There weren’t too many jobs nowadays that paid a wage to a girl, it was much cheaper for employers to buy a slave and get her to work for nothing and of course most employers did exactly that. The jobs that did pay a girl a wage paid a pittance and Tracey could afford the rent and some basic food and clothes and nothing else, every penny had to be counted and that's why she could only afford to live in such a grotty place with an even grottier landlord! She tried to keep her distance from Mr Chambers but he insisted that each of the free girls paid his rent in cash at his door and so once a week she had to climb the six staircases to his door and then put up with his crude and lewd remarks while she paid him. Quite often she would see through the open door one or two of his slaves taking part in some sexual activity while waiting for him to come back to them and Tracey shuddered each time. He often joked that once one of his existing slaves was disposed of he would enslave Tracey and she knew he could but she hoped the fact that she was paying him every month would stop him doing that but she had her doubts! She shook herself out of her daydreams as she realised that Mr Chambers would have a field day with her if he walked in right now and she was standing there naked and collared! So reluctantly she tried to unlock the collar. It was no easy feat! The lock was at the back of the collar and the key was tiny and Tracey had much trouble reaching behind herself and trying to insert the key into the lock. She knew of course that slaves were not supposed to unlock their own collars and it would have been easy for someone standing behind her to do it but for Tracey doing it herself it was extremely difficult. She dropped the key three times and was starting to panic wondering if she could ever unlock it when finally she felt the key slide into the lock and she turned it a quarter of an inch and the collar sprang open. It had taken her twenty minutes to unlock it and she hoped she would get quicker with practise as that was too long! There was one more problem to overcome with her plan of masquerading as a slave, having the collar was a major boost but she still needed a barcode! All slaves were barcoded on their right hip. It was a slightly outdated method of identification now as it was originally meant to make it easy to scan a girls details and to mark her as a slave. Nowadays the collars did all that anyway but the law stating that a slave had to be barcoded still applied. Luckily for Tracey it was not an insurmountable problem, she could buy a temporary barcode tattoo. Lots of shops sold them and you basically wet them onto your hip peeled off the transfer and hey presto you were barcoded. They only lasted three days or so and of course if anyone tried to scan it it wouldn't work but as most people scanned a slaves collar rather than the barcode it was a fun accessory for girls to wear to parties etc. Knowing that she was still dripping her wetness down her thighs Tracey hurriedly got dressed and left her house bound for the shop on the corner of the street. It was only a small shop and Tracey did not like the owner, an older Asian man called Ali who almost looked like a copy of Mr Chambers! He had Mr Chambers manners as well and had more than once joked to Tracey about enslaving her. Her luck was in today as the shop was being manned by one of his slaves, who of course was standing behind the counter completely naked apart from her collar which Tracey quickly saw was not as nice as her own! Not seeing what she wanted she asked the slave if they had any of the transfers and the girl had said they didn't do them any more as they had a permanent laser gun to do the bar codes now! “So the barcode will be permanent then?” she asked. “Well yes, you'd be registered and everything, it only takes a minute, just give me your details and I can get you barcoded and on the registry in a few seconds.” the girl had smiled. Although Tracey was so turned on still it sounded like a tempting offer she managed to resist and as she turned to leave the slave called after her, “Wait a second, I might have a packet of transfers under here somewhere.” and Tracey saw her duck under the counter before she emerged a few seconds later triumphantly holding up a packet of the barcode transfers. “You realise these are just dummy ones though, you won't be properly coded or registered don't you?” “Yes that's fine thanks”. Tracey said excitedly almost snatching the packet out of the girls hand. “Well come back any time, I'll do it properly for you any time.” the girl smiled as Tracey almost ran out of the shop. Back home she again stripped naked and read the instructions on the packet avidly before following it's easy instructions and a minute or so later she had a realistic looking barcode on her right hip. She knew it was a fake of course but nobody else would, it looked as real as a real one, she just had to make sure nobody tried to scan it! Unable to resist you picked up the collar again and locked it around her neck. This time when she looked at herself in the mirror she almost feinted with excitement, there she was, a naked slave staring back at her, collared and barcoded, everybody would see her as just another slave, a sex toy with no human rights whatsoever, a toy to be used and thrown away when no longer wanted. Nothing more than a piece of meat. Once again Tracey found herself laying on her bed bringing herself to multiple orgasm until she fell asleep, completely exhausted. She was woken with a start by heavy knocking at her door. As she woke she realised she still had the collar on, if anyone came in now they would see her collared and coded, and naked! Rushing to the door she managed to push the bolt across just as the handle was turned and someone tried to open the door. “Tracey,” she heard Mr Chambers shouting, “get your arse upstairs now, I have a job for you.” She really was panicking now, she had no doubt Mr Chambers would take full advantage if he saw her in this state! “Won't be a minute.” she managed to squeak just loud enough for him to hear. “It better not girl, get up to mine fast.” he shouted back and Tracey was relieved to hear him moving back along the corridor and up the stairs. How could she be so stupid! She had been seconds away from being a slave for real! She knew her landlord would have had no hesitation in enslaving her for real once he saw she'd been collared! Knowing she was against time she struggled once again with the key trying to unlock the collar and eventually she managed it after fifteen minutes! She knew he would be fuming by now at having to wait that long but she quickly threw on some clothes and literally ran up the stairs to his flat. On knocking on his door she was greeted by the usual waft of stale smoke and dirty clothes as he looked her up and down before saying, “What took you so long girl? I want you to go down to the shops and buy me a whip or a riding crop, one of my bitches needs punishing, okay?” Tracey was just relieved to be able to get out of there for a while so she quickly nodded and left the house with his words ringing in her ears, “Make sure you get a good sturdy one, I intend to whip the shit out of her so if it's no good I will use it on you to.” Tracey wondered sometimes if Mr Chambers even realised she was actually a free girl at all! A week later Tracey sat on her bed, today was the day, she was finally going to realise her fantasy and go out in public and be seen as a slave, albeit for only a short time. She had planned this meticulously and she was sure nothing could go wrong, well as sure as she could be. Three days ago she had caught the bus to Eastfield, she had realised early on that there was no way she could wander around her home town naked collared and barcoded, the risks of someone seeing her would be too high. Eastfield was ten miles away, not a huge distance but hopefully far enough away not to risk bumping into someone she knew on every corner. The bus ride had taken thirty minutes and there had been two naked slaves standing in the isles for the whole trip. Their owners were sitting in seats while the girls stood, Tracey knew slaves were not allowed to sit down on public transport, she wasn't sure though if they were allowed to take public transport if they were unaccompanied. She did wonder if she might of read up on exactly what slaves were allowed to do in public but it was too late now, if she had any doubts she simply wouldn't do it! Once she had got off at the bus station in Eastfield she already knew roughly where she was going, leading away from the town centre was a path that led to a large park, at the far end of the park was a small toilet block, men and women’s and that was where she was going. Her plan was simple, once inside a toilet cubicle she was would undress and once naked she would put all her clothes into a plastic bag and tape the bag behind the water cistern. Before doing that she would take her collar out of the same bag and lock it around her neck. She would then tape the small key to the main pipe in the toilet and that would be it, she would then brazen it out and go for a walk as naked as the day she was born in public for as long as she could dare. Once she was ready she would go back to the toilet, retrieve her clothes and the key, unlock herself and get dressed and walk back outside as a free woman. What could go wrong? She had found the toilet block easily enough but she didn't like the look of it, the mens half appeared to be gleaming and clean from what she could see but the womens half was dirty and run down. Not too mention that two tramps appeared to have set up temporary home in the entrance! They were even dirtier than the toilets and Tracey had to quickly skirt past them as she entered. Picking the far cubicle she went inside it and looked around, it was disgustingly dirty but she could see it had what she wanted, an old style cistern set high up which it would be easy to hide her bag of clothes behind. As she had left she passed the sitting tramps in the doorway and to her horror one of them grabbed her ankle and cackled at her, “Hey girl are you a slave?” For a second she didn't know what to say to him, had he been reading her mind, did he know what she was planning? That was silly of course and as she tried to skae her ankle free of his grip she squealed at him that she was not a slave with as much indingation as she could muster. “We should take her down that place on West Street then, they pay money for anyone bringing new girls in.” the other tramp wheezed. “I know, I took one down there last week, I got ten quid for her.” the first tramp laughed tightening his grip on Tracey's ankle. “Well let's go then, buy some wine with that.” the second tramp said starting to get up on unsteady feet. As the first tramp started to get up himself he had to loosen his grip on Tracey and she knew it was now or never so she swiftly kicked her foot free from his grasp and ran as fast as she could away from there. She heard a few angry shouts behind her but the tramps were in no shape to run after a fit young girl and Tracey knew she was safe after only a few seconds. It had been dangerous for a while though, she knew she didn't want to be enslaved by two old tramps by accident almost but on the other hand the thought of being enslaved for a couple of bottles of wine was submissively exciting! Looking at herself in the mirror Tracey checked everything one last time, she was wearing a simple knee length summer dress, quite flimsy but she knew she had to scrunch it up into a plastic bag. She had decided not to wear any underwear, it would just be a hindrance really and anyway it felt sexy to be without underwear in such a skimpy dress. She could see that it was obvious that she was braless, her heavy breasts swaying under the dress with every movement she made, but that was sexy to. Lifting the dress she looked at the fake barcode on her hip, she had put a new one on yesterday and it looked as real as ever. Finally she picked up the collar and key and dropped it into the bag along with some tape. She knew of course it would be hard to explain if she got caught carrying a slave collar around with her but she would have to risk that. With a final smile to herself in the mirror she opened her door and stepped out into a brave new world! Sitting on the bus she had to keep squeezing her legs together to try and ease her excitement. On her last trip to Eastfield she had counted the slaves she saw in town, it was easy as they were all naked! She had stopped counting the accompanied ones after one hundred but she had counted thirty five unaccompanied ones in an hour. That was good news for Tracey as it meant she wouldn't stand out too much. She knew she wouldn't be able to just walk around aimlessly, that might attract attention, she had to look as if she was on an errand for her Master and nothing else. A stop or two from the town centre she saw a naked slave get onto the bus and present her hip to a scanner near the driver so that it could read her barcode. Slaves always got free public transport because they obviously didn't have any money but they had to have their barcode scanned as they got on. Tracey knew this wouldn't work for her as the scanner wouldn't be able to read her barcode but she had no plans to catch a bus as a slave anyway. Finally the bus reached its destination and Tracey got off at the Eastfield bus station still dripping with excitement. The town was pretty busy as it was market day and as she started walking towards the park she could hardly contain herself knowing that she would soon be walking naked amongst these people. As she reached the park the amount of people thinned out then the toilet block was in sight. She hoped that the two tramps had gone, she had only just got away from them last time and she didn't want to risk any trouble with them again. To her relief there was no sign of them as she approached the ladies toilet entrance and she almost ran inside. If anything the place seemed dirtier than last time which was some feat! She entered the last cubicle again and shut the door behind her. Taking a deep breath she reached down and pulled her dress up over her head and completely off in one quick motion. Just the fact that she was now standing naked in the dirty toilet cubicle was almost enough to make her cum but she pulled herself together and putting the toilet seat down she placed her dress on it and took the collar out of the bag. She knew this was the point of no return and lifting the collar up to her neck she placed it in position and pushed it shy until she heard the lock click. She was now naked and collared! It was one thing to do it in the privacy of her own bedroom but to do it in a semi public place was unbelievably horny. She knew she couldn't yet be seen by anyone but she also knew anyone could come in and interrupt her, maybe even see her and that was unbelievably exciting and this time she couldn't stop herself frantically rubbing herself until she had cum at least four times. Quickly she pushed her dress and shoes into the bag and using the tape she hid it behind the toilet cistern as high up as she could. As she looked at it she was satisfied that unless anyone was looking for it nobody would see the bag with a casual visit to the cubicle. Then reaching up behind herself to the collar she pulled the small key out and quickly taped it to the back of the pipe leading to the cistern. She had thought about putting the key in the bag with her dress but it was so small it may well get lost and also if anyone did find her dress they would then have the key as well! This was it now, she was naked, collared and barcoded, it was time to go out in public as a slave. She was scared and excited at the same time as she unlocked the cubicle door and stepped outside. Luckily again there was no sign of the tramps at the toilet entrance and so taking a deep breath she walked out into the bright sunshine as naked as the day she was born. She quickly walked away from the toilet block and started walking up the park towards the town centre. She almost bottled it when she saw the first person walking towards her, an oldish man who apart from an appreciative look said nothing as he passed Tracey. All of a sudden she was at the centre and surrounded by fully clothed people going about their business while she walked naked amongst them. She wasn't the only naked girl there of course, there were other slaves around but Tracey was finding it hard to stop cumming as she saw all these people around her, some looked lustfully at her, some hardly looked at her at all, but everybody looked at her as if she was just another slave. Realising she was dawdling she started walking faster and with a purpose although of course her main purpose had already been achieved. The feeling of the cool air on her naked body felt so strange out in public like this, she had never even been topless on the beach and now she was walking down a busy high street naked. She didn't go into any of the shops, she had no money and she thought if she just went in and browsed someone might get suspicious and so she literally walked up and down the high street three times and then headed back to the toilet block where she spent a few minutes relieving the unbearable tension between her legs. To her relief everything was where she'd left it and she retried the key first and after six minutes managed to unlock the collar. In some ways she was glad to get it off, it designated her as a slave of course but it was also heavy, she had no idea how real slaves wore them 24 hours a day! Once dressed and collarless she left the toilet, this time back as a free girl and walked back to the bus station wondering if any of the people she passed had quite probably seen her naked a few minutes earlier. The whole thing had been incredibly exhilarating and she knew she had to do it again! She had actually been a slave for less than an hour but she knew she had to do it again! A week later she found herself on the bus clutching her plastic bag with her collar inside. This time she had some money on her, a twenty pound note, a lot of money to Tracey but it was worth it because this time she was going to go into a shop as a slave. As before the tramps were not at the toilet and she was beginning to think they may have been moved on, or the ladies toilets were even to much of a dump for them! She stripped naked and taped up the bag containing her clothes and shoes followed by the key and snapping the collar around her neck she once again stepped out in public as naked as the day she was born. This time she was more confident and as she walked through the park towards the town she almost beamed as she passed admiring people, people who probably would love to have her as their personal slave, to do with as they pleased, however extreme and perverted! Her breasts bounced as she walked and her hair flowed and she knew she was attracting a lot of lustful looks, perhaps too many as a young man and girl suddenly stopped her. Tracey almost panicked, she wasn't supposed to be stopped and have to talk to people as a slave, and naked! The man must have been around eighteen and the girl with him maybe a year younger, the girl was fully dressed and therefore not a slave and both were looking at Tracey, greedily drinking in her nakedness. All of a sudden Tracey felt hideously embarrassed and unsure, it was one thing to be strolling through a park with a purpose and to wear your nudity as a uniform, but now stopped in front of these two free people she felt like what she was, a very embarrassed naked girl! “Stand still slave, I'm going to scan your collar.” the young man said and Tracey did as she was told as she watched him raise his right hand and point a small device at her collar, hearing it ping. Tracey was scared now, she had no idea what that ping meant, was she about to be exposed as a fraud, a fake slave, what happened to fake slaves anyway, were they automatically enslaved? To her relief though the man seemed satisfied with the reading his scanner was giving him, “Says it's some guy over by Westfield.” he said to his girlfriend who giggled, “Has it got his number, we can ring him see if he wants to sell her.” “No just an address.” the man said before looking at Tracey, “What are you doing here slave?” For a second Tracey was unsure on what to do, she wasn't one hundred percent sure slaves were even supposed to talk in public, on the other hand he had asked her a direct question so keeping her eyes lowered she explained that her Master had sent her into town to get some shopping. “All the way to Eastfield for some shopping? There's something fishy going on here.” the girl sneered. “Well slave, why has he sent you here?” the man asked. “I never question my Masters orders.” Tracey said quickly and to her relief the man seemed to accept that as an answer, she was a slave, she would never question an order. “Let's just take her anyway, she's the cutest one we've seen, “ the girl giggled before stepping up close to Tracey and suddenly reaching forward and cupping both her breasts squeezing them roughly as she offered them up to her boyfriend,” think of the fun you could have with these.” she laughed. To Tracey's immense relief the man laughed and then slapped the girls hands away from Tracey's reddening breasts, “Yeah she's a cutie but she belongs to someone else, let's just find another one.” and with a pout the girl followed him away leaving Tracey shaking as she stood there. She decided that was enough excitement for the day and walked park through the park, this time nowhere near as confidently as she had a few minutes earlier. Once again everything was where it should be and she got dressed and took her collar off before walking back to the bus station. She was earlier than she'd expected and had a longish wait for the bus home and as she sat in the bus station she noticed three rails about waist high dotted around the area, almost like bike stands but at each rail, tethered by a leash was a slave. Naked of course, some slightly stooped depending on how low her Master had tethered her collar to the rail. Tracey counted eleven slaves tied to the rails and as she watched she saw a man come up and untie a slave and lead her away. A old man had sat down beside Tracey and saw where she was looking and laughed, “The rails are new in case your wondering,a lot of the men leave their girls here now if they don't want to drag them around the town, a lot of the shops are not allowing slaves in now.” “Why not?” Tracey asked timidly. “it's not right, slaves have no business being in a shop, they're not allowed to buy anything anyway so they get tied up at the rail now just like a dog.” he laughed. Tracey clutched her £20 note hard thinking maybe she'd had a lucky escape by not trying to spend it as a slave! “Your a pretty young girl, why aren’t you over there with them then?” the man laughed nodding at the slave girls. Not knowing what to say Tracey just sat there blushing a deep red much to the man's amusement, “Maybe I should take you down to the nearest processing centre, get you all registered properly and take you home for some fun, I bet you'd like that!” he cackled. Tracey couldn't think of anything less she would like but she forced a weak smile at him hoping he would go away and leave her alone. In one way being naked and collared had protected her, that young couple had left her alone once they'd realised she was a real slave owned by someone, or at least that's what they thought. Now though sitting on the bench dressed and free she had no real protection, the old man was right, he could simply walk her down to the slave centre and make her his property. “Oh yes I could have a lot of fun with a pretty one like you.” he laughed and casually reached out and squeezed her left breast. To her immense relief at that moment her bus came in and standing quickly so he had to release his grip on her she mumbled an apology and got on the bus hoping against hope that he wouldn't follow her. Her luck was in as he remained on the bench looking at the bus probably wondering if it was worth making a fuss and getting on board to try and pull Tracey off but instead he just sat there and watched as Tracey's bus pulled away. That outing had been as exciting as the first but also more dangerous! The young couple had tried to get hold of her and the old man at the bus station. She knew as a slave she had no rights whatsoever and if either the young couple or the old man and told her to go with them she really would have had no choice but to do as she was told. She knew that naked and collared she could hardly of tried to explain her posotion without being laughed at. She also did not know what the penalty was for impersonating a slave but she guessed it was probably compulsory enslavement anyway! Dangerous though her second trip had been she knew there had to be a third trip, she couldn't resist it. The danger of the last trip out had raised the excitement level an extra notch and Tracey, and her pussy, had no choice but to enter the world of slavery another time. When she had got off the bus this time she counted another two slave rails and a total of twenty slaves tied to them, she also noticed that almost each slave was bent over double, it seemed tying their collar as close to the rail as possible was now the norm meaning each girl had to bent forard so that her neck was almost on the rail. This had the effect of raising the girls bottom in the air and also letting her breasts hang loose below her, a pleasing sight for all the men passing by! Once again the toilet block was empty, she was beginning to think she was the only girl using it! Clothes and key taped away and naked and collared she had walked out of the block and right into trouble, the tramps were back! This time there was three of them and they saw the naked Tracey immediately and almost as immediately they took advantage of the situation. She was quickly pushed back into the block and although she struggled she was no match for the three of them and roughly she was pushed onto the dirty floor and one man was between her legs while another was pushing his unwashed cock into her mouth. The taste was awful and she tried not to imagine any of the horrible diseases he may have, probably had while he thrust his cock deep into her mouth, the same as the other was doing deep into her pussy. The third man was standing above them laughing and cheering them on as the rape continued. She twisted and writhed under the man but too no good and as he started to slap her face to quieten her down she suddenly felt him shoot his horrible cum deep inside her. This was swiftly followed by the man at her head who shot his foul smelling cum down her throat as he held her head still. Disgusted and beaten Tracey just laid there as the laughing men got up and the third man suddenly stood over her and pulled her arm and side until she was suddenly flipped over onto her front. She heard the sound of a zip being pulled down and the other two laughing but even then she didn't realise what he had in mind until the felt the end of his cock pressing against her little bum hole. “No! Please.” she managed to scream but it was no good and she screamed again as he forced his penis deep inside her bum. He seemed to last for ages inside her, each thrust shot blasts of pain down her body as she pressed her face hard against the grimy floor with her eyes closed just wishing it would all end. It did a few minutes later when he shot his load up inside her bottom making her shudder with disgust and humiliation. As she lay there thinking the degradation couldn't get any worse the men laughed as they flipped her over again so she was laying on her back and all three proceeded to piss all over her making her gasp in horror which only mean she got more than one mouthful of rancid piss. Finally sated she heard one of the men ask what they were going to do with her. “Nothing, she's a slave already so just leave her be, she will go home to her Master and that’s that.” One of the men laughed. “Yeah shame she's not a free girl, I could have had a lot of fun fucking her up.” one of the men laughed and then to Tracey's horror she saw one of the men go into the cubicle she'd hidden her clothes in. If he found them God knows what would happen but to her relief he came out a few seconds later snarling, “No toilet paper, was going to wipe my cock clean, fuck knows what diseases this bitch has.” Then they were gone, leaving Tracey a dirty mess on the floor. All she could do was cry for a few minutes. She hurt all over and she hated to think what vileness was now swimming around inside her. Finally raising to her feet she attempted to clean herself up as much as possible at the sink. She'd had enough of trying out a slaves life that day and retrieved her dress and slipped it on. Getting the collar unlocked was a different affair, after twenty minutes she still hadn't managed to unlock it, her hands were still shaking so much, she'd even dropped the key on the floor twice. She had half debated trying to get home dressed but with the collar on but she knew that would draw unwanted attention immediately. Finally after thirty five minutes she heard the collar click as it unlocked and almost crying with relief she pulled it off. Hoping against hope she exited the toilet block, once more a free woman but knowing that if the tramps were still there and saw her God knows what they would do to her. Luckily they seemed to have their fun and moved on and so she quickly walked through the park and caught the bus home. This pretending to be a slave game was getting very hard to play! Nevertheless she only last two weeks before she had to try it again. This time though she thoroughly checked the area around the toilet block, waiting at least twenty minutes before feeling that the area was safe and even then she breathed a sigh of relief when she stepped inside and saw that it was empty. She quickly undressed and collared herself before taping up her clothes and key in the usual place and checking first she quickly exited the building naked and started walking towards the town. To her relief, and maybe slight disappointment, she spent forty minutes walking the streets of the town naked and excited. She was drawing the usual appreciative looks but apart from two teenage boys who thought it was great fun to follow her for a hundred yards slapping her bare bottom every step of the way she survived the trip unscathed. As she walked back and started to walk back to the toilets she noticed with some apprehension that there seemed to be a bit of a small crowd of people staring at the small building, along with a few men in high vis jackets. As the worried Tracey approached the group she saw with alarm that a JCB was a few feet away and as she got there she heard an old woman snap, “It's about time they pulled that eyesore down.” And as she said it Tracey almost screamed as she saw the arm of the JCB smash down against the toilet blocks wall reducing it to rubble instantly. All she could do was stand there and watch as the whole building was demolished right in front of her, her clothes and more importantly the key to her collar buried below the rubble. She was almost crying, what was she going to do now! Without the key she knew she was doomed to be a slave full time. Perhaps she could dig through the rubble later on if the site was empty and dark but she certainly couldn't do it while the twenty or so people were standing by. Her presence as a naked slave girl was already drawing attention and one woman haughtily said to her, “Have you no work to do slave, if I were you I'd set to whatever errand your Master sent you on or I will inform him of your tardiness.” With horror Tracey saw the woman start to take a scanner out of her bag and Tracey certainly did not want to be scanned and so with a slight nod of her head to the woman she quickly started walking away back towards the town. As she walked she hoped that the woman was not scanning her, she had no idea on the range of the scanners, but more importantly she hoped against hope that the pile of rubble would still be there when it got dark!

The Submissive Exhibitionist by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts. They will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 02 New school, new friend, new experiences ------------------------------------------------ The day that school started I went downstairs to kiss daddy goodbye then had my breakfast before showering and getting ready. I decided to eat my breakfast in the lounge and sat on the sofa eating. Looking out of the window I could see other kids on their way to school. They weren’t wearing the same uniform so I guessed that they went to a different school. The odd one or two looked over to our house and I watched as one boy stopped and pointed over to me. He must have said something to his mate because he too stopped and looked at me. My pussy started tingling and I felt a bit brave. Maybe it was because I hadn’t actually known that someone had seen me naked for a couple of weeks. Anyway, I stood up and turned to face the window. I stood there for a couple of seconds before turning and walking to the kitchen. I just knew that those boys had got a good look at my tiny tits, pussy and butt. I felt good as I did the washing-up and then went upstairs to get ready. I made myself cum while I was in the shower. In my bedroom I put a bra and some knickers on, something that I hadn’t done for 2 weeks, and I felt restricted. As I put my dress on I looked out of the window and saw the girl that I’d seen before. She was just putting a dress on and I smiled as I saw that it was the same as mine. She must go to the same school and I stared at her face to try to remember it when I got to school. I noted that she had a thong on, but not a bra. When I arrived at my new school I went to the office, explained my situation and gave them the forms that my old school had given me. After going away for a minute, the woman came back and said, “Yes Lucy, I’ve found the notification. You’ve been allocated to Mr Jones, class 9JO, room 53. Here’s a map of the school and your timetable, please make your way to your home room as quickly as you can.” I looked at the map and set off. I made it there just as the bell rang. I went to the front and stood by the teacher’s desk. When he finished talking to one of the boys he turned to me and said, “How may I help you?” I told him my name and that I’d just transferred there. He looked in a folder then said, “Ah yes, Lucy, I was expecting you. Please take a seat then come and see me at the end of the lesson.” I did and I did. Mr Jones asked me a few questions about the syllabus up to where he thought that I should be then told me that I wasn’t behind the others. He then looked at my timetable and told me how to get to my next class. In between classes a couple of girls said hello to me but we didn’t really have time to talk. At lunchtime I went to the canteen and got myself an apple and a drink. Then I went to a table and sat on my own. After a couple of minutes a girl came over and introduced herself. I looked up and she looked familiar. “Hi, I’m Danica, I’m in year 10 and I presume that this is your first day here. Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to the place and the people. I’ll introduce you to some of the other girls later.” “Thank you, I’m Lucy, and yes, me and my dad only moved here a couple of weeks ago.” “Have you just moved into Brisbane Street Lucy,” Danica asked, “somewhere around number 24?” “Number 26 actually, how did you know Danica?” “I live in Melbourne Street, that’s the street out the back of your house. I can see your house from my bedroom.” “Okay, so does that mean that you’ve seen me in my bedroom Danica? I think that I’ve seen you in your bedroom Danica.” “Probably Lucy. You walk around your house without any clothes on don’t you, and I’ve seen you bringing yourself off on your bed.” “I’m sorry Danica, I don’t mean to offend you.” “Oh you won’t Lucy, don’t you stop doing it, in fact I want you to bring yourself off every morning and every night just before you go to bed. You will do that for me won’t you?” “Yes Danica, I will.” “Good Lucy, now that we’ve got that sorted out I’m going to be your friend. I’m going to help you make yourself happy. You do want that don’t you Lucy?” “Yes Danica I do, but how are you going to do that?” “Well Lucy, we’ve already established that you like to get naked and be seen so I’m going to help you do that, I’m going to tell you when to take your clothes off and when to play with yourself.” “I, I don’t know what to say Danica, you’re not going to get me into any trouble are you?” “No no Lucy, don’t you worry your sweet little pussy about it, if I got you in any trouble I would loose my little plaything wouldn’t I?” I just sat there. What was happening to me? Why was this girl doing this to me? What was she going to make me do? Why was my pussy getting wet just thinking about it? “Earth to Lucy. Come on girl, wake up. Were you just creaming yourself thinking about what I might make you do? My my, you are a little gem aren’t you. Right, meet me at the school gates at the end of the day. You and me are going brother teasing.” “What? What do you mean Danica?” “Relax Lucy, I do it all the time. There’s no way that he’s going to tell anyone.” “But I.” …. I didn’t get the chance to finish my sentence, even if I’d known what I was going to say, because Danica got up and walked away. I sat and finished my apple worrying about what I’d got myself into. “Why had I started being naked at home? Why had I got the moving man to put my bed where he had? Why did I stand in my window with my bedroom light on?” I knew the answers of course, my pussy was telling me why, my knickers were getting very wet. So wet that I went to the girl’s toilet and took them off. I didn’t want an uncomfortable afternoon. When the final bell rang I slowly walked out of the building. As I approached the gate my pussy was tingling. Half of me was hoping that Danica wouldn’t be there and the other half really did want her to be there. She was there. Danica linked her arm to mine and we started walking towards our streets. “So Lucy, have you thought about what I said?” “Yes Danica.” “And did you get wet thinking about how much fun I can have with you?” “Yes Danica.” “Did it make you all wet?” “Yes Danica.” “How wet?” “VERY wet.” “You’ll have to show me.” “Yes Danica.” I stopped walking and got my knickers out of my bag. “Fucking hell Lucy. I wasn’t expecting that. When did you take them off?” “Straight after you talked to me at lunchtime.” “Fucking hell Lucy, you really do want this don’t you?” “Yes Danica.” We continued walking in silence until we got to Danica’s house. She got a key out of her bag and let us in. “Relax Lucy, mum and dad don’t get home for another couple of hours. I have to put up with that bloody brother of mine until they come home.” “How old is he?” “Noah is 15 and a real pain in the butt. It’s worse when he brings a mate or 2 around. They try to bully me into making some food for them and things like that but I never do, instead I’ll tease them and make them all horny.” “You flash your pussy to them Danica?” “And my tits. They may only be small but they like seeing them. They’ll like seeing yours as well Lucy.” “What? I can’t let them see my tits?” “Yes you can Lucy. How do you know that Noah hasn’t already seen them, and seen you bringing yourself off; I have.” Danica had got me there, maybe he had seen me. I felt my pussy tingle and get a little wetter. “Right Lucy, let’s get up to my room and get you naked.” “What? Why?” “Because I say so Lucy.” I followed Danica up to her room. When I walked in I went over to the window and looked out. There was only one house without curtains on a bedroom window. “Yes Lucy, the one without the curtains is where you put on your little shows.” “I, I, I’m sorry Danica, I shouldn’t do that.” “Yes you should Lucy. In fact you are going to increase the number of performances that you give each day. I’m going to workout a signaling system to tell you when to play with yourself. Needless to say you are going to be naked all the time that you’re in your room.” “What if my dad puts some curtains up?” “If he does you’ll just leave them open. Right Lucy, get naked.” I slowly unfastened the buttons on my dress and undid the belt. I pushed the shoulders off and my dress fell into a heap round my ankles. “You look just as good in the flesh Lucy, now the bra. And make sure that you keep your pussy bald Lucy; I don’t want anyone being unhappy because they can’t get a good look at your pussy.” I undid the bra and let it fall. I was gad to be out of it, it was digging into my ribs. “Cute, hard nipples Lucy. It’s difficult to see the details when you’re about 15 metres away from something that small.” “Are they small Danica?” I asked. “I’ve often wondered, Dad says that their quite normal but I don’t know. They do seem smaller than most girl’s ones at school.” “Relax Lucy, they look pretty average for a girl your age.” “Dad says that there’s no one that is average.” “He’s probably right Lucy.” “Right girl, you and me are going for a snack, come on.” I went to pick up my bra and dress but Danica stopped me, saying that I wouldn’t need them. Danica led me downstairs and to the fridge. Being naked in your own home is one thing, being naked in someone else’s house is something else, and I was both nervous, and excited. Danica poured us a drink and got us a banana each. “The things that I’ve done with one of those.” Danica said as he passed me a banana. “What do you mean Danica?” “I mean that I’ve stuck a banana in my pussy.” “You haven’t.” “I have, and a cucumber, that was better.” “Oh my gawd Danica, I’d never have thought of that.” By then most of my banana was either in my mouth or in my stomach. As I finished eating and drinking Danica said, “Come on Lucy, get up on the table and lay back.” “What, no, what are you going to do to me?” “Nothing Lucy, it’s what you are going to do to yourself. Stop messing and get up there.” I did, and lay back with my lower legs dangling off the end of the kitchen table. “Well done Lucy, now spread your legs and get rubbing, I want to see how you’re doing it, see if there’s anything that I can learn.” “No Danica, I won’t. You do it and I’ll watch you.” “Tell you what Lucy, I’ll go part way for now, I’ll take my dress off then when you’ve cum I’ll make myself cum and let you watch me cum.” That sounded fair so I started sliding my right hand down to my pussy. “Good girl. Now close your eyes and dream about the man that you’d most like to do that to you.” I did close my eyes and I dreamt about daddy doing it to me on the sofa. He’d got so close so many times but he just wouldn’t start rubbing me. It didn’t take long for me to cum and as I started to return to normal Danica said, “That’s good Lucy, keep your eyes shut and keep dreaming.” A few seconds later I realised that someone was stood at my head and bending over me. “What are you doing Danica, can I open my eyes yet?” “No Lucy, keep them closed. I suddenly realised that it wasn’t Danica leaning over me, I felt the material of a shirt, and Danica had taken her dress off. I opened my eyes just as the person grabbed my wrists and pulled them up, and over my head. I panicked a bit and tried to pull on my arms but they were firmly held. I tried to close my knees but something was in the way. Looking down to my legs I saw a boy standing between my legs. As I struggled he pressed down on my knees. I struggled a bit more, then gave up and looked around. Apart from the boys holding my knees and arms down, I saw Danica, she was stood there wearing only a see-through bra and a matching see-through thong; and she was grinning. On the other side of me was a boy, he looked to be a couple of years older than me and he had his phone in his hand. He was videoing me. I looked back to Danica and she said, “Lucy, the boy between your legs is my brother Noah, and the other 2 are his mates.” “Danica, please make them stop and let me go.” “No Lucy, I know that you are enjoying this.” “No I’m not.” “I think that you are, just look at your pussy, it’s starting to flood the kitchen.” “No it’s not, please tell them to stop it and let me go.” “No Lucy; guys, why don’t you touch her? She’s enjoying it too much and she isn’t going to tell anyone, are you Lucy?” “Yes, I’m going to tell my daddy.” “No you’re not Lucy, you’re enjoying this too much. “No I’m not.” “I think that you are Lucy.” I was silent, she was right. The boys at either end of my body started moving their hands around and within seconds both my pussy and my tits were being groped, it felt soo good. A finger rubbed my clit. “Don’t finger fuck her she’d still a virgin and she’s going to stay that way; understand” “Yeah, okay, for now anyway.” Noah replied. I was in heaven and before long I was cumming again. As I started to calm down I looked over to Danica, her legs were spread and her right hand was inside her thong. She too looked like she’d just cum. Then I looked the other way and saw that I was still being videoed. “Please can you stop that and delete it.” “No chance, Lucy isn’t it, this video is going on our PCs so that we can look at it any time that we want.” “You mean wank to it.” Danica said. “Don’t worry Lucy, they won’t put it on the internet. They’d get into more trouble than you would.” I felt a little happier, but I was still as horny as hell. The whole situation was way too exciting for me, way beyond anything that I could possibly dream of. After a few minutes Danica said, “Okay guys, that’s it for today, we don’t want to overwhelm poor Lucy too much this time.” “THIS time.” I thought, “does this mean that it’s going to happen again?” I hoped so. The 3 guys left the kitchen and Danica picked up her dress. As I got off the table I said, “Danica, I’ve got to go home, I’ve got to get my dad’s tea ready.” “Okay Lucy, I couldn’t possibly keep a cute little girl from her daddy, he might just want to fuck you.” As we walked upstairs to get my dress and my bag I thought, “I wish, it would be nice for daddy to fuck me.” As I put my dress on Danica said, “That was fun wasn’t it Lucy? We’ll have to do it again. You did enjoy it didn’t you?” “No I didn’t. ….. Well okay, yes I did. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before and it was such a turn on.” “So you want it to happen again?” “.………….. Yes, yes I do.” “I’ll see what I can organise for you. It’s nice to have someone like you as my friend.” “Me too.” As we walked to the front door Lucy added, “Lucy, every chance that you get, be in your bedroom naked, and wave to me, and Noah. We might not be there but when we are we’ll appreciate the view.” “What about the other houses, people might be watching me from those?” “Let them. It’ll be the same as your neighbours watching me.” “My neighbours watch you when you’re naked.” “Oh yes, and I put on a good show for them sometimes.” “Wow Danica, and you look so innocent.” “So do you Lucy.” I left then and walked home, it only took a couple of minutes. As soon as I’d shut the front door I ran upstairs and took my dress off. I hadn’t put my bra back on and when I took it and my knickers out of my bag I looked at them and thought, “Naw, that’s me done with undies.” and I dumped them in the rubbish bin. Then I remembered what Danica said about giving them a wave so I went and stood in the window and looked over to Danica’s house. I couldn’t see them but I still waved at them and blew a kiss over that way. Then I went downstairs and started the tea. When I heard the front door opening, I ran to daddy and jumped up onto him, wrapping my legs around him. “Daddy, daddy,” I said, “I’ve had an amazing day. I’ve already got a new friend and she lives in the next street. She’s soo cool. Oh sorry daddy, how was your day?” “That’s okay honey, I know how important today was to you. You go and sit down and I’ll finish the tea, you must be tired.” “I guess that I am.” I hadn’t thought about that before, but he was right, I was tired. I went and lay on the sofa with my head where daddy usually sits, and my legs towards the window. I let one leg slide off the sofa onto the floor. When I woke up daddy was standing over me. “Tea’s ready Lucy.” As I came round I realise 2 things. Firstly I’d been dreaming that Noah had fucked me, and secondly, the fingers on my right hand were playing with my pussy. “Oh, oh sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to be doing that.” “That’s okay honey, we all have needs, even if we don’t realise it.” I blushed and got to my feet. Daddy put his arm round my shoulder as we walked to the table. “Feel better after the nap Lucy?” “Yes, yes I do, thank you.” I replied, After tea I did the washing-up then told daddy that I was going to bed early. I went to sleep with my light on so that Danica would be able to see me sleeping – if she looked. My light was off when I woke up, daddy must have seen it and switched it off. The next morning I kept going to my window and waving, I didn’t see Danica or Noah, but another man in a different house waved back to me. I quickly backed away from the window. I again stood in front of the lounge window when I ate my cereals. I saw a man nearly fall off his bike when he saw me. When it came time to get ready for school I thought about my decision to not wear underwear again, and agreed that I had made the right decision. I’d just have to be a bit careful at school; or not. I was sure that Danica would have me flashing my tits and pussy to every boy in the school if she could. That sounded nice, but ……… I saw Danica at lunchtime but she didn’t invite me back to hers, she said that she had to go somewhere. That evening with daddy was back to normal. I managed to get my homework done before he got home so I was his for the evening. When I finished clearing up daddy was still upstairs so I went and lay on the sofa with my head to the window. When daddy joined me I bent my knees so that there was room for him to sit down. As time went on my knees slowly parted. I started talking to daddy, asking him about his job and the house. He had to keep turning to talk to me and quite a few times I caught him looking at my pussy. I wondered if he was liking what he saw. After a while I asked him if I could have a massage, and when he agreed I turned round and rested my head on his lap. When he lowered hid hand onto my waist I put my hand on his and slid both of them down to my pussy. I moaned when his hand met my pussy. That night was the first time that daddy relaxed and played with my pussy. It was not a positive or aggressive play, just slow, light, rhythmic circles. It took about 15 or 20 minutes, but he made me cum, moaning and shaking; and I made sure that he knew that he’d done it because I later said, “Thank you daddy, that was wonderful.” We sort of got into a routine after that night. With daddy playing with my pussy until I orgasmed most nights. Danica invited me round to her house at least once a week and each time she got me to strip and make myself cum in front of her brother and an ever changing selection of his friends. One time there was 5 older boys there watching and videoing me. I usually had to perform in their lounge so that the boys could sit on the sofa and comfy chairs to watch me. Twice, after I’d made myself cum in front of the boys Danica told me to make her cum with my mouth. I’d never done anything like that before and I told her that I couldn’t do it. She insisted and told me to do that I’d like her to do to me. It must have worked because Danica orgasmed while my face was pressing on her pussy. The boys seemed to like that. Every time I went to Danica’s house I told her that I wasn’t going to do anything sexual but I always ended up either just masturbating for the boys or making her cum as well. The thing is that each time that I left there I was happy and I couldn’t wait to go again. This went on until the end of term and the last time she told me that starting in September she’s going to get the boys to fuck me as well. Part of me is dreading it, and part of me is really looking forward to it. I invited Danica to come to my house after school a few times as well. Each time that she’s been here she’s stripped herself naked as well (I’d already told her that I’m naked at home just about all the time). The first couple of times that she came she got me to make myself cum in front of her, but all the times after that she’d make herself cum at the same time. Each time we did it it was later and later and I started getting scared that daddy would come home and catch us. The inevitable happened and daddy walked in just as we were both cumming. I apologised to daddy as Danica got dressed and afterwards I told daddy that I wouldn’t invite her any more. Daddy’s response surprised me when he said, “That’s okay Lucy, you are both young girls and you need to experiment. There’s nothing wrong with that. You can invite her again, and if you like you can invite her for a sleepover. It will be good watching the 2 of you enjoying yourselves and having fun. You spend too much time at home with just an old man. It can’t be much fun for you.” “Daddy, you’re not an old man. You’re my daddy and I love you. And you know how to make me happy.” I was referring to him making me cum most evenings but I didn’t actually say so. He didn’t appear to want to talk about it directly so I never actually say that he plays with my pussy and makes me cum. It works for us. The first time that Danica came for a sleepover was a Saturday and daddy was at home all weekend. Of course, I was naked all the time and as soon as Danica arrived she got naked as well. Danica got me to play with my pussy quite a lot that weekend, especially when we were in the lounge with daddy. After the first time that she got me to do it she did it as well. Poor daddy, he tried to ignore us and get on with the little house improvements that he wanted to do but he just couldn’t help himself and he watched us in silence. I wondered if he had a hard-on and I knew that we were being cruel to him. I decided that when Danica had left I was going to try to relief the frustration that he must have suffered. When Danica first went up to my bedroom she stood in front of my window and looked out for ages. She said that she wanted to see which of her neighbours were perving on me but I think that she just wanted to put herself on display for them. Not that I was complaining, I’ve done the same many times. We stood there together playing ‘spot the pervy neighbour’. That night she kept turning the light off for a while and looking to see who she could see. When I told her that she’s be able to see who was looking at us from the bathroom window if the light wasn’t on, she told me to keep the light on in my bedroom and to rub my pussy while I stood in front of the window. Twice she came from the bathroom to my bedroom door and told me that someone was watching and to rub faster. I did, and one time I orgasmed and nearly collapsed onto the floor. When Danica spotted Noah looking our way. She came and flashed the bedroom light on and off to attract his attention then when she was sure that he was looking she waved like mad. He had seen us and he waved back. Danica hadn’t told me to but my right hand was busy between my legs. I just hoped that he could see what I was doing. One time during the middle of the Sunday that Danica and I were stood in front of my bedroom widow, I looked down and saw daddy in our back garden. Danica saw him as well and she knocked on the window to attract his attention. It worked and when he looked up he could see all of our bodies above our mid thighs. Later, when Danica was in the bathroom, daddy told me that he’d move getting some curtains for my bedroom up his list of jobs to do. I just said, “Thank you daddy.” Danica stayed for Sunday lunch and it was a bit weird, but exciting, sat at the dining table and making polite conversation as we ate. Danica and I were sat on one side of the table and daddy on the other. I kept noticing that daddy’s eyes were looking at Danica’s tits and a couple of times daddy’s eyes opened wide and he gasped. Danica later denied it but I suspected that she had put her naked foot on his crotch and massaged his cock. I didn’t dare ask daddy if she’s done that. In a way I was glad when Danica left, she’d upset our routine and made me do things in front of my daddy that I would never have considered doing. When I started telling daddy that I wouldn’t invite her again he stopped me and told me that I could invite her any time that I wanted. I’m not too sure that I was happy with that. Okay, Danica is my friend and I like being with her but she tells me to do things that I would never even think about doing on my own. Things that are way too embarrassing and things that could get me into serious trouble. How could I face my daddy if she got me arrested for being naked in public? Something that I think she would like me to do but something that I would never do. Those thoughts both horrify and excite me. Part of me is very confused. That evening I cuddled up to daddy on the sofa and asked him to give me a massage to relax me. I didn’t dare tell him how confused my brain was but he just knew that there was something wrong and he gave me a long massage, back, legs and then my front. My mind got totally distracted when he massaged my tiny tits and he moved down to my pussy. He brought me to a really intense orgasm and I screamed ‘yes, yes, yes’ as my little body jerked and spasmed right there on the sofa in full view of anyone who may have been passing. Daddy held his hand on my pussy until my breathing was back to normal then he said, “Was that good for you honey? Did that put your problems into context?” “Yes daddy, the things that have been bothering me are just not important any more. You have a magic way of getting me to relax. I love you daddy.” “And I love you too Lucy.” Daddy then pressed his finger on my hole entrance before removing his hand from my pussy. A contented 13 year old girl lay there with her head on her daddy’s lap, his hand on her bare stomach, her knees open and her naked body on display for anyone who cared to look. We didn’t have another sleepover until school ended for the summer, but I’ll tell you about that later. What I haven’t talked about is me going to school in my mid-thigh length dresses without any underwear. The reason for that is that for 99% of the time I just didn’t think about being underwear-less. I never went out of my way to flash my pussy to anyone but accidents do happen. The thing is that no one every said that they’d been able to see my pussy so I was never embarrassed. Danica talked about it one lunchtime towards the end of the term. She told me that she was underwear-less as well and that I should let the boys know that I was. When I told her that I couldn’t do that she told me that she would tell them. I begged her not to, but at the same time I wanted her to. When I thought about it I came to the conclusion that I wanted the boys to look up my dress and see my pussy. I decided to be a little less caution, not crossing me legs when I normally do. I still didn’t get any indication that someone had seen my pussy. I also wondered if I would grow any taller which would make my dresses shorter. The only time that I was a little worried about being knickerless was when we had PE. Girls are given the option of shorts or skirts and daddy bought me a couple of PE skirts. Most of the time it wasn’t a problem and I didn’t care if another girl saw that I wore nothing under my PE skirts, I wasn’t the only one, but sometimes we were playing sports with the boys close by. It was those times that I was more cautious, trying not to flash the boys but I was and wasn’t being cautious, half of my brain was and the other half wasn’t. I remember doing a few things that could easily have resulted (and did sometimes) in me ending up on the ground with my skirt up round my waist or with my legs wide open. Whenever it did happen I always quickly got up, blushing like hell and not looking to see if anyone had seen me; and feeling a little excited. The school summer holidays were coming up soon and Danica told me that she had lots of plans for me and for both of us. When I asked her what she meant she just told me, “Don’t worry love, I won’t get you to do anything that you REALLY don’t want to do but I don’t think that there will be much that you won’t love doing.” I wasn’t too happy about her reply and I was a bit worried, but my pussy had started to tingle. On the subject of holidays, Daddy was full of apologies when he told me that he couldn’t afford for us to go on a proper holiday but he did promise to take me somewhere for a short break. He asked me where I wanted to go and he only place that I could think of was London. He said that he’d try and organise it. He also told me that Danica was welcome to come round, and even sleepover, as much as I wanted. When I thought about it I did and didn’t want her over. I thought about the chaos that she’d brought and how she’d teased my daddy; but I also thought about how she’d exposed me and how good it had felt. Danica mentioned sleepovers one lunchtime, telling me that her parents would be at work and that her brother and his mates would be at her house quite a lot. That both terrified and excited me. One more thing that terrified and excited me was that Danica asked me if I was on the pill. When I said that I wasn’t she said that I had to get on it. I asked her how I could do that and she told me to tell daddy that my period pains were really bad and that I needed to go and see the doctor. I did, and daddy quickly agreed saying that he didn’t want his darling daughter to suffer if it wasn’t necessary. He made an appointment. When I told Danica that I was going to see the doctor she primed me with questions and answers that would almost force the doctor to prescribe the pill. Two days later daddy came home from work early, and in the doctor’s waiting room I got a bit of a panic attack. I hadn’t been to see a doctor since I was a baby and didn’t know what to expect. Daddy asked if I wanted him to come in with me. I said that I did. The doctor was a youngish man and everything started going according to Danica’s plan. Talking to may dad he said that he thought that the best way to handle the problem was to prescribe the contraception pill. He said that it was excellent at reducing both period pains and the length of periods. He also said that it would be useful when I decided to become sexually active. When he said that last bit I jumped in and said, “I’m not sexually active and I have no plans to be so, I haven’t even got a boyfriend. I’m way too young for that sort of thing.” “Yes Lucy, I understand that but you will grow up and your plans will change. The contraceptive pill will make decisions easier for you when that time comes.” I couldn’t argue with that so I shut up. Still talking to my father, the doctor continued, “It’s standard procedure for a patient to have a full examination before the contraceptive pill is prescribed, and I see from Lucy’s notes that she hasn’t been to see a doctor since she was a baby. Will it be alright to examine her today?” “I guess so.” Daddy replied. “Lucy, what about you, are you okay with that?” The doctor finally spoke directly to me. “Err yea, I guess so.” I replied. I was a bit shocked, Danica had never said anything about being examined. The doctor then asked me if I’d prefer daddy to leave and for a nurse to come and ‘chaperone’ me. I wasn’t sure what that meant so I asked if daddy could stay. Daddy looked nearly as nervous as I did as the doctor continued and said, “Okay Lucy, if you’d like to go behind that screen and take all your clothes off then get up on the examination couch.” My eyes went wide open and I held my breath. For a second I wondered if I’d heard him right. Realising that I had, I slowly got up. As I did so that tingling started in my pussy. “No, no, not now.” I thought, but I had discovered months ago that I can’t control these things; like my nipples getting hard, they happen whenever they want. I think that I was supposed to actually go behind the screen but there was a chair at the end of it so I stood there, unbuttoned my dress and shrugged it off my shoulders. It puddled in a heap at my feet and I stepped out of it, bent at the waist and picked it up. I kicked off my shoes and turned round to see both daddy and the doctor looking at the naked me. I wanted to move my hands to cover my tits and pussy but something inside me was stopping my arms from moving. A few seconds later the doctor said, “Okay Lucy, I know that this is very embarrassing for you but I need you to climb up on the couch and lay down.” I looked at daddy and he nodded over to the couch. I slowly moved over and climbed up. As I lay back the doctor came over to me and said that he was going to explain everything that he was going to do before he did it and if I had an ‘issues’ to just let him know. “ISSUES!” I thought, “The big ‘ISSUE’ is that I’m naked and laid out in front of a man that I had never even met 10 minutes ago; and that he’s about put his hands on me. I’ll murder that Danica.” Then I realised that my pussy was tingling like hell. My pussy WANTED that man to grope me. “OMG this is soo embarrassing; and soo nice, what is wrong with me?” My face was on fire, my pussy was on fire, and I just lay there and let it happen. “OMG, soo embarrassing, soo nice, soo exciting, so horrible.” I was in some sort of trance, only saying ‘okay’ every time I heard the doctor say something but I did gasp when he started groping my little tits. When he got to my pussy I was shaking with both fear and excitement. “Try to relax Lucy.” I heard the doctor say. “Easy for him to say.” I thought as he attached some metal things to the corners of the couch. “I need you to lift your feet up Lucy, and place them on the stirrups.” “What? Oh yes, sorry.” I replied then did as instructed. “OMG he can see my wet pussy, my juices are flooding out. Oh fuck, what do I do Danica?” Then I had a good guess at what Danica would say, “Just lay back and enjoy it.” “Easy for her to say.” I thought, “I bet that she’d be cumming like a steam train if she was in my place right now.” “Lucy,” I heard the doctor say, “I need you to relax now, I need to insert this speculum into your vagina so that I can do a visual internal examination.” I looked at what he was holding. “Oh fuck, he’s not going to put that thing inside me is he?” I thought. “It will never fit.” But he did. Not totally inside me. He started then bent down and took a close look at my pussy then said, “Okay Lucy, we’re not going to be able complete that examination.” Then he turned to daddy and continued, “I was unable to complete the internal examination because her hymen is still intact but from what I could see, Lucy is in good health. There’s just one more procedure that I need to perform but from what I’ve seen so far Lucy is a healthy young lady.” Turning back to me he continued, “Lucy, I really need you to relax as much as you can for this last procedure, I need to establish that your clitoral sensitivity is perfectly normal. If you are totally relaxed it will be over in no time.” “Did I just hear what I thought I heard,” I was thinking, “clitoral stimulation, does that mean that he’s going to play with my clit and make me cum? OMG it does.” I gasped as I felt 2 of his fingers from one hand spread my lips and stretch them forwards a bit. Then one finger from his other hand touch my clit and started rubbing. “Oh fuck!” I said out loud. “Oh, oh, oh; that’s wonderful.” Thirty seconds later my body was jerking about and I was shouting, “Yes, yes, oh fuck yes. Aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh.” Before I’d even got anywhere near back to normal I heard the doctor say, presumable to daddy, “Yes, your daughter has a normal response, perhaps a little more sensitive than is average, but she’ll grow to realise that she is a very lucky young woman. I’m giving her a clean bill of health and have no hesitation in prescribing the contraceptive pill.” Turning back to me he said, “You may get dressed now Lucy.” I took a few seconds to get into a state to be able to get up, then I lifted my legs up and them swung round to get off the couch. I slowly put my dress and shoes on then looked to daddy. He was stood, holding the prescription and looking at me. As soon as we were out of the building I stopped walking and just hugged daddy. “That was soo embarrassing daddy. I never thought that I’d have to go through something like that just to have a bit less pain once a month.” “Yes Lucy, it was quite humiliating for you, but look on the bright side honey, less pain and shorted periods, that can’t be a bad thing.” “Well no. It must have been embarrassing for you as well daddy, I’m glad that you were there with me.” When we got home I took my dress off and helped daddy get tea. Then I cuddled up to him on the sofa and asked for a massage; hoping that he’d follow it through and make me cum again. He did. As soon as I saw Danica at school the next day I ran up to her and thumped her arm. “Hey, what was that for?” “That was for not telling me that the doctor would give me a physical examination, and this is for not telling me how humiliating it would be.” I lightly thumped her arm again then I kissed her cheek. “And that was for not telling me how nice it would be.” Danica laughed then said, “How could I tell you that the doctor would make you cum without telling you that you’d have to get naked and he’d put his grubby hands all over you? I didn’t want to frighten you off.” I kissed her cheek again the said, “Thank you Danica, and will your brother be bringing some of his mates to your house after school?” “Probably.” “Can I come over please?” “Of course you can you dirty little exhibitionist.” “What? I’ve never heard that word before, what does it mean?” “It means that you like people seeing you naked.” “Oh, I guess that I am one then; but so are you Danica.” “Not as much as you Lucy.” The next lesson was boring and my mind kept going back to what Danica had said. I came to the conclusion, and so did my pussy, that I am an exhibitionist and I both hate and love the things that Danica makes me do. After Danica had told me to make myself cum for Noah and 3 of his mates, 2 of which I’d never seen before, then lick her pussy until she came, Danica said, “This is getting too tame for you Lucy, I’m going to have to think of something a bit more challenging, more naughty for you to do. Roll on next week. I hope that you like to keep yourself fit.” “Why Danica?” “Well I think that you’ll be taking up jogging and swimming, and have you got a bike?” “Bloody hell Danica, are you trying to kill me?” “Not with exercise Lucy, but can a girl die from embarrassment, or from cumming too many times?” “Danica, please don’t.” “Oh relax girl, I promise that you’ll enjoy every minute.” “I hope so.”

The Bikini bynancerotica© The Bikini Ch. 01 I have always been a bit of a flirt I guess, and I have never been ashamed of my body, but until a few years ago, I wouldn't have described myself as an exhibitionist. It seems strange to think of it now, but there was a time when I would hardly dare to leave the house braless, let alone in a tiny mini-skirt without panties. Yet today, when I think of the hundreds, perhaps thousands of complete strangers who have seen my naked body and watched me perform the most private of sexual acts, I am filled with the same rush of adrenalin and ache of forbidden desire that I experienced the very first time. My husband Dan is the one to thank (or blame?) for this transformation. He was the one who first gave voice to our innermost fantasies. He was the one who suggested, dared and gently pushed me to overcome my doubts and inhibitions. His loving acceptance and encouragement allowed me to begin the most liberating, erotic and sensual journey of my life.  And he was the one who bought me the bikini. That bikini started it all. It arrived in a tiny box, gift-wrapped. It was not a special occasion, not a birthday or an anniversary. It was a Tuesday I think. I was just home from work when he met me in the front hall saying, "I've got a little surprise for you, Nancy." Then he held up that tiny little box. "What's this?" I asked, giving him my best "what-have-you-been-up-to?" look. The box was very light. It felt empty in fact. "Earrings?" I asked. He gave me a funny, horny little smile. "Open it," he said. I pulled off the bow and the paper and lifted the lid. It was wrapped in tissue, and at first I had no idea what I was looking at. It looked like a tangle of wadded up white strings. "What the heck...?" I pulled the wadded strings out and saw that there were tiny triangles of white cloth attached. "Oh my god," I said, " is this a..."  "It's a bikini," said Dan, "Remember when we were looking at that Australian web site with the tiny bikinis? I couldn't stop thinking about how great you'd look in one, so I ordered this. I'd love to see you wear it." At first I didn't know quite what to say. I had always been rather shy and conservative when it cam to my swimwear, or any of my clothes for that matter. Surely Dan wasn't thinking that I would actually wear this thing out in public. I thought back to the time he was talking about and suddenly I remembered. That was exactly what he was thinking. **** I remembered that evening quite clearly.  We were unwinding after work, having a couple glasses of wine. It was a warm night and I had stripped off my work clothes in favor of my favorite short cotton robe. Dan was out in our home office working or answering email. At least that's what I thought he was doing until he called me out there to have a look at something. A work buddy of Dan's had shown him this web site that sold incredibly small bikinis and Dan wanted me to see it. I came out and sat on his lap and we looked through the sight together, stopping on this page or that to comment on how small and sexy the bikinis were. Then we came across the section that featured photos of female customers modeling bits of micro swimwear in public. It was a revelation to me. That women would actually send in photos of themselves very nearly naked for the entire world to see was something I had never dreamed of. It was like discovering a whole new world of erotic possibilities. I remember feeling a strange mix of emotions: curiosity, fear, envy and more than a little erotic excitement. The women were tan, fit and pretty for the most part, but none of them were super models. Most seemed to be in their early to mid 30's just like me. They were genuine amateurs who seemed to truly enjoy showing their bodies for all to see. The bikinis were all g-strings, very tiny but quite flattering, and many of the women were topless. I did not lust after them. I am not a lesbian. I lusted for them, wanting to be like them, wanting to be that daring, sexy and free myself. The photos were having an effect on Dan as well. I couldn't help but notice his growing erection as we browsed them together. I reached down and grabbed his stiffening cock through the thin fabric of his pants. "Is that for me or them?" I asked. "Always for you my love," he said. Right answer, I thought. I was starting to feel randy myself and the wine was making me brave. I stood up and said, "That must be getting uncomfortable. Why don't you take it out?" He didn't say a word, just unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. The sight of Dan's big hard cock almost always gets me going. I leaned over and gave him a deep wet kiss as my hand reached for his erection. He was hard as steel. I have to say that I love Dan's cock. It is as near to perfect as a cock can be in my opinion: 7 ½" long, thick and circumcised, with a large heart-shaped head. I knelt down before him and began stroking that beautiful cock as he sat there looking at photos of other men's wives. "You like looking at those dirty girls don't you?" I remember asking, and then took him into my mouth, licking the salty pre-cum from the head of his dick. "They make you want to jerk off don't they?" It was not so much a question as a request. Watching Dan masturbate had been a recent addition to our sex play that I enjoyed very much.  "Yes and yes," he said. I teased him with my hands and mouth, first sucking, then stroking his throbbing, wet cock just an inch or two inch from my face. "Then why don't you?" I asked. I was kneeling between his legs just in front of the computer desk. "You can cum on my tits or in my mouth. Your choice." "Can't I do both?" he asked.  "If you think you're man enough." I laughed and opened my robe, revealing my small breasts and thick, hard nipples. Dan didn't need to be asked twice. He began stroking his cock with a deliberate, measured rhythm. I arched my back for him and reached a hand down inside my panties to rub my own pussy. Dan started to stroke faster, looking back and forth between me and the almost nude women on the computer screen. I looked up and noticed that he kept flipping back to one particular woman. She was tall and thin, with small breasts and shoulder length dark blond hair. Just like me. Indeed, we could have been sisters. I had a nasty thought. "Would you like to see me like that?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes I would." "Really?" I was intrigued and getting hornier by the minute. "You would like to see your wife showing off her ass and tits and pussy on a beach like that?" I was very wet and could feel that my clitoris and lips were swollen and thick with excitement. I rubbed harder. Dan was jerking his cock faster and faster just in front of my face. It was a beautiful sight. The situation was making me very hot but what I said next surprised even me. I wanted to see Dan cum and somehow knew that this would send him over the edge. I said, "You want me to be a slut like that don't you? You want other men to see me... You want your friends to see me... To jerk their hard cocks and cum all over me..." "Oh yes," he said. It was almost a whisper. I saw him tense and I opened my mouth wide for him. A flood of cum erupted from his hard cock; the first warm spurts going into my waiting mouth and the rest onto my chin, neck and chest. He was breathing heavily, shuddering as he pumped the last of his sperm onto my face and breasts. It was a huge load. My mouth was full and my tits were covered. I swallowed what was in my mouth and said, "Well, I guess you really are man enough."  "Switch places with me," he said. His voice was raw with passion. I stood and pulled off my soaked panties, sitting down at the computer desk with my legs spread wide. Dan kneeled before me, licking and fingering my pussy as his warm cum ran down between my breasts. It took me no time at all. I came hard and fast, looking at the tall slender woman with the small breasts in the tiny bikini. **** Now I was holding a bikini just like hers. Well, not exactly. Hers was red. This one was white. I held it up to the light. "Can you see through this thing?" I asked. Dan smiled. "Only when it's wet," he said.  "Great. And where do you think I'm going to be wearing it? Around the house?" "That would be a start," he said, and then he looked down at the floor. I could tell he was a little disappointed at my reaction. He said, "Look Nancy, I just thought it would be fun. I mean, when we were looking at them, you um... You said some things. Thought you might like to try it." "It?" I asked. "I mean the bikini. You have such a beautiful body... Why not, well, show it off a little bit?" Standing there looking at him, I was suddenly overcome by how much I loved this man. What was my problem anyway? I knew that deep down I would do anything for him. I thought back to our night of bikini 'shopping' by the computer and felt a familiar warm tingling between my legs. I looked up and said, "Will it turn you on if I wear it?" I didn't say "in public", but those unspoken words hung in the air between us nonetheless. I'm sure that they were written all over my face. "Oh yes," he said, answering both the said and unsaid. "And I think it will turn you on just as much." "Okay," I said. "Poor me a glass of wine and I'll go try this thing on." I took the little box and headed for the bedroom, saying over my shoulder, "Then we can talk about where you're going to take me to wear it!" In the bedroom I stripped naked and stood for a moment in front of our mirrored closet doors. I have a tall, slender, athletic figure. My breasts are small, 36b if you must know, but with large, thick nipples and puffy areolas. My belly is flat, my hips are pronounced and my legs are very long. At 33, my ass was still round and firm from years of running. Not too bad, I thought. Now let's see how this thing fits.  I pulled the bikini out of the box and put it on. It fit surprisingly well. The tiny triangles of white cloth just managed to cover my nipples. The g-string bottoms tied at the sides and the stretchy material formed nicely over my pubic mound and labia revealing quite the camel-toe. The suit was unlined and I could imagine that it would indeed become transparent when wet. Despite the fact that I generally keep it well trimmed, quite a bit of my pubic hair was still peeking out over the top. Going to have to shave, I thought. Turning to have a look at the back I noticed just how much smaller this suit was than my existing tan lines. Fortunately I'm olive skinned so my un-tanned ass didn't look too much lighter than the rest of me. The back was nothing but a white string that disappeared completely between my butt cheeks. I put one leg up on the bed and looked back over my shoulder. Sure enough, with my ass spread, anyone who cared to look would get a clear view of my anus. I felt a warm tingle and realized that the thought excited me. Turning back around, I took another good long look at my body, this time trying to imagine how I might look to men on the beach. The bikini did nothing to hide my erect nipples; in fact it seemed to accentuate them. I have large labia that always seem to be hanging out and they were clearly outlined by the thin fabric of the bottoms. I sat down on the bed and leaned back, looking in the mirror to see what the view between my legs might be like to the casual observer. The sight gave me a sudden rush of excitement and I let out a little gasp. The hood of my clit was perfectly visible, like a tiny hard cock pushing out on the fabric. I began to touch myself. There was a knock at the bedroom door and Dan's voice saying, "Hey, what are you doing in there?"  I smiled. He knew me so well. "Playing with myself," I called, "wanna help?" The door swung open. He was holding two glasses of red wine. "I thought you'd never ask," he said. ***** The bikini had quite an affect on Dan that night. We made love twice and I never did get the thing all the way off. The first time he just slid the fabric between my legs to one side and fucked me right on the edge of the bed. The second time was an hour later when I returned from the bathroom bottomless. That brought his hard-on back to life and I ended up riding him to mind-blowing orgasms for both of us. The top never came off. That night we lay awake planning a weekend getaway. A three-day weekend was coming up soon and we decided that a quick trip to Las Vegas would be just the thing.  "You'll bring the bikini, right?" Dan said. "What bikini?" I teased. He gave me a look. I looked into his handsome face and then kissed him deeply. "Yes," I said, "I'll wear it for you."  And for everybody else, I thought. The Bikini Ch. 02 The first time I ever wore that tiny white bikini in public was at the pool of the Flamingo Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. It was an intensely erotic experience for me and would become the catalyst for many more to come. The rush I experienced is hard to describe; it was like being completely nude and covered at the same time. Except that it was better than being nude. A bikini like that accentuates and advertises. It says look at my tits and pussy; enjoy my exposed ass. My gentleman readers should never doubt that a woman in a bikini like that wants to be seen and desired. She is putting her sexuality on display and hoping for a reaction, even if that reaction is nothing more than hungry stares or furtive glances.  But I am getting way ahead of the story. Great sex, I have found, is all about buildup, anticipation and context. The buildup had begun three weeks ago with Dan's gift of the bikini. Now, with the time for our trip upon us, the anticipation was reaching its climax. The context would be provided by our fantasies and the circumstances of our trip. It's about a six-hour drive to Las Vegas from our home on the East side of Phoenix. Both Dan and I had gotten out of work early to get a head start on the long weekend. We had packed the night before and Dan was very helpful with packing my bag; that tiny white g-string bikini was the first thing he tossed in. We left home late Friday afternoon. It was May and already getting quite warm. I wore a light, wraparound sundress that tied at the side. Dan was handsome as always in kaki slacks and a golf shirt. We tossed our light bags into the trunk of the Mustang and were headed out onto I-10 by about 4:30. Dan had insisted that I go braless. In fact, he wouldn't even allow me to pack a bra. This was Dan's birthday trip and I had agreed to dress however he desired for the whole weekend. I was already dressed for the trip when he stopped me at the door. "I like that sundress," he said, "but do you know what would make it look better?" "Different shoes?" I said. I was wearing my favorite strappy sandals. "Um, no. Take off the bra," he said. Going braless had always made me a little self-conscious. My breasts are not large, but I do have big, thick nipples that always seem to be poking out. I know that men like looking at them but a certain lack of self-confidence had always kept me from enjoying that. That and the fact that I didn't want to look like a complete slut. Now recent events had me rethinking certain things. I knew now that Dan wanted other men to see and enjoy my body. And I knew that the idea was turning me on too. Maybe I really was a complete slut and just didn't know it yet. I turned around and lifted my hair so Dan could undo the clasp of my bra. I let the straps fall down off of my shoulders and then pulled my arms through. Then I reached down the front of my dress and pulled out the bra like it was a magic trick, never even exposing a nipple. "Ta-da!" I smiled. "That's cheating!" Dan protested. "All's fair in love and war," I said. The thin fabric of the sundress felt wonderful against my nipples and they were immediately hard as pebbles. "Mm. That's better," Dan said, taking me in his arms and giving me a warm kiss. "Those are some mighty nice pokies you've got there."  "Thank you sir," I purred, "Should I keep the panties on?" He gave me a mischievous smile. "For now," he said. We took off down the road, making pretty good time in spite of the holiday weekend traffic. Soon we were speeding across the desert, stereo blasting some good old-time rock and roll. The long drive gave us plenty of time to talk and make plans for the weekend. We talked about work and friends and family, but Dan always managed to steer the conversation back towards sex. After three years of marriage, we had become pretty open about discussing our sexual wants and fantasies, and Dan had a seemingly endless number of hot and nasty things that he wanted us to try. He told me again of a particular fantasy that had me dressing up like a slut and cock-teasing strangers in a bar. I new it must have been a favorite of his because he had mentioned it on at least two other occasions. Maybe it was the sexually charged nature of our little trip, but thinking about the possibilities of it then started to excite me quite a bit. "Well, this is your birthday trip," I said. "Maybe we could make that happen." He didn't say another word about it, but gave me a long, searching, sensual look that made me ache with desire.  We decided to stop for a bite in Kingman. It was about 7:30 pm when we pulled into the parking lot of a little chain restaurant on fast-food row. The place was laid out like a classic old-time diner, though it wasn't one, with a row of Naugahyde booths next to the windows and a long counter in front of the kitchen. It was mostly empty and we slid into one of the booths across from the counter. There were two or three other couples that I noticed and a couple of solitary men, probably truckers, seated at the counter. It was one of those cheep, brightly lit places with garish pictures of food on the menu. Even the salads came smothered in cheese and bacon. It had been warm outside, but as it usually was in these places, the air conditioning was set to 'Arctic'. I was still wearing my little cotton sundress and my nipples got so hard that only a blind man could have missed them. Dan certainly didn't. "Careful you don't put somebody's eye out with those," he said.  "Very funny," I said. My nipples were aching, and not just from the air conditioning. I was still feeling hot and bothered from our conversation in the car and decided it would be fun to tease Dan a little bit more. The waitress came and took our order. I asked her where the restrooms were and told Dan I'd be right back. As I walked toward the back of the restaurant I had the feeling I was being watched. I glanced over and caught one of the truckers looking at me. He was staring directly at my braless tits and I felt a rush of warmth flood my pussy. My small breasts don't bounce very much, but I noticed that they were jiggling quite a bit with each step that I took, hard nipples straining against the thin cotton fabric. The restroom was empty and I did my business quickly in the stall. Washing up in front of the mirror, I took in my overall appearance. My conical breasts stood out proudly, the v-cut neckline of my dress showing more of my chest than I had noticed at home. The dress was cut fairly loosely and, turning this way and that, I could see that if I leaned forward and brought my shoulders in, my exposed nipples could clearly be seen from the side. I remembered the trucker's hungry stare and wondered if he had seen them. The thought gave me another warm wave of pleasure.  I looked hard into my own face. What was going on with me? Who was this wanton woman I was turning into? I had always been the shy, quiet, smart girl, always the responsible one. Many men had told me that I was pretty over the years, but I had never used my looks to get ahead or to gain attention. In school I had been an athlete, not a cheerleader. Had I secretly envied those other girls? Was there something unfulfilled in my past that made me want to push barriers and break taboos now? Surely this wasn't only about pleasing my husband. It was clear that Dan wanted me to be seen and desired by other men. Now I was finding that I wanted it too and the emotions were getting complicated. I took a deep breath and let it out. As usual I was over analyzing everything. I made a decision there and then to quit thinking so much and just go with what felt good -- at least for the duration of the weekend. If Dan wanted me to act like a slut, then I would show him just how slutty I could be. I untied the belt of my wraparound dress and then retied it a little more loosely. It came to about mid thigh and loosening it created a long slit exposing much more of my left leg. I turned this way and that to study the affect. From the front my breasts were still covered, but from the sides it would be much easier to see my bare nipples, especially if I leaned forward a little. That gave me another nasty thought and I decided to go for it. I reached up under my dress and stepped quickly out of the thong panties I had been wearing. The only problem then was what to do with them. I hadn't brought my purse in with me and didn't really fancy the idea of carrying them across the restaurant. Deciding I didn't really need them anymore, I dropped them into the ladies room trash. It was liberating. My heart was pounding as I gathered the nerve to leave the restroom. Casting one more glance back at myself in the mirror, I pushed the door open and stepped out into the brightly lit restaurant. The walk back to our booth seemed much farther than it had on my way to the restroom. The thin, clingy fabric of my sundress felt electric on my skin. My little tits jiggled freely as I walked and my panty-less pussy felt wonderfully exposed in the cool air. It felt like everyone was watching me and I drank in every moment of it.  I had to walk directly passed the two men at the counter on the way back to our booth and found myself hoping they would get a good side view of my breasts. Once again, the first trucker's eyes never left my tits and my hard nipples were tingling. I gave him what I hoped was a friendly smile as I passed but he never once looked up at my face. I felt sure that the other fellow was staring at my ass. Sliding back into our booth I leaned forward to give Dan a better view of my loose tits. "I'm not wearing any panties," I whispered. "Really?" said Dan, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Truly," I said, leaning back against the vinyl booth and giving him my sexiest smile. "I am completely naked under this thin little dress." "That's pretty hot," he said, "and I'm not the only one who thinks so." His head gave a slight tilt in the direction of my tit watching trucker. "You have a fan," he said. I glanced over to see if he was still looking. His back was to us but every now and then he would casually look back over his shoulder to check me out. I had definitely attracted the attention of the other man as well and caught him looking our way more than once. "Not just one," I said, and leaned forward with my elbow on the table causing the top of my dress to fall open just a bit. We both knew that if the trucker turned and looked now he would have a clear view of my exposed breast. "Do you want them to see me?" I asked. Dan smiled, but the waitress arrived with our food before he could answer. The burgers were hot and greasy and we dug into them hungrily. I continued to lean forward as we ate, hoping my naked breast was visible to the voyeuristic men at the counter. I was a little disappointed when one of them paid and left, but the one closest to us, my original tit watcher remained, lingering over his coffee. The way I kept squirming in my seat must have sent a clear signal to Dan of just how aroused I was getting. About halfway through our meal he looked over and gave me a funny little smile. "Show me one of your tits," he said suddenly. "What?" I said. I had heard him quite clearly. "Well," he said, leaning forward and lowering his voice, "the way you've been sitting, with the top of your dress open like that, I figure that guy at the counter has been getting a pretty good eyeful. Only problem is I can't see very much from this angle. Seems only fair that you should let me see one of your tits too." I was taken aback just a little. Leave it to Dan to up the ante in my little game. My heart was pounding. "Do you really want me to?" I asked. "Sure," he said, and gave me a horny, I-dare-you-to look. "Okay," I said and gave a quick look around the nearly deserted restaurant. Most of the other patrons had paid and left and our waitress seemed to be hiding in the back somewhere. I saw the trucker at the counter glance over my way again. He was probably forty-something with a baseball cap, blond goatee and a boyish face. I realized at that moment that I had a choice. The way we were sitting, It would be easy enough to show Dan my left breast in such a way that our friend at the counter would see next to nothing. The other choice was to pull the fabric aside and expose my right breast allowing both Dan and the trucker to see everything. I reached up with my left hand and toyed with the edge of the fabric covering my left breast. Then, before I had the chance to think too much more about it, I brought up my right hand and pulled my dress aside at the neckline causing my right tit to pop out. It wasn't a quick flash. I wanted both Dan and our voyeur to get a good long look. I looked down at my own chest. With the fabric pulled aside, one large, erect, pink nipple was jutting straight out like a ripe cherry. It looked delicious and obscene in the bright light of the diner. "Nice," said Dan, "Now leave it that way for a while." My breath was coming in short little gasps now as my rational mind screamed for me to cover myself. I didn't. I let my right hand fall to my side leaving my pointy boob out in the open for anyone to see. I couldn't look towards the trucker. I looked out the window thinking, what the hell, we don't know any of these people. The thought made me brave, and it wouldn't be the last time I would use it to justify some outrageous behavior that weekend. I just sat back, wondering if anyone in the parking lot could see me. I spread my legs a little and gave Dan a questioning look that said, what's next? "How's your pussy?" he asked. The question, asked so directly, almost made me loose what little composure I had left. I shuddered. "Throbbing," I said. "Then why don't you touch it?" he said.  He was giving me his permission, his blessing in fact, to masturbate in public with another man watching. I finally gathered enough courage to glance back over at the trucker and caught him looking at me. He looked away quickly and then looked back. My perky little boob was still exposed for him or anyone else to see. I reached up slowly as if to cover myself, but instead began to pull on my hard nipple, rolling it gently between my thumb and forefinger. My left hand found its way down between my legs and under the hem of my dress. My eyes were only for Dan now and I could see the raw pleasure on his face as I began to rub my pussy. I was incredibly wet and little jolts of electricity went racing through my body when I touched my clit and pussy lips. I closed my eyes. I didn't know if our friend was still watching, but the thought that he might be was making me feel like a wanton slut. I liked the feeling. Dan cleared his throat suddenly as the waitress came back toward our table. I covered my breast quickly and sat up, feeling suddenly flustered and awkward. She didn't seem to notice a thing, but asked us if we would like any coffee or desert. Dan declined for us both and asked for the check. When she left I sat looking at Dan, I was still breathing heavily and ready for him to take the lead. I didn't have the nerve to look and see if our trucker friend was still watching and Dan didn't give any indication. He said, "Before we go, I want you to do one more thing." I was almost afraid to ask, but I said, "What thing?" He smiled. "I want you to show him your pussy. When the waitress comes back I'm going to go over and pay the check. I want you to wait here at the table for a moment, and then, when you're sure he's looking, I want you to slide out of the booth and give him a good view. Then come and meet me outside."  I could barely believe what I was hearing but knew without a doubt that I would do it. Dan was asking me to do exactly what I wanted to do, and he knew it. All I could say was, "Okay." A moment later and the waitress brought our check. Before Dan could get up to pay it I reached a hand down beneath the table and inserted a forefinger deep inside my soaking vagina. I don't know if our friend was watching, but I pulled my hand back up and stuck the wet finger in my mouth, sucking it like a cock. My juices were slippery, warm and salty-sweet. Dan gave me a lusty smile and left to pay the check. When he stood I could see the outline of his hard-on pushing at the front of his kakis and I let out a quiet little moan. The cash register was at the far end of the counter near the front doors. Dan walked over and met the waitress there, leaving me alone in our booth. I wondered if she noticed his raging hard-on. I heard the register chime and the front doors open and close. Dan was now outside waiting for me and it was now or never. I made a small show of finishing my Coke as I took a quick look around the restaurant. Our trucker friend was still at the counter but wasn't currently looking my way. I decided to go for broke. My dress had already hiked up quite a bit from my squirming on the Naugahyde but I reached down and pulled the hem up even further until just a thin strip of material covered my pussy. Then I turned slightly sideways in the booth and let my left leg rest on the seat. If he did happen to glance over now there would be no hiding what I was doing; he would have a clear view of my wide-open pussy. The thought made my pulse pound. I began to slide toward the edge of the seat, letting my dress creep up even further. I willed him to look. I wanted him to see me now. He looked over, first at my tits as usual, and then down at my wet, eager pussy. I expected him to look away quickly but he didn't. He took a good, long look as I slid the rest of the way out of the booth. When I stood my dress fell back into place and he finally looked up at my face. I turned quickly to go, smiling back over my shoulder as I headed for the door. He gave me a curt little nod. You're welcome, I thought. Honestly, I think he was more scared than I was. When I got out to the parking lot, Dan was leaning against the Mustang. "How'd it go?" he asked. I didn't say anything, just kissed him deeply and reached down for his hard cock. We were parked near the street and cars were whizzing by. The parking lot was well lit but I didn't care. I was being driven by animal impulses that I didn't fully understand. I only knew that I wanted his cock, first in my mouth and then in my pussy. I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants. I pulled out his hard-on and took it into my mouth, sucking for all I was worth. It was Dan that finally stopped me. "Not here, Honey," he said, "let's go." He started to put his cock away as he walked me around to the passenger side. "Leave it out," I said.  "Fair is fair," he replied. He opened the car door for me and I crawled into the passenger seat. I didn't get all the way in at first but sat on the edge of the seat with my legs spread wide, exposing my pussy to the cool night air. I reached up and began stroking his cock into my open mouth. Again he stopped me, saying, "Nancy, we're going to get arrested if we don't get out of here." That brought me back to my senses a little. "Okay," I said, "but leave your cock out." I pulled myself the rest of the way into the car and shut the door. Dan did what he was told and I enjoyed watching him walk around the front of the Mustang with his glistening cock bouncing along in front. He jumped in and started the engine. We were barely out of the parking lot when I leaned over and went down on him again. "You're not wearing your seatbelt," he said. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and sat up. "I'm living dangerously tonight," I said, "That's not all I'm not wearing." I reached a hand over, untied the belt of my dress and pulled it completely open. We were still on the outskirts of Kingman and the street traffic was fairly heavy. It was dark out and the windows of the Mustang were tinted, but anyone who pulled up along side of us would be able to see me if they looked hard enough. I put the seat back a little and spread my legs. Dan responded by reaching a hand over to rub my pussy. Soon he had two fingers inside of me as his palm pressed down on my clit. I lifted my hips, grinding my pussy into his hand. His cock was still standing straight up above his lap and I reached for it, stroking him in time to my own pelvic thrusts.  "He saw my cunt," I said, "he looked right at it... I wanted him to see it." A moment later I was cumming. The orgasm shook my entire body and I braced myself with a hand against the headliner of the Mustang. My left hand was still pulling on Dan's cock and I could feel him tense as his warm sperm began to flow. I leaned over and took the rest into my mouth; swallowing his cum and then licking him clean of what I had missed. When I sat up we were back on the open highway. Neither of us spoke for a while and I flipped the switch to roll down my window. The night air felt wonderful on my near naked body, caressing my breasts, my thighs and my still pulsing vagina. We passed a truck and my legs were wide open. I wondered if he saw me; saw my open cunt. I wondered if he was the trucker from the restaurant. I didn't care. I felt sleepy. ***** "We're here," Dan said, and I awoke to the dazzle of lights that is the Las Vegas strip. It was after 11:30, the perfect time to arrive in Vegas. One should always arrive in Las Vegas after dark, I think. During the day the town looks tawdry and used, like a tired old hooker without her make-up on. But at night she comes alive with glamour, fantasy and alluring possibilities. I pulled my seat up and noticed that my dress was still undone. My nipples had softened a bit but my breasts were still fully exposed. I suddenly remembered our earlier adventure and began to feel horny all over again. "You just left me like this?" I asked Dan. "Well," he said, "you looked so comfortable over there that I didn't want to disturb you." "Uh huh, right," I said, "And how many trucks did we pass?" "Oh, quite a few," he said smiling. I pulled the dress together, covering myself somewhat but didn't bother to retie it until we were pulling into the Flamingo parking lot. Dan drove the Mustang up to the valet stand where a handsome young man was waiting. The valet opened my door for me and I stepped out. My dress was tied quite loosely now and it was nearly impossible for me to get out of that low car without giving him quite a show. As Dan tipped the young man and retrieved our bags I couldn't help thinking what a night it had already been. First no one but Dan sees my tits or pussy for all of our years together, and now I'd already shown them off to at least two strangers in one night. This was going to be quite a weekend. The Bikini Ch. 03 Except for my shoes, I was naked, pressed up against the plate-glass of our hotel room window. I faced the traffic, the flashing lights and the glitter of the Vegas strip below, legs apart and arms raised high above my head as if in surrender. From behind me, Dan ran his stiff cock up and down along the seam of my pussy, lubricating himself with my juices. Again and again he would rub the head against my clit sending little shocks all through my body. Then, ever so slowly, he entered me, giving me just a little bit of his cock at a time and then pulling back before pushing in a bit further. The sensation was driving me mad. I love being fucked from behind and Dan knows it. The feeling of his thick cock filling and stretching me as I braced myself against the cool glass of our hotel room window was incredible. One of the advantages of being a tall woman is that it makes having sex standing up so much easier.  After checking into the hotel we had gone straight up to our tenth floor room. It was nice enough, certainly modern and comfortable with all of the amenities that one might expect. Not the Ritz Carlton, but it would suit the carnal purpose of our weekend just fine. The friendly bellman brought in our bags and then showed us how the phone, the mini-bar and the wireless internet all worked. At that moment I hadn't given a fuck about the wireless internet and could hardly wait for him to leave. My little cotton sundress was practically falling off of me and the walk from the front desk to the elevators had made me horny all over again. Maybe it had all been my imagination, but it seemed there had been eyes everywhere, watching me, looking at my hard nipples as my little boobs jiggled along beneath the loose fabric. Remembering our earlier adventures at the restaurant and in the car didn't help matters much either. In the elevator, Dan had made light conversation with the bellman as the young man kept casting furtive little glances in my direction. After the tour of our room, Dan had tipped the man and he finally left. I had to thank him for opening the curtains though; the view was incredible and had given me a very naughty idea. With the bellman gone I immediately untied the belt of my dress and let it fall to the floor. Naked, I walked straight over to the window and stood there looking out with my hands upon my hips. "I want you to fuck me right now," I said. I didn't turn around when I said it and, with the mood I was in, the words could easily have been meant for the entire city. Dan had stripped quickly, joining me at the window, his proud erection warm and stiff against my behind. He kissed my neck and reached around to fondle my tits, rolling my thick nipples gently between his fingers. I leaned forward against the glass and Dan knew just what I wanted. He reached a hand down to my pussy, fingering me from behind and I thrust my ass back towards him in wanton desire. "My God you're wet," he whispered. Then he began rubbing his cock up and down along my pussy lips and teasing his way inside of me. At last he was all the way in me, his warm cock stretching and filling my eager vagina. His slow rhythm was driving me crazy and I thrust back against him, urging him to fuck me harder and faster. I put a leg up on the air-conditioning unit, spreading wider for him and for the city below. My arms, face and chest were pressed up against the glass and I bucked with desire every time my nipples came into contact with the smooth, cool surface. I looked out with lust on the city below, reason gone from my mind. I'm fucking Las Vegas, I thought, I'm fucking Las Vegas... Dan had one hand on my hip as the other held my face against the glass. I took his thumb into my mouth, sucking it like another man's cock, making it slick with my saliva. He knew what I wanted then but I told him anyway, wanting to say the words out loud. "Put your thumb in my ass," I said, my voice sounding raw and strange to my own ears, "fuck me in the ass with it." He complied. Pushing his cock deep inside of me, he pulled my ass cheeks apart and gently pushed his slick thumb into my anus. The lights of the city were spinning before my eyes and I shut them tight. I began bucking wildly; screaming into the night, "Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me!" The feeling was incredible. His thumb worked in and out of my ass as his thick hard cock pumped faster and faster into my pussy. I could feel him swelling even bigger inside of me and knew that he was about to cum. I began to furiously rub my clit and either that or his swelling dick sent me over the edge. It felt like I was falling, falling right through the glass of the window and down into the glittering night. My heart and breathing seemed to stop as I hung in the air for a few endless seconds. Then finally came the release, muscles contracting as orgasm rocked my body from head to toe.  Dan moaned, pulling his cock almost all of the way out of me before thrusting it deep back inside to fill me with his sperm. I could feel him ejaculating inside of me in time to my own convulsions of pleasure. It seemed to go on and on. We both slumped against the glass in loving exhaustion. After a time, Dan's softening member slipped out of my pussy and he stood and walked across the room. I heard the zipper open on one of our bags and then he said, "Turn around." I did. My legs were wobbly and I didn't trust them. I sat right down on the air-conditioner, facing him. He was holding our digital camera. "Oh Dan," I said, "Are you kidding? I must look like shit." "You look beautiful," he said, "I want to get a picture of you by the window. Smile." Dan had always enjoyed photographing me naked but recently he'd been asking me to pose for him more often. Our first photo shoot had made me both nervous and excited, but after a while I had begun to enjoy them more and more. In the past we had used erotic photography as foreplay, Dan wanting to shoot me after sex was something new. "Can't I at least clean up a little bit first? I'm all drippy," I pleaded. "Nope," he said, "I want you drippy." "You're a pervert," I said, "What are you going to do with these pictures anyway?" "Show them to the guys at work. You don't mind do you?" "Not if you don't mind if I cut off your balls," I said. I knew Dan would never do such a thing but the thought did get me buzzing. Oh, what the hell, I thought. "Wait a minute," I said, "Not 'till I say when."  I spread my legs wide for him and gave a good push with my kegel muscles. "Okay, now!" I said, just as a stream of Dan's sperm oozed out of my open pussy and down onto the hotel room floor. Dan snapped the photo and the flash just about blinded me. Looking at that photo now I can hardly believe what a porno slut I looked like. I'm sitting in front of the darkened window wearing nothing but my favorite strappy sandals. My hair is a mess, my nipples are sticking straight out and my mouth is open in a big smile. My hands are on my thighs and my legs are spread, showing a wide-open, just fucked pussy with a trail of white semen dripping down to the floor. I look thoroughly and totally happy. By the time we got cleaned up and ready for bed it was close to 2:00 am. We were both exhausted from the long drive and the evening's adventures and wanted nothing more now than to sleep. The bed was big and soft and I snuggled up under the covers close to Dan. We were asleep in no time. ***** We both slept late Saturday morning, but Dan was up and in the shower before I had even opened my eyes. I heard the water running and slowly came awake, ravenously hungry and needing my morning dose of coffee. Picking up the phone I ordered both of us eggs benedict, coffee and orange juice from room service. Then I got up and walked over to the window. Dan had closed the drapes sometime during the night, but I reached up and pulled them open again. I was still naked from the night before and just slightly sore from our session at the window. The soreness was just enough to make me pleasantly aware of the lower parts of my body.  The Las Vegas Strip was bathed in the light of mid-morning. Directly across the way was Caesar's Palace and I could see the Bellagio and its world famous fountains just to the South. I doubt if anyone could see me behind the glass of our room but it still felt joyous and free to stand there naked. Then I laughed out loud. Focusing on the glass before me I could plainly see where parts of my body had smudged against the window. Nice sex-print, I thought. We were going to have to leave a good tip for the maid. Dan emerged from the shower wearing only a towel; his well muscled and tan chest giving me my first pussy tingle of the day. He saw me standing before the window and smiled. "Good morning naked lady," he said. "Good morning yourself," I replied, then walked over and kissed him. "I just ordered breakfast and coffee. It should be on the way up." "Mm," he said, "Now I know I love you." Dan needs his coffee too. "I need to take a shower," I said, and headed off for the bathroom without another word.  The hot shower felt wonderful. After washing my hair and my body I spent a long time just standing there, letting the water run over me. When I emerged I could hear voices outside and realized that our breakfast had arrived. I wrapped a towel around my wet hair, turban style, and slipped into one of the hotel's fluffy cotton robes, belting it very loosely. Time to be naughty again, I thought.  I stepped out of the bathroom just in time to see the young man from room service setting a tray upon the table. My sudden appearance caused him to look up and I felt a warm rush of pleasure as his eyes took in the deep 'V' of flesh exposed by the partially open robe. "Hello," I said. He muttered a "good morning" and looked away quickly. I saw Dan standing there just a bit behind him. He had been reaching into his wallet for a tip when I came out of the bathroom and his hand stopped in midair. He gave me a wide-eyed look of surprise and delight. Looking over at the young man and then back at me, he silently mouthed the words: "Open it." It was my turn to give a wide-eyed look but I was instantly turned on by the idea. The robe was barely tied and I felt a surge of adrenalin as I casually placed my thumb behind the belt and pushed out and down. I crossed the short distance from the bathroom to the bed and let the robe fall open completely as I walked. I passed right by the young man and caught him steeling another glance at my exposed skin. When I reached the bed I didn't know quite what to do next, so I just stood there, back to him, pretending to get something off of the nightstand. My heart was pounding. Exposing myself like this was giving me a kind of sexual rush that I had never experience before. It was forbidden and dangerous and erotic as hell. I heard him preparing to leave and new that I wanted to show him more. I ached for him to take a good long look. He and Dan were at the door; it was now or never.  I turned around, the open robe leaving my tits and pussy fully exposed to the room service man's view. Dan's back was to me as he thanked the man at the door and handed him a tip. As the door was closing the young man looked right at me. There was no way he couldn't have seen me. He was very professional, giving no indication of what he had seen. "Thank you," was all he said. Dan and I sat down to eat our breakfast. I didn't retie my robe, but sat there, casually exposed, sipping my coffee. After a while Dan asked, "Did he see you like that?" I looked right at him, not wanting to hide anything, wanting him to know the lust I was feeling. "Oh yes, I think he did," I said. "Did you enjoy it?" he asked. "You know that I did. And I enjoyed the guy in the restaurant seeing me last night. But I especially enjoyed you fucking me afterwards." I laughed. "This is some hot new form of foreplay you have turned me on to, my love, and I fear that you might have created a monster." "What do you mean?" "I mean I want more," I said. I heard myself saying the words but could hardly believe it. I leaned forward, "I want to be your slut today," I said. Dan gave me a searching look. He didn't say it, but I knew that he was wondering just how far I might go. He said, "Do you want me to fuck you now?" "Not yet," I said. I thought about things for a minute and took another sip of coffee. "Let's go down to the pool after breakfast." ***** I stood looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. The white bikini was every bit as tiny as I remembered it; it revealed far more than it covered. Putting it on had gotten my nipples hard again and it seemed I could barely contain them in that little top. I had trimmed my pubic hair way back before the trip but it still peaked out above the bottoms and at the legs. I got out my razor and shaving lotion. "Honey," I called, "I need your help." Dan was at the bathroom door a moment later. "I need you to shave me," I said. He gave me an appraising look as I stood before him in my g-string bottoms. And then a loving little tug to the wisp of hair that showed above the top. "Yes you do," he said. Untying the bottoms and letting them fall to the floor, I sat down on the vanity counter next to the sink, spreading my legs to give Dan better access. He turned on the sink and began to spread warm water and then lotion on my pubic mound and the outer lips of my vagina. Dan had shaved me before and I trusted him completely. He was always gentle and careful and quite thorough, doing a far better job than I could do all by myself. I was already aroused when he began to run the razor over me, but as the short brown hairs gave way to smooth bare skin, I could feel the warmth radiating out from my pussy. He had to spread my outer lips to get at all of the hairs and I could see my labia becoming engorged and puffy. There will be no hiding those, I thought, and suddenly realized that anyone who cared to look would be able to see that I was shaved. I started to breathe more heavily and my legs began to shake. "Hold still," said Dan, "I'm almost done." "Leave a little bit on top," I said, "I don't want to look like a little girl." I also knew that a small dark patch would show through quite nicely if I chose to go in the pool and get the bikini wet. The thought made me squirm on the counter top. "Hold still!" Dan commanded, "You don't want me to cut off something important do you?" A few minutes later and he was finished. Dan washed away the last of the loose hairs and the lotion in the sink and then stood back to admire his handy work. "Mmm nice," he said, "that looks good enough to eat. What do you think?" I stood and looked in the mirror. My pussy was now completely bare except for a small, dark patch of hair just above my clitoris. When I'm aroused my labia are often swollen and distended but now they were hanging out like puffy pink curtains. I reached down to feel the smoothness between my legs and ran a finger over my slippery wetness. My pussy felt incredibly exposed and sensitive and the thought that I was about to show it off to the world was both terrifying and intensely pleasurable. I saw Dan in the mirror, standing behind me. He was smiling warmly with a huge hard-on straining against the front of his swim trunks. I desperately wanted him to fuck me, but I also wanted to wait, wanted to build the anticipation; to see how aroused I could keep myself and for how long.  I turned around to face him, leaning back against the counter. "It feels pretty smooth," I said, "but do you think it will pass the lick test?" "Only one way to find out," he said, and immediately got down on his knees in front of me. I sat back on the very edge of the counter and spread my legs for him again. Dan started gently, kissing my eager pussy as if it were a mouth, teasing and tasting me before plunging his tongue inside. Then he took my labia into his mouth, sucking hard until they were even more pink and swollen than they had been. I looked down and saw that he had released his hard cock from his shorts and was stroking it as he licked my pussy. I moaned with pleasure, holding his head in my hands, directing him up towards my clit. He put his whole mouth over it, massaging and pressing down with his tongue. I could feel myself nearing the brink of orgasm and with an act of will I pushed his head away. "No," I said hoarsely, "Not yet... I don't want to cum yet." Dan stood up breathing hard; his rigid upturned dick poised a few inches from my open cunt, ready to enter me. "I know what you want," he said, and moved forward until the head of his penis just made contact with my pussy lips. "You want to tease me all day, don't you? You want to tease us both until we can't hold back anymore..." I pushed my hips toward him and felt the head of his cock slide inside of me. "Yes," I said, knowing that I had no will to stop him from fucking me now. "I... want to wait." He pushed halfway inside of me and then stopped, lingering for just a moment. Then he pulled out. "Okay," he said, "Let's go to the pool." ***** It was 1:00 by the time we headed down to the pool. I had brought a blue sarong to wear as a cover up and put it on over my tiny bikini, wrapping it around and crisscrossing the material in front of my breasts to tie behind my neck. Then I pulled my hair back in a French braid and put on sandals and dark sunglasses. For now, except for my legs and shoulders, I was completely covered. We grabbed a couple of other essentials to take with us and headed out the door to the elevators.  It had been all that we could do to stop ourselves from going the rest of the way in the bathroom and we were both still highly aroused. Dan was still semi-hard beneath his swim trunks and my freshly shaven pussy was swollen and sensitive. My naked ass felt delightfully exposed beneath the sarong and the tight fabric of my bikini bottoms rubbing against my pussy was giving me little jolts of pleasure as I walked. We reached the elevators and waited for one to come back to our floor. Suddenly the doors opened and we stepped inside. There was an older couple already in the car and Dan made light conversation with them as we descended. I was too horny and preoccupied to talk very much. The thought of what I was about to do was intoxicating me and I felt myself getting wobbly in the knees. On one level I told myself that it was no big deal, we were just going down to get some sun at the pool, it was perfectly natural and normal. After all, it was just a bikini; it wasn't like I was preparing to strip naked in front of a bunch of horny strangers. But on a deeper level I knew the truth. I knew that this bikini was an advertisement for my tits, ass and pussy. It was like wearing lingerie in public and inviting a sexual reaction. I knew that I wanted that reaction, wanted to be the object of desire and carnal fantasy. This was not a spontaneous or accidental flash. This was a premeditated act. I had planned for it; purposely dressed for it and had even shaved my pussy for it. I knew what men wanted to see and knew that I wanted to show it to them. It seemed to take forever to get to the pool area and when we finally arrived I could hardly believe how crowded it was. The area was beautifully landscaped in a Caribbean island theme complete with palm trees and waterfalls. Dan got us a couple of towels and we found our way to a quieter corner of the property. We claimed a couple of chaise lounges and a small cocktail table and laid out our towels. Dan sat down took off his shirt, looking at me expectantly. I looked around to see who our immediate neighbors were. On the right was a good looking young couple, though the girl was a bit chunky, and on our left were three college age young men seated at a table and enjoying cocktails. My lounge was closer to the three young men. I adjusted my lounge and then lay back, still wearing my sarong. Dan was still looking at me. Oh, what the hell, I thought. I untied the sarong and pulled it off, exposing the little white bikini underneath.

The Hotel Pool by McSkyy Part 1 The thunder had subsided and was now barely audible in the distance. Suzette walked over to the window of her 10th floor hotel room and looked out. The lights in the parking lot and in the pool area were all on and the concrete glistened with under them. The rain had stopped. Large puddles were left all over after the heavy downpour. Light steam rose up from sections of the ground that were still warmer than the night air. It was already almost 11PM, but the night time air temperature in Raleigh this time of year rarely dipped below the mid-seventies. Suzette looked over at the pool, also steaming now a bit as the rain cooled things down. “Oh a swim would feel so good! Perfect way to end the day!” She thought to herself. She was in Raleigh for training all this week at her company’s corporate location. She came down here quite often and ALWAYS stayed at the Sheraton. It was the nicest hotel in the area, with the best facilities. Plus it was only 2 miles from where she had to be each day. It was Tuesday night, her second night on the road for this trip. Her job as a Human Resources manager didn’t require much travel other than the 3 or 4 yearly trips to Raleigh to her corporate HQ. Last night she had wanted to go for a swim, but the pool area was sort of crowded and Suzette was a little shy about going in front of everyone in the suit she had brought with her. She had an assortment of modest one-piece suits that she COULD have taken with her on this trip, but not this time. Instead, she brought the one two piece that she owned. It was a light blue bikini, with a string top and a somewhat skimpy bottom. At least, Suzette thought it was skimpy. It fit her well, but didn’t really offer the fanny coverage that she felt comfortable with in front of others. The funny thing was, Suzettes friends were always telling her how jealous they were of her figure. At 32 she was still in great shape, with a really flat tummy. Still though, Suzette was a fairly modest person who rarely dressed in anything other than conservative clothes and swimwear. All of her life she wanted so much to be like the skinny girls with small boobs – just have a real athletic build. But Suzette had been “blessed” with the classic hour glass figure, curvy hips, a big chest and a very full round behind. She had some body issues, like most women. But she dealt with them by covering up what she could, when she could. Plus, she knew that most men (and women for that matter) preferred a woman with a nice booty – and she knew hers was envied by her friends… she took some solace in that when ever she felt it was too fat. She looked back out the window and almost had second thoughts about wearing just a bikini out there. The lure of the completely deserted pool, however, was strong. “Well, it did just rain. I doubt anyone will be heading down there at this hour anyway…” she said, convincing herself to at least put her bikini on and go down there. After a few more minutes of waffling, she finally did put it on, then put on the long terrycloth robe that every room had a pair of for the guests to use. It was white, thick, and covered her to her ankles. She tied it tightly closed around her waist. She put her shoulder length blond hair back in a pony tail, fastened a small elastic hair band around it. Then she grabbed a towel, her room keycard, slipped on her flip flops, and headed out into the hallway. She went to the rear elevators that serviced the back of the building. The hotel had two sets of elevators, each on opposite ends of the building. The rear set served from the room floors to the pool and gym area. The main elevators ran from the room floors to the main lobby. Suzette road the elevator all the way down. She stepped out into the hallway on the main floor. The gym was to her left. The lights were on, and only two women were in their on treadmills. Directly in front of her was the door that lead outside to the rear parking lot and the pool. Suzette walked to and through that door. The night air was warm… warmer than she had expected. She looked towards the large pool area and scanned for people. The big built in hot tub was steaming, but the jets were off. It was empty. The surface of the pool was like a sheet of glass. Even in the half darkness, she knew no one was in it. The pool area was only half lit with large lights. Most of it was now in total darkness, as was about half of the surrounding concrete deck area. The hot tub was fairly well lit. It officially closed at 11PM each night. Suzette knew she still had some time to swim, but she had been out here before on other trips well past 11 and no one ever came out to check. The lights did shut off, most likely on a timer, but no one had ever come out to check – at least not immediately after 11PM rolled around. Suzette walked down the path through the grass over to the small, waist high gate that lead into the pool deck. She opened it, walked in and closed it behind her. The whole area was closed in by a 4 foot high brick wall. Towels from swimmers and sun bathers earlier that day were scattered all about, some hanging on chaise lounges, others on the deck. All were now soaked. A few beer and soda bottles were still on the tables that were placed all around the left side of the pool. It was a nicely laid out area, with a large planter in the center that featured several small bushes and trees. The pool was all the way to the right. It was a large pool, with no real deep end – 5 feet was it’s deepest point. The huge hot tub / Jacuzzi was built right in to the concrete deck between the pool and the hotel itself. Suzette found a chaise lounge with minimal moisture, and set her towel and room key down on it. She gave a final glance around, then looked up at all the rooms that overlooked the pool area. She was in one of the unlit portions of the deck area, so she knew she was fairly hidden. Still, of the 200 or so rooms that had pool views, lights were only on in a dozen or so, and most of those had the curtains drawn. She took a deep breath and untied the robe, then slipped it from her shoulders and off, laying it over the back of the lounge. She slipped of her flip flops and headed to the pools edge. She sat on the side and first dipped her feet in, then up to her knees. “Oh…” she exclaimed… the water was sooooo warm. She lowered herself in and instantly submerged. She swam around quietly for several minutes, relishing how the warm water relieved any and all stress. Why didn’t she have a pool of her own?? It was heaven. She floated on her back a while and stared up at the clearing night sky. Several stars were now visible as the clouds were breaking up. So peaceful… After a bit she flipped over and swam the length of the pool. When she reached the wall in the 5 foot deep section, she held on to it and was about to turn and swim back… but she noticed something. Her boobs… they felt… lighter? She frowned and looked down. She couldn’t see in the dark water very well, but something was floating right in front of her face. Her top. “Oh!” she gasped. She quickly grabbed it. The tie on the back had come undone and it now was just hanging around her neck, floating to the surface. She laughed a little, nervously, and quickly glanced around. Of course, she was alone, and it was so dark out that someone LITERALLY could be in the pool with her and not know that she was practically topless. Just then, the lights went off. It was 11PM. The pool area was now only partially illuminated by the lights in the adjacent parking lot. Other than that, it was very, very dark. “I should probably take this as a sign and leave…” she thought. But she was struck by something. In her LIFE she had never skinny dipped. Her now naked breasts were actually floating in the water… and it felt WONDERFUL!! Suzette had always had an ample bust. She is a 36C ( a big C actually) but some days they felt like D’s… they were kind of heavy and bra’s only half supported her comfortably. This weightless feeling was incredible. Her heart raced a little bit as she turned back towards the center of the pool and swam back a bit, to a point where she could touch the bottom and still be underwater from her shoulders down. She held the top over her breasts a little bit… but then decided that was silly… who could see her? She waded about, absolutely LOVING how it felt. But soon the top hanging around her neck became a bit of an annoyance. “Well… I guess I could just hold it. I mean, if someone did come along, I’d be able to get it back on quickly…” she thought. She had convinced herself, and with a deep breath, pulled the top off over her head. She waded a bit more, then headed over to the side of the pool near where her robe and towel were and set her top down on the deck. She pushed off the wall and into a back float, her big breasts breaking the surface for a moment. When the cooler night air hit her bare nipples, she almost screamed. “Oh my!” she said. They hardened up instantly. She stopped and stood, looking around. Her heart rate was increasing… what was going on? GOD this felt so nice! The water here was still to her shoulders… so she started to wade towards the hot tub. She glanced all over as she did. The water level got lower and lower. First the tops of her breasts were out, then to her nipples. She stopped, took a breath, then continued. Her large breasts bounced a bit now and shook, free from their buoyancy in the water and now reacting to her movements and gravity. After a few more steps, they were completely above the water. Again, the night air on her bare, wet nipples caused a gasp. A lusty, almost naughty feeling was coming over her now… she had NEVER felt anything like this and was shocked by it… but she knew she wanted more! Still VERY aware of her public setting, and very cautious, she proceeded… but her inhibitions were started to fade just a little. She swam about a bit, but after a few minutes of that, noticed the large blue button on the short brick wall near the hot tub that turned on the jets. “Oh yes…” she thought to herself. The hot tub would feel just fantastic. She thought for a moment about going to get her top, but then hesitated and was struck by the naughtiest most daring of impulses. She gasped at the very thought, but then before she knew what was happening, she was climbing out of the pool onto the deck…. Topless. With each step up the small ladder her big breasts swayed and shook. Her bottoms had slipped a bit in back as well, but she didn’t bother to fix them. As she put her right foot on the concrete deck she looked up at all the windows. Topless in the pool was one thing. Topless on the deck? She wanted to be sure she didn’t have an audience. She saw no one and in fact more lights were off now. She pulled her left foot from the water and set it on the deck and turned. Across the pool she looked at her bikini top and the rest of her things. Then she looked down at her naked, dripping breasts. Her nipples were ROCK hard and sticking straight out. She knew that was from the cooler air, but still… they were throbbing a bit as if to remind her of her lack of clothing above her waist. Her heart pounded in her ears as she turned back towards the hot tub and started to walk towards the blue button that controlled the jets. She had NEVER been topless in a public place before, and now.. as her heart rate increased and the lusty feelings rose within her, she wondered… why not? GOD THIS FELT GOOD! She could feel her breasts bouncing as she walked. “Oh my gosh… I’m practically streaking!” she whispered as she slowed her pace a little. She was in a section now that was completely dark. The lights from the lot were blocked by a couple of large trees and a small outbuilding that stored equipment for the hotel maintenance workers. Suzette looked around. “Wow it’s so dark right here!” then she looked up. “Hmmm… no moon out tonight.” The words were barely out of her mouth when she had another impulse that she acted on without hesitation, and slid her hands down her bare sides and under her bikini bottoms. “Well... except for this one…” and she pulled her bottoms to her knees. “Oh my…” she exclaimed as the night air swept across her bare fanny. She straightened up and looked around again, heart positively pounding out of her well endowed, bare chest. She could hardly breathe. She stood in the pitch blackness of that part of the pool deck for a moment. Naked, almost. It was such an intense sexual feeling like none she had felt before. God she was ALIVE!! The bottoms dropped to her ankles and Suzette stepped out of them, again scanning for onlookers. She snatched them up, compressed them into a ball and went to toss them across the pool with her other clothes. They fell a little short and landed with a “plop” in the pool a couple of feet from where her top lay on the edge. “I can’t believe I am doing this!” she whispered. But she didn’t care, really… this was really turning her on in a way she had NEVER felt before. “Do 32 year old women do things like this?” She was about to start walking to take a quick, naked, dip in the hot tub, when she heard a noise behind her. A car was pulling into the parking lot. “Oh no!” she gasped and spun towards the lot, completely visible over the short brick wall. A car was driving in. She was about to reach down to pull her bottoms back up when the car pulled into a spot, literally about 50 feet from where she stood. She froze as the car turned off, and the doors opened. Three men in suits got out. Part 2 Suzette was panicking. She was standing in a completely unlit little section, so she KNEW they could not see her… but still. She could see THEM and she was terrified. They were loud and started to head towards the hotel. There was a walkway DIRECTLY on the other side of the pool wall that they would be walking on, and would come within about 20 feet of her. Suzette stood motionless, arms at her sides. Time seemed to stand still as she watched these three men get closer and closer. As they reached the walkway, and were within about 30 feet of her, Suzette moved her right hand quickly to cover herself a little. Or to do something else?? She wasn’t sure. Her hand slowly moved across her thigh, then naughtiest impulse of the night so far sent it farther left, and over her bush… she was positively THROBBING down below now. What was happening???? “Oh!” she gasped a little, then caught herself. Her heart about stopped as one of the men glanced in her direction. She looked into his eyes and for a minute, she was SURE he was looking into hers… but then his eyes trailed away and she knew he couldn’t see her. Suzette held her breath as they got closer and closer. She was not thinking clearly now as she started to lightly rub herself with her index finger, then two fingers… then she actually slipped a finger inside and almost screamed. She knew was gonna come…. Very soon… The men were walking right by her now, at their closest point. Suzette continued to masturbate RIGHT THERE! IN FRONT OF THEM for all intents and purposes. This was sooooo wrong but it felt sooooo good. Suddenly, they stopped. Two of them were looking… at her??? Suzette froze. “Hey! Is the pool still open??” One called. Oh god Oh God Oh God Oh God…. Suzette’s head was spinning... what’s worse, she was on the brink of an orgasm. She didn’t know what to do… they had SEEN her!!! Oh my God… stark naked!! These men… looking… at her… her boobs… her… everything… she started to haze over a little… the wave building inside of her… her fingers worked faster… building…. She opened her mouth to answer them…. Or to scream…. She wasn’t…sure… which… “No. No. Pool is closed. All closed.” …came a voice from directly behind Suzette. It was a woman’s voice, with a distinct Latina accent. Suzette almost screamed for real this time and quickly glanced over her shoulder… just in time to see a cleaning woman pushing a large cart across the deck, right over to where the rest of her clothes and things were. The men were talking to her. “Oh that’s too bad… Thanks anyway!” and they continued on. Suzette slowly turned towards the woman, just across the pool from her. She was a short, somewhat heavy woman, in her fifties or so. Her head was down and she was busy picking up the discarded towels and beer bottles. Terrified as she was of being discovered, Suzette still hovered oh so close to the edge, her fingers still inside of her, still slowly rubbing… oh…. God… She watched in silence as the woman made her way towards Suzette’s chaise lounge and first picked up Suzettes robe and towel. Then the key card, which she put into the trash bin at the front of the cart. “Oh no… what do I do?” Suzette was terrified, and yet SO turned on at the moment. On the one hand, this woman was taking all of Suzette’s things. Suzette would have to reveal herself to stop her. On the other hand, she was about to come… REALLY come. And it felt so so so so good. In fact, as more of Suzette’s things disappeared into either the laundry bin or the trash bin on the woman’s cart, Suzette felt MORE helpless and somehow got MORE aroused!! Her flip flops went into the trash. Then Suzette watched in ecstasy filled shock as the woman, smirking to herself, picked Suzette’s bikini top up off the deck and dropped it into the trash bin with a small chuckle. Suzette zoomed in on her bikini bottoms, still floating near the edge of the pool and WILLED the woman NOT to notice them. But as she watched, the woman frowned, walked over to the edge, got down on her knees, reached and picked them up out of the water between two fingers. “No…” Suzette whispered. But to no avail… “Ai yi yi.” The woman said and laughed again. Then with a flick or her wrist, Suzette’s final article of clothing disappeared into the trash bin, and the woman continued on, humming a tune as she picked up the remaining bottles and towels. Suzette started to panic as she watched the woman finish the job then head back towards the fence, pushing her cart in front of her… the cart that contained every article of clothing Suzette had worn down here! “Oh God… DO SOMETHING!” she screamed at herself in her head. But she was still hazy with lust and lingering near an orgasm. Losing her clothes like this had “cooled” her down, but just the slightest bit. Her inhibitions were still quite lowered, and even as she watched the woman disappear back into the service entrance to the hotel, her clothes now irretrievable, Suzette convinced herself that she would be ok. But how? Now that the woman was gone, and the men were long gone, the sexual energy of the situation had changed. Before she was somewhat in control… and loved it. GOD those men being just 20 feet away and her standing there NAKED was SUCH a rush!! But she knew they couldn’t see her at all. She had been safe. She had NEVER been so turned on in her LIFE! But now… she was stranded. Locked out of her hotel room without a stitch of clothing to wear!! And not just out of her room, but essentially the whole hotel!! She KNEW that at this hour the only way in was through the front door and into the lobby. “Oh God…. What was I thinking letting that woman take my clothes!!” she said out loud. She was STILL lightly touching herself, two fingers still partially slipped inside. She was teasing herself JUST enough to stay at the brink. “I mean, I am sooooo screwed!! How the ... am I going to get back into my room now??? What is WRONG with me!!!???” The reality of what lay ahead of her was starting to set in. She KNEW the only way back inside was through the lobby. She also knew that the hotel bar was practically IN the lobby and was right across from the front desk! There were always people there, usually until about midnight. She could either wait until then and maybe only face the front desk worker - or workers if there were others… or she could go now and run the risk of more people seeing her. Normally, the first option would be the no-brainer choice. DUH!! Wait until it’s cleared out… face the music with as few gawkers as possible. But… even now, totally naked, helpless and stranded, she thought about the second option… and it got her even hornier. “Oh gawd… what kind of freak am I becoming???” she said to herself. “Am I seriously considering…” and she shuddered a bit at the thought, “streaking the lobby? OK… I’ll go at least take a LOOK and see what things look like…” She knew from her past trips here that there was a back door, right near where the cleaning woman had gone back into the building, that opened into the lobby. She could see it from where she now stood. She also knew that at this late hour, it was locked – key card access only. But it would provide her with a glimpse into the lobby to scope out the situation. To actually get into the lobby through the front doors she’d need to leave the pool area, go through the parking lot, and around to the front of the building. It was a bit of a distance with little to no real cover along the way. Suzette looked around and seeing that the coast was clear, emerged from the shadows and quickly ran across the pool deck, bare feet slapping the concrete. She kept her right hand where it was, half covering, half rubbing, caressing, etc. She was acutely aware that in her heightened state of arousal, her inhibitions about being naked in public and potentially SEEN naked in public were somewhat lower than normal. So she had decided that keeping herself as aroused as possible would be a necessary, if not somewhat pleasurable, evil. She left her breasts uncovered for the moment and let them bounce around as she ran between the lounge chairs and tables, over to the small gate, and onto the path that lead to the building. Instead of going left on the path towards the door she had come out through, she went right and headed towards the small glass rear door to the main lobby. It took about 10 seconds to get there. She cringed at how well lit this area was but decided that this would be a quick stop. She crouched down next to the door, pressing her naked body against the brick façade of the building, and leaned a bit to her left to get a view into the lobby through the glass… From this door, she could see half the bar, and the main lobby itself, but the front desk was obscured from view by some large pillars. At the moment, she couldn’t see anyone. The TV’s in the bar were on though, and most of the tables in the bar area were out of her line of sight… so there could be people in there, and certainly at least a single bartender. There was usually a concierge in the lobby too, and always at least one front desk worker. She could also see the clock on wall. It was already 11:19. The lights had gone off later than she had thought. All at once, she heard a noise coming from her left. It was the door she had come out earlier!! It was opening! Part 3 She only had a split second to react. The door she now crouched behind and the door she had come out of earlier were on the same outer wall of the hotel, but about 100 feet apart. Both were well lit with outdoor lighting. She dashed to her right and ducked behind a very small shrub. She peered out and held her breath as she watched a man talking on a cell phone walk out of the door and head towards the parking lot, away from her. He disappeared around the corner of the building. “OK… I can not stay here.” She decided at that moment. She realized that even if she got caught outside, she’d STILL need to go back inside and face the front desk people to get a new room key. She decided to go into the pool area to look for something, ANYTHING to cover up with. Despite being so turned on at the moment, she defiantly preferred to have something to cover up with over walking stark naked into the lobby. A quick scan of the area proved fruitless. The cleaning woman had LITERALLY picked up everything short of the furniture. “Great.” She said to herself. She took a breath and tried to gather herself for her “grand entrance” into the lobby. Standing there, naked in the darkness, still touching herself and keeping her level of arousal as high as possible without losing control, she decided that she would have to just wait a little longer and hope that the lobby and bar emptied out. She knew this would be the most embarrassing moment of her life, but she also knew that it was now inevitable. Even if she waited until 2AM, she would STILL have to present herself, naked, at the front desk to get a key… “How could I have let that cleaning woman take all my stuff!!” she said out loud. “All my clothes? Gawd! WHY am I sooooo stupid!!??!” Suzette started to plan her final walk to the front entrance of the hotel. She would have to exit out the pool area where she had come in, then walk around it to the parking lot and sidewalk where those two men had been. Walk up the sidewalk, right to the front doors, and then… “Oh god…” she said softly and sighed. Her heart was pounding now. “Oh well… it’s not like I’ll ever see these people again. I’ll just stay someplace else next time I am in town!” she tried to comfort herself. Being SOOOO horny helped… but that was now. No one had seen her yet. Suzette had no idea what it would be like to be stark naked in that lobby. She picked out a lounge chair that was completely obscured from view by darkness, and sat down. This was the worst. Sitting there, contemplating her soon to be very public nudity, it was driving her crazy!! She started to think through all the scenarios of how it could play itself out. Would they call the cops? Would they even believe she was a hotel guest? What if they asked about her clothes? Why was she naked? She knew she had to come up with SOMETHING to say if they asked. She had NO identification on her to prove she was who she was… so why would they give her a key? Even now, her mind in a panicked state, she couldn’t remember her room number! She started to think through some possibilities for being naked like this. She thought about the old “locked myself out” thing, but she would be coming in from outside!! That won’t work. Got mugged? Nope – the cops would be involved for sure then. So what could she say?? She looked at the pool and the calm water and had a sudden longing to be skinny dipping again. That’s when it hit her. “Just tell them the truth!” She could say that she wanted to go for a swim, had forgotten to bring a suit, so she put a robe on and while she was swimming, the cleaning woman had taken the robe and room key, leaving her naked. Yeah, it was embarrassing, but she was about to walk into the lobby of a hotel completely naked. THAT is REALLY embarrassing! She waited until she could wait no longer… she steeled her nerves as best she could. “It’s now or never girl…” she said to herself and stood up. She wanted to make it look as legitimate as possible… and that meant getting wet. So she walked over to the steps, and got into the pool again, completely submerging her naked self. GOD it felt good!! She swam around for a few minutes – may as well enjoy one last dip before her grand entrance! She got back out of the pool, now dripping wet, and stood on the deck. She actually laughed out loud a little when she thought about what she now had to do. “Oh my god I can’t believe this is my life…” she said and shook her head. She let out another nervous giggle. Then she took a deep wavering breath, and headed out. She walked quickly out of the pool area, around the fence, and to the sidewalk. Once she started down the walk, if a car came along, there would be nowhere to hide… “Oh my god… oh my god…” she said as her breath started to become shorter, more labored. She looked around, and saw no one. She tried to just mechanically shut her brain down and do this. She decided to cover what she could, so she opted for the classic “I’m naked” pose, and draped one arm across her breasts, then clamped her other hand over her bush. She took a step, then another and another, and before she knew it, she was about 20 feet from the front lobby doors. Her wet bare feet smacking the concrete as she walked. Her nerves kept her totally breathless. Her mind started to swim, her heart beat soooo fast that her vision almost blurred. Another step, then another… now she could see into the lobby through the glass doors… the concierge was still at his desk, two people sat at the bar… the bartender had his back to the door, working the cash register… oh god… oh god… Another tiny step, then another… and she was detected by the sensors that automatically open the two huge sliding glass doors. She jumped a little as they slid opened, but kept walking.. forcing herself to keep moving forward… just 5 feet from the lobby now. The concierge looked up. It would all be over soon… Suzette suddenly felt warm all over… really warm. Her mouth and lips seemed to dry right up. Then her bare feet were on the cool tile of the lobby as she stepped though the door… the conditioned air was rushing past her naked body… causing her to gasp. Suzette focused on the front desk. Two women were working behind it. “Oh my god… I am naked in the lobby…” was the thought that went through her head. She was aware that people were now noticing her, and looking. Her legs felt like they were made of lead. She started to feel really light headed. She glanced over at the now slack-jawed concierge, just to her left. He was speechless. Suzette suddenly flashed back to the last time she was in the lobby… earlier today after her training class had finished. She was wearing this cute Ann Klein black business suit, with REALLY tight slacks that fit her butt really well… she loved that suit, and remembered that it took her some time to get used to how it made her butt look… everyone always said it looked hot – she thought it looked too big, but soon got over it. She’d kill for any single part of that outfit right now… The only sound other than some soft music from the bar, was the wet smack-smack-smack of her feet on the floor… at least until… “Oh my god!” said a female voice from the bar area, then some laughter. The front desk seemed like it was 100 miles away. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her mind was screaming “RUN!” her legs would not cooperate. Other parts of her were screaming as well though… her face was flush and hot with embarrassment, but she was positively THROBBING now in ‘other’ areas. The way her hand was positioned between her legs, each step was sending a wonderful little feeling that brought her that much closer to going over the edge. There was something about getting past the concierge desk and into the center of the lobby though, that had a real effect on Suzette. Now, with people behind her, in front of her, and to the right of her, and completely naked, Suzette felt like her exposure was also complete. There was nowhere to run and hide, really. She had no access to clothing or to her room. She had no way to keep everyone’s eyes off of her bare fanny, now bouncing as she walked through the lobby. The helplessness was overwhelming. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. She walked with her mouth open… breathing heavily. Her eyes darted all over now, taking in everyone who was watching her, adding to her helplessness and humiliation. It was like time stood still. No one approached her as she made her way to the desk. The two hotel desk clerks just stared, with bewildered looks, smirks, shocked expressions…. Take your pick! “Um… can… we help you ma’am?” said one of the workers, stifling a laugh as she spoke. Her name tag read “Janet”. Suzette walked up to the desk on shaky legs. “I… lost… my… room… key…” she said, totally out of breath. She leaned against the countertop for support, her knees starting to feel weak. Her ponytail dripped water onto her bare back that ran down her spine to her rear end, another unneeded reminder of her totally nude state. She felt more than a little faint. “Um – you look like you lost more than THAT!” said the other girl, a black girl with a thick southern accent and a very disapproving look on her face. She put her hands on her hips. “You had better just march your naked ass right back outta here!” “Bu-… but…. I…” she tried to speak. What was it she was going to say again? Things were getting hazy… “Listen you crazy tramp – we do not allow streakers in here!” the black girl said. The nametag on her lapel read “Wanda”. The other girl, Janet, laughed a little, but never took her eyes off of Suzette. “I’m not strea-… I mean, I lost my… um… my clothes…” Suzette started to say. “Well THAT’S obvious!” Wanda said. The other girl laughed again. “I was…. Um… skinny-dipping… in the… pool… and, um…” “OK. Now I have heard enough.” Wanda said. She picked up the phone and hit a button. “No… please…” Suzette said, realizing that this was all heading south quickly. “My clothes were stolen… I just need a new keycard…” she could barely muster a whisper at this point. “Hello Ron… it’s Wanda at the desk… can you come up here please? We have a situation.” Suzette didn’t know what to do. Her heart was racing. Her eyes glanced all around the lobby now. The two women at the bar were watching intently, as was the bartender and the concierge. “The security guard is on his way down…” Wanda said. It was all Suzette needed to hear. “Oh no…” Suzette said. At that moment, to the right of the desk, one of the elevator doors opened. It was exactly what Suzette needed to snap her into action. Suzette ran, as best she could, towards the open doors, right past the stunned older couple who had just come out. “Hey!! Get back here you crazy bitch!” Wanda yelled. Suzette bounded into the elevator as the doors closed. “Oh god… oh my god…” she felt like she would faint. She quickly hit the 10 button, now remembering that her room number was 1025. She didn’t know what she would do, but she KNEW she could not stay in that lobby!! She leaned back, her bare fanny pressing against the mirrored glass. GOD her naked image was ALL over the inside of this elevator!! As if she needed a reminder! She stared above the doors and watched the numbers climb, praying that it would take her directly to her floor. It did. The doors opened. Suzette walked towards the doors, leaving a little wet imprint of her cute butt on the mirror she was leaning against. She peered out, then stepped out into the hallway. She looked around but was alone. It was nearly mid-night and most of the guests were in their rooms for the night. She was about to head down towards her room to see if by some miracle the door had somehow not closed tight… when she caught sight of the house phone mounted on the wall near the elevator. Part 4 It hit her all at once… “Turn down service!!” she said out loud. All she had to do was call down to housekeeping and order the bed turn down service, where they come in and turn the bedding down and put the mints on the pillows. Suzette could hide in the little snack alcove where the vending machines were, just down the hall from her room, until she heard the knock on her door. Then, when she didn’t answer, the woman would unlock Suzette’s door and go in. When she came back out, Suzette would be there, and would just burst past her into the room. SIMPLE!! Suzette took a deep breath and picked up the phone. She noticed that it had no buttons. She put the phone to her ear and heard the ringing tone. “Front Desk.” Said a familiar voice… it was the white girl who had just witnessed Suzettes grand unveiling in the lobby. “Um yes. I need a turn down service for room 1025.” Suzette said. “OK ma’am… we’ll send someone right up. Have a good night!” “You too…” said Suzette, and she hung up. Then she bolted down the hall, still covering herself, and ducked into the little snack area, wedged herself between the back wall and the ice machine, and waited. It didn’t take long… maybe a minute or two, but she heard the knock. “Housekeeping… Turn down service…” said a female voice. Suzette then heard the door being opened, then shutting. Her heart started to race again (not that it had slowed much since the lobby) and she got up and dashed to her door. “Oh come on… come on…” she whispered to herself, hugging herself with both hands, trying to stop shivering. It was quite cold and nipply in the air conditioned hallway, especially since she was still quite wet from the pool. “How long does it take??” she wondered. But then… “OK guys, I’m done for the night… call me at 7 to get my lazy ass up!” it was a man’s voice – coming from the room directly across from hers!! Someone was leaving and was about to open the door that was about 6 feet from where she now stood!! “Ooooohhh!!!” Suzette knew she only had a second to react. She looked down the hall towards the elevators, but that was way too far, and most likely where this guy would be heading… so she took off running in the other direction, towards the end of the hallway and the stairwell door. It only took her a few seconds to get there, and she burst through the door just as she heard the room door opening behind her. She ran towards the stairs and went up a couple when she saw the sign on the back of the slowly closing door… STAIRWELL DOORS LOCKED ON ALL GUEST ROOM FLOORS. PLEASE EXIT THROUGH LOBBY. “Oh… no…” she said and watched helplessly as the door clicked shut. She knew she didn’t even have to try, but she did any way. YEP locked from the inside. Must be a security thing. Her tummy flipped and she fought back the urge to cry. Only one way to go… down… to the… LOBBY!! “Oh this is NOT happening!!” Suzette said out loud and was about to start pounding on the door. But for what? Who would hear her? And if someone did… what would they do? Suzette was beside herself. Her state of near ecstasy from earlier had now faded quite a bit and was replaced by fear, humiliation, and nerves. She contemplated being naked in the lobby again… that mean awful Wanda behind the desk!! And the security guard! Oh god… But again, she was acutely aware that she had no choice. She could NOT stay in the stairwell all night… she was getting cold and just really wanted to get back into her room. She made quick work of descending the 10 flights of stairs. After a couple minutes, she was standing in front of the big red metal door that read LOBBY… the only door she had passed that didn’t have that sign on it. The only door that was unlocked. Suzette racked her brain but could not remember where this door opened into the lobby. It was on the opposite end as the elevators, but still she was having trouble placing it. She slowly opened the door a crack and peered out. It was at the far end of the lobby, past the concierge’s desk. From here, Suzette could see the front desk and the bar. Only Janet was behind the desk now. In fact, the concierge was gone, as were the people who were at the bar earlier. And no sign of a security guard either. “Oh this is my chance…” she said. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a second, and stepped out into the lobby. She quickly covered up again like before, and made her way, bare feet smacking the floor, boobs bouncing beneath her arm, across the lobby to the front desk. Janet saw her right away, before she was half way there. Suzette held her hand up, exposing her bouncing breasts, as if to tell Janet to wait before she said anything. “Please! I am a guest here… I just want to get back into my room!!” Suzette said as she approached the desk. Janet grinned at her, then looked to her right, into the door way to the office behind the front desk – presumably where Wanda was. “OK… QUICK!” Janet said, and motioned with her hand for Suzette to move faster, and head towards the elevators. “I’ll meet you over there!” Suzette complied and streaked towards the elevator bay. Janet came around the front desk and met her there. She pushed the UP button. The doors opened, and both women dashed inside. Part 5 “Oh my god THANK YOU!” Suzette said. She hit the 10 button, then again leaned back against the mirror. Janet took a long steady look at Suzette with this little half smile on her face. “So… exactly WHY are you naked?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Suzette looked at her. She was a fairly young woman, maybe 22, with short, very sassy black hair, a cute face, and a slight build. She was shorter than Suzette by a couple inches. “It’s kind of a long story…” Suzette said. “Oh... that’s ok…” Janet said. “We have time.” Suzette didn’t know what she meant by that. So she decided to tell the abbreviated version. “Well… I wanted to go for a swim, but forgot to bring a suit. So I went down to the pool in just my robe and went… you know… naked.” “Skinny dipping?” Janet said. “Yes.. skinny dipping. Well, I guess the cleaning woman or someone must have taken the robe and my sandals and room key while I was swimming, because they were gone when I got out. So I had to come in through the lobby since the other doors are all locked.” “Wow.” Janet said. “That must have been so embarrassing for you.” “Still sort of is!” Suzette said, then let out a little laugh. Janet just smiled. The bell rang and the doors opened… 10th floor. Suzette peered out, saw that the coast was clear, then as she was about to dash out… SMACK!!! “OOOOUCH!” Janet’s right hand met Suzettes naked right butt cheek with some serious velocity. “Sorry… couldn’t resist the urge!” Janet said and giggled. Suzette spun around to face her assailant, rubbing her now stinging rear end with the hand that she had previously used to cover her breasts – her other hand was still between her legs. Janet’s gaze dropped from the shocked expression on Suzette’s face to her breasts. “And WOW! That is a NICE rack you have!” Suzette’s jaw dropped a little. “Uh…um… thanks…” she said, still rubbing her rear. The elevator door closed again, the girls still inside. “Very squeezable!” Janet said. And before Suzette could move, Janet grabbed one in each hand and gave a squeeze. Her hands were too small to really get a BIG handful, but the effect was the same. Suzette gasped and backed up, against the now closed elevator doors. “Oh!” she said, then let out a nervous laugh. “Um… what are you doing?” she said. Janet let go and Suzette quickly covered them. “Sorry… just couldn’t control myself for a minute!” Janet said and gave Suzette a mischievous little grin. “Something about busty naked blonds in an elevator…” Suzette didn’t know what to think! What was UP with this girl?? She really just wanted to get back to her room. “Um… so… you can get me into my room, right?” Suzette asked, and quickly uncovered her breasts to hit the “Door Open” button. “Yes… but if you keep teasing me with glimpses of your naked boobs like that, it may take a while!” Janet said. The doors opened. Janet walked out, but as she passed Suzette, she grabbed Suzettes hand before Suzette could get her arm back over her breasts. She pulled her out of the elevator. “Um… I’m… kind of… naked…” Suzette said. “Oh I am VERY aware of that.” Janet said. “No… it’s just, I sort of need my hand, to you know… cover my… um…” She said as Janet pulled her down the hallway. Suzette didn’t resist much at this point though. “With boobs THAT big, trust me… your not gonna be able to cover much with just one hand anyway!” So they walked, hand in hand, down the hall towards Suzette’s room. Suzette kept her other hand between her legs and kept her eyes swiveling around from door to door, watching, listening for anyone who may be about to come out of one of the rooms again. She suddenly felt even more vulnerable, and humiliated, walking holding hands like this with a fully clothed person. Then it happened. The inevitable. Was it inevitable?? At this point, Suzette felt… anything was inevitable. Halfway to her room now, a door opened, just a few feet ahead. Not a room door, but a service door that opened into a small room full of linens and cleaning supplies. Out walked a man and a woman… both dressed in the same uniform as Janet, both obviously members of the maintenance crew. The woman carried a bucket and sponge, the guy had a drill in one hand, a tool box in the other. They were slightly older than Suzette, maybe 40. “Oh no!” Suzette said, and tried to pull her hand from Janet’s to cover up.. but couldn’t break the grip. “Dios mio!” the woman said in a thick Spanish accent and put a hand to her mouth, and let out a laugh. The guys eyes just went wide and took ALL of Suzettes nude form in. “SOMEONE lost all of her clothes!” Janet said, stopping. “Jes.. she certainly deed!” the woman said, this time in accented English, giggling the whole time. “Oh my gosh…” Suzette whispered. Her knees felt weak again, and her head started to spin a bit. “This naughty girl was skinny dipping in the pool…” Janet said. The guy said “Skeeny Deeping?” in an equally think accent. The woman said to him “Desnuda!” “Ah!” he said. “So naughty!” Janet said. Then without warning, Janet let go of Suzette’s hand, and swatted Suzette’s naked rear end again, this time, the left cheek. “OOOOHH!!” Suzette said and jumped forward, both hands moving to her rear, exposing EVERYTHING to the maintenance people who still stood in front of them. “AAIII!” the woman said and laughed louder. The guy smiled widely and watched intently. Suzette, now mortified beyond belief, realized her error, and quickly brought her hands around front again to cover up. That brought another swat from Janet. SMACK! “OUCH!” Suzette said, again jumping, again exposing herself to cover her fanny. This time Suzette spun towards Janet. “Hey!” she said. She noticed Janet’s eyes drop to her boobs, and quickly covered them, her bare rear now completely exposed to the others. The woman made a comment in Spanish and the guy grunted “Si”. Suzette didn’t know what to do. She felt like she would faint from embarrassment. Janet was just grinning at her, the other two were no help whatsoever. “Please… my room?” Suzette pleaded. “I’m… I’m naked…. Please!” Janet’s smile grew wider. Suzette crouched down a bit, one hand between her legs, the other across her breasts. She turned sideways so that her rear end was facing the wall. That did NOT stop Janet. She merely reached around. SMACK! “OOOOOHHHH!” Suzette literally jumped off her feet this time, both hands coming around to her butt again. Her boobs bounced crazily now, exposed to everyone. Then again… SMACK!! Somehow Janet found an opening… “AAAHH!” Suzette whirled around to face Janet again, hands still on her rear. “Please STOP!!” she said. Then she ran, towards her room, away from the prying eyes of the maintenance people. “Just let me in, OK??” Suzette said, a little loud. A little TOO loud as it turns out. A door to her left opened. “Ohmygawd!” Suzette jumped again and covered as the guy in the doorway spoke. “Everything ok out here?” he asked, his eyes all over the naked Suzette. “Fine sir… just had a guest get locked out of her room. Naked.” Janet said, now coming up the hallway. “Skinny dipper lost her clothes down by the pool.” The guy smiled at Suzette. Suzette wanted to die right there. She ran down to her room and slumped against the wall… breathless. Still covering with her hands. “Please just let me in…” she begged. The maintenance people followed behind Janet a few paces. The guy watched from his door way. Janet came up and produced a keycard. Suzette’s eyes lit up. “OK… I’ll let you in.” Janet said. “In just one second…” then she smiled this evil little grin, and took two quick steps across the hall and knocked on that door, room 1024… the room that guy had come out of earlier. “Hang on!” said a male voice. “Oh god no…” Suzette said. She contemplated her options. She could dash to the stairwell… but that would mean another lobby trip. The elevators were out... where would she go? The door opened and a young, good looking guy in a dress shirt and pants stood there, in awe. “Wow…” he said, gawking at the naked Suzette, now cowering against her door. “Sorry sir, I just wanted to apologize for all the noise… This woman was skinny dipping on our pool and locked herself out.” Suzette felt like she would faint. She couldn’t even come CLOSE to looking at this guy. Why was Janet doing this?? GOD it was so humiliating! “Wow! Really? You got locked out?” he said to Suzette. “Oh god…” Suzette muttered. She then slumped against her door further, legs clamped together, and slid both her hands up over her face, using her elbows to keep her boobs somewhat covered. She just wanted this all to end. And just when she thought she couldn’t be more embarrassed or mortified… “She just streaked the lobby too!” Janet said. “Twice!” The guy laughed a bit, as did the woman from the maintenance crew, now standing right next to Janet. The guy from down the hall had come out of his room and was watching and listening from just a little ways away. “OK streaker girl! Let’s get you back into your room!” Janet said, and with that, she reached out, grabbed Suzette’s arm, and pulled her away from the door. She had surprising strength for such a small person! Suzette, startled, whirled away from the door, spinning into the center of the hallway, EVERYTHING on display again. Boobs bouncing, fanny swishing – everyone got QUITE the eyeful. “AAAHHH!” Suzette cried out and again covered up. Her bare fanny facing the guy across the hall. Janet slid the card into the reader in Suzette’s door. Beep-beep-beep. The red light lit. Failed. She dipped it again. Same result. “Hmmm…” Janet said and contemplated what to do, prolonging Suzette’s agony and embarrassment. “Oh god… please…” Suzette whimpered. She crouched down to try and keep her bare ample fanny from view. “Do you have a card?” Janet asked the maintenance woman. “No…” came the reply. The pit in Suzette’s stomach dropped even lower. “I guess I’ll have to head back down to the lobby to get a new card for you…” Janet said, with a big smile. “Hey, you can wait in my room if you want!” the guy across the hall said, a little too eagerly. At that moment, crouched down, naked in a hotel hallway, with 5 strangers watching her, recently spanked and completely humiliated, Suzette decided that enough was enough. She found an ounce of courage and stood up straight. She took a deep wavering breath and let her arms drop to her sides. Janet raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Don’t bother.” Suzette said. “I’ll go myself.” And she turned and walked past the maintenance people, towards the other gawking guy. It took EVERYTHING she had to not cover up as she noticed his eyes all over her naked, walking body. Suzette kept her head up though, and did not avoid eye contact. “But…. But… you’re naked!” Janet said, then started to follow her. “Yep! I’m naked!” Suzette called back. She strode right past the guy’s door and down to the elevators. She hit the down button. She could not BELIEVE she was about to go naked in the lobby for the THIRD time that night! But she had had enough… The doors opened and Suzette stepped in and hit the door close button before Janet could catch up. Part 6 The ride down offered her a chance to reconsider. Suzette looked at her naked reflection. “Oh my GOD are my nipples hard!” was her first reaction. All at once, about to walk naked into the lobby again, Suzette realized that she was still turned on…. more than just a little. The embarrassment of the people watching upstairs had masked it, but had also added to it. And when she thought about the very public spanking? “Oh… my…” she said and immediately let her left had slide down her bare belly, between her legs, and slipped first one, then two, then three fingers inside. She gasped at how good it felt. She felt her face start to go flush again. Her breath left her and she was right back where she had been by the pool earlier… on the brink of a huge orgasm. The bell rang as the doors opened and she jumped a little. The lobby seemed empty now. She stepped out of the elevator, hands again at her sides, she stopped touching herself… for the moment. She took a deep wavering breath, then started to boldly walk out into the center of the lobby. The front desk was deserted, as was the bar area. Her bare breasts bounced as she walked, her erect nipples pointing straight out. She looked all over but saw not a sole. ‘Great… when I WANT to find someone, I can’t.” Suzette said out loud. “Now how am I gonna get into my room?” Suzette put her hands on her bare hips, facing the front door of the hotel. “Ummm… excuse me!!” she heard a woman’s voice from behind her. Suzette looked over her shoulder and saw a woman in a suit behind the front desk. “Can I help you??” she asked, somewhat concerned, somewhat wary… Suzette took a deep breath again, then boldly spun around and walked right up to the desk, covering nothing. “Hi. I am a guest here and I was swimming in your pool earlier. Actually, I was skinny dipping. And well, one of your maintenance people mistakenly took all of my clothes and my room key. So, since I am locked out… and naked… I’d just like to get back into my room please…” and she looked at the woman’s nametag. “…Fran.” Fran was a little stunned, “Um… y-your name?” she said, and nervously pecked away at her keyboard. “Suzette Bowen.” She replied. Fran didn’t look up again. She just typed away, scanned another key card, then handed it to Suzette, who took it and said. “Thank you Fran! You have a pleasant night!” and she walked right towards the elevators. She smiled widely. She wasn’t sure what was enabling her to do this… but GOD she felt good!! It was like this total HIGH! Still horny, still nervous, Suzette had somewhat passed by the embarrassing part. She felt GREAT!! She felt alive! Her heart was POUNDING but this was awesome!! Like a naked woman in control!! She pushed the up button and waited for a minute. The door opened, and standing there was Janet. Janet’s jaw dropped when she saw Suzette. Janet was about to say something when Suzette, in a COMPLETE crazy impulse, walked right up to Janet, took her face in her hands, and planted a big kiss right on her lips. “MMMmmmmphhh!” Janet resisted for a second, then actually kissed Suzette BACK!! They stood toe to toe, kissing, right in front of the elevators. Then doors closed again, and the kissing stopped. “Wha….?” Janet was about to say. Suzette just put her finger over Janet’s lips. “Don’t even ask…” Suzette said and smiled. Janet smiled back. Suzette just reached past her, and hit the up button. The doors opened. As Suzette walked past Janet into the elevator, she stopped, turned, and swatted Janet on the fanny… firmly. “OH!” Janet exclaimed, and jumped and spun around, rubbing her bottom, staring at Suzette with a slightly bewildered look . “That’s just partial payback.” Suzette said, then winked at her as the doors closed. She hit the 10 button and the elevator lurched up. Suzette stifled a giggle with her hand… “Oh My GOD!!! I can’t believe I just did that!!” She had never kissed another woman before – not even in a drunken college moment! “That was just silly!!” she said. “What is happening to me??” The doors opened and she walked out into the hall… this time, empty of people. A part of her almost hoped someone would still be lingering around. She walked down to her room and tried the card. Half expecting the 3 beeps and a locked door, she almost jumped when the door unlocked. “Wow…” she said, and walked into her room. Her suit from earlier in the day still hung over a chair, where she left it. Her panties and bra still on the bed. The clock read 12:05. It had been just over an hour since she left her room… but it felt like a whole day. She walked over and flopped down on her bed. She took a couple of deep breaths and started to replay the whole thing in her head. It wasn’t long before she took matters into her own hands again… After several body quaking orgasms, Suzette had the best night’s sleep of her life. Stark naked. On top of the covers. END

Terri, A Day On The Boat by LostDreamer79 Terri spends the day at work underdressed. Terri's day on the boat has a bad start. Terri had been out the night before and stayed out late partying with friends celebrating a girlfriends birthday. Her boyfriend had to practically carry her into the apartment and put her to bed, so to say she over did it would be an understatement. Lance got up and left a few hours later to go to work. Terri was awakened by a car horn that startled her awake. She was naked and had to pee really bad, her boyfriend had relieved her of the skimpy sundress at some point the night before, that she had worn out that evening, as usual there was nothing under it. She realized she was about to be late for work and they were headed out on the research boat for the day to check some sample traps. She jumped up, did a quick trip to the bathroom to use the potty and brush her teeth, then grabbed a bikini from her drawer. There was an old white cropped tank top on the dresser so she grabbed it too. Hurrying to the kitchen to throw together a lunch, she managed to slip into her the rather revealing bikini bottoms, wasn't a thong but close to it. She dropped the bikini top on the counter and pulled on the well worn men's cotton ribbed cropped t-shirt while she was opening the refrigerator, the shirt was a bit stretched and old from wearing it over the years. It was one of Lance's favorites, thin, sheer, too short and it allowed her nipples to poke through quite nicely. She stuffed two bottles of propel, a bag of carrots and some fruit in her insulated lunch bag, grabbed her keys, slipped on her water shoes and hurried out the door. She sent her supervisor a text that she was on the way but might be a few minutes late. Traffic was minimal for some reason so she was a bit relieved. She pulled into the parking lot only a few minutes late and reached over for her bikini top in the seat with her lunch bag. The little cropped top was ok for just hanging out with friends, but not for working in on the boat especially with the guys who already ogle her daily, but she had become one of the guys and they looked out for her like a little sister. That's when she realized her top was still on the counter where she dropped it. "Damn it!" She said out loud, but she wasn't too worried, they were just supposed to be checking out equipment, pulling some traps and doing some side scan work for tomorrows dives on the reef. Wouldn't be the first time the guys got a few down shirt flashes, she also knew her pervert boyfriend would love hearing the stories later. She grabbed her lunch, her dry bag and hurried to the research boat but it was over at the fuel dock so she made her way over to where it was tied up. One of the guys told her to hurry up, giving her shit for being late, telling her there is a change of plans today, they are diving with the university students today. It was only 6:45 and already in the mid nineties, it was going to be a hot day on the water. The guys were watching as she stepped over into the 45 foot pacific allure research boat. Several of the guys immediately noticed Terri's lack of bikini top under the short cropped top. Her white under boobs, more like her not as tanned little boobs were peeking out from under the shirt top. She had to wear bikini tops at the apartment pool most of the time and at work. so she did have untanned areas. Her cute little hard nipples were poking through the thin top. She saw one the deck hands start to say something, "just shut the fuck up, it's all I got today!" The rest of the guys busted out laughing, the guy was red faced, "but I didn't say anything!" Was his reply. Terri went to the bridge where her supervisor was poking away on the GPS. "Sorry I am late boss, I really didn't hear my alarm. But, I thought we were just prepping for tomorrows dive today?" He looked her over, "yeah we are going to meet up with the university boat today to dive the Moran Reef and do some of your coral transplanting. We already grabbed all your supply's. You need to check with Frank and make sure we got everything. And we will be using the compressors and airlines today instead of tanks." "Anything else I need to know, my head is pounding and I need to get a few Tylenol in me." "I was going to have you, Blake, Rob and Tim on hose lines, the other three will be in SCUBA as safety divers. I don't know how many they have yet." "Ok but just so you know, my bikini top is on the kitchen counter, don't want you having a fit when I jump in or come out a bit under dressed." "Yeah, well," he paused, "you can sit today out, I'll get the safety guys to do double duty, don't want the guys getting rude with you in that top," he smiled at her. "Oh I am not trying to get out of doing my job, I fucked up and no one needs to take up my slack, just wanted to give you a heads up, this top might be a little see though when I get out the water. I just grabbed it off the dresser and was planning on putting my bikini top on, but rushed out and left it." "Well it's your call, I'm not asking you to dive like that!" "Thanks boss, I'm going to check the supplies, set up the gear and hope my head stops pounding." She headed out the door toward the back of the boat, looking back to catch him watching her mostly bare ass, nothing new, her being the only female on the crew and she doesn't mind being watched. After checking to make sure Frank grabbed everything and popping three Tylenol she headed to the stern of the boat. On deck she started helping to untangle and set up the individual hose lines, full face masks, waist belts that held lead weights and was a keeper for the hose and regulators they would be using for air supply on the reef. It was only going to be a twenty five to thirty foot dive, each dive lasting no more than forty-five minutes. They would be on the surface for little over an hour between dives, but the new factor was the college students who would be diving with them. Some she may actually know, Terri was still doing her lab clinicals to finish up her degree, and today she was the teacher. All the guys were shirtless as usual being in the sun and on the water, everyone doing their part to prepare for the days activities, when Rob tells her, teasing of course, "you know that shirt is going to mess up your tanlines, it's ok if you want to be like us!" She just rolled her eyes at him, knowing he was right and wearing just her bikini bottoms would feel better, instead of the already sweaty tank top. She also knew it would be unacceptable working topless. She also knew each time she bent over the guys would see her little boobs from the top or bottom anyway. While she was sanitizing the masks, the boat captain told them to cast off the lines. Terri let the guys handle that while she finished up the masks. There were a few of the guys she watched, they were watching her as they did their work, it helped her forget her diminishing headache. The young athletic guys, most a bit older than her, were wearing just trunks, no shirts and tanned bodies. They were easy on her eyes. Now the thought of what she was wearing was playing with her mind a bit, thinking about how she will be doing a little, probably a lot, of showing off to her all guy crew and the college crew on the other boat. Hearing talking behind her while she was coiling up the last of the four breathing air hoses on the deck near the dive platform. She looked back to her right, and four of the guys were behind her just watching and it was her they were talking about. The guys were taking in the view of her ass with her bottoms pulled up tight between her cheeks and puffy lips, with her top hanging down surely giving them a view up the bottom of her top at her small cute boobs. She had learned to enjoy the attention thanks to boyfriend's obsession with showing her off to others in public places and taking in their reactions. For the rest of the ride out she just hung out with the guys, the breeze from the moving boat making her top bounce around a bit keeping the guy's attention. She was not sure if she was flashing her nipples or not. But deep down she kinda hoped a bit that she was. The boat captain came over the intercom, "we are coming up on the dive spot, need two of y'all to go to the bow and tie off to the anchor buoy. Terri smiled at Blake, "come on let's take care of it." He was happy to do anything Terri asked of him, he followed her watching her tight half exposed little butt wiggling up the side of the boat. When she got to the bow, she looked back, "toss me the line," then she dove over the side into the warm ocean water, he thought that was going to be his job today. He just watched her as she broke the surfaces through the bubbles she had created, looking down into the clear blue water at her and her top floating up a bit as she stayed afloat waiting on him. "You going to drop the line or what?" Knowing what he was watching. "Oh yeah, coming to ya!" He pulled the line under the railing, dropping it into the guide and tossed several coils into the water. Terri swam to the line and grabbed the float with the clip attached, pulling it along to the anchor buoy and connection it. She flips around and gave a thumbs up to Blake, who waved to the Captain they were secure as he anchored the rope to the bow cleat snugging up the rope as the boat drifted back a few feet. Terri then swam to the back of the boat to climb up onto the dive platform, the guys were dropping the dive ladder and two floating safety lines behind the boat when she came around. They all looked down at her smiling, her small cotton top still floating up above her small tits. She reached for the ladder and pulled herself up out the water to her waist. Her wet top was at an angle across her upper chest sticking to her tanned body, a lot of her left under boob exposed just under her hard nipple. The rest of the shirt hugging her body like a second skin and totally transparent. "Y'all going to just stare or is someone going to give me a hand up?" Not that she needed one. Two of the guys reached out, each grabbing a hand as two consecutive waves splashed up from beneath the platform forcing water up the front of Terri, washing her top up over her boobs. They all laughed and she had to pull her right hand from the grasp of Tim so she could cover herself up. "Damn those are cute Terri, I still say you should be like the guys and loose that top today!" Rob invited her again. She just smiled back, "if we weren't working I might consider going without the bottoms too, but here we are, so not today." They all stared at her as she climbed the rest of the way onto the dive platform, readjusting her transparent top. Walking past the guys they continue to watch her, the back of her looking bare, as if the bottoms were all she was wearing. She went to the cooler and brought out the bags of coral in sea water they were going to be glueing to the dead coral below the boat. Blake came out with the caulking guns with the tubes of two part epoxy they were going to use. Then they chatted about who was doing what on the dives and waited for the boat with the college crew. They downed bottles of water to hydrate and ogled Terri while her shirt dried, she was really enjoying the attention today now that her headache was gone. When the 24 foot whaler pulled up next to them about twenty minutes later, Terri was pleased to see Belinda was among them. They had shared a number of classes over the last four years and had been out drinking and partying many times. There were four guys and three females on the boat including Belinda. Belinda was a beautiful light skinned biracial girl, a year younger than Terri, she has her moms Greek long black curly hair and facial features. Nice set of firm "B" cup boobs and a cute round jiggly bubble butt, she got that from dads genes. Climbing on board she was wearing long sleeve, what looked like a men's shirt, with the sleeves rolled up as a cover up. After the whaler was tied up, Terri met Belinda half way giving her a hug. "I am so hoping to see you today, I am going to be documenting our project, got the camera in the boat! You're not diving with us though, I was hoping to get some photos of you on the reef!" Belinda asked seeing her in the tiny white top instead of a bikini top. Terri giggled, "well today is your lucky day, I am leading the first team, and this is me today!" "Oh my, you can't be serious, my guys will go crazy if they see you in the water in just that! Not to mention on deck, a few already made comments when we were tying up, we could see up your top a bit!" Belinda was a bit surprised by Terri's claim, but she also knew she wasn't shy having been out with her and her boyfriend in the past. Once everyone was on deck, Frank, the dive master, did a safety briefing followed by Terri giving an operational briefing on what they will be doing and how she wanted the grafting done, including hand washing and gloves for those handling the coral. Most of the guys half listening watching her under boobs and little nipples poking through her now dry top. Belinda and one of the safety divers were preping their gear and were about ready. Terri turned her head to watch when Belinda shed her shirt, several of the guys did as well. She was wearing a small narrow triangle top and matching lime green bottoms that did little to conceal her bubbly smooth round ass. No one elected to wear wet suits or even dive skins in the 88 degree Florida water. Each of the two teams for the first dove, one person from the company researchers and a college student made up a team, they readied their gear, along with a mesh bags with live coral and epoxy to attach living coral to dead coral heads. One of the younger college guys, Lewis, was paired up with Terri, he was a bit shy acting, trying not to look at Terri's top as they chatted. Terri told him, "I'll pick the spot and you just push the piece of coral into the epoxy binder, just hold it a few seconds and that's it." He just nodded his head, mesmerized but Terri's cute looks and bare skin. The two scuba divers dropped in first, Belinda was expecting Terri to half loose her top when she jumped in and wanted to be ready. As were the others who were watching from the deck of the ship hoping to get a glimpse of her little boobs. Sure enough as soon as Terri hit the water her top was around her neck. Terri just dropped down to the sandy bottom surrounded by thousands of tiny bubbles, disappointing those top side. She and her college guy went to work, him pulling out coral and her applying epoxy. He was paying more attention to her floating top and bare breasts then where the coral was going. She had to keep pushing her top down to keep it out the way so she could see what she was doing, the whole time Belinda was snapping pictures, Terri gave her the middle finger several times knowing she was just taking pictures of her little exposed boobs. The safety diver was keeping an eye on Terri as well. Terri and Lewis were about three quarters the way done with their bag of coral when Frank, the safety diver, told them time was up. When Lewis put the next piece of coral into the epoxy that Terri had just applied they headed to the back of the boat. Frank and Belinda both waited until all the others were on deck before exiting the water themselves. Terri was the center of attention as she exited the water, soaking wet and her top a little more stretched out, her transparent shirt made her look all but topless. The girl who was on the other team giggled, she was with Tim from her boat, "Terri, your top was useless down there just floating around, kinda like it is now, I agree with Tim, no need to even wear it." Terri glared at Timmy then asked her, "you girls going topless too?" None of the girls seemed to be interested in joining her, Terri was hoping Belinda would have stepped up though. After swapping out gear, some quick mask cleaning, the other safety diver entered the water followed shortly by the other four research divers. Belinda had to sit this one out for her safety break. Terri and Belinda took a seat on the bow to rest and eat their lunches having burned up a lot of calories. Terri arranging her stretched out top to maximize her exposer not wanting to get tan lines where there were none. Belinda laughed at her, "girl just take it off, we all seen what you got down there!" "Yeah I kinda figure that, it was all in my face the whole time, but it had to look kinda hot didn't it?" Belinda giggled, "are you kidding, you looked hot as hell, topless would have been better though. Hell nude would be awesome! I'd love to get pictures of you like that!" Terri just laughed at her, downing the rest of her water bottle. "You know I have a friend that can make that happen, you got to leave your bikini at the dock too though, her husband is who I work for now and she is a goddess!" Belinda cut her eyes at Terri grinning, "the bosses wife? She likes the all over tan thing?" "She likes the no clothes thing! Remember me telling you how I got this job? She was the one who won the 'bare as you dare' contest. And then stayed naked after the contest!" "Oh my, I like her already!" Terri giggled, "you have no idea, she's in her thirties and looks like a college cheerleader!" After loosing track of time they heard the second crew boarding the boat and headed to the back to get ready for their next dive. After retrieving the last of the coral, the rested researchers readied for their second dive. Two of the guys were helping Belinda with he BC, she asked Terri again if she wanted to just forgo her top this time, telling her it will just be in the way like last dive. Terri laughed at her, " you go first, I'll be right behind you!" Then and gave her a middle finger, several of her guys laughing, telling her they would hold their tops for her. Terri grabbed her moth piece, pushed it into her mouth and dropped down to the bottom before Frank and Belinda were ready. Standing in the sand below the boat she watched and waited. Before anyone else splashed in over her, she pulled her mouth piece free and pulled the shirt up over her head, and replaced her mouth piece. She tied her top to her weight belt, quite proud of her daring stunt. Even though her top floated up last dive, being totally topless just felt mischievous, daring and erotic all at the same time and she liked it. With her hair in the pony tail Belinda immediately realized Terri had shed her top and headed toward her. Terri's little nipples poking out as tight as ever. Lewis wasn't far behind and didn't realize it until he was almost next to her. She raised a finger toward her face to try and tell them to keep it between them. This flustered Lewis even more but he went about preparing to do the placement of coral after handing Terri the epoxy gun. Frank finally made his way from the other group to Terri and Lewis, giving Terri a thumbs up, she motioned to him to keep it quite as well. The time flew by for them, watching Terri swimming about in just her bottoms. They finished up their allotment, then Terri replaced her top, pulling it on and off in the water stretched it out a bit more. At the surface they boarded the boat, the second crew began breaking down gear as each diver came onboard. As soon as Frank got on deck, he asked Terri, "hay cutie, why did you put your top back on?" Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. She just smiled and told him, "cuz you all can't handle it and we got work to do, besides it was in my way down there, right Lewis?" "He blushed a little, "oh yeah it was definitely out of the way!" Some of the others on her crew protesting that it's not fair because they didn't get to dive while she was topless, even though her tank top was completely sheer leaving nothing to the imagination. She just laughed and waved them off getting to work cleaning, rinsing and stowing gear. Once they were done the crew said their goodbyes to the college student's and both boats headed to the docks. It was well after 4:00 when they tied up at the marina, her tiny tank top dried from the sun shine and wind while up on deck. She pulled her phone out the dry bag. Having lost two phones in four months, she never takes it out on the boat anymore. There were a few missed calls, regular and FaceTime, and a text message from her boyfriend telling Terri he had grabbed her 4Runner and left her the Harley soft tail, and that he needed it to move a bunch of boxes, telling her he hoped she didn't mind. She rolled her eyes having flashed people all day and now she was going to have to ride the bike home in her bikini bottoms and little stretched out cropped tank top, what could possible go wrong she thought to herself. After securing the boat and cleaning out the coolers the crew said they're good byes, the guys still ogling Terri in her little top and cute half exposed ass cheeks as she headed toward the parking lot. She found the bike with no problems, then checked the two side compartments, empty, so she stuffed her cooler bag and dry bag inside. He did leave the helmet she worn, a half cap, riding gloves and sports glasses, looked more like sunglasses. She was a bit ticked, she was no wear near dressed properly to be on the Harley, especially having to take the interstate hoping she didn't have any run ins with bugs, but then she thought, "I'm going to be about naked riding home, this might actually be fun!" Knowing from past rides the wind likes to push up regular t-shirts and the stretched out cropped top could get interesting quick. She hopped on and secured her iPhone in the holder, plugging her phone into the bikes communication system. Leaning back looking down at herself tiny top and mostly bare body and giggled to herself hoping she didn't get stopped on the way home. She fired up the powerful motor between her thighs, having to lean forward a bit, the bike a bit big for her petite stature, she could feel the nylon material of her bottoms bunching up in her ass crack, making a lot less rear coverage. She also knew the little shirt was hanging away from her small tits as well, giving anyone near eye level a possible up shirt or side view via the arm holes. The thought of flashing more strangers gave her a little tingle. She giggled to herself, feeling a bit daring as she shifted the bike into first and headed towards the exit of the marina. Driving down the secondary street the wind felt good in the now mid ninety degree temperature having cooled off a few degrees. Her body still having a slight layer of perspiration popping out. Turning onto the north/south highway towards the interstate she started to feel the back of the tiny top flapping up her bare back from the updraft caused by the movement of the big bike rumbling over the pavement. She thought to herself, "this could get interesting when I go a bit faster!" She was getting a lot of waves and smiles from others on motors, and guys especially in vehicles as she passed them. And why wouldn't she in her bikini bottoms and bouncing short stretched out cropped tank top, she had a lot of bare tanned skin she was showing off. Soon she was headed up the on ramp to I-95. Picking up speed the wind blowing her hair back still tied up in a pony tail bouncing off her back, already feeling the the back on the cropped tank top flopping up and down again. As she was switching lanes to get out of the merging traffic she felt the of the shirt at the back of her neck, followed by the front of the shirt slip over her her cute almost "b" sized tits and up to her neck. She just giggled picking up speed to move through the traffic. After a few miles she thought to herself, the only thing that would make it more exciting would be if she was totally topless, but knew the cops wouldn't appreciate that, or would they. She was cruising along, horns beeping, lots of woohooing, when her phone rang, she looked down to see it was her boyfriend Lance FaceTiming her. She giggled and hit the answer button with her left hand then adjusted her little boom mic, "hay baby, the people on the interstate are loving that you left me the Harley to get home on!" "Holy crap, where are your clothes? Your practical naked!" "I almost wish I was, at least without this top, it is annoying like this, it keep slapping my skin and it stings." He sees her tug the top down a bit briefly but as soon as she lets go it jumps back up to her neck. "Seriously, I'd love to see that too! Do it!" He is staring at this phone watching the shirt hugging her neck, both her white untanned boobs and taunt small nipples on display. "I can't just take my top off on the interstate, I'll get a ticket or arrested, I am pushing it now!" There is yelling in the background from guys next to her but he can't understand them, but he loves the idea of her being exposed in public. "Yes you can, do it, just pull your left arm free and over your head! I am recording you now! You look fucking awesome!" She looks around, plenty of people are watching her ass and boobs already and she can feel the tingle between her thighs, the vibration of the engine not helping calm her excitement. "Baby, just rip it off and let it go!" "You're crazy, I can't do that!" He hears some more yells, "nice tits girl!" From a passing motorist, sounds like a female voice. "See they can already see them, do it for me!" "Yeah us too!" She hears in the background. "Who is with you in my truck?" He laughed, "no one!" "Yeah right, pan your phone and show me!" He laughed again and moved the phone, three guys in the backseat and another in the passenger seat. One in the back yells out, "ok you saw us now take off the shirt and let us watch you ride topless, you know you're fuckin loving it!" Several of them now joining in, "strip it off," "we want an unobstructed view of those pretty titties," "we have seen them already just do it!" Terri knew a few of them, the others she had no idea who they were, but she was eating up their comments and attention. She knew she only had a few more exits to go and her apartment was only two and half miles from the interstate through the back street. "I better not go to jail for you assholes!" Then reached back and pulled the shirt over her head. The guy behind her can't believe what he is watching, this already almost naked cutie was peeling her top off in front of him. She uses the wind to wiggle her left arm free, the shirt now flapping from her right shoulder. She can hear the guys yelling over her helmet head set, "she's fucking doing it!" Then she engages the clutch lever to maintain speed and drops her right arm back, the top is gone with the rushing wind. One of the guys yells, "tell her to meet us at the new store before she goes home, I want to see those in person!" The guys knowing she would have to ride the bike across town a good twenty minutes away. "Tell him fuck no!" She speeds up to get over knowing her exit is coming up. Her boyfriend and his buddies still watching her over her phone's camera. Her heart pounding knowing if she gets stopped there is no way she will be able to talk her way out of it. Getting off at the exit she manages to make the right turn without being delayed by traffic. Then Terri was able to make the turn to get off the main highway and head down the less traveled streets to her apartment building. In minutes she is pulling into the bike parking area, she drops her arm across her boobs, now feeling a bit vulnerable, "Bye," she tell the guys and disconnects. Hurrying to grab her bags and head inside using her lunch bag you cover up her boobs. Within minutes her phone buzzes, "Come join us at Spanky's then for a drink or two, and dress sexy!" He texted her after she hung up on them. She just laughed thinking about his request and what she might wear if she decided to join them. After her day of constant exposure she was still quite excited, having had no relief since it started that morning, she was actually desiring more for herself. After washing the salt water from her body and resisting the urge to touch herself knowing she was limited on time. Using her flat iron she quickly put some crimps in her hair to make it look a bit wild. Going to her closet she pulled her sheer long sleeve black button up dress off the hanger and tossed it on the bed, it is more of a beach cover up, with the little roses on it. Then dug through her dresser for her black booty shorts she usually wore with that dress along with the black wedding buster bra. She added a little make up to her eyes and some blush to her cheeks, she really didn't need any for her tanned face. Sitting on the edge of the bed putting on a pair of thigh high black socks with red bands, Terri was thinking about her ride on the Harley earlier. Reliving how her boyfriend got her to finish stripping off her top while his friends and lord knows how many commuters on I-95 looked on, it only renewed her excitement and dampness between her legs. The more she thought about it the more she wanted to teach him a lesson, that she is not just a sex toy. Even though it had her extremely excited at the moment and many other times in the past, maybe it was just an excuse for her to show off on her own. She picked up the buster, then decided to just toss it back on the dresser and go braless. She knew her hard pink nipples and little tits would be seen through the barely there dress, and she likes the idea. She reached for the low rise lace booty panties and decided, "fuck it, he wants his friends to see me, fucking all of me, game on bitch," then picked up the sheer button-up dress and slipped it on, leaving the top two buttons undone. It stopped about mid thigh, a bit above her knee socks. Looking in the mirror she knew anyone looking at her later would have no doubt there was nothing under it, it made her giggle and damp between her thighs knowing she was about to be almost naked in public again today. She slipped on a pair of slutty looking heels, not even bothering with a purse, she headed out the door to meet her boyfriend at Spanky's. She giggled at herself as she prepared to mounted the Harley, again looking around for neighbors who might be watching her wearing the sheer dress and thigh socks, "I bet I am a sight in this outfit, I do feel a bit slutty!" She giggled to herself. She hiked up the dress to swing her leg over feeling the now cool leather against her bare pussy and ass. She brought the bikes motor to life vibrating between her thighs. Heading out the wind rushing up along her legs which helped bring the dress to her upper thighs. She was loving the feeling of the breeze rushing between her legs tickling her bare pussy under neither. At the first red light she came too, she smiled at the guy looking down at her from a lifted Ford truck with big mud tires. Still looking up into his eyes, Terri reached down releasing the bottom button as she smiles back at him with an evil grin on her face. "He wants people to see me, I am going to make it happen!" She mumbled to herself. It was already quite obvious she wasn't wearing panties, but when she pulled away from the red light the dress blew back, now opened up a bit more over her thighs and she was enjoying the feeling of being overly exposed, her white untanned crotch glowing. The wind had not exposed her small boobs but she could feel the wind swirling around inside her loose fitting dress. Terri had enjoyed her exposure earlier on the way home from work and it had excited her quite a bit, just as it was doing now with the bottom of her dress pushed open giving her the same familiar feeling. Arriving at Spanky's she saw her 4Runner already there. She retrieved her phone from the holder and headed inside, her heart pounding knowing everyone was about to be treated to her naked body beneath the see thru dress. The thigh socks just made her look even more adorable and very desirable. Terri entered the bar with her head held high full of confidence and a stomach full of butterfly's. She noticed the volume of the conversations go a bit lower. Terri's boyfriend, his buddies and the rest of the patrons stood there with the mouths open staring at her. "Holy fuck Terri, we can see, see all of you in that dress!" One of the guys said looking her up and down, spreading extra time examining her lack of panties. Her boyfriend still hasn't found his words yet looking at her tits and lack of even a tiny g-string, her smooth pussy and slit, a bit concealed only by shadows and the way she is standing in front of them. "So is this 'In Person' enough for who ever said that on the phone?" She said with a hand on her hip, and her knee bent. "Well on the phone you weren't wearing a top, but that's a damn good start!" He was staring at her adorable little tits the whole time as the top slid around over her nipples as she moved. Smirking she looked at her boyfriend, "well Lance doesn't mind y'all or anyone else seeing me so," she waved to the bartender who was ogling her as well, "I think I need a double Patron please!" The guys all looked at each other not sure what she meant by her unfinished comment. When she turned for her shot, they could all see the outline of her tan on her white ass from the bikini bottoms she had been wearing to work the last few months. Her top wasn't as white, having moved her top around and off at the beach when she could get away with it. "Damn that's a killed ass she's got too Lance!" One of his buddies said out loud. She downed the double tequila shot and asked for another. One of the guys asked her, "what did the 'so' mean in you last comment?" She just smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders, giving him a wink. As a few other people they knew joined them after seeing Terri walk in and wanted a closer look. Lance finally apologized for leaving her to ride the Harley home not knowing that was all the clothes she had, but also added how hot she looked almost naked on the interstate. "Almost, Lance all she was wearing just was her bikini bottoms! And judging by those tan lines there wasn't a lot covered up back there!" One of the guys said. Looking at her ass standing behind her. Terri just giggled, "so you noticed my ass too?" Taking her second double tequila shot from the bartender, "let's do one more." They all laughed, "we noticed everything sweetie!" "Well I hope I didn't disappoint!" Then downed the third double Patron shot. Billy was quick to tell her, "I don't see anything disappointing, except your not completely naked! Right Lance?" He just smiled, "she knows we aren't ever satisfied." She could already feel the tequila warming her body, causing her nipples to become rock hard against the practical invisible material. The attention from the small group of friends and other ogling her, was adding to the dampness between her legs. One of the guys laughs, "yeah, I agree with Billy, the only thing disappointing right now is there is a dress on you! You're wearing more than you were on the bike you were riding on the Interstate!" She grinned at him giving him a wink and shrugging her shoulders again, then giggled. Another guy not with Lance earlier asks, "what the hell was she wearing on the interstate?" "Dude, nothing but her little red bikini bottoms riding Lance's Harley!" One of Lances friends tells him. "No shit! Wish I coulda seen that shit, she's hot as fuck!" Terri grins at them, "wouldn't be the first time I was naked in this bar. Was kinda fun last time!" This time the guy realized maybe she was giving him, someone maybe, anyone permission to expose her more. The bartender called out to her, "ready for this one Terri?" When she had to lean against the guy who made the comment about the bike to get her drink, the circle around her had become a bit fuller because of other guys wanting to see her in the dress. She felt the guys hand move across her chest briefly flicking her hard nipple, then the feeling of the dress open up more, she knew one of the five remaining buttons had just been released. She smiled taking the shot from the bar, looking back over her shoulder at him smiling. No one noticed as her boobs could already be seen through the material. But the guy knew, seeing the opening a bit lower to just below where her bra would have been had she been wearing one. Lance was too busy watching others watching Terri. Terri winked at the guy who released the button and tweaked her nipple, giving him an approval for what he had just done. Lance was quite excited and proud of his hot sexy girlfriend who was finally taking his suggestions, on her own to be more revealing in her outfits. Showing more skin was what it came down too, he wanted exposed tits and ass in public and he was now getting it, and more. Several of the guys chatting her up telling her how sexy she looked, how daring her dress was, all giving approval, of course some suggestion more. Ignoring the fact her boyfriend was right there. Same guy as before who was standing behind her, reached around and handed her another shot glass. As soon as she took it, with the others watching this time, his hand reach for her dress releasing another button. They all just stared and smiled seeing her dress now open to almost her belly button. A few giving a quiet "damn it." Lance missed it showing a few guys the video of her on the Harley earlier. She downed the shot, then turned around and give the guy a hug, "I know what your doing, I like it and I don't give a fuck!" She could feel his hand again before she removed her arms from his neck. "Are you trying to get me naked?" She giggled to him. When she turned back around a few guys made comments seeing the dress open showing her bare tummy and belly button. Only two buttons left somewhat hiding her almost bare pussy beneath the sheer dress. The curves of her little boobs showing almost to her nipples from the center. Now when she started leaning or turning they could see inside the dress, even though they could already see them through the dress, they just seemed more exotic uncovered in the bar. Lance finally noticed, "oh damn baby, you stripping for us?" "Not me, I'm innocent!" She giggled the tequila having her head buzzing. He reached over sliding the right side off her shoulder. She didn't do anything to stop him or the sleeve from dropping off her shoulder. A cheer went out as the dress fell away revealing her right tit, tummy and side to below her belly button as the right side of the dress dropped lower, the sleeve bunching up down her arm. No one outside the group could really see what was happening as they crowded around Terri to get better looks and snap pictures of the slutty drunk exhibitionist. This time Lance saw his friend reach around and release another button on his girlfriend's dress. Then his hand remained and dropped to the last one as well. This allowed the dress to fall apart down the center completely exposing her smooth bare pussy. Another cheer a bit louder this time, someone pushed the other side of the dress off her left shoulder. A few other hands reached for her boobs and pinched her nipples. She giggled not doing a thing to stop them, resting her hands on the forearms of some of the guys groping her. Lance just watched not sure what to do as a guy he didn't know reached around from behind her cupping both her little boobs in his hands then rolled her nipples between his thumb and fingers. Terri just closed her eyes letting the guy grope her, the dress hanging at her elbows. When another guy reaches around slide a finger between the folds of her pussy and she again did nothing to stop him either. One of Lances buddies told him it was time to call it a night before she was stripped and fucked in front of him. Lance just watched what was happening to Terri as she moved her right foot to the rail on the bar stool next to her. Lance and the others could see the two fingers sliding in and out of her glistening pussy. She grabbed the forearm of the hand between her legs as he was fingering fucking her. Realizing things were quickly getting out of hand, Lance pulled Terri away by her arm, taking her hand leading her towards the exit. The four other guys that came with him followed close behind. On the way out, the guy behind her pulled her dress back to her shoulders, to somewhat cover her naked body. Once outside Terri giggled and slurred, "no way I can ride your fucking bike Lance, I'm way too fucked up, you drive it, Billy can drive my truck and I'll just ride with him." One of the guys suggesting she just strip off the dress and ride naked. But Billy told them that's a good way for them both to go to jail. Lance thought nothing of it handing Billy the keys, "Ok, meet you at our apartment!" As Lance turned to walk away towards the Harley. "Lance here take this with you!" As he turned back around she tossed her dress at him. Leaving her in her thigh socks and heels. The guys laughing and doing some "damns" and "whoo's." He stood there watching his sexy teen looking girlfriends bare ass wiggling toward her truck with four guys helping her, and she was looking extremely slutty in only her thigh socks and heals. She turned around as she got to her truck blowing him a kiss then groped her own bare left boob with her right hand. "I love your idea of me being naked around your buddies!" Then she gave a wave to a few other people headed inside the bar before getting into her truck. The guys all but lifted the drunk hottie into the truck having already opened the back door for her to get in. Terri ended up sitting in the middle on the back bench seat. As soon as the doors closed she told them, "I am horny as fuck and need some dick!" She reached to her left working Ben's zipper down, his cock already hard just from watching her nude body and her sitting next to him. Terri turned getting on her knees and started sucking Ben's cock before they got out the parking lot. "Holy shit, I have dreamed of this shit since the contest when she got naked, hoooo shit that feels good!" As he watched her engulfing his dick between her soft lips. Billy turned on the interior light so everyone could see Terri, not realizing the interior light cancels out the tinted windows. The guy on the other side seeing her spread wet pussy, a knee on the seat, her other foot on the floor, waisted no time pushing a finger inside her causing her to arch her back and moan. Jay started finger fucking her making her instinctively push back against his hand as he added a second finger making juicy pussy noises. His other hand going to her small right tit groping it and pinching her nipple, the guy she was blowing having her left tit in his hand. "Shit she has a sweet ass," the guy behind her says. She was obviously enjoying the two guys manhandling her when Britt in the front passenger seat turned around in the seat took her right boob in his hand when Jay grabbed her hip. Britt was also grabbing her ass cheeks searching for another opening, joining in on the fun with Lance's nude horny girl friend. She managed to let out several moans and gasps, "Oh fuck you guys, this feels so fucking good, don't stop!" Billy watching in the mirror, "well fuck me, why did I have to drive?" Terri giggled and paused, "I'll come up there and suck your dick too, just chill!" Then went back to the cock she in her hand she was sucking. "Dude this girl is unfucking real, damn she is good! Lance is one lucky bastard to have a babe like this! We got to do this more often!" Terri just moaned and shook her head yes, the cock buried deep down her throat. The guys all laughed praying she might be serious. Ben started pushing her head down thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth, then holding her there as he blew his load down the back of her throat. When she came up for air she told the guy on the other side, "I need more than your fingers!" Reaching to open his jeans. Jay quickly helped releasing an impressive piece of meat. "Oh yummy," Terri cooed, then straddled his legs, holding onto the front seat headrest and lowered herself down guiding him with her hand until he was inside her, his cock growing larger. "Shit I have always wanted your ass, you are so fucking adorable!" Grabbing her hips and bouncing her up and down going deeper with each thrust inside her. The other two kept playing with her little tits. They were trying to hang onto her boobs as she bounced up and down, riding the big cock inside her hanging onto the back of the front seat to steady herself. "Oh God fuck me harder, I want more inside me, faster, I want all that big cock inside me, make me cum, ohhhh shitttt that feels so fucking good!" She screamed, her head occasionally bouncing off the roof of the truck, Jay hanging onto her pony tail for leverage. Jay flipped her back over, face down in Ben's lap again, on the seat pulling her ass up and pushed back into her, his shorts to his ankles, having pulled his left leg free. She became very vocal, screaming how good it felt and how big he was inside her. He finally dipped his thumb into her juices and then surprised her pushing his thumb into her ass making her scream, then yelling "no, no, no! Oh fuck, I'm..." He surprised her with the new intrusion. She then collapsing into the seat as her pussy spasmed around his cock, her legs trembling. As soon as she relaxed a bit he went back to fucking her pussy, pulling her knees back up on the seat, his thumb moving slowly in and out her ass hole. Her moaning and begging continued, "Lance has never fucked me like this, please don't stop!" Billy told them they were almost back to the apartment and Jay needed to finish before they got there so Lance wouldn't know. Terri lifted her head, "beach, drive to the beach, oh fuck I'm cumming again!" She squealed. Billy knew just where to go so they all could play with her at the same time. He drove a little faster than he should have wanting to get his hands on her. They soon arrived and parked behind a few trees, almost next to another SUV that had parked in the shade of the tree at the county park. Britt in the passenger seat hoped out and opened the back door to watch and video Terri taking the cock buried deep inside her. The guy fucking Terri from behind finally grabbed her pony tail again pulling her head back, pounding into her faster and grunting. Terri could feel him swelling within the walls of her stretched pussy. He pulled her hair hard to push himself as deep as he could before releasing his seed deep inside her. When the guy started going soft inside of her, Terri hopped out the open door on the drivers side going to Billy, dropping to her knees in the parking lot, one of her thigh socks bunched up below her knee, the two of them made quick work of his shorts and boxers. He had been waiting to play with her and was already to go. All four of the guys, including Billy who was pulling his shirt over his head looking down at her, watched her giving him a blow job that he would never forget. The parking lot lights illuminated her naked petite little body as she worked his cock in and out her mouth occasionally taking his scrotum into her mouth while she jerked him off, two of the guys catching her porn performance on their phones, her own fingers rapidly rubbing her clit. He finally stepped out of his shorts and boxers and pulled her up by her pony tail and pushed her against the back seat of the open door of her 4Runner. She bent over on her own wanting more dick inside her as Billy lifted her right leg for better access. She loved the feeling of being groped and fucked in public where others could watch. This was heaven to her as the guys took turns with her little tits while she was being fucked. She occasionally looking around for the owners of the other cars parked near by, wanting more of an audience to put on her show. Billy had her right leg up even higher to get full access to her already creamy pussy, making wet slapping noise as her juices and cum leaked down her legs. She heard giggling and looked over to see what looked like two soccer moms staggering a bit pulling a beach wagon to a car parked a few spots over from her 4Runner. They had stopped after the sun went down and had quite a few drinks at one of the beach front pubs. They kept watching as they got closer and then loaded up their beach gear. The one who appeared to be the driver asked the other, "are you ready to go or are you getting off on watching that girl getting fucked by the naked guy?" "Are you kidding, this is wild as shit, looks like something I would have done back when I was her age, I want to watch, I mean look at these guys, they are hot and naked too!" The driver asked Terri, "sweetie, you good, I mean you sound like you are having fun over there!" Terri just smiled and rapidly shook her head yes, gasping for air. One of the guys looking over at her, smiles and asks her if she wanted to join in. She laughed, "I am a bit old for those games now but watching is making me a bit excited!" "Lady, you're never too old and you still got it going on, I would do you or your friend in a heart beat, come on over and you can play with this!" Britt told her. He grabbed himself, his shorts showing a bit of a tent pole, he had been waiting for his turn with Terri. The older lady was a MILF for sure, looked to be in her late thirties maybe early forties, short red hair, very pretty face, firm tanned arms and legs cover in sexy freckles, she stood close to six foot, tall and slender with a nice round Irish redhead ass. She was wearing a regular modest black bikini, the bottoms weren't quite a thong, more of a Rio cut that showed off a lot of her bubbly ass cheeks, with two triangles to the top that covered her heavy "C" boobs. She was wearing a hallow weaved thigh length black cover up that hung open down the front. The guys not playing with Terri could tell the lady was contemplating it. She kept looking back at her friend, biting her lower lip, smiling with an evil drunken grin. She dropped her purse in the front seat, her hands empty now, she took a few steps forward, "let's see what you guys got sweetheart!" Looking Britt and Jay over, the guys also wanting to get a closer look at her. Ben, who Terri had earlier given a blow job too had also moved toward her all ready, "you want to leave that cover in the car too, I'd love to have a better look at what's under that net cover up." She again looked back at her girlfriend who was laughing, "don't be shy Betty, you were drooling over the young guys playing volley ball, now you got a few of your own to play with!" "This is fucking crazy, I can't do something like this, I've never, well not in a long time anyway! And besides we are in a public parking lot!" Britt walks to her, "as you can see Terri doesn't care we are in a parking lot, let me help you out!" Reaching out slowly pushing the cover up off her shoulder. She dropped her cross arms to let him. "No really this is insane, y'all are a bit too young and..." but nothing followed as she let him repeat with the other side. Betty giggled as she looked back at her girlfriend, "please tell me to stop, this is craziness!" Then she let her cover drop to her hands, her nipples already poking hard against her bikini top. She looked back again at her girlfriend, "you need to come over here too if we are going to play with them, you can't just watch!" The driver laughed, her phone resting on top of her car pointed at her slightly inebriated girl friend, "girl I'm married, but like you said, it is exciting watching them and you, you can be as slutty as you want, I just want to watch you handle those young cocks, you deserve it!" Betty looked over at her girlfriend with her phone pointed at her, they both giggled. "Go ahead, I'll never tell," the driver told her. Jay took her right hand leaving the other to hold the cover up, while the other two guys watched and waited as she was being relieved of her garments, he placed her hand against his hard dick in his shorts, "want to see it?" Her eyes got big as she palmed his hardon relieving it was a bit bigger than average, she begins sliding her hand up and down it's length, she smiled and shook her head yes. Ben, close enough to touch her watches, and is waiting for the right time while he was checking out her soccer mom body that has been well taken care of over the years. Slight tummy bulge, little bit of a sag to her ample full boobs that over flowed the bikini top a bit, they looked soft and bouncy. And still a nice plump round ass, that seemed to be her best asset and she knew it. Jay who fucked Terri in the back seat moved over closer to see what was unfolding, and get a better look at the older lady who was beginning to loose what little she was wearing. She dropped the cover-up on the pavement and was fumbling with the guys zipper and belt as he pulled his shirt over his head revealing a toned tanned chest. Betty looked back again, "not a word to anyone you bitch!" She pulled his cock free wrapping her hand around its girth as his shorts dropped, he wasn't wearing underwear, he stepped out of his shorts so he would not trip over them, standing in front of her naked. "Oh my!" Came a comment from Betty's friend, as she watched her friend stroking the cock in her hand and her other hand rubbing his bare chest. She decided maybe it wouldn't hurt to get closer and not have the car in the way so she could watch and video unobstructed. He looked Betty in the eyes, "I want to see your tits, do you mind, can I?" She didn't say a word, just slowly nodded her head yes as she continued to stroke the growing cock between her fingers. "Britt, you want to fuck Terri now, I'm done here?" Billy asked, turning to watch what was happening behind him, his cock glistening with Terri's juices and on his still semi hard. Kelly's friend smiles, "now that looks nice young man!" Staring at his nude body comparing him to Britt's body. Britt laughed, "you damn right I do!" Leaving Betty to Ben and Jay who was being jerked off. Ben reached behind Betty's back, untying her top, then behind her neck pulling her top away revealing two very white big pretty breasts and hard small dark pink nipples that hadn't seen any sunshine in a long time, unlike the rest of her contrasting tanned body. Ben dropped the top and reached out taking her boob in his hand feeling how soft they were then flicking his finger across her stiff pink nipple. His other hand groping her full ass cheek, causing her to slightly moan, "I'm guessing these ass cheeks are as white as your pretty boobs aren't they?" She just giggled, her other hand covering the hand massaging her tit. She looked over at her girlfriend videoing her and mouthed, "oh my God!" He took that as permission to lower her bottoms after slipping his hand inside from the top groping her ass. She felt her bottoms being pushed down over her ass, she looks over at her friend Tracey, "I..., guys please, I shouldn't be, you should come feel this guys dick Tracey it's so big and hard, I have never." Ben asked her, "You want me to stop?" Her bottoms now below her cheeks as her ass is being massaged. She slowly shook her head no as he ran his finger through her butt crack, she shivered feeling the much young guy touching her like she hadn't been touched in a very long time. Ben reaches out pushing her bikini bottoms the rest of the way off her hips. She wastes no time stepping from them. "Oh nice, a real ginger!" Seeing her sparse neatly trimmed pussy. He then reached down cupping her pussy in his hands and slipping a finger into her slit. "Oh you must really be enjoying yourself!" Terri, listening to them with the stranger, she was still face down laying across the back seat taking her third cock in her pussy, a first for her, she had never experienced a gang bang and she was really enjoying being used as a fuck toy. Not ever having multiple guys, but also now a bigger audience was totally new for her and she was throughly enjoying the experience. She could feel the combination of the guys and her own warm juices running down the inside of her thighs, it felt warm and gross, but exciting. As Jay was bending Betty forward with his hand in the middle of her back, he had his cock in hand searching for her wet opening. She reached between her legs guiding him to her waiting wet entrance, she made an "auggggg" sound as she felt him sliding inside her. Ben holding his cock up for her to take it between her lips, she was bending further with her mouth open to take him in her mouth, reaching for his cock and his waist. Tracey starts laughing, "hay y'all, there is a car coming into the parking lot." Betty panics and grabs her bikini top from the pavement and jumps into the SUV. Both of them laughing as Tracey starts their truck, Betty telling her "wait, wait!" Then tosses out a few business cards that flutter to the ground, "call me!" And they pull away as the two older women bust out laughing hysterically. The guys also load up not wanting to get in any trouble, Terri scurrying across the seat with Britt right behind her sliding under her, pulling her back onto his hard wet cock. Ben was passing out clothes that were left on the ground, including Betty's bottoms and her cover-up. Brett smiling still naked as he continues to help Terri pound herself with his cock. Passing the vehicle it appears to be no one important but Billy knows they need to get Terri home. It is only a few more minutes and Terri is screaming in pleasure as Britt unloaded inside her. Terri is squirming trying to push down harder to get him deeper inside her. As he withered from being spent inside of Terri, she starts laughing, "damn you guys I have never been fucked like that before, I'm a fucking mess you guys have made me a gross cum slut!" Ben tells her, "but I didn't get to fuck you!" She smiles, "can you make it a quickie you got like three minutes?" They all laugh together at her comment. "Lance is going to know y'all fuck me, there is too much oozing out of me for him not too." Ben hands her Britt's t-shirt, "here use this!" She does her best to wipe herself clean but it is still leaking from her stretched out used pussy. "I'll figure it out," she giggles, "he started this, he wanted to show me off to you guys, it's his fault, and the tequila's. It makes me horny as hell!" They all laugh again, "I hope he does it again and we will remember the tequila! You got some good pussy young lady!" Billy tells her, "and you owe me a blow job!" "Yeah and you do suck a good dick too!" Ben says. "Well next time he gets me that fucked up around y'all, I don't give a fuck who does what to me, this was fun as hell! And this being without clothes is fucking incredible, I love it!" She balls up the shirt stuffing it between her legs to sop up the cum leaking from herself, she is now the only one naked riding in her truck, giggling about what just happened. Arriving more than two hours later, Lance comes out to meet them. As soon as Billy gets out Terri's truck he asks Lance, "did you get caught up in that wreck on 95, man I thought we were going to have to spent the night their with your girlfriend!" "No I must have just missed it!" Lance said looking puzzled, Lance no longer wearing is shirt. Terri stumbles out after one of the guys, her hair a mess, the pony tail now all pulled apart. Her lip stick is smeared a bit on her lips, it almost looks like white goo in her hair. "I'm jumping in the pool," she tells the guys as she walks past them all, headed towards the complex recreation area. Lance calls to her, "Terri your not wearing anything and there are people out there!" While she is walking, ignoring Lance, she is kicking off her heels and peeling her thigh socks off. There are several small groups of people sitting at tables around the pool, they all turn hearing Lance and just watch as Terri walks through the gate, "Damn it was just too hot today!" And dives into the pool. Some of the people a bit shocked to see her walking naked to the pool, most smiling and enjoying her tight young looking body. After diving in she does her best to wash away the signs and smells of sex from the four guys she enjoyed the last couple hours. Lance takes his time catching up to her at the pool, he loves seeing her as naked as possible in public and she max'ed it out tonight. "Come on baby, let's get you inside before someone says something!" Several of the guys telling him, "we ain't saying shit, let her swim as long as she wants, here have a Coors!" Another guy tells Lance, "yeah we don't drink that Budweiser shit, we like our chicks without dicks. And she ain't got no dick for sure! Everyone laughs at his comment. She walks across the shallow end to where the guy was offering beers, "can I have one too?" The girl with him smiles, "sure sweetie, come get it!" Terri isn't intimidated one bit and walks up the steps and over to the table. Water dripping from her naked curves and hard nipples as she sips the Coors beer, knowing everyone is ogling her slim bare body. Lance, Terri and his buddies hang out with their neighbors for a bit longer, having a second beer apiece, the guys trying to get them to stay longer. But Lance was ready to get Terri inside where he can fuck her. They finally said their good nights, Britt had left his vehicle there so they were off as well. Lance retrieved Terri's socks and heels along the way, even he couldn't help but watch her amazing bare ass as she left him behind headed to their apartment. Terri quickly learned that her plan to teach him a lesson for exposing her so much only embodied him to do it more and unaware to him, he has released the sex toy she had been suppressing. He hopes and is already fantasizing her now having less reluctance around his friends and strangers to show off her young sexy body, but she is ready to share it in a way he is unaware of!

Turnons - A Game of Dares byshyexhibitionist© Turnons - A Game of Dares Ch. 04 - I was wondering if you had a spare minute for me, professor. - Yes, Susie. - Alex answered mechanically. Her mind though was elsewhere. Give me just a second, she managed to say with a feeble voice as her heart started beating faster again. She took the phone from her back pocket, the screen lighted up and showed a bright red banner. Another one. The countdown had already begun: she only had 2 minutes and 45 seconds if she wanted to keep this thing going. Or she could just ignore the notification. Ignore the last crazy hours. Ignore last night. Ignore the feelings that came up as she uploaded a video or a photo. Let go all of it and go back to her ordinary life, to her ordinary self. - Let's talk in my office. Her office wasn't actually her own. It was a room she shared with another PhD student, right next to professor Grant's study. It was on the first floor, near to the elevator. It took them two minutes to reach the door. Then, as she was taking her key from the pocket, Alex hesitated. Could she ignore the urge that was devouring her? That she had kept under control until the night before but that now was keeping her soul awake and vigilant? Was she ready to let go of something she had just begun to experience after she had spent years just imagining it? And if the answer to all those questions was "no, God, I can't let that happen" as her heart suggested, what was she willing to risk in return? - Would you wait me here for a minute, Susie? - she said to the girl turning the key inside the keyhole - I need to clear up my desk from some evaluation papers and I'll let you in. Susie nodded quietly and took a seat next to the door. Alex entered the office and closed the door behind her. Luckily enough the place was desert. She quickly left everything she was carrying on her desk and as her life depended on it she took her cardigan and her top off. She was topless in her office. She hadn't even checked if she could somehow be seen from the windows. She had just that damn countdown in mind. She unblocked her phone as fast as she could, clicked on Turnons notification, waited a second that felt a lot longer before the camera popped up on the screen and clicked away to shoot a photo. As the picture was uploaded to her profile she noticed the flash dare permanent notification was still there. She opened it to discover the countdown was already over by the time the picture was taken. It just hadn't stop when she clicked on it. The few seconds she still had by the time she reached her room were not enough. "Your picture has been successfully uploaded on your Turnons profile!" Alex wanted to cry. She clicked on the new notification anyway and saw a glimpse of her scared face and a blurry image of her tits, in a familiar setting. She could easily recognize the room she was in and her face was clearly on sight, at least that was her very first thought. Taking a better look it was clear that only a small part of her face was visible and, along with the angle and the fuzziness of the picture, it was improbable that anyone could knew it was her and where the picture was taken. Not mentioning how remote was the chance that someone she knew could actually stumble across that pic. And yet they were all possibilities, remote maybe, but not impossible. She was about to have a panic attack because of all the thoughts that crossed her mind in the last couple of minutes. She was a mess. And the message she got right in the middle of that crisis was just too much. "I'm sorry you failed, Nina. I was enjoying our game, but as I said I had to test you, and you couldn't keep up. I'm sure it's for the best. Don't worry you will have plenty of new chances to challenge yourself, I'm sure. G." This time tears started falling from her eyes. She was angry and she felt stupid, and used, and helpless. And in that state of mind she wrote back. "No, please. Give me another chance. Just this time. I'm really motivated to go on, don't take this from me." Alex didn't even know where that came from. Her hands were moving on their own accord when she composed the message. Maybe she was just being honest, true to herself, and that was what it felt like: no need to think about what she was writing, because it was true. Perhaps SubtleG somehow understood it. "Ok Nina. I'm willing to try. But this time I need a token of goodwill from you. You need to go to your privacy settings and allow Turnons users on your friends list to share your contents. I'm the only one on your list right now and I promise I won't abuse this power. I won't share a single pic or video. Unless you fail the next dare I'll give you. It's a matter of trust. You'll need to trust me and to feel accountable for your actions and your words. You said you wanted a second chance: this is it. There won't be a third. Tell me now if you want to continue or stop." Alex wasn't in the best emotional state to take that decision. She wasn't in the most appropriate situation to have that conversation. And quite honestly she wasn't in her right mind to understand any of that. She wrote: "I want to continue." Her hands weren't shaking now as she clicked on her profile settings, found the option: "Allow users to share your media". She could now choose between: - Never allow sharing - which was the current setting - Allow your Turnons friends to share your media with other Turnons users - Allow any Turnons registered user to share your media with other Turnons users - Allow any user to share or download your media. Alex took a deep breath and clicked on the second option. All of a sudden she was shivering as she realized she was still standing half naked in the middle of the room. Quickly she took her top from the floor and put it on. Right before her new dare arrived. "New dare from SubtleG" "I really appreciate your attitude, Nina, but we'll need more than that. We need proof you are suited and ready for this. For your new dare you need to start a live video and for the next five minutes you are going to masturbate. You can use your fingers, a toy, another kind of tool, and do whatever you want to bring yourself to the edge of climax. From the moment you start you are not allowed to stop until you reach the edge or the 5 minutes are up. If you manage to reach the edge during the five minutes you will stop masturbating for ten seconds and then start again, in this case you won't stop until your time is up or you reach your second edge, whichever comes last. Wherever you are now that's where you'll shoot the video. Your pussy must be clearly on show. Make sure your panties don't get in the way. Take them off if you're more confident it will give me a better view, but if you decide to do that you won't put them back on until I give you explicit permission to do so. You have 2 minutes to start the live streaming. If you fail to comply to any of the requirements of this dare I will share each and everyone of your pictures and videos with my friends here on Turnons and I can assure they're quite a lot. Maybe someone you know? I don't want to do that, but I think at this point you needed a little push. Good luck." Fuck Fuck Fuck. She couldn't go through with it, right? The only rational thing to do was to chicken out. She couldn't put in jeopardy her job like that. She already took it too far, now she had to shut down the crazy part of her brain that put her in this position and let it all go. Alex clicked on her profile settings again, she looked for the privacy settings, but when she tried to change them back to revoke the download/sharing authorization the option simply wasn't there anymore. She looked for it anywhere but the fact was that now the most restrictive privacy setting for media sharing and downloading was "Allow your Turnons friends to share your media with other Turnons users". What now? She surely had just a minute or so to follow SubtleG's directions. Was he going to do something if she failed? Was it a game anymore? Could she risk it? The point was she didn't have time for answers. She had to make a decision. Alex will never know which part of her made the choice, the horny broken part that deep down was getting off on that no way out scenario, or the scared rational part that wanted to protect her privacy. The only thing she knew was that she was now sitting in her chair quickly taking off her panties under her skirt. She took her phone and easily found the live streaming option on Turnons. Her frontal camera activated taking her by surprise, but fortunately enough the phone was already pointing down. She clinched it between her thighs. She was looking for a better position for it, but in the mean time she wanted this to be over as soon as possible. The image on the screen was already showing a not so clear image of her pussy. Alex rolled her skirt up a bit and moved the chair closer to her desk trying to block the phone between the bottom panel of the desk and her seat. She was determined to show as little as possible while still complying to SubtleG's instructions. Her hand started moving on her left thigh and reached now her pussy. A gentle stroke was enough to sense the wetness that she already felt by the time her panties were off. In a few seconds two of her fingers were already inside her pussy. Right then after two fast knocks on the door Susie walked in, uninvited. - I'm sorry professor, can we talk now? Alex's heart lost a beat. It would have taken a little while for her to realize that the panel of her desk was preventing he from being completely exposed, and that Susie could hardly see anything too unusual from where she was standing. Alex prayed Susie couldn't see the panties on the floor as she was trying to pull them under her feet, sweating from the effort of keeping her thighs and torso completely still while doing so. The teacher's silence though encouraged Susie to come in. She stopped midway to pick up something from the floor: Alex's cardigan. - Is that your sweater? - Uh? Oh, yes, thank you. It must've fallen off the chair Alex's voice was hoarse. She noticed her left hand was still touching her pussy under the table. That made her focus on her predicament: her skirt was basically folded up to her waist, the phone was blocked between her thighs, her panties were still on the floor even if hidden under her feet, and... God! If she wanted to keep her adventures private she had to keep going, keep masturbating, hoping SubtleG had not already considered that pause as an unforgivable mistake. Susie got closer to the desk and with her free hand Alex pointed the chair on the other side: sitting down the chances that the girl could actually see something were close to zero. Come on Alex, come on, she thought, you can do it, calm down. Her hand started to move again and to Alex's surprise she found her pussy was even more soaked than before. Her nipples had never been so hard and this stimulated yet another exciting and compromising image in her mind: the view she was offering to Susie, her face flushed, her tits tightly wrapped in a thin white top, her nipples blatantly exposed without a bra to protect them. The blond girl though seemed not to pay too much attention to any of that. She left the cardigan on a side of the table and started talking. Alex did her best to listen to her but the only thing she could think of was the noise her wet pussy was making as she pushed her fingers in and out, and then moved them on her lips and on her clitoris. Her strength focused on keeping the phone in place, her will on holding back the moans as her breath was becoming more frantic every second. Could Susie tell what was going on under the desk. Was her fast breathing as ovious as it was to her? Could she smell her? Jesus why all of that was turning her on more than scaring her? What was wrong with her? She wasn't even attracted to girls and yet the mere presence of Susie in the room had heightened all her senses and feelings. Was it the risk of being exposed? Was just having an audience? Her fingers were moving faster now as Alex could feel the edge of climax approaching. She bit her lower lip while looking down for a second and then again straight at Susie. - So, do you think that topic would be ok? Alex honestly didn't know what she was talking about. And her mind was too blurry now to notice how the student's eyes from time to time were ogling her, trying to figure out what was wrong with her, or simply outlining her semi-exposed breasts under that flimsy top. - Yes. - Alex almost moaned it and then gaining some composure - Yes, I don't see why not. - - It's decided. Thank you professor Marshall. - said Susie smiling and getting up on her feet - Then I'll send you a draft before our next seminar lesson, so we can review it together next week. - - A draft? - Alex mumbled - Sure, of the paper you'll be reviewing. Well at least of the first chapter if that's ok. Whatever she agreed to, it was probably too late or too complicated to back out now. And more importantly Susie was about to leave and Alex didn't have any intention to stop her. So she just nodded and Susie moved a few steps towards the door. Then she stopped for a second. - And professor, I really would keep that sweater on. It's ok when it's just us girls around, but you know some of the boys here are real pigs. - And off she went. Alex wanted to die. She also wanted to climax so bad she let out a long moan. The phone fell to the floor. Alex quickly retrieved it withdrawing her soaked hand from her pussy and reaching for the phone under the desk. Trying her best to prevent her face from showing on the camera, she took a look to the streaming timer. 7 minutes, 1 viewer. She ended the live stream and sat back on the chair as sweat was coming down her spine. A couple of notifications made her phone vibrate, but she didn't check it yet. Her eyes were lost. She was catching her breath after a long run. And a thought was starting to take shape in her head: did Susie call her professor Marshall? Turnons - A Game of Dares Ch. 05 Alex had a lot to figure out. The Turnons app was still open. It showed her feed. On top there were two notifications she had not addressed yet: "Congratulations, you have completed SubtleG's dare. Your live streaming video is now available on your profile." "Darn! You failed to complete a dare. Failing dares gains you penalties. Click to discover your first penalty." Right below Alex could see her live streaming preview. The caption read: "Nina was streaming live. The recording will expire in 23 hours and 56 minutes." Alex clicked on play. The video started with some sudden moves of the camera and then it stabilized as she found the right position. The video showed her lifting up her skirt to expose her wet pussy. Her hand crawling down to her thigh and her trembling fingers parting her lips, finding their way inside. She was moaning ever so slightly as she heard the door opening. - Can we speak now, professor? Susie's voice was distant. The sound was disturbed by Alex's sudden attempt to move closer to the desk to reach with her feet for the panties on the floor. After a little while, as Susie pulled the chair making some annoying noise, image and sound became clear again. Alex saw her hand start moving again, her thighs clinching the phone as she was squirming inside. Susie talked. A lot. She mentioned professor Hopkins, she mentioned his political science class, and of course she mentioned Alex's name, right before leaving. Alex went back a bit as silent tears were coming out of her eyes. In the video her fingers were moving faster making a feeble squishy sound. Susie was telling her about how professor Hopkins himself suggested she would go talk to her. "He told me to go talk to Alex Marshall of the social science department. Honestly I didn't know who you were, professor, so I decided to take your seminar, and believe me it was a mind opening experience. I'm so glad I did." Hearing that sentence played back on her phone Alex let out a whimper. She couldn't believe what was happening. She was about to burst into a loud cry, goddamnit she was about to shout to the top of her lungs. It was then she noticed that her left hand had returned to her pussy as she watched the video. Not moving, just keeping contact, just enough to feel her fingers getting sticky with humors. She was still wet. Still naked under her skirt. Her panties were still on the ground. She tried her best to push that thought away but she couldn't help but notice she was still turned on. By fucking what? Being on the edge of a cliff, one step away from her life being totally ruined? Her phone flashed with another notification. "New message from SubtleG" Her heart sunk just reading the preview: "Hello Alex". Two words were enough to make her feel like her world was crumbling down. Alex's first instinct was to shut it all down. It didn't matter only one guy - well and a couple of his friends, according to him - had seen her pictures and videos; it didn't matter who SubtleG was or where he was: her name been linked to the "porn" - there was no other word for it - she had posted on Turnons was more than enough to let her rational part take over and quit. Not to mention the fact that right now SubtleG could potentially share her stuff with anybody he wanted, provided they were on Turnons. There was no doubt or discussion about it. It was too dangerous. So Alex looked for a delete account option or something like that. She found it at the bottom of her profile settings: "Quit Turnons". She almost clicked when doubt crawled into her head. She went back on her profile page and looked for a way to delete her posts and any kind of information. She found out she could only edit her profile data and that was pretty much useless since it was mostly fake or too generic to make a difference. On the other hand the posts had only 4 options: like, comment, privacy settings and share. No delete option whatsoever. All her posts were available for "Turnons users on her friend list". She could choose to change it to users on her friends' friend lists, all Turnons users, everyone. There was no option to make her posts somehow private, visible only to herself. Anxiety grew inside her, but she took a breath and went back to the "Quit Turnons" button. She clicked and a message came up. "We are sorry you want to leave us! Please remember to fill in our account deactivation survey to help us improve in the future. Before you leave make sure you remember Turnons terms and conditions regarding inactive and deleted accounts." Alex flagged the consent box, then hesitated. For once in her life it was probably best to read the terms. She clicked on the link and started reading, even if her heart was pounding and her head couldn't really focus on anything. "If you fail to complete your daily tasks your account will be marked an inactive. Inactive users lose..." That was not it. She was still searching for the details on deleting the account when a new notification popped up. "SubtleG suggested an edit to your profile. Accept or send verification to refuse." What the hell did it mean? She stopped reading and clicked on it. "SubtleG suggested an edit to your profile name. We always value our users feedback and use it to improve Turnons experience for everyone. If you do nothing your profile name will be updated to 'Slutty Alex'. If you want to refuse the suggested modification you can verify your account and prevent other users from suggesting edits. To verify your account please upload a copy of your ID." What? Wait what? This can't be right. This fucking app. Alex went back to her profile setting, to end it as soon as possible. She clicked on the Quit button. She flagged the consent and clicked on confirm. Then another warning showed up. There were 2 options. Option 1: "By quitting Turnons I therefore give Turnons Ltd. full rights to use my media and data on Turnons app, and as means of promotion of said app. I acknowledge my media and information will still be available for the Turnons users I allowed in my privacy settings after I deleted my account." Option 2: "Deactivate my account for 30 days, keep all my media and information private. (Only available for VIP users)." Option 3: "Delete all my information and media. (Only available for PRO users)." Option 2 and 3 were unavailable. No. No no no no fuck no. Another chime. Another message from SubtleG. Her head was about to explode. Alex wanted to cry or scream, instead she froze. Unable to think of a way out, unable to do anything really, she clicked on the notification and SubtleG's messages appeared on the screen. The last message in the chat was clearly a follow up to the message that had gone unanswered. "Alex, try to be prompt and ready when i write to you. I was offering my congratulations for completing the task. It's always good to get a win after you failed at something, to get back on your feet right? I know, I know probably the live streaming task have brought some unintended consequences upon you. Consider yourself lucky though, I'm not the kind of guy who will exploit your weakness to make you do something you don't want. I'll keep helping you exploring your fantasies if you'll have me." The condescending tone of the message was frustrating, but she also felt kind of disarmed, weak and angry. "You won't push me? You just changed my username using my real name! What's that about? And you can share a video that basically fucks over any chance of me having a career." After a short pause SubtleG resembled typing. "Come on, Alex. Don't make me look like someone I'm not. You did it all on your own accord if I remember it right. You are the one who started it. You are the one who decided to continue. Maybe you've just been a little bit reckless and haven't thought of the consequences of your actions. I warned you." She wanted this, she accepted the risks, she started it. It was true, all of it. She had no one to blame but herself. "Please" she typed as her tears were about to start falling again "I made a mistake, if that video comes up somehow" she couldn't finish the sentence but she sent it anyway. "Now now Alex, don't worry, you are still a lucky gal. You could have ended up in a much worse situation than this: I'm a reasonable man and I'm really interested in you and in your well being. I think we are at the beginning of a wonderful journey. Don't tell me you are not even a bit excited about it. Touch yourself again, tell me how your body reacts to all of this." Once again her mind was brought back to reality. She was sitting in her office, panties on the ground, her skirt folded up, her pussy virtually on show and she was wet. There was no denying it. It was unbelievable. Was she so broken? Was she getting off on her own disgrace? It was hard to admit even to herself. "Don't lie to me, Alex" added SubtleG, like he could somehow sense her thoughts. And she didn't lie. "I'm wet." "See? Look on the bright side. There's something liberating about all this. You can live out your fantasies and I have the means to give you a little push, hoping you won't chicken out. Will you, Alex?" Alex wanted to write that she couldn't, that she was trying to, but she thought it would have been better to keep that to herself. She would have found a way out later. It was better to play along right now, keeping SubtleG "on her side". "I won't. But please can you change my screen name back?" "I'm afraid I can't do that. As you might have figured most of the changes on this app are permanent. Once I suggest an edit I can't suggest another for 24 hours. Also if a user suggests more than a single change for a specific field he has to post verification that the info he's suggesting are correct. So I guess you are stucked with your new name for now. Anyway don't worry, I don't think anyone could understand your identity by reading that nick. And I won't be showing your video to anyone, so your secret is safe with me." "Thanks." What else could she answer? "Now I have to go, but I'll be in touch later. I guess that anyway you will be busy on your own since you should have still 2 dares to go for the day and a penalty from failing your first dare. I'll leave you to it." A second after he sent the message SubtleG logged off. Every step she took on Turnons, every action, seemed to push her deeper and deeper down. Penalties? What was he talking about? She felt like she had not even begun to understand the kind of trouble she was getting herself into. Then she remembered she still had a notification on her profile, a notification mentioning a penalty. Stop. Do not try to figure everything out at once or you will fail. First of all calm down. That day had already been an emotional roller-coaster and she couldn't take it anymore. Once she had set her mind straight she would have figured out everything about how Turnons worked and found a way out. Alex put her phone away and got up, straightening her skirt down. She reached down for her panties that were still on the floor. She was about to put them back on but getting up she noticed something was missing. She took a look on the desk, then walked around it. Where the hell was her cardigan? Is it even possible that... Someone opened the door unannounced. - Oh good, you are here, I was looking for you. Alex's legs turned to jelly, a feeling she was used to when she was younger and more easily embarrassed than now. Richard had not payed too much attention to her at first, but now seeing how she stood frozen in the middle of the room he gave Alex a questioning look. She held tight on her panties and tried to conceal it inside her fist. - Are you ok? You look gobsmacked. - Yes. What? Sorry. It's just - Alex mumbled and tried a fake laugh - I was distracted. - So, you remember we have to revise your seminar plan over lunch? - What? Lunch? It was today, wasn't it? - Hello professor Marshall, you got your matcha tea this morning? Or whatever gets you girls going lately? - Coffee. But that's not the point. Look Rich, I have a ton of work to do, I have to talk to Grant about the seminar, and this girl Susie from Hopkins' class asked me for a review. - I got it, sure, don't worry. Just don't let it overwhelm you. I'd say you could use taking your mind off things for a little while. We don't have to talk about work, but I'm going to grab a bite anyway with... oh there she is. Annie! Richard stepped next to the door calling someone passing by. Alex shaked off that numb feeling of impotence and moved quickly to her desk, opened the first drawer and pushed the panties inside, closing it right before Richard turned back to her. - Alex, you already met Annie right? - Ehm I don't think we have ever been properly introduced, hi. - Ok then, so Alex Marshall this is Annie Hall. - Wait, really? - No, he's joking. The name's Haller. Annie had the looks of a witty free spirited girl from another age. That brunette, thin, bold Jane Birkin style and character that made Alex think: God that's what they mean when they say 'empowered'. Alex never had that aura, and honestly it didn't suit her. Annie Haller was a senior lecturer of Behavioural Economics. Alex didn't know anything else about her, except that Richard was definitely into her, even if he thought he wasn't give it away. - So what do you say Alex, coming with us? - said Annie - Actually I'd need to work on... - Nonsense, - intervened Richard - as your boss I demand you come along. - Technically wouldn't Grant be my boss? - Well you can be his PhD student, but you really want to work side by side with Grumpy Grant or would you prefer the herestanding Richard Caulfield, who, by the way, is also in charge of planning your activities for the next two months? - Your name's not Caulfield. - Not the point, Marshall. The point is you are coming to lunch. In the few minutes that took them to walk out of the building and to the joint on the other side of the road the atmosphere changed completely, at least for Alex. Walking among the students made her very aware of the glances she was getting. It felt like everybody knew she was wearing nothing but two pieces of clothing: a skirt that now felt awfully short and a thin white top, stretched over her breasts and nipples, blatantly poking through the fabric. Her mind had already created an image of herself in a see through top, drawing unwanted attention from everyone crossing her path. With every step she took the hem of her skirt felt dangerously closer to revealing more than it should have. If she didn't pay attention she would be easily exposed. Well, of course her mind was playing tricks on her. Her clothes were not even near to indecent, right? Then why she felt so damn aroused, he nipples hard as fuck were pushing the thin white top to the limit, and the damp from her pussy seemed a second away from sliding down her thighs. Alex left her panties in the first drawer of her desk. With no chance of getting them back anytime soon. Now she was trapped in a scenario she had dreamed about many times, but never thought she would experience, not like that, not all of a sudden. What happened? One minute before she was in her room browsing the same old erotic blogs and now she was walking around without wearing any panties under her skirt. She was going to lunch with two senior professors dressed like that. And the only solid thought that came up in her mind was that she was so desperately horny she would have given anything for two minutes inside a stall. They arrived at the little place Richard had picked for lunch. There was a line but it was not a long one, fifteen minutes or so said the waitress. So they waited. Richard and Annie were chatting about something and that gave Alex time to check her phone again. Penalties, penalties, there: she opened Turnons notification and a sad face appeared on the screen, with a message below it: "Darn! You failed to complete a dare. Failing dares gains you penalties. You first penalty is... ...for the next 24 hours you will have to suggest an improvement for every dare you receive from a Turnons user. Careful: if he or she doesn't accept your suggestion you automatically fail the dare." And below that: "Note: users cannot see the details of your active penalties before they send you a dare" Fuck it. She simply would not take any more dares right? That stuff got her in enough trouble already. Yet, when her eyes fell on the permanent notification on her profile saying 'Daily Dares: 1 completed out of 3' Alex felt something like a spasm down inside her, and it was like she could feel a big drop of fluid coming down from her pussy. - You spend too much time on that phone. Come on that's us. Richard pointed a table in the middle of the room. It was a tiny place with tiny tables, so there was not much privacy and they actually had to squeeze in their seats without much room to move. The guy behind Alex was sitting so close that his chair pushed hers forward, so close to the table her breasts were basically pushed towards Richard. A waiter took their order as Annie started a conversation. - So Alex what's your seminar about? That was the worst possible question and the worst possible time. - Alex's seminar is about sexuality. Or well perception of sexuality and erotism in modern society. - Richard had the bad habit of answering any question he heard. - Well I guess the girl can speak for herself, Richard. - Yes, - Alex tried to focus on what she did best, know her shit, and keep everything else in a corner of her brain - it's about transgressions really, as the only means to achieve freedom. - Well, interesting topic. But are there any real transgressions left after several sexual revolutions, so to speak? - asked Annie. - Depends on how close you look and how deep you are willing to go. - Oh the girl's wicked! - She said looking at Richard who just smiled, inattentive. His eyes were roaming somewhere else. The sunlight coming from the windows was making Alex's lack of bra even more obvious: her nipples and areaolas were more evident than ever under the top. Richard's knee inadvertently touched Alex's under the table. The girl's instinct was closing her legs even tighter, and it all came back to her. The hem of the skirt had raised sitting down, it came up to about mid-thigh. Her pussy was inches from showing, even if she knew that could never actually happen. The length of her skirt would have been perfectly acceptable, if only she had panties on. The sharp certainty of her answers to Annie's questions was already gone. And as a dog who could sense fear, Turnons app chimed with a new notification. "New Dare. 2/3 dares to complete today." - Excuse me, I have to make a call. If the waiter comes back I'll get the club sandwich. Alex went back outside to check the notification. "4th Dare Level 2 You can do better than this. You have only one user in your friend list. Before the day ends add at least 5 more." Like she could afford more people to see her profile. She clicked on reject and then chose to increase dares level by 1 as penalty. The next thing she saw on the screen was a warning: "You have refused 2/3 automated dares today. Remember: you will receive a number of automated dares up to the daily dares number you selected. If you fail to complete your daily dares you will be considered as an inactive user." The words "inactive user" were linked, and this time Alex wasn't in the right mood to skip on details. She clicked and her eyes widened as she read the conditions for inactive accounts. "Inactive users do not have access to their Turnons accounts anymore. By inactivating their accounts, users give up their rights on info and media contents, which therefore become legal property of Turnons Ltd. and can be used for any purpose linked to the Turnons App. Inactive users' profiles are set to "public" and therefore available for any other user on Turnons as well as search engines' indexing." This was a fucking nightmare. She had to find a way out. She had to. But in the meantime she had to do everything in her power to protect herself. Her phone chimed again. "New Dare. Level 3 Be bold. It seems like you are not getting the attention you deserve! Add at least 7 Turnons users to your friend list and send them a video message where you ask them nicely to please send you some dares to complete. Try to be friendly. To verify it's you in the video please state your Turnons username and include your face, or wear the same outfit you are wearing in your profile picture." Seven. Basically the app was asking her to post a topless video of herself begging seven strangers to give her naughty dares to complete. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could reject this one too, right? She had no automated dare left after this one. And then what? She would have asked SubtleG to send her two more dares. That was it. She would have asked him to be understanding. That would have prevented her profile to go public, and that night or the following day she would have figured out a way to end it. Why, why all of it felt so damn exciting? Why was she so turned on she was actually picturing what she would have said in the video, how she would have played with her nipples while begging, how wet her pussy would have been. Alex decided to send a message to SubtleG right away. Luckily enough he answered immediately. "Hi Alex, I'm glad you asked me for more dares, but I'm afraid I have run out of dares to give. There's a cap for dare masters too, you know? And it seems like I'm pretty popular around here. I guess I'll hear from you later. But hey, there is always tomorrow! Take care." Fuck fuck fuck. She was trapped. Think Alex. Come on. "Hey G" she tried to be as cool as she could "just one last question: do everybody see all my contents on my profile or just you?" "Don't worry pet, proofs of completion are shared only with the user who assigned you a dare. Unless you decide to share it as a public post, or if he does (when allowed, of course). Your secret is safe with me." One dodged bullet at least. Still taking the dare meant getting more and more exposed. But what choice did she have? She clicked on "accept dare". - Alex! Come on, your sandwich's here already. - Coming. Richard waited for her to come back inside and closed the restaurant's door behind them. As she walked to the table, Alex kept her eyes on the phone: after she accepted the dare, as she was answering Richard's call, the timer had already set off. She had 30 minutes. Turnons - A Game of Dares Ch. 06 - Hi, I'm Alex, it would be nice if you could add me to your friend list. No. She that was not her nickname. She trashed it. - Hi there, I'm Slutty Alex, why don't you add me to your friend list? I'm new on Turnons and I'd like to get some dares. She felt a shiver down her spine as she said her nickname out loud. The camera framed perfectly her topless torso, her breasts, pushed together by her arms posture as she held the phone, looked even bigger. They were not that big were they? That prominent. God what must they look like with that thin top on? What kind of show had she been putting on? Without her lips moving in the shot it still looked like a fake or something. What if nobody answered? What if she failed the dare and get another penalty? What if she couldn't get anyone to add her and send her dares, and her account went inactive? She had to be convincing, so she tried just to add some more details. She trashed this video too and started over again. This time Alex lifted up the camera, just enough to get her lips inside the frame. Just like that it became more personal already. - Hi, I'm Slutty Alex, I'm kind of a closet exhibitionist. Her breasts were still the centre of attention. Her trembling lips though made it all look hotter, even to her. - I like to fantasize about being gently but steadily pushed towards more and more daring situations. I would like to add you to my friend list, if you'll accept this request, that is. The image on the phone shaked a little as she pulled her left hand closer to her body, and then started moving it softly over her breast. Almost without noticing it, Alex started torturing her nipple. She was recording a video message she would have sent to strangers. She would have asked them to give her tasks, dares. She was going to be more and more exposed. She couldn't control the flow of her thoughts, as well as the flow of the words that now were coming out of her mouth on their own accord. - I would like you to send me dares that help me explore my fantasies. Even push me beyond. I would like to be seduced into giving in. Follow the downward path - Alex became to moan as her hand reached under her skirt finding her naked wet pussy - until what now seems obscene and outrageous will become my new normal. Until I'll have no chance but consider myself just an exhibitionist slut. Until... - she was on the verge of an orgasm so quick and unexpected she couldn't hold back much longer. - Alex, you in there? Shit, she hadn't even heard the bathroom door opening. Annie was now in the anteroom. Before the situation could get out of hand like it happened earlier in her office, Alex stopped the video recording at once. - Yes, yes I'm here. - she stuttered with a blatantly shaking voice. - Is everything alright? - Yeah, uhm, just you know it's not my best day. - I figured something like that. If you need a tampon I have one. - Uh? Oh yes thanks. That worked as a cover up, but looking at the screen there wasn't too much to be happy about. She only had a few minutes left, and she still had to send the video. Then god knows how long it would take for users to answer her request. She had to record a new video though, she clearly couldn't send the one she just recorded. - It's gonna be hard if you don't open the door. Gosh, she quickly put her top back down to cover her breasts, and opened the door. - You must be really unwell, uh? You look really flushed. - said Annie giving her the tampon. - Look, you do not need to stay here with me and Richard. I'll make up an excuse to him so you do not have to explain yourself. I guess it could be a little embarrassing discussing this kind of stuff with your boss. - Thanks, you are great. - I need just one favour to ask in return. - Sure. - Would you let me pee before going back in? Just a minute, I've been holding it forever. - said Annie laughing. Alex tried to smile and nodded. As soon as the door closed she looked at her phone again. Four minutes. There was no way she could get back in there, record another video and get seven users accept her request in so little time, right? It took her too long to select the users to contact and then she was so stupid to get carried away and now what? The preview of the request with her video attached was still showing on the phone. A tear of frustration and excitement came down her chick as she considered the idea of clicking "Send". She couldn't, it was too much, that video was exposing on a whole other level. Only on her worst (or best) nights she came to confess that kind of stuff, and it was always to strangers on random erotic chats. With no real consequences. But now? Alex couldn't even make sense of the last twelve hours. Twelve hours for fuck's sake. That app was turning her world upside down. No. She let out a whimper. She was turning her world upside down on her own. Like her father used to tell her she was very good at self sabotage. Why was she so dumb? Even a minute before, she just couldn't help it, it was like her own body was betraying her. Her own mind. All of a sudden Annie was back out. Alex flinched a second and turned the phone down immediately. - All yours, I'll get back to the table. - Yes, thanks again. Alex waited for Annie to leave and went back in. There wasn't much time. There was no time at all. She unblocked the phone and was welcomed by a wall of notifications. "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" "You have a new friend on Turnons" What. The. Fuck. * - You know, I thought that girl was a little bit more... liberated? - said Annie as she seat back. - Who Alex? - Yes, tackling that kind of topic for her first seminar, and the way she talked about it. That and the obvious lack of bra. I thought she was a badass feminist. Even a bit of a spoof. - Yes? I honestly didn't notice. - Oh come on, fuck you Rich, you couldn't take your eyes off her tits. Both laughed a bit. Then Richard looked at Annie and smiled. - You must admit it was a challenging view. - I'll give you that. - Why did you say that, anyway? The liberated thing. - Oh nothing, she has her period and she was probably too embarrassed to tell you she didn't feel like having lunch out. Girls should be more open about it, it's not like we should be ashamed of our biology. - Who's the spoof feminist now? - Got me. Oh there she is. Act like I made up an excuse for her leaving. Alex came up to the table with a fake smile on her face and collected the bag. - I'm sorry I have to leave, I received a call and... - Yeah don't worry, Annie told me. I'll see you tomorrow, then. And don't forget we still have to discuss your seminar plan. - I won't. Thanks. And here's for the... - Nonsense. The department is paying this one. Go get some rest. Alex waived goodbye and walked towards the exit without worrying too much about what Richard was saying. - You are bad at this. - said Annie as soon as she left - Go get some rest? - Sorry. I AM bad at this. So... you don't wear a bra either when you're on your period, or.. - Oh shut up, wanker. They both laughed again as Alex got finally to the door. She used her bag and arms to shield her breasts. Her nipples were so hard they could have poked a hole through the fabric. Her breath was erratic. She checked her phone: her Uber was just a minute away. Once home she would have figured out what to do next.

The Club by Story Guy Twins, a boy and a girl, are pulled from their city life by their parents and wisked into a very rural area "to live a healthier life. Chapter 1 Their parents had sold their city condo and moved to the country "to be healthier", as they put it. To Meg and her twin brother, Mark, it wasn't healthy, it was boring! For over 12 years they had lived in the city and now they were stuck in what they thought of as the middle of nowhere. Their mom was now home schooling them so no classmates and no friends. The town they had moved to only had a population of a couple of hundred. To make matters worse, there were only 3 or 4 their own age in what seemed like for miles around and they were all girls. Not really as bad for Meg as it was for Mark though. He wasn't sure if there were any boys his age. Their parents had met the neighbors, or at least the people who lived closest, about a half mile away, and they had 2 daughters, ages 13 and 11. They also mentioned another girl, also age 11, who their daughters played with. Meg was sitting on a swing, or what she supposed was a swing. It wasn't one of the ones she was used to. She had only used ones that were held up with chains to a metal frame. This was ropes hung from a tree branch. She wasn't swinging, just sitting, deep in thought, wondering how she was going to survive a lifetime of this place. A voice startled her. "Hi. I'm Gail from down the road. My mom told me to come and say hi to you, so I'm here," the girl announced. Seeing a friendly face that wasn't family made her smile. "I'm Meg. We just moved here from the city." The two began chatting. Meg told her all the things she used to do when living in the city, then asked, "What do you do here?" "Well, we don't have all the stuff like in the city, but it's not so bad. Mish, well, actually Michelle, but everybody calls her Mish, she's 13 too, lives on a farm with an old hunting shack on it. No one uses it, so we made a clubhouse out of it. There's a little pond next to it. We use it a lot. The pond isn't big enough for a boat or anything, but you can swim in it. No one is anywhere around, so we can do anything we want there,�"Gail explained. Meg's interest was somewhat peeked and the two talked about the place. After talking for a while, Gail asked if Meg wanted to go see it after explaining it was about a mile away. "Sure! It beats sitting doing nothing. Is it OK if my brother comes too? He's inside. He's my brother, but isn't really that bad anyway. He was real popular where we came from." Gail hadn't expected that, so thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I guess he can come, but we can't go inside the clubhouse. You can look around and look in the window if you want though." “Meg jumped off the swing, ran into the house, and a few minutes later came back out with her brother following. After introductions, the three started walking down the road to the clubhouse. As they walked, they chatted. At first it was just the usual things 12+/- year olds talk about. "It's strange having a boy around," Gail giggled. "Before you moved here there was just us 4 girls. Now there's 5 girls and you. Sorry, but there's no boys in town," she explained. Mark sighed, but tried to make the best of it. At least she wasn't his parents or sister, the only ones he had contact with since they had moved in. He hadn't even been able to call his friends. Putting the phone in was a major project, they had to run lines from the closest neighbor about a half mile away, and still wasn't hooked up. Forget internet or cell phones as well. Finally they came upon the clubhouse. It was just a small, one room shack, but hidden in a grove of trees. Next to it was a little pond with a surprisingly sandy bottom. It was supplied by a brook which entered on one side and exited on the other. Meg loved it. It could have been a postcard picture. The shack, while obviously old, was in quite good condition. There was glass in the windows. The trio looked in one of the windows. Inside was an old wood stove, which Gail told them wasn't used, a sink with a hand pump, which Gail told them did work, and two benches lined up in front of a single chair. Gail explained that was for their club meetings. "Hey!" a voice shouted from behind them. All three jumped, but Gail recognized the girl. She told them it was Mish and went over to talk to her. Meg and Mark couldn't hear what was being said, but the conversation started somewhat animated and then seemed to calm some. After a few minutes, Gail nodded and both girls approached. After introductions, Mish spoke. "Gail told me you two just moved here and were thinking of joining our club. It's only supposed to be club members here, but seeing you're thinking of joining, I guess it's OK, but you can't go inside the clubhouse." "I told them that already," Gail blurted. "I told them they couldn't go in, but that they could look in the window." Mish nodded. "How do we join the club?" Meg asked. "We have to have a meeting of the members first. We then decide if we'll invite you. Gail said she'd bring it up. We have a meeting tomorrow, so we can talk then," Mish answered and then walked away. Once out of hearing range, Meg whispered, "She not too friendly, huh?" "Actually she is. She's just pissed because I brought you here. It's only supposed to be club members, so she was mad about that. She has her reasons... Anyway, once you get to know her, you'll like her. She's really nice," Gail explained. "If you say so... She seemed like a bitch to me," Mark added. "No, she really isn't. She's just mad. I'll explain it all tomorrow after the meeting. I guess we better go. I'll come by after the club meeting tomorrow. I'm sure they'll let you join," reassured Gail. The trio again chatted on the way home, but Gail avoided talking about the clubhouse or the club telling them she'd explain everything tomorrow. Meg and Mark thought it strange she wouldn't talk, but just let it pass. Gail walked with them until they knew where they were, and then left them for her house. The next day Meg couldn't wait for Gail to come by. The day dragged, but late afternoon Gail knocked at the door. Seeing who it was, Meg started to get her brother, but Gail stopped her. "Let's just us talk first... outside," Gail suggested. Meg nodded and then followed Gail to a tree some distance from the house, where they couldn't be seen, and then sat down and Meg sat next to her. "So?" Meg quizzed. "Well, we had our meeting..." Gail began. "There's never been a boy in our club. At first they seemed against it, but I convinced them it was OK and that he was the only boy around. It would only be fair to let both of you join." "Thanks... I expect if we were doing girl stuff Mark would just leave anyway," grinned Meg. "Well... Um... Ah... It's not really that..." and then Gail paused. Meg said nothing, waiting for Gail to continue. "You see, we kinda do things naked..." "Oh..." Meg murmured, but didn't know how to respond. "One of the girls said maybe we should change our rules, but the others said no. Rules are rules. That's why you couldn't go inside the clubhouse, ' no clothes allowed'. One of the girls said she didn't want a boy seeing her, but I told her she'd see the boy too, so it was fair. She kinda agreed then. Um... are you OK being naked with us? ...and ...um ...ah ...do you ...um ...do you think your brother would too? We'd all see him, but he'd see us too. I guess you too, if you joined," continued Gail. "I've never done anything like that..." Meg mumbled. "We don't do everything naked, just some stuff. It's kinda fun being naked," blushed Gail. "No one is near so no one sees us anyway; it's just us. That's why Mish was mad yesterday. Only club members are supposed to be there. Her parents don't even go there," Gail explained. Meg thought for a moment. It seemed so daring, but they all did it and they were the only ones around. If she wanted friends... "OK, I'll join, but I'm not sure about Mark. Do you want me to get him and we can talk?" "You think he'll join? You don't think he'll say anything to anyone, do you? We'd all be in trouble..." Gail questioned. "I don't know if he'll join, but he is a boy, so probably he will even just to see girls. ...and he won't say anything, I promise," Meg giggled as she stood and ran to the house. Mark soon joined the two girls and Gail explained everything again. Mark wasn't sure about being naked with girls around until Gail got to the part where she said they would see him, but he would see all of them. Seeing five naked girls, even if one was his sister, convinced him. With all agreed, Gail told them she would be back tomorrow after lunch and they would go to the clubhouse and be sworn into the club then - inside. Chapter 2 Both were nervous. They had eaten lunch and were waiting under a tree for Gail, but neither was speaking. A short time later, Gail arrived and asked, "Ready?" Neither answered, but both stood and the trio began walking. Gail started chatting and soon Meg and Mark relaxed and began talking. All was fine until they saw the clubhouse and once again nervousness set in. The other three girls were already there. Unlike the day before, Mish was friendly. "Hi! Glad you came and decided to join our club. It will be fun having new members! This (pointing to one of the other girls) is Sue. She's 11 and was our newest member. That's Rita, Gail's sister. You probably already know she's 11 too." For about 5 minutes, the five chatted before Mish announced, "Well, let's get our new members sworn in. Since Gail invited them, she'll kinda be their guide," and with that, the two 11 year olds lined up next to Mish and Gail stood next to Meg and Mark. Mish then asked, "You both want to join, right?" Meg and Mark nodded. "Gail told you about the club and our rules? ...all of them?" Again Meg and Mark nodded. "Including our rules about clothes, right?" Once more Meg and Mark nodded. "OK then... Let's start. If you really want to join, show us by taking your clothes off. Gail will do it with you. You can leave your underwear on for now. Once you do that, we will do the same showing you we want you as members." Meg leaned over to Gail and whispered, "I'm not wearing a bra." "Neither am I. I doubt if anyone is. Just do as she says," Gail answered. Mark already had his tee off, but hesitated doing more. Gail nonchalantly pulled her tee over her head and then reached for her shorts. Meg was the only one who hadn't moved. Not really sure, she grabbed the bottom of her tee and lifted. Mark nervously looked at the two girls. His sister was now topless and Gail's shorts were falling down her legs revealing a pair of pink bikini panties. It was too late to back down now. Slowly he unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. He crossed his hands over his crotch instinctively. Meg looked at the ground as she stood in only a pair of flowered bikini panties. Her breast buds were now exposed. She was proud of them even though they were only maybe a AA size, but now seemed small with all seeing them. Gail, standing next to her was bigger although she was wearing a pair of plain white cotton briefs. "Good, you have decided to join," Mish said causing the two siblings to look up at her. "Members, show our candidates they are welcome by taking off everything except your panties." All three pulled their tops off followed by their shorts. All were in just underwear in a short time. Meg and Mark were both trying to hide without being too obvious while the other four seemed to stand proudly. Mark felt his boyhood begin to stir. Before him was Mish, rather large breasts he thought, although only an A cup. She had dark hair and the dark shadow showed through her slightly sheer white bikini panties. Sue and Rita both wore white cotton briefs, but Rita was beginning to show the beginnings of breasts. Sue still had nothing, but seemed to be the bravest. Her thumbs were tucked into the sides of her panties and she had already pushed them to her hips. “"We can go inside now for the pledges. You already know there's no clothes allowed inside. Us three will go in first, then you, Meg, Mark next, and then Gail. Take your underwear off before going through the door," Mish ordered. She then turned, walked to the door and, with her back to them, pushed her panties off before walking in. The other two girls followed with the same routine. Meg suddenly froze. "Are you OK?" Gail asked. "I've never done anything like this before," Meg blurted. "It's OK. Everyone is nervous the first time, but you'll be fine. It's actually fun being naked. I'll take mine off first and then you can," she offered as she pushed her panties to the ground. "See? It's not so bad." "OK," Meg resigned as she pushed her panties down revealing her slight but obvious bush. Once her panties were off, her hands instinctively went back to trying to cover herself. "Now you, Mark," Gail said softly. Meg had completely forgot her brother was there. Her head snapped around to see him bending over pushing his underwear off. It had been years since she had seen him. He too had a growth of hair, but his cock and balls were big now, at least to Meg. She hadn't seen him since they were about 5 or 6 maybe and she hadn't really thought about seeing him, but he was sort of insignificant then, unlike now. She also felt extremely naked now with her brother seeing her as well. "Let's go in," Gail suggested as she nudged Meg toward the door. Meg felt better going inside anyway. It seemed more protected than standing outside naked. Meekly Meg and Mark walked through the doorway. The two younger girls were seated on the benches, one on either side, and Mish was sitting in the chair at the front. As they walked in, all stood and the girls on the sides turned to face them. It surprised Meg that none seemed bothered by their nakedness. Mish stood with her arms at her sides, her dark bush in plain view. Neither of the younger girls tried to hide either. Gail pushed Meg and Mark next to each other and stood behind them. Both stood with their hands at their crotches. Mish began talking. "Welcome to our club. I'm happy you are joining. To become members, you need to make a pledge though. Our ritual is to make the pledge using pledge sticks. Every time a new member joins, we all do the pledge with the pledge sticks. I will put the pledge sticks in the members starting with the two girls at the benches. Gail will do you two and then come forward. I will do her and then she will do me. Once we have the pledge sticks, I'll give you the pledge." "Miss President, can I have a few minutes to explain to the new members? I forgot about that," Gail requested. Mish nodded and Meg and Mark turned to face Gail. "I forgot to tell you that part,�"Gail confessed. "It sounds a lot worse than it is. You'll hardly feel it, I promise! A pledge stick is a small stick that... um... kinda gets put in your butt, BUT not too far!" Meg's jaw dropped. "It's really not bad! It just goes in a little way and you can hardly feel it. Please do it! OK? We all do it! You'll see." Meg pondered for a while. She'd already come this far. She was naked not only in front of other girls, but in front of her brother too. These were also the only ones her age for miles around and without them there would be no one. "You promise it won't hurt?" Meg questioned. Gail nodded. "OK then, if I have to," Meg surrendered. Mark had said nothing, but felt now he had no choice. He wasn't going to be the only one not to do it. "All set,�"Gail told Mish. Mish nodded and then motioned for the two other girls. Each stepped forward, one at a time, bent over, and Mish took a stick about the size of a pencil out of a pan of water. Meg and Mark couldn't see what was done, but as each girl turned around again, they could see the ends of the sticks protruding from between their ass cheeks. Neither seemed to be affected by them though. "Mark?" Gail mumbled as she pushed him forward. She walked around him and stood beside Mish. "Turn around and bend over," she whispered, although no one but Mark and Mish could hear her. Meg watched as Mark turned to face her and then bent over. She saw Gail reach into the pan and take a stick. A moment later Mark stood up. As he did, Meg got a good glimpse at his boyhood. Before she had only seen it from the side, but this was full front. It surprised her how much he had grown. It was silly, she knew, but she had always thought of him as a "little boy" like he had been. Mark walked back to Meg's side and turned to face Mish again. "Meg?" Gail called softly. Meg almost trembled as she took a step forward, looked at Gail for a moment, and then turned and bent over. "Relax. It will go in easier," Gail whispered. It seemed like she was bent over for hours instead of seconds. Meg jumped when the stick touched her rear opening. "Relax," Gail repeated as she pulled Meg's ass cheek open and pushed the stick in. There was a slight burn, but it didn't hurt, as Gail had promised. Meg stood back up. In all the stress she had taken her hand from her crotch and now noticed Mark looking right at it. Her face turned red as she quickly covered herself and stood back next to him. It didn't take long for Gail and Mish to get their sticks. Once all were back in their places, Mish instructed everyone to stand straight, left arm at their sides, and right hand raised for the pledge. Reluctantly both Mark and Meg stopped covering themselves. Mish started with "Do you promise..." and then went through all the club rules. When she was done with her speech, all said, "I do," and then reached to their asses and pulled out the pledge sticks. Once all was said and done, Meg, Mark, and Gail sat down on the benches. Mish then announced she regretted having to bring it up, but someone had broken the club rules. She explained that even though Meg and Mark were now members, Gail had brought them to the clubhouse yesterday without the club's permission. Punishment for breaking the rules was to be spanked with the punishment paddle with the number of spanks to be determined by a draw of playing cards - ace through ten = 1 through 10 spanks, face cards = none. After some discussion, which neither Gail, Mark, nor Meg said anything, it was decided the rule had been broken, but that Meg and Mark had joined, so 6 through 10 would be removed from the deck. Gail was ordered to get the cards and punishment paddle, which was an old pingpong paddle. Once the cards had been removed, the deck was spread on the table and Gail was told to pick one. She chose one and turned it over - a four. A few of the girls sighed, but Gail told them she deserved it and was fortunate the higher cards had been removed. The table was cleared and Gail was told to bend over and put her chest on the table. Mish picked up the paddle and swung. Megs was shocked that Mish didn't seem to show any mercy. After the forth spank, she announced it was over and Gail stood, her ass now glowing red. Mish said the meeting was over and suggested they all go swimming. Her and the other two girls left, but Gail, Meg, and Mark lingered. "I can't believe they spanked you like that!" Meg blurted. "It's OK," Gail reassured. "The rules are to protect everyone and I broke one. Besides, getting spanked isn't that bad. I... um... kinda like it... Let's go swimming." Chapter 3 After swimming for a while, Mish approached Mark. "Have you ever seen a naked girl before today?" she asked. "Of course," Mark smugly answered. "I don't mean like when you and Meg were little. I mean an older girl," Mish qualified. "Oh... Not really, I guess," confessed Mark. "Um... some of the girls here have never seen a boy either. If we examined one of the girls so you could see, would you let us examine you? Not your sister, of course. That would be weird. I'd ask for a volunteer or you could pick one if you want. You could assist me in examining her," Mish suggested. "You mean like play doctor?" questioned Mark. "Well, sorta... yeah, but more like kinda show and tell. Will you do it? I'll have the girl go first," offered Mish. Mark agreed. When asked if he wanted a particular girl, Mark was too shy to name one, so Mish said she'd ask for a volunteer. A while later everyone was out of the water and just sitting around. Mish suggested they all go into the clubhouse. Once settled, she began. "We now have a boy member. We have all seen him and he has seen us, but I have something else in mind... Seeing him up close. He has agreed, but we need a girl too. Normally we'd use the new members, but Meg is his sister and that would be weird. Mark and Meg need to learn how to put a pledge stick in and if we are going to look at Mark, it's only fair he gets to see one of us as well. The girl who volunteers will be examined by me with Mark assisting. That same girl will assist me in examining him. Volunteer?� Rita's hand shot up. "I'll do it," she grinned. “"You OK with that?" Mish asked looking at Gail. She nodded. "OK with you too?" Mish repeated looking at Mark. He also nodded. "Go get a pledge stick then, Rita," Mish ordered. Meg leaned over to Mark. "You OK being looked at by all the girls?" she whispered. He nodded. Rita handed Mish a pledge stick. "Get in close, Meg and Mark, and I'll show you how. Bend over, Rita," Mish ordered. Rita grinned and bent over. "You put the stick right at the pucker, like this. Don't hold it too tight though, and just push in gently. See?" Meg instructed as the stick disappeared into Rita's ass until just a bit was sticking out. She then handed the stick to Meg. "You try it." Meg tentatively took the stick and did like Mish had instructed. It surprised her how easily it went in. She was then told to give the stick to Mark and he also did it. Rita was then told to get on the table on her back. Mark's cock was beginning to react as he felt it start to stiffen. Mish started with Rita's chest, showing Mark her boobs and having him feel them. Mish explained that when a girl's boobs were rubbed, their nipples stiffened, which Mark noticed. He glanced up at Rita's face and she smiled at him. "Open your legs, Rita," Mish ordered. Rita bent her knees and opened herself to Mark, all the while with a grin on her face. Mish reached out and pulled Rita's pussy lips apart. "See that opening, Mark? (pointing to her love channel)" Mark nodded. "Put your finger in it." Mark reached out and, for the first time in his life, put his finger inside a girl. Rita's eyes closed as breath gushed out through her nose. Mish then showed Mark her clit, which caused Rita to jump slightly when he touched it. "Want Mark to make you cum?" Mish asked Rita. She blushed slightly, but nodded. With Mish's help and instruction, Mark rubbed Rita until she gasped. "You just made her cum," Mish told Mark. "One more thing... Sue, open your legs for a minute," Mish said. Sue parted her legs. "Mark, put your finger in her. Don't push in, just feel a little inside." Mark fingered Sue. "Feel a difference?" Mish asked and Mark nodded. She then continued to explain what a hymen was and that some girls break there's doing different things. She told him that she and Rita didn't have theirs, but Sue and Gail did. "Test time... I know he's your brother, but would you open your legs and let him check you, Meg?" Mish asked. Meg looked at Mish and then at Mark. She recognized that questioning look. He was asking her if it was OK. She nodded and parted her legs. She watched his eyes as he reached out and his hand went between her legs. For the first time a finger that wasn't hers sank into her. She was nervous and her finger had been there countless times, but somehow this felt different. Slowly his finger pushed into her until he could reach no further. Meg was embarrassed with all the others watching her, but at the same time liked the feeling. Meg's eyes half closed as Mark's finger pulled out of her. "She doesn't have one," he announced. "OK, your turn, Mark. Hop on the table." Mish stated. There was no way he could hide his raging hardon as he laid back on the table. He looked around and all eyes were focused on it as Mish and Rita began touching him. Mark felt a tap on his shoulder and looked to his side. "Are you OK?" Meg mouthed. He nodded slightly and she smiled. The two continued to look at each other. On occasion Meg looked at his crotch, but most of the time she just watched his face. Mish was talking, but Mark wasn't listening to her. He could feel fingers on his cock and balls, driving him mad with lust. He hoped they would try to climax him, but also afraid they would. Mark's hypnotic state was broken when Mish finally announced the meeting was over. He had no idea how long they had looked, but he was still rock hard. Slowly the others wandered outside and began to dress. Meg and Mark were the last to go out. "You still OK?" she asked. "Yeah, I guess," he answered as the two went out the door. Meg, Mark, Gail, and Rita walked together until Meg and Mark knew where they were. Nothing was said about what had happened except when Rita lagged behind a bit with Mark and whispered to him, "I liked you touching me," before she giggled and ran up to the others. The two pair parted and Meg and Mark headed toward their house. They walked silently. After a while, Meg muttered, "You've changed. I remember seeing you when we were little." "You've changed too," Mark offered. Again silence fell upon them. After a few more minutes, Meg mumbled, "Um... Do you need to... Ah... Um... I don't know how to ask. I know boys jerk off. Are you still hard?" Mark didn't know how to answer, but he was indeed still hard. He finally muttered, "Yeah." "When you put your finger in me, it felt good. Is that weird?" Mark shook his head. "Um... Would it have been weird for you to examine me? ...like Mish said." "No," Mark answered. "Would it have been weird for you?" "I don't know... I don't think so. It would have been embarrassing for everyone to watch, but not to have you doing it," Meg confessed. "Um... Did it make you horny to be examined... like touched and stuff?" Again Mark was at a loss for words, but finally admitted, "Yeah." "It kinda made me horny seeing you and stuff. I know you're my brother and everything, but..." and Meg paused. "Um... Can we rest for a while?" "Sure," Mark answered and stopped walking. "Not here. Up in the trees where it's cooler," she suggested. He followed her into the woods further than he expected her to go. Eventually she stopped. "We've already seen each other naked and you've put your finger in me. You also said you were horny. Um... Ah... If I let you watch me rub, here, now, can I watch you jerk off?" "If you want..." Mark answered. He watched as Meg pulled her top off then slide her shorts and panties to the ground. She looked at him still completely dressed. "Are you gonna do it?" "Oh..." Mark blurted. He was still in shock. He hadn't expected this. Quickly he shucked his clothes. "I never got to touch it. Can I now?" Meg asked softly. Mark nodded. Slowly she reached out. "Wow," she murmured as her hand wrapped around his stiff cock. Without asking, Mark brought his hand up to her crotch. She parted her legs for him. "That feels good," Meg mumbled. For a while they let their fingers play with the other. "Let's do it," Meg gasped as she sank to her knees, sitting on her legs, and bringing her hand to her pussy. Mark did the same. His hand wrapped around his stiff cock. He needed to cum, especially now. His eyes were glued to Meg's pussy as he started to stroke. She didn't notice as her eyes were on the cock in Mark's hand. "I'm gonna cum!" Mark blurted as he erupted into the air. Meg gasped as well as she exploded. The two sat silently as their bliss enveloped them. Meg was the first to recover. "You OK jerking off in front of me?" she asked. Mark nodded. "Good. I like watching you do it. Did you like watching me?" Mark again nodded. "I liked you watching," Meg giggled. Chapter 4 The next morning their mother kept them busy with "chores that needed to be done living the country life" as she put it. Finally, by lunch time, they finished the list. After eating, Meg whispered, "Let's get out of here before she finds more to do," to Mark. He agreed and they left. As they walked down the road, Meg suggested they go to the clubhouse. "Do you remember how to get there?" she laughed. "I don't." "I think so," Mark answered as he took the lead. After walking for about an hour with Meg sure they were lost, the clubhouse came into view. The two walked up to it and sat on a large rock to rest. "I'm hot. Feel like going swimming?" she asked out of the blue. "Sounds good, but I don't feel like wearing wet clothes," Mark sighed. "You forgot one of the rules... No suits allowed when swimming. We gotta swim naked, remember?" she reminded him. "Oh... I didn't forget, but we are the only ones here and I wasn't sure if you'd want to get naked with just me here," Mark explained. "Well, you've already seen all there is to see. As long as you're OK getting naked, I don't mind, I guess," replied Meg. Mark said, "OK," and Meg stood up and pulled her top off. "I thought you had a bra on," he commented thinking he had seen it's outline earlier. “"I did, but I took it off just before we left. You OK with me not wearing one?" Meg questioned. "That's up to you. If you don't want to wear one, I don't care," replied Mark with a grin. Mark continued to sit on the rock as Meg undressed. She looked up, once she had all her clothes off, and noticed Mark staring at her. "Like watching me get naked?" she grinned. "Oh... Um... No... I was just thinking of something," Mark stammered. "Yes you do... It's OK. I don't mind you looking. I... Um... I kinda like getting naked in front of you. It's exciting," Meg blushed. "Are you going to get undressed?" "Um... Yeah... In a while. I..." he stuttered. "You're hard," Meg laughed. "It's OK. I know boys get hard." "I know, but you're my sister," Mark mumbled. "I'm your sister, but I'm also a girl. I know you're my brother, but it's kinda fun having you get hard because of me. Um... Take your clothes off. Brother or not, I like seeing your thing, especially if it's hard," Meg confessed. Slowly Mark stripped down, leaving his underwear for last. His erection was obvious making a ridge in his underwear from his crotch to almost his waistband. Reluctantly he pushed his underwear down, revealing his hard cock. "Is it hard like that a lot?" Meg asked. "No... Well, yeah, sometimes," Mark muttered. "I never noticed... Does it bother you when it's hard?" "Not really... It's kinda just there. As long as it's pointing up, it's OK. It's uncomfortable if it gets hard when it's pointing down. I kinda gotta adjust it then," Mark explained. "Oh... I can't imagine what it's like to walk around with that in your pants all the time," Meg giggled. "Well, I can't imagine walking around with boobs either... especially when the tips poke out like they are now," he laughed. "That's why girls wear bras, stupid!" she laughed as she lightly punched his arm. The two paused, looking at each other. "I wish I had as much hair as you do... The girls used to make fun of me because I have so little." "You have more than Gail. She doesn't have any," Mark commented. "I think she shaves hers off. Some girls do. Maybe I should shave mine off too. That way no one would know how much I have," Meg pondered. "I think you're fine the way you are," Mark complimented making Meg smile. The two were startled by the sound of a horse approaching. They froze as two people on a horse rode up. "Hi!" Mish greeted. "You two look like you saw a ghost," she laughed. "Rita and I were out riding and thought we'd stop by," Mish explained as she jumped off her horse, followed by Rita. "Looks like we're overdressed," she commented as she pulled her top off. "You guys ever ridden a horse?" Meg and Mark shook their heads. "Well, as soon as I get my clothes off, I'll take you. You first, Mark, then I'll come back and take Meg." Once naked, Mish jumped back on the horse. She guided it next to the rock. "Climb on the rock and then get on behind me," she told Mark. With some effort, Mark finally got on. They were bareback. "We'll be back in about a half hour or so," Mish announced as the horse began walking. Mark had his hands on Mish's waist. Once they had gone a ways and out of sight, she reached down, took one of his hands and brought it to her boob. He took the hint and brought his other hand up. As he did, Mish rocked her hips back, rubbing her ass against Mark's erection. "Mmmm... You're pretty impressive," she commented. They rode a while without saying anything, but Mish continued rubbing against Mark's cock. "Do you remember, yesterday, when I said girls sometimes break their hymens doing sports and stuff?" Mish finally said. "Yeah," Mark answered. "Well, that's not the only way. A girl has hers broken the first time she has sex too. That's how me and Rita lost ours. Have you ever been with a girl?" "No," Mark blushed. "I'm surprised... I guess the girls don't know what they are missing.... Would you like to? It's been a while and seeing you yesterday kinda got my motor running," Mish told him as she stopped her horse. She reached around between then and grabbed his cock. "Wanna do me?" "Sure," Mark agreed, but not really sure how to do a girl. Mish swung her leg over and slid down from the horse. "This looks like as good a spot as any," she said as she tied the reign to a branch. "There's a grassy spot over there. You coming?" Mark clumsily slid off the horse. "You'll get the hang of it," Mish laughed. He followed her a few feet to the tiny grassy spot. She lay down in the grass and beckoned for him to do the same. He reclined next to her, but had no idea what to do. "Do you remember how I showed you to rub Rita?" she asked. Mark nodded. "Rub me like that." As he did, she leaned into him and kissed him. "Mmmm... that feels good," she purred. After a few minutes, Mish told him to roll over on top of her. "Lift up," she instructed. As he did, she reached down and grabbed his cock. "OK... push," she muttered. Mark pushed down and his cock sank into her... wet, warm, and a feeling like none other he had ever felt. His cock was gently being squeezed by her body. "In and out," she groaned. Even though it was his first time, instinct took over. Slowly he began pumping her, but quickly his pace increased. Her knees were bent and her feet on the ground. She began to meet his downward thrust with her own upward thrust. It wasn't long before Mark felt his eruption starting. He pushed, hard, into her. Her legs wrapped around his and she pushed into him. His cock was pulsating, shooting cum into her with each pulse. After pumping more cum than he ever had, Mark collapsed on top of her. Her legs unwrapped him, but her hands on his ass held him in place. For a while they remained motionless. "That felt sooo good! You're pretty good," Mish gushed. "It may have been your first time, but you couldn't prove it by me." Mark just smiled. Unfortunately nature was at work and Mark's cock went soft and finally slid out of her. "Oops! Well, I guess we should be getting back anyway," Mish giggled. Mark stood, but Mish remained on the ground. Her legs were still open and Mark saw his cum dribbling out of her. His once hard cock now hung loosely down between his legs. She wiped some of the excess cum from her pussy with her hand and then cleaned her hand off on the grass. "I wish there was some water to clean up with," she muttered. Mish then stood and jumped up on her horse. "Stand on that log over there and you can get on." He did and when Mish brought the horse over, he was able to get on. This time, his hands went directly to her boobs. Mish leaned back against him. She turned the horse around and walked it back to the clubhouse. As the clubhouse came into view, Mish suggested he move his hands back down to her waist so the others wouldn't see. He complied and when they stopped in front of the clubhouse, he jumped down. Meg noticed his now limp cock. "You ready, Meg?" Mish asked. Chapter 5 Mish gave Meg the same instructions as she had given Mark. Once Meg was on the horse, they rode off. Rita waited until they were out of sight and then turned to face Mark. "If you want, you can practice with the pledge sticks." Mark wasn't sure how to answer. He really didn't want one put in his ass again. Strangely the thought of putting one in her ass excited him though and it showed as his cock grew. "That's OK," he finally answered. "I think I can do it OK." "Oh... Well, OK then. I'll be right back," Rita sighed. With that she ran off, but returned a minute or two later. "Feel like swimming? It's hot out," she grinned. Mike nodded and she ran into the water. He could tell she had something in her hand, but didn't pay much attention to it. She wandered out a ways, stood for a while, and then went into the shallows and lay down on her back. Mark was standing waist deep in the water. "Um... When we examined you, did it bother you to have me touching your... touching you?" Rita finally blurted. "Not at all," Mark exaggerated. "Were you OK having me touch and see you?" "Yeah..." Rita replied and then paused. "I kinda liked it... Especially when you made me cum," she blushed. Mark moved over to her and sat next to her making her smile. "Um... Ah... You should really practice the pledge stick. If you don't do it right you could hurt someone. Maybe I can give you some pointers. We can't use the real pledge sticks, but... um... I got one we can use instead. You can put it in me if you want. I don't mind." Mark looked down as she held up a stick. It was much bigger than the pledge sticks they had used. "Isn't it kinda big?" he questioned. "Well, it's bigger than the pledge sticks, but that's OK. It will still work. I kinda wanted one the same size as your..." Rita began, but stopped. "The water feels nice. I can just turn around and you can put it in right here, if you want," she finally said as she turned and knelt down with her ass facing him. She reached around and held the stick out to him. Mark took the stick. It was close to the size of his erection, but longer. He didn't see how it was going to fit into Rita's ass. "Go ahead. Try to put it in," she encouraged. He was unsure, but pointed the stick at her rear opening and pushed gently. Her asshole pushed in, but the stick didn't go in. Not wanting to hurt her, he eased up. "Push harder," she told him. Again he pushed with the same results. "Harder," she repeated. He increased the pressure and was amazed when the tip of the stick sank in. “He didn't notice Rita gasp when it entered. "Push it in more," she requested breathlessly. He pushed it in about an inch. "Is it in as far as you are long?" she asked. Mark answered no. "You can push it in almost all the way. Just leave enough out so you can still pull it out," Rita instructed. Mark slowly pushed. The stick eased in. Once it was in about five inches, he asked, "You OK? Does it hurt?" "Yeah... and no, it doesn't hurt," she answered as she turned her head toward him. She was grinning. "I guess you know how to put a pledge stick in. You can take it out now." He watched her face for any reaction as he slowly pulled the stick out, but saw no change, just her grin. "It feels like there's something still there... Can you check and wash me off?" she asked. Mark released the stick and it floated away. He reached up tentatively and rubbed her asshole, not sure what she would do. "Inside too... Make sure I'm clean there too," she murmured. Nervously Mark extended a finger and put it against her opening. He looked at her face, hoping she was OK with everything. "Inside," she repeated softly. Gently he pushed into her and got a reaction, but not one he expected. She pushed back against his finger, sinking it deeper into it. "Make sure I'm clean," she said softly. Unsure what he was doing, he moved his finger in and out slowly and swirled it around inside her. Her eyes fluttered slightly. "Clean?" she questioned. "Yeah," Mark answered as he pulled his finger out. Rita slowly turned to face him once again. The grin was gone, but she was obviously not unhappy. She put her hand on his chest and pushed. Mark, realizing what she wanted, lay back and stretched his legs out. Rita moved over and straddled him. "You made me cum yesterday. It's my turn to make you cum," she whispered as she reached behind her and grabbed his stiff cock. She aimed it and slowly lowered down, embedding it in her ass. "Look!" Mish whispered to Meg. "They're gonna do it. Wanna watch?" she said as she slid off the horse and tied the reigns to a branch. Meg wasn't quite sure what she wanted, but slid off the horse as well. Mish snuck closer to Mark and Rita and Meg followed. The two girls finally settled behind a big rock not far from the other two. Meg couldn't really see what was going on, but both were naked and Rita was straddling her brother and bouncing up and down. Although she couldn't see details, what they were doing was obvious. "Ever watch a boy and girl fuck?" Mish whispered. All kinds of conflicting emotions were pulsating threw Meg. All she could manage was to shake her head. Her voice was lost somewhere inside her. Seeing her brother with a girl like that shocked her, but also intrigued her and excited her. She wasn't sure if she should be watching, but couldn't not watch. Suddenly Mark's hips shot forward, jarring Rita, but not she pushed down. Her head tilted back. The two almost froze. Meg could see Rita's face contorting. After some seconds... or minutes, Meg had no concept of time, the couple relaxed and settled back down. Mish jumped up and ran to them. Meg followed, but only because she didn't know what else to do. "I knew it wouldn't take you long, Rita!" Mish laughed. "Shut up!" Rita giggled, but Mark looked like he has seen a ghost. "Turn around," Mish told Rita. With a big smile, Rita did as Mish asked. "I knew it! You better wash the cum out of your butt and dry off fast. We gotta get the horse back. She's getting itchy to go home and will just go if we don't bring her soon.� Rita giggled as she ran into the water giggling as she squatted down. Mish looked over at Meg and Mark who were still both in shock. "Relax, you two. What happens in the club is always secret. No one will ever find out anything. All is OK," Mish attempted to comfort. "Rita, I'm going to get the horse. Hurry up and get dressed," Mish hollered as she left. Meg and Mark, still naked, remained frozen, neither saying anything. Mish rode the horse back, got off, and said, "Hold these," as she handed the reigns to Meg. Meg jumped as she recovered from her trance, took the reigns, but still wasn't really conscious of the surroundings. Rita was now dressing and Mish threw on her clothes as well. Mish reached down and took the reigns out of Meg's hand. "We gotta go," she blurted as she jumped onto the horse and then reached down and helped Rita mount as well. The two left. Mark was the first to move. He stood up, walked out of the water, and faced Meg, but said nothing. For a while neither said anything. Reality returned to Meg finally. She looked at her naked brother. His dick was again hanging down. "We should get going too," she muttered. The two walked to their clothes, dressed, and headed down the path they came up on walking almost roboticly. After walking quite a while in silence, Mark asked, "Are you mad at me?" "No," Meg mumbled. After a long pause, she added, "Maybe a little... No, not really. Did you like it?" "Yeah," Mark admitted. "You were soft when you came back with Mish. Did you do her too?" "Yes," Mark again admitted. They continued walking silently. "It's not fair," Meg murmured. "Sorry... I didn't do it on purpose. It just kinda happened! I..." Mark apologized. "No, not that," Meg interrupted. "I... Um... I kinda wanted to do it again, but you already did it... twice. I'm just upset." "Oh... lets go up in the woods," Mark offered. "No. I don't want to," defied Meg. "OK then," Mark stated as he grabbed his sister's hips. "What are you doing?" she blurted as she grabbed her shorts on top of Mark's hands. "Well, I'm going to pull your pants down. I was going to go into the woods and make you cum, but you don't want to go in the woods, so..." he grinned. "Here? In the middle of the path? You can't! Someone might see me!" Meg gasped. "Yup, they might, but you don't want to go into the woods. We've never seen anyone on this path yet, but I guess someone might come along. Move your hands." Meg thought for a moment. It was true they had never seen anyone. It was also unlike Mark to order her. She had been born first and had always seemed to be in charge. Mark was now taking control. Having him pull her pants down also seemed to excite her. Almost reluctantly she released her grip. Mark immediately pushed her shorts and panties to her ankles. Meg couldn't believe she had let Mark pant her like that, but the result was she was even more horny than she was before. "Open your legs," Mark told her. With her shorts and panties still at her ankles, she was limited in how far she could open them, but she opened as wide as her clothes allowed. She couldn't believe how turned on she was. She was standing in front of her brother in the middle of the path with her clothes at her ankles and her legs open for him! Meg felt her wetness flow as his hand went to her pussy. He began to rub her. She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. Without realizing it, she bent her knees outward, opening more and pressing her pussy into his hand. It only seemed to take seconds before her whole body shuddered as she climaxed. She leaned into him to help support her so she wouldn't fall. Her climax continued, draining her until she blurted, "Stop!" fearing she would pass out. Meg held Mark until her strength returned. Once she finally recovered, she straightened out and he backed away. She blushed as she pulled her panties and shorts up. "I can't believe I just did that right here in the open!" she giggled. "...but thanks."

The Exhibitionist Girl’s Solo Holiday by Vanessa Evans A girl goes on holiday to find ways to live her exhibitionist fantasies. Part 1 Hi, my name is Sadie and I’m and exhibitionist. No, I’m not at a meeting of exhibitionists anonymous I’m at home, my own small apartment typing this story. It starts about six months ago when I broke off my relationship with a young man that I’d been going out with for nearly a year. Why did I break up with him? Well basically he turned out to be a prude. We’d been making love in all sorts of places getting more daring as time went on. The bust up came when he said that he wanted to confine our love-making to our bedroom. Me, on the other hand, I wanted to get more daring, having sex where the chances of being seen got higher and higher. He started calling me a slut, a whore and lots of other names so I told him to do one. We’d been talking about going on a holiday to Ibiza where I was hoping to hit the nude beaches but after the bust up I gave up on that idea, well for a few weeks anyway, then I started thinking and decided that I’d go on my own so that I could live out all my fantasies without anyone trying to hold me back, so I started planning again. Now would probably be a good time to describe myself. I’m twenty two, of average height, slim, light brown shortish hair and ‘A’ cup tits. Some people say that I’m bow legged but I’m not, it’s just that there’s a bigger than average gap between my thighs at the top which tends to show my slit and clit that for some reason doesn’t have much of a hood, nor do I have any inner lips to talk about. No ‘butterfly’ that people talk about. That’s enough about me for now, back to the planning. I wanted a hotel in the middle of a lively resort so San Antonio shone out. I didn’t want a big or expensive hotel believing that they would probably have more rules about dress code. The other thing was that I wanted a hotel that was on a busy pedestrian street with a room that had a balcony overlooking that street. It took a few nights searching but eventually I found one that could offer me a room that met my criteria and was available for the two weeks in August that I wanted. Next I had to find a flight. Unfortunately I couldn’t get one from the nearest airport and I had to get one from Gatwick which was a three hour train(s) journey away. Flight and hotel booked I started doing more research about Ibiza, San Antonio, the beaches and the public transport. I decided on public transport rather than hiring a car because a car is too private and I intended to be seen not hide in a car. My next challenge was to sort out what clothes and accessories I would be taking with me. Fortunately I know how to sew and I have a sewing machine. I made a list of the clothes that I wanted and got busy, What I couldn’t make I bought. When the weather improved I tried out some of the more conservative clothes going into town and wandering around the streets and parks with desired results of men getting glimpses of my tits and bald pussy because I’d stopped wearing bras and knickers soon after I became a single woman again. ***** It finally came to the day that I was going on holiday. I had to get up a four in the morning to catch a train to Gatwick and it was chilly out but that didn’t bother me, the excitement that my holiday had started was enough to keep me warm and I closed the door to my little apartment wearing only a thin, pleated microskirt that I could hardly feel and a thin, silky, sleeveless, button front blouse that is a baggy fit and doesn’t hide my pokies when the material lays against my chest. My nipples that were hard because of the cold, the thin top and the knowledge that people would be seeing my bare breasts when I leant forwards together with that short skirt that could easily be lifted by the breeze or rise up when I bent over made me a happy girl. It wasn’t far to walk to the train station but my skirt was fluttering about in the slight breeze and I was sure that if anyone was around they would have got glimpses of my butt and slit. I already had my ticket so it was straight to the platform which involved climbing up a lot of steps, going over a bridge then going down the same number of steps. I wasn’t the only person catching the early morning train and quite a few people passed me as I climbed the steps lifting my suitcase from step to step. It was an ideal opportunity for people to look up the back of my skirt and I saw a few men look back at me, hopefully wanting to see the front of the girl who’s bare butt they had just seen. Going down the other side was much easier with the help of gravity then it was standing on the platform waiting for the train. I have never been on a train platform that wasn’t windy and this one was no exception and I could see my skirt blowing all over the place, me pretending that I didn’t know it was happening. On the train my seat was reserved, one of four, two sets of two facing each other and fortunately no table between them. With my suitcase safely in the racks I sat in my aisle seat, my skirt going up at the back and me sitting on my bare bottom. No one came to claim the other three seats in the set of four and I was able to relax and let my knees drift apart allowing anyone walking along the aisle towards me to be able to see up my skirt and see my bald pubis and the front of my slit. I was wearing my sunglasses so I could easily pretend to be sleeping and still watch the people walking towards me and looking down to see what they weren’t expecting to see and I was pleased to see that most of the men walking along the aisle did look down at the girl who had gone to sleep and as accidentally exposing herself. So far my holiday was going exactly as planned. As the two hour journey progressed I got more lazy the way I sat and my butt slid down the seat a bit more and my knees opened a little more. A few people getting on and off and walking down the aisle got a pleasant surprise as they passed me. The train arrived at the station in North London only ten minutes late and I had then to get across London on the underground to catch the Gatwick Express to the airport. If you think that overground train stations are windy you will say that underground station have a gale blowing through them. I’d planned my journey with plenty of time to allow me to go up and down the escalators a few times and I did just that hoping that when I was going up the people behind me would be able to see up my skirt that was blowing all over the place. I made things more interesting for those voyeurs by standing with my feet about shoulder width apart. Another reason why I was grateful for the breeze was that it was drying my pussy juices that were running down the insides of my thighs. By the time that I caught the underground train to Victoria Station the rush hour was in full flow. Instead of going the direct route to Victoria I had deliberately gone on the Circle Line so that I was on the underground trains for longer. I only just managed to get in the train due to the huge number of people trying to get to work and I deliberately stood with one leg either side of my case to make sure that I didn’t loose sight of it, and that, and my short pleated skirt made me a target for the underground rush hour gropers. Something else that I had hoped for. The train was so crowded that people were right up me even though my suitcase was taking up more space than my feet. It took a few stations but I eventually felt a hand on my bare thigh. When I didn’t turn and slap the nearest person the hand started to slide up and before long it was probing my very wet pussy. As well as finger fucking me those fingers played with my clit and by the time the train had gone through four stations I was having my first orgasm of my holiday and making the man’s hand very wet. The hand withdrew, the number of people on the train diminished and the train was arriving at Victoria. My skirt again blew all over the place until I got onto the Gatwick Express and I managed to get a seat for the thirty minute journey. As it was only thirty minutes, and I didn’t deliberately try to flash anyone and I didn’t look to see if anyone was looking at me but I had sat with my legs not crossed and my knees slightly apart. In the airport it was busy with holidaymakers planning to go all over the world a lot of them rushing to get to their gates on time. Because I had an e-ticket all I had to do was print out a luggage ticket then check-in my case. The only opportunities for something interesting to happen was when I had to apply the luggage ticket and then bend to lift the case onto the conveyor belt and I took those opportunities to bend over for as long as possible hoping that some people behind me would get to see my bare butt and pussy between my cheeks. When I stood back up straight and turned around I did see a couple of people staring at me with blank faces, not really giving any indication that they had seen my goodies. Then it was through customs and security where I hoped that I would get taken to one side and strip searched but I wasn’t that lucky. Because I had given myself plenty of time to get there and everything had gone well I had over two hours to wait before I could board my plane so I took the opportunity to find places where I could sit very lazily and maybe pretend to fall asleep and let my knees drift further apart. I guessed that if anyone saw up my skirt and weren’t happy they wouldn’t complain to anyone because it would take time and they might miss their plane. I also unfastened most of the buttons on my blouse. With my small tits I don’t have a cleavage but if my blouse gapes open it is easy to see a tit and nipple. I found a seat opposite a group of young men and perched my bare butt on the front edge of the chair and leaned back. I had put my sunglasses back on after coming through security and I watched the young men, waiting for them to notice that they could see up my skirt. It didn’t take long. As I pretended to doze I watched as the guys got themselves into the best position to see my pussy, some of them even swapping places at times so that they all got a good look. I even let my knees drift further apart. What surprised me was that none of them got their phones out and took some photos. That show ended when over the PA I heard an announcement that a flight to Palma was now boarding. Once they were gone I went to one of the fast food joints and got a snack then sat at a table to eat and drink. I chose a table in an open area that had a busy walkway next to it and moved a chair so that it was facing the direction that people would come from to get to their departure gate. Again I sat lazily with my knees apart so that the approaching people could see my bald pussy and slit and clit if they looked I stayed there sat like that for a good thirty minutes and through my sunglasses I determined that only about five percent of people noticed me and only about half of them looked for as long as they could whilst still walking. In a way I was disappointed. My flight was finally called and I headed to the gate. I’d expected to board the plane via an air-bridge but the plane was parked some distance away and the passengers had to board buses to get to it. People were jammed into the buses but there were no wandering hands although a tall man was stood next to me and I’m sure that he was looking down my blouse. After I first saw him looking I adjusted the sides giving him impression that I was trying to give him nothing to see but I was actually making it so that he could see more of my tits. Unfortunately the bus journey was only a few minutes. Getting onto the plane was another windy experience. The draught from all the engines of the planes taking off was making the area feel like we were in a gale. I’d managed to manoeuvrer myself so that some men followed me up the steps and as we went up a couple of steps then waiting for a few seconds before doing the same again, I noticed that the men behind me had left a big gap so that their heads were at my butt height. With the wind blowing I knew what they were doing. Going through the plane door I held my clutch against my chest so that the cabin crew couldn’t see that most of the buttons on my blouse were undone. I’d heard stories of girls being asked to leave a plane because they were showing too much skin and I didn’t want to risk it. However, once I was going down the aisle I moved my clutch away. As you probably know going down the aisle of a crowded plane with everyone trying to stow their luggage and sort their seats out at the same time makes progress slow and you often have to squeeze passed people and you brush up against them. This can be an opportunity for buttons to come undone and skirts to be pulled to one side or another and by the time I got to my row my skirt had been pulled to one side a few times and my pussy and butt had probably been displayed to the already sitting passengers a few times. Also I noticed that the rest of the buttons on my blouse had come undone and the two sides were just hanging there. My tits were covered but it would take very little for them not to be and I ignored the problem. I had deliberately reserved a window seat in a block of three and when I got to my row I saw that the aisle and middle seat were already occupied by two young men. “Excuse me, I need to be in the window seat.” I said. I’d expected them to unfasten their seat belts and move down the aisle so that I could get in but no, they just moved their knees to one side making it barely possible for me to almost climb over them to get to my seat. I’m sure that you’ve all been on charter airline planes that have so little leg room that you are constantly knocking your knees on the seat in front, well this was one of those planes and it was a time consuming challenge to get first one leg then the other passed the legs of the seated young men. I decided to do it facing the young men and I’m 99 percent sure that they got a look at not only my pussy but my tits as well, especially as I hadn’t fastened any of the buttons on my blouse. By the time I sat down I was out of breath and my blouse was pulled to one side and one tit was out. I adjusted the blouse to cover both tits but I didn’t fasten any buttons. I straightened my skirt before fastening my seat belt after making sure that the hem of the skirt was as high up my legs as I thought I could get away with. The guy next to me soon started the small talk and we exchanged first names, where we were from and where we were going. It turned out that they were also going to San Antonio but to a different hotel but I didn’t expect to see them again after we got off the plane. The slightly over two hour flight was boring and I tried to get some sleep. Through my sunglasses I could see that both guys were staring at my chest a lot so I guessed that my blouse was open enough for them to see one of my tits. The heat hit us as soon as the plane door opened but it was a good five minutes before I managed to go down the steps to the waiting buses. Again it was very windy and I didn’t know if the whole island was windy or if it was caused by the numerous planes taking off. I did nothing to hold my skirt down, me not even looking to see if anyone had seen my bare butt and maybe pussy Finally in the airport building there was the usual queues for security to give you that distrusting look as they scrutinise your passport and your face, then the waiting to collect your luggage before I was finally free to get to my hotel. Research had told me that the bus stop to San Antonio was just outside a particular exit and I easily found it and joined the queue of about thirty people waiting to catch the same bus. When it arrived cases were stowed in the sides and people piled on. I’d calculated the journey distance and estimated that it should take about thirty minutes. However the bus didn’t go the direct route and it was about ninety minutes later that we pulled into San Antonio bus station. With the help of google maps I found my hotel about fifteen minutes later and from the outside it looked just what I wanted. The old man on reception either didn’t notice my open blouse or he was way too old to appreciate my tits and five minutes later I was going up one floor in the lift and wheeling my case to my room. The first thing that I did was take my blouse right off as I went to the glass then the shutter doors and opened them wide. The heat rushed in making the aircon useless but I saw that my balcony did indeed overlook the busy pedestrian street. I was topless and anyone could look up and see me at anytime. Within seconds I was bottomless as well as my skirt went flying back into my room. One of the reasons for selecting that hotel was that the balcony railing were just that, metal bars that were about ten cm apart. I could look over them or through them down to the street. Conversely, people on the street looking up could see me from head to ankles and at that moment my bare everything. Across the narrow street was another hotel with balconies so close that I was sure that I could easily have a conversation with anyone stood on the balcony opposite. After looking up and down the street a few times I looked down hoping that someone was looking up. Unfortunately I saw no one looking but I did see some tables and chairs that belonged to the little cafe diagonally opposite. Happy with my room I turned and went inside leaving the doors wide open. Looking at the bed I realised that when I was laying on it I would be able to look out and see into the rooms opposite and they would be able to see into mine. A bonus I thought. I quickly emptied my suitcase putting everything in drawers and the wardrobe then I got out what I was going to wear to go to the small shop down the road to get some bottles of water. I knew that I’d be drinking quite a lot of water. What I chose to wear was just a sheer flowered pareo, my tits were clearly visible and below them the sheer material only just met in the front when I was just standing there. To keep them together I would have to stand still or hold the sides together. With my purse in my hand I left my room, went through reception where the old man just gave me a quick look then I was out on the street in the bright sunlight. I looked down at my chest and could clearly see my tits with my dark nipples making pokies in the paero. There were plenty of other scantily clad girls around but none that I could see with their tits, slit and clit visible through what they were wearing although I saw two girls wearing thong bikini bottom with uncovered butt cheeks. I walked down the street with no one giving me a second glance. In the shop I got a very large bottle of water and a couple of small ones, the young girl on the till giving me a strange look because my paero was open and she was be able to see my bald pubis and slit. So would anyone who cared to look during my walk back to the hotel. Back in my room I changed into just a crotchless G-string (that I had made) and looked in the mirror to confirm that from the front it looked just like a normal G-string with my pubic bone covered then I grabbed a towel and sunglasses and went down to the hotel’s swimming pool. To get there I had to go through the reception area but at the opposite side to where the old man was sitting and he didn’t even look up. The pool wasn’t very big and didn’t have a lifeguard. I wasn’t the only topless girl there, there were only three couples there, one of the girls topless. I claimed a lounger then jumped into the pool and swam a couple of the short lengths just to freshen-up. Then it was sunbathing time, time to start my all-over tan. After I’d spread my towel on the lounger I lay on my back and relaxed. It was the first time that I’d properly relaxed all day and in that sun it was wonderful. I spread my legs a little knowing that my pussy would now be on display. Two of the couples there were in the pool and their head height was at about my pussy’s level and with the head end of the lounger raised and my sunglasses on I watched to see if they noticed what was on display. Just for the record, I much prefer men looking at me but I have no problem with girls looking as well. I’m not a lesbian but I have had a couple of experiences with girls and I wouldn’t be opposed to jumping into bed with the right type of girl if the opportunity arose. Anyway, it was one of the guys who first noticed my pussy and after staring for a few seconds he told the girl who was with him that my pussy wasn’t covered. She turned and looked and they both stared for a good minute before they swam off. I noticed that after that they were right in front of each other and I wondered what they were doing under the water. If they were ‘touching’ each other I would have been pleased that I was the cause of their intimacy. I’d been there about fifteen minutes when I saw two young men arrive. They walked round the pool and headed my way. I wondered if they were going to try to hit on me but they both looked down at my pussy and walked passed then took a couple of loungers a little further down. When they’d looked at my pussy it started tingling a bit and I was pleased that I’d thought of making a crotchless G-string. The two guys dived into the pool and swam around a bit while I eased my legs further apart and pulled the G-string up a bit at the front so that my clit was uncovered then I waited. It wasn’t long before they both surfaced and I watched them stare at my pussy for about a minute. The sun was starting to go down so I decided to go back to my room. I waited until the two guys were at the end of the pool that I’d have to walk passed then I started walking, my little tits only slightly wobbling and my clit throbbing. In reception the old man was dealing with two young men who looked like they had just arrived so I wandered around looking to see what was where. Basically not a lot of anything, It was a cheap hotel so I hadn’t been expecting much and I wasn’t disappointed. One of the young men looked up and saw the girl who was only wearing a G-string and elbowed his mate who also looked up. I walked towards them, smiled then turned to go and walk up the stairs. Probably with them watching my bare butt. The G-string came off as soon as I was in my room and I walked out onto the balcony. I sat on one of the chairs, put my feet up on the railing, spread them wide and watched the world go by. Anyone who looked up would be able to see my spread pussy, so would anyone in a few of the rooms in the hotel opposite if there had been anyone there. It had been a long day and I was a little tired but not tired enough to stop me from idly rubbing my clit as I looked down on all the holidaymakers. Some looked to be coming back from the beach and some looked as though they were going out for the evening. Night time was rapidly approaching and suddenly a street light came on. I hadn’t thought about street lights during my holiday planning but this one was higher up than I was and was bathing me in a light orange light. “Perfect.” I thought. “It will light me up when I’m standing out here at night and people will be able to see me.” A girl appeared on the balcony of a room up a floor and diagonally opposite. I saw her look down to the street then across the street. As her head turned she saw me still rubbing my clit. After a few seconds staring I heard her say something and a young man came out and joined her. He was looking at her until she pointed my way then they both watched me as I continued rubbing. Having a little audience made my orgasm arrive quicker and my head went back and my fingers went deep inside me as the waves of pleasure rode over me. Then I just let my hands fall to my sides and closed my eyes. When I opened them the couple had gone and I wondered if my performance had prompted them to make love. I wondered how long it would be before a guy would hit on me and I’d think enough of him to let him fuck me. I watched the people walking along the street below for a while and was pleased to see what the girls were wearing as they walked towards the lively part of town. What I had seen on social media was right and I was pleased that I had come properly prepared. It was time to think about getting something to eat and have the odd drink or two so I got up and went inside my room. As I entered I looked at my bed, most of it was bathed in the orange light from the street light. I put the room lights on and then sat on the bed in different positions and came to the conclusion that if I left the doors to the balcony open and the room light on the people in six or maybe more of the rooms in the hotel opposite would be able to see me laying on my bed, and I say ON my bed because it was so warm that I intended to leave the sheets underneath me. I would hopefully have voyeurs watching the naked me as I slept. First it was a shower, the bathroom wasn’t fantastic but it was adequate and clean and I had a lovely shower. I found that I could easily detach the shower head from the flexible hose and get a nice jet of water squirting against my clit. The other thing was, with the shower curtain open, the bathroom door open and the glass and shutter doors to the balcony open I could see two of the balconies of the hotel opposite. Which meant that if anyone was on those balconies they would be able to see me having a shower. I was really liking that hotel. Shower over it was time to decide what to wear. I settled on the man’s string vest that I had bought on eBay. It’s black and is long enough to cover my butt and pussy and the arm holes are low enough and big enough to show some side boob but if anyone wanted to see my tits they just had to look from the front. What’s more the holes in the vest are big enough for my nipples to poke through, genuine pokies. To go under the vest I got out one of my butt plugs, the one with the fake ruby in the end. I’d checked back at home and the ruby is clearly visible under that vest. I lubed it up and eased it into my butt. To complete my outfit I wore three inch heels and carried a little shoulder bag. On my way out I went over to the reception desk. The old man had been replaced by a young girl who didn’t look anywhere near old enough to be holding down a job. I asked her if she had any maps of the island that had the best nudist beaches marked on it. When she looked up she saw my tits through the vest but she ignored my exposure and went and got a map for me. I turned to watch her go and when she came back she came and stood at my side of the desk. There was no way that she couldn’t have seen that the vest was all that I had on especially as she was looking at me when I opened the map and asked her which were the best nudist beaches and if there was a bus service running to them. The girl kindly marked the beaches with an X and wrote the bus service number against them. Everything that she marked I already knew, I had got ll that information from the internet. I just wanted to see her reaction to what I was wearing. She had reacted, or should I say hadn’t reacted, as I had hoped. The other thing that I had hoped for was that it would have been a man receptionist. Maybe that would come in the following days but I was one step nearer to being in reception totally naked. Outside lots of people were going up and down the street. Girls were wearing everything from long dresses to just thong bikinis. Others were wearing beach cover-ups, some with just bikini bottoms or maybe knickers under them and others wearing horrible looking one piece swim suits with decorations attached to make them look like they were going clubbing like that. Most of those one piece suits were of the thong variety. In fact I would say that a good thirty percent of the girls had their butt cheeks exposed. I started walking towards the part of the town that has the most bars and eating places and I didn’t feel at all under dressed. In fact I even thought that I could get away with just wearing one of my crotchless G-strings because no one was staring at me. Then I rationalised that it was night time and not everywhere was lit as bright as daylight. The further I went the more I reasoned that at least one evening I was going to go out wearing just one of my crotchless G-strings. After exploring the nightlife of that part of town and seeing how lively it was I chose a cafe to eat in and went and sat at a table. I chose one near the walkway which I moved the chair so the I was facing the way that I thought most people were coming from and spread my knees. Sitting at a table like that and on a street was something that I intended to a lot during my holiday, although at night the effect is greatly reduced. A waiter came, gave me a menu and asked me what I would like to drink. He looked at my chest then carried on as if I was wearing a bra and a shirt. I ordered then realised that in his job in that location he must see hundreds of tits each week Anyway, I ordered, got and ate my food and paid not having seen one person look my way. I was disappointed but it wasn’t unexpected. Then I wandered down by the harbour and looked at the various stalls that were setup. I was truly amazed that no one said anything or even gave me a second glance. I giggled at the thought of walking around with a dildo sticking out of me and it having a flashing beacon on the end to attract peoples attention. Then I saw the ferries that went across the bay and those that went to the different beaches. The design of them meant that people would be sat opposite each other and I imagined me sat with my knees open and the people staring at my spread, bare pussy. Going to a beach on a ferry was one thing that I had considered but it takes more than twice the time that the buses take so I had discounted it in favour of taking the buses but seeing the ferry boats made me think again. I decided maybe I’d try it one day. As I said, it had been a long day so I finally headed back to the hotel. The streets outside the lively area were still busy with people heading towards the action or going back to their hotels. The younger people appeared to be rushing to go to the action but the streets being not so busy gave those people more of a chance to look at what was walking their way and I heard a few comments from young men, all of them similar to, “Bloody hell man, did you see her cunt.” Each time I heard one I smiled and thought, “Getting there.” The young girl was still at the reception desk so it looked like she worked the night shift, and when she saw me she called me over. At first I thought that she was going to say something about what was on display but she told me that she had found a better map. She was stood in front of me marking things on the map, interspaced with looking up and at either my pussy or my face. I rapidly came to the conclusion that she was quite happy for me to display my goodies and I again decided that I definitely was going to be totally naked in the reception. While she was telling me about getting to one beach, which she said was the best one for nudists, she was telling me that I needed to get a bus to Ibiza town and then get another one to Ses Salines. I already knew that but I let her go on whilst I wondered if I could venture outside the hotel totally naked. That would be so totally cool. Finally she finished and I thanked her before going up the stairs to my room. The first thing that I did every time that I went into my room was to take off everything that I was wearing. The seconds thing was to open wide both balcony doors and look out. When I did it this time I saw two young men on a balcony opposite. They were sat on chairs talking and drinking from bottles. They didn’t see me at first so I switched my lights on and then went out onto the balcony. The lights must have caught their attention because they were both looking at the naked me as I went and leant on the railings looking down. I was pleasantly pleased with how well I was lit up. I waved at the two guys and shouted,” Hi.” but they didn’t respond so I decided to give them something to think about. I sat on the chair, spread my legs wide and rubbed one out for them. They still didn’t respond even though I knew that they had watched me perform for them so I decided that this must be their first holiday without their parents and that they were too shy to say anything. I then went in, cleaned my teeth and lay on my bed with the doors still wide open and the lights still on. I knew that the two guys could still see me as I lay on my back with my legs open, and I went to sleep. I woke at just after 2 a.m. Some drunk youth was slowly making his way back to his hotel singing his head off. I got up and went and looked down to the street and confirmed what I thought. Apart from that drunk things were much quieter but there were still quite a few young people making their way back to their hotels. I wanted that guy to look up and see me. He may have been drunk but he was still a man so I coughed loudly. That was enough and he looked up. “Hey lady, you’ve got no clothes on.” He shouted. I ignored him and kept looking. The drunk’s shouting was enough for a few people to look up. All of them seeing the naked girl looking down at them. As I said earlier, the street lighting was enough for them to know that I was indeed naked. I was happy, another part of my plan was coming together. Over the next couple of hours I managed to attract the attention of over a dozen young men, and a few girls that were with them. My throat started to get a bit sore so I had to find another way to attract their attention and I came up with the idea of squeezing an empty plastic water bottle. The cracking sounds was out of place there so people looked up to see what it was. When the pedestrian traffic started to change to locals going to work and street cleaning I gave up and went back to bed. That was the routine that I had every night that I was there and well over a hundred people must have looked up and seen the naked me. ***** My phone alarm went off at 7:30 a.m. I had booked the only meal that the hotel offered, breakfast and they started serving at 8 a.m. Most of those thirty minutes was spent in the bathroom including a full body shave. The young girl was still on reception when I went down wearing only a sheer micro dress. I went over to her and she looked up and was able to clearly see my tits and slit. She smiled and said, “Buenos días.” I knew the answer but I asked where I could get breakfast and she pointed me in the right direction. The breakfast room was small with only five tables. It was self service from a couple of long tables at one side and an old woman was bringing plates of food out from the kitchen and putting them on the long tables. Only the coffee that I fancied was there when I got there so I got a cup and went to sit at a table. As I was drinking it a young couple came in and sat between me and the food. I decided to get my breakfast one item at a time. The guy stared at me each time I went passed them and I heard the girl whispering something about a slut. Back in my room I prepared a bag to take to the beach and what I had to decide to wear. I’d be going on two buses changing in Ibiza town and from what I could find on the internet the bus stops for the two buses weren’t near to each other, so bearing that in mind going there wearing just a crotchless G-String wouldn’t be a good idea, besides I’d read reports that some of the bus drivers don’t like looking at female skin. I chose a skirt and top. The skirt being ultra short and barely covering my butt, the top being halter that I had made, slightly sheer and short so that if you are lower than me you can look up and see lots of under-boob. Then it was off to the bus station. The bus to Ibiza town was a lot quicker than the one from the airport but it took a few minutes to find the stop for the bus to Ses Salines. When I did find it there was a long queue and I feared that I would miss the first one but people just kept getting on. There must have been fifty people crammed onto that bus and I was squashed between two men. I thought back to the London underground but no one groped me. I did see one of the men sat next to where I was standing look up my top. He couldn’t have not seen all of the bottom half of my tits. When we got there the passengers were going off in three directions, one to the little shop that was there. Secondly across the road and into a street-side cafe that I later discovered was to a path that went between a huge car park and the back of the main beach, and thirdly directly down a slope passed where a lot of two wheeled vehicles were parked and onto the end of the beach. I chose the last option wanting to feel the sand between my toes as soon as possible. As soon as I saw the beach I knew that it was much better than the photos on the internet. It was relatively quiet at at that end but I could see lots of people further down. Knowing that nudism was allowed on the beach I stopped and took my top and skirt off and started walking. When I got to the area where lots of people were clustered together I was expecting to see some other naked people but all I saw was topless. I smiled and thought that maybe the whole beach wasn’t naturist, but I didn’t stop to put something on. Other than what I wore there all I had with me was one of four flowery scarfs that I took with me and all my scarfs are VERY sheer. I planned to wrap that round my waist and tie the ends in a knot if I needed to wear something in one of the beach bars that I had read were there. I passed one beach bar and then the number of people thinned out, then I saw my first naked person, a man. That was my cue to find somewhere to spread my towel and really start my all-over tan. I picked a spot which was near where people were coming onto the beach from beside the beach bar hoping that they would look at the naked girl with her legs spread wide then I got myself organised, mostly on my hands and knees so that my butt was pointing at the clothed area. My first day on the beach was going to be a simple one, observing, exploring, sunbathing, swimming and of course displaying myself. I had plans to spice things up on subsequent trips to the beach. Then I covered myself in sunblock and I was ready to start sunbathing. I lay back, legs spread very wide and sunglasses on. It was glorious, the sun, the sea and the sand all made for the perfect place. I could have laid there all day except for the limited the number of people who would see my naked body. But I had to counter that against the fact that those who saw me there would see all of my pussy, but for then I just wanted to absorb laying on the beach in that rare commodity in England, the sun. I stayed there for well over an hour, only turning over when I got too warm but spreading my legs wide when I was on my stomach as well. I even went up on my spread knees displaying my butt and pussy to the people waking by. I saw quite a few people looking at me as they walked along the edge of the water, all of whom went towards where there were more naked people. Then I went for a swim and that too was a wonderful experience, warm water tickling my pussy as I swam. Next it was a visit to the nearby beach bar. I hadn’t seen any totally naked people going in there so I got the scarf and wrapped it round my waist so that it covered my butt and my slit – just. I was covered but still exposed to anyone who looked for more than a split second. The knot was just in front of my left hip but it would take very little for me to slide the whole thing round so that the knot was above my pubes leaving my slit and clit uncovered. I was both disappointed and pleased that no one took any real notice of me and I was starting to think that the social code in Ibiza is like in London, just ignore everyone else unless you had to interact with them. Anyway, I got a drink and a snack and sat at a table to consume them. As just about always these days I sat lazily knowing that my whole pussy was on display to anyone who cared to look from the right angle. When I got back to my towel it was time for something different. Putting everything in my bag I put it over my shoulder and started walking further along the beach. I was soon in the midst of lots of naked people, some actually playing with their own or a partner’s genitals. I didn’t see any fucking or oral sex acts. There was another beach bar with much louder music and I wondered if there were any totally naked girls in there but I didn’t go and look, instead I kept walking, to the end of the beach then up the sandy, rocks on a track that was obviously used by vehicles. On I walked looking down on little sandy coves with people sunbathing naked, or in one case, a couple fucking until I eventually came to what looked like a disused lighthouse. I could see some old men fishing from the rocks but I wasn’t interested. On I walked until I came to another long beach, it looked amazing but as I walked I soon discovered that this beach was mainly for gay men. There’s something about the thought of a man fucking another man’s butt or a man giving another man a blowjob or even wanking another man that really turns me off. I just can’t understand why they would want to do that when there are so many women out there that could give them a really good time. But hey, if that’s what they want to do then good luck to them. Live and let live is what I say. Anyway, I eventually came to a car park and a little shop where I went in, still totally naked, and bought an ice lolly from the woman running the place, then headed off back. Instead if going back along the beach I went on a path parallel to the sea though some shallow dunes. Unfortunately that proved to be educational in the subject of gay sex acts. Eventually I came to the trees and followed paths and dirt roads that I hoped was in the general direction of where I had come from although the volume of trees and the constant chirping of the millions of crickets that appeared to live in each tree was a little confusing. Then I saw a little coca-cola lorry heading towards me. I stepped to the side but was still facing the lorry as it approached then went passed me, the diver not even looking at me. I was starting to think that my sense of direction was all wrong and that I was lost when I turned a corner and saw a car park full of cars. Assuming that the owners were on the beach where I had been I was a little happier. Still not putting any clothes on I walked in amongst the cars ignoring the people that were walking around and getting into and out of cars. I saw a car entrance / exit and headed for it. The two old men collecting money ignored me as I walked out onto the road and alongside more of the car park. Then I came to a roundabout on the main road and knew exactly where I was. As I walked along the side of the main road a bus came flying passed me then pulled into where I had got off one earlier. As the people piled off the bus, some walking towards me, and all of them ignoring me. I decided that it was too early to be heading back to my hotel so I walked in amongst those who were walking along the side of the car park. Some of those people were following me and some were walking faster and passing me, all of those would have been getting a great view of my bare butt. Some of the people turned and headed through the trees, I followed and came out on the beach next to the beach bar that I had been in. Confident that I had enough knowledge of the area I spread my towel very close to where I had been before. As my towel was spread out I walked into the sea and swam towards the clothed area. When I came out of the sea I had to walk through about half of the clothed area. In amongst those who were standing at the water’s edge. It felt good being the only one naked on that part of the beach. Back at my towel I again lay with my legs spread wide. When I turned onto my stomach I kept my legs quite close together, the reason was that my right hand was underneath my stomach and my fingers were toying with my clit. As I got more and more aroused my legs started spreading and before long anyone walking along the water’s edge who looked would be able to see that I was masturbating. My fingers weren’t moving very fast and it took quite a while for my climax to arrive but it did arrive and it was a very pleasant one. They’re always better when other people are watching me. I didn’t actually know if anyone was watching me at that time but there was a good chance that at least one of the many older men stood at the water’s edge would be looking at me. Orgasm fading like the crashing waves I relaxed only to be woken by different, loud music and people shouting. I turned over and lay back, legs wide and leaning back on my elbows. I watched as a group of people came along the beach carrying banners advertising a nightclub in Playa d’en Bossa, a town that I had considered getting a hotel at because it has lots of bars and nightclubs. I watched them walk by then a girl about my age and wearing only a G-string came and gave me a flyer for the night club. She was English and she told me that there would be lots of hunky men at the night club. I have never really thought much of night clubs and rarely been to one and I had no real plans to go to any in Ibiza and certainly not one across the island so the flyer went in my bag to go into a rubbish bin when I got back to the hotel. But I did think about that girls job, what it would be like to go up to all the young men on a beach and ask them to go to a night club and answer any question whilst they looked me up and down and between my legs when I squat down to talk to them, especially if I could do the job totally naked. Apart from seeing a few men look at my pussy nothing very interesting happened for the next hour or so I decided to start my journey back to the hotel. I knew that I’d have to put some clothes on before I got on the bus but I certainly wasn’t going to put them on where I was, I had walked through the clothed area totally naked that morning and again shortly before then so there was no way that I was going to put anything on before doing so again. So I put everything in my bag, put it over my shoulder and started walking. Like on the walk that morning no one said anything although I did see a few people staring at me. When I got to the end of the cluster of people I kept walking passed the young men who were looking after the jet-skis and up the ramp to where all the two-wheeled vehicles were and onto the road. A car was coming towards me and I turned to face it to make sure that the driver had seen me then when it was gone I put my bag down and decided to wear the scarf for a skirt and the halter top. I again tied the scarf on my left hip then pulled the knot a little towards my bald pubis. I tied the halter a little higher on my chest so that my nipples were only just covered and I was showing nearly all of the bottom of my little tits. Then I walked over to where the bus had dropped me off before, where about thirty people were stood waiting. No one stared or said anything about my see-through bottoms, not even when I twisted the scarf round so that my bald pubis and slit were uncovered. However, it was a while before the bus arrived so I sat on a kerb stone with my feet well apart and my knees up near my chest. My pussy was on full display and I did see a handful of men staring at me for a while. When the bus stopped and the people on it got off, everyone waiting to get on moved forwards. The concept of queueing being totally alien to everyone. That didn’t bother me as I didn’t want a seat I wanted to be standing in the aisle and I got my wish. I ended up stood between two sitting, middle-aged men and they both had much larger women sat in the window seats. As soon as the bus started moving I turned sideways meaning that my bald pubis and slit were very close to one of the men’s head. It took him a few minutes before he realised what was next to him then his head was going from side to side as he talked to his woman and looked at my pussy. Oh, and I had to stand with my feet well apart to keep from falling over as the bus bounced along. Also, he looked up a couple of times, presumably to see the face of the pussy that he’d been looking at and he saw the bottom half of my tits as well. I was satisfied with my showing when I got off the bus in Ibiza town. Everyone appeared to be in their own little world and didn’t realise what I was wearing or they saw and didn’t care, and before long I was on a much less crowded bus back to San Antonio. Again no one stared for any length of time as I walked back to my hotel and I was starting to think that I could walk around totally naked and no one would care. The old man was back on reception and he gave me a half smile when he looked up and saw me. It was time to up the ante a bit and to go to the pool for a quick swim before sunning on my balcony before the sun went down. I put on a different G-string that I had made, This one was more than crotchless, it has no material at all, just the strings framing my pussy and bald pubis. With my sunglasses on and carrying a towel I left my room and went to the pool. There were two couples on loungers at one end, both couples with suitcases presumably waiting for the time to leave to go home, and a group of five young men were in the pool throwing a ball between themselves. A couple of them looked at me as I went to a lounger, raised the top end, spread my towel and lay on it with my legs slightly apart and my sunglasses hiding the fact that I was watching the young men.. It wasn’t long before the ball came out of the pool, landing near me and not rolling back to the pool. One of the guys got out and came to get the ball and when he was stood right next to me he said, “Really going for a complete all-over tan I see luv.” “Not quite, I’ll still get while lines from these.” I replied as I lifted the elasticated string near my hip then let go and feeling my flesh sting a little as I let go of it. “You could always take it off, I’m sure that no one would object.” The guy said. “I don’t think so, someone might object.” “None of us will luv.” “Well if you’re sure, I guess that I won’t be showing any more than I already am.” “That’s for sure.” I got to my feet and pulled the G-string down and off whilst facing all the guys in the pool. They cheered as I lay back on the longer spreading my legs a little more than the last time. “There you go luv, no white lines now and no one is complaining.” The guy stood next to me said then jumped back into the pool. A few minutes later the ball came out again and a different guy go out to get the ball. This one must have been a bit shy because he didn’t say anything, just smiled at me. The third time that it happened and a third guy got out to come and get a closer look at me, sorry to get the ball, I said, “So are you guys staying at this hotel then?” “Yes, we just got here, and you?” “A couple of days ago.” “So are you on your own then?” “Yes.” “Well if you want to hang with us you’re welcome, maybe look after you in the rough boozers.” “Thanks, I might take you up on that later, we’re bound to cross paths, the hotel isn’t that big and I’m planning of going for a swim when I get back from the beach each day. The thought of being with five young men, especially when I’m naked, appealed to me but I certainly didn’t want them around all the time, I had things that I wanted to achieve and I hadn’t factored five guys into my plan. “Well we’ll be around, maybe you could tell us which beaches are the best sometime. We’ll be going for a drink in the cafe over the road before we hit the town a bit later, you’re welcome to join us of you like.” “You never know, if you’re at the cafe you might see me on my balcony, my room is at the front.” “Okay, better go, those buggers will be complaining.” The guy jumped back into the pool and I continued soaking up the evening sun thinking about the offer. Maybe it would be good to go out with them, they all looked to be quite fit and it would be five males to look at my body. Maybe I could go out with them one time and see how it goes. As the sun went down the five guys left, all giving me a wave. I wasn’t far behind them and I decided to go back to my room totally naked. The old man on receptions just looked up when something caught his eye then went straight back to what whatever it was he was doing. In my room I switched the lights on then went for a shower. Next it was out onto the balcony to see how many times people would look up, or across and see the naked girl standing on her balcony. I counted a few and was reasonably happy. When I said earlier that I had stopped wearing bras and hadn’t taken any with me on holiday that wasn’t strictly true, I did have three bikini tops with me although none were for support or coverage because all three have just tiny triangles that barely cover my areolae and are sheer to some extent so you can clearly see my areolae and nipples, and it is one of those that I chose to wear that night. That and a tiny skirt that is longer at the back than it is at the front. When the skirt is pushed down on my hips my pubes and slit are covered but when I let it ride up they are exposed. I got those out of the wardrobe ready to put on then went to my toy drawer. It was time to break out my Lush 3. I didn’t wait to put that in, it went straight into my already wet pussy and I used my phone to make sure that it was all in working order by giving myself a quick blast at full power which made me jump even though I knew it was coming. Putting my phone in my little shoulder bag I was then ready to slip on my clothes and go. But I didn’t go out yet. It was back onto the balcony to make myself available to anyone who cared to look. Again the two young men over the road watched me and so did another couple that I hadn’t seen before, and at least one man walking down the street looked up before I saw the five guys walking across the road to the cafe. They took seats outside and turned their chairs to look at the hotel and one of them instantly saw me and waved. I waved back as the others turned and waved as well. I watched as a waiter came out and took their order and I noticed that six large glasses of beer appeared on their tables. After the waiter had gone one of the guys picked up a glass, pointed at me then pointed at the glass. I knew what he was saying but I shrugged my shoulders pretending not to know. Then a couple of them waved their arms indicating that they wanted me to join them. Not wanting to be too keen I shook my head sideways but they persisted and I eventually gave then the thumbs up sign and went into my room shutting the doors behind me. Three minutes later I was dressed with the skirt pushed down on my hips and walking across the road with my bag over my shoulder. Two minutes later I had been introduced to Harry, Jack, Ryan, Ethan and Max and a chair was acquired for me to sit on. The comments and question soon started flying, the interesting ones being: - “Do you often stand on you balcony stark naked Sadie?” Jack asked. “All the time, why?” “So you like people looking up and seeing your naked body?” Ethan asked. “I do.” “Is that what I think it is dangling between your legs?” Harry asked. “Probably.” “Who’s controlling it? You boyfriend back in England?” Max asked. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.” “Is it switched on at the moment?” Harry asked. “No.” “Can I borrow the control please?” “No.” “Would you describe yourself as an exhibitionist Sadie?” Jack asked. “Yes.” “So you know that we can see your nipples and slit right now?” Jack continued. “Yes.” “Did you go to one of the nude beaches today? Ryan asked. “I did.” “No need ask if you got naked then?” “Nope.” Mixed in with all that was the usual small talk and the more I heard the guys talk the more that I thought that they were an okay bunch and when they asked me if I was going to join them on a bar crawl I agreed to go with them. Whilst we were talking the guys had got themselves another beer but I refused another because I’d hardly had time to drink the first one. They also asked me about the beaches and which one I’d been to that day. I told them that the only beaches that I intended to visit were the one that I’d been to that day, Ses Salines, and another one, Cala Conta. I also told them roughly where they were and how I intended to get to them. Max asked me if I’d mind them coming along with me when I next went to either of them and I said that I didn’t mind, adding that I had no plans as to when I’d go or what I’d do there, other than sunbathe. Off we finally went with my skirt riding up and me not pulling it down and not switching the vibrator on. It only took a few minutes to get to the first bar that they wanted to go in and soon we were stood around a big barrel that was acting as a table. The place was quite busy with loud music and big TV screens showing images of spectacular motor racing crashes. We stood and talked and the guys started commenting on the other girls that were there. When I say commenting I actually mean that they were picking out the ones that they fancied and were telling each other what they’d do with them. It was a bit of an insight, but not really unexpected for me because when I’d been out with boys back in England they never talked about other girls. Well not from a fancying them point of view. After listening to all their sexual fantasies I asked, “So what were you guys saying about me after you saw me at the hotel pool?” It was Ryan that had the courage to speak first saying, “Well, without being crude we all agreed that you are one hot chick and that we’d all like to fuck you.” “Okay,” I replied, “thanks for the compliment, but what did you all say about me getting naked at the pool?” Again it was Ryan that spoke, “That took you from being hot to smoking hot Sadie.” “Wow, and some of you were talking on the way here. I couldn’t hear what you were saying but I’m guessing that it was about me. Right?” “Right,” Ryan again answered for all of them, “you’re right Sadie, we were saying how brave you were for coming out dressed like that.” “You mean this see-through bikini top and such a short skirt?” “Damn it girl, we can see your pussy, are you trying to drive us crazy?” Ryan replied. “Something like that. Look, we’ve already established that I’m an exhibitionist and what do exhibitionists want? To be seen naked. Much as I’d like to I’m sure that I’d get arrested walking even around here naked so I have to go for the next best thing. Look, I can pull the skirt down so that I’m legally decent but as you’ve seen it rides up, a wardrobe malfunction that can’t be helped. Besides, I’ll bet that ninety percent of the people here haven’t realised that my slit is on display, and as for the see-through bikini top I’ll bet that a good thirty percent of the girl’s tops here are see-through to one extent or other.” “That’s analysing it too much.” Ethan said, “can we just leave it that we think you are smoking hot and that we like looking at every bit of your body.” “That works for me.” I replied, “and thanks guys.” From there we moved on to a bar where we sat at a table outside. We could hear each other talk better and I kept pointing out one of the many scantily clad girls and asking the guys what they thought of her and what they’d like to do to her. The guys answers started off quite politely but soon started to get basic and crude and I started using the same crude language to ask them exactly what they meant. The whole situation and the crude descriptions of what the guys said they would do to the girls was having an effect on me and it didn’t help that Harry and Jack were sat so close to me that I could feel their bare arms accidentally touching me. I’m sure that if they’d cleared the table and lay me on it I would have happily let them gang-bang me right there, in the street with hundreds of people walking by. Well that didn’t happen. What did happen was that we moved on to another bar then another and I soon realised that not only was I getting quite happy, but all the guys were as well. At goodness know what time I said that I was heading back to the hotel. The guys had a bit of a conflab and it was decided that Ryan and Jack would escort me while Harry, Max and Ethan would move on to another bar. Despite my protests saying that I didn’t need an escort they insisted and off we went. I soon realised that both Jack and Ryan were happier than I was but I was happy enough to invite both of them back to my room. Before I knew it my vibrator had been pulled out, Jack was fucking my mouth and Ryan my pussy, and it certainly wasn’t rape, I was just as enthusiastic as they were. When it was all over both guys just wanted to go to sleep but I kicked them out and had a refreshing shower. Then it was out onto the balcony to see if I could get anyone to look up or over and see the naked me standing or sitting there with my legs wide open. After a while, and a handful of voyeurs staring at me, I needed some sleep and with the doors open and the lights on, I lay on my bed and quickly fell asleep. A couple of times whilst it was still dark outside I woke up hearing loud noise and I went out onto the balcony to see what the noise was. One time I was lucky and a couple of drunk men looked up and saw me. One of them was staring as he walked and he walked straight into a parked car and ended up in a pile on the road. I had a little laugh even though I was probably the cause. *****

The Bank Raid By Batty Batz Written December 2007 ­© batty batz PART ONE God this is hard. I have to give a full statement to the police tomorrow about the bank raid today. So I thought if I got everything written down this evening it would be easier to remember. Well my name is Brenda Brown, I’m, 24 and work at the local betting shop in the small town of Berwick, which is in the North West of the UK. There’s just the two of us girls who work the counter, Joyce and me, then there’s the manager Tom who has his own office at the back of the shop. Well it’s been a long hot summer, so this morning I was wearing little more than my rather short summer dress and sandals. The dress was practically backless and tied once round my neck from the front rather than the usual shoulder straps. It was white in colour with a blue and green flower arrangement. Very light but not transparent and it hung very loose which provided good ventilation. Underneath I wore a white thong and strapless bra to match. Had the dress been a bit longer I might have gone commando, but as it only just covers my butt cheeks I thought better of it. However, as the morning went on I might as well have done just that. Joyce was first in the shop this morning and she had the kettle on making a brew when I arrived. She was wearing a white blouse and a mid-thigh sports skirt. As soon as she turned round to greet me I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra as the darkness of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. She’s at least a D cup and I think that blouse was a little small for her. She noticed me staring. “What’s up?” She asked. “No bra today?” I pointed. “That’s going to cheer the customers up.” “That’s not all I’m not wearing.” She laughed and promptly lifted her skirt up revealing a totally clean shaved pussy. “Joyce!” I exclaimed. “You tart, put it away.” She did a little twirl before letting her skirt fall back down. “Well you can talk.” She laughed. “Look at you in your little mini dress. You can see your ass hanging out the back.” “No you can’t.” I said, pulling down on the hemline and grinning. “Anyway I have a thong on.” Feeling daring, I gave her a quick flash, returning the little show she’d just given me. She screamed laughing “Oh my god!” Joyce then handed me my cup of tea and we set about getting the shop ready for opening. I noticed she had that playful glint in her eye the one she gets when she’s up to mischief, so I should have known what was coming next. “Seriously Brenda, you can’t wear a dress like that with that!” “With what?” I asked. “That, that big bra you have on underneath, fancy wearing a bra with a backless dress. It’s hideous. Go take it off right now.” Me a big bra! Now that’s funny, I’m only a B cup. “No way, everyone will see my nipples sticking out.” I told her. “Come on, I know you’ve worked in here before without underwear. It gets too warm. No one will notice; that dress is a little too thick for anything to show and besides, all the customers in here are too busy looking at the TV screens and checking out the latest betting odds to notice what you and I are wearing.” Well that was very true. We both often went commando, but I’d never done so in anything as revealing as this dress. After a little more cajoling I decided to give it a go. Just for a little while anyway and see what it felt like. Joyce and I were always getting up to mischief and daring each other to do one thing or another. So this was just power for the course. So I went off to the bathroom and unhooked my strapless bra and pulled it out from the back of my dress. Although only a B cup they are still quite perky and my nipples soon get hard for very little reason at all. Being bare they soon stood to attention and you could easily make them out through the material of my dress, but at least you couldn’t actually see them. Just two little bumps. Now for the thong; I hooked a thumb into either side of the waistband and soon had it down to my ankles. Stepping out of them I noticed I’d been getting a little sweaty down there from the heat of the day already and it was still early morning. Like Joyce, I’m totally bare and it felt rather good to have free air flow between my legs. Joyce was waiting for me in the shop when I returned, so I did a little twirl for her as she had done earlier; my little dress flapping up and revealing my bare pussy and ass. She did a wolf whistle and we both laughed. It was time to open the shop, so Joyce unlocked the door and placed the open sign in the window. We sat behind the counter ready for the Berwick gamblers to come in and loose their hard earned cash. I was sat bare assed on my seat because the dress was too short, but no one could see under the counter, so that was OK. We had an electric fan switched on to keep us cool and the morning went by pretty much as normal. Just before lunch time, Tom Harris the Manager arrived, he’d had the morning off for a dentist appointment. He’s the dark and handsome type, late twenties and we both kind of fancy him a little I guess, we tease him all the time and how he puts up with us I don’t know. Sadly I think he has a girlfriend. “Morning Tom.” We both chirped. “Morning Joyce, morning Brenda.” He replied. “Hey Tom! Brenda isn’t wearing any underwear today.” Announced Joyce. “Joyce!” I screamed back at her going bright red. “Really.” Tom replied, not sounding that surprised. “I’ll let you ladies in on a secret.” He laughed as he headed for his office. “Neither am I.” Well that left us giggling like two little school girls. During the lunch hour it gets quite busy, so we usually just grab a sandwich and carry on, Tom helps out on the counter too. That afternoon it was my turn to go to the bank with Tom. We’d take the takings from this morning and those in the safe from the previous afternoon. So being rather busy today by the time we went to the bank I’d totally forgotten I wasn’t wearing any underwear. How can you forget you may well ask? Well when you’re working hard, checking up on races and betting odds, serving customers etc, it’s a lot to think about and you have to really concentrate on what you’re doing. So we were in the bank before I even realised. PART TWO We stood in the queue making idol chit chat when suddenly there was a loud bang! A gun shot had fired up into the ceiling and three masked men had come into the bank. I hadn’t even noticed them arrive. “Everyone onto the floor!” One of them shouted. “This is a stick up!” Well I nearly jumped out of my skin! A woman at the front of the queue screamed. Thankfully I didn’t. “Everybody onto the floor NOW!” One of the robbers repeated. “Arms and legs out like a star where we can see them. Nobody try anything.” We all dutifully dropped to the floor and spread our arms and legs out as commanded. It was all a bit surreal and happened so fast, but that’s when I remembered I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Lying on the floor like that with arms and legs spread out meant that my short dress was pulled up half way over my ass. What’s more, with my legs spread out, anyone directly behind me would have a clear view of my pussy and ass hole. Further more, with my legs open like that my pussy would be wide open too. Shit and I knew Tom had gone down right behind me. I tentatively looked round and sure enough there he was and with an odd look on his face. He was staring directly between my legs. Don’t think he saw me looking at him, but I turned my head away in total embarrassment. I felt my face flush crimson and all I could think about was - oh my god, my boss was looking directly at my pussy, my totally shaved bare pussy, my totally spread open pussy. Shit, he was looking at my clit and vaginal opening; he was looking right into my vagina. Oh and my anus too. Oh please let this not be happening. - But it was; He certainly knew I wasn’t wearing underwear now. I’d never be able to look him in the face again. Oh no, and I was beginning to get a little moist. I could feel my nipples hardening and if I hadn’t been lying face down on the floor they’d have been pushing through the material of my dress. Hmm I’d better not put this into the Police report. Anyway, I was totally oblivious to what was going on in the bank now and couldn’t stop thinking of Tom staring at my now wet juicy pussy. The more I thought about it the more turned on I was getting. Unfortunately things were about to get a good deal worse. The robbers were not having much luck. One of the bank staff must have seen them coming and pressed a security button or something, because steel shutters had come crashing down over the counters and the alarm was going off. I think they’d decided to cut their losses and just grab what they could from us customers then make a quick getaway. One of them came over to where Tom and I were laying and I guess he soon saw my naked bottom peaking out from under my dress. “Jeezus!” I heard him exclaim. “Hey Bert come and look at this.” “What is it?” One of the others asked. Bert obviously. “This bird hasn’t got any knickers on. Shit you can see her pussy!” “You what!” He came bounding over for a look. “Bloody hell Fred, your right. Wide open too, you can see everything!” Well you can imagine how embarrassing this was. My face was as red as a beetroot. I daren’t move, yet here were two strange guys starring right at my naked pussy and there was nothing I could do about it. “Leave her alone. Just take the money!” It was Tom, trying to come to my defence. “Shut it ...wit! Or you’ll get a bullet between the eyes.” Was the sharp response he got, from the one called Bert I think. That brought the third robber over. “What the ... are you two doing? They know your names now.” “Erm, yeah sorry Geoff; Oh shit!” “You fool, now they know mine too.” Blimey these three where really bumbling bank robbers, but as terrified and embarrassed as I was my pussy was still on display and I was so turned on now I just wanted to rub it, but I daren’t move. Much more of this and I’d have been having an orgasm right there in the bank. However, just then the sound of sirens could be heard and the screeching of breaks as several police cars came to a stop outside the bank. “This is the Police. We have the bank surrounded, so come out with your hands up.” Thank god I thought. This will soon be over. But no; the one called Geoff, obviously their leader, told the other two to grab Tom and me and take us to the front door. We were to be their hostages. At least we were back on our feet and my pussy was covered up. Just! It was now time for my nipples to make an appearance. Well the shape of them anyway as they pressed out through the material of my dress. Looking down, I could see the whole of my breasts and nipples down the top of my dress as it gapped open from my nipples being so hard. I was glad no one else could see down the top of my dress, but it didn’t stop me from being embarrassed. I placed a hand at the top of my dress to hold it down whilst the other was subconsciously holding my hem line down. We were put on show with shot guns to our heads whilst Geoff negotiated with the Police. They wanted a van to take them to the local airfield and then a Helicopter to get them out of the country. Surprisingly the Police seemed to agree to his demands and it wasn’t long before a white van pulled up outside. “OK you two, put your hands on your heads and do exactly as you’re told.” Geoff ordered and got his two minions to lead us out to the van. Well having my hands on my head like that I’m sure my pussy must have been on display again. But I’m not sure. I was too scared about what was happening to us. However climbing into the back of the van I was more than sure. My dress rode up right to the top of my ass cheeks. I was flashing all the Police good and proper. Even worse I think there where some reporters at the scene and I’m sure I saw camera flashes go off as pictures where taken. How humiliating! PART THREE The inside of the van had two wooden benches running along each side. I sat on one with the robber called Fred, whilst directly opposite sat the other, Bert, with Tom next to him. We weren’t allowed to take our hands of our heads and as the van set off, with Geoff driving, it was very hard to keep our balance. I had to open my legs to steady myself, so of course Bert got a good look at my pussy again. “Bloody hell Fred, she likes flashing her pussy does this one.” “Must be some kind of an exhibitionist Bert, here lets have a gander.” Fred leant forward to get a view of my pussy, but I closed my legs quick. Then the van lurched round a corner so I had to open them again or I’d go flying off the bench and into Bert’s lap. It was a bumpy ride and my pussy was feeling every vibration, even my boobs were bouncing causing my nipples to rub against the inside of my dress. Bert and Fred were laughing their heads off. I wish I could have seen their faces but they still had their masks on. Then Bert started to rub the barrel of his shot gun up the inside of my leg. “Please don’t do that.” I pleaded. “Ho Ho she’s going to like this.” He laughed totally ignoring me and carrying on rubbing the barrel of the shotgun higher up my leg and onto my thigh. Suddenly Tom leapt into action. “Leave her alone you swine’s.” He made a grab for the weapon, but Bert was too quick and caught Tom a cracking blow to the side of the head with the butt of the shotgun. He was out cold. “Tom, Tom!” I remember shouting out, but Fred just pushed me back down onto the bench. “Just sit there lady and stay quiet, keep your hands on your head and everything will be OK.” “Yeah and keep them legs open.” Bert commanded and they both laughed like mad men. Bert then proceeded to rub his shotgun up and down my leg again reaching higher and higher with every stroke. Tears were running down my cheeks, but he didn’t stop. Then the tip of the shotgun was almost touching my outer lips and my pussy was quivering with anticipation. I felt so humiliated and ashamed yet I didn’t dare move an inch. My nipples were as hard as rocks and sticking through the material of my dress a good centimetre or two and it didn’t go unnoticed. “Let’s have a look at those titties lady.” Fred reached over and yanked the top of my dress right down snapping the delicate strap around my neck. My dress fell right down to my waist revealing my pert B cups with pink nipples sticking straight out like little bullets. “Cor! Look at them beauties.” He said cupping each boob in his hands. He squeezed them rather tightly and I yelped, then he started to roll my nipples between finger and thumb which sent pulses of electricity down to my abdomen. I still didn’t dare move and all this time Bert was still rubbing the barrel of his shot gun up and down my thighs. Then right up against my outer lips, touching them and parting them with the tip of the barrel. He then proceeded to rub between my lips and up towards my now swollen clit. My hips wanted to buck but I held tight. Circling my clit a few times he then suddenly thrust the barrel right into my now wet vagina. I tried not to scream, but let out a loud yelp; I was breathing fast now and began to pant. He moved the barrel of the shot gun in and out, in and out. My god he was ...ing me with the damn thing; and all the time Fred was still squeezing and fondling my boobs. I was so disgusted yet so turned on, I could feel an orgasm building, oh my, I was going to cum, but suddenly the van screeched to a stop. We had reached the airfield. “Everyone out.” Ordered Geoff. Well Bert and Fred were very disappointed. So was my pussy, but I was also very relieved that this horrible situation had now ended. Yet my nightmare wasn’t quite over yet. PART FOUR I was pulled from the van, my dress still hanging round my waist my boobs bouncing slightly as Bert led me over the tarmac. There were bright lights everywhere, spot lights, flashing blue lights from police cars, white flashes from photographer’s flash bulbs. The whole of the countries police force must have been there along with most of the worlds press. My dress being a very loose fit, it soon began to slide down my waist and hips. I still had my hands on my head so couldn’t do anything about it. As I was ushered towards the waiting helicopter, my dress slipped further and further until it was down round my knees and then my ankles. At that point I couldn’t walk properly and promptly tripped up landing flat on my face. That’s when all hell let loose. Some coppers where shouting “Keep down, keep down!” Gun shots where firing, whizzing over my head. I heard angry shouts, and then it all went quiet. Next a Policeman was at my side helping me to my feet. “Are you alright miss?” I looked around. The three bank robbers lay on the floor some distance away, blood was pooling around them on the tarmac. The Policeman started to lead me away and I didn’t notice at first, but I’d stepped right out of my dress. He didn’t have anything to cover me with and I think I was too dazed to really notice. He led me towards a waiting ambulance. We had to walk past the waiting media and paparazzi to get there. Then it struck me. My God! I was totally naked in front of the worlds press and all these policemen. I was going to be on the front page of every newspaper totally naked. I bolted for that ambulance as fast as I could, leaving that Policeman rather startled I think. I jumped in and pulled the door closed behind me. I was really panicking about the whole world seeing me naked. My face was flushed bright red with embarrassment, my boobs ached and my pussy was on fire. I had to rub it for some relief and then some more and before I knew it I was frigging myself so fast and so hard a came again and again and again. I must have passed out then, because I woke up in hospital with a policeman sat at my bedside. Well after a while they said I could go home, but to come down to the police station tomorrow to make a statement. I phoned Stacey to bring me some clothes and here I am at home safe and sound. Not sure I’ll put all that business in the van down in my statement. Think I might just keep that to myself, along with that last bit in the ambulance too. THE END THE BANK RAID AFTERMATH By BATTY BATZ [email protected] WRITTEN DECEMBER 2007 ¬© batty batz PART ONE It’s now two days after the bank raid and I would have thought things would be getting back to normal, but if anything life has been just as crazy. I’m writing all this down again just to prove to myself that I’m not going mad. Well it was a bit of an ordeal at the police station, having to make that statement and reliving everything was very embarrassing. I was quite hot and bothered by the end, if you know what I mean. The three robbers are dead, they died at the airfield, so there’ll be no trial or anything and I didn’t dare tell them what happened to me in the van or afterwards in the ambulance. I did have to explain how I ended up naked however. They must have thought I was a little crazy for wearing such a short dress with no underwear. I just told them that the strap must have snapped whilst been manhandled out of the van and that it was just too hot to be wearing underwear etc, they seemed to buy it. Tom is OK. They kept him in hospital over night just to be sure, but he’s right as rain now. He went to the police station with me to make his own statement. Fortunately I was able to speak to him first so that he wouldn’t tell them anything I didn’t want him to. He thinks I’m very brave, bless him. We went for a drink afterwards and that’s when I found out I’d become rather famous. Just outside the café there is a newsstand and on the front of nearly every paper was me! Totally naked! NAKED GIRL FLEES ARMED ROBBERS one said. SHE LOST MORE THAN HER DEPOSIT said another. I buried my head in my hands when I saw them, totally embarrassed yet oddly excited too. Tom told me not to worry and that I had a great body and that I should be proud. Nice words but it wasn’t him making the headlines. He then said that no one would probably recognise me with my clothes on anyway. Trying to make light humour out of the situation I guess. Think he must have been a little embarrassed too having seen my pussy so up close like that. Anyway we seemed to get on really well and so arranged to have dinner that night. I found out he didn’t have a girlfriend after all, so I think my luck must be improving. Stacey has been brilliant. She’s running the betting shop single handed whilst Tom and I recover from our ordeal. She fetched me some clothes to the hospital and then drove me home. She’s been a real friend. I don’t know where she gets her energy from. She came right round here after work yesterday to help me get ready for dinner with Tom. Just as well she did, because I was all for going in as many clothes as I could get on. In the end she persuaded me to wear a nice skirt and jacket with a white blouse and I made definitely sure to wear some underwear. I had it in my mind to never be without ever again! “You’ve got to try and be as normal as you ever were.” She told me. “Just do things the way you would have done before.” Hmm, well I might have gone without before, but not just now, I needed to get my confidence back. Tom picked me up at eight and we had a lovely meal. It was so easy to chat to him. I wondered why we’d never done this before. Probably something to do with him being my boss and thinking he was spoken for. Anyway, by the end of the meal and several bottles of wine later we were both getting a little tipsy and talk soon got round to the previous day’s events. “I should have known Stacey was right when she said you had no underwear on.” Tom laughed. “Really, I seem to recall you said you didn’t have any on too.” I laughed back. “Yes, a great come back line I thought. But it was certainly a site to behold in the bank.” He told me. “You have a beautiful body. I only wish it had been in better circumstances and I could have enjoyed it more.” I blushed but felt rather pleased at the same time. “Stacey told me you and her dare each other sometimes, just like that morning in the shop.” “She did, did she?” Fancy telling Tom that. “Not sure she should be telling you that. I’ll have to have words with her.” “Don’t be cross with her. It sounds like fun. I was kind of hoping that you might like to do a little dare for me.” “A dare?” I was a little surprised and if it hadn’t been for the alcohol, a little concerned. “Just what did you have in mind?” I asked. “Well…” He paused for a moment. “I thought you might like to go to the ladies room and erm take off your bra and bring it back here.” He quickly finished, then added, “There are very few people in here and it might help to bring some confidence back.” “I bet Stacey put you up to this. She’s not here is she? Hiding somewhere?” I looked round, but there were only us two and another couple sitting several tables away. The waiter had disappeared into the back somewhere. “No not at all!” He laughed. Well I thought about it for a while. The alcohol and the wicked side of my nature wanted to do it, but after the bank robbery I wasn’t so sure I could. “OK I’m going to the ladies room now anyway.” I told him. “I need to pee and I’ll think about it, but I can’t promise I’ll do it.” “Look it’s OK if you really don’t want too.” He assured me. “I’ll still be here for you whatever.” PART TWO The ladies room was quite small, just one stall, a sink and a mirror. After peeing I looked at myself in the mirror. Took off my jacket and looked again. My blouse was a little sheer, you could see my white bra underneath and so if I took it off, you’d be able to see my nipples. However with the jacket back on, no one would be any the wiser. So I decided to go for it. I undid my blouse and slipped it off, as I went to unhook my bra I noticed my hands were trembling a little, but the alcohol had given me a boost of courage, so off it came. I looked in the mirror again, my bare boobs starring back at me. Not bad I thought to myself cupping them and giving a light squeeze. I put my blouse back on and did up the buttons then had another look in the mirror. Yes you could see my nipples through the thin material, but you would have to be up fairly close in order to do so. Just thinking about this and knowing Tom was waiting for me out in the restaurant began to make my nipples harden. Maybe I could enjoy this after all. Then I had a wicked thought and a big smile came onto my face. I undid the blouse again and took it off. I folded it up as small as I could and then put it into my handbag along with the bra. I then put on just my jacket and did it up. You could see a little cleavage at the top, but you’d never know I didn’t have a bra on underneath. I then set off back to our table grinning to myself ear to ear. The restaurant was still quiet, just us and that other couple who seemed very engrossed in their own conversation and didn’t even notice me walking by. I sat down and saw that Tom had a big smile on his face, nearly as large as the one on mine. “Did you loose something?” He asked, clearly noticing my cleavage and lack of blouse. “Well you did ask me to remove something did you not?” I replied naughtily. “Yes, but I think you removed the wrong item.” I opened my handbag and took out the bra I’d just taken off. I handed it to him still rolled up so he wouldn’t instantly see what it was. As soon as I let go it unfurled open jumping out off his open hand and falling across his dinner plate. Just then the waiter arrived to take our order for coffee. I think we both went bright red, but he acted like he didn’t see it lying there. “Wow!” Said Tom; as soon as the waiter left, you actually did it.” He scooped up my bra and quickly stuffed it into his pocket. “I’d love to know just what you do have on under there.” “I just bet you would.” I grinned. “Well let’s see, you’ve already seen my pussy up close, but I don’t think you got to see my boobies did you? So being as you’ve been so good to me…” I undid the buttons on my jacket as I said that, then gripped a lapel in each hand and pulled open revealing my naked B cup breasts in all their glory, nipples fully extended and rock hard. “Wow!” Exclaimed Tom; his jaw dropping open. “They are bloody beautiful.” We sat like that for a good minute or two whilst he took in the view, but then the waiter came back with our coffees, so I quickly closed my jacket and held it closed until he had left again. I didn’t bother doing up the buttons, but let it hang over my boobs loose as we drank our coffee. Occasionally Tom got a flash of nipple as I moved position or raised my coffee cup. After a while Tom asked if I’d be up for another little dare. “You know Brenda; it’d be great if you’d show me that sweet pussy of yours again. It was so beautiful the other day I’d just love to see it again. How about you remove your panties and flash me under the table? Would you dare do that?” Well in this current mood I was up for almost anything. I think there must have been more alcohol in that coffee! “Hmm.” I pondered. “Well I can’t keep nipping to the ladies room, it’ll look odd. Let me try something.” I tried hitching my skirt up under the table, but it was just a bit too long and awkward to do in this position. I looked round to make sure no one could see, then undid my skirt at the back and pulled down the zip. Then raising myself slightly, I pulled the skirt down off my ass; I then sat again and let the skirt drop down my legs to the floor. God knows what I would have done had the waiter come back. I raised myself up again and got a hold of my panties and pulled them down. I don’t think Tom could see too much yet because of the table in-between us. I let my panties drop to my feet and then kicked them off. “OK Tom, if you look under the table now, you might get a good view.” He didn’t need telling twice. He ducked under and I opened up my legs as wide as I could. I was really turned on and he’d be able to see I was really moist. I kept looking round to make sure no one was looking; then I put both hands down to my pussy and pulled open my labia as far as it would stretch. I couldn’t see Tom, but knew he was getting the best view of my pussy he’s ever seen. I even flicked my clit a couple of times with my finger, which sent shivers of pleasure all through my body. There was a bump under the table and an “Ouch!” from Tom. He’d banged his head, trying to get a closer look. So I decided that had better be it for now and closed my legs. When he came out and sat up on his chair, he got another surprise. I’d let my jacket slip off and so was sitting there totally naked laughing at him. “Jesus! I can’t believe you’re doing this. You are so cool, this is fantastic.” I was really enjoying teasing him and all thoughts of the bank robbery had left my mind. “I think it’s time we got out of here, don’t you?” I said. “Sure, I’ll just get the bill.” I pulled on my jacket again and this time did up the buttons, then I retrieved my skirt from the floor and pulled it back on in a half sitting half standing position. I looked for my panties, but they had mysteriously disappeared. Tom came back after paying the bill and we left for home. I didn’t mention my panties but could guess where they had gone to. He dropped me off and I invited him in for a nightcap, but he had to decline due to the fact he had an early start in the morning. He had to catch up on some work at the betting shop and give Stacey some time off for all the extra work she had been doing. We kissed for the first time, long and lingering. But then he really had to go. He must have some strong will power that one. Instead we agreed to meet the following night for dinner again. This meant I had to take Mr Rabbit to bed instead! PART THREE Stacey came round this morning. She was in a very bright and giddy mood and was bursting to tell me something. She’d brought a couple of newspapers with her; The Sun for one. But first she wanted to know how it had gone the night before with Tom and me. So I told her every little detail and admonished her jokingly for having told Tom about our little dares. “See, I told you to just be your old self.” She said. “Yes, well it was a lot of fun.” I agreed. “Are you seeing him again?” “Yes tonight.” “Woo Eee!!!” She squealed with delight. After a moment or two of giddiness and self congratulations she showed me ‘The Sun’ newspaper and the real reason why she’d come round so early. “Look at this Brenda; they’ve started a campaign to find out who the naked girl was at Berwick airfield. They want to do an interview and picture spread. Isn’t it great! You’re going to be really famous.” I took the newspaper from her with some trepidation. “But I don’t want to be famous.” I told her. “Not for being naked anyway.” There was a picture of me too, running from the van. Thankfully this one was a little blurry. “But they want to pay you £10,000 pounds for an exclusive.” Continued Stacey. “It’ll be really great. I bet you’d enjoy it. Think of all that money. “I don’t want the whole world seeing me naked again Stacey! It was too embarrassing the first time. This, this would be on purpose, I couldn’t do it.” “£10,000 pounds.” She repeated. “I know, but I’d be too scared and everyone would definitely know it was me.” “£10.000 pounds.” She repeated again. “Brenda you have a fantastic body, you could be a supermodel. This could get you noticed big time.” “Getting noticed is what I’m afraid off.” “It’d all be over with within a couple of hours. Quick interview, quick click of the camera and ‘bob’s your uncle’, £10,000 pounds in the bank.” “It’s a nice thought Stacey, but no, I don’t think so.” “That’s a pity.” Stacey said pouting and looking rather sad. “They’re coming here to pick you up in 10 minutes.” “WHAT!!!” “Sorry, I thought you’d be up for it. I’m really sorry Brenda, I phoned them first thing. Thought it would be great.” “Oh my god Stacey, what have you done?” Just then there was a knock on the door. “It’s them!” Exclaimed Stacey. “Go get changed, I’ll let them in.” Well I couldn’t believe what was happening. How could she do this to me, she’s supposed to be my best friend. I ran into the bedroom, more to hide than to get changed. A few moments later Stacey peaked round the door. “They’re here. Please say you’ll do it Brenda. OK, so it’ll be a little embarrassing at first, but you’ll enjoy it really. I know you will.” She had that devilish glint in her eyes and I knew she was probably right. But it was still scary. “Ok I’ll do it.” I decided. “But there’s one condition. “What? Anything?” “You have to pose in the pictures with me.” “What Naked?” “Yep.” Ha that got her. Now who looked shocked? “Err, but it’s you they want, not me. That would be silly.” “Well if you do it, I’ll give you half the money. It’ll be far easier if we both do it. I won’t feel as embarrassed.” “Well…” She pondered. “If you’re sure. I suppose I could.” Suddenly feeling brave, I grabbed hold of Stacey’s hand before she could change her mind and pulled her out of my bedroom to great the reporter. I was surprised to see it was a woman and the photographer with her was a woman too. Perhaps this wasn’t so bad after all. PART FOUR They drove us to the airfield where I’d flashed the world only a few days ago. We did the interview in the car to save time and they were more than happy to have Stacey in the pictures too. Despite her protest. They said it would be a great angle for the storey. The two betting shop girls from Berwick. Yeah they liked that. So we arrived at the airfield and were quite relieved to see it looked deserted. No paparazzi here today. It was another lovely hot day so being naked out here should be OK. The photographer decided where she wanted us to pose and so it was time for us to undress. I slipped off the knee length summer dress I was wearing and as I wasn’t wearing underwear today, that was it. I stood there totally naked in the open air, my nipples instantly standing to attention. Stacey was still nervous, but slowly removed her clothes. Her T-shirt first, revealing those large D cup breasts with her large nipples and dark brown areola. Then off came the shorts she had on. This time revealing that she too had no underwear on and that she was quite aroused. Her shaven outer lips swollen and a rather large clit sticking right out. Seeing her like that got me rather turned on too. I just hoped it didn’t show as much as it was with her. Anyway, we did several poses then it was decided to do some more over by a small hanger. We walked there naked across the runway and I have to admit it felt rather good. It made a difference that only us four girls where there. We posed some more and started really getting into it. We even did a few rather risqué ones like pushing our boobs up together and pretending to kiss. It was a right laugh. Then the photographer said she’d gotten some real good pictures and that we were finished. Suddenly we heard a large clap of applause. About five blokes had come out of the hanger; they must have been working in there and seen most of our shoot. We nearly jumped out of our skins when we saw them. Stacey screamed and we both bolted for the car. Unfortunately it was way over the other side of the runway. We must have looked a right pair streaking across the tarmac. Especially Stacey with her large breasts bouncing all the way. The workers where shouting, whistling and cheering all the time. Some had camera phones and where taking pictures. I guess we really made their day. Worse still, when we got to the car, it was locked. Then we also realised that we’d left our clothes behind where we did the first few pictures. The Sun’s reporter and photographer took their time getting to the car too, both of them laughing their arses off whilst we danced around in panic trying to cover our private bits and trying to hide behind the car. “Oh my god what a rush.” Said Stacey later, once we’d gotten into the car. “That was unbelievable.” I had to agree and at that point it wasn’t over, because we still had no clothes. They had to drive us home totally naked. You’d have though they’d have something in the car for us to cover ourselves with, but they said not. I think they thought it very amusing and seemed to drive very slowly through town. Loads of people must have seen us. By the time we did get home my pussy was practically dripping with juice. Stacey looked totally flushed and about to burst too. It’s a good job I’d left my handbag in the car; otherwise I’d have no keys and would have been locked out. What would we have done then? There were more wolf whistles and cheering as we left the car and made our way inside. Some teenagers where playing football in the street and another neighbour was working on his car. I’d never be ale to look him in the face again. Finally we got in and Stacey bolted for the bathroom. I collapsed on the sofa, my hand reaching between my legs without thinking. I could hear some moaning coming from the bathroom. Wonder what she was doing in there? My orgasm built fast and hard my whole body going into spasm as I rocked on the sofa. When Stacey finally came out of the bathroom she looked totally spent and collapsed onto the sofa next to me. We both burst out laughing uncontrollably. We must have stayed like that for nearly an hour. Too exhausted to move. Finally I was able to get up and found Stacey some clothes to borrow. Once she’d gone home I phoned Tom to confirm we were still on for dinner tonight. I told him there was a slight change of plan though. I was cooking and he was to come over here. There was no way he was going to escape tonight. THE END

The Festival by INSATIABLESW Husband takes wife to a Biker festival with a twist. The festival - Wife unexpectedly earns some money at a Bikers Festival My wife Louise has for some time been a little obsessed with bikers, she has always been this way but when the Sons of Anarchy series came out it really increased. I do not ride but can see the appeal in terms of speed, power, and freedom over being stuck on traffic and the confines of a cat. However, it also limited what you could take on a journey and for me just was not pragmatic, so I never learnt to ride. However, Louise always got turned on when she saw or heard a group of bikes and over the years this has not waned, if anything it has grown like an itch that she really needs to scratch. Louise had fantasized about a biker gang bang and being used by a large group of heavily tattooed and muscled guys in leather, but the reality of most of the bikers we saw in the UK over those in the tv series was usually somewhat wanting, more beer belly and sedentary than edgy and bad. So, we had largely given up on the idea, however I decided it might be fun to at least check out a biker bar or festival where there might be a wider range of bikers and hopefully Louise could have some fun. So, after a lot searching, I discovered an event which had both live rock music and bikers called hard ride. The website advertising said normally around 4000 bikers and 10 bands over 2 days so it should be fun. I booked us 2 tickets and knowing Louise was not a fan of camping we booked a glamping pod, not very bikerish, but Louise liked her creature comforts and would not be impressed sleeping on a roll mat with nylon over her head. I decided to make it a surprise and only tell her the week before having already ensured we were both free and we had a house sitter arranged to look after our dogs for the 2 days we would be away. Mid-week I broke the news we were off for a weekend away but not where we were going. Louise immediately started interrogating me. "Where are we going? What do I need to wear? Are we meeting friends there? What are we doing?" "you will just have to wait and see, however I will tell you the following, It's a 2 hour drive north, you can wear very little, no need for smart, short skirts, stocking, heels, short dresses and anything sexy you fancy, we do not know anyone there, but I am sure we will meet some cool people, as for what we are doing, we will be having fun". The plan was to leave late Friday and arrive for early evening before the Saturday music and then leave Sunday. Friday rolled around and Louise was none the wiser, however clearly, she knew the possibility of fun was in the cards as had had her hair done and made an appointment earlier in the week to have her pussy waxed. "Any Clues?" she asked, I told her nothing other than you may want to bring some leather. "That's cryptic, fine I shall bring some boots and my leather cincher." I smiled recalling how stunning Louise always looked in this outfit, her size 8 frame accentuated even further with the leather cincher around her waist wither waxed pierced pussy below and her stunning pert 32c tits above, usually with a collar or stocking s with boots and nothing else, no man or many women could resist. The last 2 years had been tough for us both as we had been going through a house build, tons of work and had not had a holiday for the last 5 years, the one we had planned 2 years ago had been cut short by the global pandemic so fun had been few and far between. So, a fun weekend was what we both needed, and I hoped the event lived up to the rumours. On checking out a few forums, it had a reputation for getting fun after dark and people seemed to really let their hair down. So, the afternoon rolled round, I chucked my usual small backpack with wash kit and a few spare T-shirts and a pair of extra jeans in the boot and then Louise dragged out a large suitcase. I would have made a jibe but having seen what she had put in it I was not going to say anything she had put a large selection of very sexy outfits in and a couple of her toys, a large magic wand vibrator and 2 steel dildos a curved one and an eleven inch one which she enjoyed but to date and not managed to use the larger end. She had chosen to wear a short black dress with thin straps for the drive up and a pair of holdup fishnet stockings, some very sexy leather ankle boots and an elegant but sexy steel collar made of 2 bands of steel and a ring for any connection, she looked fantastic and as she got in the dress rode up giving me a flash of her stocking tops, but I could not see her pussy so had no idea if she was wearing any underwear. Louise visibly relaxed as we drove to our destination, after listening to some music and general chit chat for the first hour of the drive she started questioning me in earnest as to where we were going. I decided it was time to tell her and see her reaction. "Fine I give in, no more interrogation we are going to a Biker festival called hard ride" "But we don't have bikes?" "That's ok there are some car things there too but it's mainly a biker festival and I figured you might like to see what it's like and there are a bunch of bands, and some good live music too so should be fun, plus about 4000 bikers" "Hmm that does sound fun" I could see the cogs turning as Louise was already conjuring up visions of sons of anarchy like bikers and wild parties with good music. She relaxed back into her seat and started looking around as we were now within 15 minutes of the hard ride festival site. As we got closer to the location the road became full of bikers from couples riding in small groups to large groups of 20 - 50 plus riding on bikes from old classic Norton's and Harleys to modern racing bikes. Every bike imaginable was clearly going to be there and every rider imaginable too. The rugged muscly guys were visible along with the bearded older beer bellied guys all with tattoos and rugged denims and leathers. Louise was now like a kid in a candy shop as we drove to the main site entrance and turned left to the camping area; and parked up behind the pod I had booked. We were a couple of hundred yards from the main stage and the rows of stalls and arenas that threaded out from the main area in a series of channels could clearly be seen, there also appeared to be lots of groups already forming with tents around fire pits and bikes in circles around the edge creating circular party space, some large some small. After a quick freshen up and stretch from the journey we decided to head out and see who was playing. We walked down towards the main stage as the sun was setting and the site was starting to wake up, there was a clear energy in the air as so many bikers had left their working week behind and were here to party. A cover band was playing a selection of classic rock from Nirvana to nine-inch nails as we walked through the crowd. It was clear most the bikers belonged to clubs of some sort or another as many wore club emblems and motifs, some cool artwork was on display and many of the women were also clearly on display with very little being worn, with short skirts and sheer tops the predominant look. Louise looked stunning in her short dress with very low-cut top and short dress which flashed her stocking tops as she walked. I could see a lot of bikers checking her out as we moved past the groups of bikers and heard several comments and whistles as they watched her pass. We headed to the bar and grabbed a couple of drinks before moving closer to the main stage area to watch the current band playing. The music was good, and Louise was soon dancing and really starting to let he hair down, it was only 9pm and the night was young, the sun had now set, and the main arena area started to become full with bikers. I noticed there were about 3 men to every woman there, so all the women were getting a lot of attention and a lot of drinks where being knocked back as everyone started to party. The band stopped playing just as a large guy in his 50's climbed onto the stage he was wearing worn leathers, a jacket with a devil riding a bike out of hell motif and a sergeant's stripes with a crossed set of guns intimating he was sergeant at arms so basically one of the clubs' enforcers. He was heavily tattooed and had huge arms, as he climbed onto the stage the crowd went quiet, he clearly commanded respect. "Welcome to Hard Ride, it's time to party, and to warm everyone up its time for a little skin" Louise looked at me quizzically, I shrugged my shoulders but guessed it would be a wet T-shirt contest for the men to get horny over and no doubt frustrated about. However, as an area of stage was cleared 4 black half barrels were brought onto the stage, they looked like a kind of saddle, and all had power cables running from them. Clearly many in the crowd knew what they were as they started cheering. Once all the barrels/saddles were in position and facing out from the stage across the excited crowd the MC came back on and began to wind up the crowd. Louise was now in front of me and pushing her bottom back into my crotch as she listened to the MC. "Right, you animals it's time to start the fun, we appreciate all you guys have ridden hard to be here tonight so it's time for the ladies to do some riding instead of just sitting pillion". A few cheers went up as the MC continued. "We need 4 volunteers to come and ride the bucks, whoever lasts longest will get a special prize". For those unfamiliar with the buck, each of the half barrels was a powerful vibrating sex toy that had a series of nubs aligned to a woman's pussy in such a way that it vibrated the clitoris and across her whole pussy. We had seen them before at a sex convention but never live and in front of a crowd, let alone a crowd of bikers. "Come on ladies, let's get a move on". Two brunettes ; clearly friends and clearly full of Dutch courage climbed onto the stage, both sported short denim skirts and bikini tops, one was skinny the other very curvy and had clearly only just squeezed into her top, they clearly liked being watched as it was still a warm evening yet their nipples were engorged and poking through the thin material, they moved across the stage and stood behind the two furthest bucks as the guys nearest them cheered and made lewd comments. "2 more ladies come on its time to ride, the prize will be worth it". There was movement from our right as another woman a slim red head stepped forward to climb up onto the stage, she was in her mid-30's with striking blue eyes and wearing a very short leather mini skirt with a bright neon pink fence net top with pierced nipples clearly showing through. She clearly enjoyed the attention as took her time mounting the stage and attracted a lot of wolf whistles as she was wearing a tiny thong visible as she climbed the steps onto the stage with a flash of her ass. "Come on ladies we need 4 to ride, one more." Louise looked at me and grinned, I grinned back and nodded my head, we both new she loved to be exposed and this should be fun, as she started to move towards the stage the crowd realised, she was to be the fourth to ride the sex machines and a cheer went up. Louise's short black dress and fishnets with her ankle boots were clearly popular, as the guys nearest the stage caught an eyeful of ass as Louise climbed onto the right side of the stage and stepped past the other women to stand behind the last remaining machine. I noticed the first two girls look Louise up and down with a hint a jealousy and a sneer, if Louise saw it, she ignored them, she often had women either hit on her or see her as a threat and act like this. As the crowd settled back down the MC started to lay down the rules, "Ok ladies thank you for coming" a cheer went up at the obvious pun. "The rules are simple, whoever manages to cum last wins, however you will not have control over the machines, all of the machines will be controlled by me, anyone lifting off the machines is out of the contest" In the interest of fairness we ask that you all strip down to at least your underwear so there is no unfair advantage". The MC was clearly looking at the women with denim shorts, the crowd cheered as they both wiggled out of the shorts and remained stood in matching black thongs with biker emblem on them. Shouts of get them off were ignored by the two women but with a grin they both reached behind them to undo their bikini tops and with a quick shake freed their breasts, the crowd loved it and the atmosphere was getting hot. The MC hushed the crowd and looked at Louise and the redhead. The redhead was clearly keen to show she was game also and pulled down on a small zip at the side of her mini shirt and stepped out of leather to reveal a tiny neon pink micro thong that just about encased her pussy lips, she left her top on but since it was a fence net her breasts where already on display and her pierced nipples where clearly aroused as pushing out through the holes in the top. As the crowd noise lulled once more all eyes turned to Louise, Louise loves to be exposed in public, but I was not sure how far she would go. She looked out across the crowd and grinned before reaching behind herself as she undid a zip at the back of the dress and then slipped both dress straps off her shoulders. A huge cheer went up as the dress slipped down her legs and over her stocking tops, I knew she had no bra on as the dress would not allow for one, but I had not realised she was not wearing a thong or G-string either. Her shaved and pierced pussy was on full display to the crowd of at least 2000 hungry eyes. The crowd was going wild at the sight as Louise stood in only her collar, hold up fishnets and the black ankle boots. "Damn I love my Job" the MC stated. Right ladies enough winding up the crowd lets ride, mount the bucks. All four women straddled the machines and got into a position they felt comfortable in. "Remember no lifting off or your out and last rider wins" the MC shouted. Louise was clearly in her element as the crowd was whistling and shouting for the competition to begin. The MC nodded to the band and music started, the initial chords of Guns and Roses Sweet Child of mine began, at the same time the MC clearly switched on the devices as all the women clutched the front of the machines as the vibrations began to hit them. Within minutes the women were clearly all being affected, the two brunettes were first to go, both started to moan and were obviously setting each other off. They were now grinding their pussies hard into the vibrating numbs of the machine and within 30 seconds of each other both had cum, with the crowd cheering them on. A biker on stage helped lift them up off the machines and the MC threw them each a T-Shirt as they left the stage, before turning back to the crowd. "Looks like we have some serious riders' folks, lets up the ante" the MC turned to his left and 2 tall well-built bikers stepped forward, both now stood behind Louise and the redhead. With a nod from the MC they both straddled the machines sitting tightly behind the two women. Each now reached around with heavily tattooed and muscled arms and started to play with the women's nipples, even over the music both could be heard to let out a moan, Louise loved her nipples played with and clearly so did the red head. The biker behind the redhead started to really pull on the redheads pierced nipples; stretching them out through the fishnets and using the metal rings to really stretch them. This was too much for the redhead and she started to moan loudly until she pushed herself down extra hard onto the machine and with a load gasp clearly came. The biker behind her gave her a moment and then helped her of the machine as the MC handed her a leather jacket as her prize for coming second. The MC raised his mike as the crowd roared with approval, looking at Louise who was concentrating hard not to cum still, the MC shouted "we have a winner and she looks like she really likes to ride". Louise was clearly close to cumming but the biker behind her stood up and the machine stopped vibrating. I could see she really wanted to cum and was extremely turned on after all the exposure. Louise picked up her dress as the crowd roared and the MC turned to her and handed her a large envelope before escorting her off the back of the stage and the band began to play again. I moved round to the find the back of the stage to find out where Louise had got to. As I came around the back, I could see Louise still naked with her dress in one hand and the envelope in the other talking to the MC. As I approached, I could see they were in discussion, Louise turned to me as I joined them. "This is my husband John" she told the MC, "John this is Mike, and he has a proposition for me, well us really". I raised an eyebrow, "well what the proposition?" I asked. "He wants to know if I would be up for entertaining the chapter, it's their 30th birthday and the girl who was supposed to join them this weekend has been a no show, they are prepared to pay" "How much and what does this entertainment involve Mike?" I asked. Mike grinned and then responded, "Let me be honest with you guys, I can see your wife is not exactly shy or I would not dream of asking this, but for the anniversary we wanted to get a super-hot girl who would entertain the whole chapter, that's 30 guys, and by entertain that would be; give them a show and then let them play with you and those limits are up to you, but the tradition is the whole chapter gets their rocks off. How you achieve that is up to you". Louise looked at me, I could see she was nervous but also excited and knowing her as I did, she would want to do this. She also liked me to take control in these kinds of situations and her submissive side was alive and well. I grinned back at Mike, "she will do it, but let's agree a fair price, Louise do you want to get your clothes on while I sought this with Mike?". I pulled Mike to the side "ok so what do you really want her to do for the chapter, just tell me exactly what you want and then we can agree a fair price and we can ensure it nothing outside her limits". We discussed what was required and agreed a fair price, Mike shook my hand and then left me, as I headed back to Louise with a smile, "ready to go?". Louise looked at me quizzically "what do I have to do?" "Well let's walk and talk they want us back to their campground for 11:30pm and its already 10pm" "Ok but what do they want?" Louise asked again. I replied, "so, they want the whole chapter to get their rocks off and they don't care how you achieve it, however the senior members of the chapter; the President, VP and Sergeant at arms, will all want to fuck you". Louise looked at me with a grin "ok I am up for it and I know you will keep an eye on things, how much am I to be paid for all this entertainment?" I was not sure what realistically I could do if things got out of hand but Mike seemed a decent enough guy and we had previously had some crazy adventures and Louise loved them so what the hell. "Mike is going to pay you £2000 for the night and let's be clear you will be the one earning it so it's yours". Louise sucked in her breath, "wow that's a lot, I better get ready, see you in 30". Louise ducked into the glamping pod and disappeared into the bathroom grabbing her suitcase, I left her to it as I grabbed a beer and stuffed a load of condoms into my jacket pockets to ensure Louise was protected throughout the evening. An hour later and I nearly choked on my beer as Louise emerged from the bathroom, she was still wearing her steel collar but everything else had changed, she had on a leather cincher around her waist that just accentuated her figure even further. Below the cincher was a fence net black micro bikini bottom made from fence net with tie sides that just covered her pussy lips, a shiny curved piercing was with a single shiny jewel was poking through the holes in the material. Her legs were clad in a pair of thigh high leather boots further lengthening her legs with 4-inch heels. She was topless but her nipples were already very hard with anticipation of what was to come. Around her shoulders was a long cape with a single tie at the neck. The cape at least should enable us to get to the chapters area of the campground without getting into any other trouble. She had a small bag in her left hand, I guessed filled with makeup and lube, though she was already looking amazing so did not need any further makeup. "Ready to go"? I asked. Louise was clearly horny and ready. She simply nodded, leant in kissed me and then said, "let's go". We walked arm in arm across the site, the music was still blaring out and would be for many hours to come as the band s played to the main crowd, we headed past the main stage and a few hundred meters later spotted the Chapters camp area, obvious by the large flags with their logo of a devil riding a bike into hell. There was a large fire burning and bikes all round it, behind the fire and bikes where 2 large vans and what appeared to be a large flat trailer about 2ft off the floor making an impromptu low stage all parked in a rough U shape which formed a large area that was full of around 30 or 40 Bikers. One of the vans was clearly the bar with beers and shots being handed out the back. Another was acting as the DJ booth with loud rock music playing, what was odd was their appeared to be no women present, Louise turned to me "where are all the women?", I replied "Mike told me they all arrive tomorrow hence why tonight is their opportunity to really do what they want without recourse". Before Louise could respond Mike appeared and welcomed us both, "perfect timing, you ready?" he asked Louise. She simply nodded. "Anything you need?" "Well of if you can just tell me where you want me and put some music on that I can dance to, not sure the current song would work" Louise responded. "Ok no problem, let me just check your ready" before either of us could say anything Mike pushed his hand between Louise's legs and felt her pussy, pushing his large hand up against her fence net bikini, before pulling it out and grinning as he saw his fingers were covered in her juices. "Very good". Mike then took Louise hand and lead her through the group of bikers, the effect was instant, wolf whistles and cheers went up as they watched Louise being led to the trailer which was clearly to be her stage. A hush slowly came over the group as Mike climbed onto the stage and lifted Louise up, with his hands hushing the group further, he began "ok guys as you know it's a 30th anniversary and as such we need to celebrate with something very special, well here she is" a cheer went up. Once the bikers had hushed again Mike stepped behind Louise and reaching around her undid the tie at her throat that held her cape in place before taking it off her shoulders and sliding his hands down her arms to reveal her in full. The group let out a cheer as they ogled her body and took in all the details, Louise was clearly enjoying the exposure and attention as the group pushed forward to get closer to see her. Mike mock kicked them back from the stage front. "For one night only gentlemen she is here for our entertainment, Louise the floor is yours". The music began and Louise bent down to place the bag she was still holding next to her cape on the floor, she then started to dance, initially she spun, swayed with the music, and gyrated her hips suggestively, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on the men whilst getting more and more turned on. As I watched the group, I could see they were getting restless and wanted to see more, Louise was also clearly reading the groups mood as they were getting hornier and louder. She moved to the front and set of leather and heavy denim clad arms reached up to grab at her legs. One biker was successful in grabbing a tie side on her bikini and as she pulled back it undid one side of her bikini, Louise was clearly playing with them as she moved forward once more and another biker grabbed the other tie side and once again tugged as Louise danced, the micro bikini was released and swiftly pocketed as a souvenir no doubt. A cheer went up as her pussy was now fully exposed, Louise's plan was clearly to work these guys up into a frenzy as she opened her legs and pushed her hips forward, her shaven lips parted and an obvious wetness coating them from her arousal was visible in the firelit stage with her piercing just below her clit glinting in the light. Many of the bikers were now openly rubbing their crotches with several large bulges present, if she kept this up, she was going to get mauled quickly. The music changed and a slightly slower song began, Louise turned her back to the bikers and bent over with slightly parted legs giving the group a fantastic view of her pert ass and bare pussy lips as she bent over slowly picking up the bag, she had brought with her. At this point I had no idea what she had brought having assumed it contained some condoms, lube or make up. However, I was to be surprised, turning to the group she pulled out a large metal dildo, I recognised it instantly having bought it for her last Christmas. The dildo simply called the Njoy eleven was an eleven-inch metal phallus that was solid surgical steel. Louise knelt on the stage just out of the reach of the group and began to excite the crowd further, running the phallus over her nipples before mock sucking it and then trailing it towards her pussy. Louise has an incredibly tight pussy, so I guessed she was also planning on ensuring she was ready for anything as she started to the rub the head of the phallus over her pussy. The bikers were now clearly worked up as I saw at least 7 or 8 of them had their cocks out and were openly wanking as they watched Louise start to fuck herself with the toy. Louise was looking into the eyes of each of these men as she began to stuff the toy deeper into her pussy and slowly increased the pace as she fucked herself harder and opened her pussy up, spreading her legs and arching back so they could see her cunt clearly as it stretched around the steel dildo. After a few minutes it was clear she wanted the real thing and there was no shortage on offer to satisfy her as she withdrew the dildo and looked around the group for her first lover. At this point the entire group would have mauled Louise had it not been for Mike arriving on stage with 3 other men. Louise sat up from her splayed position on her back as Mike lifted her up to her knees and without a word pushed her head toward the crotch of a tall older man who was clearly the president Don. Don looked down on Louise and smiled he was in in mid-60's and a beast of a man easily 6ft 3 and heavily muscled, many dark tattoos snaked up his arms to the cut off jacket he wore and heavy leathers. Louise knew what was required and deftly unzipped his leathers, reaching inside I saw her struggle to free the large bulge that was inside. Don reached down, pushing Louise's hand away he pulled out his cock, it was around 9 inches and very thick. Don guided his cock into her mouth as she pushed out her tongue to meet him, running her tongue up the underside of his cock and across his bulbous head which was growing under her attention still further and leaking pre cum. Louise sucked and tongued Don as he continued to grow harder, his VP (Sam) and Sergeant at Arms (Jim) had now also taken out their cocks and were wanking as they watched Louise extend her tongue and lap at the head of their president's cock. A leather covered mattress was pulled out onto the stage and Louise was guided back onto it, Don was clearly ready to fuck and had no intention of just kneeling on the old trailer, releasing his cock from her mouth, he was now heavily engorged and wanted to use her pussy. Louise leant forward to take him into her mouth, but the Sam and Jim grabbed her arms and pulled her back, so she lay on her back with her arms spread out. "Open your legs slut" Don commanded; Louise willingly opened them as wide as she could as he lowered his bulk onto her. I had been so caught up watching that I hade forgotten to offer condoms to them, however seeing the crowd and the quiet dominance that Don exuded it was clear they would be ignored. Don guided his cock to her entrance; Louise was soaking wet but still tight, so I expected Don to work into her slowly. Clearly, he had other intentions as in one rough push he forced his huge cock head into her, Sam and Jim stopped her moving away as they continued to hold her in their large hands. Dons cock speared into her cunt and with a satisfied groan he began to fuck her hard, driving into her with his full weight, leaning forward he kissed her roughly as he fucked her, Louise responded eagerly, moaning as their tongues entwined. Don increased his pace as his orgasm approached, thrusting harder and deeper into her cunt, white cream appearing around his cock as her juices leaked out from the rough the treatment and her arousal. With a roar and the sound of his balls slapping her asshole he came for what seemed like ages as he emptied his balls inside her. Louise moaned she had clearly been close to coming herself, however her lover had not paced himself to accommodate her as she was purely there to entertain. As his cock wilted, he pulled out of her and a thick stream of cum could be seen dribbling from her already swollen cunt. Within Seconds Sam the VP was between her legs, having watched her use by Don he was clearly eager to also fuck her. He was around 6ft and wiry with lean muscles and a short beard flecked with grey. Unlike Don his cock was only around 6 inches long however his girth was impressive, he rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy mound, she moaned as her lips and clit were once again stimulated by the pressure of his thick cock. Whilst Sam continued to tease her with the head of his cock, Jim held both her wrists over her head and with his free hand was playing roughly with her breasts, pulling on her engorged nipples in turn which were now very hard and swollen. Louise was now raising her hips urging Sam to fuck her. He took his cock and guided it to her entrance, scooping the combined juices escaping from her pussy and pushing his cock forward into her soaking hole, her lips stretched around him as he eased into her. She moaned as he slowly inched inside her with small thrusts, once he had about half of his cock inside, he held her hips and pulled her further onto his cock until she was fully impaled on him. He now began fucking her with a deep angled motion that was clearly hitting her G-Spot as her moans were building with each thrust and as he his increased tempo. After several minutes she came; moaning out loud and to a cheer from the watching crowd who were now all around the mattress eager to take their turn. Sam continued fucking her as she orgasmed, his own breathing now increasing as his orgasm approached, he started to now shout expletives at her, calling her a slut and a piece of fuck meat, this clearly got him off as he increased his tempo and with a roar he sunk fully into her, spurting hard inside of her and unleashing torrents of cum into her, Louise moaned with pleasure as she felt his spurts deep inside her cunt. Jim the Sergeant at Arms was next, it was clear why he was Sergeant at Arms he was over 6ft, with a broad set of shoulders, huge arms, and thick black shortly cropped hair, he was an imposing man with a strong jaw and a glint in his eye. The crowd moved back to give him room as he commanded respect. He was clearly ready to fuck as his cock jutted out an impressive 9 or 10 inches with heavy girth, he clearly did not simply want to fuck her in the missionary position as Don and Sam had. He turned Louise over onto all fours and pushed her legs apart into a submissive and exposed position with her head down, rubbing his cock along her now soaking slit he coated his cock in her juices and the cum from his fellow bikers and lined his cock up at her entrance. He then placed both hands on her hips and pushed into her, Louise gasped as he stretched her with his cock and moaned as he ground into her. He fucked her slowly and deeply for several minutes as if just playing with her like a toy, it was clear he had fucked a lot of women and knew what he was doing as he showed no signs of cumming quickly. The crowd were now getting restless, nearly all the men had their cocks out by now and were openly wanking as they took in the scene of Louise being fucked on all fours. Jim pulled Louise up from her fully submissive head down position, so she was fully on all fours and nodded to the nearest man, "use her mouth". A short, large bellied man in oily denims with a straggly beard who was wanking a fat cock edged forward onto the mattress, Louise raised her head and found her mouth stuffed with his cock as soon as she opened her mouth, he pushed his groin into her ensuring he was able to fully enjoy her mouth as he began to fuck it in earnest with his belly rubbing against her forehead on each thrust. Jim appeared to be slowing his pace, I thought perhaps he was about to cum and wanted to pace himself, however it was clear he had other plans as he pulled his cock out glistening with all the juices from Louise cunt and began to rub his hard cockhead over her ass hole. Slowly increasing the pressure as her entrance relaxed, he edged the tip of his cock inside her ass. Louise moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt the new penetration, the biker using her mouth was clearly enjoying the view of ass fucking as he pushed hard into her mouth as he came. Holding onto her head Louise had no option but to swallow his cum, until he wilted and slipped out of her mouth, she took a deep breathe and looked up only to see another cock heading towards her. She opened her mouth and took the new cock in her mouth and began tonguing it, she had no idea who the owner was or what he even looked like. Jim was now increasing the pace as he fucked her ass and her orgasm was building as he started to fuck her deeply, after a few minutes he gripped her hips hard and grunted as he unloaded inside her ass, filling her ass with his cum. At the same time the biker in her mouth came, he pulled back from her mouth and spunked across her face before rubbing his cock over her lips urging her to lick him clean, Louise's tongue darted out and licked him, she then scooped the remaining cum on her face up with her fingers and licked it, it was clear she was enjoying being a slut and was ready for more. As Jim eased out of her the image was extraordinary, Louise on all fours with her ass in the air, cum leaking from her ass and pussy, her pussy lips already swollen from the rough fucking they had received, her breasts swollen with arousal with her nipples pointing out like bullets and cum dribbling from her mouth; and so far, she had only had 5 men fuck her. There were at least another 30 in the crowd. Seeing Jim was finished the crowd now moved forward, it was clear there was a pecking order in the club and two rough queues formed at Louise's head and between her legs. Two rough looking bikers moved forward, one shuffled onto his back and urged Louise to climb on top of him, she did as instructed lowering her pussy over him before reaching down to grasp his cock and guide it into her hole as she sank down onto him, she was offered a beer by the crowd and clearly thirsty opened her mouth the beer was poured directly into her mouth and down over her chest covering her tits with beer. The biker underneath her now urged her down as he wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her down to roughly kiss her, Louise loved being kissed and responded eagerly. As she kissed him the second biker who had now stripped from the waist down position himself behind them both as he eased himself behind her, it was clear he intended to also penetrate her. I pushed forward to see him lining his cock up with her pussy, his cock was long but not too thick so he might just fit, moving forwards he pushed his cock in and as the pressure increased, he was able to enter her. Louise let out a deep moan as the second biker entered her, it was clear these guys intended to thoroughly use her as they began to rock their hips both driving as deep as they could into her pussy which was once again tight with two cocks stuffing it. She began to moan as they increased the pace and then as her moaning reached a crescendo, they both clenched all cumming together and filling her pussy with another two loads of cum. As the biker shuffled out from under her she was lifted onto another man already lying on his back and stroking his cock, without ceremony she was impaled on his cock, plugging the streams of cum that were now leaking from her cunt. She was pushed forward again and briefly saw an older biker with long grey hair behind her, she had no time to take in any other details as she felt her metal collar being held, a biker was clipping a short lead onto it, no doubt to aid her control as the group used her, the older biker behind her was now easing his cock into her ass so she was stuffed doubly once more. Another older man possibly in his late sixties with a lean mean look about him was standing over the group with a wide stance allowing him to push his cock into Louise's mouth, I now saw he was holding the lead and controlling her pace, Louise's hands were now directed to 2 further bikers cocks and encouraged to wank them. She was now being used by 5 bikers and the group were clearly loving it, the depravity of the situation was clearly turning them all on and Louise was getting off on it too, as I could see her actively grinding back against the men inside her cunt and ass urging them to add their cum to the loads already inside her, the old man holding her lead was pulling her down to deep throat his cock as he built to his orgasm. The group were now in a rhythm and were using her as they pleased, commenting on what a good slut she was and how good her cunt and ass felt as they each enjoyed her body. The group did not last long and within 5 minutes of fucking her had cum, as they pulled out of her, her holes gaped and pools of frothy cum could be seen leaking from inside of her. She was breathing heavily from the rough fucking she had received but still not exhausted, Mike who had been watching up to this point decided it was time he had some fun. There were still about 20 bikers waiting to use Louise and it was not clear how they were all going to get through her. Mike stepped forward before the next group could start playing with Louise, "bind her" clearly this meant something to the bikers as Louise was once again flipped onto her back and a biker came forward with a length of hemp rope which he formed into cuffs on both her ankles and wrists, each was then attached to 4 metal rings that were sunk into the corners of the leather mattress, before they were tightened a foam wedge was placed under her bottom. Louise was now completely spread eagled her pussy exposed with her piercing glinting from between her wet swollen pussy lips, the wedge having the effect that her pussy and asshole were both available, her nipples were rock hard, and she was looking around, I caught her eye to check she was ok, she gave me an excited smile back, she was ready for whatever they had in mind. Mike leaned over her and whispered something into her ear, she took a moment, let out a deep sigh and then nodded, Mike stood up turned to the group and said "where is James?", a man stepped forward still fully clothed, he had greying hair, kind eyes in a striking face with a strong jaw, his body was lean but muscled with large strong arms covered in unique tattoos, of trees and tribal designs rather than the usual bikes and flags that many of the others sported. Mike leaned into James and spoke to him, I could not make out what was said but James nodded and disappeared through the crowd, a minute later he reappeared with a small bag. The bikers parted as he stepped forward onto the trailer and knelt beside Louise, bending over her he talked softly to her before sitting up and watching her, she again nodded and then softly said "yes". James opened the bag and pulled out a small bottle with clear liquid, he took a small piece of cloth and wiped it over Louise's breasts concentrating on her nipples thoroughly cleaning them of any cum or saliva. He next pulled out a small rolled up package and unrolled it, inside were a pair of small surgical steel clamps a series of needles and set of steel rings. As James prepared his equipment, Mike knelt next to Louise and inserted two fingers inside of her pussy and started to slowly rotate his hand stimulating her G spot whilst applying pressure with his thumb to her clit. Once he had thoroughly wiped down Louise's nipples and his equipment, he held her left nipple between the clamp which had a small hole through its side, he then swiftly picked up another clamp holding a slightly curved needle. He looked at Louise, she nodded and took a breath, James pushed the needle through the hole and pierced her nipple just as Mike increased the pressure on her G-Spot. Louise gasped with pleasure and pain as James swiftly connected a circular barbell to the needle and pulling it through completed the first nipple piercing. James now repeated the process with the second piercing whilst Mike continued to stimulate Louise as the needle pierced her. The two fresh piercings looked stunning with the surgical steel rings accentuating Louise's nipples and setting off her Clit hood piercing with the matching steel. The group had clearly all enjoyed the brief change of tempo and seeing Louise being pierced but were eager to continue enjoying her body. Mike whilst still playing with Louise Pussy spoke to the group "time for a fast ride, there are at least 20 of you left so no messing about as we have some drinking to do, form two queues cum in her or on her and then let the next man in, ok" a collective "yeah" rang out and a series of nods could be seen, clearly the more junior members of the bikers chapter would have to be quick. Two rough queues formed at Louise's head and between her legs as the bikers came forward and started to use her, there was no patience as they used her like a cheap whore, cocks were forced into her mouth as men squatted over her to fuck her mouth before cumming and being replaced by another either ejaculating in her mouth or over her face. Similarly, the men between her legs were shoving their cocks into eagerly, some using her pussy some using her ass, all seemed eager to cum inside of her as a pool of cum was soon leaking out of her holes, just as the cum leaked out of her, further was added as the next biker pushed his cock into her and fucked her to his orgasm. The rough fucking and being openly used like a piece of meat or cheap whore was clearly turning Louise on as she was raising her hips and straining against the rope bonds to meet each of the bikers as they plunged into her. This in turn was encouraging the group to try and find her limits as each biker tried to fuck her even harder and more roughly than the last, even those that pulled on her new nipple rings were turning her on. She was getting off on the pain and debasement as the group slowly worked through her each leaving her with a fresh load of cum inside her. The group was now nearly finished, after nearly 2 hours over 35 bikers had taken turns fucking Louise and she had enjoyed multiple orgasms even whilst having her nipples pierced. The final biker an older grey-haired man with a paunch stepped forward, before him Louise lay with cum running from her cunt and seeing the biker urged him forward pushing her hips up, apparently still horny, the old man slowly unzipped his jeans and reaching inside pulled out his cock, I took a double take as he appeared huge and was not even fully hard. Grinning he leered at Louise and started to stroke his cock between her legs, it continued to grow, a shout went out "hey horse is having a go". A cheer went up and the bikers who had already fucked Louise and were now getting some serious drinking on turned back to the stage to watch. The man's nickname was now becoming clear as his gnarled cock continued to grow into what looked like the forearm of a man or in fact a horse's cock, it was around a foot long and ridiculously thick. It was fitting then this man should go last as a finale but also as Louise's pussy might just be able to take this man's cock. Louise's eyes were staring in disbelief at the size of the cock as he started to rub the fist like head against her swollen pussy, Horse now pushed forward his cock stretching her thoroughly used cunt and with increasing pressure he pushed inside of her. Louise moaned as his cock started to inch into her; incredibly stretching her more than even the two cocks who had fucked her earlier had, her G-spot was being hit with incredible pressure and a wave of pleasure started rising within her. Groaning loudly Horse began to increase his pace as Louise's cunt stretched to accommodate his huge cock, holding her hips he continued to push inside her, the inches of giant cock disappearing inside of her cunt as the pleasure built inside her. He now began to fuck her properly as she responded, between her moans she started to talk "fuck me, fuck me harder, fill me with your cum". Horse responded by upping his tempo; pistoning in and out of her pussy harder and faster as his own orgasm approached, he started to growl, Louise met his thrusts and was now taking his entire cock. They could not last long both building to reach their own peak, Horse came just before Louise erupting inside of her shooting what seemed like torrents of cum inside of her just as Louise came hard, arching her back and screaming in pleasure at the massive cock pulsing inside of her. Horse now exhausted slowly eased out of her and her gaping pussy expelled his wilting cock as a stream of cum ran from her. I noted Mike and James had not yet fucked her and it was clear neither were about to. Louise remained bound as I moved up to the trailer and Mike and James stepped up to stand by her head, both had a beer in hand and were deep in conversation, Mike finished the conversation and grinned at James as I approached. "Do you want to use her?" I asked. "Not for now, we shall be in touch regarding that part of the deal after all we are part of the chapter and have not enjoyed her yet". I was about to remonstrate that they had had plenty of opportunity but thought better of it. Mike turned to me "she was amazing, thanks for bringing her and here is the fee" Mike handed me a thick envelope and her cape. He then turned back to James and they both returned to their conversation. I knelt, untied Louise and helped her to her feet as she rubbed her wrists and stretched her cum covered body, she was clearly still on a sexual high as I put the cape around her and lead her off the stage and back towards our glamping pod. It had been an epic night and as we walked back to our pod the fatigue set in, as she crashed onto our bed, I wondered what Mike had meant with his we will be in touch quip.

The Fundraiser by AllieNF The Nude Fundraiser: Part 18- The Company When the Anderson’s Arrived on Saturday night, Mrs. Jenkins had encouraged Jenna to stay out of the room for a few minutes and let them explain it their guests. Then, after the explanation, she’d call Jenna to come into the room. The plan sounded good to Jenna, she figured that wouldn’t shock anyone too bad and it would give her time to gather courage. Once again, Jenna was faced with a new experience along this journey. She would be exposing herself to people she knew, people who had known her since she was a small child, people who weren’t her peers or teachers, just friends… No. Saying the Andersons were just friends was a misnomer. They were truly extended family. Neither of her parents had siblings, so they were and had been Aunt Beth and Uncle Jim for as long as Jenna knew them. They had been to Christmas with them more than once and had even vacationed together a few times. These were not just friends and they were about to see Jenna naked in a social setting for the first time. This was going to be different. It was going to be difficult because it was like she was telling her parents all over again. What if they didn’t support this decision? What if they didn’t get it or approve of it? This could be a relationship altering event. …and Jenna was worried, but she finally understood that to be different from nervous. She was finally getting that some of what she was feeling was not connected to her and her state of undress, but more how that interacted with the people around her. Like earlier in the day, she really had no problem with going outside naked. That was okay for her, but how would people react to that? At what point would it become embarrassing for her? Her “nerves” only took over when the cop showed up…when the HOA President was there. All the negative reactions of the people walking by weren’t a problem, there were no consequences. At that moment, she’d been seen. She could be seen by anyone now the opinions of random strangers didn’t mean much overall. …but these people were family and there were stakes to her exploding into the room tits, ass and pussy out. When the doorbell rang, Jenna’s heart was racing. Upstairs in her room, she could hear them come in. The muffled conversations below. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary. …but until she was called down, Jenna knew she wouldn’t have an answer. Then, at just under 5 minutes from when they arrived, Jenna’s mother called her to join them downstairs. She rose from the bed where she had been sitting, took a look in the mirror to make sure everything was still good. The mirror, where she had taken such a naughty selfie and sent to Jacob earlier, was a place where Jenna had started to become accustomed to seeing her own naked body. That was a strange turn of events for her, but she smiled and strolled out of the room. Her feet walked purposefully and well-paced down the carpeted hallway to the steps, where she glided down the stairs. Each step made her tingle with worry and spark with the kind of nervousness of the unknown that Jenna was starting to understand fully. Each movement bringing her closer to the room where she would be fully revealed to Aunt Beth and Uncle Jim. …and then she was there. Naked. Completely. In front of these two people who had known her forever, and her parents who had known her longer. As Jenna entered the room, there was applause. The Anderson’s started it and her parents joined in. It made her blush. Her first thoughts made her recoil a smidgeon, but then she embraced it. For an actress and dancer like her, this was somehow the most appropriate response. When it subsided after a moment, the two pulled her in and hugged her. Beth Anderson was overbrimming with pride, telling Jenna how brave she was and how strong she was going to have to be. Jim was also bubbling with pride and echoing his wife’s thoughts. Adding that Jenna had become such a beautiful young woman and her parents should be proud as well. They asked Jenna to step back so they could get a good look at her, which she found strange since they had just spent a moment looking at her and clapping. Aunt Beth mentioned the freckles first, which always gave Jenna a warm feeling. Uncle Jim fixated on her legs, which was also a point of pride for a dancer like Jenna. There was nothing but joy in the room. Jenna’s own parents stood to the side and smiled with happiness, love and support. After a few moments the conversation turned towards the Fundraiser itself, the show that they were hoping to do, Jenna’s colleges and the future. By the time dinner was served, the conversation wasn’t about Jenna anymore. It was sports and work and hobbies. Barely any of them mentioned that Jenna was naked. She, herself, was barely paying much attention to it. The plan her parents had hatched to help her was definitely helping. Apart from Uncle Jim getting a little frisky at the end of the night and squeezing her ass during the goodbye hug, everything was as it should have been. Even that Jenna didn’t mind as much as she probably should have. It could have been worse. He had been drinking some wine during the evening, so it was probably nothing. Uncle Jim had been admonished by the other adults, of course, and Aunt Beth, his wife, was likely to scold him more in the car… but in the end, it was a harmless moment. As Jenna settled down for bed shortly after the family was alone, she was smiling from a good day that had made her happy. A quiet day that, while filled with many different emotions, didn’t drain her emotionally like the previous day. Jenna snuggled her naked body in her blankets and pondered the past two days…and she looked towards tomorrow. Her father always had a few of his friends over to watch football. She usually wasn’t there in the room with them the whole time, but part of the time. Could she do that with a bunch of excited men and be comfortable as she was tonight with family and close friends? Only time would tell… The Nude Fundraiser: Part 19- The Gift Waking up Sunday morning was about as enjoyable as waking up on Saturday morning for Jenna. She didn’t have anywhere to be right away, as her mom was still allowing her to be on “summer break” from church. Jenna was okay with that, she’s not sure the congregation was prepared for a naked girl in Church. There might have been an uptick in heart attacks if she did. Different than Saturday, dad was the one who was out shopping when she got up. Her mom was doing some cooking for the game and gladly made Jenna some bacon and eggs for her breakfast. As she waited for her food, Jenna popped over to the Fundraiser website and checked her email to see if there had been any changes. The website was still there, which she took as a good sign. There was an email however and Jenna became concerned… “Dear Students, Staff, Faculty and Parents; We have looked into the matter of the proposed “Nude Fundraiser.” It was not started or developed under the power of Mr. McGuffin, the former principal of Kentucky Central High School. The concept was brought to the former principal and the school board by Mr. Elba, the drama teacher. His background check and record show him to be an upstanding citizen and therefore believe this event was planned with the best of intentions. The board has also done some fact checking and looked at fundraisers done by other organizations in this school and others. While this fundraiser is a step over a line that has not been crossed before specifically in this school, it has been nearly embraced by bikini carwashes, sexy calendars, and the ‘home chore-a-thon’ run by the ROTC in 2016- which was investigated for potential charges in solicitation and prostitution. Some colleges in West Virginia, Florida and Ohio have offered fundraisers akin to this one. Another thing that has been discussed, this is a co-ed fundraiser and involves both boys and girls. It is therefore not targeting a specific gender. Lastly, the students are not being forced to do this against their will. Only students with signed permission forms will be participating. They and their parents know what they are getting into. The point being, we see no reason to stop this. The Fundraiser will go on as scheduled tomorrow. Your only recourse if you do not want to see the students naked for the majority of the day is to not participate in donating to the cause. If no money is donated, the kids will end up in their clothes by first period. Having said that, we have asked the technologies class to update the website with better tracking for each individual student, so you as a parent can see how much your student is going to be wearing. At the behest of several community leaders, we will open the online donations at 7pm tonight. We have also asked several Sexual Assault Counselors to be available for the students tomorrow and will treat any incidents with serious consequences. We the board, look forward to a good fundraiser for the drama club. We have all decided to be at the school tomorrow for the students.” And there it was. The fundraiser would happen. That was a jolt energy that Jenna definitely needed. She talked excitedly with her mother while she ate. She discusses things she was excited to be doing in school while naked, like actually doing scenes in the drama class. She talked about things she really didn’t want to do while being naked, gym class was most likely going to be awkward. She brought up teachers she was worried would treat them different like Mr. Riley and Mr. Morris. Jenna mentioned teachers like Mrs. Apgar and the attendance Clerk Ms. Carol who had shown support and concern for the students. Mrs. Jenkins was happy to see that Jenna was considering both the positive and the negative; that her daughter had sensed some red flags and knew who to watch out for. …like all mothers, she was curious about one little aspect… “So, are there any boys you are excited will get to see you naked?” Jenna blushed. She thought about Ezra for a moment…and Mike and Dennis. None of them she was overly keen on seeing her completely naked, but all of them created some kind of flash of excitement she supposed. Ezra more than the others, if she were being entirely truthful. No words came out, Jenna just shook her somewhat flushed face in an affirmative manner. Her mother pressed on… “any girls?” Jenna’s eyes went wide and her embarrassment meter tripped further. She blurted out “OMG Mom!” …but in the laughter that followed she kind of settled on the answer in her head, yes. Yes, there were girls she wanted to see her naked. She was hoping that Sarah would see her fully naked for the first time and that would give her courage. She was thinking about her friends Kenzie and Livie who had already seen her naked during a rather naughty game of truth or dare. Kenzie had been pretty complimentary of Jenna’s body, and her hands had been slightly more electric than Jenna had expected that night. In a way, she even wanted Lauren to see her in the nude, to see the power and agency she had over her own body. Jenna left the question virtually unanswered except for her initial blurt. …but her mom could see it in her eyes. “So,” her mother ventured once more. “Are there any boys or girls you’re looking forward to seeing naked?” This ended with a full-on laugh from both. As the laugh ended and a small bit of silence permitted Jenna to get her final bite of eggs onto her fork, she simply stated “yes.” And finished off her meal. Jenna put her plate in the dishwasher at her mother’s request and then headed back upstairs. “I better get a little cleaned up before the guys come over.” Mrs. Jenkins stopped her for a moment. “Honey,” she said to her daughter, “On my bed is a package for you. I got it yesterday. I don’t want you to use it all now, but if it will help, you can some of it.” Jenna offered her thanks, gave her mother a hug, and headed upstairs to see what was in the package. In her parent’s bedroom, Jenna easily found the gift. It was basket her mother had prepared with all kinds of beauty products for her skin, fresh razor and shaving supplies, a few bath bombs and some soothing bubble soap. Jenna was so happy at such a thoughtful and supportive gift from her mom, she turned to go downstairs and give her hug again…but when she turned her mom was already there. “We have the bigger tub in our bathroom, honey. You can use that now if you’d like…and later tonight too, if you want.” Her mother offered. Jenna enveloped her in a big warm and thankful hug. There were even tears. Today was turning out great. Jenna took the basket and headed to her parent’s bathroom with the bigger tub. Since her outfit for the day was her skin, it was time to do the laundry. As she lowered her body into the water a little while later, she was glad she had parents who supported this wild silly fundraiser. She thought for a few moments about Sarah and Carly…and some of the other theater girls. She hoped they had parents even half as supportive as hers. Jenna’s thoughts changed slightly as she heard her dad downstairs and the doorbell rang with the first guest. She figured she could stay in the tub for a while, let a few more folks arrive before venturing downstairs into the crowd of men wearing nothing but a smile. The Nude Fundraiser: Part 20- The Touchdown When Jenna finally emerged from the tub and the bathroom, she went downstairs wrapped in the towels from the tub. She checked with her mom. Since they had discussed and planned her entrance with the Anderson’s the previous night, she wasn’t she if there was or should be a plan this afternoon. Her mother would also know the temperament of the guys there already. If it would be best that Jenna not even appear, that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. Her father had the guys over most weekends during the football season…and race season before that…and sometimes for basketball. Never for baseball or hockey. If Jenna was home, she usually came down and joined the group for a while, but not always. Sports really weren’t her thing, but she did like to hang around with her dad while enjoyed the games. It helped her bond with him. She entered the kitchen where her mom was reading a magazine and surprised her. “Jenna, I haven’t seen you this covered since Friday!” she laughed. “Who’s out there?” Jenna asked. “Besides dad.” “Mark Whatley, Hank Turner, and Phil Flynn. The regulars.” Her mom answered. Whatley was married to his second wife and had a two-year-old son at home. Hank had never married and was a confirmed old bachelor at this point. He’d had plenty of girlfriends over the years, but nothing lasting more than a month or three. Phillip Flynn was Mike’s father, so he lived very close. All 4 of the guys, including Mr. Jenkins had worked at the Wiesup Insurance Company. Her father and Phil were the only two who still worked there, but that’s how they all met. “Do you think I should go out there?” Jenna inquired. “How have the games been going?” “Well, mostly good yelling so far… but it’s up to you if you are going to out there.” Mrs. Jenkins stated. “You probably should, just for a few minutes… but be careful Hank’s single again. He might make a pass at you.” She continued with a wink. Jenna’s sigh was loaded with mock disgust and the two shared a giggle. “Did dad say anything to them?” Jenna asked as she peered into the room. “May have, I don’t know,” was her mom’s answer and it didn’t really help. “Okay.” Jenna said and she started walking into the living room where the game was playing and 4 older men were shouting, talking and drinking beer. “Jenna,” Mrs. Jenkins called out… “Your towels?” The younger Jenkins looked back with a grin. “They’ll come off in a minute. Don’t worry mom, I’ll get naked for them.” Her mother watched her go, suddenly wondering if they’d created a monster. …but also wondering where her daughter got all this courage. Jenna appeared wrapped in her towels, one on her body and one on her hair, at the doorway to the living room. “Who’s winning?” She asked the assembled men. They all turned to see her…and she let the body towel drop. All 4 men were staring right at her. As the ref’s whistles could be heard emanating from the television and the commentator shouted touch down. The sounds from the television were barely enough to pull their attention back to the game, as Jenna moved into the room fully, removing the towel from her hair and tossing her body on an open part of the couch. They still hadn’t answered her question. “I was wondering if you’d be joining us.” Her father stated, breaking the ice. “Phil, I’m sure you’ve heard about the fundraiser at the school. Have you two?” The other men shook their heads to denote a negative response, so Jenna leaned up to explain. All 3 listened as she talked about it, and Mr. Jenkins jumped in at the end to illuminate the reason she was naked now. “I think I need another beer,” claimed Hank as he walked out of the room towards the kitchen. “So, before I came in there was a game on, I think?” Jenna giggled and spoke. “Yes, yes,” said Phil as the three turned their attention from the beautiful naked teenager to the television. George Jenkins’ view stayed on his daughter a little longer, and he gave her a supportive smile and approving wink, before returning his gaze to the television. Jenna spent the better part of two hours in the room with the guys. Eating some chips and dip, shouting and pumping her arms in the air at the right times, she even made a big show about leaning forward on the couch with her legs spread for a while. She was playing a role once more. She was the football loving girlfriend. The men were eating it up. She didn’t know the stats so conversation was a bust, but she knew how to move…and they loved everything she did. She noted they really watched her more than the game and realized this was probably most like how the boys were going to act tomorrow. At about that two-hour mark, Jenna had her fill. She had gotten from the experience about everything she needed. She knew she could do it. She knew she could stay among them if she wanted. She knew which actions she took to garner the most attention. She had gotten good information from this crowd. She didn’t need to be here anymore. Jenna walked into the kitchen with her mother and said she was going back upstairs to watch some television, but she stayed for a few more meatballs. It was just enough time for Hank to wander into the kitchen for another beer. As Mrs. Jenkins pulled one out of the fridge for him, he put his hand on Jenna’s back. “You’re 18 now, right Jenna?” He asked. “I am,” she said and pointedly continued with a strength that said no, “But I’m out of your league.” Her mother handed him his beer and smiled at her daughter. Hank’s hand left her naked body and he retreated back into the living room. “You handled that well, honey.” Jenna’s mom exclaimed. “Thanks.” Jenna replied. “I’m really beginning to think I’m ready for tomorrow.” “I think so too.” Jenna smiled and started for the stairs, she stopped… “Mom,” she cast her eyes downward…looking nervous, “Mom, could you come tuck me in tonight?” She looked at her daughter. Given everything over the last few days and all the future planning that had been going on throughout the summer. It had been easy to forget that she was still a girl and not a woman. She still needed or wanted certain things from her mother. Mrs. Jenkins hoped with all her heart that those wants and needs never left. “Certainly, my dear.” “Thanks Mom. I love you.” And with that Jenna went up to her room, still naked; still happy; still her mommy’s girl. The Nude Fundraiser: Part 21- The Donations Begin Settled in her bedroom, since she was done being naked in front of the men watching football, Jenna decided to take another selfie. This one wasn’t meant for Jacob and her intention was not to make it naughty, just a simple nude…for Mike. Jenna had started to feel a little guilty that Mike’s dad had seen her in the nude, but Mike hadn’t. It wasn’t really a crime and Mike hadn’t…well, apart from sitting with her as secret protection at the pep rally, Mike hadn’t done anything to earn anything special. Jenna decided that didn’t matter. He’d probably already looked at the website and seen the photos, it wouldn’t be anything new. …but she would make it for him, out of some strange feeling of penance. She knew Mike had seen her dancing before, and not just in the shows. Because their fathers were friends, Mike had been to some of the ballet shows, not so much the recitals, but some of the shows. Jenna thought about that and decided to be a little cheeky. She pulled on a pair of her pointe shoes. She tried a few moves and settled on a pose that would be very revealing, but difficult. She tossed her leg up and balanced it on the wall. She was en pointe on one foot, the other balanced against the wall, her legs spread in an obtuse angle. She thrust her arm out as far as it would go and she snapped a pic. Jenna did this about 4 times to get the photo just right; no blur or movement. When she was satisfied, she sent it to Mike, “Just for you, because your father’s seen it. Please don’t share.” And she thought for a second and sent another message, “You can share it with Dennis, but that’s it.” Jenna had realized she didn’t have Dennis’s number. Mike was probably going to share it with him anyway because of how close those two were, why put him in a position where he was going to break the rules? Smiling at herself and this little exhibitionist that she thought she was becoming, she shed her pointe shoes and plopped down on her bed. Jenna ventured to the website for the fundraiser again. It was a little after 7pm now, and the ability for people to donate had begun. She was curious if there had been any activity already. Of course, there had. Jenna was surprised, but she really shouldn’t have been. At about 10 minutes past 7pm, the overall Fundraiser had already earned $3,470. That was big deal for such a short amount of time. She checked her individual profile and found her current level was $155. That guaranteed she’d be naked for the full day on Monday. She had to wonder why people kept donating to her after she’d hit the magic number. She checked on Carly and Sarah and Jacob and they were all over the $100 point. At least Jenna wouldn’t be alone. She kept checking friends and other kids and they were all over the magic number for nudity. In the end only 40 kids had been listed participants…and every single one of them would spend the entire school day on Monday naked. …and that was all before 7:30, before the kids in school could donate. $7,000 when Jenna closed the website. Its really going to happen, she thought. She had to admit it made her more excited than nervous now. She wandered downstairs to tell her mom and get a drink… and when she got back to her room, she had two messages on her phone… One from Mike, “You’re prettier naked than I ever imagined you. Thank You.” And one from unknown number, “Those freckles are the bomb!” She assumed it was Dennis and made sure she saved his number. At least she was a hit with the people she knew well. How her naked body would go over with others remained to be seen. She started to worry a little about the Cheerleaders. Sure, she was no longer their primary target, but she had been their target. If Lauren had a chance to defend herself, Jenna may be their enemy again… She’d have to be vigilant for aggressive actions, but she wasn’t going to have to worry about whether they would expose her, her drama teacher had already assured that was happening. Jenna looked at the time and figured she was still good to go, she made her way to her parent’s bedroom again and drew another bath. This time she was going to take the time to shave her pussy and really clean her skin, exfoliate and repair blemishes. As the water was nearing the point where Jenna was going to get in, Mrs. Jenkins entered and offered to help, and Jenna accepted the offer. She felt pampered and loved with each moment and task during the bath. Her mother was so gentle when it came to the shaving and Jenna felt that it was a cleaner and smoother shave than she would have done herself. The bath was so exquisite for Jenna, an almost out of body experience… The two talked and laughed. They bonded deeper than they had in a long time. She even found herself talking about what happened with Max over the summer. …but Jenna stopped short of talking about Friday. There may be a time for that story, but it wasn’t today. When the bath was finished, it was time for Jenna to go to bed. Her mother’s word was golden and she tucked her naked daughter into bed. She kissed her forward and wished her pleasant dreams. …and Jenna’s dreams were pleasant. She was prepared and ready for tomorrow. There was no question it was going to happen. The only variables were the people…and people will always be the variable. She drifted off with a smile on her face. The weekend had been good, her parents had been right and tomorrow Jenna would prove to the school that she was brave as well as talented, that she had the ability to make her dreams come true- even if the circumstances were bad. Monday would prove to her that she could be a success. …And then Tuesday, life would go back to normal. But Monday would be special and she wasn’t going to have to wait much longer. The Nude Fundraiser: Part 22- The Morning Of... Jenna woke up early Monday. She had intended to sleep in, but something had startled her awake and the excitement of the day kept her from falling back to sleep. Having had two baths the day before, she opted for a quick shower, and then spent some time rubbing lotion into her skin. It probably took a little longer than tugging on an outfit, but she didn’t mind at all. Somehow this act made her feel prettier, sexier than even her most risqué outfit. She opted to skip breakfast for several different reasons, none of which her mother objected too. She did drink a cup of milk and most of a bottle of water before giving her body one more look see in the mirror. Her mother also gave her a once over to make sure that everything was as it should be, and it was. While she knew because of the donation level, that no clothes would be needed at school, Jenna’s mom encouraged her daughter to toss an outfit in her bag or her car just in case. Jenna agreed to that and chose something simple, leggings and a shirt. She put on her pink pair of crocs to drive to school in. Sometimes Jenna thought having nothing on their feet was awkward and dangerous. At the very least allowing the students to wear flip flops or something like that for safety reasons felt like it might have been a good idea. …But the nude fundraiser required complete nudity. Jenna grabbed her car keys and headed out to school a little early. She did think about riding the bus again, but she wanted to be fully in control today. The bus would have been a distraction. Arriving at school, she sat in her car an extra minute or two. She hadn’t thought she’d need to summon the courage to go in, but now that the moment was here, she did. There was barely anyone there yet, a smattering of cars in the parking lot, a few early students milling about. The first of the buses had yet to arrive. This is what Jenna wanted. She was as ready as she was going to be and exited her car. She did leave her crocs on as she walked in, knowing she’d stash them at the appropriate time in her locker or cubby in the drama room. As she walked across the parking lot, she could feel the eyes looking at her. There weren’t many, as she planned, but they were there and they were all looking. She felt nervous in a new way. But why? This is what she expected. She knew people would be looking. She was ready for this. She felt comfortable, but still the unknown and anonymous eyes that she felt looking at her. Some from inside the school, some from in cars, some from the sidewalks, and even some from now slowly moving passing cars were taking an interest in her every move. She started walking a little faster, not meaning too, but she did. These first few moments weren’t going to set the tone for the day, that would come in homeroom, but Jenna still wished she was doing a little better with it. Her hand finally reached the door of the school, and as she wrapped her fingers around it, she felt how cold it was. It sent a shiver through her naked body. Her footfalls on the tile floor felt strange to her. She knew she was naked, her skin tingled at every sensation, the lights, the change in temperature and air flow as she walked by opened or closed classrooms, the sudden warmth as she walked by other students and people in the hallway…she knew she was naked and she stood tall, but her feet were betraying her. Perhaps wearing the shoes was a bad idea after all. It somehow changed the experience. While her mind knew she was naked, her body knew otherwise. Jenna stopped and slid her shoes off. Without making a big deal of things and without checking her surroundings, she bent down to pick up her pink crocs. That’s when she heard the first camera. Again…this is something she knew would happen. There was no doubt in her mind that it was going to happen, but now that it was all her resolve cracked at least slightly. She stopped feeling naked and started feeling exposed. She turned towards the sound of the camera, and smiled at the student with his phone out. “You want a frontal shot?” Jenna asked. “Ya…yes…” the student stammered. Jenna had never seen this boy before. She may have seen him, but didn’t know him. Probably a freshman or a sophomore. She posed for two more photos, nothing untoward. Just standard posing. Once again, her ability to take her agency back made the photos feel less invasive. She smiled at him as he thanked her. She took a mental picture of the tent in his pants and Jenna moved on towards the drama room. She passed Alex in the hallway, another drama club student. He was dressed. …But she felt positive his picture had been on the website. “Waiting for your cue, Alex?” she asked. “Yeah, I guess. Mom said to wait until the last minute.” He commented back to his naked peer. “My mom told me to put on a show.” She said with a wink and a spin…before continuing on her way. She giggled to herself as she walked. Her mother hadn’t said anything of the sort, but it made Jenna feel good to say it. In a way, Jenna was starting to feel that character she had started to visualize on Thursday creep in. Maybe, the actress in her needed to feel that character to make the day work? She hadn’t needed it all weekend, but now…the audience was bigger, the character needed to be bigger. It was all a way to deflect the nerves. She entered the drama room. There were already several students inside, mostly still dressed. Jenna wasn’t, and their heads all turned to her. She smiled at the smattering of applause. Setting down her bag, she took several exaggerated bows, changing direction with each one so that all the students got a look. She came up from her last bow to see Mr. Elba walking towards her…with Hank Turner. The embarrassment and confusion rushed into Jenna’s face and body, she tried to cover up a little… “Mr. Turner here is one of Sexual Abuse Counselors that are required to be here today.” Began the teacher, “I understand you know him.” Jenna sheepishly admitted that she did. “Good. I’m hoping you can make the other students feel more comfortable to talk to him if things get out of control today.” The director explained. “I’m very eager to talk to any of the students who may need my special touch.” Hank Turner added. Jenna’s face was that of a deer caught in the headlights. She had no idea that when he left Weisup Insurance he had gone into counseling. If her father knew, he’d never mentioned it. This was a truly awkward moment. Jenna wondered if he knew last night when she was there…when he was at her house, did he know then that he would be here? …She shook off the question as irrelevant. He’s here now and she wasn’t sure what to do with him. “I’ll try.” She weakly answered and started to walk away. Mr. Elba headed over to speak to a different student, while Mr. Turner tried to continue his conversation with Jenna. “You know, I think today is going to be a lot of fun, but it needs to be safe too. I’m here to make people feel safe, Jenna.” He spoke as she walked away. She turned and looked at him for a second, and then continued towards the stage itself. He certainly didn’t make her feel safe. A small voice chirped Jenna’s name as she turned the corner onto the stage. It was Sarah. Jenna looked at her new friend, the blonde freshman with the pixie cut and the coin slot pussy. Sarah was barely dressed, just an electric bikini on her pale body and heels on her feet. Jenna smiled at her. “Quite an outfit Sarah.” “It comes off easy,” winked the younger girl. “Prove it.” Jenna said and folded her arms to watch how the freshman responded. Sarah didn’t bat an eye. One hand dropped the bottoms while the other worked on getting the top off. Within 30 seconds, Sarah was picking her bikini off the floor. Other students had seen and watched this. Sarah’s actions received applause. …and Jenna stepped in to hug the little naked girl. “I’m so proud of you, Sarah.” Jenna stated brightly. “When I met you on Friday, I really wasn’t sure if you truly had this in you.” “Thank You.” Said Sarah through some tiny tears. “Let’s get your stuff in a cubby,” directed Jenna as she broke the hug and two walked towards the cubby wall. Jacob entered the room at the other side while two girls slid their shoes and other items into their labelled spaces. He shouted to the class as he whipped off his shirt “Let’s get naked!” His voice was loud enough to be heard in the hall where a crowd had started to gather to peer in. They cheered at his words. Some of the other students started to comply and began stripping, but not all. Mr. Elba tried to get control of the room, Hank Turner standing by his side. “Kids, folks…” His arms raised to silence the room. “We have about 20 minutes before you have to go into your home room. You should start to undress now, if you haven’t already. Take your time and get comfortable. The dressing rooms and make-up are available for you if you need. Everyone should have a cubby. I’ll have some instructions, thoughts and information for the group in ten minutes. So…just be calm, get comfortable…and... Jacob… Please close that door!” There was an audible groan from the kids outside the drama room as a now half-dressed Jacob closed the door. Jenna still hadn’t fully processed how she was going to deal with Mr. Turner being there. She looked around at the kids, probably about 2/3 of the Drama Club was present. She was missing a few key people she had seen on the website last night. Carly was one of them. Most of the kids from her drama classes were there. The freshman girl Cassie was missing and she didn’t see Garrett… but there were a lot of kids in the room already, maybe she was just missing them. There was a flurry of activity in the room, as a few students were still arriving, and the ones already in the room were mostly undressing. A few holdouts still had their clothes on and Jenna was starting to circulate as President of the Drama Club to coax the students out of their clothes. This was never a role she thought she would be in, but it had to happen. She, more than most, knew that this fundraiser was the only way to do a musical this year. She had already seen the early numbers, last night, the donations already topping over $7000. This fundraiser was going to work…and that meant every student here needed to get naked. Jacob started helping with the hold outs, much to Jenna’s relief and it seemed to be working. With less than 10 minutes to go, just one or two of the students were still dressed. Garrett and Carly had arrived. …and a new adult stepped in the room, a very severe looking woman whose face would never be convicted of looking like it experienced an ounce of joy. Mr. Elba clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Students…Students… This is the new Acting Principal Mrs. Ritaworth. I think she has something to say…” “You’re damn right I do.” She shouted to the Drama director. “Look, kids. This is the stupidest most asinine fundraiser I’ve ever seen. I’d have stopped it in a heartbeat if they’d let me. But the school board, like this school, is made up of a bunch of filthy perverts who are looking to debase and defile the lot of you. You seem to be willing to let that happen…so I say ‘Fuck it.’ You’re going to get touched, photographed, called names, and lord knows what else today. You have two people you can blame for anything that happens. Your parents and your teacher Mr. Elba. So…keep that in mind, my door is closed to you today. CLOSED. Don’t bring your whiney complaints to me. Capiche?” Jaws had dropped all over the room, even Mr. Elba was floored. There was an undercurrent of fear now… “I’ll take your silence as understanding. Get your fucking clothes off and get to your home rooms. The Tardy system will still be in place.” The acting principal barked and exited the room, slamming the door as she went. Jenna suddenly felt like a criminal in her own school. She hoped Mr. Elba’s words would make things better… but she’d lost fast in the man. She could hear tears from some of the students. All the confidence building she and Jacob had done was squashed. Even Sarah looked lost and confused. There was work to be done to get things back on track…and very little time in which to do that work. 23

The Courier by EC Chapter 5 - Victor Dukov's house Once Kim and her group had returned to her office, she began finalizing the details of Maria Elena's immediate future. The prisoner needed a place to sleep that night, she needed to begin Danubian language lessons as quickly as possible, and she needed to find work within three days. Cecilia dispatched the language problem first. There was a new group of US exchange students at the National University who were enrolled in intensive Danubian language training to prepare for attending classes alongside local university students. Among Cecilia's students there were two language groups: slow and advanced. The easiest and cheapest solution would be to have Maria Elena attend class along with in the slow group. The next problem was where Maria Elena would work. She had to take a job that kept her body as exposed as possible, preferably something outside. A quick question determined that she did not know how to ride a bicycle, which eliminated the option of her being a document courier. Another option, the record store where Kim used to work when she was a criminal herself, was not available either. At any other time Kim could have called the owner and started Maria Elena as a window washer, but the previous week she had sent over two clients and the store definitely did not need any more. Any other customer service job was out of the question until she could speak Danubian. Kim shrugged her shoulders: "We have another day to think about that one. Let's see what we're gonna do about where she's gonna sleep." It was getting late, so the only viable solution was for Cecilia to take Maria Elena home with her. She explained to the prisoner that she was living in the house of Victor Dukov, who was the brother of the country's Prime Minister, Vladim Dukov. Victor was a recent widower whose sons were grown and had moved out, so he had made his house available for Cecilia and her nephew. There also would be a spare room for Maria Elena, at least for a few nights, until Kim could arrange long-term housing. Cecilia called Victor explaining the situation and getting permission to bring Maria Elena to the house. Then she turned to the prisoner and wryly asked: "Well, right now you get to make your first decision as a criminal. Either you can come home with me, sleep in a comfortable bed, and have a decent meal; or you can be locked up in a holding cell and sleep there and wait until tomorrow morning to have something to eat. So what's your choice?" "I... I'll go with you... " "Good answer. Now, you understand that means you're going back outside?" Maria Elena nodded. Kim interjected: "Tell her to stop nodding. You know that criminals are not allowed to nod, they have to answer 'yes' and 'no' when spoken to by someone who's not a criminal. Tell her that." Cecilia translated, eliciting a very sad glance from the prisoner towards her Spokeswoman. The Dominican felt enormously sorry for her and was increasingly annoyed with Kim's unsympathetic behavior towards her client. However, she held her tongue, having learned never to challenge protocol in Danubia, especially from a public official. She knew that it didn't matter that Kim was her friend, because the Spokeswoman was a public official first; and a friend second. At that moment a naked, very well-built young man showed up at the office. Upon entering he fell to his knees and placed his forehead on the floor. "Good evening, Penitent Jason Schmidt. Please rise so you can fulfill your commitment to the Creator." Jason immediately stood up and kissed Cecilia. Noting the shocked expression on the prisoner's face, Cecilia introduced him with the following explanation: "This is my fiance, Jason. He's performing Public Penance for the Danubian Church, which is why he's collared. Jason's not a criminal, but he has to follow a lot of the same protocol." Maria Elena looked over Jason's attractive body. He was deeply tanned from having spent the last four years of his life never touching any clothing. He had a very lean and muscular figure from constantly running and working out. By far he was the most attractive man she had ever seen close up. She noticed his collar was different from hers; it was smooth and rounded, had no ring, and had a key-hole that allowed it to be unlocked. Jason's expression was shy, and right away Maria Elena could tell that Cecilia was the one who controlled their relationship. A quick glance sent an unspoken message to the prisoner: don't even think about trying anything with him; he's mine. Maria Elena was unnerved by how quickly her translator had picked up on her attraction to Jason, and how, without saying anything, she had issued a warning. ***** A few minutes later Cecilia, Jason, and Maria Elena exited the Central Police Station. Kim had issued some final instructions to Cecilia, telling her that she needed to have Maria Elena back in her office early the next morning. There was one final detail to take care of; the prisoner's hair. As best she could, Kim quickly tied her hair in loose braids, telling her that she would need to have her hair properly braided before returning the next day. It was up to Cecilia to make sure Maria Elena's hair was decent before she went out again. Cecilia clearly was the one in the lead as her two naked companions followed her onto a large plaza that was dominated on each side by an important building. Directly in front of the police station was the city's main courthouse, where Maria Elena would go on trial later that month. To the left was the Gothic cathedral she had passed earlier in the day. Opposite the cathedral was the National Parliament Building. The Courthouse and the National Parliament were attractive late 18th Century buildings; the Cathedral clearly was much older than that. The plaza itself was full of people walking to catch trolleys or sitting and conversing. Maria Elena still was horrified at having to be naked outside, but that feeling was starting to diminish. For the first time since her arrest, she was able to resist the temptation to cover herself. The fact that she was not the only naked person in her group helped her to accept her situation. The hot summer evening helped as well. She could tell that Cecilia was uncomfortable in her clothing, while Jason seemed perfectly relaxed and enjoying himself. They walked behind the cathedral and returned to the trolley stop. The first trolley that passed was an express returning to the airport. Maria Elena looked longingly as a few travelers got on with suitcases, presumably to fly out of the country. That trolley departed, only to be followed by another trolley going directly north towards the National University. Cecilia and Jason got on, followed my Maria Elena. Cecilia handed a coin to the fare-taker, but Jason and Maria Elena, because they were collared, did not have to pay anything. However, that also meant that Cecilia could take a seat, while Jason had to remain standing. Maria Elena, exhausted and still somewhat sick from her earlier ordeal, was looking forward to sitting down. The moment she approached an empty seat Cecilia admonished her: "Stand up! You can't sit!" "What?" "You're collared! You're not allowed to sit on public transportation. You have to remain standing so people can see you. Don't you see Jason? He's not sitting either." Maria Elena felt true despair as she took her place standing next to Cecilia's naked fiance. The trolley was about half-full, and it seemed everyone was staring at her. Part of the reason was that both she and Jason had attractive bodies that were pleasant to look at, but also the other passengers had overheard the two women conversing in Spanish, a language completely unknown in that part of Europe. The trolley passed through an opening in the Old City Wall and into a neighborhood with elegant 19th Century architecture. A few stops later it entered a residential district of solidly-built 2-story houses along a pleasant tree-lined street. Cecilia put out her hand to allow Jason to help her stand up. Once she was standing, she gave him a quick slap on the bottom. Immediately he got out of the trolley and again offered his hand to assist her as she exited. To Maria Elena that scene was totally bizarre, because never had she seen a man appear to be so thoroughly under the control of a woman. The trio walked along a very narrow street before arriving at a 2-story brick house. By Danubian standards the house was very nice, but it was not any larger than a typical upper-middle class home in Colombia. There were two large trees in front, several large windows, a solid wooden door, and another door on the side that led directly into the kitchen. The back yard had a wall around it, as was true for most houses in Danubikt Moskt. Unlike most Colombian houses, however, the wall was not topped with barbed wire and there were no bars on the windows. Maria Elena noticed another significant difference. Not a single house on the street had a garage, none of the houses even had a driveway, and not a single car was parked anywhere in sight. The neighborhood, because of the absence of vehicles, was incredibly quiet. When Cecilia knocked, a middle-aged man with a unpleasant expression opened the front door. Jason immediate went to his knees and touched his forehead to the ground. Maria Elena correctly assumed that she needed to follow Jason's lead and sank to her knees as well. The man ordered Jason to stand up in Danubian and shook his hand. The young man turned to Cecilia and kissed her goodbye. It was clear that he wanted to take her in his arms, but it was equally clear that under the staring eyes of her host father he was not about to take such a risk. Instead he departed, his uncovered body standing out among the green trees and the brick houses as he walked away in the late summer dusk. Cecilia explained that Jason lived with a different family, in the house of a retired Spokesman called Alexi Havlakt, who was an advisor and personal friend of the Prime Minister. It turned out the only reason Cecilia's fiance had accompanied the two women was to escort her back to her residence. "You'll see that we're all connected here. I live with the Prime Minister's brother, Jason's living with the Prime Minister's best friend, Criminal # 98946 is married to the Prime Minister's son, and Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna used to live with Prime Minister Dukov." Maria Elena thought that detail was very strange; why should these North Americans be living with such important people? She wanted to press Cecilia for an answer, but held her tongue, assuming she would find out soon enough. Cecilia told her companion to kneel upright so she could properly introduce her to Victor Dukov. The man gave his kneeling guest a quick nod of acknowledgement, listened to Cecilia's explanation of her situation, and gave her another quick nod. He spoke in Danubian, as Cecilia translated. "Victor is granting you permission to enter his house and sit at his table. You need to thank him by saying 'Spakeebo dek'. "Spakeebo dek." Victor nodded yet again and let out a quick whistle. Cecilia explained that was his signal that he had accepted her as a guest and that she was to enter his house. "People communicate a lot in this country, not just with words, but also with whistles and hisses. A quick high-pitched whistle means 'come along with me'. A long low-pitched whistle means the person disapproves of you or something you've done. A hiss is much stronger than that, almost an insult. There's a lot more, but those are what you'll need to know to get you started." Maria Elena got up and followed Victor and Cecilia into the house. Cecilia offered her the use of a bathroom, which she desperately needed, followed by a summons to have dinner. Seated at the table along with the elder Dukov was a married son and his very pregnant wife, Cecilia, and a seven-year-old boy she introduced as her nephew Pedro. Maria Elena expected Pedro to speak Spanish, but unlike his aunt, the only languages he knew were Danubian and English. Cecilia barely had time to eat because she was translating questions and comments for four other people, plus trying to listen to her nephew's chatter about the day he had spent with some friends. By the time dinner was finished Maria Elena knew considerably more about both her host and about Danubia in general. Victor Dukov was the owner of a successful business communications company that offered services ranging from bicycle couriers, overnight package delivery, fax machine sales and servicing, and various Internet services. He employed 25 bicycle couriers, owned two stores, and operated an Internet cafe. His couriers were criminals that always started out riding bicycles and then, upon finishing their sentences, had the option of working in one of the stores. He openly admitted that having his brother as Prime Minister had helped his business tremendously because his employees spent most of their time moving documents between the government's various ministries. Victor talked about his earlier life when he had only five couriers and that Kimberly Lee had worked for him. It was clear that he was very fond of her, remembering her as one of his best employees. He reflected that in a way she still continued to work for him, because all of his current workers were clients that the Spokeswoman had recommended. "I don't have to advertise for employees at all. Kim's the one who picks them out and interviews them. Having her assistance is like having a hiring agent working for me for free." Maria Elena clearly was worn out by the time dinner was finished. Now that her stomach was full, she was nodding off, in spite of her efforts to show courtesy by paying attention to her hosts' conversation and Cecilia's translations. The Dominican came to her aid by excusing herself and requesting permission to take Maria Elena upstairs. Once again she had to kneel and repeat "Spakeebo dek", but then she was released. Cecilia ordered the prisoner to take a bath and brush her teeth before she could sleep, emphasizing that Danubians were fastidious about cleanliness. She also ordered Maria Elena to wash and thoroughly comb her hair, because the next morning it would have to be braided. While the Colombian was in the bathroom, Cecilia stripped off the covers from the bed that she would be using, because even in her bed she would not be permitted to cover her body. Fortunately the evening was warm, so hopefully she would be able to adjust to sleeping naked with no covers. Once Maria Elena was out of the bathroom, Cecilia approached her with a thin dry dishcloth. "Pass this under your collar after you're cleaned up. The skin under your collar will chafe if you leave your neck wet, and I can tell you that's not something you want." Once the prisoner dried her neck, Cecilia showed her the bed and explained that she couldn't cover herself, even while sleeping. Then she looked hard at her companion. "Maria Elena, I have a question. I need to know if I can trust you." "Trust me?" "To not try to escape once we're all asleep. I want you to understand that Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna has taken a personal risk in delaying your trial and not locking you up. She's placing trust in you. I'm placing trust in you. Victor Dukov is placing trust in you. We all understand that you're scared. I'm not gonna try to convince you that everything will be OK, because your life as a criminal is not gonna be easy. But you have to understand that we're doing what we can to make it bearable." Maria Elena said nothing. She was accustomed to being told that everything would be fine, that she had nothing to worry about. She was accustomed to being constantly lied to, to listening to pleasant words that had no meaning, mixed with threats that were very real indeed. Cecilia's blunt statement came as a surprise to her, because she had been expecting to be told, once again, that everything would be fine and not to worry. She didn't know how to respond, because she was indeed pondering if there was any way she could get out of the house, find some clothes, get her collar off, and try to escape. She couldn't bring herself to deny that was what she was thinking. Had Cecilia told her that everything was going to be fine and not to worry; Maria Elena could have lied and attempted to escape with no regrets. It was obvious, however, that Cecilia cared enough about her to tell the truth about what the future held for her. There was no mystery, no surprises... she knew what she faced as a criminal in Danubia. Almost without realizing what she was doing, she confessed: "I was thinking... about trying to escape. I... I'm sorry... " "That's what I suspected. Of course, you do understand that there's no way you could get away? That collar has a transmitter on it. The moment we noticed you were missing we'd call the police and they'd locate you. Even if you got the collar off, where would you go? What would you do? You wouldn't exactly blend in. You don't have any money. People would notice your hair. You couldn't talk to anyone. There's no Colombian embassy here. Your passport's gone. You try to run, and the only thing you'd do would be add to the number of switchings you'd get in your sentence. More switchings... that's the only thing running's gonna get you. More switchings." Before Maria Elena could think of a response, Cecilia changed the subject: "There's something else that I want you to think about. For your plane trip, you were supposed to get 1,000 Euros and a visa, correct? "Yes." "For one kilo?" "Yes." "From what I know, 1,000 Euros and an EU work visa seems an awful lot for moving one kilo. Are you totally sure you would have gotten that? I mean, did you... ever talk to anyone else who flew a kilo to Germany? Did you even know those guys, I mean... before you went to Panama City?" Maria Elena paused, realizing that no, she had never talked to anyone who had worked for Alex. "No. I didn't know them... " "And you weren't flying with anyone else? No partners?" "No, I was alone." "That's not normal, Maria Elena. Usually they fly couriers in groups, or at least pairs." "People do it all the time. I've heard of plenty of people going by themselves." "Yes, but in your case, to me it seems something wasn't right. I don't know... maybe Alex is a really great guy and he was trying to do you a favor, but I doubt it. If I had been you, I would have checked things out a bit more carefully before getting mixed up with him." "There wasn't any time. Everything was so rushed... " "What you mean was that he didn't give you any time. Time to think... time to have some doubts... you're right about that... no time, but you need to ask yourself why." Maria Elena was silent, not sure how to answer her companion's skepticism. Cecilia waved her hand to get the prisoner's attention: "So, can I trust you or not?" "Yes, you can trust me. I promise I won't try to run away." "In this country, people never promise. They simply say what they're gonna do." ***** A few minutes later Maria Elena was soundly asleep on her bed. She was lying on her stomach and gripping her pillow, which was the only item besides herself that was on the bed. Until she lay down, she had not realized how tired she was after not having slept over the last 72 hours. The previous night, of course, had been spent awake in that school. However, she had not slept the night before either, because she lay awake restless in Panama City, both terrified of what she was about to do and eager to start her new life in Europe. She was beyond exhausted; too tired to even care that she was forced to lie naked on top of a sheet. Cecilia told Pedro to get in bed before going downstairs to briefly talk to Victor. Then she went to her room and got on the Internet to deal with correspondence and e-mails that had built up over the day. Unlike Maria Elena, it would be several hours before she could go to sleep, because after answering her e-mails she had to work on progress reports for her students. ***** Victor Dukov watched Cecilia as she climbed the stairs to return to her room. He reflected that it had been four years since she and her nephew had first come to his house. She had come to live with him and his wife after having fled the United States with her boyfriend Jason. A very strange couple indeed, but it was because of them that his brother was still Prime Minister and Danubia still had an independent government. The entire country owed them a tremendous debt, so to allow her to stay in his house all that time, even if a rambunctious small boy was part of the deal, was nothing to him. Four years... how much everything in his life had changed in just four years. Four years ago his youngest son was still living at home and his wife was still alive. They were both gone: the son working at a new customs inspection station at the southern border, and his wife was in the Realm of the Afterlife. Victor took off his clothes and put on a black prayer robe. He then returned to his living room, knelt in front of a black-framed portrait of his wife, and began praying. He had lost her, and fully understood that her death was due to his own negligence. Victor's wife had been the one person in his life who was patient enough to withstand his ill temper. She understood that he was not good at expressing himself, which frustrated him and made him seem much meaner than he really was. She gave him a family and sense of purpose, wearing herself out raising three sons as well as helping him with his business venture. She always supported him, even when it seemed his courier service was not going to succeed. For years she was indispensable, spending long hours making sure his bookkeeping was in order so he could attend to his employees and their assignments. Without her, his sons would not have grown up to be responsible adults and the business would not have survived. He fully understood that. Yes, Victor's business had expanded tremendously over the past several years, but that expansion came at a huge personal cost. His wife started having strange pains in her body, but she chose to ignore them. She had felt nauseous and faint, but she pressed on. Towards the end Victor knew that she didn't look very good, but he dismissed the thought that anything could be seriously wrong. He figured that he would take her on vacation and with some rest she'd feel better. The vacation was supposed to be during the summer, but in April she finally went to see a doctor. At the appointment the Dukovs found out what was really going on; that she had advanced cancer and that it had spread throughout her body. There wasn't anything that could be done, because she was way beyond the point that treatment could have done her any good. By June she was dead. It was August now, and Victor still had not come to terms with what had happened. If only he and his wife had taken better care of their bodies, seen their doctors on a regular basis, it was for sure the cancer would have been detected in time for something to be done about it. It really had been up to him to watch out for her, because she was too busy with his needs to think about her own. ***** Victor finished his prayers and rose to his feet. For a very long time he stared at his wife's picture, unsure what to do next. He knew that eventually he would have to go to bed and face another day. He now had a total of 63 employees: couriers, clerks, salespersons, accountants, and supervisors. Those people depended on him. Cecilia and her nephew depended on him. Even his brother, the Prime Minister, depended on him. He had a grandchild that would be born within a month, so dwelling too much in guilt would do him no good. He felt responsible for what had happened to his partner in life, but now he also was responsible for the futures of so many others. How to balance all that... what should have been with what would be in the future? Really... how? Victor walked upstairs and passed the door to the room where the Colombian girl was sleeping. The door had been left open, because as a criminal she had to sleep uncovered in an open room. The light from the hallway illuminated her attractive figure. He stood in the doorway contemplating his new guest, wondering how long she'd be at his house. He vaguely suspected it would be more than "just the few days" that Kim had told him. The truth was that, until she could learn some Danubian, she would have to stick close to Cecilia and living with her was the only realistic option. He then realized that if the Colombian stayed longer than a few days, he really didn't mind. For some reason he found her interesting and was not in any hurry to get rid of her. Strange... he was completely unable to communicate with that girl, and yet she fascinated him... ***** A few hours later Maria Elena woke up. At first she was totally confused. The room was unfamiliar, she was naked on an uncovered bed, and she had a metal collar around her neck. Most disconcerting was the total silence. She sat up and covered herself with her hands, trying to figure out what had happened. Surly this must be some weird dream... She touched the collar and looked around the room. Then she felt the bruises in her bottom and the welts on her thighs. Those hurt for real... no dream. At that point the memories of the previous day started coming back and she realized where she was. No dream... she was in a stranger's house, in a totally foreign city, where it seemed there was only one other person who spoke Spanish. She touched the collar again and put her finger through the metal loop. No escape... there was no escape. She could go downstairs and even step out the front door if she wanted, but because that collar had a transmitter on it, there was no escape. No escape. It was not only because of her collar there was no escape, it also was because she had nowhere to run. Really... no where to go. Without money and a visa there was no point in trying to go to Spain. Most certainly she did not want to be deported back to Colombia. Many of her friends had wanted to go to the United States, but for some reason she had no desire to go there, nor did she want to go anywhere else in Latin America. Her earlier thoughts of running now seemed silly, because even without her collar, she was trapped. Maria Elena slipped downstairs and decided that she did indeed want to step outside. However, she propped open the front door to make sure she could get back in. The pre-dawn darkness was incredibly peaceful, because there were no sounds of traffic to disturb the quiet. No one was moving about; she was totally alone on the solitary street. There was a slight rustling of leaves in the night breeze, but that was it. The cool air seemed to caress her bare body. For the first time since her arrest, she actually was enjoying the sensation of being naked outside. She reflected that it only had been 18 hours since she had been arrested, and yet so much had changed in that short time. She wondered what happened in Frankfurt when Flight 2298 finally arrived, and El Flaco stood by, waiting for a call from her cell phone that never came. Maria Elena guessed that he probably called Alex to confirm that a courier was indeed supposed to be on that flight. They would have spent the rest of the morning figuring out that the flight had been diverted to Danubia, that Maria Elena traveled as far as Danubikt Moskt, but that she never made it back on the plane. The only question remaining would have been to determine whether she had been arrested by the Danubians or whether she had decided to not re-board the plane on her own, in hope of stealing the cocaine she was carrying and trying to sell it herself. As for the boyfriend who had been responsible for her getting into drug trafficking in the first place, Maria Elena was realistic. Undoubtedly already he was working on some other idiotic na�ve girl, using his fancy car and expert Salsa dancing to seduce someone equally as stupid as herself. It was likely that he already had totally forgotten about her. There was one change that she could be happy about. She realized that her Spokeswoman probably was right when she asserted that in Danubia, Maria Elena was totally safe from Alex and El Flaco. She would not have been so safe from them had she gone to Spain... and... Suddenly Cecilia's words of doubt entered her mind... 1,000 Euros... that was indeed a lot of money. Was it possible that El Flaco really had no intention of actually giving it to her? What if Cecilia was right? El Flaco didn't know her, so what would have prevented him from murdering her and keeping the 1,000 Euros for himself? Now that she had some time to reflect, that frightening possibility loomed in her imagination. Another scenario forced itself into her thoughts. Germany... why did they have her fly to Germany? Wouldn't Spain have been more logical? Maria Elena didn't speak any German; so in that country she would have been totally helpless... especially if they took her passport. Maybe that was what they wanted? Yes... she had heard stories about women from all over the world traveling illegally to various Western countries and ending up... Maria Elena tried to catch her breath. She thought about Cecilia's questions, and started remembering various details in Panama City, small things that should have alerted her that she was placing herself in very grave danger. She chose to ignore those warnings, because she was so blinded by her dream of going to Spain. She realized, she now knew, that there was no chance that El Flaco simply would have paid her off and allowed her to leave Germany. No, he had something much more sinister in mind for her. A terrifying thought: had she not been arrested, had she continued on to Germany, would she even still be alive right now? ***** Trembling with fear and badly shaken, she went back inside, closing the door behind her. She went to the bathroom and managed to calm her nerves. To distract her mind from her frightening situation, she stopped in the hallway and studied herself in a full-length mirror. She realized that her figure was attractive. That came as a surprise to her, because she never really had looked at herself naked in a full length mirror before. She still had tan-lines from the swimsuit that she normally wore in Colombia, but she knew those would be gone within a few days; one more detail from her previous life that was destined to disappear. Maria Elena returned to her bed and fell back asleep. She had only been up an hour, but during that short time she clearly understood that she needed to accept what had happened. The only future for her would be a future in Danubia, because for her there were no alternatives. The Path of her Life... as the people around her kept saying... Chapter 6 - Nothing to be proud of Cecilia was awake as soon as it started to get light outside. She started breakfast for the household, roused her nephew to force him to get ready for school, and finally laid out a pressed shirt and suit for Victor Dukov. Up until late April, most of those tasks had been handled by Mrs. Dukov. Cecilia took over the household responsibilities shortly after the cancer diagnosis and had been in complete charge of the house since May. As Cecilia pulled a stack of dishes out of the cupboard and started distributing them around the dining room table, it suddenly occurred to her that Maria Elena, if she remained in Victor's house, could take over most of the housework. The idea made sense, because it would automatically give the Colombian a place to live and right away make her a useful member of the household. More importantly, having Maria Elena take over the chores would free Cecilia to concentrate on her own responsibilities at the university. She felt that she owed it to the Dukovs to help out when Mrs. Dukov became sick, but she had no intention of taking care of the house more than a few weeks. Four months had gone by and there was no sign that Victor was ready to assume any of the household responsibilities, or any sign that anyone else was about to come in and relieve Cecilia. Now, possibly, she had stumbled across a solution to her problem. Cecilia woke up Maria Elena and ordered her to join her in the kitchen. She continued to cook, but told the Colombian to start taking food to the dining room and to clean the pans. That freed up Cecilia to push her nephew to get ready for school and to check his homework. She then checked on Victor, who was close to being ready to go downstairs. Ordinarily Cecilia would have started making his bed, but she realized that she could have Maria Elena do that. Yes, she thought to herself, Prisoner # 101025 is gonna earn her keep from day one. Once the table was set, the Colombian stood quietly, not sure whether to sit down or not. Cecilia made sure that Victor, as the head of the household, was properly seated before Pedro could sit down. Then she addressed Maria Elena: "Kneel. Once Victor gives you permission to join us, you'll need to thank him and you can take a seat." Once Maria Elena and Cecilia sat down and started eating, Cecilia explained: "You'll have to kneel before each meal, 'cause you're a criminal. It's not just you; Jason has to do the same thing when he comes over. It's not so bad, because Victor is at least letting you sit at his table, which is a favor in this country. In a lot of households criminals have to eat in the kitchen because of the shame they've brought upon everyone else. There's a lot of parents who won't even allow their kid to sit on any of their furniture if he's collared. He has to eat standing up and kneel if he's talking to anyone. Victor won't make you do that unless he's pissed at you." Cecilia briefly talked to Victor in Danubian to present her idea of having the detainee permanently stay at the house in exchange for helping out with the chores. He was much more receptive to the proposal than Cecilia had anticipated, which meant that the only person she still had to convince was Kim. If the Spokeswoman agreed, then Cecilia would simply tell Maria Elena about the arrangement and she would be expected to comply. However, as she considered the prisoner's situation, she decided that she did at least owe her an explanation. She asked Victor to take Pedro to the school bus stop while she and the prisoner would remain behind to clean up from breakfast. Once the kitchen was clean, she ordered Maria Elena to sit down in the living room so she could braid her hair. Since properly braiding her companion's hair would take about 30 minutes, Cecilia used that opportunity to explain the plan of having her live with Victor Dukov permanently. "There's a couple of things I'm worried about. First of all, I've got my classes, my fiance, my nephew, and 60 exchange students to deal with, and I'm not doing any of that very well because I'm having to take care of Victor. I owe him a lot, but I also have my other responsibilities and I need some help. Also, because of your language problem, you'd have to stay here for a couple of months anyway, so I figure we can make that permanent from the outset. That way you won't have to worry about where you're gonna live, because that'll be taken care of. So, we've got a solution to several problems. Does that make sense?" "Yes, Cecilia." "Now, you're not here to relax. You're here to help me and Victor, and you're here to do what I tell you. Eventually you'll know what needs to be done, and I'll expect you to do it automatically. Victor's OK with the idea, so the only person I need to talk to is your Spokeswoman. I don't know if she has any other ideas about where you should live, but if I have my way, you're staying here." With that Cecilia told Maria Elena to stand up and look at herself in the mirror. The prisoner looked very different with her hair tightly braided. She did not like her appearance at all. Cecilia picked up on her disapproving expression: "You're in Danubia. This is the way women keep their hair. A lot of those strange looks you got yesterday had nothing to do with the fact that you were naked or collared, it was because of your hair. Women just don't have loose hair in this country. That's something that actually they've gotten stricter about over the last couple of years, I think because they don't like the foreign tourists coming in with their hair flying all around." Cecilia grabbed two large sacks of books and student papers to take to the university. She handed the heavier one to Maria Elena and the two women exited the house. They walked several blocks along tree-lined streets before entering the main campus of the National University. Because classes had not yet started, the university was largely empty, with the exception of grounds-keepers and several groups of students who were exercising. The prisoner was shocked to see that the majority of the people on campus were naked. Cecilia explained that exercise was normally done in the nude, since swimwear and most athletic clothing were prohibited by law. The students who were running wore shoes and nothing else. As for the grounds-keepers, most of the older employees were dressed wearing nothing but knee-pads, aprons, and wide-brim hats, while several collared criminals working under their direction were as naked as Maria Elena. This was one weird country: they made such a big deal about braided hair, but no one cared about public nudity. Cecilia noticed the gardeners and commented: "This might not be a bad job for you, working in the garden at the university. It's right next to where you live, it would fulfill the work requirements of you being out in the open, and wouldn't require much language. I don't think your Spokeswoman thought about grounds-keeping as an option. I'll suggest it when we see her." Maria Elena said nothing, but inwardly cringed. Digging in the dirt with her hands? Certainly that was beneath her; she wasn't a peasant, after-all. Cecilia led her companion to the exchange program office to drop off the books. She then told Maria Elena to follow her to a professor's office to introduce her and request that she be added to the exchange program's Danubian language training group. Cecilia ordered the prisoner to kneel during the introduction, but then told her to stand up. The professor and the program coordinator talked briefly before she turned to Maria Elena: "OK, you're in luck. The professor's gonna add you to the program. To make sure you're not totally lost in class this afternoon, right now he's gonna give you the basics of Danubian and teach you the alphabet. I need to meet with some of my students anyway, so I'll just leave you here." For the next two hours Maria Elena received an intense class in Danubian language training. The professor grilled her on the alphabet and taught her some fundamental phrases and questions that she needed to know for simple survival. She learned numbers and how to say her legal name in Danubian, she learned how to ask for permission for basic needs such as going to the bathroom, and she learned greetings appropriate for a criminal. Finally the instructor gave her a study guide from the class and ordered her to review it until Cecilia returned. Twenty-four hours had passed since Maria Elena had been arrested, but already her new life was beginning to take shape. She had a place to live, she knew what her legal situation would be, and she had learned a few words and phrases needed to exist in the country that held her captive. She understood that there would be no transition for her. She already was considered a criminal and as such, had her established place in Danubian society. No one considered her as Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres, the Colombian detainee. To the Danubians she was Prisoner # 101025, property of the Danubian Republic. The people around her would assist her as much as they could, but only to help her understand and assume her duties as a criminal. No one was interested in helping her regain her freedom or return to her old life. ***** Three hours after she departed, Cecilia Sanchez returned to pick up her prisoner and escort her downtown to the Central Police Station. Cecilia explained that within a few days Maria Elena would be expected to make the trip by herself, pointing out which trolley routes she needed to know to travel downtown and to return to the university: "Downtown's pretty hard to miss. It's got a huge wall around it and if you get lost; just look for the cathedral." Maria Elena noticed that with her hair properly braided, she did indeed draw less attention than she did the previous day. Of course, most of the men at least noticed her, but their glances were not much more than she got in Pereira when she wore her favorite mini-skirt. On interesting difference was that the men who looked at her were much better behaved than many of the younger men in her home country. There were no remarks, whistles, or cat-calls, because the Danubians considered such behavior dishonorable. The men were free to look, but whatever thoughts they had about the naked prisoner they kept to themselves. When Cecilia escorted Maria Elena to Kim's office, Criminal # 98946 was waiting in the reception area to let them in. The Spokeswoman invited her assistant and her two guests to have tea with her in the back office. Cecilia reminded Maria Elena that it ultimately was Kim who was her mentor and it was with Kim that she would have to work out the details of her future life as a criminal. Cecilia conversed with the Spokeswoman in English, explaining her idea of having Maria Elena stay with Victor Dukov permanently and possibly request work at the university as a groundskeeper. Kim seemed satisfied that her prisoner already had received her first class in Danubian. She asked what Maria Elena thought of Victor. When Maria Elena answered honestly that she wasn't sure what she thought of him, Kim responded: "Did you know that I used to work for him?" "Yes, Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna, he told me last night. He also said that you were one of his favorite employees." Kim turned her head slightly. She tapped her neck and glanced at Cecilia, who shook her head. "Did you know that when I worked for him, I was a criminal?" When Maria Elena heard the translation, she wasn't sure she had understood correctly. Spokeswoman Kimberly Lee-Dolkivna... a criminal? The Spokeswoman called her attention to a tapestry hanging on the wall behind her desk. She took it down, revealing several objects from her own past. There was a brightly-colored t-shirt with a marijuana leaf on the front, a criminal's collar with a broken latch, and a small picture of herself with the following inscription: "Zek nom. 98945 - Kimberly Lee - USA" Maria Elena studied the mug-shot. The image must have been taken about seven years before, when Kimberly Lee was only 18 years old. Her hair was very short and her expression reflected pure terror and bewilderment, a total contrast with how she currently looked, sitting confidently at her desk. "For two years, my name was Criminal # 98945. I served a two-year sentence for smoking marijuana behind the Temple of the Ancients. For two years I wore this collar you see hanging on my wall and I wore nothing else. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "I... y... yes... Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna... I understand... " I am telling you this, because I want you to understand that I had to endure some of what you will have to endure. You have no right to assume that I really don't know what you are going through, because I was there myself. Seven years ago, I sat in that same chair where you're sitting, the very same chair. Just like you, I sat naked on a towel, because as a prisoner I was forbidden to wear clothing. And just like you, I went on trial and was punished. I know how you feel right now, because everything you are feeling I felt myself. Do you understand me?" After listening to Cecilia's translation, Maria Elena managed to respond: "Doc-doc, Advodkatna Lee-Dolkivna." "When I told you yesterday that the Path of my Life was to serve as your custodian and your mentor, I actually meant that. I have a Path in Life, which was laid out by the Creator before I ever set foot in Danubia. That is why I was arrested and that is why I served a two-year sentence. You will understand that you too, have a Path in Life, a path that brought us together." Maria Elena face was blank, because she had no clue how she should respond. The Spokeswoman continued: "I am telling you this, because I don't want you to assume your life has ended just because you were arrested. It hasn't. Your life has changed, but it hasn't ended. Nor has your life been suspended. You will lead your life day by day, and your duty to the Creator, to everyone around you, and to yourself, is to make the best out of it. And those words are not mine. They were from my own Spokesman, something he told me the second day of my sentence." Maria Elena was silent. Finally she was able to respond with a question: "So... Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna... I was wondering... what's gonna happen to me? My life... the one you're talking about... what is my life gonna be like?" "You're screwed legally, and I'm telling you that up front. You'll probably be wearing a collar for 55 years, like the arraignment committee told you. So, you'll live out the rest of your life just like you are now. No clothes, no makeup, no jewelry. No drinking, no drugs. Your purpose will be to serve society and those around you. You will lead a demanding life, but you will also always understand what is expected of you. No one will lie to you, and you won't lie either, because you won't have any reason to lie. At some point you'll come to terms with what happened, and when you do, you'll learn to speak Danubian, make new friends, and probably fall in love with someone. Then the years will go by and you'll get older, just like everyone else. That will be the Path of your Life, as they say here." "The Path of my Life... " "The Path of your Life... you will understand... just like Criminal # 98946... just like me... just like all of my other clients." Maria Elena's thoughts returned to her conversation with Cecilia, and the possibility that she might have been double-crossed and murdered had she completed her trip to Germany. Her mind was full of doubt... was she extraordinarily lucky, or unlucky? What really awaited her in Frankfurt... la plata or el plomo? ***** The Spokeswoman did not give her client much time to reflect, because there still were several issues that she needed to resolve, the most important of which was making sure she was gainfully employed. Cecilia immediately brought up the idea of having Maria Elena work as a gardener at the university. "Yes, that's better than anything I was able to think of. The best thing would've been for her to work for Victor, but since she can't ride a bicycle, I guess the university is her best option. I'll call over there and see if they need anyone." Kim picked up the phone while Cecilia told Maria Elena what had been decided. It was obvious that she was not at all happy with the prospect of being a gardener. Cecilia responded: "What's wrong with being a gardener?" Maria Elena couldn't express what she was thinking, but what bothered her was the idea of ruining her hands. Even two days after being arrested, her manicured fingernails were intact, the final link to a former life that allowed her to worry about her appearance. At any other time in her life she would have dreaded getting her hands dirty, but in Danubia that fear was even stronger, because it was her last shred of personal vanity, one that she had hoped to preserve. "Please... can't it be anything else?" "Yes, it can. You can change jobs after you learn to speak Danubian. But right now you can't communicate, which limits what you can do. If you don't like gardening, then that'll be an incentive to do well in language class." Maria Elena paused, desperately trying to think of an argument that would get her out of the gardening job. Meanwhile, Kim put her hand over the phone's receiver and asked Cecilia in English: "What's the language class schedule for your students?" "13:00 to 16:00, Monday through Saturday. In the mornings they go out on city tours." "What about P.E.? "16:30 to 17:30." "Do they want her to participate in that?" "Yes, to be in the language program, she's gonna have to participate." "OK, then I'll have her work from 9:00 to 12:00. I'll have to petition the Ministry to get it approved, because that's a reduced schedule. I want her to learn Danubian and, for the moment, that takes priority over working. Also, you can tell her that if she's getting a reduced work schedule, she'd better bust her ass at night for you and Victor. You tell her I'm doing her a favor." Cecilia translated, adding that she wanted Maria Elena to thank her Spokeswoman. The prisoner did not look happy at all. Cecilia became irritated: "What's your problem? That's a huge break for you! You're only gonna have to work three hours a day! I wish I could work just three hours a day! Now, you get on your knees and you thank her!" Reluctantly the Maria Elena did as she was told, repeating a phrase she had learned that morning: "Spakeebo dek mene." Once the prisoner was on her knees with her hands resting on her thighs, Cecilia realized why she was so reluctant. She had beautifully manicured fingernails. Obviously that would change the moment Maria Elena's hands went into the dirt. Well, that was just too bad, because Danubian women (even ones that held professional jobs) didn't let their fingernails grow out or wear nail polish. One more thing for her to get adjusted to... Criminal # 98946 stuck her head in the door to let Kim know that the police had just brought in a new detainee. It was obvious her time with Prisoner # 101025 had ended, because now she had to deal with her newest client. As the women exited the back office, they saw a cop standing over a very depressed young man. He was completely naked and was kneeling with his hands cuffed behind his back. Unlike Maria Elena, whose detention had not really been normal, the young man had been photographed and assigned a criminal number right after being arrested. After exchanging salutes with Kim, the cop handed over the client's paperwork and introduced him as Prisoner # 101048. Cecilia commented in Spanish: "We need to go. Kneel and say good-bye." Once they had exited the Central Police Station, Cecilia addressed Maria Elena's fingernail problem, explaining that painted fingernails were similar to unbraided hair in Danubia; something foreign and not considered appropriate. "... in a way it makes sense because, look at yourself, for example. Here you have this really great work schedule and all you can think about is ruining your nails. Don't think I can't sympathize with you because I do. You take a look at my pictures before I came here, and you'll see I liked bright red lipstick and bright red nail polish... and they always had to match. I was thinking about that all the time... but once I came here I had to give it up." Cecilia glanced at Maria Elena's hands: "You got 'em done in Panama?" "Yes, sort of a last treat before my trip." "Well, enjoy them for now, because when we get home tonight you'll have to cut 'em short. It's not because you'll be digging tomorrow, you'd have to do it anyway. No matter where you'd work, you'd have to cut your nails." ***** Thirty minutes later Maria Elena was sitting in a class with 15 exchange program students. Most of them were from the United States, although there were two Canadians and a guy from Ireland among them. After being able to forget about being naked in public for several hours, in the classroom she felt very intimidated because she was the only nude person in the group. She noticed the guys constantly looking at her, but as best she could, tried to ignore them. The professor came to her aid by watching for anyone paying more attention to the naked Colombian than to his class and calling on that person. Time after time he tripped up inattentive classmates, until finally they were able to focus on the fact that they needed to concentrate on Danubian vocabulary and not on Maria Elena's body. The professor avoided calling on Maria Elena the first day, but she knew that he'd expect her to participate after the newness of her situation wore off. ***** After class the students immediately headed to the gym, while Maria Elena stayed behind to wait for her translator. When she showed up at the door, the prisoner was shocked, because Cecilia was completely naked except for a pair of running shoes. In her hands was another pair of shoes. It turned out the extra pair of shoes were Maria Elena's, borrowed from her seized clothing. "Exercise time. I need to go out with my group, and you're coming with us. Put these on." They left the language faculty building to join a group of about 30 women, all of whom were completely naked except for running shoes. A group of naked young men had gathered about 100 meters away and already were standing in formation. Maria Elena recognized them as the male participants of Cecilia's exchange program. In both high school and at the university, men and women always exercised in separate groups, to prevent them from being distracted by members of the opposite sex. The women were all from Cecilia's exchange program. Four larger-breasted women who had obtained medical waivers carried folded sports bras in their hands. However, they would only be allowed to put on the bras when the group was ready to start running. During the stretching exercises and immediately after the run they would have to take them off. A female Danubian fitness instructor, who was equally naked, was in charge of the class. She picked up a leather switch and snapped at the group in Danubian. The women quickly lined up and spaced themselves for stretching. The instructor used the implement to point at a couple of students who had not positioned themselves properly within the group. Very quickly they complied with her commands. As scary as the scene might have been for someone who had never seen a fitness class at the National University, it was obvious that Cecilia and her students were used to what they were doing. Fitness was a serious matter for all students and participants in the foreign exchange program were no exception. The students had been informed about fitness classes during orientation and had to sign waivers upon entering the program. The instructor kept a sharp eye on everyone in the group, and a quick swipe of the switch across the bottom or thighs was the penalty for anyone not putting full effort into her exercising. Nearly everyone in the class, Cecilia included, had taken a stroke or two at some point. Maria Elena was included in the fitness group because she would be attending language classes along with the US students. As long as she was studying Danubian with the exchange program, she would have to exercise with the North Americans. Cecilia explained that the newcomer would be expected to stretch with the group on the first day and perform some of the more basic exercises, but for the moment was excused from running. Within a few days she would be expected to run with the others, once she was completely recovered from her experience at the airport. An hour later Maria Elena joined 30 very exhausted women in the shower. The women chatted in English, but there was one student from Miami who spoke some Spanish and was able to communicate with her. She commented that a couple of the guys in the group also spoke Spanish, one of them fluently. That was heartening news for the prisoner, the hope that she might be able to converse with someone besides the bossy Dominican. ***** Upon leaving the shower room, Cecilia told Maria Elena to pick up her study materials and follow her back to Victor Dukov's house. They were joined by Cecilia's fiance, who would be accompanying the two women back home. Later Maria Elena would learn that anytime Cecilia traveled around Danubikt Moskt, she liked having Jason go with her, even if she was wasting his time. It was not because Cecilia perceived any danger in the Danubian capitol, or because she wanted to show him off. Instead, she suffered from real anxiety if she was separated from him for more than a few hours. Maria Elena later calculated that Cecilia could spend up to six hours without Jason in her sight: anything more than that made her nervous and depressed. She didn't merely love him: her feelings towards him came much closer to a desperate need for him. That night, however, Cecilia was not wasting Jason's time. The couple would be going out on a date, to a place called the Socrates Club. Cecilia promised to invite Maria Elena in the future, but informed her that night she needed to clean the house, cook dinner for Victor and Pedro, and study Danubian for the next day's lesson. "After your trial, you'll have plenty of time to go to the Socrates Club... you'll have the rest of your life to hang out there." Cecilia left instructions in the kitchen for dinner: a salad, boiled potatoes with fried vegetables, and blackberries for dessert. Victor helped Pedro with his homework while Maria Elena cleaned up from dinner and straightened the house. She laid out the clothing that Victor would wear the next day and changed his sheets. Finally she managed to take a bath. After that she sat down to do something she hadn't done in three years... study. She had dropped out of school at age 16, missing graduation by only one year. A wasted opportunity, just one out of several chances in life she had passed up. At first it was hard for her to concentrate, but suddenly a long-lost feeling of hope welled up inside her as she tried to memorize the guide book given to her by the professor. She now had a goal for the following day, something that was achievable. She was determined that, if called on in class, she would give correct answers and outsmart the norteamericanos. ***** Two hours later Maria Elena was too tired to continue studying and was satisfied that she was adequately prepared for the following day. She decided to make herself some herbal tea before going to bed. She quietly slipped by Victor, who was in the living room praying in front of his wife's portrait. There was something very sinister about that black prayer robe... she thought to herself... very medieval... from a different time... She pushed that thought aside and quietly boiled a kettle of water. She poured herself a cup and proceeded to take it upstairs when she noticed Victor just standing in front of that picture. In a flash she realized she had a very good opportunity to ingratiate herself with him, by offering him a cup of tea. She took the cup originally intended for herself and walked up to him. She lightly tapped the spoon against the cup to avoid startling him. As soon as she was close to him, she knelt, and without saying anything, offered him the tea. It was a small gesture, but it had a huge effect on Victor. With trembling hands he took the cup. Then he held out a hand to help Maria Elena rise to her feet. His eyes were full of tears. He pointed at the picture: "Minak jinokt. Onakt nad Juni mortk dek." He took a sip from the cup. After a long pause he spoke again: "Spakeebo dek. Spakeebo." Maria Elena was able to ask him one question, something she had learned that afternoon in class. She knew how to ask if he would be alright: "Ved budkt doc-doc dek?" He nodded. "Doc-doc... doc-doc... " However his expression told her something very different. It was clear that he wasn't going to be alright. She tried to give him a sympathetic look. He drew a deep breath, wanting to tell her that he deeply appreciated her effort at condolence, but also knowing that she would not understand what he was trying to say. He drank the rest of the tea and handed back the cup. Finally he touched her hand and repeated: "Spakeebo dek." "Doc." With that Maria Elena figured she was dismissed and returned to the kitchen to clean the cup and put it away. When she re-entered the living room, Victor already was gone. She decided that she too, needed to go to bed. She brushed her teeth and noticed her fingernails. With deep regret she searched among Cecilia's items in the bathroom and found a fingernail clipper. She held the device to the first nail, took a deep breath, and clamped down. She clipped as quickly as she could, but could not prevent tears from welling up in her eyes as she contemplated her ruined nails. Maria Elena looked at herself in the mirror: her uncovered body, that horrid collar, her face without any makeup, her ears devoid of earrings, and those weird braids. It was surreal and terrifying to think that the image in the mirror was what she had become. On the inside she didn't feel like what she saw in the reflection, but she knew that it was only a matter of time before what she was on the inside would match the image she saw in the mirror. She heard a question in her mind, from a voice that was as clear as if it had come from someone standing next to her: "Is becoming different really so bad, Maria Elena? Can you tell me that you actually liked who you used to be? Is there anything you've ever done with your life that you can say you're proud of?" She turned around with a start, but there was no one in sight. Even so, she could feel the presence... of something... or someone... and it was enough for her to answer out loud: "No, nothing to be proud of... nothing... absolutely nothing... " She returned to her room and lay awake on top of her sheet for a few minutes, but finally forced herself to go to sleep.

The Resort Ambassador by ReaderMan Rickshaw with Sarah and Sam (Chapter 19.5) I tightened my grip on the handles of the rickshaw, while looking around just outside of the marketing building. My sunglasses had blinders, limiting my peripheral view but I was grateful to have them as I leaned forward, pulling hard. On second thought, the blinders had a benefit – namely, I would see less people witnessing me wearing just this partially transparent, super short, barely there shirt, with cutoff sleeves. I looked more like a slave than a ‘Resort Ambassador’ as the words on my back suggested. I felt the weight of Sarah and Sam as I pulled. They still hadn’t said a word, and my anxiety was eating a hole in my stomach. We were picking up speed. This was supposed to be a leashed walk but somehow — thanks to Sam — I was pulling a rickshaw instead. I wasn’t sure if that was an improvement. Down the rough narrow alley-like street, was a stocky bald shopkeeper sweeping near a garbage bin. He didn’t look our way as we approached him. A block or so past him was Main Street. Instead of looking down to see how extreme my exposure was, I lifted my chin – preferring not to know. The constant jangle on my collar, never let me forget that Sarah had me on a leash and that I was about to pay a price — a large price — for my principles. But I didn’t care, or so I kept telling myself. Travis was would be back and I was looking forward to telling him the good news. I would endure whatever Sarah felt she had to do to me. Still, this whole situation was grossly unfair. As we approached the man, I kept my head up, looking on down the alley as we neared Main Street. The dance of my hem was tickling my thighs and driving me crazy, reminding me just how short it was. This situation reminded me of Lookout Point. A little thrill went through me every time I thought back to that public walkway by the ocean. This was similar – more intense, but having the shirt made it somewhat bearable. I couldn’t help but to return a polite smile to the man as we passed. The breeze through my legs felt so very naughty and was increasing the blood flow to my face, among other areas. This was crazy! My heart was beating more than it should have given the amount of effort. Main Street was just ahead, and although I was wearing something, people would be able to see my naked body through the shirt when close. The thought was mind blowing, but then I was an ambassador for a nude resort, right? I had an official reason for being like this. I’m supposed to emanate body positivity and confidence. Regardless, I was relieved to have the shirt, as opposed to nothing. This cover gave me a reason to be there, and the words on the back were gold. However, losing the shirt would be mortifying, especially while pulling the rickshaw. It would be like those high-res online images of me completely nude, pulling Becca in a rickshaw, straining to pull her in the sand. Except my landing strip was now gone, and this was a busy shopping area, far from the beach, where the rickshaw would draw eyes. I gritted my teeth in frustration, even ponygirls wore more clothes than this! “I think that fellow is still watching,” Sarah said. “No shit. Emi’s probably flashing him with how often that shirt flips up.” “I think you are right.” I tried to ignore their conversation, hoping that Sam wouldn’t agitate Sarah too much. Hoping that what they said wasn’t really true, or – knowing what the shirt was like – at least not too much. “She’s quite the sight… isn’t she Sam?” “Uhh… what? Yeah, so? She’s a runner.” “Yes. A runner,” Sarah said with some amusement in her voice. “With runner’s legs.” I could feel their eyes on my ass. It was distracting. Sam grunted. “Look, Sarah, wouldn’t it be more humane to start out along the beach?” she said, sounding annoyed. I silently agreed with Sam, as I kept my eyes on the street ahead of us. It was like Sam could sense my anxiety. “The plan is to start off with a snack.” “A snack?” Sam asked, sounding confused. “Cloud Nine!” Sarah said cheerfully. ‘Oh please, not Cloud Nine’, I thought as I slowed, finally entering Main Street. Sarah nudged me to the right and I turned, pulling them along the busy street, passing the parked cars on the side. The street was wide enough for both cars and rickshaws, so it was fairly safe. Still, I was apprehensive about being out here in the open, wondering how much I was actually revealing as I ran. “Alright,” Sam said. “Cut the bullshit Sarah. Why are you messing with us?” A young couple stepped out of an ice cream shop, briefly forgetting their cones as I passed them. Thankfully a parked car was between us as I passed. “You have it all wrong, Sam.” “Are you trying to start a war?” “I’m… Look, I’m just trying to do my job.” “I fucking love wars.” Oh shit. Sam was getting worked up. “That’s not what I’m looking for, Sam. I want the opposite of that.” “You see these combat boots?” “Don’t threaten me, Sam.” “Or what? You will take Emi’s shirt? That’s why you brought me along, isn’t it? You think you can use that against me?” Nooo… don’t give her ideas! Sarah laughed. “You want me to take her shirt?” “I’m warning you Sarah.” “Emi…” Sarah said with a gruff voice. I needed to do something, fast. “Owwwie!” I cried out, bringing the cart to a halt while hopping around on one foot. “Cramp Cramp!” I said, doing the best fake cramp of my life. They both got out and helped me, placing their hands on my shoulders. They really didn’t know how to help with a cramp. “I’ll be okay, just give me a minute,” I said. “It’s been a while since I’ve been running, and I didn’t warm up properly.” “It’s fine,” Sam said. “Get in the back and I’ll pull for a while.” Sarah didn’t look happy. “Sam, you can get in the back as well, you little runt. I’ll pull the rickshaw. You’re too worked up. Probably get us all killed.” Sam scowled at her, but we were both surprised by Sarah’s gesture. Sam glanced at me and I nodded, motioning for her to let Sarah have her way. Sam helped me limp to the rickshaw. I didn’t like her angle of view while she helped me up into the seat. “Fuck, Sam,” Sarah said, runnig her fingers through her hair and looking around worriedly. “This was all your idea – and Brandy’s. Now Emi is injured. You fucking people.” Sam sputtered. “Say what? How is this my…” “You wanted the rickshaw! Just shut up and help her. Massage her leg or something,” Sarah said angrily, grabbing the handles. “Injured? It’s just a cramp,” I mumbled, too soft for anyone to hear. “Ahh… give me your leg?” Sam asked, looking awkward. I didn’t want to, but I had to continue the ruse. It would be much worse if they sensed I was faking it. Fortunately, I had a lot of experience with these. “Ahh… ouch,” I said, as I lifted a leg into her lap. Oh, my legs in this position – not good! I quickly lifted my second leg up and adjusted the hem, feeling heat in my face for the brief flash. Hopefully, no one in the street had noticed – or Sam for that matter. I was less exposed with both of my legs in her lap. Sam looked bewildered, unsure about where to begin. Sarah looked back. “Don’t be a pussy, Sam. Take responsibility!” I didn’t like how Sarah was insinuating this was Sam’s fault. “It’s okay Sam, just squeeze my calf a little,” I said, trying to reassure her. I squeezed her arm briefly as an example. Looking at my leg as if it were a problem, Sam started squeezing my leg. It was too soft and gentle to be of any use. And it was kind of funny as she started to have an intense expression on her face. She was probably blaming herself. I felt bad. “Ohh… that feels good,” I said, leaning my head back and stretching my leg out a bit more. I had to sell it, so they wouldn’t get suspicious and I wanted Sam to feel like she was being useful. Sarah started pulling us forward down the street. “This is not exactly what I had planned, but this is just as well. Sam, keep up the good work. It’s the least you can do. I’ll grab us something tasty at Cloud Nine. Then we can talk.” The massage was nice as we rolled down the street. Sam was getting into it. I continued to jump with little ouches or smile warmly with happy noises. I should win an Oscar. But I had to be careful and adjust my hem a few times. I didn’t want Sam to get the wrong idea here. After a while, Sam leaned over to my ear. The position was a little too close and intimate, considering what we were doing. “Don’t trust a word she says, okay?” I just looked at her, feeling uncomfortable as I was the one being deceptive. But I didn’t regret saving my own ass, literally. “Let’s hear her out, Sam.” Sam grunted. “What? Are you kidding me?” “We were wrong about her before,” I reminded her. “But…” “You know, I can hear you guys.” Sarah looked back. “Hah! You two look like lovers!” Sam dropped my legs like a hot potato. “Quiet you mutt, or I’ll leash you up,” She bellowed at Sarah. Sarah laughed. “Whatever gets you off, Sam.” I smiled, causing Sam to direct her scowl at me. She looked at my leg, my feet back on the floor of the rickshaw. I realized she was wondering if she’d hurt me by dropping my leg. “It’s good. It really helped!” Her face was unreadable and so I looked the other way, to the street. Watching the shops, parked cars, and people, go by. I was beginning to enjoy the ride a little. I kept my hands in my lap, holding down the front of my shirt. Sarah was a good runner, and kept a good pace. I was glad it was her and not me, but I had to admit, the thrilling sensation of running in this shirt, pulling a rickshaw without the ability to touch or fix my hem was something I would certainly not forget. As we passed the blocks, getting closer and closer to Cloud Nine and my apartment, I couldn’t help but to think of Ben. That time he leashed me and took me to Main Street had resulted in me ending up on the front page of the newspaper, causing Brandy and everyone to misunderstand. But I couldn’t really blame him, I was the one how had gone along with it all. Still, all the alcohol that night and the shock of the mailgirl app project had me aching for a distraction. Main Street was the ultimate distraction, especially when you’re naked. My fear started to rise as Sarah pulled over into a parking spot just past the place where Jill had collared me. It felt like such a long time ago, but it was just this morning. Was Sarah going to take my shirt? I wasn’t looking forward to seeing Jill again. Sarah stopped, dropped the handles and turned around. Sam leaned back in the rickshaw, folding her arms behind her head. “I’ll have a latte and two Eastern Mountains.” Sarah looked annoyed. “We are eating here. Emi, outside or inside?” I was surprised that she was letting me choose. Was it a trick question? Was she going to remove my shirt? Where would it be best to… “Too slow, outside it is. More privacy. But in front of the window,” she said, grinning. “See?! That’s what I’m talking about,” Sam said angrily. “She just wants to humiliate you.” “Dial it down Sam,” Sarah said, losing her smile. “I’m just playing around. It’s not like she’s overly worried. She insisted on training the guys naked. I was totally against it but ‘Nine’ here insisted. Plus SHE signed up for this stupid project and then SHE was on the front page, leashed and naked on Main Street with one of MY devs!” Sam sat up in the rickshaw, looking furious. “Do you even know what’s going on?!” I touched Sam’s arm and shook my head subtly, motioning for Sam to shut up. Looking curious, Sarah watched us closely. Stunned, Sam just sat there deeply annoyed that I wanted her to keep quiet about my community service. She looked as if she were about to boil over. I touched her arm gently. “Sam, it’s okay…” “Don’t worry Sam, at least she’s clothed – at the moment. It’s not like she hasn’t been at Cloud Nine naked before, or so I’ve heard,” Sarah smirked. Sam was surprised. “I don’t believe it,” she said looking at me. “I, ahh… Brandy this morning… It’s a long story.” Sam was watching me closely. “She made me strip and then…” Sarah didn’t like Sam’s expression. “Grab a seat outside girls. The treats are on me.” Sarah walked away. Sam looked scary, her face was red and twitching. It took me a minute to calm her down. After that I started to get out of the rickshaw. Sam touched my shoulder. “Hold on, your leg. I’ll get out first and help you down.” “Ohh… don’t worry. I’m fine,” I said to deaf ears as she jumped out and ran to my side. Turning around I climbed down, again not liking the view she was getting. On the pavement, she looked distracted but then reached for me, taking a hold of my leash. This didn’t seem like her I thought as she led me to a table outside the windows where Sarah had pointed. She sat down gruffly, dropping the leash, folding her arms, and looking agitated. I sat down across from her, placing the dangling leash in my lap. I was worried. “Sam, you have to promise that you won’t say anything. You know as well as I, that if they knew, I would have less control. At least now they think I might walk out on the deal if they go too far. I mean, I might anyway, but don’t take that one piece of leverage away from me, okay?” Sam nodded. She wasn’t happy about this, but I could see in her eyes that she understood. A minute later Sarah came out with two Asian Mountains, a Main Street and two Jump Ropes on a big tray. Obviously the Main Street was for me, the pastry was similar to a Long John and looked somewhat like a piece of a busy street. Sam looked at the platter, confused. “No drinks?” “Jill will bring our lattes,” Sarah said, sitting down in her chair, looking back and forth between us. “I bet you can’t guess why I brought you two here.” Sam picked up her pastry and held it below her mouth. “To pay Emi back for making your devs so productive? Because Emi’s amazing and you want to bring her down a notch? Because you’re a sadistic bitch?” she said bluntly, as she stuffed her mouth with part of a mountain. I winced, feeling what Sam was feeling, but it didn’t seem wise to prod Sarah like that. “Sam, let’s let her talk.” Sam looked at me like I was crazy. “Again, you have it all wrong Sam. But let me explain without any interruptions, Nine. You are on the clock, remember? Let’s do this correctly.” Sarah had basically just told me not to talk, unless asked. “So you just shut Emi out. Do you even grasp the fundamental elements of a con-ver-sation?” Sam said bitterly. I couldn’t help but agree with Sam. This was totally one sided. “Look, this isn’t easy for me either. I have a lot to say, and I kinda feel bad about how things went this morning.” “Woah!” Sam slapped my shoulder and looked at me. “See that? The bitch feels bad. Maybe she’s not as stupid as she looks. What’s next, an apology?” “Look, I’m trying to apologize here. Can’t you see that?” Sarah’s agitation was clearly growing. “Look, powderpuff, you have to SAY DA WORDS,” Sam said, before partially choking on another bite of her mountain. She stuck her finger deep in her mouth and scooped out some food and wiped it on her plate. “When are these fucking drinks coming?” she coughed. “As I have already said, Sam, the lattes are on the way.” “You mean, just like your apology? Everything is so late around here,” Sam said, grinding away at Sarah’s patience. Sarah glanced at Sam with growing irritation. I smiled politely. “Mmm…” I said, showing my appreciation for my ‘Main Street’ long john. But keeping my eyes down submissively, when Sarah snapped her head my way. Oh crap, I shouldn’t have said anything. “We should call the manager,” Sam said, looking serious. “Since Sarah can’t seem to apologize, maybe he can do it for her.” Sam looked quite angry, but I wondered if she was also half enjoying this. She was really pushing Sarah and that was scaring me. Sarah turned her head, and looked down at the table, almost apologetically. She glanced at my shirt. “Nine…” “Finally!” Sam blurted, looking just past Sarah, at the door. Sarah didn’t look happy, but hesitated at the sound of the door opening, glancing over her shoulder. Jill strutted in with our lattes and froze upon seeing me. Her face lit up as her eyes devoured my transparent RA slave shirt and the collar and leash. Why was I embarrassed and trying to resist the urge to look down? I looked up and her eyes locked on me, reeling me in. “Nine! You can’t get enough of this place. Did you miss me?” She smiled. Sarah looked confused, but then said. “Oh right, you saw her this morning.” “Boy did I ever see her,” Jill grinned. “I think many people saw her. She was impossible to miss! She’s famous, you know.” “Ahh, yes. I know,” Sarah said, smiling politely with Jill, waiting for the waitress to leave. Jill wasn’t going anywhere. “I can’t believe you got Nine to come back here today. I thought only Brandy had that kind of power over her,” Jill said, looking over at me again. “Unless you missed me?” This was awkward for me, what was she imagining? Sarah shifted in her seat. “You know Brandy? Well… ahh, I’m in charge now,” she said, looking at her nails briefly. Then she awkwardly took a sip of her latte, trying to act cool. Jill puffed her chest out. “Brandy is a regular here. And she bestowed upon me the greatest honor. I was the one who first put the collar on her. And locked it,” she said proudly. Sarah looked at Jill, trying to hide her surprise. Sam looked just as surprised. “Yes, that’s right. Brandy ordered Nine to tell me to put it on and lock it. It was fucking hot. Oh sorry, pardon my language,” Jill said, looking enviously at Sarah. Sarah seemed to like the attention. “Yeah, I lock her up all the time. It’s no big deal,” she said, nonchalantly. “Wow! That’s awesome. You are so lucky. May I hold her leash for a moment?” Sam sat up and I put my hand on her shoulder. She slumped back down, grimacing. Sarah seemed to be warming up to Jill. “I don’t know. She’s on the clock right now, you see.” “Oh, you mean… Brandy mentioned that – testing the mailgirl app. So fucking hot! But why is she wearing clothing?” This girl was driving me crazy. I put my hand on Sam’s shoulder as a preemptive measure. She groaned and looked at me, pleadingly, like she was ready to explode. Jill put her hands on her hips. “Can I ask her to do something?” “Sorry, Jill. Only I have that power today.” Jill looked disappointed. “But I have never seen mailgirl positions – in real life I mean.” Sarah chuckled. “We are kind of busy today.” “But isn’t the idea to promote her cause? Maybe I should ask Brandy next time. She wouldn’t hesitate.” “Look, I agree. It would probably be good, but…” Jill’s face lit up. “God I envy your power.” Sam looked fascinated at the exchange, shaking her head in disbelief. “It’s not all roses and cream cheese,” Sarah said, gesturing at Sam. “Some people like to give me a hard time about it.” Sam finally smiled as she took a bite of her mountain. “That’s horrible! You should be rewarded for your efforts! It’s not easy training a girl to be submissive like that. It can be a real challenge sometimes.” “No shit! I almost had to fire someone for not inspecting her properly and repeatedly misusing her correct name.” “Inspecting her?” “You know, checking her grooming and such. She’s all up on her toes, chest out, legs spread…” Jill’s eyes widened dramatically. She was practically salivating just picturing it, as she stared into the distance, and then focused back on me. She literally looked like she wanted to eat me. “That’s so fucking hot. To have a – celebrity mailgirl, at your beck and call.” She almost stumbled, holding onto a chair to keep herself upright. I was getting a strong vibe from this woman, and it was giving me a cocktail of strange emotions that I couldn’t understand, it was frightening, hot and embarrassing all at the same time. Mainly because I could see where this was leading, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Sarah ran her fingers through her hair. “Yeah, I guess my job is pretty cool. But let’s not get too far here with Nine’s testing duties. Under that shirt is a professional, a brilliant developer who is the director of software development. She’s a real leader who commands a lot of respect.” Sam and I were surprised to hear Sarah, of all people, complimenting me. “Yeah, but that just makes it all that much hotter,” Jill said, looking at my shirt. Why was she looking at my shirt? Or was she looking through my shirt? I wasn’t sure what was going on here. Sarah laughed, seemingly agreeing. “Can I just see one quick pose before I go?” “I don’t know… I get her to act submissive and do mailgirl poses, and all I get is flak. It’s not fair really.” “Don’t worry. It’s your duty to help her with the role. It’s probably not easy for her to do this on her own. Please! I’ll bring you all an extra latte and give you special service from now on.” This woman was driving me crazy and I could see Sam was on edge again. Sarah looked like she was wavering. “You’re really persistent, aren’t you?” she smiled. “Isn’t it for her own good?” “That is true,” Sarah said, turning to look at me, with a wicked grin. Oh shit. I was feeling hot, was I sweating? Sarah leaned back in her chair. “Be a good sport, Nine. Show us your standard waiting pose. Stand up.” Surprisingly, I found myself obeying, standing up on shaky legs. I regretted glancing through the window where I had a captive audience from the table just inside. A couple other tables had people looking my way, as well. Outside, the next table was clear but the other two tables on the other side of the door were occupied. Luckily they didn’t appear to have noticed us. Sam, however, was watching me like a hawk. I adjusted my sunglasses and assumed the pose that pushed my breasts out as I trembled. My erect nipples were hard to miss, pressing against the see-through shirt. Two huge beacons, dragging everyone’s eyes to their movements as I tried to control my breathing. Despite the gentle breeze I was feeling warm, and starting to perspire. Jill paused, her eyes devouring me like a delicious pastry. She licked her lips. “Shouldn’t she take off the shirt?” Shocked, I anxiously glanced at Sarah briefly, wasn’t standing like this with a transparent shirt enough? I gulped, hoping she wouldn’t give the order, but I knew she would. I felt betrayed as my body seemed to want this to happen. Was it really going to happen? Sarah smiled, looking around. She looked into the glass and saw a few people watching us. Her smile grew wider. “Fuck… I hate this job,” she said, an obvious lie. Jill nodded agreeably. Looking so delighted with the progress she was making, that she could barely stand straight. “You are so awesome Sarah!” I tried to not fiddle with the end of the leash in my hands, behind my back, as I felt their gazes upon me. Sarah’s chest puffed out a little from Jill’s comment and she took me in with her eyes, studying my shirt, my body, looking at me and I knew this was it. Sure this was a hot situation, people close to the glass could already see I was naked under the shirt. Jill was obviously drowning in arousal at my expense. I could feel the excitement in the air, as people were watching through the glass with anticipation. Despite my growing dread and arousal, something didn’t feel right. I felt some resistance quickly growing. Some rebel thought started to shake me out of my trance and was pulling me to some clarity. Suddenly I didn’t want this. Not here in front of my place, I might have neighbors in there watching me. I needed to get out of this. Was it possible? Suddenly I hated myself, for thinking of not living up to my agreement. I was swirling with a cocktail of conflicting emotions, a part of me even felt disappointed that I was resisting my duty, my responsibility to always show body positivity. But I was also angry with Sarah for taking advantage of me. This wasn’t fair. I felt like I was being bullied. Sam was watching me closely, waiting… Sarah finished dancing her eyes over my shirt and smiled with Jill. They were both licking their lips. Sarah was nodding. “Nine, I hate to say this… but…” She paused for dramatic effect, and she and Jill looked at each other in knowing anticipation. I tried to get control back, but my fear started to spiral out of control. I couldn’t help myself. I tried to fight it, but I was weak. I took a deep breath and started to regain some control. I could do this. I could do this. But nope, my gut dropped through the floor and for a split second I faltered and mistakenly… glanced at Sam. Sam slammed the table with an open hand, with all her might. The blow caused plates to bounce and all the latte cups to spill some of their contents. Everyone stared at her in shock, myself included. Sam casually lifted her hand up, turned it over and examined it. “The bugs around here are annoying,” she said, flicking something unseen off her palm. We watched her as she emptied her latte as if chugging a shot of whiskey. “Not bad, but these cups are – like – wayyy too small. Can I get another drink there, ahh Jilly?” she said, staring at her name tag. “Uh… okay?” Jill said, looking at Sarah briefly. “Yeah thanks, but this time I’m gonna need a double shot, half sweet, extra hot, latte with two shots of maple syrup, nutmeg, cinnamon, but not too much froth. You got all that?” Jill nodded, taking out her notepad. She started scribbling. “Okay then, what did I order?” Jill repeated the complex drink order perfectly. Sam grunted her approval, causing Jill to look relieved. Amazingly, Sarah stayed quiet during all of this. Sam flicked her fingers at Jill to be gone. “And before you come back.” Jill started to leave but stopped, looking back. Sam gestured inside the store. “How about serving a few of your other customers first? I hate to think we are hurting the experience of other patrons around here with all your inappropriate pussyswelling banter with my friend here. I mean, you don’t want to lose a potential celebrity as a customer, am I right?” Jill nodded and turned and left in a hurry, her tail between her legs. Sarah was not amused. “Sit down, Nine.” Relieved, and so thankful, I could almost have kissed Sam on the spot. I sat down. “Nice move Sam,” Sarah said, looking annoyed. “But maybe you forgot, this is my walk right now, and I have a…” Sam cut her off. “An apology to get off your chest, yeah I know. We are still waiting for that, powderpuff.” “You think you deserve one after those childish antics? And just because I wear a little makeup…” “A little? I’ve seen clowns with less. What are you trying to hide?” Sarah laughed. “Sam, I’m just doing my job. I know you hate that I’m in charge of the mailgirl…” “Her name is Emi.” Sarah squinted at Sam mockingly. “Not any longer it isn’t. Don’t push it, Sam. We do have some clout in this situation. I would be surprised if we couldn’t authorize Nine to get those numbers tattooed on her properly, and her hair removed permanently. Should we include the hair on her head as well?” she laughed. I looked at Sam, fearfully, but then I saw from Sarah’s face that she was obviously just trying to get a rise out of Sam. It was working. Sam’s face indicated a darkening mood. “Ma’am, maybe we should continue the walk.” I muttered meekly, trying to not look anyone in the eyes. I wanted things to de-escalate. “You are right, Nine, even though I didn’t ask you to speak, we should get going. I’m not buying anything more for this little runt. Go grab the handles while I think of a punishment for speaking out of turn, yet again.” As we walked to the rickshaw I could see that Sam was starting to lose her cool. She didn’t show it outwardly, but I could sense it. She was so angry she probably couldn’t speak. I needed to think of something to keep this train from going completely off the tracks. Sam and Sarah climbed aboard while I grabbed the handles. “Pass me your leash, Nine. And your shirt while you’re at it.” Still gripping the handles, I looked back in shock, frozen. Sam and I locked eyes. I turned back facing the front, knowing full well that I needed to let go of the handles so that I could remove the shirt. “Hurry up if you don’t want to lose ‘all’ your hair,” Sarah said, chuckling to herself. I knew she was just messing around but wasn’t sure if Sam knew. Through the handles, I felt the rickshaw shaking oddly. Looking back I saw Sam gripping Sarah’s shirt in her fists. “Why is it… that you have so many fucking teeth?” Sam seethed, pulling Sarah’s face closer. “You know I’m bigger than you, right?” Sarah said, looking completely unfazed, grinning antagonistically – grinning, dangerously. “All those fucking teeth. Don’t worry, powderpuff – I have a solution in mind,” Sam said, pulling Sarah even closer. Sarah slowly stood up inside the rickshaw, precariously, lifting Sam with her. It looked dangerous as people are not supposed to stand up in a rickshaw. Sam let go with one hand and reached down, she started pulling off one of her combat boots. “One way or the other, powderpuff, my combat boot is going to french kiss your face!” I was becoming alarmed. This wasn’t Sam. I’d never seen her this emotional before. This was completely out of hand. If I didn’t intervene, Sam was going to be in more trouble with the law than I ever was. I wasn’t going to let that happen. Standing below them, I grabbed hold of Sam’s boot, just before she shoved it into Sarah’s face. “Enough Sam! What’s gotten into you!” “Sorry Emi, but my boot has a date with clown face. Destiny will NOT be denied!” Sam screamed defiantly while hugging her upside down boot hard against her chest. Reaching way up, I had to stretch to keep a grip on the same boot with both hands. Stubbornly, Sam held on while still fisting Sarah’s shirt. I felt my hem rising up as the three of us struggled. Looking around, I was thankful that we parked the rickshaw just up the street, out of sight of the patrons of the cafe as the parked car behind us blocked their view. Luckily my apartment didn’t seem to have anyone on the balconies. I felt Sam pull harder, she was impossible to stop and I mooned a car as it passed by. “Let go Sam!” I growled. “Or… you… will be fired!” I felt my anger growing. “Right NOW, Sam!” Sam paused, looking down at me from the rickshaw. “I’m doing this for you – what the fuck, Emi!?” She grimaced as if I had hit her. Sarah took advantage of the confusion and pushed Sam – who stumbled backwards in the rickshaw, but Sam kept her grip, taking Sarah with her. Sarah twisted suddenly, and they both almost tumbled out of the rickshaw. They were clutching each other like idiots. Sensing the potential for serious injury – as they were definitely going to fall head-first – with all my might, I pushed one handle, pivoting the rickshaw on the spot, causing the two to fall my way. Two heads fell into my arms, but the combined weight was too much and my legs compressed into a squat and all three of us fell in a heap on the pavement, one face on each of my breasts as I continued to hug them, protecting everyone from head injuries. I rolled back, lightly bumping my own head on the pavement. They lifted off my chest, and looked me over, both panicking as I just laid there looking at them, unmoving. I was fine, but letting them worry a little. “Oh shit, Emi… are you okay?!” Sam said, reaching for my arm. Sarah looked equally petrified. “Emi?” She asked in a small voice. “The curb…” I said menacingly, as I shook off Sam’s arm and slowly stood up, while pulling down my hem which had risen up to my belly button. “The curb?” Sarah repeated, confusion in her voice. I rubbed the back of my head, scowling at them both. I had enough of this. “Sit the fuck down on the curb, both of you,” I growled. They looked at each other, hesitating. I couldn’t contain myself any longer. “Sit down right now!! Or YOU are fired and YOU… you will be responsible for tanking the app, the project, everything. Do it now!!” I yelled through my clenched teeth. Reluctantly, they both sat down on the curb, watching me apprehensively. I don’t know what happened, but something clicked in me. Call it the adult in me, or rage, or my position as director of an elite team. Whatever it was, the mailgirl in me was gone. I hadn’t been this personally upset since Mr Woo back in Seattle. I glared at Sam. “Physical violence?! Disgusting! You embarrass us – bring the whole team down. Tell me why I shouldn’t fire you right now!” Sam stuttered. “What? I was… she was… for you. I mean… your hair! Can you even fire me?” The dragon in me was growing. “Sam, she was just screwing with you. Pressing your buttons. How could you fall for it? Where’s your brain? What did you expect her to do? You have been really pushing her. But this… this is a new low. If Becca gets wind of it – forget fired — she’ll have you arrested! You know how she feels about violence.” It was true, and Sam knew it. Violence was Becca’s hard red line. Sam looked scared briefly but then, she growled to herself. Rebelliously folding her arms, she looked both hurt and angry. “If you want me to quit, fuck it then. You let this bitch walk all over you and you expect me to do nothing?” Sam wiped her nose and looked away, hiding her face. I looked at Sarah. “And YOU! What’s going on? Why did you bring Sam along? And what’s all this crap about an apology? Why are you toying with her when you know goddamn well that she is just looking out for me!” Sarah looked like she didn’t know what to say. “I’m… ahh, I guess things got a little carried away.” “Carried away?! I almost had my head cracked open on the road! Seriously! Why are you constantly trying to mess with me and my teams? Is it personal? Or are you just trying to destroy the project?!” Sarah scowled, looking up. “Why does everyone always think I’m the bad guy? Do you know how hard I tried to stop all this kinky crap of yours from getting into the building? How am I supposed to know what you like or hate? It’s not exactly clear, you know. Do you think I wanted this job!?” I shook my head in irritation. “I asked some questions, be straight with me Sarah, or this all ends now. Just talk to me, what is going on with you?” Sarah looked upset, angry, hurt, offended, and ready to give up – all at the same time. She glared at me, then looked down at the ground. “You stole my team. They hate me now, and Sam runs around making me look like an ass,” she said, letting it all come out, hiding her face with her fingers. “Emi… you humiliate me – every day – and YOU are the one running around naked! I try to do my job and follow your kinks and you act like this is all MY idea. You’re the one leading all this… with your nines… and leashes. YOU signed the deal. Why is any of this MY fault? I’m the fucking victim here, not you! People think I’m some kind of dominatrix now – so much for professionalism in the office. So what? I try to accept things, go with the flow a little, and that’s so utterly wrong? What the fuck am I supposed to do? You tell me!” I sighed, realizing this whole thing was quite the ordeal for Sarah. And Sam too for that matter. I stepped forward and squatted in front of them, putting my hands on their shoulders. “I’m sorry guys. I didn’t realize how hard this was on the two of you. I was so caught up in my own life changes that I didn’t see how this was affecting others. Can you guys forgive me?” Sarah wiped her eyes with her forearm and turned her red face away from us. Amazingly, Sam kept her mouth shut and I leaned in and hugged them both. “So what are we doing out here then?” I asked her gently, “I guess I kind of deserved this embarrassing walk after all.” Sarah stared at the road by my feet. “What? No,” she said. “I was a bit upset with Sam and also myself – about Travis. I was actually hoping to negotiate… a truce.” “A truce?” Sarah ran her fingers through her hair, awkwardly. “I was hoping you could get Sam off my back and help me to… well… to not be…” she said, looking away again. “… to not be so hated by my own team.” I was surprised to hear this. I guess I hadn’t been paying attention to how she and her team were getting along. I must have thought it wasn’t any of my business and didn’t give it any thought. I realized that I needed to stop being so inwardly focused. Sam moved, as if about to speak. I pushed her back a little, shaking my head. Her lips were pressed tightly together, she wanted to speak so badly. I leaned into Sarah a little. “That sounds reasonable,” I said gently. “Go on…” “And I thought I could negotiate something, if I went easy on you…” I nodded, appreciating her confession. Meanwhile Sam was bucking, and I touched her shoulder again, to calm her down. It was tearing her apart to keep quiet. Sarah continued. “Plus Brandy wanted you to feel comfortable with Main Street and shopping, so that you could function normally in town. So I lined up a few shopkeepers to meet, to help you get used to shopping in just the shirt.” I nodded, taking it all in. “Sarah, you could have just come to me and spoke plainly about this. You don’t need leverage over us. Everyone getting along is already at the top of my list. I will always help with that kind of thing.” She nodded. I looked over at Sam. “Brandy’s request almost sounds halfway decent, doesn’t it?” Sam laughed. “You mean encouraging you to shop half naked? Or turning you into a mailgirl in general?” “The shopping part?” I said, wondering if I was too naive about Brandy. Sam grunted. “I can’t say much about Brandy, but I’ll tell you this. Hannah and I looked into her and Hannah noticed that all those images of hundreds of mailgirls were professionally photoshopped. If you look really closely you can see it’s pretty much the same dozen girls in all of her marketing images. So all that talk about thousands of mailgirls and this big mailgirl community – all complete BS. And I looked into Jake and Wang, and it appears that he may have already been thinking of making a cruise ship port here. Sarah sat up interested. “Yes, there is more than meets the eye with Brandy. And I’m not just talking about her kinky office.” “How so?” I asked. Sarah sat up. “Well… Brandy has some meetings with Wang lined up, and they are all about how the app will be tested. Which seemed odd to me, since the app doesn’t exist yet. Usually the initial focus of software projects are about the software requirements, the testing comes afterwards. So I guess they want to focus on the marketing side, that dev journal that Brandy keeps going on about. Which I guess is really just all about you Emi. Seems like they feel the success of the marketing hinges on you sharing details about your testing journey somehow.” “That’s bullshit,” Sam blurted. “On the surface, it looks like they just want to sensationalize mailgirls to sell the app, and are using Emi to do it. But who in their right mind invests that much in a market that doesn’t exist?” Good questions, I thought, locking eyes with a bike courier briefly as he rode past. Without being too obvious, I checked if my hem was exposing anything. Sam looked at me, as if she’d suddenly realized something. “Wang…” “I don’t really care about the business side, Sam,” I said, cutting her off. “Let’s just focus on building the app ASAP. And then get the hell out of here,” I said, wondering if Wang had more than one reason to back the project, namely enjoying making me look like the world’s first mailgirl. And then advertising that publicly to the world. Was she really that petty? Was Brandy here because of Wang? I hoped not, not only for myself, but also for Su-Ning. “Sarah, have you heard anything about Su-Ning?” I asked, thinking this was stuff that she should be aware of. “Ruth told me this morning, that her father passed away yesterday, and that she will be back within a week.” “Oh, no… I’m sorry to hear that… poor Su-Ning and her mother,” I said, feeling bad for my friend. Although I knew it was a likely possibility, I had still been hoping for good news. I also felt bad about being glad that she would return soon. I didn’t want it to be for that reason. Finally I stood up. “Alright then… let’s get this walk over with. You two… back in the rickshaw.” Sam looked at me like I was crazy — to be suggesting we continue the walk — especially after all this. I looked at them expectantly. Hesitatingly, they climbed in and I handed Sarah my leash. She took it, but then handed it to Sam. “Your turn.” I took the handles and waited for the signal to move, glad that Sarah was making an effort to be civil with Sam. Glad that I managed to end that brawl and find out what was really going on with Sarah. Things were finally looking up. It was lifting my spirits. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Sam finally take the leash with two fingers, holding it as if she were offered a rotten potato, scowling. I did a little ponygirl strut and lifted the handles, and shook my butt playfully. Sam scowled, but she seemed to be half playing. “Wait you guys!” Jill said, racing up to us with a lid-covered drink in hand. “Sam, sorry for being late. I hope you like the latte,” she said, breathing heavily. She looked worried, but then she surprised me with a little wink as her eyes traced along the leash back to Sam’s hand. Sam finally smiled, taking the cup and gripping the leash with a little more confidence. “Where to next ma’am?” I said cheerfully, adjusting my glasses. “Ahh… the corner store at the end of the block.” This was it. Time to put my big girl panties on, only I wasn’t wearing any. I leaned forward, pulling the rickshaw down the street, towards the end of the block. Jill walked back across the street slowly, watching as we left. I tried to keep my eyes forward and focused on my running rhythm. Up ahead, standing outside was a young man, fidgeting with his hands behind his back. He glanced at me a couple of times briefly, making me wonder if he was waiting for me. I also hoped my hem was playing nice as I pulled up alongside him and set down the handles. “Collar,” Sarah commanded. I turned to face her and stepped forward so she could unhook my leash. She’d certainly gotten back into character quickly, I mused. “Thank you ma’am,” I said, averting my eyes. “Nice, Nine, now please accompany this gentleman into his fine establishment and buy a couple things,” Sarah said, handing me some cash. “A couple things?” “Figure it out. Off you go, Nine.” I spun away from her, rolling my eyes as I went. But the sight of the young man, barely twenty, made me hesitate. He was close enough to get a proper look at me. I walked up to him and shook his hand. “Hi, I’m ahh… Nine, I guess…” I said, looking back briefly to the rickshaw. Sam was wide-eyed and Sarah was all smiles, she gave me a thumbs up. “I’m Dee… It’s an honor to meet you,” he said, trying to keep his eyes on my face. He was a tad bit heavy, but not by much and had a large chiseled jaw on an honest looking face. His afternoon shadow went well with his frumpy clothing. I didn’t know what to make of him. “Well Dee, mind if I come in?” I said, fully aware that I was likely showing a lot. But somehow his humble smile relaxed me a little. “Oh… please do!” he said, hurriedly walking before me to open the door. “Thank you,” I said, as I entered an odd-looking corner store. There were model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, everywhere. Why did that have to be mostly WW2 Japanese Zeros? Everything else seemed fairly normal for a corner store, except for a small section of touristy stuff. He had a laptop open on the counter by his cash register. What to buy… what to buy… I thought, trying to ignore my shirt and act like a normal person. I’ll just grab two things and get out of here. I walked past the refrigerated drinks, and the potato chip stand and a section of auto-sprayed vegetables, then around a row of household items. I grabbed a four-pack of toilet paper and a two-pack of razors – done. Dee smiled as I walked up to his cash register. “Sarah told me that you are a programmer,” he said in a friendly manner. I put the things in front of him and un-fisted my cash. “Yep,” I said, handing him the money, resisting the strong urge to fold my arms. He took it and put it in the cash register, counting out the change he handed it to me. “I’ve been trying to learn. But kinda stuck on this javascript problem,” he said, spinning his laptop around to face me. I smiled, wondering if this was a setup. “How long have you been coding?” I asked, wondering if Sarah was trying to make my first visit more comfortable by having some clerk pretend to need help with some code. “A couple months.” “Do you know what a function is?” “Well… yeah, but it’s this function that I’m having trouble with. It’s not returning what I was expecting,” he said, scrolling down to the middle of the page. I leaned in, taking a quick look. “Why is it so big? You have a lot of nested ‘if else’ statements, which makes it hard to understand. If you break it down into a few well named functions, and better named variables, then it will be a lot simpler to read and fix.” “Oh right, yes… that sounds like a good idea,” he said, not sounding very confident. I could tell that he didn’t have enough experience to break it down and that he could just barely comprehend what he was doing. “I’ll do that, thanks,” he said, looking dispirited. “Can I get a bag for this?” “Oh right, yes of course,” he said, reaching down. “And thank you for visiting. You are really brave,” he said, stuffing the toilet paper into the bag. “Brave?” I asked, knowing full well what he meant. So much for avoiding the elephant in the room. “Well… you know… that shirt…” I sighed. “Sorry, I know it’s a bit much.” “No, I think it’s great that you are promoting body awareness so openly like that. This island is way too conservative for a resort island.” His words touched me, for some reason. “Oh? Have you ever been to a nudist resort?” “Ahh no, not yet,” he stammered. “You should. It’s very liberating,” I said, auto-slipping into ambassador mode as I glanced at his javascript function again. “Would you be there?” he asked, sounding nervous. I looked up from his code. “I used to be, but now I’m an ambassador, promoting Fantasy Resort from the outside,” I said, briefly showing him the back of my shirt. Ahh, I saw the issue with the function. “But it says ‘Resort Ambassador’ not ‘Fantasy Resort’,” he said. I looked up briefly. “I don’t handle the marketing, maybe it’s meant to be more generic, for the whole island.” “Ahh… and the collar?” “Part of the ACE initiative,” I said, trying to not blush while typing into his computer to fix the bug. It was hard to read the dim screen with my sunglasses. He had a reverse logic issue, better named variables and less condensed logic on each line would have made it more obvious for him. “Oh right, I read about that. The Adult Costume Events,” he said, leaning in to look at what I’d typed. I ran his code. “Oh man, you fixed it!” “Thank you,” I said, grabbing my bag and opening the door to leave. “No, Thank you! Oh you forgot your razors.” I went back quickly, feeling some heat on my face. He handed me the razors. “Please come again,” he said, in a professional tone. “I’ll come back if you clean up that code.” “Okay, I’m on it!” “Then I will see you later,” I said, exiting the store. Sarah watched me as I approached the rickshaw. “What’s with the smile?” “I finally found some toilet paper,” I said seriously, handing the bag to Sam. “Ooh… razors,” Sam said, peeking into my bag. “You can call me Ma’am,” Sarah said, holding out my leash. “Yes Ma’am,” I said, lifting my chin up as she attached the leash. Then I took the handles and resumed smiling as I planted my feet firmly in the pavement. “Onward!” Sarah Commanded. I felt the weight of Sarah and Sam as I started pulling vigorously. It was a crazy day and I still had my shirt on. But I was feeling somehow better after all that unexpected bonding with Sarah and Sam. This was turning out to be a better run than expected as I brazenly flashed my very public thighs, hopefully not too much more, to people along the sidewalk as we passed the storefronts and parked cars. “So are we about done? Any more stores Ma’am?” “Yes, Nine. Just one more. You can pull over right here.” I pulled over in front of a half a dozen little shops in a touristy part of Main Street. Putting down the handles, I rubbed my fingers while I looked at them wondering… “No Nine, not there. Across the street.” Looking across the street was only one store. A very big store. The Central Supermarket for the entire town. I gasped. “Wait… what?”

Testosterone by Isabella I was sitting in the usual backless gown at the hospital, I was no stranger to showing my arse off to all and sundry in our local hospital, when I was six years old, I was sent to see a Paediatric Growth Consultant by my GP, I was a foot taller than any other girl in my year group and from the age of six to sixteen, ten years, I'd been to four consultations with my specialist every year, forty visits in total and they always followed the same pattern, a visit to my GP for a gallon of blood to be drawn out of my arm to be sent off for a battery of tests. The only thing that the specialist could find was lowered oestrogen and progesterone production and massively high testosterone levels, my consultant told me that in the whole country, there were only five girls of my age with testosterone levels anywhere close to my levels, and one of those girls actually had a vestigial penis complete with balls, a true androgynous or hermaphrodite, she could have been registered as either sex but her mother wanted a girl, so she was registered as a girl but she wasn't having any real problems because her female half was working normally as was her male half, so she was in balance, unlike me. So, at the tender age of six years old, I was started out on birth control patches, a mixture of low levels of both oestrogen and progesterone and every four months, I would be weighed, measured, vital statistics recorded and my hormone levels checked and rebalanced. Eventually the daily patches were replaced by implants once every three months while I was at my quarterly consultation. When I reached sixteen, I was moved from the Paediatric Growth Consultant and over to the adult version but my quarterly visit turned into an annual visit and that wasn't always kept, if there was an influenza outbreak my appointment would be dropped and I'd be told to come back in a year's time. Corona Virus made it closer to three years between visits, even though I'd still had my annual blood tests, just no visit to the specialist to find out how things were going. I'd been sitting around with my arse hanging out the back of my gown for over an hour when the doctor called me into his office, he smiled at me, "It's been quite a long time...I'm sorry about that...so, how has the last year been?" "Worse than the year before and the year before that!" "Worse in what way?" "I think my drive has gone, my sex life with my husband is almost nonexistent..." I checked my diary, flicked through a whole year, "...we didn't have sex once in the last twelve months and only three times in the twelve months before that but the twelve months before that it was at least weekly and four years ago, I had sex at least once a day...now...some days, I can't seem to drag myself out of bed!" He had a worried look on his face as he checked three years worth of blood tests, "From six years old to your twentieth birthday, you had a testosterone level that was ten times higher than average for a woman of your age and the last three years, your testosterone level is one tenth the level that I'd call worryingly low...what changed in your life three years ago?" "Well, I got married and moved from the village into Northampton, a nice apartment in the town centre!" "Well, this sudden drop could be indicative of ovarian cancer...but, I'd only expect a fifty percent drop in testosterone level if that were the case because fifty percent of your natural testosterone is produced by the ovaries and the other fifty percent is manufactured in the adrenal gland...but I'm going to send you to oncology for them to prod and poke you about, see how things are on that front." I had to laugh, for seventeen years, I'd been given female hormones to counteract the excess of male ones that my body was making and suddenly, my body had stopped producing the testosterone and that was causing a massive problem for me, without my normal drives, I could lose my job, and not offering sex to my husband could make him look elsewhere for home comforts and could eventually cost me my marriage. As I sat with my arse still hanging out of my hospital gown after six hours, just a different collection of men walking past and looking at my bare bum while I was waiting for the oncologist to see me, I remembered back to when I was eleven years old, I was introduced to sex, I was watching our schools first eleven football team playing Oakham Grammar's team, a ball came free of the pitch, it was a wild pass, so wild that it sailed over the spectators heads. I was so tall at eleven that I stood head and shoulders above all the other girls, even girls five years older than me...well I just reached up and picked the ball out of thin air. Chris Gold, our team's captain, ran over to me, thanked me for catching the ball and as he started to back away from me, he whispered, "I don't half fancy you darling!" I was shocked...shocked and excited, what eleven year old girl wouldn't be...having a sixteen year old 'Jock' telling her In front of twenty of her class mates that be fancied her. We'd been watching football all morning, it was actually our time to be playing hockey but the school had needed all of the sports field for the number of football pitches that it needed to hold the football competition so we all just ended up watching, rather than taking part in sports. It had been a knockout competition and in the end, we'd won the whole competition and as the cup was being presented to Chris, my class mates ran for position in the food queue, I hung out by the changing rooms exit instead of thinking of my belly. After ten minutes, I worried that Chris may have left the changing rooms through the school to get his lunch. Just as I was about to give up, Chris walked out, he smiled at me and wrapped his right arm over my shoulder and pushed me toward the rear boundary fence. There were ten bushes on the school side of the fence and as we approached, it looked like a flock of Red Indians were announcing the final score of the football competition to the town using smoke signals but when we reached the bushes all we found were ten West Indians smoking cigarettes of dubious origin. We stood as far away from the Rastafarian Bredren as we could but still be hidden by the bushes from the school...okay not perfect for my first foray into intimacy, a private place with just ten people looking on, not that they seemed to care, they were already mellowed out by their partaking of their religious herbs. Chris kissed me for a few minutes and then he whispered, "Have you ever touched a circumcised cock before?" I smiled at him and shook my head, I was sure that I hadn't touched a circumcised cock before, because I'd never touched any cocks in my life before. He stepped back and let his trousers drop to the ground, even though we had an audience of ten boys close by. I reached out and took his cock in my hand and as I did, he reached under my dress and tried to pull the crotch of my knickers to one side, he actually complained that my knickers were too tight. I dropped his cock and pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them. Chris had a shocked look on his face, "Girls never let me take their knickers all the way off in school, I always have to fiddle about up a leg hole!" I pulled him back in close, I'd taken his cock in my hand and now I was bending my knees, lining my cunt up with his cock and I was actually humping my fanny at him, he gasped, "What the hell are you doing, I could make you pregnant!" I shook my head, "You can't, I'm on birth control implants!" "Well forgive me if I seem sceptical but girls often say that they're on birth control when they aren't...to try and snag a boy into making them pregnant!" He pulled away from me, his cock slipped out of my cunt, he popped his cock into his trousers then he looked at his hand, it was covered in blood, "What the hell, are you on the rag?" I turned my left arm over and showed him the three track marks, one fresh, standing proud, one half proud from three months ago and one very faint from just over six months ago, "Birth control implants mean no monthly bleed Chris, that blood was from my hymen rupturing!" Chris looked thoughtful for a moment, I could almost read his mind, 'Birth control or not, if she is on the rag, I can fuck her anyway, can't make a girl pregnant on her rag week!' Chris dropped his trousers again and stepped in close again, I pulled him the last few inches and again, I took over and captured his cock, pulling it into my quim and I actually fucked him standing against the fence with twenty eyes looking on. Even though Chris was older and he was sexually experienced, I fucked him rather than he fucked me, I was only eleven, I was a virgin but it actually scared me a little the way that I took over, it seemed to frighten Chris a little as well, he really wanted to get away from me but I wouldn't allow him to escape until after I'd finished with him. It seemed to me that I'd been planning something like this for weeks, I'd been to my doctors for my quarterly blood test and then I'd started my first day at 'Big school'. I'd spent four years at Saint Agness' School For The Daughters Of Gentlefolk, six of my class had moved to Roedean School in Brighton, ten other girls went to the less expensive Brouton School for Girls in Broughton Summerset, three other girls went to Bedford Grammar School as 'Day girls' rather than boarders...and that left me, I went to the local comprehensive school because my parents couldn't afford private school fees. So out of twenty girls from my class, I was the only one that would be mixing with boys at school and that prospect had excited me. When I finally managed to milk Chris' balls and hoover his seed up into my belly, I released my grip on him and he ran away screaming at the top of his lungs. I looked over at the black kids smoking weed, they were probably so far out of it that they probably wouldn't have made one good screw between the ten of them so I picked my school knickers up off the grass and dropped them into my school bag, I walked to the dining room with Chris' spunk dribbling down the insides of my thighs. I deviated into the girl's toilet on my way to the dining hall to mop myself out but I still didn't bother to put my knickers back on. As I ate my lunch in the dining room I was like a feral bitch in heat, I was sniffing at every boy that walked past me and was getting some very strange looks from the older boys...even the boys that would usually flirt with any and every girl they saw were giving me a wide berth. It dawned on me as I was returning to my first lesson of the afternoon that my hormones were screwing with my head, my regular quarterly visit to my specialist was due the following day...I deviated from my path to English room number one and called in at the school nurse to mention that I was a little off balance. I didn't mention that I may have just raped a boy who was at least four years older than me or that I'd been stalking boys for the past hour to catch another boy in my honey trap. She made me lie on her couch and she monitored my pulse rate, my blood pressure and my temperature, they were all elevated but not worryingly so. My mother was called by the nurse, I'd mentioned that I'd be off the following day for my regular visit to my doctor. Mum was in a meeting so she called my grandfather...my father's father to collect me from school and keep me at his house until mum could get home. Grandpa fetched me from the sick bay, as we walked to his car, he asked me what happened, I looked over at him nervously...what should I say...should I tell him that an older boy put his cock in my hand and I went a little crazy and tried to rip his cock off with my pussy... "I think that my hormones are out of balance...good thing I'm seeing Doctor Benson tomorrow...I think I got caught up in all the football euphoria...we won you know, won the whole competition...Kettering Grammar's supporters were claiming our eighty-ninth minute goal was off side and that the final score should have been a draw and that there should have been another fifteen minutes of play either way...I went a little crazy but I knew that it was more than just the argument between my friends and the other school's students so I went to see the nurse to calm down before I got into trouble for acting out in class!" We drove home in silence, Grandpa Ron piled the cushions at one end of the sofa and asked me if I'd like to lie down..."Is there anything that I can get you darling?" I was settling down on my back on the sofa...remembering to be careful because I still wasn't wearing any knickers under my school uniform dress..."Ice cream...Chocolate ice cream!" "I don't think I have any ice cream darling." "Okay then, I'll make do with strawberry ice cream." "We don't have any ice cream darling!" "Okay...vanilla will do at a pinch." Grandpa shook his head, "No ice cream in my freezer darling." I let my voice develop a little growl, "Why the hell did you offer me ice cream in the first place if you knew that you didn't have any bloody ice cream in your freezer?" My grandfather knew that when my hormones went out of balance, it was often the testosterone that overpowered my oestrogen and progesterone hormones and I became aggressive so in an effort to placate me, my grandfather said, "Shall we go to the village shop and see if they have any ice cream?" I nodded my head, then I placed a restraining hand on his forearm, "Chocolate Ice Cream!" He nodded his head, "Yes, okay, if they have any chocolate ice cream." I rolled off of the sofa and followed my grandfather out of the house. As we walked towards the village shop, I was soon ahead of my grandfather, I had at least a thirty inch stride because I was so tall, my grandfather only had a twenty six inch stride, while I was walking normally, he would have had to jog to keep up with me so every three steps I took, I moved a foot closer to the shop than he did. I was inside the shop and had started mining through the shop's chest freezer, I'd cut through the green bean layer, the fish finger strata and had reached the vanilla ice cream deposit as my grandfather entered the shop, Ben Robinson greeted him, "Hi Ron, good thing you came in today, your latest magazine was delivered twenty minutes ago!" I looked at my grandfather first and then at Ben, my grandfather was waving his hand from side to side, trying to shut Ben up, when I looked at Ben, he was holding a small magazine up in the air. Because of my grandfather's reaction I was expecting to see a 'Titty' magazine but the front cover had a picture of a woman wearing a blue dress, no nudity involved...not on the front cover at any rate, then I did a double take, it wasn't a woman, it was a girl and judging from the lack of breast mass, a prepubescent girl! "Have you found the chocolate ice cream yet Sarah darling?" "I'm close...I must be, I've just reached the raspberry ripple seam...any moment...YES RESULT!" I held a tub of double chock chip ice cream and did a lap of honour around the inside of the shop with the ice cream above my head. At the cash desk the ice cream was scanned and it registered three pounds on the till's screen. There was a small brown bag on the counter, the bag had been sealed closed with sticky tape. The phrase popped into my head, 'Delivered in plane brown packaging!' I watched my grandfather hand over twenty five pounds, even though the till's screen still said three pounds for the ice cream. Ben Robinson rang up, five pounds tendered, put the twenty pound note under the cash tray and the five pound note under the spring clip for the five pound notes...the till's screen said, 'two pounds change', Ben dropped two pound coins in grandpa's hand and said, "And two pound coins...makes five. Enjoy the ice cream Sarah...and you enjoy your sweet too Ron!" As we walked back towards my grandfather's house, I was actually deliberately shortening my step to keep the slower pace of my grandfather, keeping at his side, even though I really wanted to run ahead and eat my prized ice cream. "Does Grandma June know that you buy 'Under the counter' dirty magazines grandpa?" I heard him gasp...and then there was a sigh that was followed by, "Bloody hell Sarah...I did something nice for you...I bought you a litre of chocolate ice cream, didn't I?" I nodded my head, "But, if I have to keep your dirty book a secret...I need to know what the secret is...I mean, if it is only a little secret, they are much easier to keep than big bad secrets...I mean, you could have bought one of each of the English dirty books on Ben's top shelf for twenty pounds and yet you paid that much for one little magazine...Must be an illegal American or German magazine...possibly even Danish." "Okay, when we get home I'll show you...but you'll be disappointed! There's nothing to see in my little book." I gave my ice cream to my grandpa to serve into a dish for me while I opened the brown paper bag, the girl had absolutely no tits at all, if that were me and my breasts were that small, I would have been around five years old but the girl in the blue dress looked about the same age as me...mind you I'd never wear a fly-weight nylon dress like that without an underskirt under it, or at least knickers on, the nylon dress was clinging to her body and I could clearly see her little pussy outlined through the front of her dress, what older boys at school would call her camel toe. I looked from the front cover of the book to my grandfather, he had a bright red face as he was spooning about a quarter of the tub of ice cream into bowl for me. I flicked quickly through the magazine, there were very few pictures, definitely no tits or bums and the only front bottom on show was on the girl on the front cover of the magazine. The pictures were all of young girls or boys and they were all fully dressed. The magazine was just a series of short stories, two columns per page. I read the first few lines of a few stories, they all seemed to be stories about fathers having sex with their daughters, mums with their sons, uncles with nieces...well, almost every conceivable family relationship. I closed the book, "This is boring grandpa...have you got anything better than this to look at?" "Do you promise to keep my secret from your grandmother?" I nodded my head. Grandpa was about to go out to his shed but he stopped in the doorway, "And your mum and dad!" "Cross my left breast and hope to die...I'll never tell anyone!" As I said it, I was crossing my left breast with my finger. I followed my grandfather out to his shed eating my ice cream as I went. Inside the shed I was surprised at how well appointed the shed was, he had a sofa against the back wall, there was carpet on the floor...the wall too to act as insulation and soundproofing. There were three chests of drawers along the shortest wall, "Women in that drawer...men in that one..." He cleared his throat, a little harrumph, "...don't go near that drawer, or that one...that drawer has men with women...Asian women in that one and finally...big busty women in the bottom drawer over there!" I put my ice cream on the table and opened the drawer holding five magazines with pictures of men in them. "I don't think that the pictures of men will be quite what you expect darling!" Grandpa sat on the sofa in his shed with his new book, I sat next to him with my bowl of ice cream on my knee and a dirty magazine in my hand, the first man in the book I'd picked up was handsome, he was wearing nice clothes and had a nice haircut. I pointed the book towards Grandpa and said, "He's handsome!" Grandpa looked at the picture and he nodded his head and grinned. He went back to his book and started reading the first story, I saw the sapling in his trousers turn into a mighty oak tree in a split second, I looked over his shoulder, the first paragraph was...'Amy visited her grandfather's house, she was bunking off of school but her grandfather wouldn't be telling anyone!'... I smiled and flicked the page over, the man was now topless, a very well pronounced six pack on his stomach and large pectoral muscles, his nipples seemed to me standing to attention but they were 'looking' in different directions. I turned the page again, I caught my grandfather repositioning the oak tree in his trousers a little, he was pressing the palm of his hand down on his cock, trying to hide the length of it from me. The next page in my magazine had the man wearing a silk posing pouch, he was standing with his hands on his hips, he had large thigh muscles, he really was the complete man package that any girl could dream about. The next page was just a back view of the previous picture and his posing pouch was just like a thong, just a thin back strap hidden between his bum cheeks. I heard Grandpa groan, he was looking over at me...I wasn't sure if he was looking at my body hidden under my dress or if he was looking at my book over my shoulder...I did check that my dress was in place hiding my naked pussy from him, I flicked to the next page and there was the man again but no posing pouch, just a smile and a very long, fat cock standing against his belly. I looked at my grandfather and smiled at him as I turned the page again, a second man had turned up in the picture, I quickly flicked through the pictures as the second man stripped off and then the two men got together, several pictures of the men touching each other as well as kissing. I stopped at the picture of the first man standing behind the second, he was reaching round, holding the second man's cock in his hand but it looked like the first man was bumming the second man. I looked at grandpa again, "Does this kind of picture turn you on grandpa...are you gay, or bisexual?" I saw his 'Bull shit' face for a moment but then he relaxed, "Pretty women...handsome men, I like to look at all different kinds of sex and all different variations, if you looked through all of my collection, you'll probably find ten books with women in them to every one with men on men action...actually, more with women on women than men on men as well! The thing is darling, men and women usually see sex differently, most women only really want sex with one man to make a baby, most men just have sex for the fun of doing it, men can have sex with hundreds of people a month and it doesn't mean a thing to us, just a good form of exercise." I closed the magazine, even though I was only half way through it and I dropped it back in its drawer. I pulled the drawer open with women and men books, that drawer was stuffed to over flowing...thirty or forty magazines at least. I selected one and as I closed the drawer, I looked back at my grandfather, he was pressing his palm down on top of his cock and relaxing, he did three rotations as I walked back to the sofa. He looked up to see the front cover of the new magazine I was holding. I saw that my empty bowl was attracting a fly, "Shall I take my bowel into the kitchen grandpa...I could look at this magazine in the living room, give you a little privacy if you like!" "Okay, but bring the magazine back out to the shed before four o'clock though, I don't want your grandmother seeing it!" I walked out of the shed and I passed the window opposite the sofa, I stopped just out of sight and looked back, Grandpa's hand was inside his trousers and he was rubbing his cock much faster now than he was when his hand was outside his trousers. The second dirty book was just as I'd always imagined it, lots of women's tits and bums on show, lots of front bottoms too but there was no fur in sight, even though the women were quite old, they had pussies like little girls and a few short stories and sexual accounts. I read one short account but only because there was the picture of a ginger haired women, kneeling above the article with her legs wide open, the account went something like, 'Met this ginger cunt at a night club...fucked the arse off of her but got the fright of my life when, after just thirty minutes of fucking, I found the sides of my cock were bleeding. Apparently, the course ginger hairs on her pussy lips had been dragged into her cunt at the side of my cock and that's what made my cock bleed. Word of warning guys...if your new love is a ginger, make her wax or use cream on her pussy lips...don't risk shaving, the hairs will grow back even sharper the next week!' As I read that, I lifted the hem of my dress up and looked between my legs...I had course ginger hairs on my pussy lips and at least five hairs on each side of my pussy were curled into my vagina, 'I wonder if that's what terrified Chris so much when I fucked him!' My mum phoned grandpa's house as I was pulling the straggling hairs out of my pussy hole, it was half past three, if I'd stayed at school, this would be the time that my bus would be leaving school to bring me home, as Grandpa was in his shed, I answered the phone. "I'm on my way home now Ron...is Sarah okay?" "I'm fine mum, shall I wait at the end of grandpa's road so that you don't have to turn around outside his house?" "Hi darling...that would be helpful...thanks!" I walked back out to the shed, as it was only half past three, my grandfather was banking on having almost thirty minutes before he'd have to stop 'Reading' his book in the way he wanted too. The little devil in me made me walk behind his shed, rather than in front of it so that Grandpa got no warning that I was on my way back, I pushed the door open and quickly stepped in through the shed's doorway. I caught a glimpse of my grandfather's cock as he quickly pushed it back into his trousers. I dropped the magazine back in the drawer, closed it and then the little devil jumped on my shoulder again, this time, it made me kneel on the front of my grandfather's sofa, my right knee between his legs and my left knee on the outside of his right leg, I lowered myself down so that my dress covered pussy pressed down against his knee as I kissed him, "Thanks for the ice cream grandpa...and the magazines...mum's on her way, I'm going to the end of your road to meet her!" He groaned and I saw a damp patch spreading across the front of his trousers. I grinned inwardly as I walked through his house, I'd made him climax without even touching his cock, just a kiss and my pussy against his knee was enough to take him over the edge. Mum pulled to a stop and I did a racing changeover and she was moving again in one heartbeat. "Grandpa was telling me that he was taking me to the hospital tomorrow, how come...you never work two days on the trot?" There was a very long "Errrm...I was out having a coffee with an old girlfriend today darling, not at work!" I leaned over and kissed her cheek, as I kissed, I smelled her breath and thought, 'Your friend uses too much musk in their coffee mum!' Her breath smelled like the stale air in Grandpa's shed after he'd been alone for fifty minutes with the door and window closed. I followed mum into the house, I saw her do a crafty breath check...you know, breath into her hand and sniff it. She pulled a face and headed up to her bedroom, I followed a few feet behind her, I could see up the back of her short dress as she climbed the stairs, bare buttocks, so, like me, my mother was without knickers on her bum. Mum walked into her bedroom...well the bedroom that she shared with my father, she pushed her bedroom door closed behind her but I was so close that I was in the room with her before the door actually closed. Her back was still towards me as she slipped the shoulder straps of her dress off and let it fall to the floor as she walked into the en suite bathroom, she turned the shower on and as the water warmed up, she filled her mouth with mouthwash, spat it out into the toilet and took her bra off as she turned to face me and jumped out of her skin when she saw me. We didn't hide our bodies from each other so I often saw my mother in the nude...but not usually quite this nude. A week ago, she had a neatly trimmed triangle of mousy brown hair above her vagina but today, she was as bare as a new bourn baby down there. I mentally snapped my fingers, "Hey mum, how did you do that...Shave, wax or cream?" Mum looked a little pissed at me, it could have been because I'd followed her into her bedroom, it could have been because I'd pointed out her bare pussy and asked her how she'd done it or it could have been that, being naked, I could see two snail trails trickling down her inner thighs. "Cream!" "Is there any left?" Mum pointed her finger at her medicine cabinet, "On the top shelf of the medicine cabinet!" "Can I use some please?" She nodded her head. I found the hair removal cream and spotted a tube of concealer on a lower shelf. I took the depilatory cream for myself and the concealer for mum. As I walked past her, I handed her the makeup stick, "You might need this if my dad didn't put those brands on your collar bone!" I left my mother to think about being caught out in her infidelity while I went to my bedroom and read the instructions on the depilatory cream box. I'd planned to just do my labia but having seen the 'Little girl picture' in my grandpa's magazine and then seeing how clean and comfortable my mum looked down below, I plastered my whole pussy area as well as down my legs before I stepped into the shower in the family bathroom. I was back in my bedroom drying myself off when my mother walked in on me, a guilty look on her face, she was wearing my father's favourite dress, it showed off a lot of her cleavage and was ultra short, she was also wearing stockings and her lacy bra but no visible panty lines under her dress and the stockings must have been self supporting because there was no suspender belt lines either. "Sarah darling..." I waited a moment or two, then I said, "Yes?" "Erm...you aren't going to mention anything to your father about earlier...are you?" "Does dad have any dirty books?" "What has that got to do...why?" "This morning...after our second period's 'Respect' lesson...outside at mid-morning break, some of the boys were saying that they bet every one of our dads had dirty books somewhere in their house and that dads don't mind their sons finding their dirty books but won't ever let their daughters see them!" There was a pause that was big enough to belong to a lion and eventually mum shook her head in exasperation, "Yes...your father does have a few dirty books in the house!" "Can I see them please?" I wrapped myself in my towel and followed my mother into their bedroom and she opened my father's wardrobe, the left hand side had a small set of drawers to keep socks and underpants below his shirts while the left hand side could take longer items, mum nodded her head to the left, "Bottom drawer, under his polo shirt!" I lifted my dad's polo shirt carefully and placed it on top of the drawer unit, it was like a gold mine, there were thirty books of all kinds...not the kinds of selection that my dad's dad had, he did have lesbian books but the only men in my father's magazine collection were looking after women. I picked out a book with a fifty-fifty split between pictures and stories before I placed his polo shirt back on top of the pile so that he wouldn't spot that I'd been in his porn drawer! I was about to return to my bedroom with my prize and mum stopped me, "well, are you going to tell your father?" I shook my head, "Once dad sees you dressed like that, he'll give me a fiver and he'll tell me to piss off to the cinema...it would only upset him if I told him anyway!" I walked to the bedroom door and I said, "Are you worried in case you copped out this afternoon?" Mum looked very guilty..."Condoms are very unreliable darling...!" I didn't get dressed, I lay on my bed and read some of the sex stories in my father's book until mum called me down to dinner. The dining room stank of musk, I was getting used to the smell of sex and I spotted a spillage on the laminated floor at the side of the dining table. I got a strange look from my father because all I was wearing was my bath robe. I felt a hand on my shoulder, even though there was no one anywhere close to me, I looked at the hand, I was shocked to see that I was on a hard bed, my head just slipping out of a huge plastic doughnut..."I'm sorry madam, I've never had anyone fall asleep inside an MRI scanner before. I've sent your scan results to Doctor Black, as soon as he's had a chance to review the scans, he'll call you into his office. A pretty nurse asked me if I'd like a cup of tea, "I find an hour inside the MRI scanner can be very dehydrating Mrs Gamble." I nodded my head and thanked her for her kind offer. I yawned, I remembered being strapped down on the slide in the MRI room and told to relax and to try to stay as still as I could. I must have fallen asleep and run through my memories of my first day of sexual awakening. I sat in the waiting room again, it was a little like a zero stimulus torture chamber, the magnolia walls and ceiling and the cream vinyl flooring and the white plastic...easy clean...chair. Before the nurse came back with the cup of tea, I had drifted off again, back into my daydream of my earliest memories of sex. I picked my story up on Friday morning, I'd heard my mother and father having sex in their bedroom and from the volume and clarity of their fucking through the walls of the house, they obviously didn't do it very often or they would have woken me up in the past. Grandpa Ron picked me up before eight o'clock on Friday morning to take me on my sixty minute drive to Addenbrooke's Hospital, he would be with me for my consultation. As usual, the first thing that I did was to strip off totally and put the hospital gown on and then go through to the nurse to be weighed, measured, not just my height, my bust, my waist, my hips, various points on my upper thigh, around my biceps...even around my neck and foot size. All recorded on a chart for the doctor to mull over before he saw me. I realised that Grandpa had actually been hard from the moment that I put the hospital gown on, flashing my bum to the world as usual. When my mother took me, she would keep pulling the back of the gown closed at the back so that men and boys couldn't ogle me but grandpa was happy to be doing the ogling. When I was finally called into see the doctor, grandpa followed me in and sat at the back of the office and I zoned him out...I actually had a crush on my doctor, so powerful that it could turn the earth into a black hole if I weren't careful. "Good morning Sarah...I have a note from your school nurse, she thinks that you may have had an imbalance yesterday! What happened?" "A boy told me that he fancied me...not just a boy, he was the school football captain and he came right up to me and told me that he fancied me!" "And how did you react to that...were you angry...embarrassed...shy?" "I raped him thirty minutes later!" I knew that my grandfather was sitting behind me but I gave the doctor a detailed account of what happened behind the screening bush at the back of the sports field, even down to the boy running away with a terrified look on his face. There was a worried look on the doctor's face. "I can see from the blood tests that there has been a massive testosterone spike in last week's blood test...did you have your normal injection three months ago?" I nodded my head. "Well, the spike in testosterone seems to have knocked the oestrogen and progesterone levels down a little, so I'm going to double up on the implant and mark your records so that you get a larger dose in three months time." I had a second birth control implant injected in my left arm, never a pleasant procedure but I knew that it would have a calming effect on me once it started to work its magic. We left the doctor's office at twelve o'clock, as we walked towards the car park, Grandpa said, "I could get you to school in time for your afternoon lessons...what's your next lesson?" "Religious education...then Geography and finally maths!" Grandpa pulled a nasty face, "What a terrible afternoon of lessons!" "Well, we could always say that we didn't get out of the clinic until one o'clock...couldn't we?" Grandpa smiled and he nodded his head, "Was it embarrassing telling that doctor what happened yesterday in front of me darling?" I shook my head, "No, we have secrets that we share, I trust you not to tell on me!" "Well, if it helps, I think that it was the testosterone...all men get horny and I think that yesterday, the testosterone made you horny for the first time in your life...want to know what I do when I get horny and your grandmother isn't in the mood?" I nodded my head. "You know what this place is?" I looked up, "It's the car park for the Wellingborough and District Angling Society..." "How did you know that?" I pointed at the sign at the gateway to the car park, the one that said, 'No Day Tickets'. And he chuckled as he turned the car into the car park, there were ten cars in the car park, I pondered on how come there could be ten people on the river bank on a Friday. "Are you a fisherman Grandpa?" "No darling, the car park and the river area are for everyone, just the fishing rights that belong to the angling club." We started out walking on a freshly laid tarmac path, the river was to the north, to the east of the path was a large meadow with picnic tables strategically placed and to the west, a large wooded area, there was a stout chain-link fence enclosing it with signs proclaiming that the wood belonged to Manor House Farm and , 'Private Property - Keep Out' at regular intervals. I reminded grandpa that he was going to tell me what he did whenever he was horny but grandma wasn't in the mood. "I'm working up to it darling..." We reached the river, the tarmac footpath reached a 'T' junction, I looked to the east and the west, no fishermen on the banks of the river...no people either, not on the path or in the meadow...ten cars and no people, so where were they all? We started walking to the west along the river path, there was a sound to the south, the stout chain-link fence had been holed and a man suddenly appeared out of the wood through the hole, he looked at my grandpa and he smiled, then he looked at his wrist watch and shrugged his shoulders and walked off towards the car park. "That's Alan, he starts back to work at one thirty." "You know him then grandpa?" "I know most people..." there was another sound from the same place in the fence, a head appeared through the hole in the fence, there was a smile and a nod of his head and it shrank back into the woods again, "...that come here, that was Brian, I just need to pop in there and have a private word with him." "Shall I wait here for you grandpa?" He shook his head, "No darling, see there, ten feet away from the hole Brian went through, there's another hole, you might see something educational through that hole!" Grandpa's hand was in the small of my back and I was pushed towards the hole, ten feet further to the west from the first hole. I ducked through the hole in the fence and started walking along a well trodden path into the woods. I heard "Hi Ron, haven't seen you here for a few weeks!" My grandfather said, "June's been off work on holiday for three weeks, it was too hard to get away..." I realised that Brian and my grandfather were really close, no more than four trees away from me and as I walked slowly into the wood, I suddenly saw a diagonal line between the trees to where Brian and my grandfather were standing, my grandfather's explanation for why he hadn't been to the woods for three weeks had been cut short by Brian pulling my grandfather's mouth against his and they were kissing passionately...just like the two men in the magazine that I was looking at yesterday in my grandfather's shed. Brian pulled his lips off of my grandpa's, "Did you bring a condom today Ron?" "No...sorry...I wasn't planning on coming here today." "Pity I've already used the only condom I had on me with Alan!" Brian was pushing my grandfather's trousers down and he said, "We'll just have to make the best of what we have...won't we?" Brian squatted down in front of my grandpa and took his cock in his mouth. Grandpa groaned with pleasure and then he looked over his shoulder and fixed my eye with his and he grinned at me, just as Brian stood up, "Your turn Ron!" Grandpa was already squatting in front of Brian and he was opening Brian's trousers, pulling them down and then taking Brian's cock in his mouth. Fingers touched the back of my left hand, "You like watching two men fucking darling?" I looked to my left, to the man's face who was talking to me, he had a weather-beaten face but not really bad looking, I looked down at the fingers touching the back of my left hand and realised that it wasn't a finger, he had his cock out of his open trousers and it was the head of his erect cock that was pressing against the back of my hand. I looked back at his face as I turned my hand and took the head of his cock in my palm. "I'm Mick by the way...hubby not giving you enough darling?" I held back my smile but shook my head, "I'm Sarah." He looked at my grandfather sucking Brian's cock. "Do you like sucking your husband's cock love?" I shook my head, "I've never sucked a cock in my life before!" "Fancy breaking your duck on me darling?" I copied my grandfather's squat, took Mick's cockhead in my mouth but instantly pulled my mouth away again, spitting the disgusting tasting slime out of my mouth. I stood up and let Mick kiss me as he lifted the front of my dress up and rubbed his cock against the front of my knickers. "Have you got a condom that I could have please Mick?" He had a wide grin on his face and was shaking his head, "I hate using them but I'll use one if I have to!" He took a packet of three condoms out of his trouser pocket, I opened the box and took one, "I don't actually need them...I'm on birth control implants...I'll be back in a minute!" I dashed back to the river path and re-entered the wood behind my grandfather, Brian almost had a heart attack, seeing a woman rushing into the wood as he was having his cock sucked by his friend, "Ron...can I swap this condom for a butter mint please?" Everyone knows that grandfathers always carry a packet of Murray Mints in their trouser pocket. I popped the mint in my mouth and ran back to Mick. He looked bewildered as I skidded to a stop in front of him, I squatted down and sucked his cock into my mouth, I took it in as deep as was comfortable and then pulled it out again, "There, that's much better!" I sucked Mick's cock until he groaned in pleasure, this time he pushed my head away, "Bloody hell...that was close. Can I fuck you now?" I stood up, I reached behind my neck and unfastened the button at the back of my dress, then I pulled it off over my head, leaving me standing in front of Mick wearing just my bra and knickers. I tossed my dress over a high branch and then I unfastened my bra and that followed. I let Mick take my knickers off, they didn't follow my bra over the branch...my knickers were stuffed into his trouser pocket. I was pulled over to a tree stump that was conveniently cut by a chainsaw at the height of a stool and conveniently placed so that I could still see Brian and my grandfather. Brian was behind my grandfather, Ron was bent over and Brian was obviously fucking my granddad up his bum as grandpa held onto a tree trunk. Mick sat on the stump with his trousers around his ankles and he pulled me down onto his lap, I was facing him, my knees either side of Mick's hips. Mick was in control until his cock opened my cunt lips and then I took over. I was fucking him so hard that I actually bounced him off of the tree stump, he landed on his back in the mud, my knees in the mud too as I fucked him. This time I didn't make the mistake of letting the boy get free of my clutches, I pinned him down on the floor until I'd had my pleasure out of him, my full measure of pleasure. A condom suddenly flew between the trees and landed with a splat on the ground next to where I was fucking Mick. "Thanks for the shag Mick...but it looks like my grandpa's finished with Brian so I've gor to go now!" I popped my bra into my shoulder bag and pulled my dress over my head, as I walked out of the woods, I was fastening the button at the back of my neck. "Happy darling?" "Very happy thanks grandpa." "Where did you get the condom from?" "Bloke called Mick...he wanted to fuck me so I taxed him a condom to pay for the shag!" Grandpa laughed, "Well, that makes you a whore darling, and me guilty of living off of immoral earnings!" I was giggling as my grandfather's phone rang, he turned the screen to face me, a picture of my mum on his screen...no, not just a picture of my mother...a nude picture of my mother on his phone's screen. He put his finger against his lips to stop me giggling and he pressed the green button on his phone, the phone was between us, my ear pressed to the back of the phone. "Hi Ron...how was Sarah's appointment?" "She had a massive spike in her testosterone level in the last three months so the doctor gave her a second shot of the birth control implant to try and water down the testosterone a little." "Did you get her to school in time for her afternoon lessons?" "No, we didn't get out of hospital until after one o'clock so we would be too late." "Fucking hell, I'm on my way from Wellingborough back to my office in Northampton but I'm sooooo fucking horny, I was hoping to stop off at your place for a little recreational sex on my way through...where's Sarah now?" Grandpa smiled at me, "I've dropped her off at your place...she was going to have a little nap!" "Oh good...get undressed, I won't have long to stop!" The call was ended and Grandpa rushed me to his car. As we drove towards our village grandpa pointed out that I could get almost all the way from our village to the wood along footpaths and green lanes whenever I was horny and needed sex, I wouldn't even have to cross a road. We drove to grandpa's house, "I thought that you'd be taking me home!" "You can sit in my shed and do a little reading...your mum only needs my body for fifteen minutes." I was looking out of the shed's window, I could see the area of my grandfather's living room in front of his open French doors, Grandpa was naked, my mum rushed in and pulled him down onto the carpet and she rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her. I half watched them fucking and half read a story that my grandfather had given me to read in one of his older books. The man in the story was called Ron, like my grandfather, the girl in the book was called Vicky, like my mother...only the Vicky in the story was only ten years old. Ron fucked Victoria every day until his son, John, like my father, asked Vicky to marry him when she was eighteen and Ron went from a daily shag to a shag once a month when Vicky was at her most fertile time of the month and went a little crazy for sex. Grandpa's fifteen minute guess was wildly out, my mum fucked grandpa for closer to forty minutes and she only stopped then because her boss phoned her on her mobile phone with an emergency call back in Wellingborough so she reluctantly got dressed and left my grandfather a broken man. I stood over his naked body, looking down at his red raw cock. "Have you been fucking my mum since she was ten years old grandpa?" He grinned as he nodded his head, me and a dozen other guys, probably a lot more than a dozen. "The doctor's ready to see you now madam!" I was dragged back from my childhood memories...my daydreams from when I was eleven years old and first discovered sex. The oncologist was happy that my sudden drop in testosterone level wasn't caused by any form of cancer so I was wheeled back to my own hormone specialist. This time, I was seen straight away...all of the extra tests had come back from the lab, there was absolutely no pointer to why the sudden change in my inner workings. I was about to leave his office, "Erm Sarah...you said earlier that you moved from the village and into the city...did you get your drinking water from a well in the village?" "Yes, we had our own well in the back garden and an electric pump drew the water up to the kitchen tap." "And now...of course...you take water from the town's water supply that comes from Wales?" I shrugged my shoulders, "It's tap water and we don't pump it ourselves so I guess so." "Do your parents still live in the same cottage?" I nodded my head. He got a sample jar, put one of my printed labels on the jar and scribbled instructions on a plastic bag for the laboratory, "Can you take a sample of the tap water from your parent's house and drop it off at reception...any time in the next couple of months will do but after you collect the sample it is important that you drop it off here as quickly as you can please!" I'd been given a prescription for ninety, high dose, testosterone pills to cover me for the next three months, just one tablet a day until my next appointment, not a year away, I'd been given an emergency appointment in three months time. There was a little of the working day left so I dropped the prescription off at the hospital's pharmacy and while they were making my prescription up, drove straight to my parent's house, mum's car was on the drive, there was a stranger's car across the drive blocking mum's car in. I walked down to the back garden, the back door was, as usual, unlocked. I let myself in, there was the telltale sounds of fucking from the bedroom above the kitchen, I turned the tap on at the kitchen sink, the pump motor kicked into life and I filled the sample jar with tap water. Then I filled a glass as well and was drinking the water as a man's voice above said, "What was that...I thought I heard a sound from the kitchen!" Two minutes later, my mother's voice, "Shit, my daughter's car is parked behind yours out in the street." There was a stampede above, a thunder of feet on the stairs and a man ran out of the front door still fastening his trousers and his shirt in his hand, rather than on his back. Mum walked down totally naked a few seconds later. I asked her if she wanted a drink, a cup of tea or something. "I'd rather have been allowed to finish my shag first darling...what the hell are you doing here today?" I showed her the sample pot, "My specialist needs a sample of our well water, I've got to drop it back at the hospital before it closes tonight." I was suddenly awake...wide awake and wanting to fuck someone...anyone. I was back to my old self and I hadn't actually collected my new testosterone pills yet. I dropped the water sample off at the hospital and collected my new bottle of pills from the pharmacy before going home to my husband in our apartment and I threw him on the floor and started fucking him, he was complaining, "Please Sarah, shave your cunt first, your pussy hairs are killing me!" "Then die you bastard, I'm not going to stop until your balls are empty!"

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 31 “No, not at all,” Barbie replied politely. She had wondered just how pervasive the BDSM training was around the house. She fantasized about her brother keeping HER in a cage in his room so he could use her any time he wanted ever since this started. Becky’s mother was apparently caged for two days as part of her punishment. The fact that Barbie had very little insight into how the Simmon’s family really lived had only served to fuel her imagination that things were far more extreme than they probably were. “Did getting spanked by your son freak you out?” Candy asked while the girls got ready. “Nah, Brody has seen me get spanked plenty of times. I was just glad he didn’t use a ruler. I’ve had my entire ass striped pretty badly. It’s just a little pink. Do you see any bruises?” Candy turned her backside to Barbie so that she could look at it. “No, it’s rosy-red, but I don’t see any real bruising,” Barbie replied. “Do you think it is going to make it difficult to tell Brody what to do after he spanked you?” “Brody usually never did what I told him anyway,” Candy laughed. Barbie was used to her own mother ruling the roost at home. It was surreal to hear Candy admit that she never really had much authority to begin with. It made sense, though. “I hope that little snot gobbler doesn’t try spanking me next!” Becky added. She was straightening her hair and checking herself out in the mirror. “Why not? I thought being spanked helped put you into a more placid and calm mindset?” Barbie asked. “I don’t want my grubby little cousin rubbing his hands all over me,” Becky assured the other girls that it would creep her out. “Yeah, well, if Harlan tells him he can spank you, then you are going to bend over and let your ass whistle while he does,” Candy admitted. “Yeah, but I don’t have to like it!” Becky harrumphed playfully and folded her arms across her bare chest. Becky’s response confused Barbie because she wasn’t sure if she enjoyed being spanked for pleasure or she just liked the way it made her feel after it was all over. Barbie thought spanking was supposed to be a punishment, but she was beginning to see it as more than that. Candy wasn’t sitting down. Her ass stung more than she cared to admit from the spanking she had just received. She was looking at herself in the mirror. She was switching between applying her eyelashes and painting her nails at the same time as she reflected on the intensity of what just happened with Brody. It helped to tune things out, and she liked looking at herself in the mirror – at least at her face. She hated the fact she was pregnant. Candy’s huge tits and swollen tummy turned on a lot of weird customers that liked to suck on her nipples and rub her tummy. Most of her regulars had stuck with her, but it had cut into most of her regular business at the club and made getting table dances much more difficult. “Hey, why don’t you cunts skip the dance and come to the club to make a little scratch?” Candy asked as she applied eyeliner. “You know we aren’t old enough to work there,” Becky grunted angrily. Things were different when Candy was a teenager. They didn’t ask for ID. The manager would smirk and say, “Just remember to bring it next time.” “You don’t have to work there, dumb-dumb,” Candy said. “You two little dick-suckers could work behind the club. I tease them, and then when they get all worked up, I send them out back, and you whores do the pleasing. We split it 50/50,” Candy said. “Shit, anything I earn I am keeping,” Becky blew a breath out of her mouth, dismissively laughing at the very suggestion she split any earnings with her Aunt. “This would be a partnership – an assembly line. I tease them and send them your way. You close the deal. They will already be so horny by the time I send them your way all you have to do is blow on them hard, and they’ll bust their nut,” Candy explained. “I don’t think Miss pretty pussy is ready to go turning tricks behind a titty bar,” Becky sounded tough. She wasn’t sure SHE was ready to be that hardcore herself. She had charged men for sex before plenty of times, but she wasn’t quite as sexually ambitious as her mother or her Aunt. “If Joe tells me to do it with you, I will,” Barbie offered meekly. She was already dressed and ready to go. She didn’t put on a lot of make-up. The dress she was wearing was extraordinarily trashy and showed off a lot of skin. There was so much side-boob showing that it was just a matter of time before one of her tits popped out for an extreme wardrobe malfunction. There was a good chance she’d get kicked out of the dance. She would do whatever Joe decided. Becky didn’t challenge her. She didn’t want to seem like she was the one who had reservations about her Aunt’s suggestion. So if it’s a partnership, how come you keep half and we share a half?” Becky inquired. “Fine, we each get a fourth,” Candy offered like a dumb bimbo. Barbie corrected her that the money split three ways would be in thirds. “Yeah, but Dylan and Joe will want money to stand guard out there, and I’ll have to pay the bouncer who watches the back parking lot to look the other way,” Candy was streetwise savvy and a lot better at understanding how to set up scams than either Becky or Barbie would ever be, The cops had recently begun harassing customers at the Landing Strip. They didn’t want to shut it down. They were some of the best customers at the bar. They just wanted an increased cut of profits for protection money. Most of the girls did what they called a “Tip” in the private dance area. They would let men stick the tips of their cock inside of them. “The local cops have been busting us for it. You girls can do tips, sucks, blows, full-on fucky-sucky out there behind the bar! No one will give a shit.” “I don’t want to fuck strangers behind a stinky dumpster, Candy,” Becky was now dressed for the dance as well. She had on a little more make-up, but her dress was just as trashy as the one Barbie had on. The difference was that Becky CHOSE that dress from the ones in her closet. Barbie elected to emulate Becky’s make-up and apply more blue eyeshadow and cherry red lipstick. You can easily make five hundred bucks each,” Candy said. The words resonated with Becky, and she heard a cash-register go off in her mind. Candy sweetened the deal and said that as long as the girls were nice to the bouncer that watches the back parking lot, he’ll probably bring out some Xima for them to drink. “What the fuck is a Xima?” Becky asked. “It’s like a Whiteclaw but from the 1990s. It tastes like shit, but it will get you fucked up with a quickness,” Candy smiled at her niece. Becky looked at Barbie to see if she would really be interested in her Aunt’s offer. It was started to sound pretty good to Becky. Barbie was about to say that it would really be up to Joe if she participated or not when Harlan threw the doors open. “Still fiddle-fucking around? You bitches would play with yourself all night if a man didn’t keep you in line. Get in the fucking truck! NOW!” he demanded. He wasn’t angry with Becky and Barbie, but he was clearly impatient about leaving, and most of his focus was on his sister because she was still not dressed or ready. “Hold your horses, Harlan! You can’t rush perfection!” Candy was the only one still naked. She was putting in some earrings and clearly taking her time getting ready. Harlan grabbed her and hurried the other two girls out. “You are riding in the back of the truck anyway,” he commented. Candy protested and grabbed at her stripper outfit as Harlan dragged her through the trailer outside where Dylan and Joe were waiting. Dylan looked incredibly impressed with his date. Barbie was stunning. Joe was impressed at how slutty his little sister looked. It was a total transformation as the blonde girls approached the truck. “There ain’t no room in the cab for your fat ass,” Harlan helped his sister into the back of the truck. “Harlan, I am fucking pregnant,” she reminded him. He threw her G-string and bikini top at her. “Don’t worry. I’ll drop your fat ass first! You can put your outfit on in the back of the truck, so you are ready to dance as soon as I drop you off!” he insisted. “I need my make-up caboodle and a coat or something! It’s windy, Harlan!” Candy’s protests were ignored. Becky quickly told Joe and Dylan about Candy’s offer and asked them what they thought. “Do you still want to go to the dance? I am down to do whatever,” she asked as if it didn’t matter to her what they decided. She would go along with whatever the plan was for the evening. Joe thought about what Candy’s offer as they rode in the cab of the truck. Five hundred dollars sounded like total bullshit but it would be nice to have that money. There were a lot of things he could do with it. His sister had only lost her virginity (to him) the previous night. She had been giving blowjobs but she had never been properly fucked in the ass either. Becky may have been rough and ready to throw down with whoever and whatever behind a strip club but he didn’t think his sister would be ready. She certainly looked eager but it was all up to him now. Dylan didn’t seem concerned one way or the other. Becky may have behaved submissively at times but it was pretty obvious that she was a force of nature and would do what she was going to do regardless of the consequences to herself or anyone around her if she made her mind up about it. Dylan has his hand around Barbie’s tummy, acting like a lap belt as the old truck bounced along on its worn out springs. Joe put his arm much higher around Becky, feeling her tits under his forearm. Of course Becky had complained about him getting fresh with her but after a couple of half-hearted attempts to pull his arm down off her chest, she gave up. His arm did feel nice pushing her nipples into her juggling boobs anyway, she decided. The Landing Strip was only a half a mile away from the school. The club owners often wrote a note welcoming Graduating Seniors to consider applying for a job at the club right after they graduated. When Harlan stopped the truck next to the Landing Strip, he rapped on the cab roof to tell Candy to get out then sighed before opening his door and getting out to help Candy down, muttering about how he was going to be late. Candy hadn’t grabbed a jacket but she had managed to get her cigarettes. She was puffing on a smoke when they pulled up. She had managed to put on her skimpy pink T-bar thong and bikini top she’d wear to dance in. She took her time getting out of the truck. Joe reached down and opened his door too, pushing Becky off his lap and out the door. “We’ll walk from here Mr. Simmons,” Joe said. Harlan nodded approvingly. He really didn’t care and it was one less stop for him. He trusted Joe and Dylan to protect the girls during the short walk to the High School. “We really doing this?” Barbie asked as her feet hit the ground. “We’re getting out so Harlan doesn’t have to backtrack,” Joe assured his date. “He doesn’t mind,” Becky assured him. “You ever wonder why your dad always seems to be grumpy?” Joe asked Becky. “No, of course not. He’s just lazy and stuff. Don’t mind him. We don’t,” she said. “And THAT’S why he’s always grumpy!” Joe declared. “We can either walk down the road to the school or talk more about the opportunity Candy suggested. Just not with her terms. They suck.” “Five hundred smackers doesn’t sound too sucky to me!” Becky exclaimed quietly so her father wouldn’t hear. Harlan honked once and drove off to visit Fred and concoct some get-rich scheme after borrowing some money from him. Candy stood in the parking lot and took a drag. “Okay, good. You want to make some money instead of doing some foolish high school dance. Go around to the back and strip down. Give me about thirty minutes to work it out with the bouncer and start sending customers back to you. 20 dollars for head, 50 dollars for a straight fuck and a hundred for anything they want. The trick will pay Dylan or Joe that way no money ever changes hands with you. Dylan and Joe will work security and keep you two little gashes focused on sucking and fucking instead of fucking around and playing with yourselves, Sound like a plan, Stan?” “Why do you get to set the price?” Joe asked. “Those are standard street prices. If you start undercutting the other sluts inside the club they will get wind of it and come out side and slice your asses up,” Candy advised them. “What if we can get more?” Joe said. “If you can get more then get more. These customers know the prices around here but maybe you can get a big spender who wants to pay extra for a piece of that High School pie,” Candy explained. “Why should we cut you in on any of this?” Joe asked. “I am the one who will be funneling customers outside to you. This is a team effort. If you two cunts want to keep coming back here and making money we all need to be on the same page about this. I’ll know if you are shorting me when it’s over,” Candy said. She didn’t seem to mind standing out in a dark parking lot wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini and smoking a cigarette as cars drove past and honked. She frequently flipped them off but otherwise ignored them. “I think we’ll go to the dance, what do you say Dylan?” Joe said. “Your offer sounds good and maybe we’ll do it some other Saturday night but we have other plans for Becky and Barbie tonight.” Dylan nodded that he’d rather go to the dance. “Becky, if you want to stay here and work the dumpster you are more than welcome to do that. If you want to be my date you need to keep up,” Joe started walking toward the high school. He never asked his sister what she wanted. “You fucking high school losers,” Candy called out after them. “You’ll be back!” she shouted as they left. “Next time, I won’t be as generous!” “Well, you just flushed five hundred bucks down the crapper,” Becky criticized Joe’s hasty decision as they walked down a side street to get to the high school. There weren’t any cars and it was dark but it was still possible someone could see them. Joe grabbed Becky and pushed her into a small alleyway between two stores. “Bend over and stick your ass out,” he insisted. “What? Just because I let my Daddy spank me at home doesn’t mean you are the boss of...” Becky started to complain. Joe cut her off mid-rant and pulled her dress completely off over her head leaving her in nothing but a pair of high heels. “I am NOT going anywhere with you while you are talking like this. You NEED a spanking. You could have had it over your dress. You’ll get it completely bare-ass now. Press your tits to the brick wall and stick your ass out,” he insisted. Becky hissed and looked at her brother for help. Dylan was too busy stifling a laugh. He held her dress in his hands so that Joe could deliver a spanking. Joe pushed Becky into the wall and made her raise her hands above her hand and press them flat against the cool brick of an old building. “How many?” she asked reluctantly. “Twenty!” Joe turned to his sister and told her to strip as well. He asked Dylan to give his sister an attitude adjustment of her own. Barbie had done nothing wrong and barely spoken on the trip. She didn’t complain when Joe told her to strip completely. She removed her dress and assumed the same position as Becky. Her pussy was dripping wet in anticipation and a little bit of white foam had started to slip off her clit. The risk that they might be caught by someone who happened to be strolling down the sidewalk on a Saturday night in this part of town only heightened the adrenalin that was pumping through her veins. The shops in this part of town were only open until 5pm and it was pretty unlikely but there was still the possibility a cop or a homeless guy would happen upon them. “You can spank my sister anytime she gets uppity,” Joe assured Dylan that would be fine. Dylan had a great deal of practice spanking women. He knew how to cup his hands and deliver a nice solid strike. The two boys began spanking the girls and making them both count. They insisted the girls speak loud enough that they could be easily heard when they tried to keep their voices down. Joe did ask some affirmation questions. “Why do you insist on being such a bitch?” “Two, thank you Joe! I was just born this way. I can’t help it,” she said. Joe didn’t accept that answer. He spanked Becky harder and told her to call him Sir. “Three, thank you Sir! I am not calling you sir at the dance!” she insisted. “You and Barbie will call ALL men Sir at the dance, because you are going to be turning tricks and trying to flirt with them. You are not going to be little toxic brats laughing at them or talking down to them. I am going to make sure that you both behave yourself to maximize your earnings!” he said as he spanked her again. “Four, thank you Sir! I thought you said you wanted to dance?” she asked. Her father usually directed all the questions during affirmations but Becky had one of her own. “We will dance, cunt. You are going to dance with a lot of boys tonight. Grind on them, tease them, and then whisper in their ear that you can take them outside and give them a good time! 20 for a BJ, 50 for a straight fuck,” he said as he spanked Becky’s pert well-rounded bubble butt. Every swat pushed her nipples into the scratchy brick and made them harder. “Five, thank you Sir! What about anal?” Becky didn’t refuse the plan. She just wanted to know their expectations. “No anal. Your cunts and mouths are going to be sore tomorrow! They can play with your ass but no dicks. We’ll stop at the convenient store and get some condoms. Barbie will show you how I want you to put them on the guys. Dylan and I will trade off being inside the dance to watch over the two of you so you are polite. Anytime you are rude we’ll punish you at the dance!” he said as he spanked his date again. “Six, thank you Sir! So if one of you is inside then the other one is outside?” Barbie asked. “Smart cunt, yes. One of us will be outside acting as security and handling the money. You never touch a dime of it and when you are done tonight we’ll search you from top to bottom and in every crevice to make sure you haven’t hidden any cash on your body,” he said as she slapped Becky’s tight ass so hard it jiggled. “Seven, thank you Sir! Jesus Christ, how many dicks do you think we are going to take tonight?” Becky’s tone sounded reluctant but her facial expression was genuine excitement. “You wanted five hundred dollars each, and at 50 bucks a pop, I’d imagine that is going to take at least 40 cocks for all of us to walk away with five hundred,” he said as he spanked her. Becky had never done the math on how many men she’d have to service under her sisters plan. She was terrible at math in school. Barbie on the other hand knew it would also take a hundred blow jobs at 20 dollars each to reach that goal. “Eight, thank you Sir! How come you and Dylan get as much as us? We are the ones doing all the work?” she asked. Joe flipped Becky around and put his hands around her throat. He forced her legs apart and looked her in her eyes. “Dylan and I will be running security, handling the money, and most of all be responsible for keeping your attitude in check. You don’t have to think. You don’t have to count money. You don’t have to do anything except behave, obey and bend over. If you don’t make two thousand by the end of the night I’ll frog march your ass back to the Landing Strip and force you to suck cock until you make up the difference. Do we have an understanding?” he asked. Joe didn’t ask directly for consent or permission but he was clearly making it obvious that Becky could still walk away from the deal. “We could make a lot more if you let us use our dookie holes. We could get a hundred for that,” Becky suggested. He began to spank her tits. “No anal, not tonight. We are going to do this like a factory model. You pump and hump and then move on to the next one. Now stop ASKING questions or I am going to start your attitude adjustment over. You can ask questions later,” Joe took control over the spanking and continued to give her the remaining swats across her tits. Meanwhile Dylan didn’t ask Barbie many questions. He was still a little shocked that his bookworm date was suddenly such a willing slut. “You are okay with all of this?” “Eight, thank you Sir! Yes Sir, I am okay with you spanking me,” she replied submissively. She wished Joe was spanking her but she accepted that Dylan was simply an extension of her brother’s wishes. “No, I mean turning tricks at a high school dance?” Dylan asked as he deftly spanked the pretty girl’s bottom again. “Nine, thank you Sir! I have never done it before but I am willing to do whatever my brother wants. I wanted to tell you a different way but I belong to him and obey him now. I am sorry about that,” she apologized. “Nothing to be sorry about,” Dylan smiled. “That’s your choice. I kind of got the message at dinner when you stripped down in front of us that something was going on between you two,” he chuckled as he spanked her hard. He didn’t ask her any personal questions that were part of the affirmation. When Joe was finally finished with Becky he tossed her the dress she had on and told her to put it on. She was going to complain and lash out at him but she found restraint. No one had ever spanked her like this in public before. She secretly liked it and she hated herself for being so transparent about it. She bent over and shimmied into the dress. Joe folded his arms and waited for her to say something after she finished dressing. “What?” Becky asked. “I am waiting for you to thank me for dressing you down. You were obviously overdue for an attitude adjustment after dinner. I also want some gratitude you for agreeing to help you earn five hundred dollars tonight,” Joe smiled with confidence. He would never have dared to speak this way but his time ruling over his sister had emboldened him. “Thank you Sir for the attitude adjustment. I was being a bitch,” Becky looked down at her shoes and adjusted her dress. She didn’t want to make eye contact. She grumbled a little about the fact she was helping him earn five hundred as well. “What was that? I didn’t hear you. Speak up?” Joe didn’t let Becky get away with grumbling. “I said thank you for helping me earn five hundred dollars, Sir. I’ll do it your way,” she promised. “Dylan and I are in charge tonight. You will obey us both tonight,” Joe said that as much for Becky’s benefit as his sister’s benefit. “Whatever one of us says goes for both of you. It is much simpler if you obey the same rules,” Joe explained as they walked toward the school. One the way they stopped in a drug store and bought two large packs of a hundred condoms and at Becky’s request a Monster Energy drink and some K-Y jelly. Joe even bought her a pack of cigarettes but said he would dole those out as she earned them. The dirty old man behind the cash register commented when he saw the volume of contraceptives the kids were buying. “Wow, you really are stocking up!” he joked. He eyed the two slutty girls and imagined them both getting fucked with their legs above their heads after the dance tonight. “Actually, the girls can suck your cock for twenty or you can fuck one of them for fifty,” Joe looked the man right in the eye. “Your shitting me?” the man was from Turkey and his accent was a little thick. He was delighted by the offer but unsure of how serious they were. “Nope, pick one of them. Cash only,” Joe smiled like a new Tycoon about to mint his first million. “Why pick one? Can I have both?” the cashier asked. Chapter 32 “if you pay twice the money!” Becky shot back. She was incensed the cashier had to even think about who he would pick. She expected him to pick her. Becky was a pretty girl but she had tremendously low self-esteem and secretly envied Barbie’s natural good looks. She hated her freckles and so many things about her body including her very meaty pussy lips. “You don’t negotiate. You don’t do anything,” Joe insisted. He smiled at the cashier and told him that for a forty dollar donation both girls would suck his cock and if he wanted to donate a hundred dollars he could fuck both of them. “What am I donating for?” the cashier asked. Joe said donation because he didn’t want to be charged with prostitution. He didn’t know what the laws were but he assumed that technically a voluntary donation in exchange for some company with the two girls was going to be perfectly legal. “My buddy Ferris needs a new kidney,” Joe lied. There was a subplot in the movie “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” to establish a “Save Ferris” fund because people believed he needed a new kidney. “Okay, I take two ladies go down on me. We do this in cooler? You boys don’t steal anything while you wait? I have cameras,” he pointed to two cameras in the store and moved to lock the doors to his store. There weren’t many customers at this time of night and no one was in the store. “Very nuh-ice,” Dylan held up two thumbs and imitated Borat after the Turkish man handed them two crisp twenty dollar bills. The cashier sounded a bit like the cartoonish Khazikstan main character Borat. “My sister is number four prostitute in all Khazikstan!” he quoted the movie. Becky punched him on the shoulder playfully. She was nervous despite all of her tough talk. She sold her panties to the janitor and had plenty of sex before but she had never really done anything quite as ambitious as let her brother and date pimp her out for sex. Barbie was nervous as well but after sucking off the construction worker the day previously she was ready for this. She took the gentleman’s hand and led him into his cooler where he stocks the milk and beer. It was cold and her nipples instantly hardened upon entry. The girls both felt incredibly awkward about what they were about to do. “I am very clean, you do not need condom!” the cashier noticed that Becky had already opened one they had recently bought. “You are going to like this,” she squatted in front of him still wearing her homecoming dress. It was incredibly flimsy and did little to shield her from the cool air. She put the condom on her tongue and then unzipped his pants. Barbie used her mouth only to fish his dick out and then wrapped the condom down the base of his cock with her mouth. Becky was impressed. “This one too!” the cashier insisted that he get his money worth and both women lovingly lick his cock. Barbie and Becky had never participated in a simultaneous blowjob. At first they took turns licking his condom-wrapped cock and sucking it. The cashier insisted they do it together. Barbie put her mouth on one side of the man’s stubby cock. Becky put her mouth on the other and their lips touched. They began to kiss each other around the cock and as their tongues jousted around the flesh of his organ began to cum furiously into the condom sock. “Oh, Yarrağımın antifrizi!” The man exclaimed a Turkish slang for antifreeze on his cock as he spasmed and exploded into the condom. “Too fast! Too fast! Over too fast!” he began to complain. Becky grinned and shrugged that was all his own fault. Barbie looked empathetic and sucked the condom off the man’s prick – careful not to let any of his drippings fall out. She put the condom to her lips and sucked his cum in and then blew a bubble for him with it. Then she spit it back into the condom before passing it to Becky to do the same. The cashier was delighted to watch the teenage girl play with his cum after the condom was removed from his now flaccid penis. “Fuck that,” Becky pushed the condom aside. She was done and had earned her money as far as she was concerned. Barbie graciously brought the condom back to her mouth and squirted the contents into her mouth to recycle it. She played with it and puffed her cheeks up like a chipmunk before letting some drip down her chin and then sucking it back up. She took the man by the hand and led him back out of the cooler. “This one I like,” the Cashier indicated Barbie. He had nothing nice to say about Becky’s involvement. Instead of yelling at the man, Becky immediately felt competitive. She wanted to be the one who gave the best head. “Why?” Joe asked. “Just watch how she plays with my cum? So joyous,” the cashier pointed out that Barbie was still holding his cum in her mouth and she showed the others before spitting it into the condom and saving it. As they walked out of the store Becky demanded to know what that was all about. Joe quickly explained how recycling worked and said that he expected Becky to do the same thing. She refused on the grounds it was disgusting and unnecessary. “It was his own fault he came first but he wasn’t happy. We’ll make getting business easier if we have happy customers. Put on a little show. You are going to learn to recycle just like my sister unless you are too scared?” Joe asked. Becky KNEW that was reverse psychology but she took the bait anyway. The girls kissed the cashier’s cum back and forth a few times as they approached the dance before Barbie finally spit it into the condom. “You’ll keep a master condom. Every time you fill it you can either dance with one of us or have a smoke break outside. If you smoke you will remove your clothes except for your high heels and assume whatever position we tell you,” Joe made up a rule on the fly. They quickly identified an area behind the school cafeteria dumpster that they would be taking boys tonight. “It smells like ass back here,” Becky complained. “You would know!” Dylan teased his sister playfully. She punched his arm playfully. “Okay, this stops right now,” Joe insisted. “If this operation is going to work you two can’t just be brother and sister. Dylan is your boss tonight. He is going to keep you on track and focused on earning money. He is going to punish you as he sees fit when necessary. You are going to be two cum hounds inside the dance. We’ll point out who you should flirt with and you make the offer. You’ll take them outside and FULLY undress except for your shoes and they will hand the donation to Dylan or me. Then you’ll give them what they paid for with a condom just like you saw at the store. You will transfer the cum after they are done and let them watch you play with it. You’ll get dressed after they leave and go back inside to tease up another boy,” “Why do you get to pick who we go up to, Sir?” Becky asked. “I know what kind of boys will pay for sex at homecoming – boys without dates. You are going to flirt with nerds and losers and make them feel like kings tonight. Boys with dates aren’t going to pay for sex if they have a chance with their date,” Joe said. Initially, Dylan waited at the dumpster and Joe went inside with the girls. The music was pumping and people were already dancing and frolicking. Joe picked two boys right off the bat who were standing up against the wall together. They were underclassman about Kevin’s age. They had pimples and were short, awkward and exactly the kind of boys Becky hated. “Hey, wanna dance?” She smiled at them as Barbie and her swayed in front of them. The boys initially thought she was talking to someone else. They didn’t acknowledge her. She had to repeat the offer and even then they were unsure why. The song was “M to the B” and the girls danced only thirty seconds with the boys. Barbie knew them from Honor Society. She was dancing with Gary and Barbie was dancing with Wyatt. The boys had no idea how to dance and tried to slow dance with the girls. It worked out perfectly because Barbie could feel Gary’s hard dick pressed against her dress. He apologized and moved away when he realized she noticed. “It’s fine Gary,” she pulled him closer to her. Gary’s mind was blown. He had never touched a girl much less slow-danced with one – even though the music was pretty fast. “We could have a lot more fun outside in the parking lot,” she blew into ear. “I don’t have a car. Wyatt’s mom dropped us off,” Gary admitted. Barbie smiled because she was clearly in charge of this interaction. “We don’t need a car where we are going. Do you have a little money? My friend and are I collecting for charity and we’ll do anything for a donation,” Barbie whispered. “No, I am not really interested in charity,” Gary shrugged. Barbie reached down between his legs and squeezed his cock. “Even if this charity was going to help you become a man tonight, Sir?” she asked a very stunned and excited Gary. He was seeing a whole new side to Barbie and he loved it. Gary didn’t take much convincing after the generous dick-squeeze. Once he heard that Barbie would be willing to fuck him for fifty dollars he was sold. “Becky will fuck Wyatt for fifty as well, Sir” Gary didn’t question his good fortune. He patted his friend on the shoulder, whispered something in his ear and Wyatt smiled broadly. Becky was the one who was shocked that Barbie had moved so fast. Becky was still processing everything that had happened tonight. She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to obey Joe or fuck nerds at the high school dance. It definitely wasn’t what she had in mind when she agreed to be his date. Becky was confused. The more time she spent with Joe, the more she liked him yet at the same time, the more demanding he was getting. For example, he said he was cool with her smoking but he even wanted to control that. She had made no secret of the fact that she liked to smoke either. Joe had told her she’d have to follow his rules if she wanted one of the smokes he bought for her from the convenience store and that just pissed her off. Yet she hadn’t demanded that he just give her the pack so she could smoke when she wanted to. She kept asking herself why she was following instead of leading in this arrangement. What was wrong with her? It was like some part of her WANTED to be controlled. As for Barbie, that confused her as well. What was she doing hanging out with a miss goody-good? And one who was a secret slut? Becky never would have guessed that Barbie could look right at a boy’s joystick and not immediately go running home to momma. Instead, she’d shown Becky how to dress it in a raincoat using only her mouth. How could she know something about sex that Becky herself didn’t? At least Becky could say that her technique when sucking dick was superior to Barbie’s. It was like Barbie had hardly ever sucked one and was delighted at the chance to experiment. As for playing with the slime at the end though, Becky felt like Barbie was trying to make HER run away screaming. Her family had initially laughed and laid bets on how long it’d take for Barbie to bail at the trailer. They knew they were over the top and their lifestyle would freak out most people. Now she felt like Barbie and Joe were trying to see how much SHE could take or how low she would sink. The worst part was that Becky didn’t hate Barbie. That was the most confusing thing to Becky. She even hated her long-time best friend at the trailer park but Barbie was just so easy to like. Becky even felt something when she’d looked into Barbie’s eyes and fed her a hotdog at dinner time and it wasn’t just the usual contempt. Sure, she’d enjoyed the moment of terror in Barbie’s eyes when the slut had sucked the hotdog into her throat right from Becky’s mouth but she’d actually been impressed Barbie had managed it. She herself had puked the first time. Something was going on in her head that she both hated and loved almost equally. Barbie had accepted her warts and all and was being friendly to her instead of hateful and Becky didn’t understand that. Worse, as hard as she fought it, Becky was starting to like Barbie. The same thing was happening with Joe. The more he pushed her, the more she enjoyed it and the harder it was becoming, to shut him down. She’d even allowed him to strip her, bend over and spank her. Then she’d THANKED him! It was exciting and new and nothing like how things were at home. Well almost nothing like that. Once the girls walked outside the school to the dumpster they met up with Dylan. He calmly insisted the girls get undressed behind the dumpster first. He didn’t want the boys they bring back there thinking this was a scam. If the girls were willing to strip that would be a sign they were really down to fuck after all. Becky and Barbie undressed behind the dumpster and stood in the moonlight waiting for Dylan to finish collecting the money. The boys handed over the money without quibbling. Dylan joked by repeating a quote he often heard his father use “Attention pussy shoppers! Take advantage of our penny pussy sale! If you buy one piece of pussy at the regular price, you get another piece of pussy of equal or lesser value for only a penny!!” The humor made things seem less awkward and a little more fun. “Just do IT here?” Gary asked as he looked around. It was isolated and smelly behind the dumpster but there wasn’t any place to lay down on the ground. “Come here, Sir” Barbie called to him and when he approached she squatted down. She unrolled a condom with her tongue and unzipped his pants. She pulled them down and applied the condom. Then she showed him how to take her bent over at the dumpster. “Well, what are you waiting on Wyatt?” Becky said to her date. Dylan shook his head and told her to call him Sir. “Your one and only warning, Becky!” Becky wanted to flip off her brother but she didn’t. She thought about turning on her heel and heading down to her sister’s club. The main reason she didn’t was she knew she couldn’t do this on her own. She was afraid she might just chicken out. She felt safer with Dylan watching over her while she was naked and vulnerable. She liked that he was holding the money so that the kid didn’t grab it back and run off with it. Becky didn’t mind having to call Wyatt sir- as long as her brother was the one telling her she had to do it. There was a part of her that secretly derived pleasure from getting rammed behind a dumpster. Wyatt had a huge dick compared to a lot of guys twice his size. That night Becky would learn that most nerds did have pretty large dicks compared to some other boys. It was kind of ironic that they were the least likely to get to use them –at least on girls. Wyatt was awkard and he kept saying nice things to Becky about the way her hair smelled and how pretty she was. It disgusted Becky and she wished he’d just be quiet and fuck her from behind. He took his time and really pounded her pussy. Barbie was already done with Gary after 10 minutes. She kneeled and sucked the full condom off his dick. Then she sucked his cum into her mouth, played with it, showed it to Gary and spit it back into the condom to save it. Becky thought Barbie was truly a freaky bitch now. When Wyatt finally came she didn’t hesitate to perform the same show for him. She was proud of how Wyatt’s little nerd mind was blown watching her spit his cum back in the condom. It didn’t take that long and it didn’t taste that bad. She sucked it back out of the condom just the way that Barbie had done so she could play with it a little more. She wasn’t prepared when Barbie embraced her, sucked the cum out of her mouth and then spit it back. Wyatt and Gary would have stayed to talk to them more and watch more of the show but Dylan hustled them back to the dance. “I am not a Lez,” Barbie wiped her mouth after they left. “I know,” Barbie smiled playfully. “I just thought we should play with their cum together. You didn’t have a problem kissing me during Flappy Friday,” she said. “That’s different and I wasn’t kissing you. I was choking you with a hot dog,” Barbie half-smirked. The two of them got dressed and returned to the dance to fish for another pair of nerds. Joe had two guys lined up and he even sold them on the prices. “You will fuck us? For fifty bucks?” one of them asked. “Yes Sir,” Barbie smiled in agreement and took the boys hand. They repeated this excercise three times before Joe took over for Dylan outside and the two boys switched places. Each time the girls spit the cum into a condom after they were done and filled it up. Becky got a chance to smoke one cigarette and Barbie danced with her brother for a single song before they went outside again. Joe warned Dylan that some of the teachers may be getting suspicious. “There were a couple of guys who didn’t go for the price and may have told one of the teachers. Just be discreet when you ask guys if they are interested and if you can line them up before the girls come back in that’s even better,” he said. “Why don’t I just bring the guys out and you keep the girls out here?” Dylan suggested. ““That’s brilliant. We can save more time if they stay naked and just keep fucking and sucking,” Joe didn’t ask Barbie or Becky if that would be fine with them. He told them to hand them their dresses but keep their heels on. “The heels make your legs look sexy,” he said. Becky hated to admit that she was flattered by Joe and the more tricks she turned for him the more compliant she was becoming. Joe snapped a picture of the girls naked individually and together so that he could show boys who might be interested to make sure they knew that this was for real. “You better delete that from your phone when this is all over, SIR” Becky complained as her brother was leaving to round up a new batch of paying customers. “Hands up against the dumpster,” Joe insisted that Becky raise her hands above her head and push out her ass for another spanking. He had managed to pilfer a ruler from one of the classrooms in the school and had hidden it in his coat pocket. “What did I do wrong, Sir?” Becky pouted. She had obeyed his rules – although she hadn’t really embraced them. She called boys Sir but it was usually said sarcastically like she was patronizing them. “This is a maintenance beating, Becky. You too Barbie – hands against the dumpster. If Joe comes back before I finish I’ll pick up where I left off. You two sluts are doing well but you need your attitudes in check. I am in charge out here. I am watching over you. I am your security. If anyone gets too rough I’ll put a stop to it,” he said as he began spanking his date’s ass with a ruler. He made her count and thank him for everyone and Becky didn’t complain. She was impressed he’d dare spank her like this again. The fact that Barbie was so willing to submit to a spanking also made it easier for Becky to accept as well. If she had been alone with Joe she might have been more inclined to set conditions or argue. Barbie didn’t argue or set conditions to how long or hard her brother could spank her ass. She wasn’t sassy and ruthless like Candy. She wasn’t a total tramp or pain slut like her mother. Becky hated to admit it but she was starting to feel envious of Barbie and wanted to be more like her. Dylan didn’t need that long to find some guys to fuck the girls. He brought out a big hulk of a kid known as “Flick” and Duncan. Duncan was the boy who frequently rode with Joe and Barbie on the bus. He was grinning from ear to ear. Joe was inclined to give him a discount but Dylan had already collected the money. “Do you want to fuck your girlfriend?” Joe joked. Duncan liked to pretend Barbie was his girlfriend around his mother. Duncan was also painfully shy and had self-esteem issues. He looked down at his shoes and blushed. “Sorry dude, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Joe apologized. “I am not sure which one I’d like to fuck. Becky Simmons is hot as well,” Duncan replied. “Damn straight I am, Sir” Becky pretended to strike a match on her naked ass with her finger and then blew it out. “Can I look at them first?” Duncan asked. At first Joe was a little puzzled. He had no problem lining up a date for the girls. The boys usually decided which of the pair of sluts they wanted to fuck. “Full Show Girl” Joe ordered. It was the first time he had used that command for a position since he wrote it into the rule. Barbie knew it very well though because she practiced it when she was alone and she had been the one to write all the rules by hand. She assumed a position standing with one leg forward and her knee bent. She had her Foot slightly turned outward touching the ground directly in front of her back foot, while resting her weight on her back foot. She put her hands behind her head and interlaced them with her elbows back and extended like wings. Becky had no idea what that position was supposed to be for. It didn’t take long for her to figure out how to adopt it as well. “Mouths wide open, girls,” Joe insisted. “Let the customers see what they are renting,” he encouraged the boys to come up and touch the girls. He let Flick and Duncan pull their nipples, touch their wet pussies and even look in their mouths. Becky felt intensely humiliated and extremely turned on. Barbie did too and even though a part of her wanted to shut it all down she continued bravely allowing the boys to even pull her ass cheeks apart. “You can look but don’t put anything in their asses. Too many tacos,” Joe joked. He wanted to be the first one to take Barbie’s ass and he genuinely felt that it would be too much for his sister tonight anyway. She was holding up like a champion. Her pussy was dripping wet and her nipples were extremely hard. Duncan and Flick both wanted Barbie. Becky was livid and about to say something crass when another boy approached the dumpster. She knew him – he had been trying to get into her jeans since seventh grade. Joe started a line and from then on it was rare that there wasn’t at least one boy waiting his turn for one of the girls. They rarely gave blowjobs but even when they did they kissed the cum back and forth after they were finished before spitting it into the condom. Becky earned the opportunity to smoke another cigarette when she filled one of the bags but because she had customers waiting she said she’d take a rain check for later. They had fucked at least twenty boys and given head to at least ten by the time the first teacher walked outside. Each time new boys came out to join them the girls assumed the position show girl position and let them feel them up before choosing to fuck them. Barbie and Becky were starting to bond through their shared experiences and humiliations. Mr. Pricer was a younger teacher in his thirties. He taught Social studies but his main job was assistant coach. “Joe, Dylan? What the fuck is going on here?” he asked. A wave of sudden fear and panic washed through the group including two of the boys who were caught mid-fuck. “I am really disappointed in you boys,” he sounded serious and they assumed that they were all going to be expelled. “You have this prime trim out here and you don’t think of old Coach Pricer? I hope you aren’t thinking of charging me to dip my wick?” “No, we’d never think of that, Coach!” Joe laughed – suddenly relieved that he wouldn’t be suspended from school or worse. Becky didn’t even complain that he was going to get a freebie. The coach could have easily had them all thrown out of school. “Aren’t you in my social studies class?” Pricer asked her as Becky slid down to her knees and rolled a condom onto his cock with her tongue. “Yes Sir, I’ve been in there since the start of the year,” she replied. Her voice was muffled as she began to suck his cock lovingly. “I don’t really take attendance. I just call out the names,” Pricer admitted. He closed his eyes enraptured by the young lips around his dick. “I know,” Becky giggled a little onto his cock. It was heavenly to him to feel her laughter on his pecker. “You are a pretty good dick sucker. How about you let me take you for a ride and I’ll make sure you get all A’s this year,” he said. Becky stood up and turned around so that he could fuck her from behind. She looked over her shoulder. “I’ve been getting all A’s and I never turn in any work, Sir” she fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Yeah, I don’t actually check homework or tests. I just hand out assignments to make it look like I am teaching,” Pricer said as he let his dick sink into Becky’s pink. “I know, Sir” Becky giggled. His balls were heavy and long and they slapped against her thighs as he started to fuck her. “Do we really need to use this condom? I’ve had a vasectomy,” Pricer asked. “It isn’t up to me, it is up to boss-man,” she pointed to Joe. Dylan was watching his coach as well. “They like to see us play with the cum after the guy finishes,” she said. “Hey guys?” Pricer asked Joe and Dylan for their attention. He raised his thumb and offered them a look of approval. “I had no idea you were such perverts. I am going to have to revise my level of respect for you after this.” “Thanks Coach!” Dylan and Joe grinned. Dylan started to walk away. “Hey, where ya going? I thought you wanted to watch?” Pricer continued to fuck Dylan’s sister at a medium pace. “Need to bring back some PAYING customers, Coach” Dylan replied with a playful grin. “Why didn’t you say so? When I finish I’ll send out the Offensive Line and some of the other coaches that I know would like to play with some hot teenage girls,” Pricer offered to send out loyal players and some fellow perverted teachers. Joe and Dylan respected their coach tremendously. They were happy to have this support. Barbie was already sweating and her pussy was sore. She had only recently had sex for the first time and now she was getting plowed with very little break by cock after cock in the back of the high school. She tried to make it special and make the boy feel like she craved his dick at first. After a dozen or more boys fucked her she was finding it more difficult to make each sexual encounter a meaningful one. She was bent over and holding her knees with her ass facing the boys. They stuck fingers in to her ass and played with it but Joe was very insistent no one fuck her ass. Barbie wouldn’t have minded – she was prepared to be a three-hole whore now. She had accepted money for sex. As far as she was concerned this was yet another milestone in her education as a good slut. It meant that she would always be someone who accepted money for sex and that made her a whore. She embraced it as much as she could and bucked and gyrated herself onto the dicks when the boys failed to fuck her hard. Some pulled her hair, some slapped her butt but most were surprisingly gentle. They rode her and got their rocks off. Then she would pivot and kneel down in front of their flaccid cock to suck the condom back off. She would play with the cum and frequently kiss it into Becky’s mouth before spitting it back into another condom with the mixed juices of a Dozen high school boys. It usually blew the boys minds. There were some who were used to seeing intense porn that took it for granted but most found it incredibly erotic to see the once shy bookworm acting like a wanton cum-gargling slut. Barbie knew her reputation was pretty much ruined at this stage. She knew most of the nerdy boys who had paid to fuck her. She tried not to wonder what they would say or do when they saw her on Monday but she often over-thought things and couldn’t help speculating. She assumed some would expect sex on demand next week. Barbie would tell them to talk to Joe. There would be some who would never see her in the same light again. She was part of various study groups. She even voluntarily tutored kids who needed help. They would all probably come to see her as just another slut. Barbie looked over at Becky getting plowed next to her. She had a goofy grin on her face while Pricer humped her from behind. He claimed he was having trouble “Getting his nut”. “Let me blow you, Sir!” Becky insisted. “No, I can get it. I am just not used to wearing a condom!” Pricer explained. “Who is this little giggle box over here? I saw her tryout for Cheerios today,” he admired Barbie’s lithe teenage body as she was getting plowed by a random student. “That’s my sister, Coach!” Joe admitted. “That’s Ariel Chipman? She really sprouted,” Pricer seemed impressed when he thought it was Joe’s youngest sister. “No, that’s my other sister, Barbie!” Joe explained. “You are a real savage letting your sister run a train at a high school dance,” Pricer acknowledged Joe with a new found amount of respect. “I am just making sure she behaves herself and that no one tries to hurt her,” Joe admitted. “You mind if I take a poke at her? I am not getting any traction with this one,” Pricer pulled out of Becky when he noticed Barbie finishing up with the boy who had been inside of her. “Yeah, that’s fine” Joe couldn’t deny his coach anything even though Becky looked annoyed and hurt that he had basically discarded her to get his nut from Barbie. There was already a few boys in line to take his place though. “Now this is a tight pussy!” Pricer observed as he slid his cock into Barbie. He loved the feeling of her warm, sticky ass as she bucked up against his hairy cock. “It fits like a glove!” Joe instructed Barbie to start jerking off a boy with her left hand while getting fucked because it took a while for some of them to get fully aroused when they first started fucking. More and more boys started showing up. “Fuck, is there anyone left IN the dance or are they all out here?” Barbie grinned while she used one hand to jerk off the next in line and let another guy fuck her from behind. Pricer whispered dirty words into Barbie’s ear – deeply perverted and a little disturbing at times but they aroused her anyway. He was rough and he didn’t care about her pleasure at all. It turned Barbie on so much to be fucked like a rag doll. “Seems like a waste to have this one on Cheerios. I could probably put in a word with the varsity cheerleading coach,” Pricer observed to Joe “As long as she’d be a good girl this season.” “Barbie is a good girl,” Joe observed. It flattered Barbie to be called a good girl. It humiliated her to be talked about as if she were a good puppy but she liked it. She had an orgasm on Pricer’s cock and began to spasm. Pricer finally got his nut and cheered for himself. He watched her slide off of him and sink to her knees before playing with his cum like it was bubblegum. True to his word, Pricer snapped a few pictures of the girls and texted them to the football players with a few quick words. “Cash only?” Pricer asked Joe. “Do you see any fucking places you can swipe a credit card, Sir?” Barbie answered with a smart-ass comment. She stuck her ass out toward him to suggest he could run his card up and down her ass crack. Pricer smacked her buttom playfully. Mr. Pricer venmo’d Joe 400 dollars with the comment “This is for team expenses.” “This should cover the offensive line. I am looking forward to seeing Barbie at some of our away games,” Pricer smacked Barbie’s ass before zipping up fully and heading back into the dance he was supposed to be chaperoning. The girls were getting worn out nearing the end of the dance. Their pussies were dripping wet but sore and puffy. Joe was making them both jerk off boys with their hands while getting fucked from behind to keep the momentum up. Joe also taught Becky a few of the rudimentary positions that he made his sister adopt at home in the few minutes when the girls had a break between guys. He’d make them squat with their legs apart and hands behind the head while they waited for a customer. Joe would also insist they stand up in showgirl position and let a guy feel them both up if he wasn’t sure which one he wanted. There were times when there were two or three boys waiting for each girls and there were a few times when there was nobody outside. “Becky fucking Simmons, I should have known you’d be out here,” Roger, one of the star players on the varsity team grinned when he finally got his turn with her. “Don’t treat my pussy like a football, Sir” Becky teased him “I don’t want you fumbling it!” she laughed. His teammates laughed too. Roger got a little rough with her and pulled her hair and slapped her tits. Joe was about to step in but Becky handled it instead. “Is that the best you can do? No wonder you guys suck this year. You hit like a girl,” she laughed. Roger fucked her furiously and laughed while she played with his cum after he finished. She should have been the one humiliated but after a full gangbang Becky was giggling like an amused school girl. She and Barbie had definitely bonded through their shared humiliation. Even after the dance was over there were still boys coming to fuck the girls. The ones who struck out or waited to the end to see if they could hook up were more than willing to pay 20-50 bucks for a happy ending even if it was behind the high school. Becky and Barbie high fived, wiggled their asses, and frequently joked with the boys who treated them as cum rags. The shared humor about this impossible situation made it easier for them to accept it was really happening. They remained at the dumpster for about an hour after the dance had finished. There were a few boys who remained to watch the sex. Joe didn’t want too many of them hanging around because he didn’t want to draw unwanted attention. At least three male teachers had joined in on the fun though so he was pretty sure that he probably could have sold tickets to watch the show and been able to get away with it. “Okay sluts, you had your fun. It’s time to clean up” Joe announced that they had finished their last customer after Barbie spit his cum into the master condom. It was bulging with semen from at least forty guys. “I don’t get why you guys save this cum anyway?” “Flavor savor,” Dylan theorized that Joe expected the girls to swallow it later. Joe demonstrated by ordering Barbie to swallow the entire contents of one of the master condoms filled with the semen of at least twenty different guys. Barbie crinkled her nose a little and shut her eyes. She obediently sucked down the entire contents like a good little whore. “I really don’t understand you,” Becky seemed perplexed but sighed. “I am not swallowing mine but I’ll bring it home and pour it in mom’s coffee in the morning and see if she notices,” Becky laughed as she sealed up a condom with some bobby pins and tuck it in the small purse she brought with her to hold her phone and money. Joe and Dylan chased off the remaining stragglers so that they could count up their funds. “Including the money from Mister Pricer we made 1800 dollars!” “That’s pretty close to five hundred each,” Dylan smiled. “I am going to give you and your sister five hundred each and we’ll take the rest,” Joe insisted. “We don’t need your charity!” Becky sputtered with her mouth covered in pussy juice. “It’s not charity. You did almost everything you were supposed to do and I would like to do this again if you are up for it,” Joe told her. Joe did think that they probably needed the money more than he did. He would end up getting his sister’s cut too and that meant he was getting 800 dollars. He felt it was the right thing to do to give Dylan and Becky five hundred each. “I am going to have to ice down my pussy and let you know in the morning,” Becky joked as she delicately traced the outline of Barbie’s clit with her tongue. “Speaking of which, I was thinking about going to the beach tomorrow. Are you both in?” Joe asked hopefully. Barbie and her brother would have enjoyed spending their money or lounging at their pool but they agreed to meet them at the beach. It is at this point, the story (and the confession of a teenage girl transformed into her brother’s slut) comes to a close. Barbie had been fully transformed into her brother’s plaything and accepted that role at the house. However, what will follow in the following chapters is the “Bonus Content” – cutting room floor scenes from the next day. The Bonus (Boner) content consists of rough edit collaborations between two authors. ***** Bonus Content

The Naked Obstacle Course by Vanessa Evans This story is the sequel to ‘The Hunt’. Part 01 Hi, my name is Julia. I’m a first year university student who has a 32A 24 33 figure. At the end of my first year at uni I entered a competition where I won £10,000 for not getting caught by a group of about 15 male Hunters for around 36 hours in a forest. By the way, all the 5 girl contestants had to be naked and bald below their necks for the duration of the competition. At the end, of the competition Charles, the organiser who had just graduated from the same university, asked me to spend the summer break at the house that he shares with his sister Andrea. It’s their parents house and forest, but they were away on an extended holiday. Even though I had only met Charles and Andrea on the Friday evening before the competition, I had agreed because I liked Charles and the prospect of spending nearly 3 months with Charles and Andrea in such a splendid house sounded great. Apart from Charles being a really good fuck he’d been a major influence on me discovering the real me. During the competition and the party afterwards, I realised that the weekend had taught me things about myself that I really liked, namely, that I liked not wearing any clothes, especially underwear, that I liked men seeing me naked, that I liked eating pussy and that I liked being watched whilst masturbating and being gang-banged. I accepted Charles’ offer when he was dropping off all the girls back at the university. I just asked him to take me to my dorm room to collect my belongings. Two hours later Charles was carrying my bags into his house whilst I carried just the dress that I had taken off when I got back into the minibus for the journey to the house. Charles took me straight up to his room, then the shower where we fucked as the warm water pounded down on us both. Then it was into his bed where we both fell asleep quite quickly. ***** I woke to the feeling of Charles’ cock going in and out of my vagina. “So Charles,” I asked when we were both laying there revelling in the post coital bliss. “how is this going to work? Am I just going to be your sex slave for the holidays or what?” “Would you like to be my sex slave Julia?” “Only if I’m your naked sex slave Charles.” “Well there’s Andrea to think of as well Julia.” “I’ll be her naked sex slave as well if that’s what you want Charles.” “I do. You won’t get jealous when Andrea and I fuck will you Julia?” “No.” “Have you got a passport Julia?” “What? Yes I have.” “Good, because you are going to need it.” “Oh, okay. So what are we going to do over the summer break now that I’ve abandoned all my other plans?” “Well, the first thing that we are going to do is go and wake Andrea, well you are. She sleeps like a log and I usually wake her like I woke you but now that you are here we can share the task.” “What do you want me to use, I haven’t got a cock?” “That clit of yours is like a little cock, but you’d have trouble getting it to her hole without waking her, no, use your tongue, she usually sleeps with her legs wide open ready for me to wake her.” “Okay then.” We quietly went to Andrea’s room, the door was wide open and I could see her, uncovered, flat on her back with her legs wide open. Her right hand was on her pussy and Charles whispered that she’d probably been frigging when she went to sleep or in her sleep. I carefully got onto the bed between her legs and gently lifted her hand out of the way. Then I licked along her bald slit. I got no response so I did it again. Still no response so I poked my tongue into her vaginal entrance. Still getting no response I licked and poked with my tongue and used my fingers to play with her clit. I could feel her juices starting to appear then I heard her say, “That’s nice Charles, but can you fuck me please?” I giggled a little and from beside the bed Charles said, “No, not this morning.” The voice hadn’t come from the direction that Andrea was expecting and her eyes opened. “Is that you Julia?” Andrea asked. I lifted my head up and our eyes met for a couple of seconds then I lowered my head and got on with what I was doing. “I hope that you are going to let me do that to you when you’ve got me off Julia.” With my spare hand I gave Andrea the thumbs up as I kept up my assault on her pussy with my mouth. When Andrea had got her wits about her after her orgasm she pushed me to her side then spread my legs and returned the compliment. All with Charles watching. “I’m going to like it here.” I thought to myself after I’d cum and was just relaxing. When I’d cum for the second time so far that morning I told Andrea that I was going to be her sex slave for the holidays and that she could do whatever she wanted to me. After a shower during which Charles teased my nipples and clit getting me all aroused again, we went downstairs and found Andrea in the kitchen making some coffee and toast. The only article of clothing between the 3 of us was one pair of shorts that Charles was wearing. “Julia,” Andrea said when we were sat drinking the coffee and crunching the toast, “has Charles explained the house rules here?” “No.” I replied. “That’s because there’s only one and you don’t need to worry about that unless our parents decide to return from their holiday early. That one rule is that when our parents are around you must wear at least a bikini, the rest of the time you are already dressed appropriately. There may be the odd exception to that rule but we’ll let you know beforehand.” “So you want me to be naked all the time?” “Precisely.” “Don’t you have a housekeeper or pool boy or a gardener?” I asked. “All 3, but don’t worry about them they are used to seeing me naked. Are you still planning on having that obstacle course bro?” “Yes, at the end of fresher’s week, give the girls a chance to settle and start doing wild things before their course starts. I’ve already arranged for some guys to come and construct some of the obstacles. Now I’ve got two volunteers to try it out instead of just one, see if it’s too easy or hard.” “I like it hard.” Andrea replied. “Let me guess.” I said, “This is going to be a naked obstacle course for girls only.” “Of course, I’d get no pleasure out of watching a load of naked guys sweating their guts out.” “But you would watching girls compete in the nude.” “Of course, what’s wrong with that? I’m a normal healthy bloke.” “Normal blokes wouldn’t organise a ‘hunt the naked girl’ competition or organise a ‘naked girl obstacle course’.” Andrea said. “I guess that they would if they had the time and the money.” Charles replied. Andrea said nothing but I thought, “Yes, I bet that they would if they had the time and the money.” “Talking about money bro,” Andrea said, “there’s some business that we have to take care of later, can you amuse yourself in the pool or sunbathing or something Julia?” “Sure, no problem, is there anything that I can help with?” “Maybe, we’ll let you know, but after we’ve finished here there’s a bit of tidying up to do after the party, We don’t want the housekeeper complaining to mummy or daddy when they do get back.” “No problem. Sometime I will need to go into town, I need a few things and I have to go to my bank, I recently came into some money and I need to put it in the bank.” “Well earned money I might add.” Charles said. “Obviously you outsmarted all the other girls and the hunters, well done Julia.” “Thank you Charles but I’m grateful to you both, apart from the money I learnt a lot about myself over the weekend.” “All good I hope.” Andrea said. “Oh yes, I couldn’t be happier.” “Good, so you’re not going to go all shy on us are you Julia?” Andrea asked. “Hell no. If I could get away with it I’d never wear clothes again and I’d only have sex with someone if others were watching.” “That’s what I like to hear.” Charles said. There wasn’t much tidying to do then Andrea took me on a guided tour of the house. Wow, totally out of my league but there again I was going to be there for nearly 3 months. I was pleased when Andrea told me that I could use the swimming pool and the little gym whenever I wanted to, just so long as I didn’t have to put any clothes on, and she again offered to teach me how to ride the horse that was in the field out the back. Andrea also showed me something else that I could ride whenever I wanted to. It was in her bedroom and I’d seen it earlier but not really known what it was. Andrea gave me a quick demonstration of the Sybian telling me that it was sometimes better than riding either the horse or Charles. “You fuck the horse Andrea?” I asked. “Hell no, it’s a mare anyway, but I was meaning that I do have a saddle that I put on the her sometimes. It has a dildo built into the saddle and it’s very nice to canter around the field bouncing up and down on the dildo, so maybe you could say that I fuck the horse. Have you got any toys Julia?” “You mean sex toys? I’ve got a little vibrator but I prefer the real thing.” “So do I but a good cock isn’t always available when you want one so we need a good substitute at times. I’ll order you a couple of my favourites that Charles likes using on me at times.” “Thank you Andrea, but I can pay for my own toys. Well I can now.” “Don’t be silly Julia, call them payment for the work that you’ll be doing whilst you are here.” “And what work would that be?” “There’ll be little jobs that you’ll do, like helping us tidy up, but the main thing will be to keep this (Andrea patted her pussy) and Charles’ cock happy. I hate it when Charles gets all frustrated because I’m having my period or I’m just not in the mood.” “Well I’m more than happy to keep those 2 things satisfied.” “Good. By the way, we’re going somewhere hot soon, not decided where yet, but I’m assuming that you will want to come with us, will that be a problem?” “Not unless it costs more than my winnings.” “It won’t cost you a penny Julia, it will all go down as ‘business expenses’, but it will cost you the use of your body by Charles and me, and your wonderful brain, Charles didn’t ask you just for the use of those nipples and your clit you know, you have a great outlook on life which is a big asset.” “I don’t know what to say Andrea.” “Don’t say anything Julia. Can you amuse yourself for a couple of hours while Charles and I take care of some business? You can play on the Sybian if you want, that will be something new for you.” “I’ve had a lot of firsts these last few days.” Andrea left me to go and do whatever with Charles so I wandered around, inside the house then outside, taking in things that I’d missed before and getting to know the place better. The little gym looked as though it could be good for me although there were a couple of machines that I wasn’t too sure about. I just knew that I’d be back there soon. I’d seen the swimming pool before but it looked a bit different when no one was in it, and there was some rippling of the water at one end that I wondered about the cause. Then I went outside to get better look around. It was so quiet, I couldn’t even hear any traffic in the distance. It reminded me of when I was on the run over the weekend and it had been so quiet. I wandered passed the stable then to the field where I saw the horse. I’d seen it before but never really took any notice. Then it was just a horse, but as I looked at it, head down and eating the grass, it looked quite nice. I made a few clicking noises and the horse looked up, then to me. Then it started walking towards me. I was a bit nervous because I had never been close to a horse before but it walked right up to me and stuck its head right in front of me. I put my hand out ready to stroke its head but at the same time ready to pull it back if I thought that it might bite me. Instead of biting me the horse nuzzled my hand so I started stroking its head and talking to it. I relaxed a bit as I talked and I wondered if I should have brought a carrot or an apple, if that’s what horses eat. Anyway, after a few minutes I told it that I was going and that I’d be back and asked it to be kind to me when I learnt to ride. As I walked away I told myself that I was stupid for talking to a horse. I walked down the side of the house to the front, then along the drive which took ages to get to the end. As I got close to the 2 pillars that marked the entrance I felt brave, I was getting to a public road, cars could go by at any second and I was totally naked, not even shoes or earrings. I stood in the middle of the public road feeling nervous and excited, It was like I wanted a car to come along and the occupants to see me. After a few minutes I was disappointed and turned to walk back to the house. As I approached the front of the house I looked at all the windows and saw Charles and Andrea in one of the big ones. Charles had his phone held to his ear and was obviously talking to someone, but the naked Andrea was stood, just staring out of the window. The fingers on her right hand idly toying with her left nipple. “One of the advantages of not wearing clothes.” I thought. I waved at her but her mind was obviously miles away and I didn’t think that she’d even seen me. I wondered if she often stood in that window like that and if any delivery drivers or visitors saw her. “Delivery drivers!” I thought, “they’ll see me. I’m sure that Charles will send me to open the door to them, I hope that they’re all cute guys. I wonder if Charles will tell me to fuck them?” Just then I heard a car coming towards me. Forgetting that I was naked I turned and saw that I was correct, a car with 2 men in it. They stopped and got out. As they approached me I saw their smiles and remembered that I was naked. “Morning love, we’ve come to collect the minibus, are the keys in it?” I thought for a second and realised that I wasn’t at all embarrassed about them seeing me naked, in fact my pussy was tingling and I could feel it getting wet. “I have no idea,” I replied, “I guess that we should go and have a look.” I started walking over to it and the 2 men followed me. Felling a bit naughty I swayed my butt a bit more than a normal walk. Looking in through the driver’s door window I saw that the keys were in the ignition. I stepped back and said, “They’re there.” “Okay love, we’ll check you over then take it.” I giggled a little when I realised exactly what the man had said. “Don’t you mean check the minibus, I think that both of you have already checked me out.” “Err yes, did I say ‘you’, sorry.” “That’s okay, I don’t mind you looking at me.” “Thanks, you are quite beautiful.” “Now it’s my turn to say thanks.” “You’re so welcome. We’ve just got a few checks to make then we’ll be on our way.” “Okay.” The 2 men started looking around the minibus, presumably for any damage but they found none, then they both got their phones out and started taking photographs of the vehicle. Well one of their phones was pointing towards the minibus, the other one was pointing at me. When they had finished one of the men said, “That’s it thanks, but there’s just one thing, could we be really cheeky and ask you to pose for a few photos with the minibus, the guys back at the yard won’t believe us unless we have some proof. It’s not every day that we go for a collection and are met by a beautiful naked girl.” I thought for a second then replied, “Sure, why not, where do you want me?” I posed for lots of photographs, some with just me and the minibus, some with each of the guys separately and some with me getting in and out of the driver’s seat. As I was posing for those ones I realised that my butt and pussy were what the guys were probably focusing on and I was enjoying the experience. The last pose was of me half way through getting out of the driver’s seat, one leg was still in the minibus whilst the other was reaching down to the ground leaving my spread pussy on display for them. I smiled as I wondered if the camera would capture my juices that were spread all over my vulva. One guy got into the seat that I had just vacated and the other guy got into the car and they were gone. I looked up to the window where I’d seen Charles and Andrea and saw them smiling at me. I gave them a wave. As I walked back into the house I realised that it had been very nice walking around outside without any clothes on and I decided that I’d do it as much as I could whilst the weather was still okay. I remembered feeling the same way walking around the woods when I was confident that the hunters weren’t around and decided that I’d walk in the woods again soon. As Charles and Andrea were still occupied with their business issues I decided to go to the little gym and get some exercise other than just strolling around. I opened the door and wondered where to start. I needed to establish a routine and the easiest way was to start at the first machine on my left, so I did. Like nearly all the machines in there I didn’t know their names or exactly which muscles they would exercise. I just worked on the principle that if there was a machine there it would exercise muscles that needed exercise. I was pleased that there was a plaque on the wall behind each machine with diagrams showing me what to do. I started and soon got into doing the exercises, albeit with not much resistance after deciding to start easy and build up each day. When I got to the fourth machine I looked at it and smiled. It was a leg spreader machine and I imagined me using one like that, dressed like I was, but in a public gym. As I forced my legs apart I felt my pussy lips open and with the same image in my mind I said to myself, “Come on guys have a good look at my spread pussy. Look how wet it is, imagine what it would be like to slide your fingers, or better still, your cocks inside there.” I had the same thought each time that my legs spread wide. The next machine was an exercise cycle. As I walked over to it I quickly realised that the seat was set way too high for my little legs. I could see an adjuster but when I tried to loosen it to lower the seat it was way too tight for my fingers. I thought for a few seconds then decided to see if I could actually use it as it was. It wasn’t like a real cycle where I needed to be in full control or I could fall off, maybe I could just slide my butt from side to side to keep my feet on the pedals. I climbed on and as soon as my pussy came into contact with the saddle I gasped. I never realised just how desensitising the gusset of my school knickers had been, or maybe it was just that my clit had grown and got more sensitive in the last year. Anyway, the pressure on my clit and the rest of my pussy was, was awesome. I was sure that if I just sat there for long enough I would cum. But I was there to exercise so I pressed down on the higher pedal. As the pedal went down my foot automatically went with it which meant that my butt, pussy and clit, slid to the side of the seat. “That’s nice.” I thought as I needed to press down with my other leg. As I did so my butt, pussy and clit, slid to the other side of the seat. “Oh, that is nice, I want more of that.” I thought and kept pedalling. As my arousal increased I wondered if girls with an average size clit got the same pleasure as I was getting or was it just because I had a big clit. I decided to ask Andrea if she got the same pleasure, or had she managed to lower the seat. Whatever it was I wasn’t going to stop and my arousal increased and increased until I went over the edge, screaming my head off with pleasure. I was coming down from my high when Charles walked in. “Are you okay Julia?” He asked. “Yeah, yeah.” “I thought that someone was attacking you.” “No, I’ve just discovered the pleasure that the exercise cycle can give.” “What?” “Watch my clit.” I said as I started pedalling again.” “Oh my gawd,” Andrea said as she walked in and stood beside Charles, “look at her clit.” “I am.” Charles said. “look at it roll.” Charles and Andrea just stared as my clit rolled and slid from side to side on the saddle as I pedalled. Well not for long, my last orgasm hadn’t completely subsided and quickly built up to another earth shattering orgasm. As it hit me I stopped pedalling and leant on the handlebars as my body shook and jerked for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few seconds. “What!?” I said as I finally turned my head and saw Charles and Andrea just stood there staring at me. “That was soo cool.” Andrea replied. “Doesn’t it do that for you Andrea?” I asked. “No, but there again I’m as tall as Charles so I don’t have to slide from side to side like that.” “You need to get a spanner and raise the saddle Andrea.” “Yes I do, but I doubt that it will have the same effect on me, my clit is tiny compared to yours.” “You should still try it.” “I will. Have you used any of the other machines yet Julia?” “All of them.” “Charles likes it when I use the leg spreader. He tries to fuck me whilst I hold my legs apart but the machine always forces him away, doesn’t it bro?” “That’s your fault for setting the resistance too high sis.” “That’s because I’m in this room to get some exercise not to be fucked, we can do that in any other room or anywhere outside now that the weather is warm.” “True, you certainly seemed to enjoy getting fucked on the table outside the front yesterday. Both of you actually. Julia certainly looked to enjoy being gang-banged, you should have got yourself gang-banged as well Andrea.” “How do you know that I didn’t Charles, there was plenty of time when you were fucking Julia in the pool.” “Hmm, yes there was, so was your gang-bang good?” “It was.” “Maybe we should have more parties here, theme parties, S&M, BDSM, spanking or just plain old fucking parties. Would you like that Julia?” “Sounds like fun.” “Would you like to be tied up and have your bottom spanked?” “I don’t know, I’ve never been tied up or spanked.” “Well we’ll have to put that right before you go back to university. Now, who fancies a swim?” We all did, and I was pleased when Charles dropped his shorts before diving in. We had a great time grabbing each others interesting bits, but finally, Charles decided that he was hungry. “We’ve got a fridge full of food.” Andrea said. “Or we could order in, let some delivery guys see 2 naked girls for a change. One of the delivery guys likes watching Andrea play with herself on the kitchen table when he takes the food in. You can do that today Julia,” Charles replied. “Wow, yet another first.” I replied, “okay then.” We got out of the pool and dried then Charles went for his phone and ordered some food. Unfortunately Charles had put his shorts back on but Andrea stayed as naked as I was. As we waited for the food to arrive Andrea asked me how I’d enjoyed the minibus being collected. “It was good, I was a bit surprised that I wasn’t embarrassed or nervous but there again it all happened so quick that I didn’t have a chance to think until the guys were in front of me and by then my pussy had taken control of me.” “Yes,” Andrea replied. “it gets me like that as well. Nice isn’t it?” “Yes, a week ago I would have been horrified being caught like that.” “So,” Charles said, “how are we going to do this for the delivery guy?” “Julia and I could be doing a 69 on the kitchen table,” Andrea suggested, “or Julia could be spread eagle on the table and I could be bent over her eating her pussy.” “When the guy comes in you could then stand up sis and say that you were hungry and couldn’t wait for the food to arrive.” “Funny bro, but that could work, what do you think Julia?” “I like that, especially if we could time it so that I start cumming just as he walks in.” “Sounds like a plan to me.” Charles said, “you two get started and keep Julia right on the edge until you hear the doorbell.” And that’s what we did. It was a real struggle not to cum but thankfully Andrea knew just when to back off. It was so frustrating, especially when I knew what was going to happen. It did and didn’t help me in that it appeared to take forever for the guy to arrive. Andrea timed it just right, and over the edge I went just as I saw the guy’s face. My screams of pleasure must have nearly deafened the 3 people watching me, and looking back I was surprised that the delivery guy didn’t drop the bags of food. As my waves of pleasure started to recede I heard Charles say, “Look at that clit man, have you ever seen anything like that before?” “Hell no, is it all as sensitive as they usually are?” “Touch it and see what happens.” Charles replied. “Can I?” “Sure.” He did, and as soon as I felt his finger I gasped and my body jerked.” “Cool man, she’s one lucky girl.” The delivery guy said. “Touch it again, play with it, make her cum again, she won’t mind.” Charles said. In a couple of seconds I felt his finger again and I gasped again. Within seconds I had another orgasm. When I’d got my wits about me again the delivery guy had gone and Andrea was getting some plates out. “Did you enjoy that Julia?” Charles asked. “I sure did, did I tell you that I’ve decided that I like to cum in front of strangers?” “Well that guy won’t be a stranger for long, you’ll see him at least twice a week.” “Cool.” I replied. As we were eating Andrea said, “Well, that delivery guy has seen me naked lots of times but I bet that your performance gave him something to wank to for years to come.” “Yes,” Charles said, “If I’d been him I’d have stopped just down the road and rubbed one out straight away, I’m a bit surprised he didn’t cum in his pants just watching you Julia.” “Should I take that as a compliment?” I asked. “Oh yes, I was nearly cumming in my pants. Hell, I’ve got a boner just thinking about the sight.” “Do you want me to take care of it?” I asked. “Wait until you’ve finished your food then I have a desert for you.” Charles’ desert was as I expected, his cum being shot into my throat, although I did get to taste some of it. Whilst I was going down on Charles, Andrea was stood behind me playing with my pussy. I’m starting to think that Andrea is fixated with my clit because she takes every opportunity to pull it, twist it, rub it and suck it, not that I’m complaining, she can make me cum in seconds. Later, when we were all satisfied, we talked about our plans for the week, then a little about the obstacle course which Charles told us would all get sorted out the next week when his contractors were coming. Then it was what they wanted to do for a holiday. It didn’t surprise me to hear that daddy had a yacht and a villa in the Mediterranean. Neither of them could make up their mind where they wanted to go and I wasn’t very helpful as I told them that I didn’t mind where I went, both place would be hot and I was assuming that I could swim in the sea naked, something that I had always fantasised about doing. Charles told me that not only could I swim naked but he expected me to be naked 90+ percent of the time that we’d be out of England. “Anywhere then.” I replied. Charles phoned his father and they had a long chat but Charles never mentioned me. After talking business for a while Charles asked his father what his plans were for the next few weeks. When he said that they were going to cruise around the Greek Islands for a few weeks I heard Charles say that he was going to the villa for a couple of weeks and I hoped that I would be going too. When Charles got off the phone he turned to Andrea and told her that the 3 of us were going to the villa once the contractors had finished in the woods the next week. My response was to ask Charles if he could take me into town the next day because I had some clothes to buy. Andrea replied, “Yes we are going into town tomorrow, and we can get you some new clothes but you won’t be taking them on holiday with us, I’ve already ordered everything that you and me will need and we’ll be travelling like we are right now Julia.” “What!? We’ll be travelling naked?” “Yes, a limo will pick us up here and take us to a private airfield where we will get on a private jet that will take us to a private airfield in Greece where we will be met by another limo that will take us to the villa, so yes, we have no need to wear any clothes.” “Wow, I don’t know what to say.” “Say nothing, just have that hot little body ready whenever we want it.” “Oh it’s ready, waiting and wet.” “Good, that’s what we like to hear Julia.” Andrea replied, Charles just smiling as he looked at my rock hard nipples. We didn’t do much else that day until it was time for bed where Charles and I had some of the best sex that I have ever had. He obviously had more experience than me but I was learning fast. ***** I woke the next morning feeling Charles’ cock sliding in and out of my pussy. At first I thought that I was still dreaming but all of a sudden Charles thrust deep inside me, my eyes opened wide and I saw him looking down at me and grinning. “Morning sexy.” Charles said as his hands went to my nipples which instantly went rock hard. Shortly after we’d both cum Charles said, “Go and put some coffee on will you please Julia.” “Okay.” I replied and got off the bed and went downstairs. Just as I turned to go into the kitchen I nearly bumped into a middle-aged woman. “Oh, hello, who are you?” I asked. “I’m Betty, the housekeeper.” “Right, I’m Julia, I’m going to be living here for a while.” “Nice to meet you Ms Julia. Don’t let me bother you, I’ll keep out of your way.” “That’s okay Betty, I’m just a normal girl.” “A naked, normal girl Ms Julia.” “Please Betty, just Julia, I hate all this formal crap.” “Okay Julia, is there anything I can get you?” “I was just going to put some coffee on.” “Let me do that do you Julia, you go back to Charles or Andrea.” “Thanks Betty.” I turned and went back upstairs to Charles’ room where I found him fast asleep. “Lazy sod.” I thought and dived under the duvet and started sucking his cock.” It didn’t take long for him to get a boner and wake up, but by that time I was riding his cock until we both had another orgasm. “Fuck girl,” Charles said as we just lay there, “I picked a good one with you Julia, you’ll wear me out in no time.” “You started it by fucking me when I was still asleep mate.” “I know, I’m not complaining.” “You’d better not mate, oh, I just met your housekeeper Betty, she seems to be a nice woman.” “She is, but she’s too old for me, I prefer first year students.” “What about Andrea?” “And my older sister, but she prefers girls and boys around our age as well. What time is it?” “Ten thirty-five.” “We should get up, got to get into town. Where’s Andrea?” “No idea.” We both did our bathroom thing, me taking a bit longer than Charles because I had to have a full shave, then as I brushed my hair I asked Charles what he wanted me to wear to go into town. “You look good as you are Julia.” “Seriously, you want me to go into town like this, into my bank and all the shops, like this? I’d be lucky to get to the bank before I get arrested.” “I’m sorry to say that you’re right, have you got a summer dress or something short to wear?” Just then Andrea came in, her hair was all wet but she was wearing a very short summer dress and carrying one for me. “Julia, you can wear this until we get you some nice, ultra-short ones of your own. Just been for a swim, it’s a great way to start the day.” “So is a good fuck.” Charles replied. I slipped the dress over my head and quickly realised that it wasn’t a dress, just a long top, but it did cover my butt and pussy. I went and put my sandals on and grabbed my bag and returned saying that I was ready. Downstairs we had a quick coffee then went outside to the garage. As the door opened I saw a Range Rover and a small Audi 2 seater sports car. Charles drove the Range Rover out and pressed a button to close the garage door. Andrea went for the front passenger seat and as she climbed in I couldn’t help but see that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. I climbed in the back knowing that if there had been anyone nearby they would have seen that I wasn’t wearing any knickers as well. As we drove we sorted a plan of action, most of which didn’t include Charles, he didn’t fancy going round the clothes shops so Andrea told him to go to an adult toy shop giving him specific details of what to buy. Okay, I’d been out a few times without any underwear but that was at night and my skirts were longer than the top that Andrea gave me to wear, and I felt nervous, exposed and very excited walking around town with a ‘dress’ that barely covered my butt and pussy. I even asked Andrea to walk ahead of me then turn and look to see if she could see my clit sticking out below the hem. Andrea said that she couldn’t see it but the way that she said it made me wonder if she was not being truthful. We made it to the bank okay with me avoiding any sort of bending or arm raising, and I felt happy seeing my new account balance, I was set to have a money worry free next year at uni. Then it was to the first of the fashion shops where I shouldn’t have been surprised that Andrea only bought me a couple of skirts, both wrap ones, the type that are usually worn over a swimsuit and not big enough to cover me all the way round. What she also bought me was quite a few long tops, nearly all of them see-through to some degree and obviously intended to be worn over at least a bra and skirt. Andrea came to the changing rooms as I tried each one on and she rejected ones that were in her opinion too long to be worn as dresses, or so short that they didn’t even cover my bald pubes. I just knew that whenever I wore any of them they would only be there as a token gesture to try to make me look legal, which made me happy and wet. We met Charles at a restaurant for some lunch where Charles made a point of showing Andrea and me what he had bought. Included for me were a remote controlled vibrator, a magic wand and a huge dildo. The thing was, he left them on the table and the waitress kept looking at them each time she came to the table, and that was more often than I thought necessary. By the time we got back to the Range Rover I was convinced that at least half a dozen men had seen my bare butt or pussy, and that made me happy. I was really looking forward to the holiday at the villa and hoped that I could get out of the villa at times and walk around the harbours, villages and towns where I could have lots of wardrobe malfunctions. When we got back to the house Andrea took me outside to formally introduce me to her horse Knickers. Yes, she called her horse Knickers. I didn’t ask why but it was a female horse and Andrea had told me that she often rode her bareback. Andrea showed me how to put the saddle on and then how to get on and off Knickers. When I asked what the round hole in the middle of the saddle was she told me that we’d get to that later. Then it was my first Lady Godiva horse ride. Andrea led us around the field a couple of times walking then with her running. Knickers seemed to like cantering and Andrea was telling me when to lift my butt. I was soon feeling a lot happier about horses. We went back to the stable and unsaddled Knickers and I thought that my riding for the day was over but as we led Knickers back outside Andrea said, “Now you’re going to do it bare back.” Andrea showed me how to get on and off, and my tits rubbed against the coarse hair on Knickers. Apart from the almost scratching on the insides of my legs it was kind of nice riding bareback. The coarse horse hair felt nice against my clit. We only walked Knickers that first time, Andrea telling me that there was every chance that my butt would be a bit sore the next day, even from the little riding that I had done. Back in the house Charles was looking at his plans for the obstacle course and Andrea suggested that we go to the woods and to where he was thinking of having each obstacle. Andrea went and got a permanent marker pen and the big roll of tape, like the stuff that the police use to cordon off a crime scene, and off we went. I’m not going to describe each obstacle at this stage, just say that the 3 of us walked round the woods discussing and marking where each obstacle was going to be taking into consideration where big trees were, where open spaces were, where ditches were and where digging holes and trenches wouldn’t cause any real damage to the woods. We put tape round trees and wrote on them the name of the obstacle that would go there. All in all it took us 3 hours and it was starting to get dark when we finally got back to the house. Charles was feeling tired by that time so after a shower Andrea invited me to spent the night with her, so I did, getting to sleep about an hour after getting onto the bed. ***** It got to the time where Charles’s contractors were coming to do the initial work on the obstacle course and to discuss any parts of the plans that they didn’t believe were actually do-able. There was 3 of them, all of whom got quite a shock when I opened the door to them, and another shock when I took them into the room where Andrea was also totally naked. All 6 of us walked the obstacle course in the woods and on reflection I think that Andrea and I should have at least put a dress on, or not gone with them because the 3 guys spent more time looking at Andrea and me than on the feasibility of Charles’ plans. Anyway, we finally got done and just as they were leaving the Joiner arrived and got out a plank of wood with what looked like 6 dildos sticking up from it, each carefully crafted to include a realistic looking tip of a cock. “What’s that?” I asked, looking from the plank then to the eyes of the 3 contractors who Charles still hadn’t been told that it would only be girls doing the course and that they would be naked. The contractors left and I thought back to what Charles had said each obstacle would be. He’d mentioned “The Plank,” and I’d assumed that he meant that the girls would have to walk along a narrow plank of wood and not fall off. “That’s The Dildo Plank,” Charles replied, “the girls have to impale themselves on each dildo starting with the thinnest. They can’t move on until they’ve bottomed out on each one. Do you want to christen it Andrea?” Andrea declined and pointed to me. I smiled and watched as Charles asked the Joiner to setup the plank on the trestles right where we all were, outside the front of the house. I then walked to end of the plank that had the smallest dildo. Lifting my leg over the plank I hovered above the smallest wooden dildo knowing that I would find it easy to bottom out on it. Charles got his phone out and loaded the stopwatch app then shouted “GO!” Down I went on the first one, squashing my clit on the plank. Charles shouted “NEXT” and I quickly got up, moved to the next then the next and the next. When I got to the fifth one I found it a bit painful. The size of it felt good, the problem was that I had left most of my pussy juices on the previous 4 wooden dildos and I just wasn’t producing them fast enough. “It’s hurting a bit, too dry.” I said. Andrea stepped forward and took hold of my clit between the ends of her index finger and thumb and started rolling and squeezing my clit. I turned my head and saw the Joiner just staring at me with his mouth wide open. Andrea’s administrations had the desired effect and I managed to get my clit down to the base of the dildo. Then it was the last one. Oh my gawd was that tight. Charles came and took over from Andrea whilst she played with my nipples. Once I managed to get the tip inside me I went up and down again and again, just increasing the depth a little bit at a time. It was hurting like hell but I wasn’t going to give up and finally I made it. I let out a long sigh as I relaxed with my clit pressing on the plank. “Eighteen minutes.” Charles said, “and 13 were on that last one.” “You’re going to need some good cleaning wipes and lots of lube gel Charles,” Andrea said, “not all the girls will be as naturally lubricated as Julia.” “Or you could just put a condom on each one before each girl mounts it.” I added. “One bloody big box of condoms will be added to the list of things that I have to buy.” Charles said then added, “Are you going to stay impaled on that thing Julia? Because we need to get that thing round the back with the rest of the stuff.” I slowly eased myself up and off, looking at the Joiner who was still a bit gob-struck by the show that I’d just given. I couldn’t understand why because he must have been thinking about what he was making would be used for. Anyway, there was an exchange of paperwork between the Joiner and Charles and the Joiner left. That evening we got some food delivered but there was no real show for the delivery guy, just 2 naked girls showing him in. Whilst we were eating Charles said, “I’ve just got a few things to sort out tomorrow then shall we leave to go to the villa the day after?” Well I didn’t have a lot of say in it but Andrea told us that she could get packed and be ready so it was agreed. Andrea told me that all I would need to take was my passport and a few personal items and that she’d pack everything else that I’d need. Charles then asked, “When I fuck you tonight Julia, after that Plank, is it going to feel like I’m fucking the channel tunnel or will you have tightened back up by then?” Andrea laughed and replied, “Bro, you’ve still got a lot to learn about women, of course she’ll be tight, she’s young, she’ll have closed up in no time. Haven’t you seen our pussies clenching then relaxing over and over?” “Well yes, but I thought that that was just you trying to hold your pee in.” “Oh dear bro, no, there’s nothing wrong with our bladder control, that’s us doing our Kegel exercises to keep our vaginal muscles in good condition so that it feels good when something goes inside us.” “Okay then, I guess that that makes sense.” “It does.” ***** I spent the next day relaxing, either in the pool or on a sun lounger. One time when I was on my back on a lounger with my eyes closed I heard a noise and looked up to see an old man. “Oh hello Miss, sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, you must be Julia, Betty told me about you but she didn’t say how pretty you are. I’m Tom the gardener.” “Thank you Tom, yes I am Julia and I’m pleased to meet you. It’s okay to look at me, I don’t mind. I wouldn’t be out here like this if I minded.” “Why thank you Miss Julia, you certainly are beautiful, you remind me of my Mary, god bless her soul, when we were first married. She used to like sunbathing in the altogether, said it made her feel good.” “Well it makes me feel good as well Tom. Your Mary must have been a sensible woman.” “She certainly was, anyway, better get on with my work.” “Okay Tom, have a good day.” The first time that I took a dip in the pool I discovered how the pool filled and recycled the water, a big jet of water coming in about half a metre below the surface. I found myself in front of it and it was pounding on my stomach. That alone was enough to stir up my hormones but when I pulled myself up so that the jet was hitting my pussy I was in heaven. I let that jet massage my pussy to 2 orgasms before I got out of the pool. I did the same the other 2 times that I decided to go for a swim that day. On the second time I realised that I had discovered why Andrea likes a morning swim. *****

The Dorm Life by sagesell The Dorm Life Ch. 01 A single guy fully satisfies two girls in his dorm room. Steve and I were assigned as roommates in our college dormitory. The dormitory was coed, with boys living on the first floor and girls on the upper floors. At first, Steve and I settled into a normal college life. Monday through Thursday, we were pretty good about going to class and taking care of business. We made our grades. On the weekends, we hit up parties. A couple of months into our first semester, things changed. One Friday night after a diligent week of school, Steve and I hit up a house party together with some of the girls who lived upstairs in our dormitory. Julie, Karen, and Sara all went with us. We spent a few hours at the party, drinking beer out of red cups, dancing, and bullshitting with each other. During the party, Julie was getting all over me and Sara was hanging on Steve. Karen had disappeared. After downing one last beer and embracing a solid buzz, the girls ran off for a second to locate Karen. They found her making out with a random dude, pulled her away, and the five of us headed back to the dormitory. Karen was pretty slammed, so she headed back to her bed. But Julie and Sara came to down to our room. We lowered the lights, but I could still see the girls' athletic bodies in the dimmed light. Julie was a redhead with shoulder length straight hair, about 5'6" with a nice, round ass and breasts that were properly sized for her body. Sara was a bit taller, at 5'8" or so. She had with long, dark hair with gentle curls. Her breasts were a bit smaller than Julie's, but I swear there wasn't an ounce of fat on Sara's slim body. After a few minutes making out, Julie settled in next to me on the bottom bunk, and Sara climbed up on the top bunk with Steve. Lubricated by alcohol, things progressed quickly. I had Julie's top off in no time, and I could hear things seemingly moving along at a similar rate between Steve and Sara. Julie was kissing me ferociously, and before long our clothes were totally off. Her breasts were in my hands and tongue was in my mouth. She had my body pinned to the bottom bunk, straddling me and dipping her tongue aggressively into my mouth. I could hear Steve and Sara screwing around on the top bunk. The bed frame was rocking a bit, I could hear Steve breathing heavily. I was betting that Sara was rubbing his cock. In the meantime Julie began to kiss down my stomach, and before I knew it, she took me into her mouth. Her mouth was soft and warm and wonderful. As Julie lapped masterfully at my cock, Steve started making noise. "Oh shit, girl. Fuck. I'm coming! Oh fuck!" Steve had already come, just from Sara teasing his cock with her hand. As Julie continued to lick me, it seemed like the action on the upper bunk had finished up. I could hear whispering. It sounded like Sara was trying to prod Steve into action, but he grunted something at her that sounded like, "I wanna sleep." Julie must have heard this, too, because she looked up at me and quietly said, "I hope we're not done yet." I shook my head at her, smiled and said, "We're nowhere near done." At that, without saying a word, she climbed up my body, positioned her pussy over my cock and impaled herself with a gentle moan. Julie's pussy was tight and buttery, and I slid easily inside. She pressed her hands on my chest began humping away at me, grunting gently with each insertion and reinsertion. As she fucked my rock hard member in and out, she smiled down at me and commented, "That feels amazing, Mike." And she was starting to get carried away already. Julie quickened her pace and began to grind her pelvis back and forth over my cock and lower abdomen. "Fucking hell, Mike," she groaned. After grinding for a few minutes, she shifted onto her knees and bounced up and down on me. Julie was fucking me with aggression, going faster and faster and moaning louder and louder. I could feel her pussy shuddering over my cock. With amazement, I suddenly realized that it was about to come. At that very same moment, my eyes caught sight of Sara. Her head was poking out from the upper bunk, where she was lying next to Steve, who was now snoring audibly. Sara stared down at Julie and me with unmitigated lust. As Sara ogled us, Julie ground her cunt more and more ferociously over me. Sara and I locked eyes and stared at each other just as Julie started to spasm on top of me. Julie announced, "I'm gonna. Mike---it's gonna. My pussy is gonna come. Mike. Mike! It's cumm-----! Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuck." I pulled Julie's chest against mine while her spasming pussy pooled moisture on my belly, and the entire time Sara and I maintained eye contact. Julie shuddered and shook for what seemed like an eternity. And through every moment of the protracted orgasm Sara's face showed undisguised lust jealousy. There was no mistaking it. Sara wanted to fuck me, too. Her cunt wanted to feel the same massive orgasm Julie's was enjoying. As the contractions roaring through Julie's pussy sputtered and died out, she managed to grunt out, "Oh my god, Mike. That was—that was incredible." I replied, "We're not done yet, girl" and lifted Julie up off my cock. Taking care not to bump her head on the upper bunk, I arranged her mostly limp body so that she was on her back and her opening was right on the edge of the lower bunk. Then I stepped off the bed, stood upright, and buried myself back deep into her. I was pretty sure Julie had no idea that Sara was gawking at us, though I'm not sure Julie would have cared. Julie was making no effort to be quiet. But from my standing new vantage point, I could pump myself in and out of Julie, while my head was right up next to Sara. As I thrust hungrily in and out of Julie, I looked onto the top bunk. Steve was fast asleep—passed out. He must have had more to drink than I noticed. Sara had her head perched over the side of the upper bunk. Her shirt had been removed earlier, and her pert, petite breasts were in clear view. She was naked except for a pair of skimpy, light blue panties. With her left hand she grasped the edge of the bed, supporting her body as she looked down at the horny, fucking couple beneath her. Sara's right hand, meanwhile, was stuffed inside her panties, and like a slut in mad heat she was furiously rubbing at her clit. The sight of Sara masturbating turned me on, and so I doubled the pounding I was giving Julie. The bed was shaking loudly, and Julie moaned with every one of my thrusts. There was nothing quiet about our sex, and no doubt folks throughout the dorm could hear me drilling her cunt, banging the bed frame over and over into the wall. Julie was in a trance. The pleasure radiating from her pussy had her in a semi-conscious state. Still, she -managed to babble, "I think—it's gonna—I think—it's gonna—come. My pussy!—is gonna!--come!" And with a low, guttural animal groan, a second orgasm raged in her cunt. I continued to hump her like a madman, burying myself to the bottom of her depths over and over as it came. The moment was too intense for Sara. She wanted to get fucked, and she wanted it desperately. In a single smooth motion, Sara peeled her panties off, threw her legs over the bed, and lowered herself to the ground. Her feet touched the floor right next to mine, and she threw her arms up around my neck, pocking my neck with kisses. I wanted to kiss her back, and so I slowed and then stopped pumping into Julie, as Julie's orgasm gently subsided. Julie opened her eyes, and looked up at us from her back on the bed. "I want you to fuck me, Mike. I want you to make me come," Sara declared. She turned to her friend. "Julie, let me have a turn with him." "No way," Julie replied. "This is the best cock I've ever had. I'm not sharing." Julie pointed at the corner of the room. "You can sit over there on the floor and watch him fuck me if you want, though. I don't care if you masturbate." Sara was crestfallen, but obedient. She plopped her naked body in the corner of the dorm room to which Julie had banished her and resumed fingering at her clit. Julie pulled me out, and flipped over onto all-fours. She pointed her tight, wet pussy up at me. Wagging her cunt at me, she turned her head and commanded, "Fuck me more, Mike. I want to come more." There was no hesitation on my part. My rock-hard member was deep inside instantly, and Julie's pussy immediately started oozing thick wetness over my cock. I grasped her hips firmly and thumped her hard and fast. Our flesh slapped together, the bed banged loudly against the wall, and Julie squealed with delight. We fucked with so much intensity that things were falling off shelves. Julie's little pussy started to squeeze my cock, and I knew it was coming again. Julie moaned loudly and her cunt gushed as it came. "Three times already! Three---fucking---times!" She bellowed as another orgasm pulsed in her vagina. And then, out of nowhere, while Julie's cunt throbbed through its third climax and I pumped away at it, Sara stood up, came over and intervened. Sara grabbed ahold of me from behind and pulled me back. My penis popped free from Julie's spurting pussy. Julie let out a desperate whimper at my exit and humped her ass desperately backwards in the air toward where I had been, trying to locate my dislodged cock. The shock and unexpectedness of Sara's violence startled me, and I stumbled backwards and fell on my back, my boner sticking directly up in the air like a flag pole. Sara stepped over my shoulders and fell to her knees, impaling her cunt on my cock instantly. She immediately began riding me ferociously, reverse cowgirl. It felt amazing. Julie's orgasm was finished, but she was still recovering from it. She turned around weakly and rose from the bed to confront Sara. "Don't fuck with me Julie," Sara warned. "I need to get off. I really, really need to get my shit off. So just stay the fuck away till I get my come. You might be my best friend, but I will fuck you up permanently if you mess with me right now." Julie took Sara's advice, and simply stood over her sex-crazed friend, watching us copulate. Sara fucked me like a bitch in heat. She ground her cunt into me and wailed as her pussy was filled by my cock. And in less than a minute, she was indeed getting her desired come. "You're making it, Mike! You're making it! My!---pussy!---is!---coming!" She let out a loud moan as her cunt pulsated over my cock and squirted onto my thighs. After riding out her orgasm for another 30 seconds, Sara crumpled onto me, pressing her breasts against my chest. Julie grabbed her friend by the scalp and commanded, "You got off, now get off of him so I can have another turn!" Sara protested Julie's order while she caught her breath, "No. No. Oh wow. No. Please. Please let me---have one more---orgasm." I was concerned that things were about to get violent, and so I took matters into my own hands. "Stop fighting. I can satisfy you both. Julie, get back on the bed and bend over. Sara, get off of me and line up doggystyle next to your friend." Both girls followed my directives, bending over next to one another with their pussies sticking out at me. I pressed my way into Julie first, and pumped her hard until she was bucking herself against me for her pussy's fourth climax of the night. Switching, I quickly dipped my cock in Sara and fucked her hard and fast. In less than a minute she was thrashing and moaning her way through her cunt's second orgasm of the evening. This was finally too much for me. I had reached my boiling point. As Sara's twat came down from its orgasm, I pulled my cock out of her and aimed it at her gorgeous, athletic ass. I grunted, and semen sprayed out of me, painting Sara's gorgeous ass. It felt like I came for 15 minutes. An enormous quantity of come poured out me. When my cock finally stopped pulsing, I pushed Sara and Julie's asses apart and collapsed on the bed between them. Their pussies were more than satisfied. Naked, the three of us drifted off to sleep in the bed together, spent. The Dorm Life Ch. 02 Another girl eavesdrops on their threesome. I was having trouble sleeping, wide awake on the top bunk of my dorm room on Friday night. In a comfortable t-shirt and a loose pair of pink pajama bottoms, I tossed and turned. But sleep eluded me. I was horny. So horny I couldn't rest. All I wanted to do was to reach down into my pajama bottoms and rub my button until it came. But I couldn't just go touching myself like an idiot. After all, my roommate, Kristen, was sleeping right beneath me on the bottom bunk of our dorm room. We were freshman, and we lived on the second floor of a coed dorm. Both of us kept on the straight and narrow path—studying diligently and avoiding the temptation to party. I had spent my Friday night studying at the library and then come back to the room. Kristen had stayed in, watching something on TV. We talked briefly after I returned, and then turned the lights out. And so here I was, awake, trying to distract myself from the desperate need to reach between my thighs. As I tossed and turned, I began to hear noises coming from the room beneath us. Beneath our floor of the dormitory (our floor was all-female), there was an all-boys floor. And in the room right underneath us, I could hear something that sounded an awful lot like sex. I strained my ears. Faintly at first, the unmistakable noise of a bed rocking back and forth was audible. I moved my ear to the edge of the bed to try and hear better. As I did, I heard a female voice exclaim up through the floor, "That feels amazing, Mike!" I gasped, and felt warm moisture flood the inside of my pussy. Someone was definitely getting fucked. The sounds of the rocking bed and the girl getting it in were just too much for me. I absolutely had to take care of my pussy, or I was going to go crazy. The bathroom—that would work. Surely I could quickly rub one out in the bathroom. I quietly climbed down off the bed and took a peek at Kristen. She appeared to be sleeping. Leaving my roommate to rest, I tiptoed out of the room and into the empty corridor. It was late enough that most of the girls had retired to their rooms for the night. For a moment, I turned left toward the bathroom. But I stopped after the first step. The sounds of the mating couple from the floor below were burned into my head, and a naughty thought occurred to me. I could go downstairs and listen to them quickly before returning upstairs and touching myself. After all, it was very late. The hallway on the boy's floor was probably deserted. And so I quickly snuck down the stairway onto the first floor. And soon I was on the floor, I could hear fucking. I went in the direction of the noise and pinpointed it to room 008. As I had guessed, the hallway of the boy's floor was empty. I stood and pressed my head against the door and heard the girl's voice again. "I'm gonna. Mike---it's gonna. My pussy is gonna come. Mike. Mike! It's cumm-----! Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuck." The sound of the girl in the room coming was the hottest thing I'd ever listened to. There was no way I could wait any longer. Sitting on the ground with my back to door and spreading my legs, I quickly reached down under the waistband of my pajama bottoms, finding my clit. I turned my head to the side so that my ear was against the door. It didn't matter that I was sitting in a hallway listening to some strange boy—Mike was his name—and spying on him while he plunged in and out of a girl's cunt. I didn't care that anyone might come walking down the hallway at any moment. My pussy was aching, and it demanded immediate attention. As horny as I was, I don't think I could have kept myself from masturbating if I had been standing on a crowded street corner. I began to rub circles under my clit. I heard some talking from within the room that I couldn't quite make out, and then I heard the sound of flesh pounding into flesh and a bed frame banging against the wall. They were fucking more! This Mike was an animal. My hand was flying over my clit as I listened to the girl moan with delight. Oh how I wanted to be her. I wanted to throw open the door, shove the lucky girl aside and spread my legs for him. I wanted my pussy filled with Mike's cock and pounded to a climax. I'd only ever had sex with one boy, my now-ex-boyfriend from high school, and he never made me make noises like this girl. He never even made my pussy come. We were young, and he was an amateur. And then I heard her coming again, this time even louder than the last time. ""I think—it's gonna—I think—I'm gonna—come. My pussy!—is gonna!--come!" I heard her orgasm again with a deep guttural groan, panting like a dog in heat. Through it all the boy was unrelenting. He was fucking her so hard that the bed frame smashed into the wall and the door against my ear rattled in its frame. My pussy was getting close, very close, to enjoying its own orgasm. And then I heard a sound I had definitely not expected. I heard the sound of a different girl's voice! And she was asking—no—begging for a chance to have sex with the boy, with Mike. And the other girl was arguing with her. She was telling her no! I couldn't handle any more. The sheer lewdness of two girls lusting after the same boy, fighting over the chance to fuck him pushed me into the beyond. My cunt came. It came like it never came before. I panted breathlessly, and tried to make as little noise as possible as my head stretched up and back against the door and my legs shook and my cunt throbbed. It gushed as it came. My panties were soaked through, as were my pajama bottoms. The smell of sex emanated from me. And still I kept coming. I thought my orgasm might go on forever, until I heard voices from down the hall. Male voices. And footsteps. "I don't know. Brooke can be a little annoying, even if she's hot." I yanked my hand out of my pajamas and willed my pussy to stop spasming as two boys rounded the corner into sight. It did not obey. "I just don't agree with you, man. I think she's cool---" The two of them spotted me and stopped. I looked down at the ground as my pussy pulsed with a final satisfied contraction. There was no way I could make eye contact with them. I let out a muffled whimper as my cunt's last spasm shook me. The first boy looked curiously at me and asked, "Are you okay?" They hadn't pieced together what I was up to. I was still breathing heavily. Looking up at them, all I managed was "Umm," in between my soft panting. My mind raced trying to imagine ways to explain what I had been doing to these two boys. There had to be a lie to get me out of this situation. But then a moan leaked through the door. A satisfied, female, sexual moan. And then the rhythmic sound of a bed frame pounding against a wall. The jig was up. The second boy looked knowingly at me and laughed. "Dude, she's eavesdropping on some couple that's fucking!" He pointed at the soaked crotch of my pajama bottoms. "And she was jilling her pussy off to it!" The humiliation was too much for me. I stood up, pushed my way between the boys, and raced up the stairs back to my dorm room at full speed, rushing through to door into the safety of my dorm room as fast as my legs would take me. The Dorm Life Ch. 03 Her roommate catches her masturbating to the sound of sex. I was almost asleep, and then Angie rolled over in the bunk bed above me again, causing it to creak. She was often restless in her bunk, and I was a light sleeper. Tonight she was keeping me awake, and I was starting to get annoyed. For five more minutes, I struggled to sleep, but Angie kept shaking our bunks as she tossed and turned. Finally, I was about to slip away into dreamland when an unexpected sound brought me back to full consciousness. It sounded like—could it be someone fucking? I sat totally still and silent and listened as closely as possible. There was no doubt about it. Someone was having sex. I could hear the familiar rhythmic rocking of a bed and a female voice grunting in delight. It sounded like it was coming up through the floor. I guess one of the boys in the room beneath ours was getting it in. It had been far too long since my pussy had gotten a good, satisfying fucking. I had been ready to fall asleep moments ago, but now I could feel moisture growing between my legs. The fucking couple was turning me on. Very cautiously, I let my right hand drift under my panties. Careful not to make any movements that Angie could detect, I let my fingers dip inside. God, I was soaked. Very gently I brought them up to my clit. It was throbbing, begging me to rub it. I reluctantly withdrew my hand. It wasn't like I could just masturbate with my roommate lying in the bed right above me. Above me, I could hear Angie shift again. Could she hear the fucking, too? And then I heard the female voice speaking. I could faintly make out the words, "That feels amazing, Mike!" Just then, Angie climbed off the bed and was standing on the floor next to me. I closed my eyes and stayed perfectly still, feigning sleep. Angie lingered next to me for a moment, then opened the door and stepped out of the room. I had fooled her into thinking I was asleep. Listening attentively to the fucking in the room below me, it took a minute for me to realize that I had the room to myself. Did I have time to get my pussy off before Angie returned? Probably not. How frustrating. The intensity of the sex below me was picking up. I could hear the girl making louder noises, and then all of a sudden I could hear the girl coming—and announcing it! "I'm gonna. Mike--it's gonna. My pussy is gonna come. Mike. Mike! It's cumm---! Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuck." My cunt was screaming at me for attention, and there was no controlling it now. I had to rub it. It needed to come. It demanded an orgasm. I pushed my pajama bottoms and panties off and pulled the sheets of the lower bunk up over my lower naked half. After dipping my middle finger into my drenched opening, I began to gently rub and my clit with it. God it felt so good. I could hear the lucky girl moaning even louder than before, and the bedframe below was banging against the wall. The copulating couple was making no effort to hide its activities. They sounded so hot. My fingers ran over my pussy faster and faster, willing my way toward orgasm. From the room beneath me, I heard the satisfied girl screaming about another orgasm. "I think—it's gonna—I think—I'm gonna—come. My pussy!—is gonna!-come!" As I listened to the boy—Mike was his name—fuck the girl to another soaring climax, I realized how much I yearned for a hard cock to fuck. I wanted to trade places with the orgasming girl. I wanted my pussy pumped aggressively by a strong, hard dick until it was satisfied. No. It was more than desire. My pussy needed to get fucked. It demanded sex. I rubbed my pussy with increased earnestness, racing toward an impending orgasm. As my right hand worked furiously at my clit, I reached my left hand down and began pumping two fingers in and out of my soaked opening. Mike was still fucking the lucky girl like he was some kind of machine, no doubt railing her toward a third orgasm. Oh god, my pussy adored the sexy noises they were making. I rubbed faster and twisted my fingers deeper into my cunt. My breathing came fast, and I panted uncontrollably, tightening my legs and arching my back. The first waves of orgasm began to rise outward from between my legs. My pussy needed this climax more than it had ever needed a climax before. Suddenly the door burst open and light from the hallway flooded in at me. Angie was back, and she was looking right at me. I stopped masturbating, leaving my cunt right on the brink, ruining the massive orgasm that had been about to overtake me. I had been caught jilling. There was no mistaking what I was up to. I was breathing loudly—panting, really—and the room smelled strongly of my soaked pussy. In that instant, as Angie stood by the door looking at me, it's hard to say if I was more embarrassed or more frustrated by my ruined orgasm. I could still hear fucking coming up from beneath us, and my pussy was still imploring me to claw at it till it came. But I couldn't just masturbate with my roommate in the room like some kind of insane sex addict, right? After what seemed like an eternity, Angie climbed back onto the top bunk of her bed. I was completely humiliated. Could I ever look my roommate in the eye again? Over the sound of the still-fucking couple below, Angie broke the awkward silence. "Kristen? I know you're awake." "What?" I responded sheepishly. "Listen. I know you were masturbating. And it's okay. I left the room earlier so that I could masturbate, too. I was frustrated, and I needed to get off." Her admission stunned me. I said nothing. Angie paused. From the room below the sound of fucking was growing louder. In the silence, Angie and I could both hear the girl coming again, announcing her third orgasm. My jealous pussy ached with desire. "It was silly for me to leave the room", Angie continued. "Neither of us should have to leave our room just because we need to rub one out." She paused for a moment again. "Listen, Kristen. I want you to finish. It really won't bother me. This is your room, and you should feel free to touch yourself in here any time you like. And that means whether I'm here or not." The sound of satisfying sex continued to rise up through the floor into our room. I was uncertain if Angie was serious about her proposed arrangement, but my pussy desperately wanted to come. I finally managed to speak. "Are you sure, Angie?" "I'm 100% sure. As long as you let me touch myself whenever I need to in here, too," Angie answered confidently. "That's a fair deal," I replied. And I resumed touching myself immediately. Again, my right hand probed greedily at my clit while my left hand pumped in and out of my pussy. I was working at myself rapidly, jostling the bunkbed as I masturbated. In the room below, Mike was apparently unrelenting. Sounds of fucking continued to fill our room. "God, Angie. I wish I were the girl that was getting fucked right now." "There are two. Two different girls getting fucked by the same guy," Angie clarified. That thought turned me on even more. This Mike was satisfying more than one girl. He sounded superhuman. I wanted him—I wanted him to fuck my pussy. "Then I wish I were either one of them. Or a third girl in there with them. I just want to get fucked." I rubbed furiously at my clit. I was on the edge of my climax again. "Kristen," Angie spoke. "I'm touching myself, too. I can't help it. I'm just too turned on." It was the end for me. The sound of Mike fucking two girls, my ruined orgasm, and now the fact that my roommate was masturbating in the bunk directly above me, it was too much. The sheer ludeness of it all was more than I could take. My pussy clenched and came, throbbing violently and shooting electricity through my body. "Ohhhh gaaaaaaaaaawd," I bellowed. "Fuuuuuuuck." As my cunt shuddered over and over again, I lifted my pelvis into the air, fucking it up at no one in particular. No orgasm had ever consumed me as fully as the one roaring through me at that moment, and I grunted and panted involuntarily from the beginning to the end of it. After what seemed like an eternity, the convulsions slowed, and I pulled my hands away from my pussy, smiling gently and trying to catch my breath. "It sounded like you needed that," Angie observed, as she continued to finger herself. "Yes," I managed between breaths. "Badly. You have no idea." We could still hear wails of pleasure from the first floor. Mike pumped away at one of the girls, or maybe both of them. "I want him to fuck my pussy, too, Kristen. I want Mike to fuck it," Angie confessed to me. I could tell she was jilling with increased enthusiasm, because now she was shaking the bunk as her hand rubbed over her clit. "Me, too." I agreed. "It's been too long since my pussy has seen a cock, and it's hungry for one." The bunkbed shook faster and faster as Angie masturbated, until finally she moaned and announced, "It's coming! Kristen!--It's coming now!" Angie's climax devoured her. I had never been in the same room as another orgasming girl before, and the sound of Angie getting off just a few feet above me was incredibly erotic. I especially liked the way she called my name as she hit her peak. As Angie came down, the mating sounds in the room below finally subsided. Perhaps Mike was subject to normal human limitations on sexual endurance after all. "I'm going to bed, Angie," I said. She did not respond. Perhaps she was still catching her breath. I didn't care. My pussy was satisfied. I closed my eyes, and the darkness quickly consumed me. The Dorm Life Ch. 04 Kristen gets caught masturbating in the showers. Sunlight was pouring into our dorm room as I woke up the next morning. Very quietly, so as not to rouse Angie, I rolled off the bed and stood up on the floor. I glanced briefly at the upper bunk. Angie was sound asleep. Thank goodness. I was concerned about see her this morning after we had masturbated together. Maybe Angie would regret it and it would be painfully awkward. As quietly as possible, I gathered my shower basket and a towel, slipped out the door, and headed for the showers down the hall. The bathroom on our floor of the dormitory included six individual shower stalls separated by laminate partitions with a curtain that you pulled across the stall for privacy. It was still pretty early, and there was no one else in the bathroom. I selected the farthest stall from the door and quickly disrobed, hanging my pajamas on the hook outside the stall and turning the knob in the shower. The water was delightfully warm against my skin. I dunked my head under the spray. Warm water always felt so good. Standing naked and alone in the shower, my mind started to wander to the events of the previous night. The sound of this "Mike" fucking two girls out of their minds, the pounding of the bedframe against the wall, the sound of the girls wailing as they orgasmed over and over again in the room beneath me, my roommate telling me to masturbate in the room with her, and the sound of her thrashing through an orgasm on the bunk above me—it was all so incredibly unbelievable. As these thoughts filled my mind, I realized how incredibly horny I was again. My left hand reached up, almost involuntarily, to my breast, sliding across my hardening nipples as I relived the previous night in my mind. My right hand slipped between my legs and began rubbing my clit, which was already aching for attention. Good lord, I was turning into an insatiable sex maniac, masturbating in front of my roommate and now the next morning in the shower. But good god it felt so fucking good. I leaned back against the shower stall and masturbated with urgency. My breathing quickened and my pussy gushed as my fingers frigged faster and faster at my hardened clit. I squeezed at my tits, using my left hand to pinch and pull first at one nipple and then at the other. This was going to be a powerful orgasm. And then the door to the bathroom opened, and Morgan, who occupied the room directly next to Angie and me, walked in. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why do I keep getting interrupted right before I'm about to come?" I thought. Morgan could tell it was me by the top of my head and the towel hanging from the shower stall. "Hey, Kris. What's up?" she said politely. "Hi," I muttered back, pulling my hand away from my cunt reluctantly. Morgan set her shower kit down directly alongside my own on the bench outside the shower stalls, took off her towel, and stepped into the stall that was directly adjacent to the one I occupied. She turned on the faucet and stepped under the water. Her body was only a foot or two away from me. The only thing separating our stalls was a thin laminate partition that divided each of the six shower stalls in the girls' bathroom from the others. We could just see the tops of each other's heads over the partition. Morgan, who was always very chatty, started in. "Oh my god, Kris. Last night there was the absolutely loudest sex I have ever heard in my life coming from the downstairs boys' floor. It was absolutely shameless." I wanted to say, "Yeah, girl. I was just reliving it and masturbating my cunt to the brink of an orgasm before you fucking interrupted me, you bitch," but instead I just said, "Oh?" "Seriously, what's wrong with people? Like, can't you keep it down a little? I mean what the heck was happening in that room that some girl had to be loud enough for me to hear up on our floor?" I said nothing. Each molecule of warm water running over my pussy was torture. I dared to reach down and gently tap at my clit while Morgan talked to me from the adjacent shower stall. Fucking hell it felt so good. My pussy was screaming at me for satisfaction, begging me to hungrily pet my clit until all of the pent up tension in my body was gloriously released. Oblivious to my predicament, Morgan went on. "I mean, it had to be exaggerated. No one has sex that feels that good. I mean, it sounded like the guy had a magic penis!" "Maybe he does?" I thought, but instead I just stammered back "Hmmm." I kept my right hand tapping at my pussy. There was no way I could make it another minute. My pussy needed to be finished off straight away. I "accidentally dropped" my shampoo container to the ground and squatted down to pick it up so that I'd be totally out of Morgan's line of sight. Sitting down on my butt, I opened my legs as wide as they would go in the cramped stall and rubbed furiously at my pussy. I was still right on the precipice of my orgasm. My pussy would be pulsing and squirting in no time. Morgan continued talking idly while I frigged madly at myself in the shower stall right next to her. "I mean, when my boyfriend and I do it, I try to exercise a little bit of shame and discretion. I don't just scream and yell like some kind of sex-crazed banshee for the entire dormitory to hear. You know?" I was incapable of responding. There was no holding it back now. It was coming, and it was going to be massive. "Anyway, do you want to grab some breakfast in the caf with me after we get dressed?" Morgan innocently inquired. I was barely aware that she was talking. My right hand flew frantically over my clit in blur. I cupped my left hand over my mouth in an effort to muffle any involuntary noise that might pour out of me. And then my pussy came. God, it came. I tried desperately not to, but I couldn't help but moan rhythmically as each violent contraction roared out from between my legs. My body contorted and thrashed on the wet floor of the shower stall as my cunt shuddered and throbbed. I had tried to stifle the noise of my massive orgasm by covering my mouth with my hand, but it was hopeless. There was no disguising what was happening. I was audibly panting and grunting and orgasming only a few inches away from Morgan. And it went on and on for 20—no, 30—no, it must have been 40 seconds, until finally the contractions subsided, and I lay in a disheveled heap on the floor of the shower stall. Morgan had grown quiet as pussy achieved its desperately needed release, but then, as I lay uselessly on the wet floor, she stammered at me. "Kris? Did you just . . .? You were masturbating? In the public showers? With—with me standing right next to you?" Morgan was so appalled that she was having trouble getting the words out. I didn't respond. I couldn't move. My now-sated horniness had turned to intense shame. How could I let my pussy take control of me like that? How could I let it force me to masturbate in a public shower like some kind of degenerate desperate slut, right next to my dorm-mate? "You're a . . . a freak. You're a . . . a . . . a sex pervert!" Morgan accused me, exasperated and aghast. I had to get out of there. I stood up, turned the water off and threw open the shower curtain. I hastily fixed my towel around my body, dumped my shower supplies into my shower kit, grabbed my pajamas, and ran for the door as fast as I could. "What's wrong with you? You're a sicko!" Morgan's accusations hung in the air and chased after me, as I darted out of the showers and out into the hallway. I scampered frantically toward the safety of my room, throwing the door open as fast as I could and ducking inside. Safely on the other side, I closed the door abruptly behind me and stood with my back against the door, my heart pounding and my breathing fast. I looked up. It took me a minute to comprehend what I was seeing. Angie was on the top bunk. She was on her hands and knees, and she was . . . stark naked? She looked me right in the eye and smiled. Her breasts were swaying, and I could hear a slap-slap-slapping noise. I looked higher up, behind her. There was a boy, a gorgeous boy, slamming his powerful, hardened cock into her over and over and over again. They didn't stop or even slow down when I entered the room. They were rutting like insane animals in heat, and my presence wasn't going to interrupt them—nothing was. The entire dormitory could have walked into the room, and they still wouldn't have stopped savagely smashing their genitals together. I lowered my gaze from the boy and looked back at Angie as she proudly announced with a grunt, "I'm going to come now," opening her eyes to their full width and letting out a low whimper as the nameless boy pumped her vagina relentlessly. I could hear her pussy sloshing with increased wetness, and I could smell its scent thicken in the air as I watched her spasm against him like a raging whore, moaning loudly enough for the entire floor to hear. Through it all, the boy pistoned away at her like a gladiator, filling the entirety of her depths with his rock-hard member. As she finally came back down to earth, she looked at me and smiled, her bare tits swaying at me as the boy's powerful thrusts continued unabated. There wasn't a hint a shame on Angie's face, only the pleasure that comes from a sweet, desperately-needed orgasmic release. "Holy shit, Mike. You're the best fuck I've ever had. Kristen, you have to try him." The Dorm Life Ch. 05 Angie and Kristen take turns with Mike. I woke up, fully satisfied from the night before. Opening my eyes, I took in my surroundings. Sara's incredible naked body was nuzzled up against me on my left and Julie's totally nude body was on my right, her soft breasts pressed firmly against my shoulders. Both of them were fast asleep in the cramped bed. Gently, I lifted Sara's arm off my chest and carefully pushed her thigh off of my own. Then I lifted my leg over Julie very delicately, so as not to rouse her or Sara and stood up naked in the bedroom. I stretched my arms upward in the air and took in a deep breath, waking all the way up. My bulging cock jutted outward and upward, fully stiff, as it was most mornings. I tiptoed toward my closet, not wanting to wake anyone up. Intent on taking a warm shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my lower body. I reached up to grab my shower supplies when I heard the door knob to the room jiggle. Was someone trying to come in? Still taking pains to avoid waking up the other inhabitants of the room, I went over to the door wearing nothing more than my towel and very quietly opened it. There was a girl on the other side, in a short nightgown. She was vaguely familiar and incredibly cute. Yes! She lived somewhere on the floor above me, on the girls floor. I didn't know her name. "Can I help you?" I asked quietly, with a slightly confused tone. She looked into the room, her eyes pausing at the sight of the two naked girls in my bed. "Ummm. Are you Mike?" she inquired back, speaking only slightly louder than a whisper herself. "Uh. Yes." I said. The girl poked her head past me and into the room, her eyes catching sight of the two still-sleeping naked coeds on the bottom bunk. Then she clasped my left hand with her two hands. "Please. Yes. Come with me," she said in a pleading tone. She tugged at my hand unexpectedly, and I stumbled across the threshold of my door and into the hallway. I reached down and grasped the towel around my waist, which nearly fell off when she pulled at me. I stammered at her. "Um wait. I'm only wearing a towel. What are you--" "It's okay," she interrupted, pulling me down the hallway toward the stairwell that led to the second floor--the girls' floor. She led me into the stairwell, up the stairs, onto the second floor, down her hallway, and to a dorm room, which she quickly opened and pulled me into. The dorm room was empty. The girl closed the door behind us and lifted her short nightgown over her head. She was naked now, except for a skimpy pair of panties. She had two relatively small but firm breasts. They matched her sleek, athletic body perfectly. This nameless girl was positively gorgeous. She looked me up and down briefly and then leaned toward me and placed her lips upon mine, pressing her tongue deep into my mouth. As we kissed aggressively, I grabbed ahold of her body and pulled her close to me. Her hands fumbled against the towel around my waist, and it dropped to the floor. She immediately began grabbing at my already-hardened prick, rubbing it aggressively as we continued to kiss. Her soft hands felt so good pulling along the length of my shaft. The nameless girl broke off our kissing for a moment and looked me right in the eyes, saying, "I want you now. Please fuck me." She quickly peeled her panties down to the ground, stepped out of them, and jumped up onto the top bunk in the dormitory. Getting onto her hands and knees, she pointed her pussy directly at me and wagged it toward me. I stayed on the ground, looking at the soaked pussy laid out before me. "Please don't make me keep begging," she pleaded, turning her head back toward and looking me in the eyes. She was still on all fours waggling her ass at me, presenting her pussy and hoping that I would fill it with my rigid cock. I had never seeing a girl so incredibly desperate--so in need of a fuck in my life. Like a bitch in heat, she continued to wave her moistening pussy at me, trying with all her guile to coax me into penetrating her. Still, I didn't move. "Please," she whimpered for a third time, with anguish in her voice. Each moment that her cunt remained unfilled was torture, and, the evil part of me taking over, I decided to let her torment linger for a bit longer. The nameless girl continued to look me in the eyes as a look of mounting despair took over her face. I could tell she had an agonizing ache between her legs, and I was the only one who could ease her suffering. Still, though, I stood motionless. My fully erect penis, the elixir she needed, was jutting straight out at her on a few feet from where she was beckoning me with her sexy, swaying ass. Distressed by my continued silence and inaction, she looked away from me, groaned pathetically, and reached her hand between her legs, rubbing her fingers over her fully-engorged clit. The nameless girl was so horny that she couldn't stop herself from frigging off right in front of me. As she continued masturbating, she started rhythmically humping her pussy back toward me, unconsciously hoping that her opening would bump into a cock. "Oh god," she moaned, rubbing at herself with increased vigor. For a few long minutes, I stood and watched her claw at her pussy and thrust at the air while she tried to finger away her painful need for an orgasm. And then deciding I had tortured her enough, I responded. I climbed up onto the top bunk with her, as her frantic masturbation continued. I slowly lined up my cock with her pussy and rubbed the tip against her lips, eliciting a hopeful groan. And then I plunged myself into her, all the way to bottom in one fast motion. "Oh my fucking god!" the nameless girl yelled as I entered her. She was sopping wet and warm and so tight that it felt like the walls of her pussy would cut off the blood flow to my cock. I began thrusting, fast and hard. She removed her hand from her clit and planted her hands in front of her on the bed as I rutted powerfully in and out of her from behind. The girl met each of my hard thrusts, bucking back against me. Every time my cock crunched against the back of her cunt, she grunted like an animal--involuntarily and loudly--fully consumed by the pleasure in her pussy. There was nothing soft or romantic about it. We were capital "F" fucking. Like a couple of dogs this was hard, fast sex. We were both trying to get off, as fast as possible. As I kept humping into her, suddenly the door in front of us swung open and another, equally attractive coed (who was wearing nothing more than a towel) entered the room and slowly lifted her gaze to us. The presence of this new girl didn't interrupt our fucking. We didn't even slow down. The nameless girl kept pressing her ass back at me and I kept pounding her, my pelvis slapping loudly against her ass as we fucked. The addition of this onlooker was irrelevant. "I'm going to come now," she announced, and, letting out a low whimper, her back arched and her body stiffened. I felt her pussy clench even tighter as it released moisture all around my cock. But I just continued to jackhammer into her hole while she spasmed and moaned below me and her cunt forcefully throbbed around my member. As the girl's climax slowly subsided, she collapsed, her front hands giving way and her face planting directly on the mattress in front of her. "Holy shit, Mike. You're the best fuck I've ever had," she complimented me, while I continued to slam into her pussy. "Kristen, you have to try him," the nameless girl said to her friend. Kristen didn't wait for any further invitation. She took off her towel revealing her ample breasts and, nude, climbed onto the now-crowded top bunk with the other girl and me. Still plunging into the other girl hard and fast, I looked at the new arrival, and, quite awkwardly, introduced myself to the naked girl. "Umm, you're Kristen?" "Yeah," she said, as she pulled the nameless girl's body forward, trying to interrupt our mating. "I'm Mike. What's her name?" I asked, pointing at the girl I was fucking. "Angie. She didn't tell you her name?" Kristen asked with an exasperated tone, pushing at my abs and at Angie's ass, trying to get me to pull our conjoined bodies apart. Angie, who still trying to catch her breath, replied for me, "There was no time. I needed to get straight to the sex." I was still sawing in and out of Angie, more gently now. Kristen wanted me to stop. "It's my turn. Take it out of her, Mike," she demanded. I complied, sliding my cock out of Angie. It was ice-hard, sticking up at the ceiling, and throbbing forcefully as it anticipated entering a new young pussy. "Lay back," Kristen commanded, pushing my chest back onto the bed. Taking my dick with her left hand, she straddled me and guided me inside of her. She was drenched, and I slipped inside with ease. "Oh nice," Kristen said, smiling as I filled her. This new pussy was just as deliciously cramped as the one I had vacated moments before, and it squeezed my dick as I pressed into its depths. Kristen began to fuck down and up over me, grinning widely. She rode me aggressively, slapping her pelvis against mine and panting as she fucked. Angie, meanwhile had sat up on the other side of the bed and was watching her go after me. "My pussy wants to come, Mike. It needs to get off," Kristen said ludely while increasing her pace. She was shaking the bed now, fucking at me. She put her hands against my chest and dug her nails into me, with a fierce look on her face. She was fucking the shit out of me, and she was determined to get herself off. It wasn't going to take long. As Kristen ravaged me harder and harder, Angie drank it all in from the other side of the bed, mindlessly touching herself. These females had lost their minds. They were nothing but their sex at the moment, merely a couple of suffering soaking-wet pussies starving for an orgasm. "Such---a---good---cock," Kristen grunted out, careening toward her climax. She was going faster and faster, her breasts bouncing up and down in a blur before me. "Here it goes!" she announced, and with that her body convulsed, her pussy clenching at my rod. She arched her back and moaned while fluid poured out from between her legs, dripping down my testicles and wetting the bed beneath me while wave after wave of precious release ran through her. Her body quivered and trembled for nearly a minute. It had only take her pussy a few dozen seconds of riding on my cock to climb to its orgasm, but once it started pulsing, her vagina's climax seemed to go on and on. Finally with one gentle moan, Kristen collapsed onto me, the steady drumbeat of her orgasm gently subsiding and her breasts squishing against my chest. She was satisfied and fully spent. Angie looked at me with wonder. "Mike, did you get to, you know, come yet?" she asked sheepishly. I shook my head at her. "You have some stamina, boy," Angie said. "I think it's your turn. Let's get you off. Kristen, move." Angie pushed Kristen's mostly-limp body off of me, releasing my still fully-erect cock. Then she started caressing it expertly, grinning at me. "Come for us, Mike," she coaxed. It was throbbing and bulging so hard that I thought one of its veins might pop. It wouldn't take long for Angie's hand to take me over the edge. There was a knock at the door. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. "Kristen! How dare you run aware from me? Get out here right now, you freak!" a voice chastised from the other side of the door. "Is that... Morgan?" Angie asked, pausing the handjob she had been giving me, much to my displeasure. "I think so," Kristen replied as she hopped off the top bunk, went to the door, and opened it, still utterly nude.

T-shirt for sale by FunKelly T-shirt for sale. Part 60 Alone in the stable, and unable to deny the heightened tingling between my legs, I looked back to make sure I was the only one in the barn. I kept my back to the entrance, making sure that no one could see what I was about to do. For the first time in my life, I slid my two first fingers into my slit, then probed for the spot that would make me feel the way I did, when I was riding Chestnut. It took me only seconds to find it, so I took another look behind me, then returned to pleasuring myself. I felt so ashamed that I had to imagine the three boys were sitting on their milk crates, surrounding me, as I was rubbing my happy spot with my two fingers, but the physical stimulation wasn't enough. I wanted to get that same feeling I had when I had my very first orgasm. I spread my legs farther apart, pretending the three boys were sitting around me, watching as I continued to feverishly rub my happy spot. Within seconds, I let out a little screech, and my hand was filled with the same milky-white substance, I had left on Chestnut's back. As I tried to catch my breath, Doris walked up, and asked, "Well Kelly. Did you like that one too?" Knowing she was referring to my second orgasm of the day, not to mention it was the second orgasm of my life, I looked up to her, and replied, "Yeah. I like having orgasms", as I sat there, legs spread wide open, with my hand and pussy saturated with my own cum. She sat back down on the milk crate across from me, took a wet wash cloth, and spread my legs even further apart, then started cleaning the sticky substance from my vagina. "Well. Now that the idea of having another orgasm will not be consuming your thoughts for the rest of the day, it's time to walk you back to the pool area, so you can meet up with your mom and sister". she said, as she took my hands, pulled me up from the milk crate. "Kelly", she continued, "By now, everyone thinks you are experimenting with the nudist lifestyle. Try to refrain from covering your private areas. Try to act as if being naked, among so many clothed people, is totally natural for you". I told her how Sharon had told me the same thing. "Then listen to your sister", she said, as she walked me up the the pool. Several people passed us on the way, including older people in golf carts, kids and young adults on bicycles, and some who were walking. Most were headed to or from the lake. As we walked through the gate to the swimming pool, Doris quietly reminded me to act as though I was I true nudist. We took two lounge chairs next to mom and Sharon, and I removed my hiking boots and socks. I stood up and was headed for the pool, when I heard my mom call out, "Kelly. Be sure to put some sunscreen on your vagina and your bottom. You don't want a sunburn on those sensitive areas". Knowing everyone in ear shot must have been looking at me, I thought I would die of embarrassment. I turned towards her, with a glare in my eyes, fighting the urge to cover my shame. Sharon was belly laughing, but not making a sound, as Doris gave me a reassuring glance, while mouthing the words, "You are a nudist". I walked over to my mother, took the bottle of sunscreen she was holding out, and squirted some on the left palm of my hand. I handed the sunscreen back to mom, then rubbed my hands together. With every ounce of defiance I could muster, I rubbed the sunscreen on my butt cheeks, then coated my vagina with the greasy lotion. I went to turn to the pool again, when mom said, "Honey. Don't forget your nipples". I took the already greasy palms of my hands, and smeared the lotion on my non-existent breasts and erect nipples. Giving my mom that, "There! are to satisfied?", expression, as I headed back to the pool. I ran up to the pool and did a cannon ball, landing in the water close to my three guy friends, who were already in the pool. When I came up, my friends of almost nine years were waiting for me, and were not going to waste the moment. Knowing how my mom can be, they kept their comments low, but were intent on humiliating me. "Kelly.....Did you cover your vagina with sunscreen ?", one sarcastically asked. "Don't forget your nipples, honey", another added. I sternly said, in a low voice, "Quit It You Guys! You're the reason I'm in this mess in the first place! You're supposed to be my friends". They chuckled I little, then told me they would let up. I stayed in the water as the three of them went to the diving board. They tried to get me to go with them, but I felt that may be a bit much, so remained in the safety of the water. I swam around for twenty minutes, knowing that any of the kids who had diving masks, were probably looking at my naked body from under the surface of the water. This didn't bother me much, but it seemed to excite me a little. Not knowing who was seeing me naked from under the water was kind of a thrill. My guy friends would revisit me, as they continued to use the diving board, constantly on a quest to get me up there. I continued to refuse, knowing only a small group of people could see me if I stayed in the water. Doris waved goodbye, as she left about 4:45 to meet a small group of trail riders, down at the stable. All of a sudden, I heard Lauren call out for me. "Kelly. Can I talk to you for a moment, sweetheart ?, she asked, standing at the shallow end of the pool. There were no parents or children in the foot deep water at the time. I was worried she was mad I was swimming naked in the public pool, so started to make my way towards her. I swam until I was in about two and a half feet of water, then had no choice but to stand up. Revealing my twelve year old naked body once again, to all those in the surrounding area, was humiliating. I summoned my courage, while relinquishing my dignity at the same time. I stepped over the separation floating rope into the foot deep water, exposed for all to see. Lauren asked, "So Kelly. Have you given any more thought to performing in my play?" Relieved I was not going to be scolded, for being naked in the public pool, I quietly replied, "Thanks. But I think I'll just go home with my mom and sister tomorrow". Looking a bit disappointed, but maintaining her smile, she said, "Do me a favor. Stop by the office after your swim. I'd like to give you a copy of the script anyway, in case you change your mind or want to come back for another week during the summer". I agreed, then returned to the deep end of the pool, pretending I was not humiliated from the short conversation and the exposure that came with it. Shortly after, mom called out, "Kelly. It's almost time to go, as my sister continued sunbathing in her bikini. T-shirt for sale. Part 61 I took a deep breath, then climbed the ladder from the pool, and walked to where my mom and sister were laying on their lounge chairs. I told my mom how Lauren wanted me to meet her at the office, before we headed to our cabin. Mom said, "Sharon. Take your sister to the office, then see she gets back to our cabin. I'll meet you girls back there". Sharon complained, "Just because she wants to be a nudist, I have to be her chaperone ?", while winking at me. "Sharon. Please do as I ask", my mom replied. "Come on Kelly. Put your boots on", my sister replied. I put my socks and hiking boot on, then stood up, facing my mom and sister, still dripping wet. I was not going to give my mother the satisfaction of denying me a towel, so I looked at Sharon, and asked, "Are you ready?" Sharon continued to complain, until we were out of earshot of my mom. "Sharon! Why are you purposely making me feel like I am a burden to you? You know this is not my fault!" She grinned, then replied, "Just the prerogative of an older sister to embarrass her younger sister, I guess", as we walked the short distance to the office. We entered the office to find Lauren with six five year old girls, dressed in yellow T-shirts that said "Sunshine Girls", and green shorts. The girls looked at me, then one of them said, "Look. She's showing everyone her privates". All six girls started giggling and pointing at me. I felt about an inch tall, when Lauren intervened, and said, "Girls. This is Kelly. Kelly is a nudist. Do any of your girls know what a nudist is?" The same little blonde girl who pointed me out, replied, "Someone who likes to show everyone her privates?" Again the six girls started giggling and pointing at me. Lauren said, "No Sarah. A nudist a person the engages in the practice of going naked wherever possible". This did little to limit the ridicule from the six young girls. I had walked naked from the lake, all around the entire campground, had my first orgasm on the back of a horse, had my second in the stables, and had been seen totally naked by almost everyone at the campground, but this was the first time I covered my pussy with my hands, since Sharon had threatened to tell mom about me having my first orgasm, on Chestnut's back. Sharon could be heard behind me, trying to hold back her laughing, as Lauren said, "Girls. Now don't be silly". Still the six, five year old girls, were laughing and pointing at me, as one of them said, "Look. Now she's covering up her pee-pee", as the laughter became louder. It was the ultimate in humiliation. I turned to walk out the door, just to be blocked by my sister. She whispered in my ear, "No way, Kelly. You're not going anywhere. Now remove your hands from your pussy, or I'll tell mom what happened on the trail ride". I slowly removed my hands from my pussy, and turned back around, covered in nothing but my complete and utter shame. "Look. Now she's showing her pee-pee again", came a little voice from the group of six. "That's enough girls", Lauren said. "Now wait here while I talk to Kelly, then I'll take you to your cabin to meet Stephanie. She'll be your group leader for the week". Lauren turned to me with a little smile, and said, "Kids". She then walked behind the counter and pulled out a copy of the script for her play. She handed it to me, then said, "Please read it. You may change your mind, or decide to return for another week this summer. I knew when I wrote it, the possibility of finding a young girl for the lead role would be almost impossible. When I heard you were experimenting with the nudist lifestyle this weekend, I though this might be my only chance to put on the production. Take the script and let me know if you have a change of heart". I looked down at the script. The title of the play was printed in two bold letter words, "Wrong Camp". I looked at Lauren, then simply replied, "O.k. I'll read it". Sharon and I left the office, when I heard, "That Was Awesome!", Sharon screeched, as she was now laughing out loud. "Kelly! You were just 'Owned' by six little girls in kindergarten! But don't worry, I won't tell mom about your little horseback episode. I think the little girls complete debasement of you, is enough for now. I would have paid money to see that". I held the script up to my chest, knowing my nipples must have been erect, since they started hurting again. I wanted to get back to the cabin as soon as possible, but could not deny the tingling in my pussy, was once again elevated. Sharon could see I was visibly upset by the experience, and said, "O.k. I'll let up little sister". She then threw in a last minute jab, saying, "Come on 'Privates', lets get you back to the cabin". "Sharon!", I complained. She just laughed, and we headed back towards the cabin. On our way back, Sharon said, "Kelly. If you decide to act in Lauren's play, I'll stay here with you". I replied, "I'm not doing the play, Sharon. I probably won't even read it". "You told her you would read it, so you should at least do that", she replied. As we passed by the pool area Sharon made it a point to stop as often as possible, leaving my little naked body exposed for all those around to see. My eyes were focused on the path that led to our cabin, when Bruce walked up to us. "Hi girls", he said. "Oh Kelly, I see you have a copy of the script. Does that mean you're taking the lead role?" I replied, "I told Lauren I would read it, then let her know", aware I had no intention of performing in the play. "Well I hope you decide to take the role. Lauren wrote that script four years ago. Even as she was writing it, she would tell me that it would take a courageous young girl to play the lead character. She hasn't met that girl yet, but I'm afraid when she found out you were a practicing nudist, she's gotten her hopes up. Well, whatever you decide, it's still has been a pleasure having you girls here for the weekend". He then smiled at us and walked back towards the pool area. I was wondering how I went from experimenting with the nudist lifestyle, to being a practicing nudist, when Sharon and I were getting close to the cabin. She said, "Mom wants us to go to the campfire tonight". I was thinking how it was the last thing I wanted to do, when Sharon said, "Why don't I convince mom to let you stay at the cabin to read the script, while she and I go?" I looked at her, and asked, "Would you do that?" Sharon replied, "Sure, but you have to read the script and seriously think about it. Bruce and Lauren have been mom's friends for a long time, and they seem really hopeful you'll do it". I told her I would read the script, then let her know first. We arrived at the cabin to find mom preparing the picnic table for dinner. She looked at me, and asked, "What's that sweetheart?" I told her it was the script for Lauren's play. With no pressure, she said, "Kelly if you want to do it, I think you should do it. If you don't, then don't". That's when Sharon suggested they leave me behind at the cabin to read the script, while they attend the campfire. Mom was a bit hesitant, but then agreed. All I knew, is that I didn't have to go out in public, totally naked that night. Each cabin had a phone and locks on the doors and windows, so I felt I would be safe, as I spent the evening alone and naked, while I read the script. T-shirt for sale. Part 62 While mom was cooking burgers on the grille, a couple about her age, who were staying at the cabin across from ours, walked over. "Hi Jimmy. Hi Jane", my mom said, The two exchanged greetings, then mom started to introduce Sharon and I, to yet another couple she apparently knew for a long time, but I had never met. I started to wonder if she had some kind of a double life or something. Jimmy and Jane said hello to my sister. They were not the first to say how they had met her when she was four years old. They then turned their focus on me. "Well. No doubt about who the nudist in this family is. You must be Kelly", Jane said, with a big smile. Unsure of how to respond, I just nodded my head, "Yes". "Kelly will be staying at the cabin, while Sharon and I go to the campfire. Will you two be around to keep an eye on her? She's reading Lauren's "Wrong Camp" script tonight". ""Oh Susan, (my mom's name) she would be perfect for the role. She's just the right age and has an adorable little figure". "It's up to her Jane", my mom casually replied, still cooking the burgers. Jimmy then said, "We'll be right here all night Susan, if she needs anything". He then turned to Jane, and said, "Let's go Jane. Let them eat their dinner", as he was steering Jane towards their cabin. I was filled with curiosity about how my mom knew all of these people at the campground, but they only met Sharon when she was four, and had never met me. Figuring Jane may shed some light on the subject, I ran up to her, and asked, "Can you come stay with me when mom and Sharon go to the campfire?" "Of course I will Kelly", she replied, never relinquishing her smile. We finished dinner at 7:00, and the campfire was scheduled down at the lake for 8:00. Mom and Sharon covered each other in bug spray, then mom said, "Kelly. Be sure to use the bug spray if you stay outside the cabin. The cabin was one large room with a sink, mini fridge and microwave. The bathroom had a stand up shower stall and toilet. All cooking, other than the microwave, was done on the grille. There were four twin beds and a small table with four chairs. A couch and coffee table were the only other furnishings in the small but quaint space. Before long, mom and Sharon headed for the lake. We had a lantern for light, and tiki torch to keep the bugs away, out by the picnic table. Jane came right over, so I decided to start reading the script out at the picnic table. I was reading for about three minutes, when I realized the script was so close to my personal experience at the campground. I started feeling like there would be little actual acting involved, but more repeating my exploits of the day, so I looked up to Jane, and asked, "How did you meet my mom?" Jane had brought a book with her, and was reading it when I asked the question. She closed the book, and said, "Well Kelly. Your mom and dad, Bruce and Lauren. Jimmy and I, and of course Doris, along with many others, all met right here when we were between the ages of 12 and 16. We were all runaways and some how met up at this location, when it was nothing but a run down old farm. We were all so young, but we did put the old trailers and dilapidated farmhouse in good enough shape to live in. At least for a while". Jane went on to tell me how although nudity was fairly common, my mom had taken it to an all new level. She said, "Kelly. Your mom would wake up in the morning and head to the lake with nothing but her flip flops and a bar of soap. I think she was about fourteen years old. She would take her bath down there, and return to the trailer, often stopping to talk to those around the commune, with absolutely no clothes and no shame. Everyone was just got used to seeing your mom naked. It's just the way it was in those days. The only time she put something on, was when it got below 65 degrees. Otherwise, she was always naked". "Kelly. We were family. Not just because we had all left out biological families, but because we felt part of a family. Over the years, Bruce, Lauren and Doris, with weekend help from the rest of us, turned the old commune into the campground you see today. Your mom told Jimmy and I how she found you naked at the lake this morning". I was so embarrassed I just looked down, as she continued. "That's when your mom realized you were just like her, and why Bruce and Lauren allowed you to enjoy your nudity and your freedom". It was all starting to make sense to me now. Everyone actually believed I was a nudist, because my mom was a nudist, when she was younger. Instead of engaging in some plot to humiliate me all weekend, they were all supporting what they had perceived was my desire to explore the nudist lifestyle. Although this new revelation did nothing to diminish my public humiliation whatsoever, I did feel better that it was not intentionally carried out to purposely embarrass me in front of everyone at the campground. I turned my attention back to the script, as Jane resumed reading her book. ***** I opened my eyes to find Becky was still gently massaging her clit, while hanging on every word. "Well?", she said. "Well what?", I asked. "Did you perform in the play?" I replied, "You'll have to wait until we get back to my house. I'll finish the story there". She immediately knelt down before me, spread my legs and started to eat my pussy. Without as much as a tap on the door, Luis walked in to find us that way, leaving the door open as some of the women looked into the sauna to see Becky licking my now soaking wet pussy. Becky didn't relent a bit, as we were now on public display. T-shirt for sale. Part 63 Luis said, "I hate to break this up ladies, but I have something to show our guests and would like you to attend. Becky looked up to me and said, "I'll finish this later", as she stood up, grabbed her skirt and shoes from outside the sauna door, and put them back on, leaving me as the only one naked, once again. Luis and Eric led the twelve women, Becky and I to the door that led to the back of the building, as Glen and Craig followed behind us. As Luis unlocked the door, Eric turned to us, and said, Ladies. This is our 'Hologram Experience'. We all entered the large space. Other than a replica of a bar surrounded by eighteen or so bar stools in the corner of the room, it was completely empty. Glen stood in front of the bar and addressed us. "Ladies. We can replicate any scenario you can imagine in this room. If your hot button is being the only one naked in a crowd, you can experience it here". I knew he used that example for my benefit, thanks to information he must have received from Becky. "Ladies. This is your Fantasy Land". Simply reserve the room as an individual or as a group, let us know you fantasy, and we will see to it that you experience that fantasy safely, right here in this room". Becky called out, "Kelly likes to be humiliated, while naked in public! Can you dial up that scenario?" I would have grabbed her by her shirt to protest, but she wasn't wearing one. Instead, I just stood there in horror, as all eyes were now focused on my naked body. All twelve women cheered in agreement, as my fate was now sealed. Becky kissed me, then slid her tongue inside my mouth, while whispering, "Have fun Dirty Girl". As she pulled away, I was barely able to take my eyes off of her, as she stood there topless, wearing only her ultra short referee skirt and black high top Converse All Stars. She was so adorable. While I was taking in the view of my cute little girlfriend (I feels strange referring to Becky as my girlfriend, but she is) the lights in the room started to dim, when out of nowhere, the room was filled with at least 100 dressed images of both men and women of all adult ages. They seemed so real it was difficult to tell the images from the real people in the room. I was getting disapproving looks from almost all of the lifelike images, making me feel so ashamed, I made the critical mistake of covering up my pussy with my hands. Immediately all the images started pointing at me and laughing. They seemed so real, I was on the verge of tears. "Oh look! The little slut is going to cry", said one of the female images. "If you didn't want everyone to see your pussy, why are you walking around naked?", came the voice from another. Becky reached around me from behind and pulled my hands from my pussy, as she whispered in my ear, "They're not real Kelly, but the expressions of the twelve women are. Look how elated they are, as they're thinking about the possibilities for their own fantasies. My brother and his three partners could not have asked for a better advertisement. Now be the Dirty Girl I know and love, and stand up to these people". With every drop of modesty, dignity and self-esteem having been completely stripped from me, I eagerly searched for some inner courage to help alleviate the utter shame I was feeling. It was not to be. Becky took my hand and led me through the crowd of 100 plus apparitions. The dirty looks and demeaning comments continued to fly, as she sat me up on the bar. She spread my legs wide open, looked up at me, and said, "Go on, Kelly. Tell them how you want them to see your pussy". As the images gathered around me, I barely noticed the real people in the room. My nipples were so erect I thought they would burst. I remained speechless, as the 'Hologram Experience' felt more like it was actually happening, rather than some virtual reality fantasy. My body was quivering, as my pussy was swelling with excitement. Becky realized I was catatonic, and spoke for me. "Yes! You are all correct! Kelly loves it when strangers see her pussy. Everyone! Step right up and see for yourself". The images came closer and closer, as Becky started to part my pussy lips, giving all around (both real and virtual) a clear view of the inside of my most private area. Overcome with both utter humiliation and total arousal, I focused on the many human images that seemed to be so real. As I was sitting spread eagle on the bar, Becky called out, "Do you all want to see Kelly have an orgasm?" Stunned, I just sat there, continuing to allow all those around to see me at my most vulnerable. Becky whispered in my ear, "O.k. Dirty Girl. It's time to put on a show". She laid me out on the bar, spread my legs apart, as the bottoms of my feet, once again were touching. Becky inserted her talented fingers into my pussy, then started to massage my clit, as all around were watching. I kept my focus on Becky, as I began to be aware I was about to have another public orgasm. She feverishly worked my clitoris, while I moaned and reeled upon the bar. I then had the biggest of all of my public orgasms. The volume of cum to flow from my pussy was the largest yet. I collapsed in total, physical exhaustion, then became completely limp. Becky of course, gathered my secretion, then spread it all over my torso, my hair, and this time my face. "I love you Dirty Girl", she said, as she again whispered in my ear, "You have forty minutes left in your fantasy. You get to walk around naked, knowing everyone, real or imagined, just watched you cum on this bar". Still limp, I just smiled, and said, "O.K.". Becky pulled me up from my lateral position, helped me off the bar, then proceeded to walk me around the room, among the many virtual people, and those who were oh so real. Covered in my own cum, I felt so dirty and cheap, as Becky paraded me in front of those in the room. Still, I could not deny the sexual satisfaction I felt, as I walked completely naked, in front of everyone in attendance. T-shirt for sale. Part 64 The images seemed so real, it was becoming difficult to tell who was real and who was not. I started seeing faces I hadn't seen before, most of which seemed more astounded at my public debauchery, than disapproving. No one was laughing at me, or pointing any longer. I soon found myself searching for those I could recognized, but they seemed few and far between. Becky paraded me twice around the bar, as I started feeling like I was hallucinating. As we finished our second go around the bar, we met up with two of the women from the open house. Becky was sure to hold my left hand in her left hand, as she stood behind me, exposing what she wanted, but leaving me the main attraction. "Hey girls", she said, while revealing some of her attributes, but leaving my entire, cum soaked, sticky, naked body, on display for all to see. One of the women looked me over, as the hologram images seemed to get closer, then back off. She turned to Becky, and said, "Well Becky. You were right. She cums in buckets, when she has an audience". About to die of embarrassment, I heard the other woman say, "I can see why you call her your Dirty Girl", as she was also looking me over. "She's covered in her own cum. I'd say that is as dirty as it gets. Definitely, a Dirty Girl". Becky responded by saying, "Enjoy the rest of the Open House, ladies", as she escorted me through the maze of hologram images, and the remaining ten women from the open house. Feeling more ashamed than I had ever felt before, I was powerless in Becky's hands. She knew what excited me, and would continue to exploit it. We were almost at the halfway point of the hologram experience, when the lights seemed to get brighter and the imaginary people faded away, leaving me in the most humiliating of circumstances. I was surrounded by at least twenty additional real clothed people. They had filtered them in among the images, while Becky was bringing me to climax on the bar. Becky held my hands, keeping me totally exposed, as the crowd of now almost forty clothed people started cheering and clapping. I just stood there feeling sullied and cheap, yet unable to deny the tingling I had first felt between my legs at age twelve, was in full force once again. "Surprise Kelly! We set this all up, just for you, Dirty Girl!", Becky exclaimed, with a huge smile on her face, as the clapping and cheering continued to echo from the crowd. I had no idea how to feel. I mean really, what do you do in a situation like that? Take a bow? I just provided almost forty people, with a live display of total lasciviousness. I wasn't even sure if I should give them an appreciative smile. Instead, I just stood there hoping the new wetness between my thighs would blend in with the now dried, sticky secretion that Becky had spread all over me. As the cheers started to quiet down, Becky led me around the room, introducing me to everyone as her girlfriend. Some said, "Nice to meet you", while others reached out to shake my hand. It was as if I was campaigning for office, with the exception of the naked, cum covered body. I started to relax a bit, as the introductions continued. Everyone seemed fine with my so-called performance, if not out-right entertained. It was then that a man looked me over, and said, "There's nothing hotter than a clean shaven pussy". As I stood there in horror and about to die of embarrassment, Becky said, "Take a closer look Bill. Luis gave Kelly a pubic wax just a short while before you all arrived. It's one of the services offered hear at The Relaxation Studio", as she had me stand with my legs spread a couple of feet apart. "See! Not a trace of stubble", she announced, as she slid her fingers across my pussy lips. Bill crouched down to get a closer look at my bald pussy, when Becky said, "If you can behave yourself Bill, you can touch it, to see how smooth it really is". I turned to Becky in protest, but she dismissed me and whispered, "It's good advertisement for my brother's business. Don't worry Kelly. I'm right here". Bill took Becky up on her offer and ran his fingers across my pussy. One of the women who was part of the added group of spectators, asked, "Can I feel it next?" Becky replied, "Of course you can", as Bill stood up and took a step back. The woman slid her fingers across my hairless mound, and said, "Yup. Not a bit of stubble". Before I knew it, people were forming a line to feel my freshly waxed pussy, while I started to be afraid I might have another orgasm right there. Even so, Becky held me steady, while more than a dozen people, mostly women, felt my pussy lips. It was so surreal, yet again, I could not deny the incredible arousing effect it had on me. Becky talked with the onlookers for another ten minutes, while continuing to parade me in front the them. Eric announced that he appreciated the added excitement to the Open House, and thanked all the extras from coming, as they filed out of the hologram room, making sure to get a last look at the naked girl, especially since cameras were forbidden. Left with Becky in her adorable outfit, the four well built gay men and twelve invited women, I was unsure of what to expect next. Finally, one of the women asked the four studio owners a question that would take the limelight off me, "Can you put in a stripper pole? My husband has been asking me to strip at an 'Amateur Night', at a small strip joint an hour from here. It's been his fantasy for a while, but I haven't been able to work up the courage to do it. We even went once, but I got cold feet after seeing all those men around the stage. I think if I practiced in this environment, I could go through with it for him, and me for that matter. I've wanted to do it ever since he suggested it, but haven't had guts, to be honest". It turned out that Craig and Glen were the technically minded, of the four owners. They were the ones who prepared the hologram experience that Becky had arranged for me. They no sooner explained to the woman that her fantasy was easily achieved, and she could bring her husband, when another woman, in her mid twenties, publically explained her fantasy, and asked if it was possible. "When my boyfriend and I were in college, we attended plenty of frat parties. Several times we witnessed people getting naked and having sex, right there in front of every one. My boyfriend and I both wanted to try it once, but like this woman, couldn't muster up the courage. Can I bring him here, and can you provide a frat party atmosphere?" Again, their answer was "Yes". Listening to these women describe their fantasies, almost made me forget I was naked and sticky. T-shirt for sale. Part 65 As the question and answer session continued, Becky took my hand and led me back to the sauna room. She removed her skirt and sneakers, placed them outside the door, and we both took our seats in the steamy, but private room. She immediately spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy, while saying, "O.k. Kelly. Get back to your story. It must have felt weird to find out your mom was a teenage nudist, when you were only twelve years old". I also spread my legs, but kept my fingers from obstructing Becky's view of my open slit, as I placed my hands on the warm bench. Just sitting there, feeling the heat of the sauna liquefy the cum that was smeared all over my body, while watching her masturbate, was stimulating and relaxing, at the same time. Before I could even think about picking up where I left off, when telling the story of my utter naked humiliation at the age of twelve, and my very first orgasms, Becky asked, "Kelly! Did you perform in the play or not?" I simply replied, "Becky. You'll have to wait to find out. There's not enough time left to finish the story here". Her reply was classic Becky. "O.k. Girlfriend. As soon as we get to your house, you're going to take me to your print shop. You can get started on the T-shirt order you were telling me about, and finish the story there. I'll get naked and ride your Sybian Saddle, while you tell me the rest of your little pre-teen naked adventure", still massaging her pussy. It wasn't long before we heard a knock at the sauna door. "Come in", Becky said, while still feverishly rubbing her own pussy. Luis walked in, and said, "The open house guests would like to thank you girls". He then quietly said, "All twelve women took out memberships, and we have seven reservations for the Hologram Experience. We can't thank you two enough" Becky stopped masturbating, and said, "Come on Dirty Girl. Let's go say goodbye to our fan club". She walked out of the sauna, then out to the entrance area, completely naked. She said, in an exuberant tone, "Thank you all for coming", then turned to me, saying, "No pun intended Kelly". The women started giggling, when one of them walked up to my now sweaty, naked frame, and asked, "Kelly, do you mind?", as she started feeling my bald pussy lips with her fingers. "I'm thinking of getting a pubic wax, and wanted to make sure there would be no stubble". I might have been debased while naked, in front of all those clothed people, but I wasn't an idiot. I knew she wanted one last chance to see me humiliated. I looked out the large windows to see people walking passed the studio, not sure if I wanted them to see me or not, as the woman continued rubbing my pussy, while saying, "You ladies need to feel this. Smooth as a baby's behind". They sat me back down on the coffee table, then spread my legs open. All twelve women took turns rubbing my hairless mound, while talking about the quality of the waxing, along with their open house experience, as Becky and the four men just watched. Some of the women took the opportunity to feel my erect nipples, saying how they had never seen nipples protrude out so far. I found myself subtly spreading my legs even further apart, as the twelve women took turns molesting me, right there by the main entrance. It was awesome! I did however, feel a bit disappointed that those walking passed outside, could not see inside. Becky was right. I loved having an audience. The women thanked Becky and I for the live show. Many said, it gave them a visual, that allowed them to think about possibly pursuing their own individual fantasies. Becky of course, spoke for both of us. "If any of you need any extras for your fantasies, don't hesitate to call Kelly and I. Eric has our numbers". They again thanked us, and left through the front door. As soon as they were gone, Becky, Eric, Luis, Craig and Glen all turned to me, and said, "Kelly! You were awesome! They went on to tell me what a critical shot in the arm their business had just received. All I knew is that I again allowed myself to be stripped naked, and humiliated in front of a large group of clothed strangers. I also knew I was completely sexually satisfied. The thought of getting dressed, never crossed my mind, as the six of us returned to the hologram room for a celebration drink. Becky retrieved her skirt and sneakers on the way back to the high tech room, most likely because her brother was present. I was happy to stay naked, as we all toasted each other for the successful open house. Eric left for a moment, then returned with my clothes. I didn't want to put them on, but knew it was time for Becky and I to head out. Becky and I said our goodbyes to the guys, then she followed me back to my house. We both agreed not to wear our panties during the two-plus hour drive home. We positioned our phones so we could talk safely, while we drove. Often when passing a tractor trailer, we would expose our pussies for the truck driver, as they honked their deep, loud horns. The antics made the trip seem to go by quickly. We arrived at my little, but unique house, and I gave Becky a quick tour, before heading to my print shop. As promised, Becky stripped naked and asked where the Sybian Saddle was. I pulled it out, plugged it in, then handed her the controls, as I removed my sundress and bra. She requested I leave the door unlocked, but I declined. These were my neighborhood customers, and could not take the risk. She understood, as she lowered herself onto the phallus of the saddle, then said, "O.K. Kelly. Finish your story", as she turned the saddle on low.

The Bequest by Hstoner A relationship built on showing off. I first met Karen Wynne when she came to my office in early May. I had left a large law firm after three years and had opened my own shop about eighteen months earlier. Any potential client was very welcome. The fact that this potential client appeared to be a beautiful young woman was a bonus. Karen, I would learn later, was my age; just under thirty. She was about 5'7'' -- 5'8". Her shoulder-length brown hair framed a face with big blue eyes; a small, upturned nose; prominent cheekbones; and a strong jaw below a wide mouth. Although she was dressed in a conservative women's business suit, I suspected an excellent figure. She also had a dazzling smile. Karen had been referred by a mutual friend who worked at my old law firm. "My parents died in a small plane crash while I was in college," Karen explained. "Once they were gone, my closest relatives were my Aunt Beth, Mom's older sister, and her husband, Uncle Dave. Dave passed away about five years ago. Beth died two weeks ago. The couple that helped her run her business came me these papers at the funeral." Karen handed me a sheaf of legal-size papers. The first document I read was a trust declaration for the "Birch Trails Resort Trust." Reading that quickly, I saw that the Trust owned all the assets of something called "Birch Trails Resort." The original trustees had been David and Elizabeth Carson, with Beth Carson becoming sole trustee upon Dave's death. Upon Beth's death, all property of the Trust passed to Karen. The second document, dated only a year earlier, created the Elizabeth M. Carson Trust. The trustee was a large bank. The Beth Carson Trust said that all assets in that trust passed to Karen five years after Beth's death on condition that Karen owned and operated Birch Trails Resort continuously for those five years. Otherwise, everything in that trust went to a couple of charities. "What is in your aunt's trust?" I asked Karen. In answer, Karen handed me a statement from the trustee bank dated in April of that year. The trust held cash and securities valued at just under $ 10 million. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed unthinkingly. "Yeah," Karen replied. "What is this 'Birch Trails Resort?'" I asked. Karen blushed. "It's, uh, well, it's a nudist resort about 70 miles east of town," she said. I guess the surprised look on my face called for more explanation. "Dave was a talented electrical engineer," Karen said. "He invented some things and got a number of patents years ago. The royalties from those made him and Beth pretty wealthy. They had some hippie in them, and they didn't have any children. They bought the resort years ago, to 'get out of the rat race" Beth said. They lived out there." "Have you been there?" I asked. "Of course not!" Karen said sharply. "Can Aunt Beth do that? Make me run a nudist resort for five years before I can get the money?" "Yes," I replied. "It was her money. She wasn't obligated to give you any of it so she could attach almost any strings to it she desired." "I thought so," Karen said, a little downcast. "What do you need from me?" I asked. "I need advice on what to do about this and help doing whatever I decide," Karen said. "The first thing I would do," I said, "is find out how Birch Trails Resort does as a business. If it is going to cost $12 million to keep it open for five years, it wouldn't make any sense to do it." "In that case, I sell the resort and let the money go to charity," Karen said. "Right," I confirmed. "After Uncle Dave died, Beth hired a couple, Sam and Glenda Watson, to help her run the resort," Karen said. "Let me call them and set up a time to go out there to look at the property and go over the books." She made the call immediately. After talking with one of the Watson's and checking her calendar on her smartphone, it was agreed that she would be at Birch Trails at 10:00 a.m. on the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, three weeks away. Ending the call, Karen said to me, "you will come with me, right?" I was not enthused about visiting a place where I expected to see old, fat people naked. However, I didn't have anything on my calendar for that Friday. I could charge for the time. Spending most of a day with Karen Wynn also had some appeal. "Of course, if you want me to," I replied. "Please?" Karen said, a little pleadingly. We agreed to meet at my office at 8:00 a.m. that Friday. I'd drive us to Birch Trails. That Friday was sunny and unseasonably warm. When Karen arrived, she said, "I'm nervous about this. I've never been to a nudist resort. I called Sam and Glenda back and made it clear we are not taking our clothes off." Birch Trails was in a rural area where Appalachian foothills crept into our state. All but the last twenty miles were divided highway, but the holiday weekend traffic was thick as were the state troopers. It took about two hours to make the trip. During the drive, I learned that Karen had been a gymnast in college, that she had an MBA from one of the more respected business schools, and that she worked in finance for the global consumer products company based in our city. In other words, she was a very talented person. We turned off a winding two-lane road into a driveway that went up a steep hill. The drive was barred by a closed gate. I had to call on an intercom and identify us before the gate swung open. We drove about a half mile uphill before we came to level ground. To our left was a parking lot that was already about half full. Straight ahead was a two-story building designed in an alpine style. I parked my car in the closest space to the building I could find. As we got out of the car, a very tan and fit couple wearing tee shirts and shorts came up. "You are Karen?" the woman asked in a friendly voice. "Yes," Karen said. Nodding at me, she added, "and this is the lawyer, Will Stone." The man and woman both extended their hands to shake. "Glenda and Sam Watson," the woman said. "Working here," Sam added, "we usually don't wear anything, but we thought you'd be more comfortable if we were dressed." Sam and Glenda were immediately likeable people. "Thank you," Karen said. "We're going to be full up for the holiday weekend," Sam said. "Why don't we give you the tour now, before everyone gets here." That made sense. The building we were standing in front of was called the "Inn." There were twenty guest rooms on the second floor. Sam told us the Inn building was ten years old. We saw a guest room, which was modern and surprisingly luxurious. The first floor held a small restaurant and kitchen, a bar, and a spa with sauna, steam room, and jacuzzi. Walking out the other side of the Inn we found an Olympic-size swimming pool, an outdoor jacuzzi, and a smaller pool with a volleyball net across it. Maybe a third of the lounge chairs on the pool deck were occupied. My vision of a bunch of naked old, fat people was, I saw, dramatically wrong. The people around the pool appeared to cover a wide age-range. There were some obviously older people, but everyone looked reasonably fit. No obesity to be seen here. Everyone was naked, except us. Echoing my thoughts, Karen softly said, "not what I expected." It took over an hour for us to see the rest of the facilities, including tennis courts, volleyball courts, cabins, and some of the trails through the woods. We ended at what looked like an old Victorian house about 100 yards south and slightly uphill from the Inn and pool complex. "This was Beth's house," Glenda explained. "It looks old," Sam added, "but Beth had everything updated." Inside, the rooms were large and tastefully furnished. We also got the impression that Beth had been a fan of technology. You could get water in the kitchen sink by simply saying "water." We followed Glenda and Sam to a small one story building just south of the Inn. "This is the office," Glenda said. "The office is Glenda's domain," Sam said. "If you'll excuse me, I've got some maintenance items to deal with. Nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you Karen." Glenda showed us the computerized reservation system. The resort's overnight accommodations were almost sold out through Labor Day with reservations booked through the New Year holiday. "It tails way off in the winter," Glenda said. "We're too far north to go nude outdoors that time of year, but Beth insisted we stay open year-round so we can keep staff." Glenda had printed out ten years of income statements, balance sheets, and various ledgers. This was more Karen's area of expertise than mine. I had already verified that there were no liens recorded against the property. Karen spent several hours going over all the financials at least twice. Around 4:00 p.m., she leaned back in her chair, looked at me, and said, "you're not going to believe this." "What?" I asked. "This is a wildly profitable business," Karen said. "There's no debt. Before the pandemic, this place averaged an annual net profit over $ 1 million. It just broke even the first year of the pandemic, but last year, the net profit was $ 250,000! It doesn't look like Dave and Beth have put any money into the place since they built the Inn. This place pays for itself and generates a nice profit besides!" "It seems like a nice place," I said. "Just the small detail that everyone's running around naked," Karen added with a smile. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "I don't know," Karen said. "I'm going to have to think about this." We thanked Glenda profusely for her and her husband's cooperation. To get from the office to the car, we had to go past the pool again. It was packed with people in the water and on lounges on the deck. Everyone but us was naked. There were quite a few very attractive bodies. "Damn," Karen said softly. We were about twenty minutes into the drive home when I said, "Glenda and Sam seem competent enough. You could let them manage the place for five years and be an absentee owner." "There's something else I haven't shown you," Karen said. She took a sheet of paper with handwriting on it from her purse. "This letter from Aunt Beth was with the trust documents," she said. She began to read. "Dear Karen: You know by now that I've left Birch Trails to you and created an incentive for you to keep it. Dave and I made a leap of faith when we bought the resort. We also committed that, if we were going to run a nude resort, we were going to live nude. That was the best decision we ever made. I know you will hesitate, but I beg you to make the same commitment we made. Trust me, life is much better once you take your clothes off and leave them off. You cannot appreciate that until you've tried it. Please don't lose this opportunity! Love. Beth." There was silence in the car for a few miles. Finally, Karen said, "Beth wanted me to live at Birch Trails and become a nudist." "Have you talked this over with your significant other?" I asked. Karen gave a sort of laugh. "There is no significant other," she said. "The guy I was dating broke up with me just after Christmas." Unthinkingly, I said, "poor judgment on his part." "It would be easier if I had a partner who was dead-set against this," Karen said. "That would, sort of, take the decision out of my hands. As it is, I have to make a decision." We drove on silently for several more miles. As we came into the outer suburbs of the city, Karen said, "can we stop somewhere for dinner? I'm starving." Not knowing what Karen did and didn't like, I stopped at one of those mid-market chain bar/restaurants. It was busy. We got a table quickly, but the service was very slow. By tacit agreement, we talked about anything but Birch Trails. Karen was a delightful person to talk to. She could be funny and witty. We also discovered we had broadly similar backgrounds and similar views on a lot of subjects. We had common interests in sports, history, and mystery novels. By the time we were finished a couple of hours later, I'd decided the guy who had dumped Karen had screwed up royally. She was an incredible woman. I didn't hear anything from Karen Wynne for about ten days. She called in early June. "Will, I'm going to do it," she said. "I don't know whether I'll be going naked like Beth wanted, but I feel I need to keep Birch Trails going as a tribute to her and Dave. I think being an absentee owner would likely cause more problems than it solves. I've given my employer notice that I'm leaving at the end of the month." I did the things necessary to get title to the Birch Trails property into an LLC I created with Karen as the sole member and to document her authority to run the business. I notified the bank that was trustee of Beth's trust that Karen intended to comply with the conditions. The trust officer told me someone from the Bank would come to Birch Trails quarterly to verify it is still operating and Karen still owns it. Given how Beth had furnished the house, Karen decided she didn't need to move any furniture. Her stuff went to Goodwill. I took a day in late June and helped her move her clothes, books, and other personal items to Birch Trails. I didn't mind doing some free labor if it meant spending time with Karen. I doubted I'd hear from Karen again. However, she called just after July 4 and asked to meet me for dinner. I offered to come out to Birch Trails, but she preferred to go somewhere on the east side of the city. I offered to come out there and pick her up, but she wanted to meet me at the restaurant. I assumed Karen had business she wanted to discuss, but it turned out to be purely social. I wasn't complaining. Karen is a very engaging person. We talked about many things, but not Birch Trails. When I asked early in the dinner how things were going for her at the resort, she just said, "it's been interesting" and laughed. As we were walking to our cars after dinner, Karen asked, "same time next week?" "What?" I asked, confused. "Dinner," she said. "Are you free the same time next week?" "Of course," I replied. That earned me a smile. Karen and I had dinner together once a week through July and early August. It was always somewhere in the City's eastern suburbs. I was impressed, and a bit perplexed, that Karen was making a roundtrip of over one hundred miles each time. I came to look forward to our dinners. I hadn't had a girlfriend since I'd gone out on my own and become a lawyer with little income. Karen was also the most impressive woman I'd ever met. I was having dinner with Karen the week before Labor Day. Karen never talked about Birch Trails during our dinners, but she brought it up that night. "We're booked solid for Labor Day," she said. "But it drops off the next weekend, so I decided to have a party for the staff that Saturday afternoon. They've been great and I want to thank them." "That sounds like a great idea," I said. "Will you come?" Karen asked. That threw me. I stammered, "well, yeah, sure, if you want me to." "I do," Karen said. "There's one other thing. I'm asking the staff to go nude for the party so they can experience Birch Trails the way our guests do. Almost everyone's said they will." "You want me to go nude too?" I asked. "Yes," Karen said. "Are you going to go nude?" I asked. "Yes," Karen said. "I already have been. I started going nude a couple of days after I moved to Birch Trails. I felt out of place with clothes on. About the only time I'm dressed any more is to come to our dinners." "How has the nudity gone?" I asked. "Beth's letter was right. Going nude is wonderful. I love it." Karen reached across the table and put her hand on top of mine. "Please Will? I want you to experience it too. I promise, you will not regret it." I am a soft touch for an exceptionally beautiful woman. I promised Karen that I'd come to Birch Trails and that I'd go nude. "Please come out Friday and stay the weekend," she asked. I agreed that I would. I spent most of the next two weeks wondering whether I'd imagined it. Had that the most wonderful woman I'd ever met really had invited me to run around naked with her for a weekend? Things like that didn't happen to me. I had largely convinced myself that I had imagined the invitation and that Karen would be really pissed off if I showed up at Birch Trails uninvited. Then, Karen called the night before I'd imagined she had invited me to come. "You're still coming out here tomorrow?" Karen asked. Damn! I hadn't imagined it. She really had invited me to her nude resort. "Of course," I replied. "Don't pack much," Karen said with a laugh. "I can't wait to see you." When I pressed the intercom button at the resort gate that Friday afternoon, Sam Watson's voice came through. "Will, I'm glad you're here. Karen was sure you wouldn't show up. Don't come all the way to the Inn. Take the right opposite the parking lot. That take you straight up to Karen's house." I followed Sam's directions and ended up in a small parking area behind the Victorian house. Karen was waiting in a flower print sundress. My face must have registered surprise, or disappointment, that she was dressed because she laughed and said, "I thought I'd better ease you into it." I grabbed my small overnight bag and followed her inside. Something about the house seemed more vital than when I'd seen it before. I mentioned that and Karen said, "it got dusty after Beth passed. I've cleaned things up." I followed Karen into the large front room. "Put your bag down, Will," she said. I did as I was told. Karen stood a couple of feet away, facing me. She looked at me for a moment, smiled again, and said, "are you ready to start experiencing the reason this place exists?" "I suppose," I said. "I'll start," Karen said. She took the hem of her dress in both hands and pulled it over her head. She wore nothing underneath. She tossed the dress on a sofa, posed for a moment, and then slowly turned 360 degrees. I had suspected Karen had a good body, but she was way beyond my expectations. Her breasts were each about the size of one and a half grapefruit, firm with upturned nipples. Her stomach was flat. She wasn't ripped, but here was some muscle definition. Her hips were, perhaps, a bit wider than perfect, but that accentuated the curves. Her legs looked great, and her bare ass was very alluring. She had also shaved off her pubic hair so I could see vaginal lips between her thighs. Karen let me look for a time before she asked, "what do you think?" "I think you are, by far, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I said. "Thank you," Karen replied. "I like you looking at me, but I want to look too. Get those clothes off, please." I sensed I was about to do something irrevocable, but, what else can you do when an extremely beautiful naked woman asks you to undress? I slid off my shoes, loosened my belt, and pulled my polo shirt over my head. "Damn Will," Karen said, "you work out a lot, don't you?" "I try," I replied. "Keep going," she said. I unzipped my trousers, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. I lifted one foot at a time and rolled off my socks. I straightened and looked Karen in the eyes as I pushed my boxer shots down. They fell to my feet, and I stepped out of them. I stood, naked, with my hands at my side, facing Karen. After a few moments, Karen said, "please turn around." I did. I heard an "um" as she looked at my ass. I finished the turn and faced her again. "You said I am beautiful," Karen said. "You're pretty good yourself." She laughed. "I shouldn't say this, and wouldn't if anyone else was around, but I've seen a lot of penises since I've been here. I like yours the best." Karen stepped to me. "Thank you Will," she said, and hugged me. Karen and I hugged a long time. Her body felt even better than it looked. She finally broke the embrace. With a particularly sexy smile, she said, "you have a decision to make. I can get you a room at the Inn or you can stay here with me." I understood that was Karen's way of saying she wanted a relationship. Whether I am a smart man or not is, I guess, debatable; but I wasn't dumb enough to decline a relationship with Karen Wynne. "I'd prefer to stay with you," I said. "Right answer," Karen said. "Now, let's go outside and mingle with the guests." I had, of course, been nude with women indoors before. Stepping outside without a stitch on was a new experience, intensified by the fact I could hear voices and laughter from the pool. "The first time you leave the house with nothing on is a bit scary, but also thrilling, isn't it?" Karen asked. I nodded. "Don't worry," she continued. "People are a lot nicer to each other when they're naked. Oh, and the big nudist groups say that it isn't polite to look at people at a nude resort. Forget that. Everyone looks at everyone. Nude bodies are beautiful, and having people look at you when you're nude is really fun." This was a different Karen Wynne than my prior perceptions of her. It was exciting. My anxiety grew as we walked closer to the pool. Once we could see it, Karen took my right hand in her left. She was right, though, it was thrilling to be walking in sight of a large group of people completely naked. As we walked onto the pool deck, a few people called Karen's name. She responded to them by name. "We have some regulars," she told me. "Great people." A female voice said, "Karen, who's the hunk?" I almost looked around to see who the voice was talking about. Karen called back, "Sherry, this is my new boyfriend. Remember that lawyer I told you I was hot for? Here he is in all his glory." Karen turned to me and asked, "you don't mind me saying you're my boyfriend, do you?" "Not as long as you mean it," I replied. "I mean it!" Karen said. We hugged and had our first kiss, buck naked in front of about fifty other naked people. I felt a hand swat my bare ass. I let go of Karen and turned to see Glenda standing behind me. She was smiling. "No public displays of affection," she teased. I guessed Glenda was in her fifties. Age notwithstanding, she looked good with nothing on. "I'm glad you're here," Glenda said. "Karen's been fretting all week that you weren't going to come. Hell, she's been talking about you ever since she moved in. I told her she should have invited you here sooner." I looked at Karen, who was blushing. "Uh," she said, "I formed a bit of a crush when we first met. I haven't trusted my judgment about men since my last boyfriend. I kept asking you to dinner near where you live because I was sort of hoping you'd screw up. Then, I'd be able to just leave and forget about you. You didn't screw up and I fell for you instead." "Karen," I said, "you're the most wonderful woman I've ever met." "You don't mind that I've become a nudist?" Karen asked, "Or is that part of the attraction?" "We'll turn Will into a nudist too," Glenda said. "I'm working on it," I replied. Karen stepped close and kissed me again. After a moment, I moved my left hand behind my ass to ward off another of Glenda's swats. "You're ok," Glenda said. "There's no rule against kissing the owner. Your ass just looked so nice I had to smack it." Karen broke our kiss and asked, "Glenda, is there a rule against him having sex with the owner?" "Well," Glenda said, "don't do it at the pool, but otherwise it's only against the rules if he doesn't make you come." Karen looked at me and said, "there's your task tonight." A male voice nearby called out, "why not at the pool?" A female voice said, "we'd love to watch!" Karen and I walked around the pool for a time so she could talk with her guests. I was surprised how exhilarating it felt to be completely naked in a group of people. People were looking at us, although I'm sure more were looking at Karen than me. Still, they saw me with her. Knowing that people were seeing my bare dick, balls, and ass was exciting and gratifying. Karen sensed how much I was enjoying the experience. "I told you it is a thrill," she said with a smile. "I've become an addict. I can't get enough of being nude around other people." Later, we had a quiet dinner with Glenda and Sam. They suggested we join them for a nighttime walk in the woods. Karen declined, saying "we need to get to turn in early, tomorrow will be busy." Glenda flashed a knowing smile. Back in Karen house, she led me upstairs to the master bedroom. She put her arms around me and asked, "Are you glad I invited you?" "Yes," I replied. Karen took my hands in hers and stood a few inches away. "I owe Aunt Beth a great deal," she said. "I was trying to be the upwardly mobile professional woman, scared to do anything outside the lines. I guess Beth realized that I was bribable. But I've discovered she was bribing me to live a better life. Of course, it feels better not to have any clothes on, and I've learned the human body is the highest form of art. But" Karen giggled, "the special thing about being here is how much I enjoy having people see the parts of me I grew up being taught never to show. When I walk around the resort, knowing that guys, and girls, are looking at my genitals, my bare buttocks, and my bare breasts is such a turn on." Karen smiled and looked at me. "It turns you on to be seen naked too, doesn't it?" I had to be honest with her. "Yes, it does," I answered. "Does it turn you on to see me out there naked?" Karen asked. "Definitely," I replied. "How about seeing other women with nothing on?" Karen asked. I feared a trap but, again, I had to b e honest. "Yes, I enjoy seeing naked women." "Then we're even," Karen laughed, "because I like seeing naked men." She paused. Tentatively, she said, "since we have in common that we like to be naked, be seen naked, and see other naked people, why don't we do it all the time?" "What do you mean?" I asked. With some passion, Karen said, "Will, I come back to the house, alone, every night knowing that everyone else at Birch Trails is fucking and sucking. I need someone to do that with. Also, I need someone here to help me. Glenda and Sam are great, but they were here before me and have their ideas about this place aren't necessarily the same as mine. I need someone here 100% loyal to me. Glenda and Sam are in their sixties, so I can't count on them staying that much longer. What I'm asking is: will you come live with me here? I know it's abrupt, but I'm sure it will work between us." I wasn't prepared for very bright woman with a great personality to ask me to live with her while we stood together completely naked. Looking into Karen's eyes, I realized that she understood me better than I did. She already knew my answer. "If that's what you want," I said, "of course I'll move here." "Not just to Birch Trails," Karen said, "but into my house and my bedroom. I want us to be business partners, best friends, and lovers. That's what I want." "Karen," I said, "with you, I want that too." "We start being lovers right now," she said. She tightened her grip on my hands, stepped backwards until she flopped on the bed, and pulled me down on top of her. We kissed and fondled each other for a few minutes. Then, I gently pulled myself out of her embrace and slid down her body until my face was level with her triangle. I savored the sight and scent of her for a moment before I gently spread her thighs apart. I put my face between her thighs and began teasing her outer lips with my tongue. When she started squirming a little, I started sucking on her clit. Karen was responding nicely so I poked my tongue inside her and began exploring. As I licked the front wall of her pussy, Karen said, "Can you go just a bit higher?" I pushed my face into her and extended my tongue to its limit. "Yes!" Karen exclaimed, "right there." I licked the spot Karen had directed me to, sometimes hard, sometimes lightly. When I sensed she was getting close, I backed off and very gently ran my teeth over her clit. After a couple of times doing that, Karen wrapped her thighs around my head and said, "get me off, now!" I went back to the spot and began licking hard and fast. Karen's hips bucked and she tightened her thighs around my head, as if to pull me inside her. It was a lot of fun. Karen's hips finally bucked twice very hard, lifting my head and upper body up. Her legs relaxed and I raised my head up to look at her face. She was flushed, panting, and looked incredibly beautiful. She smiled at me and gasped, "good job!" I moved up the bed placing my body above hers. When our faces were level, she gave me a quizzical look. I answered by pushing my dick into her very wet pussy. "More?" she gasped, but she immediately began moving in rhythm with me. I tried to push my dick against the same spot I'd been licking. Karen was quickly bucking hard again and sucking in air. I leaned my head down and started sucking her left nipple. It seemed almost instantly that she said, "oh god! I can't.... Oh GOD. OH GOD. OH YES!" She bucked very hard again, lifting me up with her. She took in a violent breath. After a second or two, she began to relax. I started to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around me. "Keep... going," she said between breaths, "come... in... me... please." Karen grunted and contracted around me. The sensation was entirely new to me. After a few more thrusts, I came long and hard. "Good boy," Karen said. We held each other for a long time. Karen was sweaty and slippery. She looked, felt, and smelt wonderful. After a while, she said, "I haven't come twice like that since college. Damn, you make an impression." Birch Trails had a staff of about twenty-five, mostly part-time. I didn't know them all yet, but I think all of them showed up for the party. At 1:00 p.m., Karen stood up on a small crate and made a short speech thanking the staff for their work and for working with her through the transition. "Help yourselves to the food and drink. The party will last until 4:00 p.m. Please don't drink too much if you're working tonight," Karen said. "I'd also like to introduce someone who also helped me a great deal and whom I hope you'll see here a lot more. Will, come up here with me." I hadn't expected Karen to do that. She gestured twice for me to come to her before I did. I had to put my arm around her bare waist for both of us to be able to balance on the crate. "Will was the lawyer who helped with Beth's estate," Karen said, "but he's shifted from that role to being my boyfriend." That earned a small round of applause. "Last, but maybe most important," Karen said, "Birch Trails is a nude resort. I'm not ordering it, but I encourage the staff to take your clothes off and enjoy Birch Trails the way our guests do." Janice, our chef, and Darryl, who helped Sam with maintenance, kept their clothes on. Everyone else stripped down. Some of the staff carried extra weight and probably looked better clothed. Two of the girls who worked as servers in the restaurant at night and at the poolside grill, Jackie and Lena, looked very good. There were, of course, a few guests around too. They also got to eat and drink for free. It was a pleasant, lowkey event. Karen had just finished taking me around to meet all the staff when one of the guests came up to me, a mildly attractive woman whom I guessed was in her forties. "I'm Megan Alzer," she said. "The man over there," she pointed to a man of about the same age across the pool, "is my husband Martin." She explained that she and Martin had their own law firm in the city about two hours north of Birch Trails. "We do primarily small business transactional work and real estate. We'd be happy to help if you're not representing Karen or Birch Trails anymore." Since I was in a relationship with Karen now, I couldn't represent her or her business any longer. The staff party was, I thought, a success. Later that evening, Karen and I had dinner in the restaurant with Megan and Martin. Megan's initial approach had put me off, but she repaired the damage over dinner. Megan and Martin turned out to be delightful people who knew what they were talking about. While diners in the restaurant were nude, nude servers were illegal. Consequently, the young ladies who worked as servers had a uniform of a tight white top and a short dark skirt. Lena, who had been nude at the party that afternoon, waited on us that evening. After she brought our drinks, she stood, with a hip cocked, and asked, "so, do you think I look better in this uniform or naked?" Martin and I looked at each other, both of us recognizing that was a question we should not answer. Megan, however, immediately said, "well, of course, you look much better naked." Karen nodded her agreement. "It's really unfair," Lena said, "that everyone else around here can go naked but we have to work clothed." Karen looked at me. I shrugged and said, "I get it. I'm sorry but that's the law: if you handle food you have to be dressed." "I know," Lena said, "but it isn't fair!" Karen and I had another drink with Megan and Martin after dinner. It was unseasonably warm for September so the four of us went outside for a walk. As we moved out of the lights from the Inn and the pool, Megan and Martin started kissing and fondling each other. Karen and I took that as our cue to go up the hill to the house. The wall of Karen's master bedroom facing towards the Inn and the pool was covered with a curtain. I had assumed the curtain covered a window. Karen pulled the curtain that night to reveal French doors leading out onto a balcony. She opened the doors and I saw an air mattress on the balcony. "Sometimes," Karen said, "when it's warm, I sleep out here under the stars. Want to try that tonight?" "Just sleep?" I asked. "Of course not, silly," Karen replied. She stepped to me. We hugged and kissed. She played with my balls while I rubbed her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger. After a while, my hand moved between Karen's legs and one of hers wrapped around my dick. We played with each other for quite a while. One nice thing about doing that was that I could watch Karen's face the entire time. Her face was always beautiful, but she became even more beautiful as she got aroused. We finally lay down on the air mattress, on our sides, facing each other. Karen lifted her left leg up and wrapped it over the backs of my thighs as I entered her. I had never made love lying on my side before. Karen seemed to know what she was doing, so I followed her lead. It wasn't as difficult as I would have thought, and the sensation was slightly different. We kept looking into each other's eyes the entire time we fucked and as we each came. That was another thing I'd never done before, but I'd never made love to anyone as beautiful as Karen before either. Once her breathing slowed to normal, Karen said, "Will, you get this great look on your face as you come." No one had ever said that to me before. "Karen," I said, "watching you orgasm is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Karen giggled. "I guess that means we'll have to do this a lot," she said. That sounded perfect to me. We slept naked on Karen's balcony that night with no cover over us. I usually can't sleep without something covering me, but I slept very well that night with Karen beside me. I awoke with the typical morning wood. Karen, who was already awake, said, "I can't let that go to waste." She pushed me onto my back and, with no foreplay, mounted me. I'd always thought some foreplay was a physical necessity, but Karen was more than sufficiently aroused. Seeing her above me, silhouetted by the morning sun, and feeling the sensations she caused made that morning was one of the greatest moments in my life. I think Karen felt that morning was extra special also. She set a slow pace and we pleasured each other for a long time before she hastened the pace. She again did the thing that felt like her pussy contracting on my dick. Once she did that, we both came quickly, forcefully, and loudly. When Karen stopped moaning, we heard two people clapping below. "Best way to start the day," a female voice called out. Karen looked at me, blushing slightly, and broke into laughter. About an hour later, Karen and I were walking by the pool. A middle-aged couple came up to us. "Thank you for what you were doing this morning," the woman said. "That was exactly the inspiration we needed to go back o the room for morning sex ourselves," the man added. "So much for being anonymous," Karen said softly as they walked away. She thought for a moment, then added, "But, I'm glad they heard us and I'm glad they know it was us." It took me about a month to farm the work I had out to other lawyers and get out of my office and apartment leases. Once I was out of Karen's intoxicating presence, I thought her idea that I live with her made something of a parasite. She owned Birch Trails and, I knew, would inherit millions in a few years. I started seeing a leech in the mirror. We had a very long telephone conversation about that which ended in Karen's promise to tell me immediately if she felt I was taking advantage of her. More meaningfully, the call confirmed that I was completely smitten with Karen Wynne. I couldn't not live with her. Once I had moved in with Karen at Birch Trails, she put me to work. I learned about the resort's bookkeeping, purchasing, reservations, and marketing (primarily word-of-mouth). I helped clean cabins. I also spent time with Sam making various repairs, from fixing broken room furniture to replacing a segment of sewer line from one of the cabins. I was a little surprised that we had about five couples booked for Thanksgiving that year. Karen wanted to give them a traditional Thanksgiving dinner but also insisted on giving Janice the holiday off to spend with her family. That meant that Karen and I cooked Thanksgiving dinner for a dozen. It came out better than I expected, thanks to Janice's very detailed written instructions. The best part was watching Karen in the kitchen wearing only an apron. Yes, it was probably a health code violation, but I approved. Megan and Martin were one of the couples who came for Thanksgiving. After dinner, Megan approached us. "Martin and I represent some artists in the city (referring to our state capital to the north)," she said. "One does erotic art. She's having an exhibition in January and is looking for a man and woman to do what I guess you'd call 'performance art" as part of it. Martin and I thought you two might be interested." I imagined a number of things as erotic "performance art." Doing any of them with Karen would be great. I looked at Karen with raised eyebrows. "What, exactly, does she want the couple to do?" Karen asked. "I honestly do not know," Megan said. "Why don't you come up and meet with her. Whether it works out or not, the four of us can at least get a drink." Karen and I met with the artist at her townhouse in mid-December. The woman, who went by the single name Paulina, was in her late fifties or early sixties; slender, with long gray hair. She was handsome and, I thought, probably had been very attractive when she was younger. She brought out a large portfolio. "I want you to see a sample of my work," Paulina said. "The first half of the book is my work as a model, the rest is work as an artist." Paulina had been very attractive when she was younger. She also hadn't been the least bit bashful in her poses. "I wanted the camera to see all of me," she commented. Her art was, primarily, photography, along with a few sketches. Most of the poses were very explicit. However, the pictures also had a joyous quality. I got the impression the models and Paulina had fun creating the work. "I'm having an exhibition at a small gallery on the north side of town in mid-January," Paulina said. "Attendance is by invitation only. The guests will be people who have bought my work in the past and a few people I consider prospects. They all know they will be seeing erotic art. I want to give them something more exciting. What I would want you to do is stand on a pedestal, tied together, in coitus, for about 90 minutes." "You mean....?" Karen started. Paulina cut Karen off. "I mean his penis in your vagina, while you're tied together, in a roomful of people. Are you willing to do that?" Karen looked at me. I could tell from her face that what Paulina described excited her. To be honest, it excited me too. I nodded at Karen. "Yes, we are," Karen replied to Paulina. "It sounds like fun." "I hope it will be," Paulina replied. "Now, please take your clothes off. I need to see you both nude." Just a few months ago, Karen and I both would have stormed out if Paulina had asked us to strip. In the event, we both smiled, stood, and undressed. It Paulina walked around each of us very slowly. When she circled back in front of me, she said, "please spread your feet apart." I did as I was told. Paulina took my balls in her hand, lifted them up, and examined them thoroughly. To Karen, she said, "I need to see his erection. Do you mind if I get him hard?" Smiling at me, Karen said, "please, feel free." Karen kept smiling as Paulina stroked my dick. The situation was so odd, and so erotic, that I got very hard very fast. Paulina examined my erection from every angle. "That will do," she finally said. Shifting her attention to Karen, she said, "please sit down and spread your legs." Karen did as she was told. Paulina knelt between Karen's knees and looked at her closely. There was something absurd, but also exciting, about standing naked in a strange room with a hard-on watching a woman we'd just met inspecting Karen's cunt. Paulina finally stood up and said, "I think the two of you will do nicely. Let me have Rod look at you." Paulina left the room but returned in a moment accompanied by a man probably ten years her junior. I am not a small guy, but Rod dwarfed me, with tattooed arms about three quarters the size of my thighs. "Can you do it with this couple?" Paulina asked. Rod looked at us for a moment. "They are a bit bigger than I expected," he said. "The guy has some muscle on him but, yeah, we can do it. I'll get Jerry and Stew to help hoist them." Rod left the room. Paulina turned to us. "If you are willing, it's a deal. Of course, I will pay you. Does $ 500 for the two of you sound fair?" "We'd love to do it," Karen replied, "but we're in it for the thrill. We don't want your money. That would cheapen us." "You just want strangers to see you in a sexual pose," Paulina said. "I respect that." We shook hands. Paulina wrote down for us where we were to be and when. Karen and I dressed and left. It was too early in the day for drinks, so we met Megan and Martin near their office for coffee. Karen described to them what we had agreed to do. "That sounds exciting," Megan said. "Paulina invited us to the show," Martin said. "We weren't sure whether we are going but we have to see the two of you." Karen squeezed my hand under the table. The idea of posing in front of strangers with my dick in Karen's cunt was exciting enough. That people we knew were going to see us was scary, and thrilling. There was snow in the air as Karen and I drove north that January Saturday. The gallery where Paulina was doing her show was just north of downtown. Thankfully, it had parking behind the building. The outside door had a sign up, "Closed for Private Event." We had to ring a bell and then explain to the man who answered that we were the live models. He led us up a flight of stairs into a room which ran the length of the building. The entire room was off-white. In the center of the room was a pedestal about four feet high and, maybe, three feet square. Paulina was standing in a corner talking with another older woman who was introduced to us as the gallery owner. Rod was there with two other heavily muscled young men. A very slender young woman was hanging a sketch of a woman masturbating. Paulina introduced us to the young woman, Lynne DuPais. "Lynne is a student at the university," Paulina explained. "She's interning with me. Now, you two get your clothes off." It was an hour before the show was to start. "I don't want any marks from your clothing on your skin," Paulina said. Rod seemed indifferent, but the two men with him watched intently as Karen undressed. I couldn't blame them, Karen looked even more beautiful than usual. Her excitement made her radiant. I was more surprised when I noticed that Paulina, the gallery owner, and Lynne were watching me undress. "I think the other women agree with me that you're pretty hot naked," Karen whispered. Karen and I stayed out of the way while Lynne, Paulina, and the gallery owner finished hanging and rehanging Paulina's work. About ten minutes before the show started, Paulina asked us, "You're ready?" We both nodded. "Ok," Paulina said, "get each other aroused." All six clothed people watched as I fingered Karen and she stroked me. That made me hard pretty fast. "That's good," Paulina said. "Get into your pose." We knew what Paulina meant. Karen and I embraced. Karen spread her legs slightly and I slid my dick inside her. Entering Karen was always a special experience, but it was more intense that day because six people were watching us. "This is great!" Karen said. "Do you enjoy being watched?" Paulina asked. "I hadn't known it till now, but yes; I do!" Karen replied enthusiastically. "Will?" Paulina asked. "I enjoy doing anything with Karen," I answered. Rod knelt behind me and one of the other men knelt behind Karen. The men forced our legs wide apart and clamped metal rods to our ankles. "Spreader bars," Paulina explained. "They will defeat your natural reaction to close your legs when the guests are in the room. I want my guests to see you clearly." Rod and the other man wrapped two smooth ropes around our legs, up our sides, and around our torsos. Karen and I were bound tightly together. There are a lot worse things than being tied naked to Karen Wynne, but not too many better. Rod and the other man carefully tied the loose ends of the ropes wrapped around us to a larger rope hanging from a pulley in the ceiling. Satisfied, all three men began pulling on the other end of the heavy rope, lifting us up off the floor. Bearing our weight, the ropes around our chests were very tight, making it difficult to breathe. I hoped it wouldn't be like that for the full 90 minutes. The three men lifted us about five feet into the air. It was not comfortable. Paulina pushed us until we were a few inches above a pedestal. The men lowered us. Once our feet were on the pedestal, the pressure on our chests diminished significantly. "That's better," Karen whispered. "Can we fuck?" she asked. I tried a small thrust. Since the ropes were not wrapped around our hips, I had a good range of motion. I'd have to move inside Karen some to stay hard, but we had to be careful not to get too stimulated. Echoing my thoughts, Paulina said, "please don't come until the guests have left." A couple of minutes later, we felt a cool breeze in the room. We heard voices and the sounds of people moving closer to us. "My god," a male voice said, "she's got real people fucking!" Karen giggled and ground herself into me. The way we were tied, we couldn't look down to see the patrons. I'm guessing our pubes were just above eye level. I had the sense that people were circled around us. "Classic Paulina," a woman said. With the ropes bearing some, but not all, of our weight, standing on the pedestal was not at all uncomfortable. Of course, being in Karen was extremely comfortable. "Enjoying yourself?" I softly asked Karen. "Yes," she replied, "I'm glad we're doing this. I'm glad you're with me." Karen kissed me. That brought home the realization that I was having fun. Karen and I focused on keeping each other stimulated, but not over stimulated. However, we were always aware of being on display to a lot of people. That was the really fun part. I had no idea how long we'd been on the pedestal when Karen whispered, "Jesus! I just want to come." I'd been thinking the same thing and was weighing how much trouble we'd be in if I went for it and we both came. Once again, Paulina seemed to read my mind. To her guests, Paulina said, "our two models have been on edge quite some time. I had not planned to do this but, with your permission, I'm going to suggest that they bring other to orgasm while we all watch. Is that ok?" The applause in the room seemed very loud. "Karen, Will," Paulina said, "will you please make each other come?" "Oh god this is hot!" Karen moaned. I started moving inside her more forcefully and faster. I had enough freedom of movement to hit her favorite spot with my dickhead, and I attacked it. "Oh god yes!" Karen yelled. With our chests bound together, I could feel her heartbeat speeding up, which enhanced the sensations. Karen moaned again, leaned her head against mine, and bit me. She also contracted her cunt on my dick. That forced me to push much harder but greatly increased the sensation for both of us. In a few more seconds, Karen was bucking her hips against me. She shuddered and let out a loud moan. I came in the middle of her moan. It was so good; my vision went away for a second. We relaxed in our ropes, spent. Karen's head rested against mine. For a few moments, the room was utterly silent. My dick slipped out of Karen and pointed at the floor. At almost that same time, someone started clapping. The applause was taken up by others. Karen pulled her head back, smiled at me, and said, "I knew I'd get a standing ovation sometime in my life. I didn't expect it would be for fucking in public, but I'm glad it was and I'm glad I was fucking you. Thank you for doing this with me." Karen and I kissed. We held the kiss while Paulina's guests filtered out of the room.

Tomboy bySlickman© Tomboy Ch. 03 Tina tried to waste as much time as possible eating breakfast and cleaning up her mess on the table. She actually read the morning newspaper all the way instead of just the comics but had finally had reached the point where she had to go upstairs. With her ear on the door she first thought Jo and Tom had fallen back asleep until she heard him moan and her giggle. Shit they had been at it for over two hours now. Another hour was gone as she moved into her room and showered. She took her time combing her hair and even putting on nail polish. "That's it," she said aloud as she moved down the hallway and tapped on her parent's bedroom door. "Hey you two," she said, "are you taking a break to eat?" She didn't hear anything so she knocked louder and yelled, "I'M COMING IN!" She waited a minute and opened the door. On the bed was a large mound of bed covers and sheets. She walked over and saw Jo's foot sticking out. "HEY! YOU TWO HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK!" she yelled as she shook the bare foot. Jo stuck her head out and smiled. "Never! I'm staying under here my whole life," she giggled and pulled the sheet over her again. 'Well, you might not like it when my parents come home tomorrow and climb in with you two," Tina laughed. "Do we have too?" Tom asked from underneath the covering. His mouth was moving back and forth on Jo's nipples like a windshield wiper. "Yes," Tina laughed. "Come on out and take a quick shower and I mean quickly. I have to wash the sheets." "You're a party pooper," Jo said as she tossed off the sheets and climbed from the bed totally naked. Tom was right behind her as they ran into the bathroom. "When do I get some action?" Tina asked. Although others had thought she was not a virgin she really was and was anxious to loose that distinction. ***** "Where have you been?" Grandma Bell asked Tom as he dragged himself through the front door. "Billie's," he lied. "Is that so?" she grinned. "Well, Billie stopped by here an hour ago and wanted to know if you wanted to shoot some hoops with him." "I....a," he stuttered. "I hope you weren't with that hussy," she said as she walked away from him. "No Grandma it was the hussy's sister," he thought. Tom made it downstairs and dropped hard on the sofa for some rest. For almost four hours Jo and he experimented in everyway they could think of. It was the first time in his teen life he could not have a hard-on if a beautiful naked woman stood before him. He quickly fell off to sleep. ***** Only Karen was home when Jo walked slowly into her house. "Hi," she grinned at her twin sister. "It must have been a good party," Karen said. She looked to see the shoulder strap of her dress hanging down her sister's arm. "The party was not so great but what happened later was," Jo smiled. Karen dropped the Glamour Magazine she was reading. "Oh no, you didn't do it before me. Tell me you are still a virgin." "Sorry," Jo lied. "I tried to hold back but he was just too hot." "Tom of course," Karen said as she remembered his long penis. "I'm surprised you can still walk." "It's not easy," she laughed as she pretended to fall. "I can't believe my Tomboy Sister got laid before me," Karen said with her face in her hands. "Was it good?" "The first thirty minutes was not so great but the next three and one half hours were fantastic." "YOU DID IT FOR FOUR HOURS!" "She did what for four hours?" Their mom asked as she walked into the house from the garage. Jo gave Karen a dirty look. "Basketball," she lied. "So what, I've seen you down at the park all day before." "Shooting foul shots," Jo said adding to her lie. "Oh," her mom said as she moved to the kitchen counter setting down a bag of groceries. "Will you two bring in the rest of the bags from my trunk?" "Would you do it?" Jo begged her sister. "I'm too tired." "Hell no," Karen said visibly upset. Jo tossed down her purse and walked slowly into the garage. ***** School was starting the next day so Tom spent most of the time getting his school supplies all lined up. He had called Jo three times but her mom said she was still asleep. It was almost four o'clock when she finally called him back. "Hi," she said. "Sorry I didn't call you back sooner." "That's ok; I guess I tired you out huh?" "No, I tired you out," she laughed. "My parents are home." "Mine too," he said realizing they really didn't have a good place to be alone. "Do you want to shoot some hoops?" "I was hoping to do something else," she giggled. "Why Jo, I thought hoops was your number one love," he joked. "It was until you came to town," she said. "Meet me at the park in fifteen minutes." "OK," he said as he hung up. GRANDMA DO YOU HAVE ANY VITAMINS THAT I CAN TAKE?" he yelled at her in the next room. "Quit shouting I'm not deaf," she said as she walked past him to the kitchen. "Here," she said while handing him a bottle of One-A-Day Vitamins for Seniors. "I can't take these. These are for old people," he laughed. She smiled. "You are a senior right?" "Yes, but..." he laughed. "You got me on that one." "Now why does a young man like you suddenly want vitamins?" she asked with a sly grin. "I think you already know," he whispered as he kissed her on her cheek. He grabbed the vitamins and ran into the kitchen for a glass of water. "I do," she smiled. "I just don't know which girl." ***** Tom made it to the park just as a few young kids were leaving. He looked around for Jo but did not see her. "Over here," he heard her voice. He glanced around the bleachers and saw her leaning up against a small building used to store the park equipment and supplies. "What are you doing back here?" He looked down to see her wearing a skirt. "I thought we were going to shoot hoops?" She did not have a basketball. "No, I just said to meet me at the park," she smiled. She pushed open the door to the small building and walked inside. "Are you coming in?" "I thought you were gay," he joked as he moved by her to allow her to close the door behind him. He refocused his eyes in the dim light and saw some bags of ground cover in the corner where Jo was now sitting. "If I was gay I would not be doing this," she laughed as she reached up under her dress and pulled down the skimpy white panties. She twirled them on her finger. "Or this?" She tossed the panties on the bag next to her and leaned back as she pulled up the short skirt. When her glistening blonde bush appeared she stopped. "Do you think it's safe to do this here?" he asked. He moved forward and then down to his knees in front of her knees. "Yes," she said as her legs opened wide to allow his face between them. Of all the sex so far the oral sex he did on her was the absolute best. "Tell me when to stop," he laughed. "It will be a while," Jo moaned as his tongue licked up her dripping slit. She closed her eyes while running her fingers through his long dark hair. Right now her scholarship to college did not enter her mind. Only his tongue and his love for her mattered. "Stop," she said which surprised him. He moved back and looked at her. She giggled. "I was hoping for something bigger than your tongue." "Oh," he laughed. "I think I have just what you want." Jo watched as he stood up and unzipped his fly. She moved onto her back on the soft bags and waited for him and his weapon to mount her. Her muscular legs wrapped around his hips as he slowly pushed deeply inside of her. "Oh Tom," she moaned as he completely filled her up. Some other kids came into the park to shoot but were far enough away not to hear Jo's final cry of pleasure. ***** It was dark when Jo and Tom left their sex shed. "Do you want to come by my house tomorrow morning at 8:00AM to walk to school with me?" Jo asked. "Yes, but our secret will be out when everyone sees us together," he said as he kissed her one last time that day. "Good, I don't want any of the girls get any ideas about stealing you from me," she laughed. "See you in the morning," Tom said as they parted. Jo blew him a kiss. ***** "Come on let's go," Karen said to her sister as they waited on the steps of their house. "I'm waiting for Tom," Jo said smiling. "God, this is so sickening. I never thought you would ever act like this." "You're just jealous," Jo grinned. She saw Tom turn the corner and waved. "Whatever," Karen grunted as she took off. She didn't want to be seen with the two lovebirds. "Hi," Jo said as she dropped her books and hugged him into her body. They kissed for a minute until he pushed back. "We have to get to school you know." He looked down at the plaid skirt she was wearing. "I just can't get used to you wearing a skirt not even a school uniform." "Don't you like it?" she teased as she twirled around not caring if the skirt moved above her plain white panties. "Geez Jo, be careful. We are in front of your house." "My parents are already gone. Why don't we go inside?" She giggled. "We have to go to school," Tom said as he turned and walked ahead of her. This was not the same girl he had met a few weeks ago. "Wait up!" she yelled. ***** Ellis waited in the parking lot behind a big white van for Tom. He woke up at the party Saturday evening with a large knot on his head and remembered how the new hick boy pulled him off of Jo's body before he could enter her. It was revenge time and he didn't care if he got kicked off the team or not. Finally around the corner he saw Jo and Tom walking towards him. "Hey asshole," Ellis said as he jumped out in front of him. "I think you owe me an apology." At first Tom was startled but quickly calmed down. "Ellis I don't want to get into this with you right now. If you want to meet at the park later I'll gladly do it." "Fuck off Ellis," Jo said as she stepped between the two boys. She pushed Ellis until his body crashed back against the van. "Stay out of this bitch," Ellis said as he moved forward and looked her eye to eye. "This is between Tom and I." "Not really," Jo smiled just before she brought her knee upward into his groin. She got him directly into his balls. "OH FUCK!" Ellis cried out as he grabbed his nuts. "OH SHIT!" He curled over into a ball. "Come on," Jo said to Tom as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the school. "Jo, I don't need you to fight my battles," he said embarrassed that he had not handled Ellis. "You forget that he was about to rape me on Saturday night?" she said as she kissed him on the cheek. "The office is down that way. See you at lunchtime." Tom knew now he would have to watch his back and also knew the word would be out that Jo fought his battles. He moved into the office and saw Father Tim waiting for him. "I've got all your paperwork ready. Practice is after the last class." "Thank you Father," Tom said. There were some quirks for being on the team. By the time he got out of the office the homeroom period was over and most of the first period. He knocked on the door of the classroom and a gorgeous teacher opened the door. "You must be Tom," she said smiling. "Come on in." Word was already around the school that Jo Thompson had a boyfriend and it was the new boy handsome from the sticks. Tom walked in and saw Billie by the window who waved for him to sit next to him. He sat down embarrassed that everyone was looking at him and whispering. "I heard Jo kicked Ellis in the nuts this morning." Billie whispered. "How did the word get around so fast?" Tom whispered back. "You forget this is a Catholic School. The news is very fast." Tom shook his head and looked at the teacher. On the chalkboard was her name, Ms. Lockett. Suddenly the girl in front of him turned around. "Hi." Tom realized it was May who he had almost fucked at the party. "Hi," he replied. Tom was lucky because Billie was in most of his classes. The rest of the morning went pretty good however the class before lunch had both Jo and Ellis in it. "Sit by me," Jo whispered when he walked into the room. Tom noticed Billie walk to the back of the room. "I think I'm sitting in the back," he said hoping she would not be mad. About half way through the class he got a note from Ellis. "Does Jo fight all of your fights?" Tom crushed the note in his palm and tossed it into the garbage can next to Ellis. He just smiled. ***** Tom followed Billie into the large lunchroom and saw the other guys on the team sitting alone in the corner. After they moved through the food line they headed to the long table. "He's not invited," Calvin said to Billie. "Bullshit," Billie said to the team captain. "You have no idea what went down at the party so shut the fuck up." It was the first time anyone had stood up to Calvin before. Calvin looked as shock as the rest of them. He turned to Ellis. "What happened, Ellis?" "Nothing," Ellis lied. "He got pissed because his bitch wanted me to fuck her." Tom dropped his tray on the table and lunged across but Ellis jumped back. "Lying asshole." "What's going on over here?" Father Tim asked as he walked over to stop whatever was going on. "Nothing father," Tom said cooling down. "Well whatever it is you better resolve it before practice today," Father said looking suspiciously at Ellis. He knew Ellis had a shady side to him. "Yes Father," Ellis said looking down. Tom sat down in front of his food tray and dared anyone to ask him to move away. Billie sat down next to him and they did not speak to anyone else. About 15 minutes later Jo walked over and sat down next to Tom. "You ok?" she whispered. "Jo not now," Tom said. He didn't want the other guys to think Jo would take up for him. "Meet me outside in the hall in five minutes." "Ok," she said smiling. For the first time Jo had a boyfriend and the other girls were envious. ***** "What happened?" she asked Tom when he came out. "Ellis lied to the team about what happened Saturday night," Tom said. "I was going to kill him." "Thanks," she grinned. A boy had never stood up for her before. "Can I see you after school?" "We have practice." "That's at four. We will have fifteen minutes." "I better not. I need to get dressed and do some warm-ups. I'll see you after practice." Tom looked around and leaned in to quickly kiss her. A couple of freshmen girls walked by and giggled. ***** Tom walked into the locker room and saw John who motioned for him to come over by his locker. "Use this one," he said smiling. At least Tom had two friends on the team. Ellis came in and glanced Tom's way but quickly got dressed and went out onto the gym floor. "Over here," Father Tim said to the boys in the center of the court. "From now on this team is a family. If you don't want to be a family then leave right now." He glanced at Ellis who looked away. "Calvin work with Tom on our offensive plays for the next half-hour. The rest of you run some sprints. On the line," he said smiling. Tom and Calvin walked over to the other basket. "We basically do a four man motion offense with the big man in the middle. Paul moves along the baseline to get open and if we have an open shot we take it. I hear you can shot the ball." "Some," Tom said modestly. "Well right now we can use you because the other teams constantly double-team me." Calvin bragged. "If you can knock down a couple of shots maybe I can get some space." Tom smiled because he had the same problem back in Clarkton. He was constantly being double-teamed. For the next thirty minutes Calvin showed Tom how the motion offense worked and told him they always play zone except for when the other team takes the ball out from under their basket. It was basically what he was used to at Clarkton. "OK," Father Tim said. "On Friday night we play Trinity Catholic who embarrassed us at their gym last month. They are in first place and we are tied for second. We need this game if we have any hope of winning our conference." He broke the team up and put Tom on the second unit and as bad luck would have it he had to guard Ellis. "Get ready for me to kick your ass," Ellis said smiling as they lined up for the tip. "Bring it on," Tom smiled back. Tom realized quickly that there was a large drop of talent from the first team to the second team. Calvin, Billie and John handed themselves very well and within minutes the first team was leading 8 to 0. Tom had not tried a shot. "What's wrong country boy? Can't play with the city kids?" Ellis laughed. As Ellis made his smart-ass remark Tom cut in front of him and swiped the ball. He drove into the hoop uncontested. Tom only smiled at Ellis as they ran back down the floor. "Nice steal," Billie commented as he dribbled up to Tom. Billie whipped the ball over Tom's reach to a cutting John who stuffed the ball into the hoop. "Nice pass," Tom said to Billie as they went the other way. Ellis was now in Tom's face as he tried to get open for a pass. He was also grabbing and pushing every chance he had. If it were a real game he would have fouled out by now. Tom figured he could do the same as he pushed Ellis to the left and moved around him to the right. He got the pass at the top of the key and immediately shot. The ball hit nothing but net. Score: Starters 8, Tom 5. The second team realized quickly that Tom was the scorer so they kept feeding him the ball every chance they got. He hit another three from the corner and a break away lay-up on another steal. Score: Starters 15, Tom 14. "You should try some teamwork," Ellis jabbed at him when he shot up another three that bounced around the rim before falling out. "You should try to score," Tom laughed. So far he had held the asshole scoreless. Calvin could see Tom getting all the attention and suddenly started to force up shots. He missed four shots in a row and when Tom fed another kid on a breakaway suddenly the second team was winning. Suddenly Father Tim blew his whistle. "Tom, you and Ellis switch teams." Tom smiled and pulled off his shirt to be skins while Ellis groaned as he put on his practice shirt. "It didn't take you very long," Billie laughed as he moved to the starters who were going back on defense. Tom knew he would make a better impression on Calvin and the rest of the team if he did all he could to get balanced scoring. On the next trip down the court on offense Tom caught the ball at the top of the key and instead of hitting his favorite three-pointer tossed the ball to John who had cut under to rebound. The ball hit John in the back because he was not expecting it. "Sorry," Tom said as he hit his chest with his fist. "My fault." "No, it was mine," John said as they ran back on D. "I should have expected it." At 6'3" Tom had little trouble guarding Ellis who tossed up two air balls in a row. He could see the other boy getting really frustrated. Father blew the whistle again. "Take a ten minute break." Tom followed the starters to the large water bottle and took some sips. He was not in playing shape because of the move to the city and was still tired from his hot session with Jo at Tina's house. He sat down next to John. "Next time I get the ball at the top of the key look for an ally-op." "Sure," John said smiling. Normally the offense did not include him in a lot of plays. Tom noticed the door to the other side of the gym was slightly open so he moved over and peeked inside. The girl's team was also scrimmaging and he noticed Jo right away. She could handle the ball better than anyone he had ever seen and that included boys. She blew by one girl and cut to the right while throwing a behind the back pass at Tina who was cutting the other way. The ball was right on target and Tina made an easy lay-up. Suddenly they all stopped and looked his way. "It's him," one girl said. Jo didn't know what all the commotion was about until she saw Tom's face looking through the open door. She smiled and ran over to him. "Hi, how's it going?" "JO!" the girl's coach yelled. "Get back into the game." "Gotta go," she giggled as she ran back onto the court. She was watching Tom when the girl she was guarding dribbled around her and made a lay-up. The next time down the court Jo shot up an air ball. Suddenly Miss All-America was the worst player on the team. Tom could see he was distracting her and quickly closed the door. ***** After practice Tom and Billie walked from the locker room and found Jo and Tina waiting for them. "We were wondering when you were coming out," Tina said. "Another minute and we would have come in after you." "I'm sure Father Tim would have liked that," Billie laughed. "No, but you would have," Tina giggled. "Do you guys want to come over to my house?" Jo asked as they walked towards their street. "Sure," Billie said. He had wanted to get Tina alone again. "Ok with me," Tom smiled. "How was your first practice?" Jo asked Tom. They were now holding hands. "Good," he said not wanting to make a big deal. "Good!" Billie repeated. "Great, Tom was beating the starting team by himself until Father switched him with Ellis." Jo smiled and leaned up to kiss him. All she could think about in school today was getting Tom alone in her house before her parents came home. None of them said much as Jo led them up to her room and closed the door. "My sister will probably be home soon so try not to make too much noise." "Do you want us to go to another room?" Tina asked when she saw Jo lead Tom to the bed. She wanted to get Billie alone. "We only have about thirty minutes," Jo said as she pulled Tom to lie next to her. "You two are better off in here." She knew Karen would not bother them in her room. Tina smiled at Billie as she moved down on the large circular rug in the middle of the floor. She sat down and leaned back on her hands. "Coming down?" Billie gulped and moved slowly down next to her. He wondered how far she would let him go. He quickly found out when her arms pulled him down on top of her and their lips pressed hard together. Jo's fingers searched between their bodies until she found the zipper on his pants. She jerked it down and fished her hand inside to pull out his long hard shaft. Since he was turned away from Tina and Billie they could not see what she was doing. Tom wished he were alone with Jo because they could get naked and do whatever they wanted. Now he had to hide his hand as it moved to her bare knee and then up under her plaid skirt. Her legs opened to allow his fingers to easily find her damp crotch and to slide under her panties into her wet pussy. "I want you to fuck me," Jo whispered in his ear. "Now?" he whispered back. "In front of Tina and Billie?" "I'll keep my skirt on and sit on you," she giggled. Right then all shyness and reasoning went out the window. Tom's body wanted one thing right then. He moved to his back at the same time she lifted her hips to push down and off her panties. Tina kept peeking to see if they would do it or not. She hoped they would so Billie would be brave enough to do it with her. She smiled when she saw Tom's hard on and Jo removing her panties. There was no doubt they were going to fuck. "They are going to do it," Tina whispered in Billie's ear while his fingers caressed her ass through her skirt. Billie turned and looked just as Jo's body moved onto Tom's. As she slid down his cock and leaned forward her short skirt slid up her white buttocks. From his angle he watched Tom's hard prick slide into Jo's blonde pussy. If his penis was not hard enough it was now. "Let's do it," Tina whispered as she sucked on his earlobe. "Really?" Billie asked like he had hit the jackpot. "They will see us." "So we are watching them," Tina giggled. "Take off my panties." Those were the sweetest four words a girl had ever said to him. He moved to his knees and reached up under the green plaid skirt to find Tina's skimpy underwear. He pulled them down and looked at her neatly trimmed bush and then her pink glistening pussy. "Hurry," Tina said looking at the clock. Jo's parents would be home in fifteen minutes. She had touched Billie's bulge at Tom's house and knew he was pretty big. Not as big as Tom but big enough for her virgin hole. Her legs were open in anticipation as Billie pushed down his slacks and boxers. He aimed his hard-on at her opened slit and pushed down with his hips. Jo's bed was now squeaking and bagging against the wall as Tom pounded his shaft in and out of Jo's warmth. Her mouth was locked onto his and her skirt was now high over her ass. She knew Billie could see everything but didn't care. "Easy," Tina moaned as she felt her gate unlock for him. She took a deep breath. "OK give me more." Billie did as she said. When she said stop he did and when she said more he did. Pretty soon he was buried all the way into her. "Fuck me Billie," Tina giggled into his ear as she followed Jo's lead by wrapping her legs around his hips. Tom heard Tina's moan and glanced down to see her opened legs around Billie's hips. He had thought they were both virgins so he got to see them lose their cherries. "WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE?" Karen yelled at Jo's door, which was locked. "GO AWAY!" Jo yelled. She was on the edge of climaxing. Karen remained silent with her ear pressed against the door. She could hear more than one girl moaning and more than one boy grunting. Her fingers moved down under her schoolgirl skirt until she pressed her damp panties into her hot grove. She imagined it was Tom between her legs as she masturbated. Being the first time for Billie he couldn't stop himself when he came. "UHHH...OHHH!" Tina felt his hot juices fill her now experienced hole and hung on while he kept pumping into her to empty the fuel hose. "NOW TOM NOW!" Jo screamed. She tried to be as loud as she could for Karen's benefit. Tom smiled as he held out as long as he could. He heard Jo's screams and kept pushing in and out. Soon she started screaming again. "OH GOD IT"S HAPPENING AGAIN!" Her body exploded for the second time. Now it was his turn. He bit his lips to keep quiet. "Did you...you know?" Billie whispered in Tina's ear. "Kind of," she giggled. "I'll know for sure next time." "Next time?" Billie repeated with a big smile. "Sure, you want to don't you?" Tina whispered. "Yes, oh hell yes." The four got dressed quickly and when Tina pulled the door open Karen came tumbling into the room. She crashed down onto the thick rug, which caused her school skirt to fall up over her waist. Her hand was still pushed down into her flowered panties. "OH!" she cried as she quickly removed her hand and pushed down her skirt. "I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," Tina laughed. They moved out of her room and down the stairs. ***** Grandma Bell tried to nap that evening while watching Tom Selick reruns but the phone keep ringing. They all wanted to speak to Tom but wouldn't leave their names. Finally she answered, "Tom's not here call back later." "Grandma, it's me Tom," he said. "What's going on?" "I'll tell you what's going on," she started, "the phone has not stopped ringing. A bunch of girls want to talk to you." Tom laughed. "Tell them I'm taken." He glanced over at Jo who smiled back at him. "I'll not be your love manager," she laughed. "If they don't stop calling I'm giving them your cell phone number." "No please!" he begged. "I'll stop and get you a box of chocolate covered cherries." Granny Bell smiled. "You know how to warm an old girl's heart don't you?" "Yes," he laughed. "I called to tell you I'm eating at Jo's house tonight." "Ok, but don't take too long getting me that candy." "I won't." ***** Tina and Billie left and Tom had dinner with Jo's family. Karen kept smiling at him and brushing her leg against his under the table. He moved over as far as he could because he knew Jo would take her out if she knew what was happening. "It's good to have a friend of Jo's over for dinner," her mother said looking at Tom. "Ma, I've had friends over for dinner before," Jo blushed. "You know what I mean," her mother said. "Your cooking is very good ma'am," he replied. "He called me ma'am," the mother replied. "Why aren't the rest of your friends so polite?" "He's from Clarkton mother," Karen jumped in. "They are polite in the sticks." Her shoeless foot was now rubbing up and down his calve. Jo could see something was going on under the table because Tom kept moving his chair away from Karen. When Karen looked the other way she peeked down and saw her sister's foot touching Tom's leg. Suddenly Jo kicked her foot hard until it smacked against Karen's leg. "OUCH!" Karen cried out. "She kicked me!" Their father glared at Jo. "Dad she was putting her foot where it didn't belong." "When will you two ever stop fighting?" he asked. "We don't fight dad," Jo laughed. "She does something stupid and I let her know about it." After dinner Jo and Tom went up to her room to do their homework. Tom had his books out and was lying on the floor when he felt Jo's fingers moving up his leg. He turned and smiled. "You parents are home and I have to complete this reading." "The door is closed and you can keep on reading," she giggled. Her fingers moved up under his short until she caressed his balls under his boxers. "How can I read if you do that?" he smiled. Her finger moved off his nuts and up his quickly hardening shaft. "Or that?" He dropped his book and fell onto his back. Jo swiftly unsnapped his shorts and lowered his zipper. She pulled the one-eyed snake out of its confinement and stroked it slowly until her lips pecked on the spongy crown. "Ohhh," he moaned trying to keep as quiet as possible. "If you want to read I'll quit," she teased. "No please don't stop," he begged. He peeked down at the short blonde hair on her head as she moved her mouth as far down as possible and then slowly very slowly back up. This was only her second blowjob on him and she was getting better and better at it. She held his shaft up in her tiny hand and licked up and down the sides like it was her all-day sucker. "I wish I could fuck you," she whispered, "but it would be too noisy." "Me too," he moaned. Her mouth again engulfed his rod and suddenly moved like a well-oiled piston up and down, up and down. Jo knew he was about to pop and pulled her mouth away. She quickly realized teasing was more fun than a quick release. "Are you ok?" She asked. "You look a little flushed and tense." "I'll remember this," he said smiling. He knew he could do the same thing to her. "I want you to come inside of me," she smiled. "What about the noise?" he asked as she moved away to pull off her panties. Jo tossed her undies under the bed and moved up to straddle him. "We are not going to move." "Not move?" he repeated. "Yes," she giggled as she lowered her hot hole down his shaft until it was all the way inside. She did not move her body back up. Her eyes captured his as she squeezed his thickness deep down inside of her. "You like that don't you?" Jo giggled. Tom smiled and flexed his prick until it pushed against her inner walls. He saw her take a deep breath. "I can play this game too." The room was deadly quiet, as they remained connected without moving an outside muscle. Inside of Jo the shaft and well was moving and pressing together. "I'm getting close," Tom warned. His fingers were under her plaid skirt on her round buttocks. "Good, come for me." "Oh...what....what about...about you?" he moaned as his hot juices flew up his tubes. "Don't worry about me," she giggled when she felt his spunk unload deeply inside of her. "Oh shit!" he said loudly trying to be quiet. "Shhh," she laughed. She lowered her lips to his to keep him quiet while she continued to milk and empty him. Jo rolled off of him and moved into the connecting bathroom. "I'll be right back." Tom took a deep breath and zipped up his fly. He grabbed his books and book bag and was standing by the door when Jo came back out. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I've got to finish my homework," he grinned. "I'll see you tomorrow morning in front of your house." "Don't leave, please?" she begged as she hugged him to her body. "I have to go," he said as he pulled her arms away. "I love you." "Me too," she added as they kissed. Tom stopped at the drug store on the corner for the chocolate covered cherries. ***** The remainder of the week went fast as Tom quickly got his wind back and learned the offensive plays. It was set that he had taken Ellis's place in the starting lineup and Ellis had bitched and cried but had not caused any more problems. Calvin was leery of passing the ball to Tom because he quickly discovered Tom was a better outside shooter. It practice it didn't matter but during a game it could be the difference between winning and losing. He also saw Jo every night and neither of them got much rest. It was Friday afternoon and the boy's team was sitting in the bleachers watching the girl's team play the Trinity girl's team. Tom had not really seen Jo play a read game yet and was anxious to see her in action. There were whispers in the crowd that the Notre Dame Coach was sitting behind the bench to watch her. Jo tried to stay focused but kept looking up at Tom to see what he was doing. She noticed Billie on one side of him and John on the other. She smiled and waved. He did the same. The Trinity girl's team was not as good as the boy's team however they had one girl, Kathy O'Leary, who had made the Smith and Street honorable all-American team. Jo had made their first team. O'Leary was the second leading scorer in the conference behind Jo. In the first meeting of the two teams Jo outscored her 28 to 12. "We can't take this team lightly," the girl's coach, Meagan Kinney, said to the team as they huddled before tip-off. "We only have a one game lead on them and if they win we are tied for first place." The teams took the court and Jo again looked up at Tom and saw Billie had moved and her sister Karen had taken his place next to her boyfriend. Before she could react the ref tossed up the ball and it flew over her head. O'Leary grabbed it and headed down the court. Jo caught up to her just as she stopped and popped a twenty-foot shot. Jo crashed into her and they both watched from the floor as the ball swished through the net. Trinity: 3 Central: 0. Plus, O'Leary soon made a foul shot and Jo picked up her first foul. Jo was embarrassed as she dribbled the ball up the court. She held up her fist for a play, which involved her to pass the ball to the corner and to cut towards the hoop. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone moving by Tom. She glanced and saw him standing to shake a strange man's hand. She lost track of the ball and it bounced off the side of her foot and out of bounds. Trinity ball. Trinity came down again and O'Leary lost Jo on a hard pick. O'Leary's body rose high as she swished in another three. O'Leary 7. Central 0. "Time out!" Coach Kinney yelled. She stared at Jo as she ran to the huddle. "What is going on?" Jo glanced at the Notre Dame Coach behind the bench and saw her taking notes. "I don't know." "OK, now run our offense," Meagan said sternly. "May, when Jo is picked you have to pick up O'Leary." "Yes coach," May said. "LET"S GO!" Meagan shouted. Jo tried her best the rest of the first half to concentrate but other girls kept going up to Tom. At the end of the first half Trinity led 24 to 16. O'Leary had 12 points and four assists. Jo had 6 points and one assist. The locker room was quiet as Meagan walked in. She threw down the clipboard and stood staring at them. "How many of you are embarrassed?" They all raised their hands. "Do you want to lose to this team?" "NO COACH!" they all shouted. "I don't know what else to say. They are beating you to all loose balls and are out rebounding us 15 to 7. If we don't turn it on now we are finished." She remained silent to let her word sink in. "Let's go and show them Central pride." The team jumped and started running out of the locker room. "Jo," Meagan said. "Stay behind." Jo turned and lowered her head. "Yes coach?" "You look tired out there. O'Leary is flying by you. You can't seem to keep your mind on the game. What' up?" "I haven't gotten much sleep this week," she said truthfully. Every night all she could think about was Tom. "I'll focus on the game." "I'm putting Tina on O'Leary," Meagan said. "Coach I can guard her." "I need your energy on the offensive end. Tina can guard her." "But coach..." "I've made my decision," Meagan said as she walked out of the locker room. Tom was unsure what was going on with Jo. He had seen her play better at the park and now the whole team had come out of the locker room but her. Finally she came running out but did not look up at him. Jo knew it was Tom that was messing up her game. She was now determined when the second half started. She heard the gasps of the team when Coach Kinney told Tina to guard O'Leary. Even O'Leary was surprised when Tina picked her up. Jo quickly got it going on the offensive end. She faked a three point shot and drove around O'Leary for an easy hoop. Tina was doing a great job on the defensive end as well. Another two easy baskets by Jo and a three from April had given Central a one-point lead. The Trinity coach took a quick time out. "Coach let me guard O'Leary," Jo whispered during the break. "No, this is working," Meagan replied. "Just keep scoring." The time out did not do Trinity any good because Jo was now focused on her game. She made a smooth behind the back dribble and a quick pass to a cutting May for an easy basket. The Central fans stood and yelled. She looked up to see Tom smiling but quickly moved back on defense. Later in the half, O'Leary became frustrated with Tina's hounding and threw an elbow into her chest. Tina fell back onto the hard floor and hit her head. Jo immediately grabbed a hold of O'Leary's hair and jerked her back until she fell onto her ass. All the whistles blew. Technical fouls were called on both Jo and O'Leary. The problem was that Jo now had 4 fouls and had to sit down. There was still eight minutes on the clock. Again the game turned around. Central, without Jo, had problems scoring and although Tina did a decent job on O'Leary the other girls took over the scoring. It was a minute to go and the score tied that Jo came back into the game. "Don't foul," Meagan said to her as she ran onto the court. The fans were now onto their feet as the clock moved down. O'Leary moved the ball up the sideline and fed it to the top of the key. She faked one way and moved the other leaving Tina in her tracks. Jo saw her coming down the lane and jumped in front of her to take the charge. Both of them went crashing to the floor and the ref blew his whistle. The gym was quiet as they all waited for the call. "BLOCKING FOUL NUMBER ONE!" the ref yelled to the scoring table. "WHAT! Tom screamed, as did all the fans. "YOU'RE CRAZY!" Everyone could see Jo had established position before O'Leary got there. Jo just lay on her back not believing she had fouled out. It also meant the girl would be shooting foul shots with only twenty seconds left. She staggered to her feet and moved to the bench with her head down. The fans booed while O'Leary swished in the two foul shots. Trinity was up by two and Central did not have a go-to player anymore. "Time out," Meagan yelled. She huddled the players together and looked at Tina. "I want you to get the ball into May and then run to the right corner. May will shoot if she's open but if not she will toss it back to you. Make the shot I know you can do it." "Yes coach," Tina said nervously. Jo had always been the one on the spot. "Do it for me," Jo whispered. "I don't want to lose to that bitch." She, of course, meant O'Leary. The fans were standing and chanting "CENTRAL" as Tina brought the ball up against O'Leary who was as close as she could get. She bounced the ball into May who was double-teamed down low. Tina got to the corner and saw the ball coming from May. She grabbed it and in one motion turned and fired at the hoop. Before the ball left her hand O'Leary's body crashed into hers. Again she crashed to the floor and again she hit her head. But this time everything went dark. ***** Tina opened her eyes and the first face she saw was Jo's. "What happened?" "O'Leary creamed you as you shot," Jo said smiling. She was happy Tina had come to. "You came to and walked to the bench with my help but blacked out again. The paramedics are coming in the door right now." "Wait," Tina said. "Who won?" Jo grabbed her hand. "They did, April missed the last foul shot." "It was my fault," Tina sobbed. "No, it was mine," Jo said. It was the worst game she had played in quite a while. She moved back as the paramedics checked Tina's vitals. When they said she needed to go to the hospital for tests Jo was the first one to volunteer to ride with her. ***** Tom tried to get to Jo before she ran out with the paramedics but was too late. The boys were told she would be all right which relieved a lot of the anxiety. The locker room was still pretty quiet as they prepared themselves mentally for the Trinity Boy's team. "Don't be nervous," Billie whispered to him as they announced the starters. "I'm not," Tom said confidently. He knew what his abilities were and from what he saw during the warm up the Trinity team didn't scare him. He had faced tougher guys back in Clarkton. Although they were not as tough they were faster and had better ball-handling skills. Tom shied away from taking outside shots until Father Tim yelled at him as he ran by the bench. "Shoot Tom!" The next trip down he put up his first jumper, which rattled in and out. "Pass the ball," Calvin yelled as they ran back on D. It was going to be a long night. Calvin hit his first two shot and Trinity started double-teaming him. It left Tom open and he drained a long three. Calvin smiled as he ran by. "Good shot." Tom, Calvin and John formed a triangle in the corner, which meant someone would be open if they tried to double team one of them. John got two quick baskets and Central was up by six at the end of the quarter. ***** "I'm ok," Tina said to Jo as they waited for a doctor to look at her. "I know you want to see Tom play so go on back." Another girl had driven over to the hospital and was leaving to go back to the gym. "I don't want to leave you," Jo said. She felt responsible for Tina being hurt. If she had not fouled out of the game O'Leary would have been guarding her instead of Tina. "This is not your fault Jo," Tina said smiling. "I think it is," Jo said clutching her hand. "Believe me, I feel fine," Tina laughed. "Go!" Jo kissed her on her forehead and left the hospital. When she arrived it was halftime with the score Trinity 30 and Central 38. "Wow," she said sitting next to her coach. "We are beating them?" "Your boyfriend is tearing them up," Meagan smiled. "He's got 15 already." Jo caught his eye and smiled. Tom ran over after making a lay-up during the warm-up. "Is Tina ok?" he asked. "She says she is," Jo answered. "Sorry I missed the first half." "I'm glad you are back," Tom smiled as he ran back to get in line. "I think I now know what caused your problem tonight," Meagan said as she hugged Jo to her. "It's that apparent, huh?" Jo said as she watched Tom laid the ball softly over the front of the rim. "I really don't blame you," Meagan grinned. "He's a knockout." "I know but I let the team down tonight." Meagan hugged her star player. "There will be more games. I'm just glad you are on my team." "Did the Notre Dame Coach say anything?" "Yes, she commented on your off-game but she liked your toughness and of course the fact you still scored 20 points on an off-night." Jo watched as the second half started and saw Tom block a shot and throw it the length of the floor to Calvin who laid it in. "Why can he have a good game and not me?" she wondered. "Would you like some words of advice?" Meagan asked as Tom did a two-hand dunk over the tallest player on the Trinity team. "I would love some," Jo answered. "Stop seeing him until after the season is over." Jo jerked back at the suggestion. "Stop seeing him?" "It's messing up your head and your game," Meagan said. "We only have two more weeks of the regular season and then the State playoffs begin. "I'm sure he will understand and can wait at least a month." Jo sat and only looked at him for the next ten minutes. "Can you wait a month?" she thought. When the horn sounded Central had beaten Trinity by 14 points. Tom and Calvin were the top scorers at 24 apiece. Tom and his teammates danced by the bench. It meant they were now tied with Trinity for first place. He looked for Jo but couldn't find her. "We're going down to Jack's Diner," Calvin said as he smacked Tom on the back. "Come with us." "Ok, let me find Jo," Tom said as he moved through the cheerleaders and dance team. He saw April. "Have you seen Jo?" "She left when the game was over," April said smiling. "Are you going down to Jack's?" "I guess so," Tom said. He ran down to the locker room and quickly showered. He dressed and as he walked behind the large group of kids he called Jo on his cell phone. Her mother answered. "Hi Mrs. Thompson, is Jo there? This is Tom." "Tom, Jo is up in her room and said she does not want to speak to anyone. Can I take a message?" "Are you sure? I really need to talk to her." "Yes, I........" Jo moved into the kitchen and took the phone from her mother's hand. "It's me," she said with tears pouring down her face. Tom could tell she had been crying. "Is Tina ok?" "Yes," she sobbed. "It's me...I mean us...I can't see you for a while." "What?" he asked as he stopped walking. "Why not?" "I can't concentrate on the team and my game. I made my first "F" ever this week on an exam. I just can't see you until after the season." Her voice cracked as she handed the phone to her mother and ran up the stairs. "Jo, I love you," he said almost in tears himself. "Don't do this." He heard the click as the phone went dead.

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 36 Coach Vickers blew his whistle and signaled the team over. "Settle," he yelled as we formed a circle around him. I was feeling good. It had been a good week. So far, no one had threatened to suspend or expel me. Dad gave me some funny looks. I think he was trying to decide if he had to say something about Tami and me, but in the end I guess he decided that Mom had handled it. Football practice had gone great and so had the play. It was Thursday. Maybe, just maybe, I would finally get the confrontation free week I'd been hoping for. "I just have a couple of announcements, then you can take off. No game tomorrow, and we've looked real good this week, so I've decided to give you the day off." The team cheered. It had been awhile since we'd had a Friday to ourselves. Robbie looked like she couldn't decide whether it was good news or bad till I clapped her on the back and she smiled. "Next week, we have the first round of play-offs and we lucked out, we're at home. The team cheered again. "If we win..." "When we win," Mark interrupted. "When we win, we'll be at home for the quarter finals, too." "Then the Tacoma Dome!" Mark yelled and that brought on another team cheer. Coach Vickers was grinning as big as any of us. "Last, next week, Tony won't be with us on Monday and Thursday." I won't? "Some guys think they're special," Luke muttered. I started to say something, but a sharp look from the coach silenced me. "Some guys are special," he said, getting right in Luke's face. "If he wasn't, you wouldn't be on this team right now." Luke looked away from the coach, caught me looking at him, and looked down. "And if any of the rest of you think Tony's getting special treatment," it might have been my imagination, but I thought he looked straight at Mike, "volunteer to give up twelve weeks of your free time to coach some kids and you can miss a few practices too." Gymnastics. Tami and Robbie must have arranged it with the coach when they talked to him about getting me back on the team. Friday was still peaceful. Not one teacher threatened me, though Mr. Singara gave me a dirty look on general principal. That night Robbie and her dad, Tami, and I had dinner with the Bradleys. I'd talked to Mr. Bradley a little before the concert, but now I had a chance to get to know him. He had a crude sense of humor, and I learned several new dirty jokes that could come in handy for settling pitchers during baseball season. Betty and Jo spent most of the night in my lap, with both Tami and Robbie giving me satisfied looks. I promised myself that if either of them mentioned the words twins and harem in the same sentence, I'd spank. Saturday I went with Gary and the team to Traci's gymnastics meet. Traci was having a pretty good year. She'd finished in the top six at every meet so far, but not yet in the top three. Tami, Peter, and Kelly came along to cheer. Since Kelly was a level seven, she didn't compete until January. The girls all had a pretty good meet, though not one stayed on the beam. Sixteen falls for twelve girls is not something to be proud of, but Gary said some days are just like that. Traci finished fourth all-around but took a first place on vault, which was going to have her dancing on the ceiling all weekend. The team came in third. Not bad, but they usually finished first or second. "What's gotten into you? Tami asked as we walked around the park Sunday night. I was grinning at the stars. "I did it." "Did what?" "A confrontation free week." "Tony, I'm so proud of you." The sarcasm in her voice made me wonder about shipping a certain bad influence back to Tennessee. "Think I can make it two?" Tami smiled. "Go for broke, try for three." I think we both knew a month was out of the question. Chapter 37 "If you were grinning any harder, you'd hurt yourself," Tami said as I slipped into the seat beside her. "Nothing wrong with being in a good mood," I said defensively, but my grin didn't slip. I checked the whiteboard in the front of the room, but Mr. Walker hadn't written anything, so it was business as usual. Tami looked at me suspiciously. "What are you working on?" "Nothing exciting. Just the grades list." The school paper printed a list of everyone with a three point or better at the end of the nine weeks. Tami looked at me appraisingly. "Wouldn't happen to include the class standings too, would it?" she said after a minute. "Well, yeah." We always included the top five students in each class. "You wouldn't happen to be on it?" she asked, a smile starting to appear. "I usually am," I said without false modesty. I was almost always in the top ten, and better than half the time, crept into the top half of that. "Your best friend wouldn't happen to be on the list too?" "She always is," I admitted. Robbie hadn't missed top five since she arrived. Tami shook her head gently. You two wouldn't happen to be in alphabetical order for once?" I hadn't beaten Robbie in three years of trying. "Now that you mention it." Tami held out her hand, so I opened my notebook and handed her the list I'd gotten from the office. Tami scanned it. "Tony, number one. I don't believe it." "It just proves what I've always said: school gets in the way of education." I'd been suspended for the first week and a half of the grading period and for the first time topped the list. "I see Kelly Dubrey placed fifth," Tami said, handing back the list. "If the school didn't make her take things besides math and science, nobody could beat her." "You weren't planning on rubbing this in, were you?" I put my hand over my heart. "I wasn't planning to say a word." Tami cocked her head to the side and kept looking at me. "Okay, the banners are ordered and the sky writer's scheduled for two." "That's my Tony." I shrugged. "Just don't rub it in too hard. Knowing Robbie, you might not heal in time for the honeymoon." I started to protest that the honeymoon was a year-and-a-half away, then remembered we were talking about Monster Girl. "My boyfriend and my best friend, one and two on the class list. I feel positively stupid by comparison." Tami had placed fourteenth, which was about average for her. "You have other talents," I leered. "We'll assume you mean her writing," Mr. Walker said, standing over our table. I nodded quickly. "Back to work. We have a paper to get out." As he walked to another table, I leaned back, my hands behind my head. "Last week was a good week, but this one's going to be even better." Tami grinned. "Now you've done it. Maybe I shouldn't sit so close." "Good job, Monster Girl," I said as we caught up to her in the lunch line. "Number two in the class." Robbie smiled. "Who beat me? Toby Mather again?" Toby was the uberstudent. Not as smart as Kelly Dubrey, but good at every subject. Plus, he had no life. "Nope, he's third." "Kelly?" Robbie asked as she paid for her lunch. "Fifth," I said with a straight face. Robbie looked at me. "No, the world isn't that warped." I just smiled. "Ladies!" I yelled about medium loud. Nobody paid any attention. "Not like that," Stephy Ward said. "You got to do it like on the bus after a meet." She took a deep breath, "Get your butts over here!" she yelled at full volume. The girls all stopped talking and came over in front of us and sat down. "See?" Stephy said looking at me. I patted her on the head, then looked at the group. "For any of you who don't know me, I'm Tony Sims." There was some whispering back and forth, especially from the new girls. "This is Tami Sharp," I said indicating Tami. More whispers. "And you probably all know Stephy Ward," I added. "We're your assistant coaches." I noticed some of the looks that Stephy got and mentally recorded the lookers. "Miss Calloway won't be here today. She broke a tooth on the mac and cheese." You've got to love cafeteria food. "There are a couple of things you need to know about Stephy. She's a freshman. I know some of you are thinking 'she's only a year older' or 'she's only two years older', but you better understand right now that she IS your coach. If you don't treat her like that, you WILL deal with me or Miss Calloway. Just remember, we need Stephy more than we need any of you." "Even me?" Kelly asked coyly. "Especially you," I pretended to snap. I knew Kelly wouldn't be a problem and probably would be the captain of this mob. "There are advantages," I continued. "Last year, the coaching staff was Miss Calloway, Tami, and me, with zero experience between us. This year, the three of us each have a year of experience and Stephy has about three times as much as all of us combined. She may not be able to spot you on some things some of you are bigger than she is but if you're smart, you'll listen when she talks." I watched the faces I'd noticed before, and I think most of them got the message. "Any questions so far?" Susie Calloway raised her hand, and I nodded at her. "How come we aren't in the splits?" A couple of girls groaned. I grinned. "That's a good question. Susie knows that we always do team meetings in the splits. The answer is, you aren't on the team yet. "One thing we want to see on this team is support for each other. Last year we went to our first meet and did bad. "Really bad. "As we got back on the bus, almost every girl was ripping every other girl." "He yelled at us," Kelly interrupted. "A lot," Susie added. I grinned. "But the team learned that when they worked together, we could make the impossible happen." "We weren't last at districts," Traci said proudly. "No, we weren't," I agreed. "And we aren't going to be this year. Basically it comes down to this: if you don't want to play nice, there's the door." I pointed at the door to the locker room. "If you don't want to help your teammates, there's the door. "If you don't want to work hard, there's the door. "If you don't want to listen to Stephy, there's the door. "If you don't want to listen to Tami, or me, or Miss Calloway, there's the door." I gave them a few seconds to let it sink in. "But if you want to be on this team, get in your splits. Good side." Last year's gymnasts were sliding into their splits before I finished the last word. The others only a few seconds behind. "We're not even going to bother learning your names today. If you come back tomorrow, then we'll work on it." "Tony," Tami interrupted and nodded her head. "Oh, I won't be back until Thursday, I've got football. But Traci and Kelly are both ticklish, and I'll get a full report." Play practice was the smoothest ever. Everybody had their lines. I think even Robbie relaxed. At least as much as she could. "No practice tomorrow or Wednesday," she said when we gathered at the end. "I think we all want to go see the competition. "Thursday, we'll do a dress rehearsal in the morning. Then..." she finished with a sigh. I gave her a quick hug, and everybody started gathering their stuff. "You think you're pretty smart." I turned and saw Steve Reed, Darlene's stepfather standing at the foot of the stage, looking up at me. I grinned. "Well, I hate to brag about my I.Q., but class standings just came out. You can check them." From the corner of my eye, I saw Robbie and Tami both stick their tongues out at me. "You thought I'd never know," Reed said. Definitely open-ended. There were a lot of things I didn't think he knew, but I wasn't going to be stupid enough to volunteer any of them. "You forgot something," he said and held something in his hand. I squinted against the glare of the footlights and realized it was a CD or DVD case. Then I recognized the cover. It was the amphitheater in Otter Park. The Live From Otter Park CD. Darlene and I were both on it. "What are you doing with that?" Darlene demanded loudly. "It was in my room." "It was in my house," he said simply, then looked back at me. "You thought you could go away with my daughter all summer and I wouldn't know." "Stepdaughter," I clarified. "And it was only two weeks." "Ex-stepdaughter," Darlene said stepping to the front of the stage. "I don't want anything more to do with you." "You WILL NOT talk to me that way. Go get in the car." "No." "I'll..." He lifted his hand, though I didn't know what he was planning to do with it down there. "You won't touch her," I said. "Unless you want to go through me first," Robbie said, stepping to the edge of the stage. "And me next," Tami added, standing beside her. "She's coming home." I looked at Darlene, and she shook her head. "No, she isn't." "You can't stop me." I jumped off the stage and stepped in front of him. "I could break you in half if I had to." "We'll see if you want to break the police in half." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. "Call them. Right now, I think Darlene would rather spend the night in jail than go home with you. And that's where they'll take her if she refuses to go. Out-of-control minor, I think they call it. But either way, she's not going with you." We stared at each other silently for a minute. "And if you want to push it, we'll have the petition filed before noon," Robbie added from the stage. "Petition?" Reed asked. "For emancipation." "You can't possibly win that." "Probably not." Just from the sound of her voice, I knew Robbie was grinning. "But before we're done, the whole county will know how you treat your family." "Treat my family? I love them." "Sure. Hey, Tony? Want to bet the little girls have a list of daily chores and Mike don't?" I grinned at Reed. "Not a chance. I ain't throwing my money away." Reed stared at me. Then Robbie. Then Darlene. Then back at me. After a minute he turned and stomped out. I turned in time to see Darlene sob and walk toward the wings of the stage. I jumped back on the stage and pulled my phone from my jacket pocket, tossing it to Traci. "Better call Mom and tell her I'm bringing home strays again." Then I followed Darlene. "You were right, I got cocky," I said later that night as Tami and I walked the park. "See what happens when you tempt fate." Tami laid her head on my shoulder as we walked. "Where's Darlene?" "Already asleep. She's in my bed, I'll get the couch." "Did she talk to her mom?" "For about ten minutes right after we got home. Then she said Reed started ranting in the background. I don't think she's going back anytime soon." "Why is it my boyfriend keeps winding up with cheerleaders living in his house?" I started to say, 'Just lucky I guess', but changed my mind. "Some knights rescue maidens and ride off into the sunset. I bring them home." Chapter 38 "You've got a funny look on your face." I'd just stepped out my front door to meet Tami. I kissed her, slipped my arm around her and my hand into her back pocket, and we started walking. "I'm trying to decide whether to be insulted or not." Tami giggled. "About what?" "Mom and I were talking about Darlene, and she was saying that she was proud of me for bringing home strays, girls who need help." "And that's insulting?" "Then she added she'd be prouder if my strays weren't all female and cute." Tami laughed. So how's Traci getting along with her roommate?" I suppressed a grin and kept a straight face. "Darlene isn't living in Traci's room." "She's not?" Tami asked in surprise. "You're still on the couch?" "Nope. I'm back in my bed." I gave Tami a minute to process. She wouldn't get really jealous, not over Darlene, but there was a little... "You mean your mom... ? "Tami, my love, Darlene moved out this afternoon." "She went home?" "That's not happening. She moved in over at Robbie's. Robbie's dad said she could stay until she graduated college and not a day longer." "Good. You think her dad will make trouble?" "Stepdad," I corrected. "I think he'll make noises. Mr. Tate talked to a friend of his. He's a judge in family court in Seattle. It's not his jurisdiction, but he seemed to think that since Darlene has a good place to live and is a good student and everything, that if nothing else we could drown Reed in paperwork and stall till she turns eighteen in thirteen months." "So she's never going home?" "Never say never, but I'm not holding my breath. I can't see Reed changing, and I don't think Darlene's mom is going to stand up to him." Tami nodded, and we walked in silence for a while. I knew Tami was worried about something, but I also knew she'd talk when she was ready. We were just finishing our third circuit when she asked, "What about her sisters?" I sighed. It was a question that I'd thought about but didn't have a good answer for. "They'll probably get it worse than Darlene since they're growing up in it. But there's not much we can do unless they rebel like Darlene did. If that happens, Robbie's dad said they're welcome, but it probably won't happen. They're too young to realize they're second class citizens in that house." "That's sad." "That it is." We walked some more. "Think we'll win?" she asked on the fifth circuit. "The truth or the answer I'll give Robbie?" "I'll take the truth, and that's what you'll give Robbie too." "Probably, but she ain't gonna like it. I think we're gonna send Romeo and George to Seattle." "Why? It was okay, but it wasn't that great." I agreed. We'd seen the play last night. Carl Troutman had done a good job adapting a story he'd found on the internet, but the group he'd put together hadn't been the best actors. There were a lot of awkward pauses and mumbled dialog. "The problem is the system. Everyone in school gets to vote, but less than half went to one play, let alone all three. Most of them will vote for a friend's group or whatever. Romeo and George will get a lot of votes just because of the idea of Romeo actually being hot for Juliet's brother." "What about Detective?" she asked as we passed her house for the sixth time. We'd seen The Accidental Detective tonight after my football and her gymnastics. "I think Leslie blew it." "But it was good." "It was great," I corrected. Leslie's play was much better staged than Carl's. And her actors hit all their marks. Leslie's timing for comedy was as good, maybe better than for drama. "Leslie did a fantastic job, but the play itself was a little too... too intellectual for high school. A lot of the jokes depended on actually knowing some history and current events." Tami nodded. "I guess. There were times when Robbie, you, and I were laughing, but most of the audience just sat there." I nodded. "So, tomorrow?" I shrugged. "Tomorrow we perform and do great, then lose. Or we blow it completely and lose. No one ever said high school was fair." "Even with Parker gone," Tami agreed with a sigh. "I've got a plan!" Tami announced as I tried to kiss her goodnight. "I'm trying to kiss you here." "This is more important. I've got a plan." I shook my head. "So what's your plan?" "We petition the school board to let the middle school vote too. Since we've got the only play with middle schoolers..." "We win big time," I finished for her. Tami nodded. I kissed her hard for several seconds, then stepped back and bowed. "Robbie would be so proud." Chapter 39 "Are you in trouble?" I'd been nuzzling Tami's neck as we walked. I kissed it and said, "Don't think so. Why?" "Look." I lifted my head, Tami was pointing toward my house. Robbie's little Rodrigo was parked in front, and Robbie was sitting on the hood. "Should I make a break for it?" Tami smiled evilly. "Nope, she's faster than you." I made a face. "And tackles harder." For a few seconds I contemplated replacing Tami. A nice dumb blond. Judy Saunders was major cute. And she was smart enough to dress herself, but not much more. Life would be so much simpler. But I knew what Tami would say if I brought it up I'd be bored in ten minutes and unfortunately, Tami would be right. Robbie hopped off her car as we approached. Watching her stand there waiting for us, I couldn't tell if I was in trouble or not. I reviewed the day and couldn't think of anything, aside from a crack about the number one student. "Hi, Rob..." In a heartbeat, Robbie was in my arms her lips mashed against mine. "I guess you're not in trouble," I heard Tami say in an amused voice next to me as Robbie's tongue pushed deep into my mouth. "It was so good," Robbie said when she finally came up for air. Dress rehearsal had been a disaster. Peter stepped on Susie's toes three times, and at one point was reciting dialog from act three while the rest of us were rehearsing act one. I wasn't much better, though I didn't step on anyone's toes. Mr. Reed had arranged for us to have the stage all day, so we were able to get a full run though before lunch, then work the scenes that Robbie was most worried about, then another full run though. The only catch had been springing some of our troop from the middle school, but Mr. Hallowell helped with that. We finished at three-thirty. Tami and I drove Traci and Susie back to the middle school for gymnastics, Robbie headed for football, and Darlene for cheerleading. By five-thirty we were all back and getting the final preparations done. At least Mom dropped off a pizza to keep us from starving. I think Robbie forgot food existed. The auditorium started to fill up about six-thirty and was SRO, standing-room-only, by seven, though we didn't start for another half an hour. It was almost like winning right there, since Romeo and George had only filled about three-quarters of the seats and The Accidental Detective about half. "It's traditional that Tony says something," Robbie announced a couple minutes before curtain. Traditional? Then I remembered last year when I'd threatened to have Ricky gag her. I motioned everyone to circle around me. "Okay, I think most of you know that I don't think we can win. So, we're just doing this for us. Let's have fun, hit our marks, give the audience a good show, then wait to lose." Okay, not the most inspirational speech ever, but Robbie was nodding. "One more thing," Tami added. "We're not just doing it for us." Her eyes flicked toward the ceiling, and all of us knew that Zoe was watching too. I'd called the play Zoe's Song, but it wasn't about Zoe, not really. The Zoe in the play was thirteen and had a death sentence hanging over her head, but the resemblance ended there. The play's Zoe was an eighth grader, she hadn't skipped ahead, and she didn't go to school. She home schooled on her computer as her mom tried to protect her from the world. David was a freshman who lived three houses away. He was a bit of a geek, not popular but not unpopular. Kind of an every-kid. In act one, they met in a chat room on the internet, not knowing they lived in the same town, let alone on the same block. We'd made a set that had two bedrooms, Zoe's and David's, separated by a big machine with flashing lights that was supposed to represent a server or the internet in general. We'd set it up so that we could light one or both bedrooms, depending on who the scene focused on. It was kind of amateurish, but hey, we were amateurs. Traci and Peter, playing Zoe and David chatted back and forth, talking their words as they typed, occasionally interrupted by others: Zoe's mom and dad or her doctor, David's mom and sister or his girlfriend Crystal. The first song was called Chatting, and Sally had written the lyrics a few days after we started rehearsals to a song her brother had written a couple years before. In it, Traci and Peter sang about chatting with a new friend, while Robbie and I, as Zoe's parents and Darlene as David's mom, sang a counterpoint about kids and the internet. The second song was Traci's alone. It was called Living to Die and Dying to Love, and it sort kinda maybe almost worked. I'd written the lyrics and Sally did the music, and we all agreed that it was just a little too saccharine, but none of us knew how to fix it. In the second act we'd taken out one of Peter's songs in favor of Chatting in the first act, so the next song was Traci's. She sang Too Many Feelings as her character tried to sort out her feelings from finally meeting David. As she finished, Peter echoed the last chorus. David started sneaking over to see Zoe, and Robbie sang A Mother's Heart after catching them together and kicking him out. In the last act Zoe and David got closer, with him sneaking to her room every chance he got. Peter got to sing A Little Bit Dangerous. Then Traci snuck out once just before her death scene. Robbie sang Too Soon as Tami pulled a sheet over Traci's face. The final scene was in Zoe's empty bedroom where David and his family came to pay their final respects to Zoe's mom and dad. "She'd still be alive if you hadn't interfered," Robbie accused. "My baby would be alive, she'd be here. We'd be here." Peter dropped his head for a long pause, and I held my breath, waiting. Susie's hand found his and squeezed, and I heard some "Ahhhhs" from the audience. I let out my breath. They'd gotten it. Suzie's character, David's little sister, had been a total brat to him during the entire play, but now gave him just the support he needed. Peter lifted his head and looked at Robbie. "But she wasn't alive. She was existing. She was surviving. She wasn't living." "How dare you!" Robbie thundered. "I dare because I cared for her. I loved her. I know you loved her, too, and tried to help her, tried to keep her alive. But to live you have to have something to live for besides just drawing your next breath and listening to your next heartbeat. I hope I gave her that." "I..." Peter stepped forward and took both of Robbie's hands. "You loved her, and that was important. You did the best you could in an impossible situation. You were her mom when she needed you most." Robbie sank back on Zoe's bed and cried. Peter sat beside her, his arm around her. They appeared to keep talking as the lights on that set slowly dimmed. I'd slipped out of the scene and over to the set for David's bedroom. A single pale blue spot hit me as I sang Zoe's Song. I felt a tear in the corner of my eye and it rolled down my cheek. A tear that wasn't fake or make-up, 'cause I wasn't singing to the audience... I was singing to her. "So it was good for you too?" I asked Robbie with a leer when she released me. "It wasn't just good, it was right." I smiled. From Robbie that was about as good as it got. When the play finished we'd both been too busy with the meet-and-greet thing to talk. "But I noticed you kept the best song for yourself." "I did?" I said, mustering as much innocence as I could. Robbie's fist hit me in the arm at the same time as Tami slapped the top of my head, and I wondered for the millionth time if girls were worth the trouble. Chapter 40 "I don't think Wasay is happy with you." "Huh?" I looked up from my table of photographs. "Wa-say?" Tami sat down, picking up one of the photos. "The W-S-A-A, Wasay" I grinned, picked up two more pictures, and compared them. It was second period journalism, and Mr. Walker had me picking out pictures for a two-page photo spread on the plays for next week's paper. "And why would Wasay be unhappy with me?" "North Lincoln didn't show up for volleyball at Lake yesterday." "And this is my fault?" "Pretty much. That makes two teams that haven't shown up for volleyball with Lake: North Lincoln and us. And one that didn't come for cross country. You're playing havoc with some carefully calculated schedules." "It's probably going to get worse before it gets better," Mr. Walker said as he looked down at my cluttered table. "Why?" Tami asked. I picked up two more pictures. "One of the Lake school board members gave an interview in the Seattle Times yesterday." "What'd he say?" I asked, discarding a picture of me in favor of one with Peter and Traci. "Pretty much that kids have no business judging an adult's actions." I raised my hand in the air and started waving it around while making small grunting noises. "Yes, Tony?" Mr. Walker said with a small sigh. "Can I request an assignment?" I asked eagerly. "What?" "I want to cover districts for swimming." "Huh?" Mr. Walker looked confused. Tami got it before he did. "No way. I'll cover districts. Tony can come along and take pictures." "Oh, God," he groaned and turned toward his desk. Tami and I grinned at each other, then she gave me a small kiss, and I went back to my pictures. I wondered if no one else showed up for the district meet if Lake won automatically, since they were the host team. "... HIGH SCHOOL WELCOMES YOU TO THE FIRST ROUND OF THE 2005 WASHINGTON STATE FOOTBALL PLAY-OFFS." Luke's voice boomed from the speakers. The two teams were milling just outside the gate to the field. Robbie and I had gone over to chat, but I think they thought it was a trap, 'cause they mostly ignored us. "FROM WALLA WALLA HIGH SCHOOL, THE BLUE DEVILS." The other team yelled and started sprinting onto the field. The stands were completely packed, and about a third of them stood and started yelling and clapping. The Devils circled the field once, then formed up in the south end zone and started some spirited jumping jacks. "AND THE HOST TEAM..." The rest was drowned out as the remainder of the crowd jumped to their feet and yelled. I lifted my arm up and circled my finger three times, then pointed at the field. We yelled and started jogging. We didn't circle the field, we just jogged to the opposite end zone and started our own warm-ups. "... SHOULD BE A HELL OF A MATCH-UP." I wondered how much trouble Luke was going to catch for that slip of the tongue. "THE BLUE DEVILS ARE SEVEN AND ONE AFTER ONE OF THEIR BEST SEASONS IN YEARS. THE REBELS ARE ALSO SEVEN AND ONE IF YOU COUNT LAKE HIGH SCHOOL, BUT NOBODY DOES." The crowd laughed and clapped. Both teams finished their warm-ups and jogged toward their sidelines. I clapped Robbie on the back. "Ready for this?" She grinned. I knew she was thinking, 'Born ready, ' but she just nodded. Robbie was born for this. For the first time I wondered what the future held for her. I mean, Tami was a journalist and I was a coach. It might as well be etched in stone. But Robbie... I grinned back, saving her future for another time. "Captains!" the coach yelled, and we started walking toward the fifty yard line. "Looks like we're outnumbered," I commented, noticing that Walla Walla was sending out three captains. "No sweat. You take the little one and I'll get the other two." We shook hands, all three of the Blue Devil captains giving Robbie a big smile as they touched. I got nothing. The ref flipped an over-sized coin, and one of the Devils called it in the air. "Heads." And heads it was when it stopped on the grass. "We'll receive." Robbie and I nodded, then turned and trotted back to our sideline. Mark kicked off, and the Devils brought if back to their thirty-four. Then on the first play Robbie slipped though the line and sacked the quarterback before he knew what was happening. That'll teach them not to chat with us. The next play it looked like every Devil on and off the field was watching Robbie, and their line stopped her cold. I might have been insulted if I wasn't so busy racking up my first sack of the game. On their third play the QB actually got off a pass that Mark tipped away from their receiver. They punted. Our possession was even shorter. Two Mike Reed passes right into Luke's arms and we had six on the board. Another pass, and the score was seven - zip. That must have been their wake-up call, 'cause they got tougher and smarter after that, and the score at the half was still seven nothing. Coming back from halftime, Robbie took over at quarterback while I stayed on defense. She and Luke were so in sync it was almost scary. It seemed like she'd toss the ball to an empty piece of field and Luke would be there. The score at the final gun was twenty-seven nothing. As chaos enveloped the field a dozen reporters surrounded Luke, Mike and Robbie. Nobody wanted to talk to me about my seven sacks, but I felt too good about our win to be annoyed. Besides, right now those three were the stars, they'd get to me soon enough. Robbie and Tami were waiting by the door to the training room as I came out of the lockers. "Ladies," I acknowledged. "So, you and Mark going to meet us at the Three Blondes for a snack? Or are you planning to find a dark spot to take advantage of his innocent body." Robbie blushed, which surprised me. I'd certainly said worse to her. "Robbie's going to dinner with Cody at the Holiday Inn," Tami explained. "Cody?" I asked a little sharper than I should have. "What about Mark." "Mark's a nice guy, but..." Robbie didn't meet my eyes while she answered. Tami slipped her arm around me and her hand into my back pocket. I glanced at her, and her eyes warned me that not only was I on thin ice, but there were sharks in the water below. I reminded myself that Robbie was a big girl and nodded slightly at Tam. "Would you two stop telepathing back and forth?" Robbie said in annoyance. I grinned. "Why don't you bring Cody to the Blondes. Food's half the price and usually better." I was thinking about the twenty ounce prime rib I was going to devour for my snack. "First date," Tami said before Robbie could answer. I understood and nodded. First dates were hard enough without being in a group where you were the outsider. "I withdraw the offer." Robbie smiled a thank you, picked up her equipment bag, and headed for the stairs. "So what do you think?" Tami asked as I shifted my own bag that I'd been holding. "I think Robbie's my friend, and I want her to be happy. If Cody makes her happy..." Tami smiled. "Now that you've been politically correct, what do you think?" "You know that feeling I used to get in the pit of my stomach when Parker would come up behind me and say 'Mr. Sims'?" Tami nodded. "I don't feel that good about this."

The Courier by EC Chapter 25 - The Equinox Two days after her release from the Royal Residence, Maria Elena returned to her job at the university. There was plenty of work for her because the leaves of all the trees on campus had started to turn and already the grass needed constant raking. Criminal # 101025 knelt in front of the university gardeners and was promptly issued a rake. With no further ceremony she stood up, walked to a section of lawn near the campus administration building, and began gathering fallen leaves. Her supervisor had told her that would be her primary concern for the next month, raking as much as possible during her working hours. Once the leaves from their sections were gathered, Maria Elena and her co-workers had to dump them into specially-built wagons and later move them to an enormous compost pile located next to the university's agriculture department. In Danubia it was illegal to burn leaves or any other organic matter. Leaves had to be buried back into the soil or transported to collection sites. At the height of autumn, many criminals, especially ones who had spent the summer working outside, were ordered to help collect and transport leaves and garden debris from public parks and also from the yards and gardens of pensioners and other people who were able to gather up the leaves, but not strong enough to transport them. To add to the effort, the Danubian Church handed over many of the people performing Public Penance, which that year included Cecilia and Jason. For several weeks the couple joined a group of 20 other university students who were performing Public Penance. They wandered around the neighborhood outside the university with their shovels and wagons, taking away the garden debris of older residents and hauling it to the compost pile. The work was dirty and hard, but because they were collared servants they had to do what they were told. ***** Cecilia's transition to performing Public Penance turned out to be psychologically difficult. She knew that she had to be extremely careful to adhere to correct protocol at all times, because everyone was watching her. One important detail that set her apart from hundreds of other people performing Public Penance was her dark skin. It was obvious she was not Danubian, but she was performing a deeply Danubian ritual. She became the focus of much curiosity and people paid much closer attention to her than they would have paid to any Danubian under the same circumstances. Cecilia was much accustomed to being in charge, but her collar took away that perceived authority. In class, for example, she had to get out of her seat and kneel whenever she was called upon to answer a question. She had to assume the correct posture, which meant getting on her knees, extending her hands out in front of her, spreading her legs, and arching her back to completely expose her vulva to anyone standing or sitting behind her. By Wednesday afternoon, all of her classmates had seen her in the posture of Penance, which meant that everyone she knew had seen her vagina and anus fully exposed. She had one professor in particular who seemed to delight in her predicament. He called on her continuously and instructed her to come to the front of the class before kneeling and answering so that everyone could see her. He was strict and picky about how she positioned herself and did not let her return to her seat until she had assumed the "proper" pose for several minutes. Cecilia knew that she did not have the right to complain, because the entire purpose of Public Penance was to experience humility. Being forced to expose herself changed her personality. Much of her self-confidence had vanished with her clothing. She dropped her bossy abrasive manner of treating people and became more reserved and shy. Jason had told her that eventually her self-confidence would return, but once it did return it would be a different type of confidence and much more profound. During the first few days of wandering around the campus in the nude and exposing herself to everyone she knew; she didn't see how that would be possible. As Cecilia had foreseen, Jason took a leading role in her life. She quietly followed him around Danubikt Moskt, watching him and copying whatever he was doing at the moment. She wouldn't have wanted to admit it, but whenever she was not in his presence she felt uneasy, to the point of feeling unprotected and afraid. She needed to be with him as much as possible. She had always felt that need, ever since she met him, but she had managed to keep that need in her subconscious thoughts. With the collar on her neck she no longer could hide behind her authoritative position or her abrasive personality to conceal her underlying fear of being without her fiance. She would not be able to live without Jason, and for the first time in her life could openly admit that, both to him and to herself. Up until she began performing Penance, Cecilia only had a vague idea about what her fiance did with the Church, since he was not one to push his beliefs on her or anyone else. Now that she wore a collar, the Clergy expected her to understand why what she was doing was spiritually significant. It turned out that Jason knew all about Church teachings and was able to explain them. He was well advanced in his theological training, whereas she knew absolutely nothing. He had memorized a large portion of the Texts of the Ancients, knew the parts of the Judeo-Christian Bible that were relevant to the Danubian Church, and could sing Danubian hymns in their original language. She would have to rely on him to catch up and not look like a total fool in front of the Priestess. One of the first things he had to teach her was correct prayer protocol, since she didn't even know that. Even though Cecilia was wearing a Penance collar, officially she was classified as a criminal. Because she was collared, she had a custodian and an owner. Many places in Danubikt Moskt that previously had been open to her now were off-limits. There were clubs and restaurants that she had been able to go to with her students or with professors that would no longer welcome her. She reluctantly acknowledged that her place in society had changed; that there was no point in thinking she could possibly be the same person or lead the same life she had led before she visited the Temple. Cecilia's feelings about the Socrates Club changed along with how she felt about herself. She had been going to the criminals' hangout throughout the entire time she had been in Danubia, but always as a guest of Jason or Kim. She could not be a member because she was not collared, thus whenever she was there she felt like an intruder. The reason she really went was because the club was the only place in Danubikt Moskt where it was possible for her to make love with Jason. On Friday afternoon Cecilia Sanchez filled out a membership card to formally join the Socrates Club. An assistant manager interviewed her to make sure she understood the club's rules and her own role within Danubikt Moskt's criminal society. The Socrates Club, which previously had been a place where she felt like an intruder, had become a place of refuge, a place where she was accepted and where she belonged. That night Cecilia took her place at the microphone on the stage of the club. In accented Danubian she recited her own life, from her experiences growing up, to her studies in Chicago, to her flight to Danubia, and finally her current transformation. She concluded with: "I don't know if I will be performing Penance for the rest of my life or not. Maybe I have a future, or maybe I have nothing ahead of me except the endless present, the reality of the collar on my neck, until my soul separates from my body. I guess that is something the Creator doesn't want me to think about, so I'll try not to think about it." She looked at her fiance, took a breath, and continued: "Now that I am performing Penance, I know that the only thing people will see about me is my collar. The collar and my nakedness have become my identity to the world. The Creator has forced me to understand that I can't think of myself as a university program director any more. I have to accept that my job is not who I am; it's only what I do. I guess... I suppose... after four years of living in Danubia, I still have to figure out who I really am." Cecilia left the stage, returned to her table, and cuddled in Jason's arms. ***** While Jason and Cecilia were sitting at the table, she couldn't resist doing what she always liked to do, massage his penis and work him into an erection. Slowly she rubbed his thighs and gently touched his testicles before circling her fingertip around the end of his penis. It did not take much to make him hard. As usual, they left the table and slipped out of the main dining area of the club through a small door on the back wall. As usual, she led him upstairs with her hand fimly gripping his shaft. As soon as they were in the room, their normal sex routine changed. Cecilia was in a relatively quiet mood, so instead of straddling Jason, she got on her elbows and knees on the bed and presented her backside to him. He held off on the temptation to enter her right away to concentrate on touching and massaging her widely spread bottom. He gently touched her vulva and teased her clitoris, making her desperate. She arched her back even more, frantic for him to enter her. He continued rubbing her bottom and teasing her, but made no move to actually push inside. He was desperate himself, but he held back because Cecilia needed to be taught a lesson. She was collared, and thus not in a position to give him orders. "Oh Jason... Oh please... Ohhhhh." He surprised her by saying: "You need to wait. Don't be so impatient about everything." Finally he did decide to push inside her, not because she was desperate, but because he could not hold off any longer. As he thrust and she moaned with pleasure, he silently berated himself for not having more control over his own body. He pushed into her as hard and as deeply as he could, climaxing, but staying inside as long as he could to make sure she had the orgasm she wanted. After they were finished he would have a big surprise for her. Exhausted, they cuddled for a bit. Cecilia dried off her lover's penis and began to play with it. She normally would have started telling him what a naughty boy he was and that he needed a good spanking, but that night he did not give her the chance to start up with that. He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. He grabbed her wrist. "You need to get over my lap." "What?" "You're collared, Cecilia. That means some things in our lives are gonna have to change, and that includes what we do in here. Now, I'm telling you again, you need to get over my lap." Reluctantly Cecilia obeyed, moving across Jason's lap. With his fingertips he pushed her legs apart and made her position herself so that her bottom was tilted upwards and properly presented. He began massaging her bottom-cheeks. When she started to respond, he reached between her legs and gently touched her vulva. She was becoming aroused again. Abruptly he stopped. "We need to get something straight. As long as you have that collar on, I am the one who'll decide when you cum. I will decide when I think you deserve to have an orgasm. You need to turn that part of your life over to me. If you really need it, it's OK to ask, but don't expect me to always say 'yes'. Do you understand?" Shocked by her fiance's sudden transformation, Cecilia silently nodded. Jason landed a sharp slap on her bottom. She squealed. "Look, how many times have you told me that nodding is rude? You've always told me to say 'yes, Cecilia' and 'no, Cecilia'. Now it's my turn. I expect the same standard of behavior out of you that you expect out of me." He landed a second hard slap on her bottom. "Do you understand?" "I... yes... yes, Jason." "There's another thing. I've given this some thought, and I've had to make another decision about things between us. As long as you wear that collar, you can't spank me. I'm the one who will have to spank. You have to agree to that, because you need to understand that humility is not just for when you're out on the street. Your collar requires that you exercise humility with me too." Cecilia thought for a second, still terrified at what was happening. "Jason, please... can I sit up so we can talk about this?" "No, not right now. I'll tell you when you can sit up." "But... you're collared too. You don't have no right to tell me... " "Yes, I'm collared, and I've been collared for four years. That means I have four years of training over you. Do you really think you know more than me?" "I guess not... " "I guess not also. This is something you'll have to do. I know that for a fact. You have to do it." Still shocked by Jason's authoritative voice and his certainty that he knew what he was doing, Cecilia said nothing more. She lay quietly, waiting for whatever it was that he was going to do to her. He could feel her trembling slightly. She was scared, not only of the painful experience she knew she was about to endure, but also because the last remnant of her authoritative fa�ade had been surrendered along with her clothing. They had changed places, because only a week before it had been Jason lying across Cecilia's lap. She was vulnerable, realizing that her only choice was to obey Jason. Obeying him had never been her intention, and yet, that was what she would have to do. He massaged her bottom, relishing the feel of her soft, warm, dark skin. Finally he rested his hand on her right bottom-cheek. "I love you. You're the only woman I'll ever love." "I'm yours, Jason... I'll prove it... " There was nothing more either needed to say. Cecilia would have to feel what it was to be spanked... not spanked erotically, but to be spanked severely, to the point of tears and beyond. Jason started with moderate slaps, hitting her on alternate bottom cheeks. He was in no hurry, so he let several seconds go by between each slap. He sensuously massaged her bottom between slaps and occasionally touched between her legs to tease her vulva. He was strict about her staying still and quiet. If she moved or tried to put her legs together he gave her a warning pinch on her labia. Nothing more was said, but Jason paused after he had spanked Cecilia for about 15 minutes. Her bottom stung, but not too badly. In fact it felt hot, and had Jason wanted to, he could have easily aroused his fiance. However, arousal was not the reason he had Cecilia over his lap. In the interim while he allowed her to rest, she knew that what she had just endured was only a warm-up. Within a few minutes Jason would be slapping her hard. She was desperate to have the waiting come to an end, but also desperately scared of what was about to happen. Jason positioned her with his fingertips and massaged her bottom one final time. Then he slapped her with real force. She squealed, but dared not move. SLAP-SLAP!... SLAP-SLAP!... SLAP-SLAP!... Jason was spanking Cecilia with quick double-slaps, one on each side of her bottom. She knew that he worked out and continued to be an excellent runner, but she did not realize how strong he was until she felt his hand on her bottom: over and over, with no hint that the punishment would end any time soon. Finally she was able to surrender herself and cry. Through the haze of her pain, she vaguely hoped that her fiance would stop as soon as tears started falling, but the spanking continued uninterrupted. Once her body was heaving with sobs, Jason slowed down, but struck her with a hard slap about every 15 seconds. Cecilia was crying uncontrollably when Jason finally stopped. He placed a reassuring hand on her back and gently rubbed her sore bottom. Finally he told her to stand up and to lie on the bed. He gently stroked her back while she cried herself to sleep. In a quiet voice he said something to her, although because she was asleep she couldn't hear him. He really was saying to himself: "You're mine, Cecilia. You'll prove yourself to me, just like I had to do for you. That is our Path in Life, for both of us." He kissed her swollen bottom and lay beside her to go to sleep. ***** By the third week of September, signs of the impending change of seasons dominated the Danubian landscape. Already the trees were turning color, the nights were becoming longer and colder, school children were settling into their routines, and the countryside was busy with the first part of the harvest. The Fall Equinox was rapidly approaching, which meant the nation was beginning its descent into the darkness and cold of winter. Along with the Fall Equinox would be the most important religious holiday of the Danubian calendar, the Day of the Dead. Cecilia spent several days teaching Maria Elena about preparing for the ceremonies. The most important part of the preparation was special food. Blood-red fruit punch and blood-red sauce had to be prepared, along with black noodles and potato pastries shaped like skulls. The food was unique for the Equinox, because protocol prohibited any recipes eaten during the Day of the Dead from being eaten at any other time of the year. Also, any prepared dishes eaten during the Day of the Dead could not be purchased for money; therefore each household was responsible for preparing its own food. Four years before, Victor's wife and Tiffany had taught Cecilia how to prepare the Day of the Dead dishes; now it was Cecilia's turn to teach Maria Elena. She invited Carmen and several other students from the exchange program who were performing Penance, so for several days Victor's kitchen was full of naked women learning first hand about the most Danubian tradition of all. When Carmen noted that the pots of blood-red juice and sauce looked like something from a horror movie, Cecilia commented: "This is only the beginning. We're all gonna be marching this year, and when we do, you'll really get to have the death experience." ***** On the morning before the Equinox, the women packaged up the food they had prepared to take it to the Church that was located on the university campus. They had not prepared the food for themselves, but for the Church to distribute to marchers and worshipers over the next two nights. Because Cecilia, Maria Elena, and Victor all were collared, no adults in the household would remain to have dinner. Pedro would have to spend the holiday with Spokeswoman Kimberly Lee-Dolkivna, who also had to take care of the sons of Vladik Dukov and his wife Tiffany. The women were joined by the other students from the group of 13 who had taken collars to protest Maria Elena's trial, along with Victor, Jason, Kim's sister Cynthia and her husband, and a couple of Jason's friends from his Church group. The group carried the food over to the university and dropped it off at the Church. There were over 20 people present, so one of the Priests came outside to give them a short service and blessing. From there they boarded a trolley and traveled downtown to the Plaza of the Ancients, where thousands of naked criminals and Church penitents already had gathered. Maria Elena was surprised that the square was quiet, because she would have expected that such a large crowd would be making more noise. However, the collared subjects understood that they were about to perform a important service for the Church and the Danubian nation, something that all of them took seriously. The tradition went back 3,000 years, to the beginning of Danubia. The weight of those three millennia fell heavily upon both the marchers and the Clergy members as they prepared for the ceremony. Clergy members and Temple attendants spread out around the plaza with buckets of white and back body-paint. Other Clergy members pulled tarps off huge piles of wooden torches that had been deposited at foot of the steps of the Temple. Behind the torches were piles of arm-slings and basins full of oil were lined up at the top of the stairs. There was a religious service on the plaza and an explanation of the significance of the Day of the Dead for those who were marching for the first time. Maria Elena was pleased that her comprehension of Danubian was good enough that she actually understood a lot of what Grand Prophet # 4 was saying. Following the ceremony and several hymns, the Grand Prophet picked up an unlit torch and a sling. He called a naked young woman to step forward and stand next to him. Maria Elena's heart skipped a beat, because the young woman was Grand Duchess Anyia. At first fear and hatred rose up in the Colombian, but then she took a closer look at Anyia's face. She could tell that Anyia had changed, because all of the arrogance, greed, and cruelty that had been part of the Grand Duchess's expression had vanished. She was a totally different person, quietly and shyly doing what she was told to do. Grand Prophet # 4 told Anyia to kneel in front of him, which she quickly did. She assumed the proper position, with her arms extended in front of her, her forehead touching the ground, her knees spread, and her back arched to properly display her vulva and sphincter. She had knelt facing the Grand Prophet, so her body was lewdly displayed to everyone standing in the Plaza. The Grand Prophet told Anyia to stand up and face the crowd. He handed her the sling, which she placed over her shoulder. He then handed her the torch, which she put into the sling. The Prophet explained how best to carry the torch to avoid muscle fatigue in the arms or back cramps while Anyia demonstrated. When the Prophet explained how not to carry the torch, Anyia demonstrated the incorrect holds as well. The Prophet explained how to light the torch and how to quickly put it out if necessary, with Anyia continuing her demonstration. Once Anyia's task was over, she set the torch down and resumed her kneeling position in front of the Grand Prophet. As she watched Anyia's performance on the steps of the Temple of the Ancients, Criminal # 101025 realized that she had something to be grateful for. She was ordinary: an ordinary criminal leading an ordinary life. No one would pay any special attention to her apart from Victor and her university friends. No television cameras would follow her; no commentators would have anything to say about her; no fans would worry about what she was doing and try to imitate her. Her anonymity was something for which she could give thanks to the Saints, or in this country, to the Ancients, as they were called. She would not have exchanged places with Anyia for anything. Maria Elena understood that there was no point in hating the Grand Duchess, because there was nothing left to hate. Anyia now was nothing more than a possession of the Church, just as Maria Elena was an asset belonging to the Ministry of Justice. Anyia's life was no longer her own: she had to rise, or kneel, or pose for a demonstration on the orders of the Clergy. In fact, in a way Maria Elena now felt sorry for Anyia, because of her notoriety. She felt that the Church, in its triumph over the Grand Duchess, was parading her in front of the public, making sure the world understood she lost her authority and now was nothing more than living property. Maria Elena realized that, for herself, the fall in her life was not nearly as significant... really, how much worse was it to be a collared criminal than a drug courier? But... for the Duchess... The Grand Prophet was not finished using the Grand Duchess as a demonstration prop. He ordered her to rise and again to face the crowd. He explained the significance of the body paint that everyone in the march would have to wear. Meanwhile two Priests quickly covered Anyia's body and face with white paint. One of the Priests highlighted her with black details, which totally transformed her appearance and made her look ghoulish. Over the next hour everyone in the Plaza would undergo the same transformation. Anyia knelt upright facing the Plaza while she waited for her fellow marchers to be painted and to get ready for a night of walking. While Anyia knelt in silence, the Clergy members organized the Plaza crowd into several lines. The body paint came first, then the torches and the slings, and finally fire for the torches. While the marchers were being painted, Church bells rang across the city to announce the beginning of the first evening of mourning and repentance. After Maria Elena's friends and Victor were painted, she was frightened by how different they looked. It seemed that there was something more to their transformation than just a crude paint job. She took a deep breath as she felt the cold wet paint cover her body, because she was beginning to feel apprehensive. The low, sad pitch of the church bells certainly did not help her mood: unlike the higher-pitched ringing of church bells in Latin America, there was nothing cheerful about the sound of Danubian bells. The sun set; and the bells suddenly stopped. The city fell into complete silence; it was so quiet that Maria Elena could hear the breathing of everyone around her and the hiss of the blood flowing though her own ears. The silence overwhelmed her. The Grand Prophet handed a torch to Anyia. The Grand Duchess walked along the row of basins to light the oil. She let out an ear-piercing whistle to let everyone know that the march was beginning. The marchers closest to the Temple approached the steps, picked up torches and slings, lit their torches in the oil, and passed through the main Temple. On the other side of the building they separated into two lines, one going north and the other going south. Maria Elena followed Carmen and the other norteamericanos up the steps, her thoughts still on Anyia. She dipped her torch into the burning oil and then glanced over to see that Anyia was still standing next to the Grand Prophet. Anyia would march, but because she was by herself she would have to trail along behind the Clergy members. Maria Elena felt ever-increasing sympathy for her former nemesis; not only was the Duchess a public spectacle, but she had come to the Temple alone and her only companionship over the next two days would be the Clergy. Maria Elena's line of marchers plunged into the darkness of the forest behind the Temple. The night was overcast and pitch-black, so all she could see was the line of torches stretching out ahead of her and the light from her own torch reflected off Carmen's painted back. At first the foliage from the forest obscured the dots of fire stretching off into the distance and the Columbian could see only a few torches ahead of her. However, eventually the marchers emerged onto the river beach and climbed up onto the main street heading north. The line of lighted dots extended as far as she could see... seemingly into infinity. Maria Elena became aware that the marchers were not alone. Huddled on either side of the road were crowds of silent Danubia civilians, all wearing black prayer robes. The worshipers had covered their heads and were barely visible in the dim light. More than anything they looked like a sea of lost souls, shrouded ghosts in the Realm of the Dead. At that point Maria Elena experienced a feeling that nearly everyone in the march experienced; a sensation of leaving the Realm of the Living. The line of burning dots extending into the darkness, the pitch black of the night, and the shrouded figures that did not seem human all gave her the sensation she no longer was alive. ***** Whether or not she was still alive, Maria Elena realized one thing; she no longer was in Danubia. She was in Pereira, back in Colombia. She had never left Colombia, because she had never broken up with Jose Pablo. They were both at the university, and when they were not in class they were hanging out with their friends. It was a good life they had, one full of promise. Each got along just fine with the other's family. Drug trafficking was something that she heard about on the news, but not something she had any experience with first hand. And Jose Pablo... not dead, not dead at all. He had never joined the Colombian Army, and was nowhere close to that platoon when it was ambushed. She saw, in vivid detail, what her life would have been like had she done just two things differently the year before. Maria Elena was still on campus when a young woman came up to her and slapped her hard across the face, knocking her down. She looked up to see herself, the self of the alternate reality, the self who was well-dressed and leading a happy productive life. "Why did you do this to us? Why? You killed me, you killed the man we both loved, and you killed yourself! Why?" "I don't know... " With that, Pereira faded into darkness. Maria Elena spent the rest of the night badly shaken by that... dream... or vision... or whatever the hell that experience was. Anyhow, she no longer had to guess how her life would have been had she not wasted it; she now knew for certain. Chapter 26 - Maria Elena's Path in Life The march continued into the countryside as the route left Danubikt Moskt and circled around to the east. There were rest breaks to exchange used torches for new ones, to use the latrine, and to drink fruit punch. The punch stained the marchers' lips blood red, and many of the men dribbled punch down their chests to give the appearance of having blood running down their bodies. Finally daylight came. As the sky lightened in the east, Maria Elena could see the distant torches from the other group of marchers approaching from the opposite direction. The collared servants gathered at a large camp where they would spend the day resting and getting ready for the second night's journey back into the city. Jason Schmidt called the students together to explain what would happen throughout the rest of the day; that the group needed to eat and then sleep on cots that had been brought in by the Danubian Army. Towards sunset there would be a Church service and touching up of the body paint before the marchers resumed their trek, which would return them to the Temple of the Ancients by sunrise the next morning. He gave the students a quick lesson and some trivia about the Danubian Church and the Day of the Dead, ending by teaching the group a simple hymn. Everyone noted that he talked naturally, with no arrogance whatsoever, but in a manner that compelled his listeners to pay attention to what he had to say. A few minutes later the others went into one of the tents to find cots, while Cecilia and Maria Elena stayed outside. They walked to the edge of the camp, appreciating the total silence of the countryside. Finally they broke the quiet by talking about the march. Cecilia abruptly changed the topic: "I think this is the last time we're gonna be doing this. The march, I mean. It's gonna be our last Day of the Dead in Danubia." Maria Elena glanced over at Cecilia's painted face. Noting the surprise in her companion's eyes, Cecilia continued: "Jason was kinda depressed this morning when we finished walking. I asked him what's wrong, and he told me that he knew where we were gonna be next year. We're gonna be back in Chicago. By the next Fall Equinox we're gonna be home." "And he's upset about that?" "Yeah, real upset, 'cause he doesn't wanna leave Danubia. He was kinda hoping that we'd stay here, but... I guess he got this dream telling him it wasn't gonna be that way... that we're gonna have to go back to the US." "Did he tell you why?" "Yeah. He said we've got a lot we have to accomplish in our lives, but in Danubia we've done what we need to do, so there isn't any point in us staying past next summer. He told me that's when we're gonna have to go back, next summer." "What about your collar?" "It stays on until we leave. He told me that whenever the Priestess tells me it's time to take it off, he'll buy airplane tickets. I asked him, 'but what about Mega-Town?', and he said a year from now they won't give a shit about us no more. There's only a couple of guys on the Board of Directors who still want to get us, and they're gonna be laid-off the next time the company restructures. When those two go, they'll toss our records and forget about us. He saw all of that: it's in the future, but he already knows what's gonna happen." "What's your thought about all this?" "I've never told this to Jason, but I wanna go back. He's not happy about it, but I am. There's people in Chicago that I miss, who I wanna see again. I mean, there's things here that I'll miss a lot, but this isn't where I wanna spend the rest of my life, and I don't really think Pedro ought to grow up here either." "But, Jason's OK with it?" "No, but he's the one who told me that it's our Path in Life to go back. He's not happy about it at all, but he says it's the will of the Creator... " Cecilia flashed a sarcastic smile under her face paint: "... and I'm not gonna argue with the Creator." Maria Elena pondered the pending change in the lives of Cecilia, her fiance, and her nephew. She realized that the departure of Cecilia and Pedro would leave her alone in the house with Victor. "I'm wondering something. Do you think... maybe part of the reason I came here was so you could leave? I mean... you were taking care of Victor, and now I'm going to replace you. I'm the one who'll be running the house... " "You'll be taking care of Victor, and his household, and you're also gonna have some kids with him. Jason told me he saw that too; you with Victor's kids... and you runnin' Victor's business. Someday that'll be yours also." "But... I don't want to run his business... " "And if you've got kids, just how are you gonna feed 'em? What's gonna happen to the business if you don't take it over? His sons don't want it, 'cause they've got other careers." Before Maria Elena could think of a response, Cecilia added: "You know, after talkin' to Jason, I realized something. Kim's making a mistake by havin' a problem with what you're doin' with Victor. I'm gonna tell her that she needs to lay off, 'cause now I really do think your Path in Life is gonna be with him." The two women stood silent for a few more moments, listening to a cuckoo calling from a nearby tree. "That's one thing about here I'll miss, hearin' those cuckoo birds. We don't have 'em in the States." Cecilia turned towards the tents to re-join the rest of the group: "Let's go. We gotta get some sleep. It's gonna be a long night, and we'll be fucked if we're not rested." "OK... I'll be there in a second. I want to get a drink. Could you hold a cot for me?" "Sure." ***** A few moments later, Maria Elena saw Carmen taking a second helping of fruit punch. As they sat under a tree and sipped their cups, the two women chatted in Spanish. Carmen seemed worried. "I had this dream... I was going to the airport... and I was just like I am now, you know... with nothing on... and my family was getting off the plane... and they were real nervous and embarrassed... because I was totally nude... and I told them I couldn't help it." Maria Elena thought about her own family, who still didn't know what had happened to her. "I wish I could talk to my family... apologize to my mom... but I couldn't face her like I am now. There'd be no way. She'd die from humiliation if she knew what's gone on in my life." "My parents would die too... if they saw me... but the weird thing about my dream was; it was several years from now. My little brother was... a lot older... a teenager... and he's just 11 now. And my mom was fatter and my dad's hair was sort of gray. I mean, in my dream I knew they had to come to Danubia because it'd been such a long time since they'd seen me." Maria Elena thought about the significance of Carmen's vision. "I'm wondering if it means something's going to keep you here. If... maybe you won't be going home next year." "I'm wondering the same thing. I suppose I shouldn't have taken that oath to stay collared as long as Cecilia stays collared. I suppose that'll be what keeps me here." "Was Cecilia in your dream at all?" "No." "That won't be the reason. It won't be because of Cecilia. It'll be something else." Maria Elena was surprised at her own answer, because she was totally confident about what she had just said. There now was at least one detail of her life that she knew with certainty. Carmen would not be returning to the US next summer. ***** Late in the afternoon Maria Elena was woken by the forlorn-sounding bell of a nearby Church. The ringing was accompanied with a series of whistles around the encampment, letting everyone know it was time to get up. She actually felt well-rested after having slept the entire day on a cot. Getting up was followed by a trip to the latrine, a meal, prayers, and having her body paint re-applied. The marchers assembled on the side of the camp facing the main road linking Danubikt Moskt to the eastern provinces. They faced into the sunset, knowing that soon enough the road would be pitch-black and the only light in the entire city would be the fires coming from their own torches. Still shaken from her experience the night before, Maria Elena reluctantly took a torch. She took her place in line behind Carmen and waited for everyone else to take their torches and get ready to move. She felt apprehensive as she watched the first marchers at the front of the two lines light their torches and move forward. The line became longer and longer, until it stretched into the darkness and looked like a fragile bridge of light stretching into the void. Finally the members of Jason's group moved forward. One by one they lit their torches and started walking, plunging forward into the darkness. ***** Several hours went by and Maria Elena could tell that her group had been walking through Danubikt Moskt for a while. The buildings were totally dark, but she could make out street signs and trolley stops reflecting the dim light given off by the torches. She also could feel the presence of thousands of black-clad civilians, even though the worshipers were absolutely silent as they knelt and prayed in the darkness. She began to wonder if she would be spared any further visions. As curious as she might have been to know what the Creator would want to reveal, she knew that anything she would see that night would be unpleasant, to say the least. Eventually she realized that she was looking at white powder, a dry sea of cocaine that extended in every direction as far as she could see. It fell like snow and blew in drifts like sand in the desert. She saw nothing but endless powder in the pitch black night; nothing but black above and white below, stretching out to the horizon. She saw pellets, similar to the ones she had swallowed in Panama before boarding the fight for Frankfurt. The pellets where not clean at all: they were soaked in blood and feces. A knife was cutting away at skin and intestines to expose more pellets, and a gloved hand was picking them out of a horrific mess that had been a young woman just a few minutes before. The most awful detail was that the woman was still somewhat alive. Her handlers had not even bothered to kill her before cutting her open. They counted the pellets to make sure they had them all, before leaving their victim to die alone in a bathtub. Others would come along in an hour or so to dispose of the body. The dying woman was having convulsions as her soul separated from her body. She turned her head towards Maria Elena. She was staring into her own face. She realized she was looking at herself, seeing a different alternate reality from the one she had seen the night before: the death that would have awaited her had she completed her trip to Germany. She wondered why they would have killed her instead of simply letting her expel her pellets, but the fact remained that she now knew with certainty that she would not have survived her trafficking effort. The only reward awaiting her in Germany had been her own death. Maria Elena came back to reality of the black night and the line of torches, barely able to breathe from the fright of her vision. ***** When Maria Elena's senses returned her to the Realm of the Living, already she could tell that morning was approaching. The sky was no longer pitch black. As the marchers continued their journey, more and more of Danubikt Moskt was becoming visible in the increasing light. Church bells began ringing, breaking the dead silence that had shrouded the entire country over the past 36 hours. Minutes later the marchers were crossing the Plaza of the Ancients and retracing their steps through the Temple and the forest park that led to the East Danube River. Following a 3,000-year old tradition, the marchers tossed their torches onto a huge bonfire before stepping into the river to wash off their body paint. The bath was cold and totally unpleasant, but the marchers were obligated to clean themselves as best they could, to wash off Death and return to the Realm of the Living. Before they could return to the Plaza, they had to have the paint completely removed from their bodies and faces. When all of the marchers had disposed of their torches and cleaned-off their paint, they assembled in the Plaza for a final hymn before being released. The Grand Duchess stood in front of a microphone at the top of the steps to lead the singing and to close the ceremony. Her attractive figure contrasted with the black-clad Clergy members surrounding her. Unlike the naked crowd in front of her, the Grand Duchess was not shivering, because she had been treated to a hot bath in the Temple instead of a cold plunge in the river outside. It was a tiny privilege the Clergy had allowed her, but one that put her in a much better mood. The Grand Prophet handed Anyia an announcement to read: that all criminals currently serving sentences had to report to the Central Police Station and talk to their Spokespersons to pick up their winter capes and boots. People serving Public Penance would have to remain at the Temple and write down their names and shoe sizes to be issued winter boots from the Temple. Once she finished the announcement, Anyia quietly stepped away from the microphone to join her husband and her parents, all of whom were wearing black prayer robes. With that the naked crowd began to disperse as the collared criminals drifted towards the Central Police Station to pick up their winter clothing. Jason's friends from his Church group departed, along with Cynthia Lee and her husband. Jason rounded up the students and led them into the Temple, because that morning Penance would end for 12 of them, and also for Victor Dukov. The students gathered in the area were most people began wearing their Temple collars. The fire-pit where people had to toss their clothing was lit and the students were grateful for the heat it put out on that chilly morning. Jason organized the others into two rows and moved to the front with Maria Elena and Victor. Once everyone was properly kneeling, Jason left to summon the Priestess under whom he was training, the one member of the Temple staff who spoke fluent English and who was the most comfortable working with foreigners. The Clergywoman showed up with two Temple attendants carrying prayer robes and a set of keys to unlock the collars. Jason knelt as she took his hands and smiled warmly. A twinge of jealousy rose up in Cecilia, because she knew that the Priestess had been an important part of her fiance's life over the past four years. In a way she considered the Priestess a rival, because she had assumed a central role in her fiance's life as his mentor, a role that years before Cecilia had expected to fill. Jason explained that 12 of the students, along with Victor Dukov, were satisfied that they had pleased the Creator and felt ready to resume their normal lives. The Priestess asked Criminal # 101025 to stand in front of her friends and thank them for the personal sacrifice they had made on her behalf. She was genuinely grateful and made sure the others knew it. After a hymn and a brief prayer, the Priestess asked the students to step forward one by one. She unlocked each collar and handed it to one of the attendants. Once the students were de-collared, the other attendant laid 12 prayer robes at their feet. The students dressed together, with Cecilia and Carmen casting sad, envious glances at those who were resuming their normal lives. Within a couple of hours the others would go home, get properly cleaned up, and go back out dressed in their regular clothing. The Priestess de-collared Merchant Victor Dukov separately. She grabbed his hands and commented: "You see that the Creator answered your prayers and safely returned this young woman to your household. I expect you to spend the rest of your time in the Realm of the Living appreciating what the Creator did for you. I also expect you always to treat Criminal # 101025 with respect and love. Your task is now to teach her what you have learned about life and to assist in her redemption. Take this robe and return to your house." With that Victor put the robe over his head and knelt. The Priestess ended the brief service and abruptly left to attend to other worshipers in the Temple. ***** As soon as the ceremony had ended, the norteamericanos asked their Colombian classmate to accompany them in the Plaza to have some tea, and from there the group would walk to the Central Police Station to watch Maria Elena pick up her Ministry of Justice boots and cape. The students wanted to go with her partly out of curiosity, because the capes were considered an abomination of fashion and were the source of numerous jokes. The students were curious to see an infamous winter cape up close. Criminal # 101025 took her place in line, waiting for Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna to hand her a garment bag. Her reaction was the same as nearly everyone else who had ever picked up winter clothing from the Ministry of Justice. The first thing she pulled out of the bag was a pair of boots, which were the same shade of orange used for road construction warnings. Bright orange boots. That definitely was not a good sign. Sure enough, when Maria Elena opened her garment bag she pulled out the most hideous piece of clothing she had ever laid eyes on. It was a bright orange top that looked something half-way between an army poncho and a cape. It had a hood and a sewn-in wool shirt underneath. There was a yellow stripe running up the middle of the cape and blue reflective strips sewn around the edges. There were several drawstrings to tighten the hood and waist. On the back was a large patch of Velcro. Kim handed Maria Elena a white Velcro patch with # 101025 embroidered in thick black thread. She commented: "You'll need to wear your criminal number attached at all times... that is, IF you want to wear the top. The Ministry will let you wear the boots without the cape during the winter... which is what I always did when I was serving my sentence. If you keep your feet warm and stay moving when you're outdoors it's not so bad. Not bad enough to wear this." The norteamericanos passed the cape around, impressed by what a ghastly-looking item it truly was. Maria Elena, like every other criminal, would avoid wearing it as much as possible, but at least she did have something to put on during cold snaps. ***** That night, Cecilia invited Maria Elena, Victor, and Carmen to accompany her and Jason to the Socrates Club. The night promised to be special, because Kim and her group would present several new songs. As always, the club would be the first to hear the newest music from Socrates' Mistresses; the raw and unrefined versions of songs that later would be recorded and sold throughout Europe. Jason cuddled Cecilia as they were sitting at the table. Cecilia had a nervous look on her face, because her fiance was gently stroking her breasts and thighs. Every so often he traced one of her nipples with a fingertip or reached between her legs. Everyone at the table pretended not to notice. It was strange to see Jason and Cecilia switch roles. For the past four years she had teased him, whispering to him what a naughty boy he was and how much he deserved to be spanked. Now it was his turn to do the exact same thing. He continued to tease her, warning her not to become aroused until he gave her permission. If she dared to disobey him, she would pay for her disobedience with a long spanking. She resisted as best she could, but both of them knew that Cecilia had little control over her own body and her impending punishment was inevitable. Sure enough, she became aroused. He put his finger between her legs and showed her the wetness. He placed the wet finger against her lips, forcing her to lick her own juices. With that he took her upstairs. He carried her to one of the intimacy rooms and laid her on the bed. As always, before spanking her, Jason would make love to her, because there was no point in wasting a good orgasm. For the next year Cecilia would be obedient to Jason, up until the moment her collar came off. Then their relationship would go back to normal and she would return to spanking him every time they made love. After all, nothing aroused Jason Schmidt more than having his bottom warned by Cecilia, especially after he had been a naughty boy. ***** While Jason and Cecilia were gone, Maria Elena noticed one of her fellow ex-Royal servants coming into the Club alone. He was one of Kim's clients, the young missionary from the US who had been sentenced to 10 years for proselytizing a foreign religion. He looked a bit disoriented because it was obvious that he was visiting the Socrates Club for the first time. Maria Elena felt nervous seeing one of her fellow ex-Royal servants in the Club, but she realized that she needed to get past the trauma she had suffered under Anyia. After all, she had only been in Anyia's place for one week, and there were servants who had suffered under her for two years. Maria Elena stood up and greeted the American, and in broken English invited him to sit at her table. The missionary's name was Anthony. He introduced himself and talked a little about his background and his sentence, speaking a mixture of English and Danubian. It turned out that his home was only a few miles from where Carmen's grandparents lived, and that Carmen knew exactly where his former church was located. From that point forward Anthony and Carmen chatted with each other about their lives and places they both had visited. Carmen talked at length about her experience as an exchange student and the reason she had decided to wear a Church collar. Anthony talked about his own experience, first as a convicted criminal and then as a Royal Servant. Prior to his internment in the Royal Residence, his religious convictions had encouraged him to stay aloof from his fellow criminals and therefore he had never visited the Socrates Club. His traumatic experience under the Grand Duchess, the dramatic way it ended, and finally his participation in the Day of the Dead march, convinced him that he needed to accept what he now was, a Danubian collared criminal. He said sadly: "I'm not a missionary anymore. That's something I don't think I'll ever be able to do again... because my faith... it just isn't there... it's totally gone. And, anyhow, everyone points at my collar and calls me by a number... and I've realized... that whatever I was before I got arrested, right now I'm just criminal in this country, no better than a drug user or a burglar." Carmen invited Anthony to dance. They continued to exchange details about their lives as they became more intimate. Then they danced more closely and touched each other's bare bodies. They were attracted to each other; that was something Maria Elena could see clearly as she watched them on the floor. Interesting. Carmen and Anthony had met only because Maria Elena had invited him to sit at their table, and she had invited him simply out of being polite to someone she vaguely knew. And yet, from that simple invitation the lives of Carmen and Anthony would be changed forever. She knew that Carmen would eventually become more serious with Anthony, and he would be the reason she'd end up staying behind in Danubikt Moskt after her classmates left. Her decision to remain collared would be the result of falling in love with someone serving a long sentence, someone who could not leave Danubia, and who she would not be able to leave behind. ***** Socrates' Mistresses completed the presentation of their new songs. Kim asked if there were any requests before the group left the stage. A couple of hands around the room went up, requesting "The wall that divides my soul." It was an old song, but the clientele of the Socrates Club never tired of hearing it. As she listened to her Spokeswoman and her partner Eloisa perform the final song of the evening, Maria Elena cuddled in Victor's arms, knowing that she was indeed where she belonged. Her old life was gone, ruined through her own stupidity, but there was no point in worrying about that. Over time she would learn Danubian and forget Spanish, she would raise Victor's kids and run his business. Every day she would give thanks to the Creator for having given her a second chance, one that she really did not deserve. Maria Elena touched her collar. Yes, the collar marked her as property of the Danubian Ministry of Justice. She knew that she would never again experience freedom in the way that most people understood being free. And yet, at that moment she was happier than she had been at any other time in her troubled existence, because for the first time the world seemed to make sense to her. Her destiny would be to serve her husband, her children, her friends, and her new country. Criminal # 101025 had found her Path in Life, her proper place in the Realm of the Living.

The Sex Slave Program by sexasaurus The Sex Slave Program Part 1 Introduction: What would you do for a million dollars? My heart pounded as I stood in front of the door. Once I walked through there would be no going back, this would be my life for the next two years. I was terrified and excited at the same time. A few weeks into my freshman year of high school I received an email that would change everything. Life was going great for me, but once I clicked on that message it forced me to reevaluate my entire plans. It was always important to me to have a strictly planed out life: I was going to play volleyball throughout my four years of high school, continue making straight A’s throughout school, and my boyfriend Andrew and I were going to attend the University of Florida together. I would most likely receive a volleyball scholarship. Soon before graduating college Andrew would propose to me, and we would get married after about a year. I would have a job as a nurse, and he would be an engineer. We would move to Orlando together and have two kids. That was the plan. That was supposed to happen, and it probably would have if I hadn’t opened that email. But I did. I clicked on it and I had no idea that everything I had ever planned had just been shot to hell. To Miss Jenna Caldwell , Dear Miss Caldwell. I am emailing you because you have been chosen to have the opportunity to take part in a special two year program upon your high school graduation. You may not inform anyone of this program regardless of your decision to participate, as it is highly illegal. Every year we send scouts to high schools across the nation. These scouts are usually posing as military recruits or college professors. Because we are serious about the privacy of our participants we only choose one student per high school, and we are pleased to inform you that you are the student we have chosen. This decision is a very life changing one, which is why we have contacted you so early in your high school career. This way you will have plenty of time to make your decision, and make arrangements to leave for two years. After your two year service is over, you will be rewarded with $500,000. There are ways to increase this amount which we will explain later in this message. Now on to the specifics of what your service will include. You will serve as a live in slave for a certain man during this two year process. These men are incredibly wealthy and must go through a strict screening process before being accepted into the program. This is to ensure your safety. You will have to obey your masters every command whether it is sexually or domestically. You may be punished in any way your master sees fit, as long as it is not life threatening. There are only two ways in which your life may be threatened: If you try to escape during your service, or if you ever inform any unauthorized parties of this program. If, upon your arrival, you are still a virgin, your payment amount will be doubled. If you decide to join us, it will be your responsibility to make arrangements for your two year absence, as you will not be permitted any contact with anyone your master does not approve of. We, however will be able to stage a fake lottery win to explain your sudden increase in money. Jenna, we hope you will seriously consider our proposal. You have until the 5th of September of your senior year to give us an answer. If you do not contact us by then, we will assume that you have declined. If you have any questions please feel free to contact us. “Oh my god” I said, barely whispering. My first instinct was to tell my mom, but then I remembered a line from the email. There are only two ways in which your life may be threatened: If you try to escape during your service, or if you ever inform any unauthorized parties of this program. It didn’t seem like a good idea to cross these people, especially since my life could have been in danger. I just sat there in front of my computer for about ten minutes. This was a million dollars! How could I pass this up? Of course it was only a million if I stayed a virgin, and how could I do that? How the hell is a girl supposed to go through high school without having at least one cock inside her? After only a few seconds of contemplating I picked up my cell phone and called Andrew. “Hey babe. What’s up?” “Andrew we need to talk” “Is everything okay?” Andrew sounded worried. “No. I’m breaking up with you.” “What? Why?” “I just don’t feel like that spark is there anymore.” I was trying so hard not to cry. “Can’t we please just talk about this?” “No we can’t. It will only make things worse. I have to go” He started to say something but I hung up too fast. I didn’t want him to hear me sobbing on the other end. I didn’t want to break up with him. I still loved him, and it broke my heart that he thought I didn’t anymore. But I couldn’t risk losing my virginity to him. I hadn’t made my decision yet, but I wanted to keep my options open. I had however, made the first step to my three year decision. The next day at school, I guess the news that Andrew and I had broken up was already well known throughout the school. Before my lunch period a senior boy named Jeremy Miller asked me to go to that night’s football game with him. I knew that I shouldn’t, but he was like the hottest guy in school. He was so sexy and confident that I wanted to jump him right then in the middle of the hall. Plus he had a nice car. I said yes, I knew it was a mistake but I did it anyway. I knew that Jeremy had sex with plenty of girls and he would definitely try to have sex with me, and it would be damn near impossible to resist. I couldn’t tell my parents that I was going on a date with a senior. They would absolutely flip out. So I told them I was going to the game with my friend Ashley instead. As I was getting ready (I wore a thong, and made sure my bra matched. I knew I was making a mistake while I was putting them on.) I noticed that I had a Facebook message from Andrew. I inhaled deeply and read it: I cant believe ur going out with jeremy miller. We just broke up yesterday!!!! I didn’t respond to the message but I made a promise to myself to write back once I got home. I told my parents that I was going to walk over to Ashley’s house and her mom was going to drive us to the game. In reality, I walked a couple blocks away and waited in front of the Presbyterian Church for Jeremy to pick me up. He was ten minutes late, but for some reason I found that incredibly sexy. I sat down next to him and he eyed me up and down, and I blushed a little. He said “You look nice” but I knew that he wanted to say “I can’t wait to get those pesky clothes off tonight”. This must be what a deer feels like as it stares down a car that will inevitably kill it. We watched the game for about fifteen minutes, and without notice Jeremy grabbed my hand and led me behind the concession stand. There were already five couples making out, but Jeremy motioned for them to leave and they all obeyed. I had no idea how he got people do listen to him like that without saying a word, but it made me want him so bad. He pushed me up against the wall, holding my wrists above my head. He smelled nice, not like the boys in my grade who all wore Axe. He was wearing some kind of sophisticated cologne. I was afraid that once I opened my mouth to kiss him, all of the butterflies in my stomach would fly out. I knew this was a stupid and illogical thought, but I still kept my mouth closed. He leaned forward, I thought he was going to kiss me on the lips, but instead he placed his mouth on my neck and I felt him softly bite. That was the moment that I fell completely out of love with Andrew and I knew I would never respond to his silly little Facebook message. I was so turned on by Jeremy. I lifted my right leg and wrapped it around his waist because I wanted every possible inch of my body to be touching his. After about a minute of the most arousing neck biting possible he finally kissed me. It was amazing. He knew exactly how to move his lips, and he used just the right amount of tongue. Even though he was only kissing my lips, I could feel it all over my body. My hands were still above my head, which made it a lot easier for him to lift my shirt off and toss it aside. I was standing there in my bra. I wanted him to do something but he just stared at my C cup breasts. I think he knew it was driving me crazy that he wasn't doing anything so I pushed my body up against his, making sure my boobs were pressed up against him. I felt him reach behind, grab my bra strap and rip it as hard as he could. I didn't even care that my bra was ruined. I just stepped back and let it fall to the ground. I was topless. He grabbed my boobs. He grabbed them too hard, but I liked it. He sucked on my tits and I rubbed his sexy biceps and kissed his head. After a few minutes he stood straight up and looked me in the eyes. “Get on your knees” He said. I obeyed. I knew what was about to happen. I knew he would take out his cock and I would suck on it. But that isn't what happened. Instead he pushed my head into his crotch with his pants still on. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans against my face. I ran my lips up and down the outline of it. I tried to take it out but he wouldn't let me. “Not yet. Stand back up” I stood up. He caressed my breasts and slowly worked his way down into my pants. He slowly rubbed my pussy, and quickly became ferocious. I knew that he would soon start fingering me, and if he put too many fingers in he would break my hymen. I thought about the half million dollars I could be losing, just because I was horny. “Wait stop!” I said, probably too loud. I pulled his hand out of my pants and said “I have to go” before putting my shirt back on and running away. My shirt was inside out, and it was obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra. It was a few minutes before I found Ashley. Thank god she had decided to come to the game. I begged her to let me ride home with her parents. “Sure” She said. “Why is your shirt inside out?” “I almost had sex with Jeremy Miller” “What? Why didn’t you?” “I don’t know. I guess I was thinking about Andrew.” This wasn’t the case at all. Andrew was old news at this point. But I certainly wasn’t going to tell her the real reason. After I got home, I immediately ran to the kitchen and grabbed a trash bag. “What’s that for?” My Dad asked. “I have to clean my room” I lied, and ran upstairs before he could say another word. Once I got to my room I immediately took of my pants. The thong I was wearing came off and went straight into the trash bag. I opened my underwear drawer and threw away every thong, and anything even remotely sexy. Then I went to the bathroom and threw away all of my razors and shaving cream. If my legs and pussy weren’t shaved, and I didn’t have sexy underwear , then I would be far less inclined to have any sort of sexual relationship with anyone. I climbed in bed and masturbated while I thought about Jeremy: The only sexual experience I would have throughout my entire high school career. I was going to have to do this a lot if I wanted to calm my urges. Over the next few years guys asked me out a lot, but I turned them down every time. Even if they were as hot as Jeremy, there was no way I was going to risk losing my virginity. I wouldn’t admit it to myself but deep down I had already made my choice to become a two year sex slave. I won’t lie, it was hard. There were so many guys who I wanted to go out with but I knew I couldn’t. I exclusively hung out with girls, because every guy who is friends with a hot girl just wants to fuck her. I never went to school dances. I never went to any kind of event that was even remotely designed for romantic interaction. I went from being one of the most popular girls in school to almost a social outcast, but I didn’t care. My eyes were on the bigger prize. I still hadn’t returned their email because I hadn’t fully accepted the fact that I had made my decision. Eventually the date came around. My senior year, September 5th. My heart was racing as I woke up. The first thing I did was get on my computer and log into my email. I scrolled through three years’ worth of accumulated messages until I found the one. I read through it one more time. One million dollars. A lot of girls would kill for the opportunity that I had. I finally replied to their message. My fingers trembling as I typed. I proofread the email four or five times, before I pushed the send button with only a moment of hesitation. I had a long time to think of an excuse for my two year departure, and now was the time to use the best one I had come up with. I went downstairs and sat with my parents who were already eating breakfast. “Mom, Dad. Can I talk to you?” I asked. “Sure honey” My mom replied. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah everything is fine. I just wanted to talk to you about what I wanted to do after graduation” “As long as it involves college” my dad said firmly. “It does” I said. “But not right away. I want to join the Peace Corps. I think it will be really good for me, and after that I can go to college.” “The Peace Corps is a very serious decision” said Mom “and you have to apply a long time in advance.” “I know. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. I applied a while ago and I just got my acceptance email this morning.” I was lying through my teeth but they were eating it up.  “I think it’s great that you want to do something like this with your life, but you know you will have to live in another country for two years right?” Said my mom. “Yes Mom, I’ve done a lot of research.” “Then I support your decision.” My dad said. “I’m very proud of you” He wouldn’t be proud if he knew what I was actually doing. “Thanks Dad. I’m going to go confirm my acceptance.” And I ran upstairs without even eating breakfast. About six months later, I told my family that I would be serving in Africa and I wouldn’t be able to call them or write because they didn’t provide that kind of service there. Of course my parents were upset to hear this, but it was a necessary lie. The day before I left I finally was able to shave my pussy and legs. It was so nice, I was getting pretty gross down there and I finally got to see the pretty pussy that I hadn’t seen since freshman year. The pussy that almost got fucked by Jeremy Miller, but thank god it didn’t. For the first time in three years I felt sexy again. My parents bought me so much stuff to take with me to the “Peace Corps”. I felt bad because all of it would go to waste, but I still thanked them and told them I loved them. After a long tear filled goodbye I finally boarded the plane. This was it. The start of my new life. After I got off the plane I headed outside and began looking for my ride. I looked at the piece of paper I had written on before I left. I was given specific instructions to get inside a black van, and the license plate number was written on my paper. After only a couple minutes of searching I found the van and climbed into the back seat. There was no one there. Only a blindfold with a note that said “Put this on.” I obeyed the note. After about ten minutes of waiting I heard someone get in the car. He or she didn’t say a word, He/She just started up the car and we drove away. It was about a fifteen hour drive, and that’s not an easy thing to wait through while your blindfolded and the most nervous you have ever been in your entire life. I eventually found out that the person driving the car was a man when I heard him toss something to my back seat and said “This is your food. Make it last”. After searching for a few minutes with my hands I found a large paper bag and inside were three apples, two large bottles of vitamin water, large can of mixed nuts, and a loaf of bread. Wow I guess there was no way they were going to let me gain any weight. After what seemed like the longest drive of my entire life, we finally stopped. I thought it was just another pit stop, but for the second time I heard the drivers deep voice. “In about five minutes this alarm is going to go off” I guess he was pointing at an alarm in the car but I don’t know how he expected me to see it. “Once that happens, take off your blindfold and get out of the car. You’ll know what to do next.” I obeyed his orders (This was something I was going to have to get used to), and sure enough after five minutes, which seemed like much longer, I heard an alarm go off. I took off my blindfold, and the sunlight was almost too much to bear. I had no idea what time of day it would be but I was hoping it would be nighttime. After my eyes got somewhat adjusted, I reached forward to the dashboard and turned off the alarm. I stepped out of the car and I was starting at an enormous mansion. The man told me that I would know what to do. I guessed that the only thing was to go inside. I walked up the door, and stood there for a couple of minutes. And here I was. My hand trembled as I opened the door and stepped inside. The Sex Slave Program Part 2 I was in a large empty room. No furniture. No windows. Just a few closed doors, and a large spiral staircase. What was I supposed to do now? “Hello?” I called out timidly. Immediately a young man came down stairs. He was good looking. He couldn’t have been any older than twenty five. He looked at the clipboard in his hand. “Jenna Caldwell?” He asked. “That’s me” I said. “Are you going to be my…” He raised his eyebrows as if expecting me to finish my sentence. “You’re master?” he finally asked. I nodded. “No, I’m just your handler. I’m here to explain the specifics of what you can expect before you begin your servitude. My name is Paul.” “Nice to meet you” I said. “The others are downstairs. There are about thirty of them. Some of them have been here over a week. We only bring in five new slaves a day, and we have to space them out a few hours, so it doesn’t look suspicious that we’re bringing a bunch of teenagers to the same place at the same time. You’ll be waiting downstairs with the rest for the next three days while the others are being shuttled it. Get to know them. Make some friends. Enjoy what little freedom you have while you still have it. After everyone gets here, you’ll have a two day training session. It will be rough, but there’s no going back now. Every year someone chickens out at the last minute. Don’t let that person be you. If they sense that you aren't willing to cooperate… Well, you read the email. It says here that you’re still a virgin. Is that true?” I nodded. “I’ll have to inspect you then. Come with me.” He led me through one of the doors. Inside was a hospital room. I certainly wasn’t expecting this. “Take off your pants and panties and hop up on that table.” I was so nervous. I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor, but hesitated to take of my panties. “Are you nervous?” Paul asked. “Just a little bit.” I let out a nervous laugh. “It’s okay. Virgins usually are. Just get on the table and lay back. I’ll do the rest.” I sat on the table with my panties still on and laid down. Paul pulled my legs closer to him. I felt his hand touch my pussy over my panties. He started to rub his thumb in circles over me. I was getting wet. “I shouldn't be touching you like that” Paul said. “We have very strict rules about how we’re allowed to touch the virgins. We can do whatever we want to the non-virgins, but you are off limits.” He slid off my panties and spread my pussy in a very professional way. It didn't take him long to confirm that I was in fact a virgin. “You can sit up now” He said. “Well now the fun part is over. Now we just have to run some basic tests.” He then proceeded to give me a routine physical. It was nothing I hadn't experienced many times. I had to get one every year at school so that I could play volleyball. “So what’s next?” I asked. “Next you go to the basement and meet your fellow slaves. But first you need to put this on.” He handed me a bright red bracelet. “This let’s everyone know that you are a virgin. No one can have sex with you as long as you wear it. If you don’t wear it, you risk losing your virginity and your extra stipend.” So were all the girls here at the sexual mercy of any guy who wanted them? “That door leads to the basement” He pointed at a door in the corner. “You can go ahead and go down there.” “Thanks” I said as I left to go meet my new friends downstairs. The first thing I noticed was that not all of the slaves were girls. At least ten of them were guys. I guess it made sense that there would be some masters who wanted boy slaves. The second thing I noticed was that there were all different types of slaves. Blonde, brunette, redhead, small and petite, chubby, tall and sexy. There were muscular guys, skinny guys, and average sized guys. They were all just sitting around, talking. There were cots all over the place. I guess they all slept together in the same room. I just stood there looking at them, not knowing what to do. “Do you want to come over and sit with us?” I looked up. A pretty girl with curly blonde hair was talking to me. I immediately accepted her offer and sat on one of the cots with her and one of the skinnier boys. “I’m Jenna" I said “I’m Alex” Said the boy “and this is Amber” He wasn't my type at all. He had a brown hair and a baby face. He was probably only a couple inches taller than me, and he had very little muscle or fat. Not the type of guy I usually find attractive, but for some reason I thought he was really cute. “I just got here two days ago” Said Amber. “Alex was one of the first to show up.” “Has everyone just been in this room the whole time?” I asked. “Mostly” Said Amber. “We eat here. We sleep here. We hang out here. We’re only allowed to leave to go to the bathroom or shower. But it’s alright. We just talk to pass the time.” “Sometimes our potential masters will come here and talk to us” Said Alex. “They let us know what it would be like to serve them. There’s only one woman who owns slaves. I hope I get her. “She said she only likes guys with muscles” Amber teased him. “Maybe she’ll like me” He suggested. “Are you a virgin?” Amber asked pointing at my bracelet. “What? Oh yeah” I said, holding up my wrist to show her my bracelet. “Lucky you” she said. “I couldn’t hold out. I really wish I could have gotten that extra money.” “What extra money?” Asked Alex. “You didn’t now?” Said Amber. “We get an extra five hundred thousand dollars for being virgins” I said. “What?!” Said Alex. “I’m a virgin and I only get two hundred grand. “Girls are worth more than guys” Amber said. I laughed. Over the next two days Amber, Alex and I became closer. I met a few other people. A few of the guys tried hitting on me, but I wasn't allowed to have sex with them anyway. Finally the morning of our final day came. After the final girls arrived, we were instructed to gather our belongings and head upstairs. We were all waiting in line. At the front of the line, there was a man who was taking every ones information, instructing the slaves to strip down to nothing, taking their belongings and sending them with one of three handlers. Amber was in front of me, and Alex was behind me. We were fairly ahead in line. One by one, the girls stated their names stripped their clothes, left their belongings, and were sent on their way. Finally Amber reached the man at the front of the line. He was a middle aged man, muscular, with a military haircut and a goatee. His nametag said “Chad.” “What’s your name?” Chad asked Amber. “Amber Haines” she replied. “Take off your clothes Amber.” Chad said, as he scanned a clipboard.  Amber stripped down to just her bra and panties. Chad looked at her lustfully. Amber nervously slid off her panties, and removed her bra. She looked much better naked than I did. While Amber was curvier with bigger tits, I was more petite with average sized tits. Amber knew by watching the other girls that she should put the clothes she had just removed into her bag and set her bag on the table. As she was setting her bag on the table Chad grabbed her arm. “Don’t move” Chad said. “You are the hottest piece of ass to come through my line so far. I have to get some of it” Chad grabbed Amber’s ass with his hand. His other hand let go of her arm and moved to her breast. He squeezed hard. Amber’s head turned around fast. She had a shocked look on her face. “Turn back around!” He bent her over the table. One hand held her back down, the other hand moved toward his zipper. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and rubbed it on Ambers ass. “You ready for this cock?” He rammed it into her pussy and began to thrust hard. He was fucking Amber right in front of everybody. I was absolutely mesmerized. I hadn’t let myself watch much porn, so it was strange to watch someone else having sex right in front of me. It was strange, but I was also turned on. Would he fuck me too? No. He’s not allowed. I’m off limits. Chad pulled out and shot his load all over ambers lower back. He grabbed the top she had previously been wearing out of her back and wiped the cum off with it. He then shoved it back into her back and sent her on her way. “Go to that man right there” He pointed at another man on the other end of the room. Amber obeyed. I could tell that she was feeling very overwhelmed at the moment. She had just been surprise-fucked, and sent on her way before she could even process it. There were three men at the end of the room. The first man, the man who Amber had just been sent to, already had five girls with him. The other two men were alone. It was my turn next. “What’s your name?” Chad asked. “Jenna Caldwell” I responded timidly. “Take off your clothes Jenna.” I hesitated for a moment, and then began to take off my shirt. “So you’re our first virgin?” He said, as he found my name on his clipboard. “You girls are the most tempting.” I didn’t know what to say. So I just finished removing my clothes. It was the first time I had ever been completely naked in front of anyone. It was a strange new sensation. I put my bag with my clothes in it on the table. “Go to that man over there” Chad said. He was pointing at the second man. The first of two men who were alone. I nodded and walked over. As I was walking, I felt a hand slap my ass. I turned and Chad was smirking at me. As I greeted the second man (His name tag said Bruce) I could hear Chads interaction with Alex behind me. “Well it’s our first faggot” Said Chad. “What’s your name faggot?” “Alex Wilson” Alex replied. “You know what to do.” Alex took off his clothes. He looked about how I would have expected. Skinny, and pale. His dick was hard which he was visibly embarrassed by. Chad instructed him to go over to the third guy just a few feet away from me. I assumed that the third guy was the handler for the guys, the guy who I was with was the handler for the virgins, and the first guy, who had the most girls, was the handler for the rest. Alex smiled at me as he walked by. I figured he must have been pretty happy to see me naked. I decided to poke some fun at him by mouthing the words “nice penis” and holding my index finger an inch from my thumb. He immediately stopped smiling and turned red. As I waited for all of the other girls and boys to make their way through the line, I talked to Alex to pass the time (Bruce said that it was okay). Every once in a while Chad would fuck another girl in the line, and Ambers handler fucked a few of the girls in his group. As I was talking to Alex I could hear the familiar sound of Chad with his hands on another girl who he intended on claiming for the next few minutes. I looked up, Chad was fucking another girl. It was a girl that I had talked to on a few occasions. Her name was Haley. She was a short girl with sandy blonde hair and a mousy face. He pushed her up against the wall. One hand was pushing the side of her face against the wall. The other hand was on her ass. Her breasts mashed against the wall as he shoved his cock deeper inside her pussy. Haley was moaning but I wasn’t sure she was enjoying herself. Eventually Chad finished. He kept her pushed up against the wall though. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked. She didn’t answer. He turned her around. “I asked you a question” He said. “I—I think I made a mistake” She replied. “I can’t do this. I want to go home.” “You can’t go home” He said. “We own you for the next two years.” He let her go. “Now get back in line.” Haley hesitated for a moment, and then ran. She only got a few feet away before Chad grabbed her and pulled her back. “You want out?” He asked. She nodded. “Have it your way.” A few of the guards who had heard the commotion came to see what the problem was. Chad pulled Haley over to the guards and handed her to them. “Take her” Chad said. “She tried to run.” The guards took the crying girl away and through a door in the back. I knew what was going to happen. She was about to be executed. This suddenly got very real. For the rest of our time waiting, I didn't say a single word. Nobody did. None of the girls were forced to have sex with any of the handlers. Nobody dared to step a toe out of line. The whole process took a little over an hour. A few more girls joined me in the virgin group, but the majority were with Amber. A man approached the group. He was an older man in a business suit. “Hello ladies and gentlemen. My name is Mr. Peterson, and I am the chairman of The Sex Slave Program. You are all about to go through an intense two day training session, and after that you will be up for sale at our annual slave auction. I myself always purchase a slave. I wish you all luck. We are very happy to have you here. You may now begin your training." The Sex Slave Program Part 3 Introduction: Jenna begins her training I was sitting alone in small dark room. I was still naked. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew that this was step one of my training. After a few minutes of pondering what was about to happen, a woman entered the room. She was young, pretty, she had tattoos up and down her arms, a nose ring, a lip, ring, and an eyebrow ring. She had bleached blonde hair with dyed red tips. She had a briefcase with her. I wondered what would be inside. Sex toys? Nipple clamps? Handcuffs? Ball gags?  “My name is Sabrina” She said . “I’m Jenna” I replied.  She opened the briefcase. “Don’t freak out Jenna. Everybody has to do this.” She reached her hand into the briefcase and pulled out a pair of clippers. She instructed me to hold still, and then she turned them on. I could hear the buzzing coming closer and closer. I knew what was about to happen, but it wasn’t enough to prepare me for the clippers coming to contact with the side of my head, and shaving all the hair from my right temple to the bottom of the back of my head. I was in shock. All I could think about was the cold air on the patch of my head where there was no longer any hair. Sabrina must have noticed that I was shocked and upset, because she immediately turned off the clippers. “You okay?” She asked. I don’t remember how I answered. I don’t even remember if I answered at all. I don’t remember her turning the clippers back on. The next thing I did remember was the feeling of the next cold and hairless section of my head, and the next, and the next until finally the clippers turned off for the final time. “I’m all finished.” Said Sabrina. “Why don’t you take a look?” She handed me a mirror. I couldn’t believe it. I was completely bald. I felt my face suddenly become hot. Tears were pouring down my face. I felt hideous. I didn’t want to look at my reflection anymore, but I couldn’t bring myself to put the mirror down. Before I knew it, Sabrina took the mirror from my hand. “It’s okay” She said. “Almost everyone cries afterwards. The good news is that after training is over, you’ll get a wig to wear until it grows back.” I nodded. “Now I’m afraid it’s going to have to get a little worse before it gets better.” She pulled something else from the briefcase. It looked like a handgun with a needle at the end. “This is a tattoo gun” Sabrina said. “Everyone is required to get a tattoo. It’s going to be on your head, which is why we had to shave it." I nodded my head, and closed my eyes tight. I felt my chair recline back, and heard Sabrina telling me to try to relax. Relaxing was not an easy thing to do. I had never gotten a tattoo before so I didn’t know how to judge the pain. But if the pain of a head tattoo was similar to the pain of a tattoo anywhere else then I never wanted to get another one in my entire life. The pain, the anxiety, and the buzzing of the tattoo gun pressed against my head made it a pretty unbearable experience. After what seemed like hours, it was finally over. I slowly opened my eyes and felt my chair rise back up. “Do you want to see it?” Sabrina asked. “I don’t know. Do I?” I responded. Sabrina laughed. She took a picture with her phone and showed me. On the side of my head, There was a tattoo of a chain link circle with handcuffs on the ends linked together. Inside the circle were the words “Slave Jenna C XXX” written in calligraphy. And under that were the words “This slut is the property of” and there was a blank space seemingly to be filled by my future master. I was permanently marked as a slave. Even though this would only last for two years, there would now always be a part of me that was nothing more than property. I finally allowed myself to feel my head. It was bizarre. I had always loved my hair. How long would it take for it to grow back. I started to cry again. I felt Sabrina take my hand and pull me up to my feet. She hugged me. At first I was very conscious of the fact that I was still naked, but immediately afterwards I started to sob. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. “It’s okay. Let it all out.” Sabrina said. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back. She looked me right in the eyes and said “You have about 15 minutes until you have to be at your next session. You can cry as much as you want until then. But after that, you can’t cry at all for the rest of your training. Once they sense weakness, they’ll be even harder on you. Do you understand?” I nodded. I buried my face into her shoulder and continued to cry. She hugged me tight. After about a minute I felt her softly kiss me on the head. I looked up at her. I was naked, she was clothed. I felt her hands move from my upper back down to my waist. She never broke eye contact. And then it happened. She kissed me. I kissed her back. I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. Her hands moved to my ass. I responded to her advances by sliding my hand up her shirt. I could feel her breast over her bra. Sabrina broke the kiss and smiled at me. She lifted me off the ground and set me back down in my chair. She reclined the chair again and climbed on top of me. We were making out. I had never been with a girl before. I felt her lips against mine. She groped my breasts and was grinding her ass into my lap. Her lips moved from mine to my cheek, and then to my neck, my chest, lower and lower until she reached my tits. She kissed all around them and then all at once she was ferociously squeezing, sucking, and biting my tits. I could feel her tongue run circles around my nipple as she sucked on it. She spent a few more minutes on my boobs, and then began to make her way down again, to my upper torso, and my belly. As she reached my belly button I felt a rush of pleasure throughout my entire body. She could sense that I liked it so she lingered around the area. She continued to move down, she was right above my pussy. She placed a long wet kiss right above it, and then began to move to the side down my inner thigh. She bit my thigh. My pussy was throbbing. I was dying to for her to eat me out. She sat up, smiled at me, and in one swift motion removed her entire top. She had nice tits. Her nipples were pierced and on one of her breasts was a tattoo of a black rose. She then lowered her head back to my crotch and buried her face in my pussy. It was a relief like I had never had before. The first time in years that I had allowed myself to savor and enjoy my sexuality. I was writhing and convulsing in pleasure. I felt her tongue slide into my pussy. She clearly had some experience doing this. After several minutes I finally exploded with a mind blowing orgasm. She then climbed back up on top of me. We embraced, and kissed for a few minutes. A few minutes later she told me that we had to go. “I have to take you to your next session now.” She said as she put her clothes back on. “So do you do that with every girl?” I asked. She didn’t respond. She just smiled at me. “Let’s go” She said. Sabrina lead me down the hall and into another room. There were six other girls in the room. The same girls that were in the virgin group with me. They were all naked, tied up, and blindfolded. Each girl had her ankles tied together and their arms were held above their heads by a rope that was strung around an eye bolt in the ceiling. Sabrina instructed me to stand under the last vacant rope. I obeyed. First she bound my ankles together, and as she was binding my wrists with the rope, a man walked through the door. A man I had not yet seen. “Sabrina!” the man scowled. “Why isn’t that whore fully bound?” “I’m sorry sir” Sabrina responded. “We were running a little late.” “I’m already frustrated enough that I got stuck with the virgins today. Maybe I should just fuck you since I can’t fuck these bitches.” “I can’t stop you if you want to do that Mick.” Sabrina said as she finished binding my wrists. As soon Sabrina finished tying me up, Mick grabbed her. He held both her arms behind her back with one hand. “I’ve been waiting for my opportunity to get some of this nice piece of ass.” He said as he grabbed a handful of her breasts. I was the only one who could see what was going on. All of the other girls were blindfolded.  “What do you think girls?” Mick asked the group. “Maybe if I get to bust a nut in this slut, then I might go easier on all of you.” Nobody said anything. Sabrina looked calm. I imagined this must happen to her a lot. Apparently all of the women who work here are also used as personal fuck toys. “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to fuck you. Get out of here before I change my mind” He slapped her ass as she walked out the door. Mick glanced around the room for a moment and then zeroed in on me. “Why aren’t you blindfolded?” he asked. “I don’t—She didn’t” I stammered. But Mick cut me off. “If you don’t wear a blindfold like a good little slut then you have to be punished.” I opened my mouth to protest, but I was cut off again. “But that’s not fair?” Mick mocked me in a whiny voice. “Being a slave isn’t fair. If you don’t follow the rules, then you get punished. Sometimes it’s not your fault, but you still get punished. That is something that you are going to have to get used to… starting now.” He slapped me hard in the face. “Say thank you!” He demanded. “Thank you.” I said. “Thank you sir!” He demanded. “Thank you sir.” I thought about Sabrina’s advice. Don’t show weakness. I kept my head up and maintained eye contact with Mick. He grabbed my face with his hand and slid his thumb into my mouth. It was rough and calloused. I knew what he wanted me to do, so I didn’t hesitate to start sucking. I wanted him to know that I was serious about this, so despite never having sucked a real cock before, I did the best job I could. I sucked hard. I bobbed my head up and down, swirled my tongue around it multiple times. He slowly pulled his thumb away and I pulled against my restraints to move my head with his thumb. He finally pulled it out of my mouth. It left a bad taste in my mouth, but I made sure not to show it on my face. He looked at me expectantly. “Thank you sir” I said. "Good little slut" He said right before he placed a blindfold over my eyes. The next ten minutes He spend testing our pain threshold. He went behind every girl, whipped her lightly on the ass. Then whipped harder, and harder, until each girl begged him to stop, at which point he complied. "Do not try to get me to stop before you have reached your absolute pain limit" He warned "I have been doing this for years, and I can tell when you're bullshitting me. Anyone caught trying to do this will be punished. Most of the girls lasted until about the same point. Including myself. It didn't get too bad until the last few whips. After we were done, Mick came around to all of us and untied our wrists. “Now it’s time to play a little game. Everyone hold out your hands, palms up. I’m going to put a full glass of water on each of your hands. Hold them up as long as possible. If you drop one of them, you will get ten lashes on your ass. If you drop both of them, you will get ten lashes on your ass, and ten lashes on your tits. If you are the last one with both glasses, you will get no lashes. We’re going to start now.” I felt a two heavy glasses placed in my hands. “Hands flat. No gripping” Mick demanded. “Everyone ready? Good.” It was only a few seconds before I heard a glass hit the floor. “Well that didn’t take long at all.” Mick said. “What’s your name?” He asked the girl who had dropped her glass. “M-Megan” The girl stammered. “Well Megan. This is going to hurt” I heard a loud whip. Megan cried out in pain, and a second glass hit the floor. “Sorry Megan, ten lashes on your perky tits.” “But I only dropped it because you whipped me” Megan protested. “Did you hear that everyone? She only dropped it because I whipped her. Let that be a warning to all of you. When I’m whipping your ass, hold on to your other glass!” He whipped her again. Her cry was louder. After the fourth whip another glass hit the floor. “This is my favorite part” Mick said. “Once you girls hear someone else get whipped, you get nervous. You get so nervous that you drop your glass. Then the rest of the girls get even more nervous.” Mick was absolutely right. The more girls he whipped the more glasses fell. And the more loud cracks and painful shrieks I heard. Eventually only myself and one other girl remained. We each still had both of our glasses. I can do this. I can get away with no lashes. I Kept reminding myself not to move. My hands were getting sweaty. My face itched. But despite my best efforts, my first glass slipped out of my right hand. My heart sank. Without a single warning, I felt the first panful lash against my ass cheeks. I jumped. The lash was right at my pain threshold. I could feel the glass almost fall out of my left hand but luckily I was able to save it. Not a single girl had been able to save her second glass while her ass was being whipped. Some had lasted a couple lashes, but inevitably they dropped the second one and had their tits subsequently whipped. I felt the second lash against my ass. It was painful, but I concentrated all of that pain into holding my glass. The third lash, the fourth. Immediately after the fifth lash, I heard another glass hit the floor. I could still win this. I wouldn’t get out unscathed, but I could protect my breasts… for now anyway. I made it through the final five lashes without dropping my glass. I let out a sigh of relief. Without hesitation, I heard the first crack of the whip on the other girls glass. She immediately dropped her second glass. I had won. But I still held on to my glass just in case. I listened to the other girl get her remaining nineteen lashes. I heard her cry in pain the same way I had heard the other five girls. Eventually I felt my remaining glass lifted from my hands, and my blindfold taken off my face.  “Congratulations” Mick said. I looked around the other girls were all crying. They each had red marks on their breasts and ass. It wasn’t until I wiped my eyes that I realized that I had also been crying. “Keep it together Jenna” I whispered to myself. “You still have a long way to go.”

The Shower Incident by jastes22 Part 1: The Conditions - Susan is exposed in the shower. Darryl explains the conditions of her night of humiliation. I loved showering. The feeling of hot water rushing down my skin was so refreshing. I loved the sensation of getting my hair wet and then letting it drip whenever I got out of the shower. I had a good body, and I knew it. I ran every morning, worked out, and played on the college’s soccer team with a scholarship. My body was perfectly toned and flawless, with perky tits and a great butt. In high school, the boys practically drooled over me, and college was no different. I didn’t care much for getting serious, but I enjoyed the teasing I would give them, just enough to put them on edge. I got more daring in college, stepping out of my dorm room or even the apartment into the girls' hallway in only my towel. My roommates warned me that one day something would happen if I kept teasing and playing with boys' heartstrings, but I ignored it. Today was that day. The curtain to my shower suddenly flew open. I shrieked and fell to the floor of the shower, wrapping my arms around my breasts and crotch. “You’re gonna pay, Susan,” Darryl said. Oh, crap. Darryl. I had had fun with him. I even teased him with a little “private” show when he thought things were getting serious, and he had gone further than anyone else had, and I let him know it. Then, right when he thought we were something serious, I broke his heart. Man, that had been fun. He reached over and turned off the water, and then just looked at me. I was suddenly very aware of the lopsidedness of the situation and just how vulnerable I was. I never realized how tall he was until I was basically kneeling at his feet. "How did you get in here?” “Kelsey, your roommate?” “Yeah? What about her?” “I invited her over for a date just before she left for the weekend. Took a play out of your own playbook, as it were. I swiped her room key when she wasn’t looking. Now it’s time to take my revenge.” Revenge? Oh, crap. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I cursed and squirmed, but he was too strong. I heard a *clang* of metal on metal, and suddenly my right hand was handcuffed to the curtain bar. Unable to cover everything, I opted to take my left hand and stretch it diagonally across my body, placing my fingers over my pussy and trying to position my arm to block his view of my left nipple. Everything was still very much exposed, but at least it was something. He grinned at my predicament and reached over to tweak my nipple. I squealed and pulled back, but the handcuff didn’t provide me much movement. “Darryl, wait, I-” “You know, when we started dating, I knew you had a lot of exes. I thought, ‘hey, maybe I could be the one to break that streak,’ but I see now I was just a plaything to you.” “Darryl, please-” He grabbed the other arm. *clang* I shrieked again, fully exposed. The handcuffs were free to move along the curtain bar, so I pulled them together so both my arms were sort of covering me, but the awkward angle forced me to lean forward and stick out my butt. Darryl’s eyes ran up and down my body. Well, at least he wasn’t trying to hide it. I felt even more exposed considering I was still dripping wet. “I asked around. You have so many exes. Like an obscene amount.” The tone in his voice, slightly angry, slightly gloating, scared me. I didn’t think Darryl would do anything serious, but I couldn’t be sure. “What do you want?” He grinned and held up a phone. One of those crappy flip phones from the 90s. “In this phone is a list of the numbers of all of your exes I could find. You’re gonna call two of them and tell them what you’re wearing and to come here. Then, the three of us are going to have some fun.” Crap. Literal crap. If it were just Darryl or one other person, then maybe I could get through it without too much embarrassment. But numbers created confidence, and with four horny boys with a beef to settle drooling over a very exposed girl like me, something was bound to happen. “What if I don’t?” If possible, his grin grew bigger, as if expecting me to say that. He reached up with his own phone, one of those Samsung phones, and took a picture. His phone was one of those phones that made the obnoxious *click* when it took a picture. That sound would haunt me for years. “I’m the head editor for the college newspaper. I wonder what will be printed on the front page...” “You wouldn’t dare,” I said, unable to think of a much better threat. Darryl had this planned out. “So, go ahead and make some calls,” he said. He handed me the phone. “I’ll be right here, waiting.” Part 2: The Phone Drop -Susan drops the phone and pays the price. I took the phone but didn’t start scrolling through yet. “Go on,” Darryl said. “Don’t be shy.” I glared at him. I was being anything but shy right now, bearing it all for his sadistic pleasure. And I was angry. It was much easier to be angry at him than to think about how mortified I was to be in the position I was in, namely, handcuffed naked in my shower. “Give me a second,” I said. I started to go through the contacts. Shoot, he hadn’t been exaggerating. There were a ton of them, old flames of mine. With the handcuffs, the length of my arms had been effectively shortened to a couple of inches, making it incredibly difficult to handle the phone properly, and the fact that I hadn’t used one of those antiquated flip phones in years didn’t help, either. The phone slipped through my fingers and clattered to the floor, sliding down and resting against my right shin. I cursed, turning to look at Darryl. “A little help?” Darryl mocked surprise. “Who? Me?” “Get me the phone.” “That wasn’t part of the deal.” I groaned. “Do you want me to call them or not?” “Well, if you can’t hold your end of the bargain, I guess those pictures-” “Darryl, come on!” He grinned. “I will, but only if you do something for me.” “What?” “Spread your legs. Let me have a peek” “What? No way! Pick something else.” “Susan, honestly, I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands.” I hung my head. He was right. He could do anything to me now. Grab my breasts? Easy. Pinch my nipples? No problem. Finger me? Done. “Why are you even asking, then?” “Well, because I’m a gentleman-” I snorted. “-and because I think it’s appropriate for you to ask for it. .” “I’m handcuffed!” He shrugged. “Regardless, I think it’s better this way. You’ll bear the shame of knowing you asked for this. This—all of this—is payment for everything you did to me and all those others.” “...Fine.” “Say it. Make me a deal.” I wanted to rip his head off. He had me completely in the palm of his hand and loving it. “Darryl...I’ll spread my legs for you if you give me my phone.” “Great. I accept your deal. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” “Shut up.” “I’m waiting.” I pulled on the handcuffs for balance and spread my legs. I kept a neat trim of hair down in my nether areas, but it was still embarrassing to expose myself further in front of the prying eyes of the creep. “Oh my,” Darryl said. He reached down with both hands, grabbed each side of my pussy, and pulled. “Hey! Hands off!” He ignored me. “Your cunt really is magnificent, Suzie. I remember it the most from our time together.” With one hand still stretching my pussy, the other hand reached for his phone and brought it a few inches from my privates. *Click* He poked a finger in. Ecstasy banged into my head like a gavel. If I hadn’t been hanging by handcuffs I would have collapsed. I screamed and moaned. I get so weak in the knees after penetration. He laughed and pulled his finger out and it glistened with liquid. “My, my, Suzie. You’re quite wet!” “It’s just wet from the shower!” I said. “Okay,” he said. “Whatever you say, but I think you’re enjoying this.” “Shut up. Just give me the phone, perv.” “Of course. A deal’s a deal.” He stepped closer to reach down. His head came very close to my leg, more than it needed to, and his fingers rested on my pubic mound, grabbing the soft tuft of pubic hair and tugging. I moaned. It did feel good, but I was never going to tell him that. “Well, here you go.” He handed me the phone. “Don’t drop it again.” Part 3: The First Ex -Susan decides on her tormentors and begins her night of humiliation. Well, now I was faced with a dilemma. Which two boys did I pick to come down to my apartment and witness my nakedness in all its glory? This was messed up. As I resumed scrolling through the phone’s contact, I began to see the genius—if that’s what it could be called—of Darryl’s plan. Any number of things could happen with each different combination of the three boys. By having me pick out the other two boys, anything that happened would be of my doing, in a removed sort of way. In my mind, I had two options. For one, I could pick someone who was the least likely to do anything too humiliating. Minimize the damage, as it were. Maybe I could get someone who would even try to stop it, though I doubted it. I was almost always the one to break up with all of them, and I knew none of them wouldn’t jump at chance to humiliate their ex somehow. The other option, I realized, was to pick someone I still kind of liked. If I was going to get ogled by someone, I might as well score some points with them while doing it. I may have broken up with all of them, but there were still a few I would consider hooking back up with. Darryl had been one of them, right up until he handcuffed me. Who knew, maybe something good would happen from all this. And if it did, all the better, just so I could screw Darryl. I decided to split the difference. One to ogle, one to be the voice of reason. My eyes fell on Sam’s name, a boy from my biology class. He was cute and very confident in himself, which reminded me of myself. He and I had dated for a few weeks before I broke it off. I still kind of liked him and wouldn’t mind starting up again with him. Of course, I hadn’t expected it to happen like this. And it would be super embarrassing to run into him every biology class if he saw me naked now in my current state, but I thought he would be the best option. Okay, he was the one who was going to ogle me, now onto the one who might be the only voice of reason in my humiliation and tone it down when needed. Hmm...it was harder than I expected. I wasn’t naïve. I knew what kind of things went through a boy’s mind when they saw a woman naked, especially a woman like me. I was trying to find someone who would suppress those urges and protect me, which was a difficult thing to determine based solely on a past relationship. I decided on Kyle. He was probably the shyest of the boys I’ve dated, and he was the only one that I remembered having some hesitation getting in bed with me. Maybe he would be merciful in my torment. I didn’t know a whole lot about him though—our fling had been relatively short—so I was taking a gamble on him. My mind made up, I started to punch in the number for Sam. “Wait,” Darryl said. I groaned. What did he want now? “Just remember, when you talk with them, make sure you tell them that you're naked, you feel bad for breaking up with them, and you want them to come over to punish you. If you don’t, then—” “Yeah, yeah, I know. Pictures galore.” I put in the rest of Sam’s number and put the phone up to my ear. It rang once, and then twice, then thrice, each tone excruciatingly long. “Hello?” Relief, followed quickly by terror. “Hi, Sam,” I said. I sounded so stupid. A pause. He sounded surprised to hear my voice. “Susan?” “Yeah.” “What’s up?” Total, abject humiliation, that’s what’s up. I opened my mouth, still not believing what I was about to say. Darryl looked at me, waiting for me to bail, almost taunting me. That anger bubbled up inside me, and I decided not to give him the satisfaction, even though I knew I was doing exactly what he wanted. “I just wanted to apologize for breaking up with you.” “Oh, umm...you’re fine. I get it. I was just thinking about calling you, actually. I know we broke up, but I was wondering if maybe we could try again, so I wanted to ask if you if—” “I’m naked,” I said, cutting him off. I couldn’t bear for him to keep going. My cheeks must’ve turned three shades redder. An even longer pause. “What?” “I’m naked, and I want you to come over and punish me.” Darryl grinned. Jerk off, I thought. “I’m sorry, Susan. I don’t understand. You’re naked and you want me to come over? “Yes. Just come over here. Right now,” I said. Let’s get this over with. “Umm...okay. See you soon.” I hung up. If only he understood just how much of me he would be seeing. Part 4: The Second Ex -Susan's second choice falls through, and her decision is made for her. Darryl rewards her. The weight of the reality of what was about to happen finally began to dawn on me. I had literally just called someone and asked them to come over and look at my naked body and do who knows what to me. It was too late to go back now. “I admit, I didn’t think you’d pick Sam,” Darryl said. “Though I’m sure he’ll be grateful. Should be fun. Who’s the other lucky boy?” “I’m not telling you,” I said. I don’t know why it mattered. He would know in just a second. It was just the only thing I could do to try to keep some shred of decency, some semblance of control. Reduced to childish stubbornness, I guess. I was so powerless, and it terrified me. He shrugged. “That’s fine. Go on.” As I started to dial Kyle's number, I prayed that I wasn’t making a mistake. First ring. Second ring. Third ring. Where was he? “You have reached the voicemail box of-” I turned off the phone. “What are you doing?” Darryl asked. “It went to voicemail,” I said. “I’ll call someone else.” “No, no, no. This is about atoning for your actions, Suzie. You’re going to call back and leave a message telling them that you apologize, that you’re naked, and you are about to be punished. Then you’ll call someone else." I glared at him, but I didn’t threaten to refuse his request. I hated how my ability to be threatening was reduced to almost nothing. “Fine.” I called the number again. Voicemail. For some reason, I hoped he would have gotten to the phone in the few moments I called him. That happened sometimes, right? anything to avoid leaving an embarrassing message. “-please leave your message after the beep.” *beep* “Kyle, this is Susan. I wanted to let you know that I’m very sorry for breaking up with you. I also wanted to let you know that I’m naked and I’m about to be punished.” I turned off the phone. I wondered what he would be thinking as he listened to that voicemail, or if he would even realize the opportunity he missed. “Good,” Darryl said. “Since your second pick didn’t work out, I guess I’ll have to choose someone.” “Wait-” He grabbed the phone and started to go through the contacts. I stood there, hands hanging above my head, waiting with dread for him to choose someone to join him and Sam in their humiliation of me, their subject. Kyle had been my one hope of a knight in shining armor, but with Darryl, Sam, and whoever Darryl chose, I was all but guaranteed to be ravished. “I thought the deal was that I get to choose the boys.” “That was the deal, but I’m changing it. You have a problem with that?” “...No.” He shrugged, as if not entirely satisfied with my answer. “Let’s go with Alex.” My heart dropped. Not Alex. He had been the horniest boy I had ever dated. Super hot, but horny. He kept trying to get into my pants. Out of all my breakups, his was the messiest, and everyone—including Darryl, it would seem—knew it. He wouldn’t skip a beat in joining in on some revenge on his ex. “Go ahead, call him,” he said. He put in Alex’s number and handed the phone to me to press “Call” I couldn’t bring myself to start the call. Anyone but Alex. “What are you waiting for?” “I just want you to know how messed up this is. How messed up you are.” He just grinned. I was starting to hate that grin. That knowing grin of how much control he had over me. “I know. “Just remember that this is your fault, this little predicament you’re in.” I decided not to prolong my torture. I pressed “Call.” I prayed that Alex didn’t pick up the phone. As embarrassing as the voicemail would be, anyone else would be better. He picked up on the first ring. Crap. “This is Alex.” “Alex, hey!” Why did I sound like a girly teenager? “I need you to come over to my place.” A pause, longer than Sam’s. “Why?” The way he said it made it sound like he was suspicious. Exes didn’t call out of the blue unless they wanted something. Which, I guess, I did. “Well, I need you to punish me for breaking up with you.” At this point, Darryl stepped forward and grabbed my leg with one hand. I winced as he pulled it out and reached over to trace my pubic mound with his finger. Suddenly balancing on one leg, I nearly stumbled and dropped the phone again. “Punish you? What do you mean?” I couldn’t think, not with Darryl nearly on top of me. My pussy could still remember his first intrusion from just a minute ago, and it was screaming for more of it. “I’m naked,” I blurted out, unable to think coherently enough to say it any other way. “What?” “Please just come over,” I said. Darryl placed his hand directly on my pussy. He just let it lay there, not moving his fingers inside or anything. Just enough to drive me crazy. “Susan, I don’t know if this is some kind of trick, but-” “Just get over here!” I shouted, unable to think clearly. Darryl curled his fingers and lightly dragged his fingernails across my pussy. I thought I was going to explode. I moaned loudly into the phone. I couldn’t hold it in. “Susan? Are you okay?” he asked, alarmed by the sound. The tenderness in his voice was surprising to me. “I’m fine!” “Susan, I don’t-” “Listen to me! You are going to come to my place, and you are going to punish me! Understand?” A pause. Somehow, this silence was different than the awkward one with Sam. This was one of those sinister silences, the ones that filled you with dread right before the monster jumped out and killed you. “I understand, Susan. I’m looking forward to it.” I hung up and dropped the phone. I didn’t trust any of my extremities at this point. “Good girl,” Darryl said, his hand still on my leg and crotch. “I know that wasn’t easy. You deserve a reward.” Then, without ceremony, he stuck a finger in. I screamed. Cum squirted out of me, covering his hand. He laughed, pulling his finger out. “Man, Suzie! I didn’t realize that you’d get so turned on by this.” “I’m not...turned on...you piece of...garbage,” I said, breathless. My arms hung by my handcuffs like a limp puppet. My legs had no strength. I could feel the cum dripping down the insides of my thighs and depositing in a pool on the shower floor near my legs. It was disgusting. “Call me what you will, but I got to say, I’m loving this already.” He took a step back, pointing his phone at my cum-covered legs. *Click* He turned to wash his hands in the sink. When he turned around, his face was filled with that insufferable grin. “Wow. I’m already so excited about this, Suzie. If you’ve already gotten off on it before we’ve even started, then I can’t wait to see what kind of fun the four of us can have once we really get going.” Crap. Part 5: The Spankings -The boys begin Susan's torment with an assault on her butt. “I’m going to wait outside for the boys to let them in,” Darryl said. “You just wait here. Holler if you need anything.” I tried to think of an insult, but I couldn’t come up with anything. Darryl grinned at my growing inability to fight back and disappeared outside of the bathroom. As I hung there, I found it hard to be angry. Instead...I was just tired. Darryl was breaking me down, but I couldn’t give him that satisfaction. I needed to be strong. I hoped beyond hope that Darryl would let me down soon. Maybe this was just a prank. He’d bring the two boys over, they’d have a good laugh about my predicament, and then go home. Considering the weakness in my legs, I couldn’t quite convince myself that that was what Darryl had in mind. I heard voices, and I tensed, pulling against my restraints. My heart pounded as I grew desperate. Maybe I could slip my hands out or break the curtain rod or— “Wow. I really thought you were joking,” Sam said. He stepped in front of me, drinking all of me in. Suddenly, I wished very much that I hadn’t invited Sam. I didn’t care about him ogling me and he and I hooking up later. I didn’t want him to see me at all, not like this. Restrained and vulnerable. The other two stepped in, all three of them looking at me like a display in a museum. First up in our collection of Susan’s body parts: Her pussy! “Nope. Buck-naked in the shower,” Darryl said. Alex just stood there, staring at my tits like a shark smelling blood. “And...she wants us to punish her?” Next are here lovely breasts. See her nipples? That’s perfection right there. I wanted to melt, go down the drain, and disappear. Anything to get the three pair of eyes looking at me. I know I said I had the perfect body, but I was beginning to think of anything and everything that could be considered a flaw. The blasted handcuffs made it impossible to cover anything. “Oh, absolutely,” Darryl said. “After all...she deserves it.” “Good,” Alex said. He reached over and pinched a nipple. I held in a moan. Shoot, that felt really good, the sensation was intensified by the complete vulnerability I was in. Sam was looking at my legs. “Is that...cum?” Darryl grinned. “Yes, it is. She and I had some fun before calling you two.” Alex leered at me. “I want in on some of that.” “Please...” I said. I was shocked at the timidity in my voice. “Just give me a towel. Look at my breasts and do whatever you want but let me just cover up my bottom half. I’ll do anything.” “Fat chance,” Alex said. Darryl held up his hand. “What will you give us, Suzie? Make us an offer.” I realized I didn’t have anything in mind. I don’t think I expected Darryl to actually entertain the idea. I had the thought to offer each of them a blowjob, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually say that. “Umm...I’ll let you spank me?” “Hmm...we were going to do that regardless. That’s not really a card you can play, Suzie. You’re going to be completely naked, head to toe, throughout all of this. That’s not really negotiable.” My heart fell. “Please...” Darryl reached down and slapped my crotch. I whimpered, barely keeping in a groan, pleasure roaring inside me. I didn’t want to cum a second time, and especially not in front of the other two. “Let’s get you turned around. For your well-deserved spanking." Hands reached up, unlocking my handcuffs, turning me around, and then handcuffing me again. As they did, plenty of hands explored my body, touching my back, stomach, and even my thighs. Every brush near my pussy was torture, and I had to stop myself from moaning multiple times. Instead of handcuffing each wrist separately to the curtain rod like I had been, they handcuffed my two wrists behind my back together in the traditional position and then used the second handcuff to bind the restraint in the middle to the shower curtain. This forced me to raise up my arms behind me and stick out my butt. The awkward position was also quite painful from having to stretch my arms all the way back, a fact that I’m sure Darryl was very aware of. The fact that I now couldn’t see the three boys was even worse. Yes, my breasts and pussy were no longer facing them, but not being able to know what they were doing was pure agony. “Sam? Would you like to start us off?” “Sure.” He sounded excited. I felt my heart drop a little further. Without Kyle, Sam had been my only hope at someone advocating for me in my humiliation. But it sounded like he was just as excited as the other two, and I knew then that I was truly doomed. I waited for the first spank. I was tense, and I’m sure I was giving the boys quite a show with my clenched buttocks and twisting arms. I waited, the agony of anticipating that first strike almost worse than an actual spank. I jumped as I felt hands reach around me, not expecting the soft touch of fingers. Sam’s fingers curled under my armpits and grabbed my breasts. He fondled them and then moved to my nipples, flicking them with his fingers. *Spank* I shrieked, instinctively trying to reach down with my arms to cover my butt, but of course, I couldn’t. He pulled me back, pressing me against his erection. He let go for a moment, rubbing my butt cheeks and kneading them like he did my breasts. He pulled them close and then wide, exposing my privates to him and the others for a moment. *Spank* I tried to do everything I could not to react. But a gasp and a soft moan escaped my lips. Sam’s hands on my butt were replaced by Alex’s, who then reached up to give my breasts and nipples the same treatment as Sam’s. *Spank* Darryl’s turn. “Look at how they jiggle! It’s cute!” I could feel it, too, my butt jiggling at each strike like a plate of Jell-o. *Spank* The boys got into a rhythm, each taking turns spanking me and groping me before moving aside for the next person. With the three of them alternating, they were able to achieve distinct spankings at a much more rapid pace than any one of them alone. The rapid pace was too much for me to recover adequately from each strike, and soon I was gasping for breath. Distantly, in the part of my mind that was still functioning, I started to notice a pattern in their punishment. Both Darryl and Sam were spanking me higher up, closer to my waist. It didn’t hurt as much, but I knew from experience that that would create the greatest redness on my skin for the amount of pain inflicted. Alex was much less strategic, opting to simply inflict the most pain possible. I found myself dreading his strike the most, every third strike without fail. I’ve heard of torture stories where someone would have a drop of water hit him every couple of seconds, and the unrelenting nature of it was enough to drive him insane. I felt like that person now, except the relentless and never-ending spankings hurt much worse than waterdrops. This continued for what felt like hours. The spanking stopped, but I could hardly tell. My butt was burning with pain, stinging like bee stings. I knew it had to be very red and raw, perfectly on display. "Grab her cheeks and spread them." Fingers touched my skin, and I nearly jumped, instinctively expecting another spanking. Even the slightest touch burned after the abuse they gave my buttInstead, the fingers pulled, and I could feel my butt cheeks being spread wide, exposing everything. *Click* "I think she’s crying,” Sam said. I sniffed, realizing he was right. I didn’t remember starting. Tears and snot covered my face, and I could still feel the sticky cum clinging to my legs and crotch. I felt disgusting. I heard someone step over the barrier. I looked up just as Darryl grabbed a bundle of my hair and yanked, so I was looking right at him. He said nothing, because his eyes said everything he need to. I am going to break you. And I’m going to enjoy this. Darryl grinned and looked at the other two. "Well, I would consider that a success, boys,” he said. “What’s next?” What’s next!? Part 6: The Ride -The boys decide on the next phase of Susan's humiliation, and they take a ride. “I’ve got an idea,” Sam said. I didn’t like that tone. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. “There’s a party going on at Greg’s place, another one of Susan’s exes. I was going to invite her right when she called...” He paused, and I could imagine him taking a moment to look at all of me, from my bare back to my butt, then to the tips of my toes. “...but I don’t think she’ll need an invitation.” The boys were silent as what Sam was suggesting sunk in. “I like it,” Alex said. “Wait,” I said, my throat suddenly very dry, and my heart rate quickened. It felt like it was going to burst through my bare chest. “You said you wouldn’t embarrass me publicly if I played along.” “I didn’t say that. What I did say was I wouldn’t put those pictures on the front page of the school’s newspaper. What people do at that party is up to them.” “That’s not—” “Shut it.” Someone—I'm assuming Alex—slapped my butt cheeks, hard. I squealed, the pain almost too much. I fell silent. “Good girl.” “Tell you what, Suzie. We’re going to go to that party, but we’ll tie you up and put a bag over your head so people won’t know who you are. How does that sound?” How does that sound? I thought incredulously. What kind of a deal was that? I realized, however, that I wasn’t in a position to negotiate anything better. Besides, maintaining some form of anonymity was the only way I was going to keep any shred of dignity. And I knew that if I tried to argue, Darryl would just change the conditions and make it worse. “I...I guess that sounds good.” “Great,” Darryl said. Even though I couldn’t see it, I could imagine the grin on his face. “Alex, go into her room and grab a black pillowcase, and some shoestring.” I heard footsteps behind me go into the hallway and presumably towards my room. “What’s with the panties?” Sam asked when Alex returned. “I thought we should gag her. You know, in case she tries to ask for help.” “Good idea.” “What? No!” The thought of being gagged was terrifying. With my limbs rendered useless, my words were the only thing I had to protect myself. I would be completely and totally helpless. “Please don’t, I just—hmmffh!” Hands grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and shoved blue-yellow panties into my mouth. Pressure. The hands released me. My panties were snugly tied around my head, completely stripping my ability to speak. Next, the pillowcase, followed quickly by the shoestring wrapped around my neck. It was tied snugly enough that I couldn’t just throw it off with my head, but not so tight as to cut off my air flow. “I’ve got another idea,” Sam said. Great. What was it now? “Make her wear her shoes.” “Mmff!” was all I could say. Sam knew I had a thing about wearing shoes without clothes. I felt sooo naked with them on and nothing else. After a minute, I felt shoes being pulled on over my wet feet. I whimpered, desperately wanting to do anything to cover myself. I would’ve done anything, but, of course, my ability to negotiate at all was gone. I felt my hands freed from the handcuffs. I thought about trying to run, but it was pointless. I was blind and surrounded by the boys. Where would I even go? Run out into the streets in the nude? Any hope for an escape was quashed when I felt handcuffs wrapped around my wrists again, behind my back. The second pair of handcuffs went around my shins. I couldn’t run, I couldn’t use my hands, I couldn’t do anything. Hands wrapped around my midsection and I was slung across someone’s shoulder. I began to suspect why Darryl permitted the bag. Yes, it protected my identity, but it also cut my visibility by 95%. I heard a door open, and we were outside. The air was much colder than I remembered it being that morning. Whoever was holding me shifted me on his shoulder like a bag of rice I could hear cars going up and down the street next to the university, and I started to panic. Could people see me from their cars? My humiliation was becoming more real by the second. Inside my bathroom was one thing, but now I was out in public. More walking. A car door opening. “I’ll drive,” Sam said. “Get in.” I heard the other two scramble in. Sam grabbed my head and pushed me down into the car like a policeman. I was stretched across the entirety of the back seat with my front facing up. I realized that was lying on the laps of Darryl and Alex, and I could feel both of their erections through their pants. My shoes dangled over someone’s lap. “Wait,” Darryl said. “Sam, get a picture of her like this.” “Hmmf!” I heard him get out and open the back door. I could have raised my legs or done something to cover my legs, but I couldn’t find the will to do anything except to simply lay there and surrender to the fact that there was nothing I could do to stop him. *Click* As the car started, Alex and Darryl began to touch my body with their hands with abandon. Not just my breasts and pussy, but my stomach, sides, legs, and neck, too. I realized that after my very intimate spanking and with me being completely bound and even blindfolded, they had no qualms with completely exploring every inch of my body. Occasionally, one of them would reach underneath me and pinch my butt, eliciting a groan of pain and pleasure. I wasn’t going to be able to sit for days. Fingers would glide up my chest, tug at my sternum, and then creep through the cleavage between my breasts. A few times, even, one of them slapped the side of one of my breasts, laughing at how it jiggled. I would writhe every time one of them came close to my pussy. Upon discovering this, Alex made sure to focus his efforts primarily on my lower regions, though he and Darryl never penetrated me. Several times he would grab my leg and spread it to touch the crease between my leg and pubic mound. He even tugged on the hair near my privates, a move he knew I enjoyed. It took everything not to screech at his touch. After only a couple of minutes, I was having a hard time breathing, each assault taking the wind out of me. After what felt like an eternity—a whole ten minutes of groping—the car stopped, and the engine turned off. “We’re here,” Sam said. “Let’s party.” Holy crap. Part 7: The Final Humiliation -The boys bring Susan to the party, and her humiliation is completed. Hands grabbed at my shoulders, pulling me partway out of the car before grabbing my waist and pulling me out on my feet. I could hear people talking and laughing. With the darkness of the night and the pillowcase over my head, I couldn’t see a thing. I waited for one of them to put me over their shoulders and walk inside. Instead, they started to walk, two of them holding my arms behind my back. I yelped as I was suddenly off-balance. The arms pulled me back on my feet. As they continued walking, I started to jump to keep up, very aware my jiggling tits and butt cheeks. My shoes plopped on the sidewalk with each bounce, and I was worried about falling flat on my face. Really? That’s what you’re worried about? How about the fact that you’re about to walk into a freaking party buck-naked? Worried about that at all? The cold air was replaced with the warm air of a heater, and I could light through my mostly opaque head covering. I was inside. “Whoa!” “Dude, she’s naked!” “Who is that?” I blushed, suddenly somewhat grateful for the covering. This was a thousand times worse than anything the boys could do to me in the bathroom. I imagined cameras and videos going off and capturing this moment for years. I imagined my faceless body plastered across the college campus. I should have just let Darryl put the pictures in the school newspaper. Which, I realized, he might still do. “Come on,” Darryl said, grabbing me and pulling me forward. “Let’s get you that attention you always wanted.” He pulled me about 50 feet through a hallway and into what I was pretty sure was a large center room. The room was dead quiet, but I could hear the pattering of more people coming to gather around me, like a mob gathering to witness a public execution. Darryl lifted me up onto something about a foot off the ground. A coffee table? “Kneel.” I began to, but not being able to shift my feet or use my hands for balance was difficult. Darryl, seeing my predicament, grabbed me, lifted me up again and folded my legs underneath me, and then deposited me like a stuffed bear. His price for his assistance was a slap to the butt. I moaned without thinking. Realizing that I had just done in front of everyone made me blush underneath the pillowcase. “Sit up,” Darryl said. I straightened my back and realized how much of my pussy I was exposing, completely stretched out by my position. With my butt on my shoes, it gave me like a half-centimeter of height. Not much, but enough to make me feel even more exposed, and the feel of rubber on my bare butt only served to emphasize my nakedness. I could imagine a hundred cameras going off and immortalizing my body. I realized that it didn’t matter what Darryl’s threats were. My pictures may as well be plastered all over campus with the amount of public exposure I was experiencing. The only thing that protected me was the black pillowcase and some shoestring. “Would anyone like to come up and touch her?” What? The boys touching me was one thing, but total strangers that I couldn’t even see? Hands pushed and poked against my stomach and breasts with no finesse or consideration, and I moaned against my gag. Someone started touching my butt, giving me a few slaps and laughing at my squeals. At one point, I counted what I thought were five or six hands on me. The extra height of the coffee table combined with my kneeling made it much easier for others to touch me in places that I wasn’t used to, like the top of my rib cage or my collarbone. Someone was groping my breast while at the same tome someone was stroking their fingers through my hair. “Look how wet she is!” It was a girl’s voice. It sounded familiar. I realized with horror that it was Lily on the soccer team. She was one of my best friends, and I couldn’t bear the thought of her seeing me like this. Again, I held to the assurance that the pillowcase held only by shoestring protected me from ultimate humiliation. “Alright, time to step this up,” Darryl said. His hand touched my stomach, his whole hand flatted on my skin. I shuddered as he slid his hand down like a snake. I screamed into my gag as he inserted a finger into my pussy, pushing further and further with greater penetration than I had ever experienced. I nearly fell off the coffee table as the orgasm overtook me. I shook violently, groaning and moaning with any thought of who was watching. Hands grabbed me and laid me on my side, my pussy facing towards the onlooker. My orgasm climaxed, and I heard people gasp as I felt cum squirt out of me and drip onto the table. “Ew,” I heard someone say. I realized it was Lily. “I can’t believe she did that.” “You want to see it again?” Darryl asked. Quiet affirmations from the group. Oh, crap. Please no. The pressure on my wrists released. My hands were free. Immediately, My hands flew to cover myself, one over my breasts and the other over my crotch. “No, no covering,” Darryl said. He pulled my arms to the side. “Go on,” he said. “Masturbate in front of all of your fans.” What? Cum three times in an hour and a half? There was no way. That was Darryl’s plan, I realized. Make me so dry I would have to spend several long, humiliating minutes touching myself in front of everyone. I wanted desperately to end this horrible night. I spread my legs—giving quite a view to my audience, I’m sure—and plunged my fingers into my pussy while stroking my tits with the other. Immediately, the urge to cum returned. Crap, what was wrong with me? I’ve never cummed so often in such a short amount of time. Was I really so turned on by this? A normal person wouldn’t be able to cum so fast after what had just happened. And I was doing it in front of literally everyone! It’s okay, I thought, trying to hold on to even the smallest shred of hope. No one knew it was me. “Come on!” someone shouted. “We’re waiting for you to squirt!” “Slut! Whore!” I continued stroking myself without abandon, trying anything to get myself to orgasm while groaning and moaning the entire time. A minute passed. Two minutes. Three. I could feel it, right on the edge, but the dam had yet to burst. “Looks like she’s having some trouble,” Darryl said. “Here, let me help.” He pulled my hand away from my pussy. I resisted. I was too far. I had to finish, no matter how humiliating it was. A pause. I felt Darryl kneel down and lean forward. I felt something wet enter my pussy. Darryl was licking me! I shrieked into my gag as I felt his tongue drag up my slit like sandpaper, flicking inside of me like the forked tongue of a snake. Despite what he told me, I tried to resist the oncoming orgasm, but it was like trying to stop a boulder with a piece of paper. I collapsed in ecstasy as my leg spasmed uncontrollably, screaming into my panty-gag. In the haze of recovering from the mind-shattering orgasm, I couldn’t think straight I felt the shoestring around my neck loosen. My body was too spent to resist. I had just enough lucidity to scream into my gag, “No!” just as the pillowcase was lifted off my head. *Click*

The Job Offer byFixitman8267© Dear Emily; I am writing to thank you for attending my quarterly gathering at my home. I really enjoyed your stay at my home this past week. The gold bracelet, included in this package, is a ten-year performer/servant's membership. As long as you wear it you have unlimited access to the club's facilities. When on club property you will be required to be in the same uniform you were in during your stay at my home. You may consider this letter an offer of a full-time position with the club. If you accept my offer please be at the front desk of the main building at 9:00 am Saturday morning for orientation and to fill out the required paperwork. If you choose to decline my offer please return the bracelet to the main desk. You may wear regular clothes for that option. I look forward to seeing you again this coming Saturday. Sincerely, B. Miles You are probably wanting to ask more questions now than before you read the letter. Let me start by giving you a bit of history. If you remember, the letter started out as a 'Thank You' letter, which means I had to do something first. * * * * * * I have worked retail for a big box store for the last five years. I started part-time while I was still in high school and sixteen years old. Making just one dollar more than minimum wage was ok as a teen still in school and living at home. It augmented my meager allowance. Even at full-time after I graduated, it was too little to live on my own much less go to college. Dad was upper-level management in a large marketing firm and made loads of money. Mom was an assistant manager at the store I worked at, but it was nothing compared to what Dad brought in. Luckily, Dad was smart enough to plan for his loss. Whether it was death or unemployment he planned for it. He once said that he loved us so much he would never be happy in the afterlife knowing he left us penniless or struggling. So, with a massive 401(k) and a very large life insurance policy we would be set, right? Wrong!!! No matter how much insurance you pay for there are always bills left over at the end. You see Dad had cancer. He tried everything he could, even experimental treatments, which we all know isn't covered by insurance. So after paying the left over medical bills, paying off the mortgages on the house (yes, there were two), paying off the car and getting me a used one, there wasn't much left. Just over half a million. Living in this upper middle-class house was draining our resources faster than the interest could replenish it, so Mom and I were talking about selling the house and buying something cheaper. That was when I came across the ad. You see, the house we lived in was 6000 sq ft on 5 acres of land and a large in-ground pool. The maintenance and the utilities are what's draining the reserves. So I was looking through the paper to see if something around 2000 sq ft and roughly two acres was available. I found two worth looking at advertised by local agents. I marked them and just kept looking out of boredom. HELP WANTED Young woman 18-25 To serve guests at Private Party. To schedule an interview please call XXX-XXX-XXXX I immediately grabbed my phone and called the number. "Miles residence," came the pleasant male voice. "Hi. My name is Emily Stanton. I'm calling about the ad you have for a server for a private party," I replied trying to keep the nervousness from my voice. "Please take down my email address. Take several pictures of yourself and attach them to the email. Include your measurements as well as your neck. You will have a response within twenty-four hours of receiving the email. Please make sure the pictures are taken with as little clothing as you can. Nude is preferred, but underwear or bikini will be fine," he instructed. "NUDE!? I'll have to think about that. How soon do you need the email?" I asked. "The party is next weekend. We will need to confirm staff and servants by this Thursday," he confirmed. "Alright, today is Monday so that gives me a day to get the email to you and still give you time to get back to me and anything else," I said mostly to myself. "I look forward to hearing from you, Emily." * * * * * * Asking for nudes was unexpected and I wasn't sure I could do it. I grabbed the newspaper and my phone and headed to my room. If I was really going to do this, I needed to get it over with so I could get the email back to him. It was a good thing I was home alone. Mom was salary so she spent a lot of time at work. I was full-time but hourly so I didn't stick around. Mom and I rarely saw each other. So, it was like I lived alone in this huge house. I took off my blouse and skirt and looked at myself in my full-length mirror. The standard bra and panties just wouldn't do. I removed them and looked at myself nude. I knew I was beautiful, but was shy about my body. A bit self-conscious. I took the requested photos: front, back, both sides, nothing too erotic. Considering the nature of the request I could imagine that this would end up being a sex party. There is no telling what the rich were capable of. I was so nervous about sending the nudes that I put off transferring the pics to my laptop. But I continued to walk around the house nude. If I do this party, I needed to be comfortable with my body. It's being nude in front of others that scared me. I walked room to room. Went for a swim, that took the most courage. Then I fixed myself dinner and watched a couple of movies in the living room. I heard the garage door open and knew Mom was home. I shot out of the room and slammed my bedroom door. I took a shower and put on my pajamas and headed back down stairs. Mom had kicked off her shoes at the door like she always does. One of our rules is 'no shoes in the house'. The floors are heated so it is nice walking barefoot in the house. Besides it protects the floors from being damaged by debris brought in from outside. By the time I got back to the living room Mom was in her favorite place with her feet up. I sat on my end of the couch and finished watching my show. After the movie was over, I kissed my Mom good night and headed to my room. I stripped off my pajamas and sat nude at my computer desk and transferred the nude pics to the laptop. Attached them to a new email to Mr. Miles, added my measurements 4' 11", 95 lbs., 28B-24-28. With a neck measurement of 11". I sat there and hovered the mouse pointer over the send button. I brushed my hair and braided it before I mustered the courage to click the send button. There was no turning back now. * * * * * * I was so nervous about the email and the nude pics that I didn't even think about this being the first time I have ever slept nude. I checked my email as soon as I got out of bed. I sat there staring at the email from Miles afraid the open it. It seemed like forever, even though it was just a couple of minutes, before I finally opened the email. From: B. Miles To: Emily Stanton Subject: Job Interview Dear Miss Stanton; During our initial phone conversation, you made it clear you were against providing nude photos. I am pleased that you managed to overcome your reluctance. It shows you are willing to set aside your fears to experience new things. I find your appearance to be more than acceptable along with your courage have qualified you for the next stage of the interview process. Please be at my home Friday at 7 pm. Be prepared to stay the weekend. You will be free to leave at any time, but if you stay until the end at 7 pm Sunday you will have passed and will be asked to return the following weekend. Bring nothing with you except the clothes you have on. Wear a light summer dress and strappy heels. Nothing else. No make-up, no underwear, and no jewelry. Leave your purse in your car. This will be the first test. B. Miles Well, that settles it then. I had my weekend planned. I closed the email and shut down the computer. Went to take my shower before getting dressed for work, sans underwear. After work I dragged my tired body home. Taking my shoes and my clothes off at the door, I carried it all upstairs. I got lucky, I heard Mom move around in her room so I ducked quickly into my room. I don't need to explain my nudity in my room, but in the rest of the house might be a problem. I must be more tired than I thought. I didn't even notice her car in the garage. I stayed in my room hoping Mom would go back to work. Unfortunately, she didn't so I took a shower and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, sans underwear. I haven't worn underwear all week and it is beginning to feel normal. I spent the rest of the evening with Mom. * * * * * * Well, it's finally Friday. I had to work today. Luckily, I got off at 3 pm so I had plenty of time to prepare for my weekend. It was half past three when I finally got home. I was home alone so I stripped. Took a shower and shaved everything below the neck. I applied a moisturizing lotion after shaving and was as soft and smooth as I have ever been. I set my alarm and lay down to take a short nap. My job is more mentally stressful than physical and I always feel so exhausted by the end of my shift. My rest was anything but restful. It was 6 pm and time for me to leave. I put on the summer dress and the heels I had were 4-inch stilettos. A quick run through my hair with a brush and I was ready. I can't drive in heels so I just carried them to the car and drove barefoot to Mr. Miles' home. The gate opened as I approached. Guess I was being watched. I pulled up to the front door and slipped my heels on before getting out of the car. A young-ish woman wearing a maid outfit opened the door. "Welcome to Master Miles' home, Miss Stanton. If you would give me your car keys I'll have it parked out of the way. You are to remove your shoes and dress and give them to me as well. I will take you to Master Miles' study where you will wait for him. You are to kneel on the floor so you do not leave marks on the furniture. Master Miles will be with you shortly," she informed me. As she was instructing me, I was removing my shoes and dress. Now I was really nervous, being in a stranger's house nude. It was most definitely a first for me. The maid noticed me shaking. "There is no need to be scared or nervous, Miss Stanton. You will not be harmed here. I assure you, you are safe here," the maid said. She placed her left hand on the small of my back and lead me nude to the Master's study. She directed me to a spot in from of a nice leather chair. Then put her hand on my shoulder and with light pressure directed me to kneel in front of the chair. I knelt as I was directed. She showed me where to place my hands on my thighs and left the room with my clothes. I was getting bored waiting when he finally entered the room. He stood in the entrance for several minutes before sitting in the leather chair in front of me. The Interview "Emily Stanton. It is a pleasure to meet you at last. Maria tells me you followed her directions without any complaint or resistance," he stated matter-of-factly. "Those are the actions of a submissive. Are you submissive, Emily?" "I don't believe I am, Mr. Miles. I live an independent life. I am not looking for someone to control my life. I do that well enough on my own. I am a successful and efficient department manager where I work. I am certain you did a preliminary background check on me before inviting me here for this most unusual interview. If I didn't mind doing as I was instructed, I could have taken my dress back and left. "I have been nude as much as I can at home getting used to my body being on display. I am only doing this for the adventure and the money, which we still need to discuss. In only a week I have come to enjoy being nude. The thought of attending your party nude in front of others is scary, intriguing, and exciting. I want to experience it at least once. I let my mom know where I will be this weekend if you agree to let me stay," I told him. "So, you're not a submissive by nature but know when to be compliant and obedient as well as when to say enough and leave?" Mr. Miles stated. "Yes, that is a pretty accurate assessment of me. I am twenty-one and know very little about sex. I thought coming to a private party I would get some experience." OMG! I can't believe I confessed that to a stranger. "What have you done? Have you sucked a cock or licked a cunt? Have you had anal?" he asked. "No, I have not done either of those. I have only had sex once with a boy in high school. I haven't really made any effort to date. While I hate my job, I love spending time with Mom," I told him. "If you are willing to go through with this then I have some paperwork for you to sign. One document is the contract for this weekend; it states that you will be nude for the entire weekend and will work as a servant of my household. Maria, the maid you met, will be your trainer and boss for the weekend. You will call her Miss or Miss Maria and will obey her. If you make a mistake you will submit to punishment. If at any time you refuse to accept something you will be dismissed and asked to leave the property. "The second document is a non-disclosure agreement. Saying you will not talk about anything that goes on in this house, or if you go to the club I own, there as well." I signed the contract for this weekend and the NDA, but I was not allowed to sign the contract for next weekend. He gave it to me and told me to keep it in my room until Sunday evening. I was told to stand and follow him. He led me to a small room in the servant's section of the mansion. I put the contract on the stand next to the bed and he led me from the room. I followed him upstairs where we found Maria cleaning a bathroom. The First Weekend "She signed the documents you read. She is yours for the weekend. Make sure she understands what will be expected of her next weekend. According to the agreement if she can't handle it she is free to leave." He turned to me, "Your dress and shoes will stay in Maria's room until you are ready to leave. You will have no access to any clothing until then." "Yes, sir," I said. "Yes, Master," Maria said. Miss, why do you call him 'Master'? If you don't mind me asking." "I was ten years old and living on the streets of Madrid, Spain. I saw him leave a really nice restaurant. He stopped and he was getting into his limo and looked at me from across the street. Without saying a word he crossed the street. Picked me up, not caring that I was filthy and smelled. He put me in his car and we drove away. "I thought he was going to use me for sex but he never did. I have no papers, no certificate of birth and no passport. I am in this country illegally. Master packed me in a shipping crate to get me through customs. I was let out during the flight to America, then put back in after landing to get through U.S. customs. There were two small bottles of oxygen. He made sure the crate I was in was expedited by bribing the customs agent. I was loaded into the pickup that was waiting for us. "I was stripped nude like you are and the current maid cleaned me up. She taught me English and how to be a maid and cook. I apprenticed under her and the cook. I was left with instructions and allowed to work alone when I turned fourteen. By the time I was eighteen the older maid retired. She was in her seventies. I took over as the maid of the house. She called him Master since before I arrived so I just started doing it. No one objected so I still do it. As I got older, I asked about it. We are servants but not slaves. He is the 'Master' of the house so it just seems right to call him that," she explained. "Should I call him Master? I am only here for the weekend and not a fulltime member of the staff. I have been calling him 'Sir' and he has not corrected me," I inquired. "He commanded you to call me Miss or Miss Maria, but if he did not specify what to call him you may continue to call him 'Sir' until he changes it." Over the weekend I was tasked to always be where I could hear the door. It was my job to answer it and announce all visitors. Their responses to my nudity varied. Smiles. Smirks. Comments. But none of them touched me. I lost count of how many times I was spanked by Maria in front of the rest of the staff and guests and occasionally in front of Mr. Miles. Saturday evening, I was clearing the dinner table when I tripped over Mr. Miles' foot as he was getting up. I broke several of the dishes I was carrying. I was terrified not knowing what would happen. Since I was already on the floor I got up on my knees and apologized to Mr. Miles. I began to clean up the mess and Maria helped. When we were done. Miles said. The Punishment "Maria, take Emily to the basement." Then he walked away. "Follow me, Emily. I'm so sorry. The basement is not a place you want to be. It is for punishment only. You are to be whipped," Maria stated. I followed her to the basement and saw several pieces of furniture for lack of a better work. Maria led me to an archway and told me to stand there. She went to a cabinet and brought restraints. She fastened them to my wrists and ankles, then attached them to rings in the arch. I was spread as wide as I could be. Being such a small person Maria had to use short lengths of chain to attach my ankles. That left me almost two feet off the floor. I hung there for a short time before Mr. Miles showed up. During the wait Maria had removed her maid uniform to show she was nude under it. I wondered about that. She had selected a flogger and was holding it until Mr. Miles arrived and she offered it to him. "No, Mara. You will be the one to administer her first punishment. Before you begin, she needs further preparations. I want a collar around her neck, a plug in her ass, and clamps on her nipples and clit," he instructed. Only then did I realize the severity of my punishment. I was truly scared now and tears began to run down my cheeks. "Yes, Master," Maria said meekly. She opened another drawer and pulled out a leather collar. Brought it to me and fastened it around my neck. Now I know why he needed my neck measurement. Once she was done with that she went back to the same cabinet and in another drawer pulled out a black latex butt plug. I had never used one, but I have seen them many times in some of the porn videos I watch. Maria opened a tube of lube and put a generous amount on her fingers. Then put the tube in my ass and squeezed some in. Then slowly one finger, in and out, then two fingers, then three. With each additional finger my moans became louder, my breathing faster. I could feel my pussy getting wet and a growing puddle on the floor. It was embarrassing, but there was little I could do. Endure it or use my safeword. I knew if I quit, I would always wonder. If I endured it I would have an experience for the rest of my life. So, I chose to endure and remained quiet except for my moans of pleasure. After I had reached my first orgasm of the weekend Maria began to work the large plug into my well-lubed ass. The pain of it stretching my anal ring brought even more tears to my eyes and a scream to my ears. But finally, it entered with a plop. I was close to my second orgasm when with a hard slap on my ass by Maria I went over the edge into a massive orgasm. Maria waited several minutes for me to recover before she started to apply the nipple clamps. At first, they felt good. Little did I know she had yet to tighten them. She seated them in the proper position and really began to screw them down. Again, I gave out a mighty scream only to have Mr. Miles shove a ball gag in my mouth. I still screamed just not as loud. I though the last two things were the worst pain I had ever felt. I was wrong. It was the clit clamp that hurt more than I could take and I passed out. By the time I came to, Maria was done and I was still in incredible agony. I was breathing hard and rapidly. Someone had put hooks in my nose and hooked it to the gag strap forcing my sinuses open. It made it easier to breathe. Just as I was growing used to the pain and everything else, my world exploded into a new and excruciating pain. Over and over Maria struck me with the flogger. Twenty-five lashes on my back and butt with the last two directly on my pussy and butt plug. I had several orgasms during the whipping, but nothing compared to the final one when she struck my pussy and clit clamp. According to Maria I was unconscious for ten minutes. Mr. Miles helped get me down and Maria tended to the marks on me. Once I was aware enough to sit up, Maria attached a leash to the collar. I noticed the clamps were gone but the plug was still there and the collar. I asked about the collar and leash. Her only response was to pull on the leash. I had no choice but to follow. She led me to Mr. Miles' study. I was directed to kneel next to his desk and office chair. Maria stood next to me still holding the leash. Mr. Miles finally acknowledged me. "You have passed the first and second test. Now for the third and fourth tests. Third, you will wear the collar and leash until you leave Sunday evening. The plug will also remain in unless you need to relieve yourself. Maria will remove it and put it in the sink. You will take care of your needs. When you wash your hands, you will wash the plug and lube it. You will hand it back to Maria and she will re-insert it. From now until you leave you will refer to Maria only as Mistress and me as Master. Understand?" "Yes, Master." "The fourth test. Every thirty minutes you will suck on Maria's strap-on or lick her ass and pussy to orgasm. Several times during the day she will bring you to me and you will suck my cock and allow me to fuck your other two holes. At no time is she allowed to release the leash. If this is too much for you, you need only reach up and remove the collar and repeat the safeword three times and you will be allowed to get dressed and leave. Do you understand these instructions?" "Yes, Master." "Then show how much you want to be chosen for the party. Crawl over here and take my cock out and suck it. I know you are untrained, so I will teach you what I can in the time we have." All through this Maria, oops I meant Mistress, just stood silently nearby and held my leash. I don't know where Mistress got the riding crop, I looked after the first strike, but I was struck every time my teeth scraped Master's cock. By the time Master finally came in my mouth I received ten strokes from Mistress. "That was the worst blowjob I have ever received, slave. For the rest of the weekend Maria will bring you to me every two hours to practice. I will have guests you can practice on as well." "Yes, Master." "Now turn around, on your knees and elbows. I want to fuck that hot wet pussy of yours." I did as ordered. I heard him remove his shoes and pants then kneel behind me. I knew my pussy was already wet and he wouldn't have any difficulty entering me. I moaned when he roughly shoved his hard cock in my wet pussy. I glance at Mistress and she was squeezing a breast and fingering her pussy while watching me get fuck by our master. "Turn over on your back, slave. Your mistress needs attention, too," he commanded. I rolled over and he re-entered me, Mistress sat on my face and commanded me to eat her. I have never done anything with another woman before. I knew what made me feel good, so I did that to her. I guess it was working as she was enjoying what I was doing to her. We were like that for quite some time before all of us were sated. Master and Mistress rolled off of me and I lay there panting for a few minutes. Master had me clean his cock before getting dressed. I can't believe I am allowing this to be done to me, but I must say it is one hell of an experience. Maybe I am more submissive that I had first thought. I have enjoyed everything so far except the punishment. I must say I didn't like that at all. Mistress wouldn't allow me to shower and clean up. She did say that if I leaked, I had to lick it up. Needless to say, I did a lot of licking or was that leaking. I wondered how Master was going to keep up to the two-hour schedule he set. He didn't. He called in reinforcements. Every hour someone different showed up and treated me like his or her personal fucktoy. I was fucked in every hole I had by both men and women with stap-ons. Singly, in pairs and in gangbangs. I spent a lot of time licking the floor of the great hall (polished marble) throughout the day. I was allowed to shower once every four hours. I wasn't allowed to go to my room. I slept on the floor near the front door. After Master's terrible blowjob I never had another complaint. I learned how to cover my teeth. It all ended by 6 pm Sunday evening. I was allowed to shower and wash my nasty hair before being brought to Master's study. The plug was re-inserted into my well fucked ass about ten minutes ago and the collar and leash remained. Once again I knelt next to Master's chair in the study. "Well, Emily, You passed all of the tests and then some. You performed above and beyond what was expected of you. My guests informed me of how well your performance and technique have improved considering forty-eight hours ago you were one fucking away from being a virgin. What did you think of your time here this weekend?" He asked. "I enjoyed everything but the punishment in the basement. I'm not into pain even though I came several times. If not for the gag I would have said the safeword. I am upset with you for taking away the out you provided in the contract. I consider that a breach of contract, Mr. Miles. "As for the leash and collar, I could do away with them. I am not an animal or pet. I would like to think I am doing this of my own free will, not because I am a prisoner or slave," I told him. "I have a check here for what you are owed for this weekend. You can take it and get dressed and leave and I'll see you this Friday at 7 pm, or you can choose my new offer," he stated. "What is the new offer? I won't guaranty that I'll choose it, but I'll at least listen." "Understood. Instead of going home, what do you think about staying here for the next seven days? You will be working at the club I own but you will sleep here. Maria will work with you on Monday and Tuesday to get you comfortable with the club and its procedures. Wednesday through Friday you will work the club by yourself. Ask any of the staff if you have any questions. "Your chest will be marked with a big 'T' with a sharpie to indicate your trainee status. Maria will drive you back and forth. You will remain nude during the drive as well. If you take the offer you will be given a different collar that has an RFID chip that will allow you unrestricted access to the entire club just as most of the staff has. I'm trusting you with this access. Don't make me regret it. "Saturday morning you and Maria will set up the tents and tables in the back yard. It will take you all day to set up for the fundraiser. Make sure you remember to eat and drink. Caterers will take care of the food tent and setting the tables. Maria will remove her uniform and put on a collar, as well, and join you in serving the guest's needs. "The two of you will clean up Sunday morning after breakfast then meet me in my study where your clothes will be waiting. That is a summary of what will be your life for the next seven days if you choose to accept it. There will be no contract and no safeword until Saturday. This will add a bit of uncertainty to your time here. Your 'roleplay' will be more realistic. I give you my word that you will not be auctioned off or sold. As the contract for the fundraiser states you will be allowed to leave and go home to your mother at the end of this Sunday. Your clothes are on the sofa with your shoes and check. You have fifteen minutes left to decide." With that he and Maria left me kneeling on the floor of the study. I crawled over to the sofa and grabbed my clothes and shoes. I turned and sat on the floor and held them as I considered his offer. Fifteen minutes later the two of them returned. "Have you made your decision, Emily?" Mr. Miles asked. "I know which option I want to choose, but I need to talk to my mom first." "That was expected. I talked to her this morning. She said she can put in the paperwork for FMLA and apply some of your PTO you've accumulated. All you will need to do is call her and let her know you chose to stay all week," he told me. "What the fuck! You told my mom what I was doing here? How could you betray my trust like that? She will be so disappointed in me." I said as I buried my face in my dress and cried. Maria knelt beside me and held me as I cried. "It will be okay, Emily. Master did not tell all." "What do you mean, 'did not tell all'? How much did he tell her?" I asked her. "Emily, your mother is well aware that you hate your job. She is excited that you have been given this lengthy interview for Event Hostess for my club. I told her that you passed the interview process and have been offered the position. I told her that you'd be on salary for $60,000 per year and that you had already filled out the paperwork for direct deposit. I also told her that I would like you to extend your stay for further training before your final evaluation this weekend. If you were accepted by a majority vote of the members you would be offered a ten-year contract. "She said she would see you when you returned home next Sunday night or Monday morning. Call her and let her know whether you are staying or leaving. What is your choice, Emily?" He asked finishing his speech. "I will stay, Master," I told him. Maria took my dress and shoes and handed me my cell phone. I knew it would be a long time before I saw those again. I called Mom's cell and told he I would be staying for the additional training. I knew it would increase my chances of being offered the ten-year contract. "Oh sweetheart! That is wonderful. Mr. Miles told me that if you got the contract, you'd live on-site in staff housing and would never need to touch your pay until the contract ended. Just think of the start you would have. He also offered to buy this house and help locate a smaller house I could afford on my own. I took him up on his offer. However, all of it depends on how this fundraiser event goes. None of the offers are valid unless you are offered the ten-year contract. So, I'll see you Monday?" "Yes, Mom. I'll do my best to get the offer and I'll see you Sunday evening or early Monday. I love you, Mom." "Love you, too, sweetheart." I powered off the phone and put it in my mouth and crawled to Master's chair. I knelt there and waited. Master finally took the phone from my mouth and locked it in a desk drawer. From the same drawer he pulled a metal collar with no apparent lock. After he removed the leather collar, I asked about the new one not having a lock. He said it was magnetic. It looks better not having a padlock dangling from it. I agreed. "The left side of the collar has the RFID circuitry imbedded in it; it is not self-powered. The doors send out a signal that activates the collar chip. If you have access the door will unlock and allow you to enter or exit. If you think the punishment you received in the basement was bad wait till you are caught breaching security. The right side has my family crest engraved into it. That lets all members and staff know that you are my property and are not to be taken from the club property. You are not to leave with anyone other than Maria or myself. I will never tell someone else to take you home so don't fall for it. If neither of us show up let a staff member know and they will set you up in on-site staff quarters. If you haven't heard from me or Maria by Friday night let the Club manager know and he will bring you to the house with a security detail to find out why I am out of touch with you. This is for your protection. "Maria will teach you what you need to know over the next two days. I have given the two of you the rest of the evening off. You need to be at the club at 7 am so get some rest." I made my way to my room, showered and crashed wearing my new collar. I still didn't like wearing a collar like a slave, but the job offer was so enticing. If the $60,000 Mom mentioned was real, I'd be making more than she was. But if it was in a trust till my contract ended, she wouldn't have access to it anyway. The $1.2 million she'd get for our house; she'd be well taken care of on her own. I fell asleep thinking about the club I'd be working at. The Club It seems like I had just fallen asleep when the alarm went off at 6 am. Maria came walking in without knocking. Not unusual. I haven't had any privacy since arriving here. I guess I forgot to mention the servant's quarters do not have doors, not even a curtain. The bathroom is communal as is the shower. Anyway, I sat up as Maria came in. "I am so glad you passed this stage of your testing. We are finally equals. We can use first names with each other. Master will always be 'Master' as long as you are training or under contract. Everyone else is 'Sir', 'Ma'am', 'Madam' or 'Miss'. Because of the sexual nature of your job at the club no one under the age of 16 will be allowed in the club. Sixteen is the age of consent in this state. Come. Let's shower and get ready to leave. When at the club even I have to be naked and wear a collar. I have the key to mine so I can remove it when I get home. I rarely go to the club even though my chip comes with a lifetime membership," she told me. It was 6:30 am by the time we were ready to go. Maria was wearing her maid uniform in case she was pulled over or had to stop somewhere. When we arrived at the club she pulled up to a gate and entered a code. The gate is to employee parking only. She left her uniform in the car. When we approached, our collars automatically unlocked the door for us and alerted security that we were on the premises. We went straight to security and she signed in her keys and introduced me as the new potential event hostess. Security took a sharpie and drew a capital 'T' on my chest. It was explained to me that the letter would assure me that I would not be punished for mistakes while training with Maria and the punishments would be lighter for the rest of the week. All punishments become part of the entertainment on stage. After getting the letter on my chest we left security. The first thing we did after security was breakfast. I missed dinner last night and was starving. After our big breakfast Maria gave me a slow detailed tour and every time we left a place she quizzed me on what we had seen so far. It took all morning to complete the tour. We had our prescribed lunch and was assigned to wait tables for the rest of the day. At 6 pm we headed back to security to log out Maria's keys. Maria let Master know we were home and would start dinner as soon as we had cleaned up. She used alcohol to clean off the 'T' and then we showered. Maria removed her collar and put her uniform back on. We went to the kitchen where the cook had left something for us to warm up. We sat at the kitchen table as opposed to the dining room table where we were not allowed to sit. After eating we cleaned up our mess and a couple of rooms before going to bed. Tuesday morning was similar to Monday; breakfast and tour, only I was the one giving the tour. Maria had a riding crop and would lay into my ass if I got something wrong. I was thankful I only got 5 whacks with it. It still stung for several hours after lunch. We made it through another afternoon of waiting tables nude. Today I had to deal with a few wondering hands. I even came a few times. By this time, I barely even notice that I am nude. Shaving was taking too long each day so Maria introduced me to a depilatory cream. She said the more I used it the less hair I would have to remove until the hairlessness became permanent. Works for me. I was a bit nervous when Maria dropped me off at the club. I went in and straight to security. I got my 'T' and a piece of paper with instructions. After breakfast I was to swim for thirty minutes, then after rinsing the chlorine off I was to seek out the personal trainer. I workout routine was already setup for me. After my two-hour workout and time in the sauna I was to spend the rest of the morning in the spa. After lunch I was to serve the guests in any way they needed me. I guess I was to be a waitress and a whore. Oh joy. I suppose I shouldn't complain. I can still walk away. Yeah, from $600,000 over a ten-year period. I am mostly concerned how living this life will change me. The rest of the week was the same routine. Maria and I had Friday night off and spent it together. Making love to each other and sleeping till morning. After our shower Maria put her collar on and worked with me as my equal, getting the yard ready for the caterers later. By 5 pm we were done. The tents, tables and decorations were ready. The caterers were not due until 6 pm so we showered again preparing ourselves for the guests. The Fundraiser Seven pm finally arrived and Maria and I were standing at the front door ready to meet the guests. We took their coats and other accessories and locked them in a special room. Directed them to the back yard and joined them when the last guest arrived by 7:30 pm. I was surprised to learn how we were to serve the guests. Our arms were bound behind us in a mono sleeve. Our ankles were fitted with restraints and connected by an eighteen-inch chain. Then a tray was hung around our necks. We were to carry drinks and food on the trays without the use of our hands and hobbled. I see a lot of potential for accidents leading to punishment. And of course, I see the punishment happening on the MC's stage. Oh joy. I'm not looking forward to this. The last thing was a penis gag, a leash and a blindfold. We were to be led around blindfolded by employees of the caterer. At least we weren't required to wear heels on the lawn. Talk about a trust building exercise. I don't know about Maria, but I lost quite a few drinks and wore most of them. I earned myself 36 lashes of the whip. After the meal the blindfold was removed and we were used to clear the tables. Ah. A serving tray and a bus tray all in the same night. What else will I be used for by the end of the week? Next up, the entertainment. Us. I was led to the stage where a pillory was erected. My arms were released and locked into the shackles on the pillory. The gag was left in and the hobbles remained. I screamed through my 36 lashes and half a dozen orgasms. Once I was released, I saw Maria being led to the place I just vacated. I watched her receive her 32 lashes. After we were released, we were ordered to mingle, which meant we were to be the fucktoys of the evening. It was 2 am by the time we were released for the night. We were allowed to sleep in till 9 am. How generous of him. We spent the rest of the day cleaning up the back yard. It was 8:30 pm by the time I was led into Master's study. Oops, I meant Mr. Miles' study. My contract expired an hour and a half ago. "Emily, please come in. I must say I am sad to see you go. I have enjoyed your stay. Now for the bad news. Sometime during the event someone paid a visit to the servant quarters and took your dress. I have provided this mesh bodysuit for you to wear home with your heels." I picked up the bodysuit and saw it was transparent. At least it was less obvious than just being naked. I would get pulled over at least. I put it on and then my heels. Maria had pulled my car around front and handed me my keys. I took the check, hugged Maria and said my farewell to Mr. Miles and left. Home My purse was still under the seat where I left it. I felt weird wearing clothes after a week without. I saw that Mom was home, but there was nothing I could do about it. I walked in and she was waiting for me at the kitchen table. I saw her raise an eyebrow but said nothing. "Evening, Mom. I bet you are wondering about the bodysuit." "Not really. I have your dress. I wanted to see if you'd wear the bodysuit or drive home nude. I made a bet with Mr. Miles. He said you'd wear the suit. I bet you'd drive home nude. He said you'd become so accustomed do your nudity that it seemed natural. I guess you were so concerned about what I would think you wore the suit." "You knew?" "Yes. Mr. Miles has been sending me pictures and video the whole week. I even shared some of your video from walking around here. I guess that means you didn't know your father had hidden cameras installed with the security system. Yes, I know about you walking around naked at home. Did you really think I was working all those hours? I was invited to his mansion a couple of weeks before you saw the ad. That's why he asked for nude photos in your initial email. "You will have the house to yourself for the next two weeks. My bet with him was two weeks at the club in the nude like you were. I have the time off already. I noticed your submissiveness back when you were a teen. Even as a department manager you were still compliant and obedient to those in authority over you. The newspaper was mostly real. Only the ad was fake. You were the only applicant since you were the only one to have a paper with the ad. "I knew you were unhappy working at the store, so I made arrangements for you to meet Mr. Miles. He said you flourished during your week with him. Maria is in love with you and is hoping you will sign the ten-year contract. The ten-year contract is real. Many girls have come before you to fill a position on the staff. Some have signed on permanently others have left when it expires. Yours is the first that has required full-time nudity. He has no intention of you being a slave. He will provide a bracelet to act as your security pass. You will be able to serve the members sexually as well as the staff if you choose. The staff and the members were informed ahead of time of your trial period and what they could make you do or do to you. That will be more limited when you are fulltime. "This will be the perfect job for you. You can have all the sex and exhibitionism you can handle, but you will never be allowed to wear clothes again for the rest of your life. Something I know you've wanted for a long time. These last few weeks were not the first time I have caught you running around the house in the nude. I saw the look on your face when you were home alone and able to be nude. So I made arrangements with Miles. His private club had all of the facilities you needed to live a healthy nudist lifestyle." "You are right, Mom. I am truly happy when I am nude." I stood up and removed the body stocking and dropped it in the trash. "When I receive the offer, I will take it. You may get rid of my clothes. Thank you, Mom. I love you." The End

Tomboy by Tina_Kerr_36 Julie, my new neighbor, was my age and 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.’ * * * The End

The Halloween Party by *Lady Lucia* PROLOGUE Marie couldn’t believe it. Could. Not. Believe. It. How could this happen to her? Her parents’ horrifying words still echoed in her head. At Lakewood High, Marie was one of the most popular girls at school for her age. While only sixteen, nearly everyone knew her name. She was incredibly attractive, and the life of the party, and one of those girls that other girls couldn’t help but seek approval from. Or lust after, in terms of guys. Sometimes, Marie still couldn’t believe how far she had come. The ‘perfect’ blonde hadn’t earned her popularity by joining the cheer squad like some did, or by being well loved since childhood and riding that role through life, or through any one catalyst. No, Marie had carefully worked her way to the top. From a freckled, frizzy haired, unfashionable nerdy 6th grade girl in glasses, all the way to a confident, sexy, and practically unrecognizable version of herself just four years later. Whether nerdy or popular, Marie always had two underlying qualities: she was smart, and she was patient. Mere weeks after starting middle school, she began to see a social hierarchy form that made her elementary school cliques pale in comparison. And she resolved right then and there to not get herself stuck at the bottom of the totem pole. Rather than make a desperate grasp at popularity, Marie went home one day and spent an entire afternoon with a notebook, the internet, and her clever mind. Planning every step of the way. By the end of the school year, she would be at the top. Totally transforming her look would be jarring to her friends and classmates that had known her for years. And plopping herself down at the popular table was tantamount to social suicide due to the gossip and ridicule that would follow. She didn’t belong there. Not yet. To start, Marie merely tamed her hair a little bit, and slightly altered her outfits. A little allowance money at Goodwill, a little sewing and tailoring, and she managed to make herself appear more cute than nerdy. Small differences, but not enough to turn heads or draw too much attention to herself. And then she found subtle ways to insert herself into a conversation here and there. Once or twice in gym class, once or twice at lunch. Not to the popular girls and guys, but to those she observed to be somewhere between her current friend group and those out of reach. Before long, she had slowly distanced herself from her unpopular friends and began spending more time with the ones she had been pursuing. Side comments turned into full conversations, conversations turned into lunches, and lunches turned into hangouts after school and on the weekends. At the same time, Marie continued to adjust her look. Her outfits got more pretty, and a bit girly, and she learned how make-up could be used to make her freckles look more attractive rather than childish. She convinced her parents to get her contacts rather than glasses and, every morning, she suffered through the effort to straighten her hair. By the time sixth grade was over, Marie was beginning to have some interactions with the more popular crowd. By the time seventh grade was over, Marie was invited to nearly every party, and had worked her way into the most popular clique at school. And by the time eighth grade was over, Marie had developed some curves that turned out to be the final step in securing the attention she so desperately craved. That last part wasn’t part of her ‘master plan,’ but she had become an expert at creating outfits at that point, and it was easy to work her developing body into an already working system. A few quick trips to the mall ensured that those curves were flaunted in the perfect combination of reserved and teasing that would make guys look, but wouldn't make girls judge too much. Once she started high school, all the pieces were already in place. Despite being a lowly freshman, Marie was one of the most popular girls in her class. She had honed her social skills, had already carefully planned out which social clubs would get her noticed by the older grades, and had filled her private, and very hidden notebook with more and more ideas. Plotting had become an almost obsessive habit that filled her mind whenever she wasn’t busy acting on those things. Now that she had come so far, it was impossible to stop herself from wanting more. The summer before sophomore year, she worked harder than ever. Marie didn’t just attend parties, she hosted them. Her parents were busy with a handful of business trips in June, and Marie jumped on the chance to capitalize on the empty house. Ever the intelligent girl, she went so far as to stash away the breakable things, and pre-bought a ton of cleaning supplies should anything happen. Marie easily got away with it each time, and her parents were never the wiser. When not hosting a party, she was attending one. Or rocking a bikini at a friend’s private pool. Or shopping for the autumn school days, all while gossiping with her girlfriends. She always jumped at the chance to make an appearance to any event that would bolster her popularity. Marie had it all. Before even starting 10th grade, she was on a first name basis with a number of popular upperclassmen. She was invited to everything, and often asked when her next party would be. And, thanks to the way she strutted around in a bikini and casually flirted with a guy or two at the pool, she had a date planned with a hot junior on the soccer team. She absolutely made him work for it, but eventually said yes. Truthfully, she had little interest in dating, but she knew that having her arm around a cute boy was just another way to earn attention at school. But then, everything changed for the budding young sociopath. Unbeknownst to her, there was a reason her parents were taking so many trips in the early summer. When Marie was asked to sit down with her parents, she had braced herself for a lecture about her most recent party. Maybe a neighbor had mentioned it and given her away? Maybe they heard about it from one of her friends’ parents? Lord knows some people were annoyingly honest with their family. But what came next was so much worse than that. The good news was, Marie’s father had accepted a promotion that came with an enormous raise. The bad news was, that job was halfway across the country. It took a few seconds for the words to truly sink in. And even then, she couldn’t believe it, couldn’t fully process it. After everything she had worked for. After she had come so far. Marie was so stunned by the news and so lost in her thoughts that she couldn’t find the words to argue. Like it would matter. As she sat in the living room with her parents, and her parents further explained, it was clear that the decision had already been made. They were moving. PART ONE Popularity. For the past few years, it was all Marie Stevens cared about. So much so, that everything else was a dull blur in comparison. First, she was focused on clawing her way out of her ‘nerdy nobody’ status, and then she was focused on maintaining it. Building on it. Freshman year, she was on the homecoming court, but that only encouraged her to aim higher. Homecoming Queen. Prom Queen. Three more years of careful plotting, and she would be at the very top. So when her parents told her that they were moving, all those lofty dreams came crumbling down. As she packed up her things, watched the house go on the market, and said her goodbyes, all Marie could think about was how much more work this was all going to be at a new school. She put on a good show before leaving, of course, already devising ways to use Facebook and Insta to capitalize on her old friendships a little bit once she was gone. If Marie was being honest with herself, she wouldn’t really miss her friends. A lot of them were shallow, especially the girls, and she was jaded enough to know that apathy would go both ways at the end of the day. When Marie started high school, another girl in her inner circle moved out of state, and she was basically forgotten within weeks. Sure, there were still group messages, Snaps, and likes/comments on social media, but it was easy to see how each of those things became more and more scarce as the days passed. Life moved on. As it would when Marie was gone. She didn’t allow herself to wallow in her misery for long. There was a lot of work to do. The good news was, Marie already had the looks. And, if she played her cards right, the attention of being the ‘new girl’ could be beneficial to her. Marie dedicated the entire road trip to research. The name of her new school was all she needed to get started. Maple Park High. Not the most attractive name, but she’d get used to it. For now, the current students mattered more than anything else. With Facebook and Google at her fingertips, Marie began the obsessive process of learning anything and everything she could. Last year’s and this year’s homecoming court, parties and events that were publicly visible on Facebook, and which girls and boys seemed to host and attend things the most frequently. Names of the most popular people in every grade, particularly the sophomores she would have classes with. By the time she stepped through the front doors on an autumn Monday, Marie had a skeleton of a plan in place. Seasonally appropriate outfit combos hung ready in her closet for two full weeks of school, with a few bonus ones set aside in case she could succeed in getting a weekend invite within the first few days. She had memorized her talking points that had been carefully crafted to make her seem like the kind of girl that should be welcome at the popular table, making sure eliminate any ones that made her seem braggy. The first few days at Maple Park were crucial. Marie would have to find the delicate balance of seeking attention, but in a nonchalant way. After all, it couldn’t look like she was trying too hard. Only unpopular girls did that in a hopeless attempt to get attention. Surprisingly, after the obsessive planning and nervous steps up to her new school, Marie found things a little less challenging than she expected. Maybe it was her appearance, or how comfortable she had become at speaking to just about anyone, but she managed to earn herself an enormous leap up the ladder on day one. A refreshing comparison to the delicate, patient process middle school was. Marie was invited to lunch by a few girls she deemed popular enough, and then everything just snowballed. Obviously, she was still the odd girl out when it came to some inside jokes and long-term friendships, but being the new girl ended up having all kinds of perks Marie hadn’t even thought about. Like the fact that she didn’t know the town at all, which resulted in plenty of “Oh, we HAVE to take you there!” exclamations. Just like that, lunches turned into after school and weekend hangouts. And then, less than two weeks after arriving at Maple Park, she was personally invited to a Halloween party Brooke was hosting. Brooke! The girl was basically the Marie of Maple Park. Most popular sophomore, on the homecoming court both freshman and sophomore year, and a name that everyone brought up in regards to parties and football games. Unlike Marie, Brooke had gone the cheerleader route, and it sounded like she was in the running for Captain after the current one graduated. Brooke’s long blonde hair contrasted Marie’s dark brown, but their hair styles were almost exactly identical. Mid-back and straight, with a hint of a curl at the end. Compared to Marie, Brooke wore more revealing outfits, but they definitely worked for her. The bare legs, midriff, and cleavage certainly got her plenty of not so subtle glances and stares. Ever the studious girl, Marie had stolen plenty of her own observant looks at the blonde, but her only desire was the popular status Brooke had. Marie was already deliberating about whether or not she should adjust her outfits for the new school. Not to copy Brooke, necessarily, but to maybe at least show a little more skin if that’s what worked for the popular crowd at Maple Grove. But before Marie could slowly phase in a new look, or work her way up the social ladder to Brooke and her friends, the popular blonde took the lead and approached Marie in the school halls. The bad news was, Brooke called her ‘Mary.’ Marie had always thought of ‘Mary’ as an old lady kind of name, and was quick to correct Brooke. With a friendly smile, of course; one that wasn’t too much or too little. Thankfully, the girl took the mistake in stride, as anyone outgoing would. The good news was, despite not knowing her well enough to even know her name, Brooke didn’t just want Marie to attend the party. She wanted to include Marie in a group costume with her and her friends. Marie managed to play it cool, and held back the question of “Why?” Ever the opportunist, she wasn’t about to ruin her chance to jump straight to the top of the totem pole this early on. Maybe Brooke had done a curious Google search of her own of the new girl, and saw Marie as a perfect fit for her group. Regardless, Marie didn’t have too much time to think on it. The bell rang before she got to really talk with the girl beyond her invitation, and that was that. Brooke just gave Marie her number, told her to text her name and measurements ASAP, and that she’d send the party details in response. To her credit, Marie managed to keep cool the whole time. After Brooke strutted off, Marie casually walked down the hallway, in case anyone nearby happened to be watching their interaction. But when she got to a more secluded area, Marie finally let herself smile more widely than before. At the other end of the school, Brooke was doing the same, but for a completely different reason. Because Marie didn’t suspect a thing, and had absolutely no idea what was in store for her. PART TWO Today was the day. Halloween. Marie felt her face flush as she knocked on Brooke’s door. Normally, she wouldn’t be nervous, not even when it came to dealing with a girl more popular than her, but her current appearance made her inwardly squirm as she waited for Brooke to answer the door. Marie still hadn’t been told what her costume was, as it would ‘ruin the surprise,’ but apparently it required both glasses and curled hair. She had been straightening her hair since before high school, and had strictly worn contacts much longer than that. Even when home alone, Marie made sure her hair was straight, in case something last minute came up that wouldn’t give her time to fix the natural mess. But, in Brooke’s words, her hair was ‘too perfect' for her costume. The text made Marie smile, and gave her the courage to wear her hair a bit more naturally for her future popularity's sake. Of course, Brooke didn’t have to know that Marie already had a pair of wide brimmed glasses lying around as a backup to her contacts, just in case. If there was ever a short lapse between prescriptions, which was rare, Marie would choose to risk no contacts in public, but still kept the glasses as a last resort for things like driving. Glasses made her feel less attractive, especially due to the connection they had with her younger self. “Hey!” Brooke swung open the door, completely catching Marie off guard. The curvy blonde stood there in just a light blue thong and matching bra, her breasts threatening to spill out of the push-up design. “You’re here early! What time is it?” Marie hesitated, completely thrown off guard by so much visible skin and cleavage, but then she shook herself out of it. “Oh hey, Brooke!” she smiled back, acting like this was a completely normal thing, “It’s just before five. That’s when you said to be here, right?” Marie didn’t know if early or late was fashionable in Brooke’s book, so she erred on the side of early. “Oh, that’s right! I forgot, we still have to get you in costume and all set up for the party. Sorry, there’s a million things to do when hosting a party. It’s hard to keep track sometimes!” “Tell me about it! I had a few parties at my place back at my old school, and it can be a lot sometimes. The food, the drinks-” “The decorations, the music-” “Cleaning the next day!” Both girls said in unison, then giggled together. This was perfect. She and Brooke seemed to have enough in common, and the first conversation opened the door for Marie to mention that she hosted parties of her own. Finally, the blonde seemed to realize her state of undress. “Oh! Come in, come in, before little Luke gets the view of his life.” Marie lightly laughed at her comment, using the ‘reaction’ that was actually well practiced. Not too subtle, but not too obnoxious. Once the front door was closed behind them, Marie decided to take the initiative, and maybe satiate her own curiosity while seeming interested in Brooke’s plan at the same time. “So, what’s this mysterious group costume?” “Patience, Marie!” For what seemed like the first time, Brooke gave her a studious look. “Hmm, your hair still isn’t quite right.” Without asking permission, she reached forward and roughly tussled Marie’s hair for a few seconds. If it were any other girl, Marie may have been tempted to slap the hand away, but she decided to ‘suffer’ in this instance. “Much better!” Brooke beamed, “Okay, follow me.” Brooke pivoted and strutted down the hall, leaving Marie to come to her senses and hurry along after her. Marie could only guess that her carefully curled hair now must have a slightly frizzier appearance reminiscent of her middle school days, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. The scantily clad girl hastily led the way to the basement, making it impossible to stare at much besides her mostly bare backside. The fact that they were going to the basement was a bit odd in itself, until Marie reached the base of the stairs and saw that it was carpeted and furnished, rather than some dingy basement used for storage. “Okay, all your things are set out here!” Brooke smiled, gesturing to one of the sofas. “You can get changed down here, if you want. I’ll give you some privacy. Besides, I still need to set out all the appetizers!” With that, she bounded out of the basement just as quickly as she had led Marie down there. Marie took a moment to gauge the costume, and to give Brooke enough time to leave. It looked like some nerdy or geeky costume from the 90s, but she couldn’t quite place what show or movie it might be from, especially without the other costumes beside it. The light pink checkered blouse clashed with the plaid skirt, and the light orange cardigan clashed with everything. To round out the hideous outfit, there were long red socks set aside for her as well. If it were any day but Halloween, Marie might have vomited at the sight of such an outfit. Then again, nerdy-cute was a thing, so maybe that was Brooke’s angle. Either way, she couldn’t dally. Brooke might be coming to check on her any minute, and Marie was a little less keen about strutting around in her underwear. She hastily stripped off her cute casual clothes and put on the geeky outfit in its place. The socks were even more ridiculous than they looked when Marie saw that they almost reached her mid-thigh. Just as she was looking herself over without a mirror nearby, the basement door opened again and Marie felt instantly validated in her decision to change as quickly as possible. “Oh, it’s perfect!” Brooke clasped her hands together, “You really pull it off, Marie.” Unfortunately, the blonde was still in her underwear, giving no further hints as to what the group costume might be. “What’s the costume from?” Marie asked, feeling a little self conscious about the clothes despite the fact that she was actually wearing something compared to Brooke. Just for good measure, she added a touch of self deprecating humor. “Sorry, I must be totally clueless!” “You don’t recognize it? You’re Nancy, from Stranger Things! I mean, your hair’s a little long, but it will have to do.” “Oh! Yeah, I guess I can see it,” Marie lied. Shit. She hadn’t seen the show in a while, and definitely couldn’t remember some of the visual details. The outfit somewhat fit her memory, though Marie somewhat remembered Nancy wearing prettier outfits most of the time. But the style of the outfit vaguely reminded her of the show, as Brooke planned. Enough so that Marie didn’t question it. “Who are you going as? Eleven?” “Robin, actually,” Brooke said, “I know my hair’s a little too blonde, but it will have to do. Plus I’ll look super cute in the sailor outfit!” Well, at least the light blue undergarments made sense. Before Marie could comment on how cute Brooke might look in costume, the blonde’s expression turned a little more serious. “Can I ask you something, Marie? Are you scared of fun being had at your expense?” “Umm…” Marie trailed off. Normally, she was pretty quick on her feet when it came to conversation, but the bluntness of Brooke’s question caught her off guard. Still, just like the unexpected lack of clothes, Marie managed to recover without too much awkwardness. “I mean, I’m not scared. If it’s lighthearted fun, I can take it as well as I can dish it out!” she said, going with a safe, but confident answer. “Well, there’s just this little tradition my friends and I have when we’re thinking about welcoming someone into our group,” Brooke said. She paused for dramatic effect, then walked over and picked up a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table that Marie hadn’t noticed at all until then, “It’s actually another reason why I asked you here early.” “Oh! Umm, what exactly is the tradition?” Marie let out the habitual ‘oh’ just like before, using the nearly reflexive reaction as a way to give her an extra second to plan out her response. She didn’t know how else to reply. Handcuffs? The jangling of the metal cuffs instantly made her hesitant, and even a little bit nervous, though she didn’t outwardly show it. Brooke just giggled. “Well, it ruins the fun if you know ahead of time!” Of course, she had accounted for Marie’s trepidation. That would be easy enough to push aside. “I know, it’s definitely not for everyone.” Brooke tossed the handcuffs back on the table with a shrug. “There are other ways to prove yourself, I suppose. Do you want to help me with the drinks upstairs?” “Hey, I never said ‘no!’” Marie exclaimed, her heart dropping when Brooke turned away just like that. Marie managed to catch herself and, not wanting to seem too desperate, added a bit of playful confidence to her exclamation. “I can handle anything, Brooke.” “Oh?” Brooke smirked for a moment, but let the wicked expression fade as she turned back around. Too easy. It was too easy! Marie was already dressed for her role in the night’s festivities, and was about to seal her own fate by allowing this. “Well, Marie,” Brooke said, putting on a playful smile to match Marie’s tone, “Let’s see just how much you can handle!” PART THREE For the first time in a long time, Marie had butterflies in her stomach. Before she taught herself confidence and social skills, those first few conversations in 6th grade were absolutely nerve wracking. She managed to keep herself composure on the outside, but was practically shaking on the inside as she prayed her detailed, long term popularity plan would work. Eventually, however, she stopped faking it, and confidence became more natural. Each little tactic in her notebook worked time and time again, and at some point, the nervousness disappeared completely and confidence became second nature. Preparation was key. Marie trusted herself. She trusted the obsessive notes in both her mind and in her notebook, she trusted her developed social skills, and she trusted her general expertise at climbing the social ladder. Until now. The problem was, she hadn’t prepared for this. The hair and glasses had been one thing, as Marie at least had time to begrudgingly accept the look before leaving the house. But then Brooke gave her the outdated outfit. And then Brooke HANDCUFFED her. Not just so her hands were bound together, but so the chains of the cuffs rested on a pipe above her, leaving her arms extended above her. Marie had to stand on a short stool that Brooke found for her so she wouldn’t be dangling above the floor. Marie heard about hazing on some sports teams, cheerleading included, but she had never been a victim/participant of anything like that. Her image of herself had been everything, so she purposely chose clubs and events that would ensure she always had a pristine appearance. No hazing. No subservient internship-like roles. Only things she could excel at; things that would give her a leg up from day one. But if this were the price to pay, she would pay it. New school, new hierarchy, new rules. So she waited. And waited. And waited. Ten minutes passed. Then thirty. Then an hour. Marie had a perfect view of the basement clock, a view that made time almost seem slower when there was nothing else interesting to look at. She could hear the doorbell ring every few minutes, the sound of footsteps above her, and a growing number of voices on the main floor. Just before the hour mark hit, music began playing on the main floor. The muffled music and voices made Marie’s isolation all the more confusing. Had Brooke forgotten about her? Was this part of the hazing/tradition? Marie lasted another thirty minutes, and then she had enough. It had been an hour and a half, and no one had come down to the basement. Her legs were a little sore from standing in the same place for so long, her arms were sore from being elevated, and the handcuffs were getting a little tight. “Brooke!!” Marie yelled. She gazed at the stairs across the room, hoping that the door at the top was thin enough for someone to hear her. “Hey!!” Another few minutes passed, and it became pretty clear that the music and raised voices upstairs were probably drowning her out. She called out a few more times, then let out a dejected sigh, deciding not to hurt her throat with more yelling. The handcuffs and empty basement actually didn’t scare her at all. The years of being stuck in her own head with plotting and thinking ideas through whenever alone gave her a distinct advantage in a situation like this, awkward and stuck as she was. Plus, she was an only child. Being alone was pretty common for her when she was home. If anything, this was just a general impatience, and some annoyance at herself for seeking popularity through Brooke, rather than doing things on her own terms. Finally, after nearly two long hours, Marie heard the basement door creak open and the sounds of voices became more clear without the layer between her and the floor above. Or so she thought. It wasn’t just the voices of a party in full swing, but was instead the sound of voices as they began filing down the stairs. The girl leading the way had to be Brooke, but the long blonde hair and familiar skin tone was really the only clue. Rather than Robin’s sailor costume, the most popular sophomore at Maple Park High was dressed to the nines. An elegant sapphire dress clung to her body, accentuating her curves in all the right ways. It was the kind of outfit Marie would wear to Homecoming or any other event that gave an excuse to dress classy with a hint of slutty. But the reason Marie wasn’t 100% sure it was Brooke was because of the masquerade mask covering half the girl's face, nearly identical in color to the fancy dress. Marie felt a knot begin forming in her stomach, but she tried to shake the feeling. Especially when everyone following the blonde was dressed similarly. Classy dresses or skirt/top combos for the girls, full suits or slack/vest combos for the guys. And every single person descending the stairs wore a mask that matched his or her costume. If there were any doubts about whether it was Brooke or not, her voice gave it away. Brooke began giving instructions to those following her, offering up the couches, love seats, and recliners strewn about the spacious basement. Each piece of furniture must have been in its normal spot to keep Marie from suspecting anything, but now everything was being dragged into a wide semi-circle to face her in her handcuffed position. This was fine. Everything was fine. Brooke had made the point about fun being made at Marie’s expense. And she had been straightforward about the hazing tradition. This was something that all of Brooke’s friends must have done in the past, so it couldn’t be that terrible. And…and Brooke had taken Marie’s sizes! So she must have a lovely dress and mask stashed away for Marie to wear once this part of the night was over. The little justifications calmed Marie in her bound position, despite the whispered gossip and excited and somewhat confused eyes that were filling the room as everyone took their seats. “You don’t have to be scared of the floor,” Brooke said, when all the furniture had been moved and filled. “Oh, and turn that down a bit, Dane.” As the last of the guests made their way downstairs to find their seats, a guy near the end of the line had a bluetooth speaker with him to keep the music going from the main floor. As everyone got settled, Brooke finally turned towards Marie and took a few steps her way. “So are you going to fill me in now, Brooke?” Marie faked a small smile. She pushed down her nervousness at being the center of attention in a way that she hadn’t orchestrated herself, realizing that even the costume must have been part of Brooke’s little game. “Soon, Marie," Brooke smirked, "I hope you haven’t been waiting too long,” The knot in Marie’s stomach tightened at such an expression. Maybe confidence wasn’t the right move. Maybe bailing was the best play. She could still get out of here, laugh it off towards anyone currently watching if they brought it up later, and she could go back to seeking popularity on her own terms instead. “Brooke-” “Hush. No talking right now, okay?” To emphasize her point, Brooke stepped forward and held up an item Marie hadn’t noticed in her hand amidst the well dressed crowd that had distracted her. Despite Marie’s lack of experience with boys, she also wasn’t naive. It was pretty obvious the ball and strap in Brooke’s hand was a gag. Before Marie could protest, Brooke pressed the black ball against Marie’s lips. “Wait-mmph!” With no regard for Marie’s comfort, Brooke roughly shoved the ball gag into her mouth. Marie’s eyes widened at the unwelcome invasion as her lips couldn’t help but part against the pressure. The silicone ball was designed in such a way that it wasn’t necessarily painful against her lips or teeth, but the sensation of her mouth being forced open in such a way was both awkward and uncomfortable. “Mmm!” she looked at Brooke with a pleading gesture, her inability to speak suddenly making her care less about how she carried herself in front of a crowd. “I said ‘hush.’” Brooke met Marie’s eyes. The popular blonde clearly didn’t need to watch her own hands in order to expertly fasten the leather strap around Marie’s head. Ignoring the voices of the crowd, Brooke gazed at her handcuffed and now gagged target, relishing the helpless and confused look in her eyes. Marie had no clue just how many humiliating things Brooke had in store for her. The gag would definitely pale in comparison, starting now. She kept her eyes trained on Marie, speaking softly and calmly. “If you don’t hush, you will be punished. Like so.” And, with no warning at all, Brooke grabbed Marie’s prudish skirt and yanked it down to her ankles. PART FOUR “MMM!!” Marie squealed as the entirety of her legs were bared to everyone watching. The dark blue thong did little to hide anything but her most private area, and her pale thighs were displayed just as much as the rest of her smooth legs. If the crowd was excited before, they were definitely more eager now. However, the gasps and little side conversations were merely a backdrop to the elegantly dressed blonde before her. Brooke was in charge, and held Marie’s fate in her hands. Despite the mortifying position she was in, Marie somehow managed to find a tiny bit of control. It was like wearing a bikini bottom. She strutted around in those all the time, and never minded showing off her legs at the pool. Obviously, this was a VERY different situation, but she at least tried to subdue her internal embarrassment. Instead, she focused on the masked blonde. “Mmm…” Marie pleaded, looking through the sapphire mask’s eyeholes to Brooke’s stern hazel eyes. With the gag so firmly attached, there wasn’t much else she could do but look at Brooke in desperation. “Alice?” Brooke calmly replied. She held out her hand to the side, never taking her eyes off Marie. Within a few seconds, a slightly shorter blonde in a black dress and mask bounded over to Brooke and placed a pair of scissors in her hand. Then she scurried back into the crowd to claim her good seat. “I told you to ‘hush,’ Mary. It’s not that hard,” Brooke rolled her eyes, “Now you will be punished. Again.” Brooke closed the distance again. She pulled at the unattractive orange cardigan, making a decisive *snip* with the scissors just below Marie’s armpit. Marie's eyes widened at both Brooke’s proximity and the act of destroying part of her outfit. If it were Marie’s own clothes, maybe her reaction would have been more extreme, but she somehow managed to stay quiet. “Good,” Brooke smiled, “You learned how to hush. Another sound, and you’ll be naked. Nod if I can keep stripping you, okay?” Marie’s voice caught in her throat. As if she could have spoken if she wanted to. The idea of being naked in front of so many people was horrifying. Ever the obsessed girl when it came to popularity, it wasn’t even shame about her body for Marie. It was how this would ruin her reputation at her new school just as she was starting to build herself up. The ‘nerdy girl that was stripped at the Halloween party.’ That’s all she would be. Compared to the elegantly dressed guests surrounding her, Marie’s outfit looked absolutely ridiculous in comparison. Not that she would be wearing it for much longer. The way Brooke phrased the question was horrible as well. It wasn’t about nodding in agreement to staying quiet. It was about giving Brooke permission to cut off all her clothes. But Marie found herself nodding ‘yes’ anyway. Because it wasn’t really a question. The cruel blonde would do so either way, and Marie was wishfully hoping that her cooperation would somehow make things better. Brooke’s smirk earlier should have been enough to tell Marie that this wasn’t a typical hazing ritual. If Marie hadn’t been sure then, she was damn sure now. “You want this? You’re a nerdy little slut, aren’t you, Mary?” Marie’s cheeks flushed as the cardigan was cut into pieces and unceremoniously dropped onto the basement floor. She had definitely noticed Brooke’s incorrect name for her, but being called a ‘nerd’ was somehow worse. Yet Brooke’s words were just for her. Strangely enough, the crowd hadn’t really been addressed save for being told to sit. Brooke had stayed close to Marie and kept her voice down, and the unusual tactic worked well in keeping Marie confused and nervous. Brooke was stripping her in the way it would happen if the two of them were alone, but still decided to do it in front of an audience. With the ball gag in her mouth, with Brooke’s instructions to stay quiet, and with the scissors so close to her body, Marie just stayed quiet and still. Even as Brooke got to the worse part. Rather than undo the buttons on the blouse, the blonde kept working with the scissors. As quickly as the cardigan was removed, Marie’s cut and tattered blouse quickly joined the ruined cardigan on the floor. Once or twice, Brooke let the cold scissors press into Marie’s skin, giving her goosebumps from both the temperature and the touch of what she knew might accidentally hurt her if she moved an inch. Just like that, Marie’s matching bra was on display. The lace dark blue bra matched her thong, and pressed her breasts together for a decent amount of cleavage. Marie’s B cups weren’t nearly as impressive as a number of other girls she knew, so most of her bras were picked to help her out in that department. However, she normally paired them with the proper outfit. Alone, the bra just enhanced her slightly slutty appearance. Brooke stepped back to admire her handiwork. The handcuffs kept Marie’s arms securely bound and raised above her, and the underwear combo might normally be sexy under normal (albeit a bit kinky) circumstances. But the black ball gag clashed with the blue, as did the long red socks. Not to mention the pink checkered skirt pooled around the girl’s ankles on the stool below her feet. That part was planned as well. With Marie’s ankles caught in the fabric, she wouldn’t be able to kick too well for the coming parts. And if she did, she would risk losing the only article of clothing left aside from her underwear. The nerdy glasses and curly, frizzy hair was just icing on the cake. “Alright, now we can begin,” Brooke smiled, turning to the large semi-circle watching with anticipation. No matter what she had planned, it was obvious that everyone present was enjoying the sight of such an exposed girl. The girls, because Brooke knew the ones that she invited loved a good show. The guys, because they were guys. “Everyone, this is Mary. She just moved here, and thought she could just show up to my party without a costume or an invitation.” Marie could only watch in horror as Brooke lied to everyone. The unattractive name. The implication that this was how she normally dressed. And with the handcuffs and gag, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. After the giggling subsided, Brooke continued. “Well, I said she wasn’t welcome, but the nerdy girl said she would do anything to stay. Turns out, she’s a wannabe slut. You know, a virgin who pretends to be all kinky for attention. So I decided to give her the attention she wanted.” Brooke paused for effect, then held up the scissors. “Now then. Who wants to see Mary’s boobs?” Everyone cheered in unison at Brooke’s question, while Marie felt the knot in her stomach tighten. No. Please God, no, she thought. Of course, Brooke wouldn’t show that kind of mercy. “The people have spoken!” she grinned, the mask making the expression look more dramatic. With no hesitation, she turned back to Marie and opened the scissors around the bridge between the two bra cups. The cool metal on her skin made Marie shiver more than the first time, and she could only look on in horror as Brooke prepared to ruin the expensive bra. Please don’t. Marie tried to show the words with her eyes, still somewhat worried that making another muffled sound through the gag might annoy Brooke even more. Though it was getting difficult to tell if it was real annoyance, or just part of the show that Brooke seemed to be separating between Marie and her audience. “I bet they’re smaller without that push-up bra,” Brooke smirked. Considering how she was flaunting her own body earlier to fluster Marie, the masked blonde was plenty familiar with when cleavage was real or fake. Like before, Brooke’s voice was quiet. Meant just for Marie. “Let’s find out, shall we?” And, just like that, Brooke snapped the scissor blades together. PART FIVE Marie winced as she felt her breasts drop to their natural positions as the ruined bra loosened around her chest. Her B cups weren’t necessarily small, but they definitely shrunk in appearance when no longer helped by the push-up bra. Brooke made short work of cutting the lace bra to shreds, dropping the tattered straps and each individual cup to the ground. Being a girl with expensive underwear taste herself, Brooke knew that ruining such a nice bra would just be adding insult to injury. The image of Marie’s pale, unfettered breasts was just too good, and her little pink nipples already seemed to stiffen a bit from the cold of losing all her clothes so quickly. “Aren’t they cute?” Brooke sneered, this time addressing the crowd. Now that her ‘work’ on Marie’s bra was done, the cruel blonde stepped aside and handed the scissors back to Alice. “The virgin Mary, everyone.” Moving to the side made it easily possible for every single person to have a perfect view of Marie. Fully topless. Only wearing a blue thong and ridiculously long red socks. Still handcuffed and gagged, standing on a small stool like a tiny, makeshift stage. It didn’t take long for the chorus of giggles and comments to turn into requests for Brooke to do more. But ever one for showmanship, Brooke merely held up her hand, waiting for the whole room to quiet down the way a teacher might do when trying to silence a classroom. “Patience, everyone,” she finally said, the edges of her lips curling up, “We have plenty of time. Why rush the fun?” The best part was, Marie’s nudity wasn’t even all she had planned. Brooke was fully determined to ruin Marie’s reputation beyond repair. So far, it seemed like the bound girl didn’t even know why Brooke had targeted her so hard. But she was about to find out. The masked blonde strutted back over to Marie, slipping one hand around her neck in a weirdly intimate manner. The feeling drastically contrasted the helplessness and humiliation Marie felt at her chest being exposed, and there was nothing she could do about her topless nature or Brooke’s touch. Every single important person in her new school was seeing her boobs! How would she ever come back from this? “This will be no fun if you’re gagged the whole time,” Brooke said. Once again, she spoke softly so there was no way her voice would be heard over the music, even if the room had quieted down for the most part. “Here, Mary. How’s this?” In an expertly practiced motion, Brooke loosened the leather strap with just one hand, but only enough for the ball gag to not be forced in place. With her other hand, Brooke slipped two of her fingers under the waistband of Marie’s thong. “Mmm!” Marie immediately squirmed at the thought of losing her last shred of clothing, and awkwardly used her tongue to remove the gag as quickly as possible. She felt the damp silicone hit the front of her neck as the strap held it in place, but she had more important things to worry about right now. “Brooke, please! Please stop. Please let me go!” Marie could feel the water forming in her eyes, but forced the tears back. She was long past the point of trying to play it cool, but she still didn’t want to be seen as naked AND weak. The begging in itself made her inwardly cringe, but she didn’t know what else to do. Why would any girl do this to another girl? Surely Brooke knew how mortifying it would be to be so exposed. In front of so many people. Marie heard rumors of some girls earning their popularity by being cruel, but, until now, she always thought they were just rumors. Marie’s tactics had always been practiced and planned out, but never at anyone’s else expense. “You really are a self-centered bitch, you know that?” Brooke muttered. She gave a teasing tug to Marie’s thong, and kept her voice low so it couldn’t be heard by the excited, masked crowd. “Honestly, I’m not surprised. It’s why I talked to you face to face. Something told me you’d be too oblivious to figure it out.” “No, don’t!” Marie’s gasped when she felt the waistband of her thong being lowered. “I-I don’t understand…” She froze, realizing that any further squirming might give Brooke an excuse to make this worse. While she was helplessly cuffed and still partially dangling, there was really no way to free herself. She was totally at Brooke’s mercy. Brooke placed a finger to Marie’s lips. “Hush, Marie.” While her other hand hadn’t given another tug, her fingers were playfully rubbing and twisting at the thin fabric, constantly reminding Marie how easy it would be to lower the dark blue thong even more. “Since you’re too dense, I’ll spell it out for you. Brooke is my middle name. My first name is Eleanor. Eleanor Brooke Anderson. Some people used to call me-” “Ellie!” Marie said the name in unison with her tormentor, her eyes widening in realization. Even with the blue mask blocking most of the girl’s facial features, Marie vaguely recognized the hazel eyes through the eye slits, and the long blonde flowing over her shoulders. Now that Brooke gave her a not so subtle hint, of course. How had Marie not seen it until now? Brooke’s invitation, their conversation when she arrived. There were plenty of opportunities for her to see the girl’s features in broad daylight, rather than behind a mask, but Marie still hadn’t recognized her. “Ah, ah, ah.” Brooke pressed her finger a little more firmly against Marie’s lips. “I said hush.” She waited until it was clear that Marie was going to comply, then continued in the quiet conversation just meant for the two of them. “You know, I barely recognized you when you showed up at school. I might not have been able to place it all by myself. But thankfully, my parents mentioned how you and your family were moving here.” Shit. That’s right. This wasn’t some crazy coincidence. Ellie’s parents worked at the same company that Marie's dad did. That’s how Marie met her in the first place, back in elementary school. Yet another detail that was long forgotten until now. And, unlike Ellie’s parents, Brooke’s parents hadn’t mentioned anything about the Andersons. Or maybe they had, and Marie had been too lost in her shock at the move to have paid attention. “Yeah, you’re not the only one who can give herself a makeover. You know, you dropped me and Lucy like it was nothing. I bet you didn’t even know that I moved at the end of 7th grade. You were too busy with your new and improved friends. Well, it turns out reinventing yourself is pretty easy when you move. For me, at least. I think it’s going to be MUCH harder for you.” “Ellie, please-” The words were a little muffled from trying to say them through her old friend’s finger, and Marie immediately regretted saying anything at all. “I. Said. Hush.” Brooke emphasized each word with a downward tug of her lower hand. This time, Marie felt the waistband of her thong actually dip below her hip bones. “One more word, and you’re naked. And if that word is ‘Ellie,’ it’ll be worse than that. Trust me, I can make it worse.” “Mm!” Marie felt herself stiffen, blushing hard at the little squeak she made in response to feeling just how close was to being exposed. But she did as she was told. Slightly shivering from her bare body being exposed to not just the masked eyes, but also the chilly basement air, Marie managed to clamp her lips shut, obediently staying quiet. “Better.” Brooke said. It had been long enough that a few of the people in the restless crowd were starting to demand for more action again. Cries of “Strip her!” and “Take it off!” Brooke smirked right at Marie, enjoying the cheers that came from such inappropriate demands. After what felt like an eternity of suspense, Brooke tapped Marie’s lips twice, reminding her to hush, then turned to face the crowd. “Patience, remember?” the elegantly dressed blonde gave a calm smile, content to take her time. She even went so far as to take a few steps away from Marie, so her nearly naked body was fully on display to everyone. “That means you, Nathan. Yeah, I know that was you.” The audience laughed a bit at the boy being called out, but the masks made it impossible to tell where Nathan was. Not that Marie knew many of the people there by name yet anyway. Brooke didn’t seem to care, and was happy to continue running her show without lingering on the masked boy’s remark. “I think the little nerd deserves a chance to earn her modesty. Fair’s fair, right?” A chorus of groaning and boo-ing followed her question, but Brooke just held her hand up for silence, giving a wry smile to the crowd. “Don’t worry, we’ll still have some fun with dear Mary in the process.” Marie dangled in mortified suspense, not knowing what her old friend had planned. She still couldn’t believe her eyes. This was Ellie. The short, quiet girl she knew in middle school had transformed into a tall, confident bombshell that could control a room with a mere hand gesture. Considering Marie’s own transformation, it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility for another girl to do the same, but Ellie was the last girl she would have expected to change so much. And now Ellie wasn’t just a popular girl. She was a popular girl with a vendetta. “For starters, it’s Halloween! And Mary hasn’t had any candy yet,” Brooke grinned. She extended her arm in a dramatic fashion, and another masked girl strutted over and placed a single lollipop in Brooke’s hand. “Remember, Mary. Hush, or I’ll drop your thong.” Brooke came back over to the handcuffed girl, slowly unwrapping the round sucker. The plastic wrapper had the familiar Dum Dum text, but it wasn’t one of the tiny ones Marie remembered having as a kid. It was a mega sized one, and a matching blue to Brooke’s mask. Marie couldn’t help but wonder if that was intentional or not. “Now, I’m not going to show them,” Brooke quietly said, going back to a volume only she and Marie would hear. She gently took the front of Marie’s thong, giving a threatening tug, “But you don’t mind if I take a look for myself, do you?” Marie’s light blush turned into a full on crimson when she felt the draft between her legs. It took everything in her not to protest as Brooke slowly pulled the waistband away from Marie’s skin. She could only helplessly watch as Brooke stared down at her little slit that was no longer protected by the thong. “Hey, she’s a natural brunette!” Brooke exclaimed, this time loudly enough for everyone to hear. Marie awkwardly squirmed when she saw those off to the sides trying to get a look, but Brooke had been careful to only pull the thong far enough away that she alone could see Marie’s most private area. Brooke ignored the begging from the crowd, instead directing her attention back to Marie. She told Marie to stay still, and the bound girl reluctantly obeyed, more stiffening than relaxing until she was perfectly still. It was even worse than being gagged. She was perfectly capable of talking, but Brooke still set it up in a way that making a sound would cause more trouble than it was worth. “Trimmed like a proper girl, I see,” Brooke smirked, “I prefer to stay smooth, but hey, you do you,” she said. The masked girl cared little about Marie’s sexuality, but figured a visual like that would at least make the girl a little uncomfortable regardless. Brooke popped the blue lollipop in her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue for a few seconds as she licked and sucked, then pulled it out again. All the while, she kept Marie’s thong pulled out to keep her nervous and embarrassed. “Hmm, it’s a little bland. I don’t think you’d like this, Mary. But maybe if it had a little more flavor?” The edges of Brooke’s lips curled up as she once again cast her eyes down to Marie’s exposed slit. Then, without hesitation, she lowered the blue sucker down, earning excited whispers from the onlooking crowd. Marie understood. She instantly knew what Brooke was getting at, but couldn’t find her voice or the will to unfreeze herself. She found herself too torn between wanting to keep her modesty and wanting to keep her dignity. And then it was too late. The sticky lollipop, still partially wet from Brooke’s mouth, was pressed up against her lower lips. Marie opened her mouth to say something, anything, but Brooke was ready for her. “Tell me to strip you, and I’ll stop.” Brooke whispered. She slowly, VERY slowly rubbed the red sucker against Marie’s outer lips, at least being ‘kind’ enough not to say anything when the girl twitched a little at the contact. After a few seconds of Marie staying silent, Brooke took that as permission to continue. Turning to the crowd, she finally raised her voice again. “This is the problem with virgins. Their innocent little pussies can be so stubborn!” At those crude words, Marie’s cheeks felt hotter than before. She knew that Ellie was just trying to play up the nerd reputation, but her ex-friend was right. Sex had never really been a priority for Marie amidst her popularity system. But her virgin status wasn’t even the reason Brooke hadn’t made any ‘progress.’ Her subtle movements with the lollipop only gave small rubs, rather than any kind of pressure. Yet only she and Brooke knew that. The oblivious guys watching would assume that Marie was a tight little virgin due to those words, even though that wasn’t how vaginas worked. Under normal circumstances, being a virgin wouldn’t be so bad. Popularity and virginity could easily go hand in hand, as Marie had balanced back home. It was actually weirdly effective on a lot of boys when used in the proper way. The popular girl who kept her virginity was alluring, rather than anything to be ashamed of. But pairing nerdiness with virginity? It was an obvious assumption that the two went hand in hand, and plenty embarrassing to Marie, considering that she wasn’t really a nerd. She was a popular girl. Emphasis on WAS. The thoughts raced through Marie’s head, until she was unexpectedly shocked out of it. With absolutely no warning, Brooke shoved the lollipop against her slit. The movement elicited a gasp that Marie couldn’t hold back, and then she felt it. The lollipop was inside her. PART SIX “Ah!” Marie gasped. Her tormentor had only sucked on the lollipop for a few seconds. Not nearly long enough to smooth out the rough bits of the sticky sphere. And once the Dum Dum was inside her, Brooke wasted no time in slowly spinning it around to add to the mortifying discomfort. It pressed and scraped against her in all the wrong ways, and Marie couldn’t help but gasp and wince at the awful sensations. “Shh…” With her other hand, Brooke went right back to pressing her index finger against Marie’s upper lips. “You don’t want everyone to think this excites you, do you?” Marie blushed deeply. It wasn’t just the unwanted, awkward penetration. Ellie’s voice was a strange combination of patronizing and seductive. It was all too much. Her old friend doing such things to her, and making such valid points at the same time. The whole room would think such a weird act was exciting her. Gasping and wincing could easily be mistaken for pleasure from such a distance. Only Ellie was close enough to see the obvious discomfort. She thought the lollipop being spun inside her was bad, but it only got worse from there. When Brooke got bored of that, she shifted the makeshift toy up, then over, then down, then over. Marie realized what she doing only after the fourth movement. Her masked ex-friend was drawing a square with the sucker, and repeating the motion again and again. No girl would ever touch herself this way, nor would even the most inexperienced sexual partner. Brooke went to each ‘corner,’ pushing and pressing just enough for Marie to make a face, then moved to the next one. To make it worse, Marie had to look at Ellie’s amused smirk the whole time. Closing her eyes was NOT an option. Though nearly every movement made her want to do so, out of discomfort and awkwardness rather than pleasure, she knew that was the quickest way to make everyone think she was enjoying Ellie’s fun. When it was clear Marie wasn’t going to attempt any more protests, Brooke finally removed her index finger from the bound girl’s lips. “Nod if you want me to stop,” she said. For good measure, she punctuated the words with a little spin of the lollipop before pressing a little harder against one of Marie’s walls. “But no speaking, Mary.” Marie blushed, but did as she was told. Hoping Brooke was being serious about stopping, Marie nodded and kept eye contact with the masked girl. Trying her hardest to ask for mercy in her bound position. “Here’s the deal, Mary.” Brooke said. She stared back at Marie’s hopeful eyes with a cold expression. No longer sounding amused, Brooke spoke bluntly, “You have two choices. I take off your thong and let everyone see you, all of you…” she paused, letting those words fully sink in, then continued, “Or you can taste yourself.” With that, Brooke popped the Dum Dum out way more roughly than she had inserted it, causing Marie to wince all over again as the rough edges rubbed against her outer lips. Brooke expertly maneuvered Marie’s thong away from her most private area and removed the blue sucker without it rubbing against the fabric at all, then held it right between their faces. The threat of being fully naked in front of the whole party was enough to keep Marie quiet, though the gasps and whispers from the crowd realizing what was about to happen made her blush more deeply than before. “Open wide, Mary.” Unlike before, Brooke didn’t press the Dum Dum to these lips. She didn’t need to push the sullied candy forward to make Marie obey. Between being naked and being humiliated, it was clear which option the bound girl was leaning towards. Marie gave one last helpless look to her old friend, but found no mercy waiting for her. Half her new school was already getting an eyeful of her bare boobs, bare thighs, bare everything, and this was the only way to preserve the final bits of her modesty. Marie wasn’t an idiot. She knew that Brooke could always pull down the thong anyway afterwards, but Marie had to try. Refusing was the only sure way to be stripped fully naked. Cringing internally, and taking a deep breath through her nose to try and calm herself, Marie did as she was told. She opened her mouth. 7

The New Rules By SuperEvil Chapter 8 The kids all headed downstairs into the living room, ready to make their way out the back door for their basketball game, but ran into the adults who were just finishing their coffee. Where are you guys going? Mr. Moss asked the group. Daddy! Hes making us go outside! To play basketball! Like this! Heather whined, pointing at Adam, hoping to get out of the game. Oh, thats a nice idea, Adam. his mother enthused. She looked over at the other naked woman, sitting next to her. He invited Abbie to go play with him and his friends just yesterday. Im so proud of him, making sure to include his sister in their game. She smiled warmly. Oh. That is nice. Mrs. Moss commented. Hold on Her husband started to say, but his wife interrupted him. You kids go on ahead and have your fun. Youre father and I were about to head home anyway. But mom..! Heather started to complain. But dear..! Her father started at the same time. If I hear BUT one more time today..! The woman huffed out. How will we get home? Heather asked. You have legs, dont you? You can walk. Naked!? Sure, naked. Abbie came over to our house naked this morning, and youre going to be naked outside playing basketball. Just get used to it, Heather. Mrs. Larson has been explaining how girls are allowed to be naked anywhere in this city. Youre going to be spending a lot of time naked. I think Itll do you some good, and help change that attitude youve been getting over the last number of months too. Heathers heart sank. Everything Adam had been gloating about earlier was actually coming true. Come on, dear. she said, dragging her husband out of the house before he could start complaining again. Alright. You kids have fun. Mrs. Larson said as Adam led the group through the kitchen and out back. Out in the driveway, Gary got in the van, but made sure the other doors were still locked as he started the engine. As Rachel tried pulling on the door handle, he put it in reverse, slowly inching his way down the driveway. "Gary! What are you doing!?" His wife pounded on the passenger window a couple times. Gary cracked the window a little, still slowly inching the van backwards. "I just thought you might like to walk home, dear." He smiled smugly at her. "Gary!" She called out in exasperation, as the momentum of the van started to pick up from the incline of the driveway. She started getting really worried, trying to keep pace. "COME ON, GARY!" Gary loved the way his wife's boobs were jiggling, and thought the look she had on her face was hilarious, as she tried to keep up with the van. He let the van come to a stop when the back wheels exited the driveway, and finally unlocked the door for her. His wife caught up, getting in, and gave him an annoyed but slightly amused look. "You're lucky you stopped!" "Hey, you said it was perfectly fine for the girls to walk home naked. I just thought you might like the experience yourself, Rachel." He chuckled as he pulled the van the rest of the way out of the driveway, and put it in drive. "Oh! Just you wait until we get home, Gary!" She gave him a mean look, and then switched to a sly flirtatious smile. Out back, Adam went into the garage, to retrieve the basketball again. Abbie, who had spent the most time out of all the girls naked outside, was feeling a bit more at ease than yesterday, but now knowing how much it aroused her being outside, from her punishment that morning and then her jog with Blake, was finding it hard to focus on anything but the strong tingling feeling in her nether regions. She was starting to get as wet as she had been earlier while outside. She looked over at Blake, who looked down at her pelvis, and then gave her a little wink, causing her to shudder in response. Gwen, whos only time spent naked outside was the walk home yesterday, and the walk over today, was finding out the experience was a little different now, knowing she would be outside at least until the game was over. With it going to 50 points, she knew that was going to be quite a while. Her nipples stood up as the cool evening breeze tickled them. Heather and Lilly, who had basically spent no time naked outside, were the most nervous out of all the girls. At this point, this was now the longest they had ever spent outside in the nude, and time seemed to drag to a crawl as they waited for Adam. Neither one was really enjoying the situation, wondering if anyone would discover their nudity, or if maybe someone already had. They kept trying to peer into the windows of the neighbor's houses from where they were standing, to see if anyone was watching them. They both were a little jumpy, listening to the sounds of who knows what off in the distance. Heather tried to cover herself, when one of the boys gave her a leering look. Cody or Travis, she wasnt sure which was which, but the boy just said, No covering. and Blake gave his sister a look, so she slowly dropped her arms back down. Completely relaxed, Madeline had no reservations about being naked outside. With the explanation her mother had given her and the other girls yesterday, plus all the wonderful attention her brothers, Timmy in particular, were paying to her, she thought being naked was the most natural thing in the world now. She was happy to be included in the basketball game today, loving that her older brother was thinking of her too. Adam came out of the garage with the ball, letting the door slam shut again, causing all the teen girls to jump a little. Heather and Lilly the most in particular. Sorry. We have to get that fixed sometime. Adam gave them a sheepish look. Alright. I thought we should all stretch and warm up a little, before we start playing. Dont want anyone pulling a muscle. Especially you cute naked girls. He threw the ball into the basket, letting it bounce and roll over to the lawn. Abbie, will you lead everyone in some stretches? Me? Why me? Cause you are on the track team, and know what to do. None of the other girls are on any sports teams here. Are you? The other girls all shook their heads. What about Blake? Hes on the track team too. Thats alright Abbie. Blake spoke up. You can lead the stretching this time. He smiled and winked at her again. Abbie gave a little bit of an annoyed look to Blake, and then a totally annoyed look to her brother, before sighing and heading over to the grass. The group followed her over, all lining up and facing Abbie. Alright. Everyone copy what I do. she said, starting to stretch her arms. The boys were loving it immediately, watching as each girls boobs seemed to change shape as they stretched their arms this way and that. The boys weren't really putting much effort into their own stretches, more enamored with watching the girls stretch. Next, Abbie started bending over at the waist, touching her toes. The boys all moved back, to stand behind the four other naked girls, and were treated to each girls pussy lips peeking out from between their bare legs as they all bent over as well. The boys made no attempt to do the exercise this time. Abbie just rolled her eyes at the boys as she straightened back up, knowing what they all must be looking at. The other girls didnt seem to notice what the boys had done. Abbie sat down on the grass, with her legs closed, stretched out in front of her. She leaned forward, grabbing her toes easily, used to this kind of stretching. The other girls copied her, each with their own level of success, and the boys, figuring they would be noticed if they didn't follow along this time, also sat on the ground and copied Abbie. Blake, noticing Abbie was about to get up, called to her, Dont forget to do the open leg stretches as well. and gave her a little smile. Abbie felt a little twinge of excitement in her pussy at Blakes words, and her face turned just about as red as a tomato, but she did as she was told, and opened her legs in front of the group, leaning over towards one leg, and then the other. The girls copied Abbie again, happy not to be her, as her open pussy was now completely exposed to everyone present. The boys, who had sat down in line with the girls, also copied the exercise, all enjoying the view of Abbie. As they leaned forward, each boy realized they had a good enough vantage point to look over at the exposed slit of the girl sitting next to them as well. All the girls blushed in reaction, except Madeline, who just beamed at her twin brothers stare. "Alright. I think that's enough for now." Abbie said, getting back up and brushing her backside off a little. The other girls got up and seemed to automatically do the same, not wanting any grime on their own butts. The boys just enjoyed the way the girls butts jiggled a little from the brushing, as they got up themselves. "So which team gets the ball first?" Adam walked over and grabbed the ball, as they all headed back out into the driveway. "How about we pick a captain for each team, and the captains throw free throws until one misses. The one who doesn't miss gets the ball." "Alright. We pick Abbie." Gwen said, pushing her forward a little. The other girls nodded along. "Why me? Again?" Abbie looked back at the other girls, a little annoyed. "Cause you're the only athlete on our team." Gwen explained. "Alright." Adam said, tossing Abbie the ball. "Blake?" "Huh? Oh uh, sure. If that's ok with you guys." The other boys all nodded their heads, so Blake stepped over towards where he guessed the free throw line would be, if there was one. Abbie came over, and put the ball into Blake's stomach, a little forcefully, making him let out a little grunt. "You throw first. That way if you miss, I don't have to go." Blake took the ball from her, lined up the shot, and threw the ball. Nothing but net. He smiled a smug smile, as the ball made a swish sound. Your shot. Nobody seemed to be getting the ball for her, so Abbie jogged over to retrieve it herself, causing her breasts and ass to bounce as she moved. The boys were really enjoying the show now. Abbie came back to where the line would be, ready to take her shot. She thought about faking a miss, similar to what she was doing to get out of the game yesterday, but she was also quite competitive, especially when it came to competing with Blake. So, she threw the ball, which hit the backboard, and it went right in. Your turn. she gave him a smug look of her own. Blake got the ball, which had bounced back towards the two, gave a little jump, and took his shot. The ball went in once again, and Blake just watched in amusement as Abbie was forced to get the ball again. Abbie came back, ready to shoot the ball. Blake couldnt resist this time. As Abbie jumped in the air and released her shot, he gave her ass a little slap. Hey! Abbie yelped, and then giggled, looking amused and astonished at her new boyfriend, but the ball ended up going in anyway. Everyone started laughing, all except Heather, who just gave everyone an indignant look. Thats not fair! Whats not fair? The ball went in. Adam said. You want her to throw again? No But its not fair! This whole thing isnt fair! Heather started throwing a fit. I SHOULDNT BE OUT HERE LIKE THIS! NONE OF US SHOULD BE OUT HERE LIKE THIS! YOU KNOW WHAT, SCREW YOU GUYS! I'M LEAVING! She took a couple steps away from the group, but her brother stepped in her way. MOVE BLAKE! Youre not going anywhere, Heather. Blake said, in a calm voice. Everyone else looked on with baited breath, wondering what was about to happen between the two siblings. Just try and stop me! Heather tried pushing her brother out of the way, but even at two years younger, being a male, and especially being an athlete, Blake was much stronger than her. He easily held his ground, grabbed her arm, spun her around, and smacked her ass five times in quick succession. OW! OW! OW! OW! OWAH! Youre going to be good now, Heather! Or I will be giving you a real spanking! Right here, right now! Blake let some of his anger out at his sister. Ill be good. I promise. Heather said, holding back her tears, and rubbing her now mightily sore ass. She certainly didnt want to receive another spanking from her brother, like the one he had given her during dinner. Blake calmly walked back over to the line, picked up the ball, and threw it in. Your turn again. He smiled warmly at Abbie. Abbie looked at him with a little surprise about how his mood could shift so quickly, but got the ball and took her turn. Adam, meanwhile, went over to Heather, who was still trying to hold back her tears. He put his arm around her, caressing her freshly warmed butt. He started whispering in her ear. That was pretty dumb, Heather. But it is hot seeing you get spanked like that. Im sorry I missed seeing your spanking earlier during dinner. You must have been quite the sight. I hope I get the chance to see you get a real spanking soon. Or maybe even give you one. Now that would be fun. Heather looked at the boy with shock, but all the fight had been driven out of her at that point, so she just whimpered a little. The way Adam was massaging her sore butt was actually helping the pain go away, so she just let him continue. Abbie and Blake kept trading the ball back and forth, each making a shot, until finally, Abbie got an idea. As Blake took his shot, Abbie called over to him, Hey Blake! and shook her titties in his direction. The distraction cost Blake the basket. Woo! Way to go, Abbie! Gwen came over, giving the other girl a high five. Hey, thats cheating. Travis chuckled a little. Nah, Its alright. Let the girls sorry, naked girls, Adam smirked. have the ball first. Were going to win the game anyway, guys. Do you have to keep bringing that up? Heather complained. What? Adam looked at the older girl with a little confusion. That were naked. Oh. Adam chuckled. Relax, Heather. Its really not a big deal that youre naked. Youre just a girl. So, you should be naked. Isnt that right, sis? Adam looked over at Abbie expectantly, but Madeline answered before she could say anything. Yeah, Adam! Thats right! She said with a huge smile on her face. Heather just gave the little girl another indignant look. Alright, lets start the game! Adam said, tossing the ball to his older sister again. The game went in a similar fashion to yesterday. At first the boys were enamored with the way the girls bodies would move and jiggle and shake, each time one of them ran or tried to maneuver themselves with the ball. It led to the girls taking a quick lead. The boys, however, rallied back, using the fact that the girls were naked to their advantage, hugging close to the girls while guarding them, and even letting their hands 'accidently slip and touch the girls in their vulnerable spots from time to time. Travis had just scored another basket for the boys, bringing their score to 48 versus the girls score of 44. Time out! Abbie called, and the girls all huddled together. Come on, girls. Were only down by 4 points. Were so close. We can win this. This isnt fair. Heather complained. Every time I have the ball one of those creeps touches me. Well, let them touch you then. Youre the one whos lost the ball the most so far. Gwen admonished her. Even Madeline is playing better than you, and shes only 10. I dont want them touching me! Heather, its going to happen. Just deal with it and get over it. I, for one, want to win. At least well have something to gloat about then. Now let's go kick their asses! Abbie said, putting her hand out. All the other girls put their hands on top, Heather being the last with a small eye roll, and Abbie yelled Lets go! The game continued, and the girls evened out the score, 48 to 48. The next basket would win the game. Heather had possession of the ball, and was headed towards the basket, trying for a layup, with Cody guarding her. She faked going left, and then headed right, making a break towards the basket, but as she threw the ball she called out OW! and the ball hit the backboard and missed going in. You ok? Cody asked the older blonde girl, who was hopping on one foot, her boobs bouncing wildly in front of him. No! Im not ok! I stepped on a rock! It really hurts! Heather groaned. Here. Let me make sure youre alright. Blake said, walking over to check on his sister. Youre alright. Not even a scrape. Its not fair! All you boys have shoes! Gwen and Abbie have shoes! Even the little girl was all Heather got out, before they heard someone yelling from the end of the driveway. Oh my god! What in the hell is this!? Heather!? Gwen!? Another voice asked in astonishment, and then the two voices started giggling pretty hard. Why are you all out here naked!? Susana! Heather wailed, not believing one of her best friends had shown up out of the blue. Heather dropped her foot back down, and quickly tried to conceal her privates with her arms. What are you doing here!? We came to see if Abbie was still naked. Lauren answered, still laughing at the situation. Looks like she is, and shes not the only one. Abbie just gave the younger girl a mean look. Blake quickly gave Heathers butt a couple quick slaps. No covering. He scolded. Heather looked back at him with a wary look, but didnt move her arms. No covering! He said a little more forcefully, smacking her a couple more times. Heather finally, hesitantly, moved her arms from shielding her naked body. The two girls were astonished at the girls younger brother ordering the older teen around like that. Why are you out here naked, Heather? Susana asked again, not really believing her eyes. Yeah? And why are all you girls naked? Her younger sister added. My mommy made a rule that girls have to be naked. Madeline explained. She says its no big deal. Lauren just gave the little girl a skeptical look. What about the boys? she asked, wondering how the girls could just be naked in front of all the boys like this. Boys arent allowed to be undressed. Madeline explained, thinking the girl was asking why the boys were all in clothes. That would be very naughty. You better not let my mom hear you say that. she added. Its true. Adam said. Both my sisters have been naked since Friday, and every other girl who comes over is required to be naked too. In fact, you two should probably get undressed as well, before my mom sees you like that. Adam gave the two dressed girls, especially his classmate Lauren, a small smug smile. Lauren was flabbergasted at what her classmate had just suggested, stuttering a little, before finally getting out NO WAY! She turned her head and locked eyes with her older sister. I think we need to go! Susana said quickly, pretending to look at a watch she wasn't wearing, and the two girls rushed off before anyone could say anything else to them. The boys started laughing at their reaction, and most of the girls joined in the laughter. Oh god! Im never going to hear the end of this! Heather said with despair in her voice. Shes going to tell everyone at school! Relax Heather. Her brother said. Susanas your friend, right? Im sure shell keep it a secret if you ask her. But people are going to find out about this eventually, you know. Or are you planning to just hide at home inside for the rest of your life? The reality of the situation was starting to set in for Heather at that point. It had been quite humiliating up to that point, but now she knew things were about to get much, much worse for her come Monday. She let out a wail, and started sobbing. Come on, Heather. Dont cry. Gwen tried to comfort her. Yeah, Heather. Its not that big a deal... Adam tried consoling the older girl. NOT THAT BIG A DEAL! Heather yelled, wiping her eyes, and getting extremely angry. YOU..! YOURE THE WORST OF ALL! WHY DONT YOU TRY GOING NAKED AND SEE HOW MUCH YOU LIKE IT!? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU LITTLE..! HEATHER! Blake interrupted his sisters ranting. Adams trying to be nice! You apologize to him right now! APOLOGIZE! TO HIM! Heather laughed in disgust. HES THE REASON WERE ALL LIKE THIS! What are you talking about? Adam asked, genuinely confused. Yeah, what are you talking about? Her brother repeated. ABBIE TOLD ME! HOW YOU INVITED US OVER JUST TO SEE US NAKED, AND, AND, YOU! YOU WERE TOUCHING ME, AND, AND..! HEATHER! ENOUGH! Her brother yelled out. Heather, calm down. Youre causing a scene. Lilly admonished her sister. Yeah. The neighbors are watching. Gwen added. Heather looked around her, to each of the teens faces, and then at the few neighbors outside their houses, getting a sheepish blush on her face. Heather, I do think you need that spanking. Her brother informed her. But...! Heather started to say. Hang on, Blake. Adam said, walking to stand face to face with Heather. Heather. I invited your family over for dinner, well cause I thought it would be nice. And yeah, maybe I wanted to see you and your sister naked. Who wouldnt? Youre beautiful. Very beautiful. Heather blushed a little at Adams words. But the rules here are all my mom's idea. Do I enjoy them? Yeah. But what guy wouldnt? Adam, Im sorry I didnt mean You know what. Blake interrupted. My hand is still kind of hurting from the spanking I gave you earlier. Heather let out a sigh of relief. Adam, would you be willing to give Heather her spanking for me? Heathers eyes went wide, and she made a little gulp. But was all she got out. Sure Blake. Come on, Heather. I think we better do this inside, with all the neighbors watching. Adam grabbed her hand, and started leading her back towards the house. And make it a good one. Blake added, as they went into the house. Hey sweetie, whats going on? Your game over already? Mrs. Larson asked, looking over her shoulder at them, while finishing up washing the dishes. Heather needs another spanking, mom, but Blakes hand is still hurting from the one he gave her earlier. So, he asked me to do it for him. Oh. Mrs. Larson gave Heather a disappointed look. What did she do now? Please! Youre not really going to let HIM spank me, are you!? Heather begged. Im so much older than him! Its not right! She threw a fit and tried to blame me for the girls being naked, even though theyre your rules. She tried covering her body multiple times, and was totally acting like a whiny little brat. She tried to push her brother when he told her to knock it off. She even said girls shouldn't be naked, mom! Heather! Mrs. Larson came over and started smacking the girls butt herself. OW, OW, OW! Heather cried out. GIRLS! ARE! MEANT! TO! BE! NAKED! HEATHER! She enunciated each word with a spank to the sixteen year olds bottom. You take her and give her a spanking just as good as you gave your sister yesterday, Adam. Yeah mom. Adam smiled to himself, grabbing the girls hand again, bringing her upstairs to his room. Please Adam. Im sorry I said all that. Im sorry I tried blaming you. I wont make any more trouble. I promise. Please. Heather started to beg, tears falling from her eyes, as Adam sat down on the edge of his bed. I know you won't, Heather. But you still deserve to be punished for the way you acted outside earlier. You tried to cover up your naked body when Lauren and her sister came over here. Youve been complaining about every little thing since we went outside. You keep acting like youre better than the other girls and shouldnt be naked. I think you totally deserve this spanking. Please! Please dont spank me! Heather continued to beg. Ill do whatever you want. Anything. Please...! Ive never seen anyone ask like such a baby over a little spanking. Jeez Heather. Im just going to give you sixteen smacks, the same as your age, and then you can stand in the corner for a while. Ok? Ummm Fine. Heather looked up at the ceiling and resigned herself. Good. Now come over here and lie down on my lap. Heather followed the thirteen year old boys direction, lying down on his lap, same as she had done earlier with her own little brother. Adam admired the girls ass, really starting to enjoy the view of a naked girl lying on his lap. He even pushed his hand between her legs, making her open them a little, so that he could get a better view in between. Alright. I want you to count each one as I give it to you. Alri The first smack interrupted Heather. Ah! One! Adam caressed the girls ass a little, making her whimper and moan in response. Ow! Two! Adam continued the spanking, bringing his hand down in quick succession after that. Three! Four! Five! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! Heather was really starting to blubber now. She was already sore from her spanking at the hands of Blake earlier, so it didnt take long for the burning pain to come back. NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! Adam took a small break, caressing the girls scorched skin for a few moments, wanting to make the last four spanks he gave her really count. Although, he knew if he got his way, this would definitely not be the last spanking he gave to this girl. THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! Adam put every ounce of effort into the final four spanks, making the clap sound like thunder to both him and the naked girl in his care. And one more for luck. He smacked her bottom one more time, using not as much force. AH! OW! Even if it wasnt as hard, that last one stung just as much as the last four. He helped her to stand up, facing the girl towards him, taking a good look up and down her naked body. Then he hugged her, shushing her a little, and massaging her aching behind. Shhh. Its ok, Heather. Now I know youre going to be a good girl for me. He held her like that for a few minutes, until she seemed to have calmed down. Ok, Heather. Go stand in that corner for a little while. She walked over to the corner, while Adam took a good look at his handy work for the first time. Admiring the dark reddish hue her butt had turned from the multiple spanking she had received that day, and the nice attractive shape of the naked girls back side in general. As the naked girl stood in the corner, Adam realized he could feel something wet on his leg. He looked down noticing there was a massive spot on his pants. It took him a second to realize where it had come from, and then his lips curled into an evil smile. Oh Heather. He sang out. What? Heather asked from the corner, still sniffling from her spanking. Heather, come back over here. He waited for the older teen girl to step back in front of him, and then stuck his hand between her legs, finding her soaked. Well look at this. Look at what? Heather looked away from him in embarrassment, knowing exactly what he must have discovered. Open your legs. Come on Now Heather! Open your legs! Heather didnt want the boy punishing her anymore, so did as she was told. Look at this. You are soaked! Adam examined the girls pussy up close. Oh god Heather whimpered. Adam started rubbing her clit, making Heather moan. Wow! Are You turned on by getting spanked!? Ahhh! I dont... You are, arent you!? Adam looked at the girl in astonishment, then turned her to stand sideways from him. He pushed two of his fingers into her opening, fingering her again. Heather started moaning even louder. You really like that dont you. What if I do this too? Adam started smacking her ass with the other hand, continuing to finger fuck her hole. OHHH! GOD! Heather wailed, a combination of moaning and weeping. HHHH..! HARDER! she begged. Adam didnt know which she wanted him to do harder, so sped up his thrusting fingers, and started smacking her ass as hard as he could. It only took Heather a few more seconds to start cumming, AAAAAHHHHHH! and she came so hard, she could no longer hold herself standing, falling over onto the boys lap again. In the perfect position for another spanking. Back outside, the teens had all gathered around on the patio watching the sun set, while Timmy and Madeline were fooling around, playing an informal game of tag with each other. I guess the basketball game is a draw. Lilly commented. Aww, and we were just about to beat you guys. Abbie smiled smugly. Oh, yeah right! We totally had that in the bag. Blake said, pushing Abbies shoulder a little. No way. Us girls were on a roll. Gwen said. You mean you girls were lucky. Cody said. I guess well never really know. Travis added, with a sly look on his face. Know what? Mrs. Larson asked, coming out to sit with the teens. Nothing, mom. Just who would have won the basketball game. Abbie answered. Across the yard, the two ten year olds were getting tired out, so Madeline led them over towards the swing set. Hey Timmy? Will you push me? she asked, sitting down on one of the swings. Sure Maddie. Her brother answered, and started pushing her. Hey Timmy! Timmys best friend and neighbor, eleven year old Patrick, peeked over the fence, having heard the giggling of the twins in their backyard. Patricks twelve year old sister, Morgan, also took a look over the fence. Madeline! What? Where are your clothes? She asked. She turned and unlatched the gate, going over to the other side of the fence, with her brother quickly following. Its not a big deal for girls to be naked. My mom said. Timmy explained to his friend and the older girl. Yeah. We have a rule that girls have to be naked here. Madeline continued. Huh. Thats really cool. Patrick giggled a little, admiring the naked ten year old girl in front of him. But my mom says girls need to be modest, and that boys should be the ones running around naked. Morgan said, blushing in astonishment at the naked girl. Thats why my mom always has me give Patrick his bath before bed. She blushed even harder at the way her brother was staring at his naked classmate. Is that so? Mrs. Larson walked up behind the twelve year old. Well, that may be the rule at your house, but over here girls have no need for modesty, Morgan. Now why dont you get undressed so you all can play a little before bed time. She smiled warmly at the young girl. Morgan looked at the woman in shock, seeing her naked as well, then looked towards the patio, seeing all the teen girls naked too. I, uh Its really ok? she asked, sure her own mother would be appalled at all the nude girls, but she didnt want to get in trouble. Of course, it is sweetie. Im naked. Madeline is naked. Even her older sister and friends are naked. See. Mrs. Larson pointed towards the teens. Girls are allowed to be naked anywhere in the city. And I think girls should all be naked anyway. Its so much better this way. Yeah, Morgan. Get undressed. Its fun! Madeline encouraged the older girl. Yeah, sis. Give it a try! Patrick enthused, hoping to finally have a chance to see his sister naked. It wont hurt. Timmy just nodded his head in agreement with his friend. Well alright. The twelve year old said, and started removing her clothes. If you say its ok, Mrs. Larson. she added, while kicking off her shoes. Then she undid the tie around the back of her neck, holding up her top, and pulled it up over her head and off, showing her little breasts, encased in their training bra. She then unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down to her ankles, and used one foot and then the other to step on the material to get them off, taking her socks along with it. She looked at the naked woman with a little trepidation, before pulling her training bra off as well, showing her little budding boobs, with cute hard little nipples turned up towards the sky. She finally pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, showing everyone she had just barely started puberty, with only a little peach fuzz above her peach. Patrick giggled at his older sister. Wow, Mrs. Larson is right! Girls should be naked! Morgan blushed again, noticing her little brother was staring right at her pubic area. Well, lets go play. She said, not wanting to just stand there as the two boys looked her over. She ran over towards the swing set, and the three other children followed. Mrs. Larson grabbed the girls clothes from where she had abandoned them, bringing them back with her to the patio. She was just about to sit down, but the police woman from yesterday rounded the corner of the house, along with her partner. Evening Maam. Hello officers. Susan smiled warmly at the two cops, blushing a little as the young male officer looked her over. What brings you over today? We just wanted to stop by and make sure everything was alright. Weve gotten a few more complaints today, but weve been explaining the law to them, and that seems to be backing most people off. Have you had any problems today maam? Oh, no. Everything has been going smoothly Susan started to say, but was interrupted by the yelling of the neighbor woman. WHAT IN THE HELL...! The woman rushed over to Susans back yard. JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK...! MORGAN! She spotted her naked twelve year old daughter for the first time. She marched right up to the two police officers, demanding Arrest this woman. Shes completely indecent! and she gestured at the naked woman. I am not! Susan started to defend herself. Maam please calm down. The male officer stepped in between the two women, while his partner tried to back Susan off a little. But shes naked! the woman gestured again, not believing the police would defend her. Maam, shes perfectly within her rights to be nude, especially in her own backyard. The female officer explained. But the kids Surely you cant mean its alright for them to be naked. Look at them! This is immoral! Why mommy? Her daughter walked up behind her. Why is it ok for Patrick to be naked sometimes, but not me? She looked at her mom, with tears in her eyes, sure she was in huge trouble. Yeah, mom? Why? Her brother stood next to her, taking his sisters hand. Well, its just Boys and girls are different. Thats right. And my rule is that girls have to be naked. Susan explained. All girls, young and old. The woman looked at Susan with even more shock, then turned to the officers. This is outrageous! She cant really force anyone to go nude Can she? It is her property, maam. If thats her rules, shes perfectly within her rights to request that of visitors. the male officer explained, looking at the woman with a little amusement. But...! But...! Shes still dressed! she gestured at the woman police officer. Ramirez, hold my duty belt. She said, unclasping the belt and handing it to her partner. It took her less than a minute to strip out of her uniform, and she took her belt back, clasping it back around her waist, and then replaced her hat. You understand maam. Im technically out of uniform without my hat and belt. Susan just smiled at the female officer. Now, maam. Its up to you what you want to do, but if you dont follow Mrs. Larson. Susan answered. Mrs. Larsons rules, Im afraid I will have to arrest you for trespassing. Its either that, or you can leave. Morgans mom just turned in a huff Come on, kids! Were leaving! But, mom, I dont want to go. Morgan pleaded. Yeah, mom. We want to stay. Patrick added. But kids, if we stay, theyre going to she looked into the grief stricken eyes of her two children. Fine. We can stay for a little while. She looked back towards the adults, pleading with her own eyes. Please dont make me. The officers both looked over at Susan. No, the rules are all girls have to be naked. I cant start making exceptions for you Pricilla. It would set a bad example for the children. At that, Pricilla reluctantly started removing her own clothes. Maam, you are free to leave at any time. the naked police woman explained. If you think Im just going to leave my kids here while The woman said with disgust, pulling off her panties, the last of her clothing. See, its no big deal. Susan said. It is a big deal! Pricilla started to complain again. Why But why is it a big deal, mom? Morgan asked. Its just indecent. But mom? Why is it indecent for you and Morgan, but not me? Her son asked. Because boys are different, Patrick. I want to make sure youre not embarrassed by your body. But what about me, mommy? Shouldnt I not be embarrassed by my body? Her daughter asked. And I always feel like you think Morgans better than me, since I have to be naked and she doesnt. Her son added. And I feel like you always make it seem like my body is dirty, since you never let me go naked. Her daughter further explained. Priscilla looked at her two children in astonishment. You both really feel that way? The two kids nodded at their mother. Well, let's go home and discuss this more. and she took their hands, leading them back home, forgetting all about her and her daughters clothing. Niner 4250. The police officers radios crackled. Looks like we got to go. The male officer grabbed his partners wrist, starting to lead her back to their squad car. Ramirez! My uniform! The naked officer blushed as she was being dragged away. No time for that, Lieutenant! Maam, well be back for her uniform some time tomorrow, if thats alright! Sure! Susan called after them as they rounded the corner of the house, chuckling a little. Inside, Adam was about to open his bedroom door, and lead Heather downstairs, when she asked. Adam...? Youre not going to tell anyone about that? Are you? About what? Adam looked back over his shoulder, giving the older girl a little smug smirk. Well... about you know. No. What? Adam feigned ignorance, keeping the smirk on his face. About How Im she dropped her voice to a whisper. Turned on by that Turned on by...? By being spanked. Heather hung her head in shame. Well, I dont know What will you give me? What will I give you!? She looked down at her naked body. Im already standing here naked in front of you! You just got to spank me! Not to mention touch me in such a such a God! What more could I possibly give you!? Dont forget you have to do what I say. Heathers eyes opened wide at the boys incredulous words. Yeah! So, what more could you possibly want from me? Well Adam eyed the naked 16 year old up and down her body, lust slowly filling his eyes. Oh god..! No, no way! My first isnt going to be some pervy 13 year old. You mean, youve never..? NO! What kind of girl do you think I am!? Well, fine. What about a BJ? A BJ? You know. A Blowjob. I know what a BJ is. Good. You give me a BJ and Ill keep quiet about you being turned on by getting spanked. Im not Surely giving me a BJ is better than everyone knowing your turn ons Fine. Heather said. Good girl. Adam said, quickly unzipping his pants, and pulling his hard penis out of his fly. Heather just stared at it for a minute, her face changing to an expression Adam could not read. What? Huh? Heather looked up at his face, realizing she had been staring. Youre what? 13 right? Yeah? Huh. Huh what? What? Nothing. Lets get this over with. Heather said, quickly kneeling down in front of him. Well, go on. Adam said, when she just sat there doing nothing. This is the first time Ive ever done this. Give me a minute to work up my nerve. Heather said, annoyed. After a few deep breaths, she tentatively took the end of his penis into her mouth. It was the most pleasurable thing Adam had ever experienced. Ohhh God.... Heather mumbled something at him, but he couldnt understand what she was trying to say. What? I said, glad youre enjoying it. She couldnt keep the cynicism from her voice. Oh yeah Im enjoying it! Adam moaned as she took him back into her mouth. It didnt take much longer for Adam to start cumming, and he shot straight into the back of the throat of the older girls mouth. OH GOD! Heather started coughing and sputtering, spitting Adams semen out. You could have warned me! Adam just sat down on the edge of his bed, recovering. That was amazing! He looked Heather in the eye, still kneeling a few feet in front of him, with a bitter look on her face. Thanks Heather. Thank you. Heathers anger broke a little, feeling like the boy was genuinely trying to thank her for what she had just done. Yeah, well Its not like I really had a choice. Come on. We better get back to the others. Before they miss us. It was a few minutes later that Adam was poking his head out the back door. Oh, here everyone is. Well almost everyone. Wheres Cody and Travis? And Gwen? They had to get home. Abbie explained. I guess it is getting kinda late, huh. Adam added. Mrs. Larson looked down at her watch. Oh yes. Almost time for the twins bath. I wanted to talk to you about that, Adam, but first. How did everything go with Heather? Adam just gestured to the blonde girl standing next to him. Im sorry Mrs. Larson. You are right. Girls should be naked. I promise I will behave from now on. Adam had coached Heather in what she should say to his mom. Good Heather. Just remember that, or youll be receiving another spanking. Yeah. Adam gave Heathers butt a quick slap. Heather just looked wide eyed at the boy, but felt a twinge of excitement down below. Alright. We better get going. Blake said, getting up from his chair. Thank you for the nice dinner Mrs. Larson. Come on, Heather. Come on, Lilly. Thank you, Mrs. Larson. Lilly smiled warmly at her host. Yeah, thanks. Heather added. Youre welcome. And you three are welcome over anytime too. Well, provided you girls follow the house rules. She said with a little chuckle. Goodnight! Goodnight. Blake said, starting to lead his sisters home. Blake, wait! Abbie said, rushing over to him. She grabbed him in a hug, and planted a big kiss on his lips. Goodnight. Awww! Lilly said, while everyone else kind of chuckled. Goodnight. Blake said back, after coming out of his daze. Once the Moss children had disappeared around the corner, the Larsons all headed back inside. Oh, Adam. What I wanted to ask earlier. Would you mind giving the twins their bath tonight? Ive got a bit more work to get done. You dont want me to do it, mom? Abbie asked. Well, Timmy is getting older now, dear. It might be a bit weird for him being naked in front of you now. Im sure itd be better if it was his older brother doing it instead. Sure mom. I can do it. No problem. In fact. Why dont I just give Abbie a bath too? Adam answered his mother. At this point, Abbie knew better than to outright complain, but she thought there may be a way to still get out of it. Well, I normally just take a shower in the morning when I get back from running with Blake. Her mother thought she made a good point, but then figured Adam had a good reason for wanting to bathe Abbie, remembering what she had said earlier about the boys helping her get used to being naked. No, Abbie. Your brother is in charge of you. If he thinks he should bathe you, then you better listen to him. Bu Abbie started to complain, but remembered how mad her mom had gotten at her yesterday, so shut her mouth. Come on, Timmy. You first. Adam said, leading his younger brother to the upstairs bathroom. Why do I have to go first? Timmy complained. Cause, when youre done, you can help me with Madeline. Adam and Timmy were done with his bath quickly, with Adam making sure that Timmy was thoroughly clean, so his mother wouldnt get upset with the job he had done. Once Timmy was dressed in his pajamas, the two brothers went to find their sisters, who were both in their room, waiting for their own baths. Alright Maddie. Your turn. Adam said, taking his naked little sisters hand, and bringing her over to the bathroom. Her twin brother and their older sister following close behind. Adam already had the water filling back up, and helped lift his little sister into the tub when it was done, putting in a bit of bubble bath too. The two boys were interested in getting to the good stuff fast. So while they made sure Madeline was clean top to bottom, they mostly paid attention to the young girls genitalia. That really tickles, Timmy. Madeline said with a little giggle, while her twin brother was washing her littly pusssy for the third time. Sorry. he said, stopping what he was doing. Thats ok. I like being tickled. Madeline gave a big smile to the boy, who took that as an invitation to continue. The two boys were toweling off their young sister, when their mother walked into the bathroom. Thats what I like to see. Im glad all of you are getting along so well now. But its time for bed, you two. Mrs. Larson said, pointing at her two youngest children. Adam, make sure you do as good a job when washing Abbie. and she gave her son a little wink as the three exited the bathroom. Adam went over to the door and made sure it was locked. Ok, Abbie. Your turn. He said, turning around with a sly smile on his face. This was the first time the siblings had been alone since that morning. Its been quite the day, huh? Adam took her hand, and helped her into the now filled bathtub, then poured a bit of bubble bath into the water. Yeah. Abbie said, sinking down into the water. Quite the weekend, actually. Yeah. Abbie nodded her head this time along with her answer. She was worn out from the day's events. You know. I meant what I said the other night. Adam said, kneeling down next to the tub and adding a little more bubble bath to the water. Whats that? Abbie had closed her eyes, relaxing a bit. Well, that youre really pretty. Beautiful even. Like this. Abbie opened her eyes, and furrowed her brow at him. I mean, naked. Youre really pretty being naked, Abbie. Oh Abbie looked away from him, blushing a little, but did get a half smile on her face. She turned to face him again. Why are you being so nice to me, all of a sudden? Huh? Adam contemplated his words for a moment. Well, mom is going to make you go naked for quite a while, it seems. And youve been pretty good all day. Following my directions, I mean. Plus, you did say those nice things about me during dinner tonight. About that Hang on. Let me finish. So I figured you might like it better if I helped you get used to being naked, instead of ragging on you about it all the time. Youre seriously going to stop teasing me about being naked? Abbie gave Adam an unconvinced look. Seriously. Well, mostly. As your little brother, it is my job to tease you, you know. He grinned. Abbie chuckled, and before he could move away, quickly grabbed him in a big hug. Ah! Abbie! Youre getting me all wet! Both siblings were laughing now, most of the tension and animosity between them gone. After the two had calmed down, Adam took charge of the situation again. Ok, stand up Abbie, and lets get you clean. she did as told with no reservation, standing in front of her brother, as he soaped up her wash cloth. Let's start with your arms and shoulders. Adam said, taking Abbies wrist in his one hand and scrubbing up and down her arm with the other. Now turn around so I can get your back. Abbie turned around, and under her breath said, Im surprised youre not just feeling me up. What was that? Nothing. Abbie said, letting out little small sighs at her brothers touch. She was feeling surprised with herself, that she wanted her brother to touch her in such an intimate way. Her response heightened when her brother started rubbing her bottom, and she couldnt hold back a small moan. Feel good? Adam asked, turning his sister back around to face him. No. Abbie lied, looking away from her brothers line of sight, another small smirk on her lips. Uh huh. Adam said, now rubbing the girls bare chest. You know, Abbie. Ive learned so much this weekend. When his sister just gave him a blank expression, he continued. Well, like so much about the female body. For instance, look at how hard your nipples get. Look at the way they are standing. I know thats cause youre aroused. I am not. Abbie wondered how long this game could last, trying to keep from her brother how she was really feeling. She moaned when Adam pinched her nipples between his fingers, tweaking them a bit. Well, I know Its not from the cold, Abbie, cause its quite warm in here. Adam chuckled. And when youre aroused, you get this blush on your cheeks. Its really quite cute. Ok, put your leg up on the side of the tub here so I can wash it. Abbie did as she was told, putting her leg up on the edge of the tub, and Adam knelt down, getting just about eye level with his sisters pubic area. And of course, its noticeable down here too, at least when youre naked. Abbie blushed hard, and could feel herself getting more aroused, knowing her brother was staring directly between her legs. The skin kinda gets a more reddish color, and it sort of opens up. And of course, you get wet. Adam ran his finger along one of her labia. Really wet. Abbie let out a loud moan. Please, Adam. Im your sister. Dont worry, Abbie. I just need to get you clean. Your little pussy here needs to be cleaned too, doesnt it? He said, starting to rub her aroused clit. But Abbie moaned out. Or would you rather I gave you a spanking? No, please. No spanking. Abbie continued groaning. Oh. Too bad. I know some girls are into that sort of thing. Who? Just something I read on the internet. Adam said. Soon, Abbie was bucking her hips back and forth, and moaning quite loudly. Adam knew she was getting close, and wanted his sister to feel the nice release. He stuck his index finger into her hole, with still rubbing her clit with the other hand. Abbie came almost immediately. OH GOD, YES! Abbie yelled, enjoying her intense orgasm. As soon as Abbie had recovered, Adam had her rinse off and out of the tub. That was nice, wasnt it? He asked, drying her off. I guess... I guess it wasnt so bad. Abbie gave her brother a coy look. I knew youd like it. Adam grinned. She couldnt keep the smile from her face either, as he finished drying her off. As the two were walking out into the hallway, Adam remarked Remember, youre still not done with your punishment. I believe it was, hmm, two boys from your class you have to invite over to see you naked. Just one boy. Abbie countered. Uh uh. It was definitely two. Right. But I already invited one boy from my class over today. Adam gave her a confused look. Blake. Abbie said in a confident tone, happy to finally have one over on her brother. Adam opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but then just snickered. Alright Abbie. Fair play. But you still have to invite one other boy over, and I can still invite three more boys myself. Not to mention you havent even invited any girls over yet. But what about Gwen? And Lilly and Heather? I invited them over, not you. Abbie gave her brother a dejected look. Alright, we can count Lilly and Heather, for what you said about me at dinner tonight. Abbie smiled at that, and Adam gave his sister a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to his room. Goodnight Abbie. Night Adam.

Teacher Gets Dared by GTT1865 Young teacher gets dare online and loves it. "I'm so turned on right now," she typed back to him. "I'm so hot. I can't believe I got this way just from chatting with you." "It's because you're being naughty. You're doing things that you shouldn't be doing. It goes against the rules that you live by," he responded. "Besides, you know how incredibly aroused I am right now just from talking to you." That really excited her. She had never done this before, but she was home on winter break and really bored. She was a teacher at the local high school and still had another week before returning for the spring semester. It was almost lunchtime and she was still in her pajamas. She found herself at an erotic stories website reading a story about a woman doing sexual dares. She had emailed the author to tell him that she liked the story. The next thing she knew, she was actually talking online to the man. He claimed to be a teacher too, but she just assumed that was to make her more at ease. "Are you ready for your dare?" he asked her. She had been waiting for this, anxiously looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time. She took a deep breath and replied, "Yes. I'm ready." "Okay, for your first time, we'll make it easy for you. What are you wearing right now?" he asked her. "A long-sleeved flannel PJ top and bottoms," she typed back, wondering why he needed to know that. If this was about to turn into typical horny guy cybersex that she had read about, she was going to be really disappointed. "Okay, we can work with that," he replied, "Long pants I assume? Button front shirt?" "Yes and yes. It's freezing cold outside here." She commented back. "Okay, here we go. This is easy for you. Unbutton the top. Undo all of the buttons, so that when you stand up, it separates and opens." "Okay," she typed back to him, "hold on a minute." She nervously unbuttoned her PJ top. The warmth from her body escaped as the two sides separated. Her fingers were actually shaking in anticipation as she typed back that she had done what he asked. His response was rapid. "Pull the shirt open. Imagine that you are on a webcam with me. Tease me. Slowly pull it apart showing me inch by precious inch." "I'm doing it," she typed back feeling a little silly but excited to find out how far she would go. Again he was quick in response. "If you're really excited, I want you to slide your hand down inside of your pants. Tell me how excited you are." She slowly slid her hand across her belly to the elastic top of the pajama pants. Her shaking hand slid underneath the pants and inside of her panties. She could feel the intense heat against her cold fingers. She was so hot that it was like she had steam coming from deep inside of herself. Using her one free hand, she responded, "I'm so hot down there." "Tell me exactly. You don't know me. I'm an anonymous man. Let yourself go and say it." She let her fingers slide down between her legs. The second she touched the outer lips of her pussy, the moisture came gushing out. Instantly her fingers were covered in slickness that she had never experienced before. "I'm so wet," she managed to type one-handed. "That's it," he wrote back. "That's what I wanted to hear. Now, rub your pussy until your fingers are covered with your juices. Then pull your hand away, slowly rubbing your clit as you do. Then, I want you to rub your nipples, covering them with the juices from your pussy." She had never had this type of conversation with anyone before. The language was rough and skipped no corners. He was direct in telling her what to do. She was growing to like it. She did as he asked, her nipples growing harder than before, partly from arousal and partly from the moisture now on them meeting the cold air of the room. His message appeared on the screen, "Now I want you to stand up and go the door of your apartment. Open the door a crack and look around. If no one is around, open the door wider and take a look around. If the coast is still clear, open the door completely. Then I want you to stand in the open doorway and stretch your hands in the air above your head. No matter what happens, I want you to count to ten. I'll wait here for you to tell me about it." She stood up, and on shaking legs walked to the door of her apartment. It was mid-day and the sun was shining. Most of the people living in the complex should be at work right now. She looked out the peephole and didn't see anything, so she opened her door. She cautiously looked outside and seeing no one around, she opened the door wide. She stepped into the doorway and slowly raised her arms above her head. As she did this the pajama top opened wide at the bottom, exposing her bare stomach. Her full breasts were half exposed as the gap widened. She felt totally on display. Her nipples were still covered, but she felt naked. She did a slow count to ten and went back inside to her computer. "Wow. I did it," she typed. "I want to do more." "Okay, I'm proud of you," He replied. "Now this time, slide the back of your bottoms down until your bare ass is showing. Go back outside. Slowly turn around so your ass is showing to anyone that can see it. Then turn back around. If you still don't see anyone, I want you to pull the shirt back until both of your breasts are exposed. If you still feel comfortable, I want you to caress your breast and tug and pinch your nipples." His words were really arousing her now. She couldn't wait to try it. She told him to hold on and she went back to the door. She slowly turned her body in a circle, showing her bare, smooth ass to anyone that might walk by. When she turned to face the parking lot again, she reached up and pulled her shirt open, baring her breasts to the world. She pinched and tugged on her erect nipples. She wanted to reach down between her legs and touch herself, but she reluctantly came back inside. On impulse, she stripped completely naked before sitting back down and replying to him. "I've taken off all of my clothes. I'm completely nude right now and as soon as I finish typing this I'm going to start touching my pussy." He liked what he read and told her so. "I wish I could see you right now. I can't believe you've stripped naked." "I'm fingering my clit and sliding my fingers in and out of my hot pussy right now," she replied, feeling a bit silly as she typed those words. But she was so excited right now that it didn't matter. He threw caution to the wind and gave her a new command. "Well then, if you're ready to be really wild, go sit in your open doorway naked, and finger yourself until you come. Go now." "Going!" she typed back. She jumped up and walked quickly to the door. "I can't believe I'm about to do this." She opened the door wide open this time, not even caring to look around for people that might see. She sat down on the cool concrete walkway, spread her legs wide and began fingering herself rapidly. She was so hot and wet. Her juices were practically coating her inner thighs. Her free hand rose to her breast and she began pulling and pinching her nipple. In seconds her teeth clamped tight, her eyes closed, and she came. She came hard. She came so hard that she moaned out loud and her ass came up off of the cement. She gave a few quick strokes against her clit until she couldn't take it anymore and she clamped her thighs shut, holding her fingers trapped against her steaming pussy. As she came down from her orgasm, the world suddenly returned. Her eyes opened wide as a UPS truck rolled to a stop in front of her building. She was partly hidden by the stair railing, but she had to quickly scramble backward into her apartment and close the door. As she lay there, breathing heavily, she felt the stairs shuddering as the UPS driver ran up them. He came straight to her door and she heard a package dropping outside. He gave a quick knock and turned to leave. "Oh, wow!" she said to herself. "That was too damn close!" She waited until she heard his footsteps going down the stairs and his truck rumble away. She cautiously opened the door. On her hands and knees, she opened the door wider to pull the package inside. It was an order of towels she had purchased online. Right next to the box was a small patch of wetness on the cement where she had been sitting moments ago. The UPS man had surely seen it, but hopefully had no idea that it was the wetness from her pussy. She closed the door and dressed back in her pajamas and went back to the computer. "Well??????" the screen said numerous times. Obviously, he couldn't wait for the details any longer. She sat down and gathered herself together. "Well," she began, "it was awesome. I came so hard. It was quite possibly the wildest thing I've ever done. I almost got caught by the UPS man." She told him the whole story and he pulled every little detail of it from her. At the end of the story, she asked him if he was turned on. He replied that he had been stroking his cock the entire time she was telling him about her experience. She asked him if it would help him to see a picture of her. He immediately agreed to the offer. She ran to the bathroom with her phone.She threw off the pajamas and slipped into a short dress. Holding the cellwith one hand, and using the other to pull her dress up, she snapped a picture of her bare ass in the mirror. She emailed him the picture. He replied, "I don't deserve to see such beauty. You are gorgeous." "Thank you," she responded. "Is it helping you any?" "It just did," he typed back. "It was so powerful that when I came, it shot clear up to my stomach." She laughed at the thought of it. Men can be so...well, just like men. She told him, "Well, I'm glad I was able to help. After all, you helped me through a wonderful time." "So, what's my next dare going to be?" she asked him. "Hmmm," he replied. "How about on your first day back at work, you wear a short denim skirt and no panties underneath?" "I could do that," she thought to herself. "The students won't be back on the first day anyway." "Okay," she told him. "I'll wear a University of Texas sweatshirt that I got for Christmas." "No panties," he reminded her. "and if you're really daring, you'll take a picture of yourself mooning me in your classroom." "LOL," she responded. "I don't think I'll go that far. No panties for sure, but I'll have to think about the picture." "Fair enough," he typed back. On the teacher workday at the start of the second semester, the social studies department was heading off to Chuy's for a Tex-Mex lunch. Out on the sidewalk at the parking lot, the teachers were all ready to go. "Where's Susan?" asked the department head. "I thought she was going with us? Let's give her a minute or two." "Great," mumbled one of the guys on the sidewalk. "We're always waiting on the women." He got a few of the other men to agree with him. "Don't even start it," warned one of the female teachers, "we outnumber you." Right then, they heard a door bust open as Susan came out running toward them. The second-year teacher was always a little clumsy. One time in her first year, she actually spilled an entire pot of coffee on the student reports she had been grading in the department workroom. The stain was still on the carpet. As if on cue, she tripped and sprawled onto the sidewalk right in front of the group. The man that had grumbled about late women earlier instinctively rushed to help her up. He gathered up her things where her purse had opened onto the ground. He picked up her phone and handed it to her. "Here ya go," he said. "You need to be careful with these phones. You should have acase for it." "Yeah, I needa better case," she responded. "I mean, I have one, but I had to take it out. I was, ummm, taking pictures of my classroom and the cord wouldn't work with the case on it." As they stood up, he couldn't help but notice the short denim skirt she was wearing and that she was brushing off her hands by rubbing them against the front of her University of Texas sweatshirt. "No way," he thought as he froze in place. "Could it be her?" He'd have to wait until he could check his email. If it was her, this could get really interesting. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her all through lunch. As they got out of the car back at school, he looked around to find her again. He finally spotted her getting out of the other car in their group, and in doing so, she flashed a little of her bare inner thigh. "It can't be her," he thought to himself. "I'm just not that lucky." He had to sit through an exhaustive planning session in the department chairperson's classroom. She sat in a student desk three seats in front of him. He barely paid attention during the meeting as he focused on the back of her head, trying to get a good look at her. Finally, the meeting ended and they all stood up to go to their own rooms. "Don't forget your new textbook kits." The department leader reminded them. "They're quite heavy though, perhaps we could get some of the guys to deliver them?" "Well, how can we refuse after you said it out loud like that?" he thought, but then he realized that this was his chance. He rushed over to help Susan. "I'll get it for you." He told her as she stood next to the box. He bent over to pick it up and easily tossed it up onto his shoulders. "Lead the way, M'lady!" "Awwww, thanks, Andy! You're too sweet." She said with a huge smile. "Just follow me." She was absolutely gorgeous, and her smile would have had him doing anything she wanted. He followed her down the hall, admiring the movement of her hips as she led the way. At her door, she dropped her keys on the floor twice as she attempted to open it. "She's clumsy alright," he thought, "but she's still beautiful." "Here we go," she said as she pushed the door open. "Just put it anywhere on the floor." He dropped the box with a loud thud right behind her, causing her to jump. "You said anywhere," he reminded her with a grin. "Now, where do you really want it?" "Oh, so you're a funny man, too?" She grinned back. "Slide it over here by my desk." He pushed the box over to the side of her desk and then stepped back. "Now having all of the experience of a six-year teacher," he told her as he leaned back on a student desk. "Let me advise you that the most help that textbook kit will be is for you to prop your feet up on." "Oh, really?" She said as she sat in her chair. "Like this?" She kicked her shoes off and spun the chair sideways so that she could put her feet up on the box. Her skirt had risen up a little as she sat down, and now it was revealing more of her upper thighs than she probably had planned. He noticed, of course, but played it cool. "Lesson number two is not to do that with students in the room when you're wearing a short skirt." He said with a smile as he stood up straight and made his way to the door. "You'd have driven me crazy if I was in your class." As he said that, he looked around the room, taking in the different posters and bulletin boards. He wanted to know if this was her classroom if she was the one that was going to email him a picture. She looked at him curiously at first and then looked down at herself. "I'm about to flash the first two rows," she thought to herself. She quickly put her feet back down onto the floor. "Oh, I don't know about that," she said with a nervous smile. "I'm just their teacher." He was standing in the doorway when he smiled back at her and said, "Trust me on this. Remember, I have six years of teaching experience, but more importantly, it wasn't that long ago that I was a teenage boy." Then he walked out of the room. She sat there for a few minutes thinking about what he had said. He was cute, and kind of funny. She just didn't know him very well since his room was on another hallway. "Could the guys really see up my skirt?" she thought to herself. "Hmm, there's only one way to find out." She got up and closed her classroom door. Then she dug her phone out of her bag and went to the student desks that were next to hers. She sat down and aimed it at where she would be sitting. She set the timer and then quickly ran back and sat down. She turned her chair sideways and propped her feet up on the textbook kit. Flash! Thetimer went off and it snapped the photo. She jumped up and ran to see the results. The picture showed a view she clearly didn't want to show her students. While you couldn't see up her skirt, it did show a lot of her legs. It was a good thing she didn't wear a short skirt to class when the students were there. She began to think naughty thoughts. "I wonder what you could see if I wanted you to see?" She set the timer again. This time she sat in the chair with her feet on the box, but with her knees in the air. She could feel the cold air on her bare pussy. This was getting exciting. A tingle ran through her body. She went to check out the picture and was surprised at what she could see. There, at the juncture of the back of her bare thighs was a clear shot of the lips of her pussy! She stared at the picture until it timed out. She guiltily looked around the room and then set the phone up again. This time she spread her legs wide with her feet on the box. After the picture snapped, she set it quickly again without looking at the results. She ran back to the chair and got on her knees. The picture captured just the lower part of her bare butt cheeks. In the next picture, she pulled her skirt up high, completely exposing her ass to the camera on the phone. Finally, she took one of her in her chair, skirt pulled up, legs spread wide, and at the last second, before the timer took the picture, she pulled her sweater and bra up, exposing her tits. By that time, she was more than excited. She scooted up to her desk with her legs underneath. She opened up her grading program on the computer, but she wasn't concentrating on it. Instead, all she could think about was how the pictures looked of her exposing herself. She couldn't wait to go home and email them to her friend, after carefully cropping out her face, of course. She put her hands in her lap and began to finger herself. Her pussy was so hot and wet. Her fingers were quickly covered in her juices. She had another wicked thought and she worked her fingers inside and around her pussy until they were coated and sticky. She then scooted backward until she could take a picture of her fingers resting against her puffy pussy lips. She took a quick picture of her slick fingers. "He's going to like this one." She said to herself. "What if someone had opened the door when I was taking the pictures? What if Andy had stepped back in? I could have been fired!" She thought to herself as she rapidly stroked her fingers across her little button. Her clit was practically throbbing as she strummed it. The idea of doing something so taboo in her classroom excited her so much that it didn't' take long before she was into an intense orgasm. Her body shook quietly as she fought to retain control of her voice. "Mmnnnh!" she managed to groan as she bit her lower lip as her hips involuntarily shook and flexed back and forth. She pressed her thighs together as she came down from her orgasm. She was still breathing heavily when she finally pulled her fingers away. She was so sensitive after an orgasm. She sat up a little to pull her skirt back into place. She leaned back into her chair and closed her eyes for a few seconds as the flush ran through her body. "So, are you going to sleep the whole day away?" she heard a voice say in a soft whisper. It was a soft, but deep and soothing male voice. "Are you having a nice dream?" It was such a calming voice, and it brought a smile to her lips. "Susan? Susan? C'mon, it's time to get up." She heard the voice say again, and then she felt fingers softly pushing against her shoulder. "Just a few more minutes," she thought to herself. She slowly opened her eyes. It was Andy, the nice man that had helped her with the box. She sighed and closed her eyes again. Then she realized where she was. "Shit!" She said as she sat up quickly in her chair. She had fallen asleep! "Oh wow!" She said quickly, "I can't believe I did that!" She stammered through an excuse about being tired after lunch and needing some caffeine. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled on the hem of her skirt to straighten it out. "No biggie," he said with a smile. "Just don't do that during the regular school week. The administration frowns on such activities as sleeping and snoring when you're supposed to be teaching." "I don't snore!" She said with a little snort. "If you say so," he responded with a knowing smile. "Anyway, I just came by to tell you that the workbook in the new textbook kits is actually pretty good. I started thinking about what I had told you and was worried that you took me serious." She looked up at him and said, "Well, thanks. Now that I'm awake I guess I should check it out." "Just take it home with you," he told her. "Everyone is going home in a few minutes. They're about to start testing fire alarms. You don't want to be here during that." "Yeah, I wouldn't want to listen to that all afternoon." She said to him. She began to collect her papers and things. "I guess the fire alarm would have woken me up into a good panic. You, however, really know how to wake a girl up. Thanks for not startling me." "It was my pleasure," he responded in that soft voice again. "I wouldn't want to see that pretty face with a frown." "You're just too sweet, "she responded back. They made small talk about teaching and students as they walked out of the building. As she got into her car to leave the parking lot, she waved back at him. He waved back and climbed into his truck. He had to run some errands before he could go home and check his email. "I sure hope it's her," he thought as he put the truck into gear. A few hours later, back at home, with his heart pounding in his chest he opened up his email account. "Dare Completed" was the title of the email. It showed an attachment. His chest was thumping and he felt butterflies in his stomach as he clicked on the email. "Here ya go!" She had written in her email. "I did your dare. I wore a short skirt without panties and my UT sweatshirt. I got carried away. Not only did I take a picture of me mooning you in my classroom, I also fingered myself until I came! Pictures are attached." He scrolled down to see a lovely bare ass. She was kneeling in a chair behind a teacher desk. The next picture was of two fingers covered in wetness and resting against the puffy lips of her pussy. The final picture was of the lower half of a woman sitting with her legs spread wide and her sweater pulled up high to reveal two lovely breasts. Her feet were propped up on the box of what looked to be a brand new teacher textbook kit. "Gotcha!" he said to himself. "Let the games begin!" She waited all afternoon to get a response from him. She had nervously sent the pictures of herself from her classroom and was dying to find out what he thought. When he finally responded, she was very satisfied. He went on and on, telling her how beautiful she was, and how sexy her body looked. This was so exciting to her. Even her former lovers had never told her so much. The anonymity of it all had allowed her to share so much of her sexual side. Here, she was totally uninhibited. She could share everything, do anything, and be as crazy as she wanted to be. Today was proof of that. She had taken revealing photos of herself in her classroom and then fingered herself to orgasm at her desk. Now, she was online again, waiting for her friend to show up. Finally, a window popped up on her computer. "Hey beautiful lady!" he had written. "You are a crazy sexy woman." She smiled and responded, "Well, you are the one that dared me to do it. I'm glad that you liked them. Did they make your cock hard and throbbing?" Susan couldn't believe she had actually written that comment. It was something she never could bring herself to say in real life. This was different. This was wild. "You can bet that sweet naked ass of yours that I'm sitting here with a rock hard cock pushing against my zipper right now." "Here we go!" she thought to herself as she untied the soft robe she was wearing and pulled it apart so that her breasts were exposed. Her nipples were already flushing with excitement as they stiffened. "I'm naked except for the robe that I've just opened and spread apart." She typed back to him. "Dare me to do something." "Well, first of all...send me a picture of that lovely view. Then we can talk about your special dares for tonight." "Just a minute..." she wrote back. She reached over on the desk and placed her oldcamera just below the monitor of her computer. She sat up a little allowing her breasts to fall free from the robe. She let the robe slip from her shoulders until it cascaded at her elbows. She set the timer, took the picture and quickly sent it back to him. "Dammmnnnn..." he responded. "You are too much!" She typed back, "Do you want to see me completely naked?" His response was predictable. "Well, yeah!" She pushed the chair back, shrugged out of the robe and using the timer again, she took three pictures of herself. The first one was a full frontal, the second was a profile, and the third was a total rear view. "Hurry up! I've got my cock in my hand and I'm slowly stroking it for you." She laughed as she replied to his comment in the instant messenger window. "Keep it hard, but have a little patience." She responded. She pulled the pictures up on her monitor. She liked what she saw. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said to herself as she cropped her face from the pictures. She saved them and then loaded them into an email to him and clicked send. "On the way!" she wrote. She sat back down in her chair, this time sitting fully naked on the robe that she draped across the chair. She pulled her right leg up and put her foot on the chair, resting her chin on her knee. Her left hand slid down between her legs and she softly touched her steaming pussy lips. She cupped her pussy with her fingers, and then, slowly moving upward, she let her middle finger slip between her lips, covering it with the hot juices that were boiling inside of her. "Sending you a special email" was the new message from him. She quickly opened her email and found his message. A photo was attached. It was of a picture of her from his printer and his hard cock was covering most of the photo. "Are you jacking off to the picture of my naked body?" she wrote him. It took a minute until he replied. "Check mail" was all it said. It was another picture. This time however it was of his cock, hovering over her pictures and cum was dripping all over them! "Oh shit!" she said out loud. That's his cum all over it. He jacked off and came from just looking at me. In the back of her mind she thought that she should be disgusted, but instead, she was incredibly turned on by it. Her fingers began moving rapidly across her clit as she imagined watching him stroke his cock. He responded in the messenger window, "I came so hard from looking at your hot body. You are so incredibly sexy. " That was all it took. She had been aroused all afternoon, and now she was beyond control. Her fingers thrummed away at her engorged clit. Her free hand was pinching and tugging at her nipples. When she finally came, she really let herself go. She moaned so loud that she wondered if the neighboring apartment could hear her. She didn't care. Her body shook with the violence of her orgasm. Her hips rose in the chair and slammed down, once, twice, and a third time. She finally closed her thighs tightly, squeezing her fingers against her clit and pussy, and rode out the remaining waves of it, shaking and shivering as the tremors slowed. "BRB" she was finally able to type back to him. She had to clean up. She was drenched from her juices. Her soft inner thighs were shiny and wet and her fingers were sticky from where she had been stroking herself. When she finally returned, she slipped back into the robe, belting it this time. She told him what her reaction had been. How seeing his cock and his cum across the pictures of her body had turned her on. They chatted for an hour, talking about sex and work, and growing up. She told him of her first time, how clumsy they had both been. He told her about getting caught by his girlfriend's mother as her daughter was giving him a blow job, and how she had watched and then silently left the room. By the end of their conversations, she was feeling naughty and aroused again. She finally asked him, "So, how about my next dare?" "Okay, here's what I want you to do. Take a pair of sexy panties and put them on right now. I want you to really work them into your pussy, pulling and tugging on them until they are coated in your juices. Then put them in a Ziploc bag. Take them to work and put them into a male teacher's mailbox. It should be someone that you know and that you can imagine having sex with. Make up an anonymous email and put it on a slip of paper inside the bag. We'll have to see what develops from there." "I'll think about it." She wrote back. "I don't want to get in trouble at work." "No. You have to do it. That's the rules of our little game." He wrote back. "Admit it. You like it when I tell you to do these things." He knew her too well. Damn. "Yes, I do." She typed back. "But don't get me fired." "No worries," he responded. "Just be careful. Make sure that no one is around." The next day at school she found herself touching her pussy. Her fingers traveled idly across the crotch of her panties. She could feel the heat emanating from within her pussy as she tickled her clit through the tight cotton. School had been dismissed an hour ago, but she was staying behind. She had graded all of her papers and was now just surfing the internet as she waited for the halls to clear. Her left leg was pulled up into the chair with her foot resting on the seat. She had her chin resting on her knee as she stared at the screen of her computer. Her short skirt had risen and fallen loosely across her thighs. Her left hand held her foot in place on the chair and her right hand would wander from the mouse to her panties. Just thinking about the dare she was about to do had her hot and wet. After an hour of waiting, she was now ready to go. She got up from the chair, smoothed out her skirt and left her classroom. She carried her purse and bag to the teacher mailroom. After 4 p.m. on Fridays, the mailroom doors are closed. She used her key to open the door and go inside. There was no one around, and feeling safe, she reached into her bag and pulled out a manila envelope. Inside the envelope was a Ziploc bag with a pair of her sexiest panties. According to the dare from her online friend, she had pulled them deeply between her pussy lips after she had climaxed. They were drenched in her juices. She was to place them inside the mailbox of a male teacher that she liked. Inside the envelope with the panties was an anonymous email address. She quickly walked over and put the envelope into Andy's faculty mailbox, grabbed her things and opened the door to rush out. Wham! She ran into someone trying to come into the mailroom. Her bags fell to the floor and she nearly went with them. Yes, of course, it had to be him! She was only seconds from getting caught putting it into his mailbox! That was too close for comfort and would have been hard to explain. "Oops!" she cried out as she bent to grab her things. "I'm sorry!" "Cute and sexy or not," he thought to himself as he grabbed her shoulders to balance her. "This girl is accident prone!" "No problem," he said. "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm just the clumsiest person I know. Other than that, everything is fine." He walked over to his mailbox. Sure enough, there was the envelope. "She must have just put it in," he thought to himself. "You must have big plans the way you were running out of here," he said. "Just going home to change, eat, and then get back here for the basketball game. The guys are in a must-win situation tonight if they want to make the playoffs," she told him, realizing that he, along with everyone at the school already knew that. "Yeah, that's my plan too. It should be a big crowd," He mentioned as he reached into his box and pulled everything out. He set the mail on the small table next to his briefcase. He picked up the envelope and gave it a curious look and a feel with his fingers. "Humph, I wonder what this is?" he said before he dumped it into his briefcase along with everything else. He enjoyed the panicked look on her face. "Hey, do you want to grab a bite to eat with me?" he asked her nonchalantly. "I'll treat. Then we can come to the game together." "Isn't everyone at the game going to see us and think we're on a date?" she asked with a teasing smile. He smiled back. "So let them think that." She looked at him with a raised eyebrow and replied, "Oh, really? Then why don't we just go ahead and call this a date?" He returned her smile with one of his own, "Sounds good to me." They walked and talked as they left the building. As they approached the parking lot, he brought up the night ahead. "If this is really a date, why don't you go home and eat a light snack? We'll go to the game and then go out for dinner afterward? Someplace local though, like pizza or Tex-Mex?" "A deal!" she said as her heart skipped a beat. She told him where she lived and they both drove off. She rushed home and turned on her computer. As it was booting up, she turned on the shower so it would warm up. It then struck her mind that she had completely forgotten what she had done today. She was going out with the guy that she had just secretly given her wet panties to! "This is getting too deep!" she said to herself as she kicked off her clothes. She stepped into the shower and let the hot water erase away the stress of the day. She took her time, lathering up her body with scented soap and then shaving her legs. She wrapped herself in her favorite fluffy towel and walked over to the computer. She logged into her new email, created for the dare, but there was nothing in her inbox. She logged out and checked into her regular account. She had an email from her online dare master. All it said was, "Well???" She smiled and logged into chat box. He was online and repeated his question of, "Well?" She told how she had done the dare and how she almost got caught. She also told him that she had a date with the exact same guy tonight. "Ah, a date with the guy you did the dare for? Do you feel like being extra daring?" "What more can I do? I've already given him my panties." She replied, adding a smiley face to her comment. "You could ask for them back." He commented. "Ha!" she wrote back. "I don't think so! I like this guy; I don't want him thinking I'm a sex pervert." "Trust me. Even if he did think that you were a sex pervert, it wouldn't matter." "No kidding," she wrote back. "He is, after all, a man." "Okay," he replied, "No dares tonight. But I want to know all about it afterward." She promised to tell him all of the juicy details and logged off. She slipped into a short skirt and a school t-shirt. She admired her look in the mirror. "Flaunt it while you still got it." She said to herself and then went to finish getting ready. When he called to tell her he was in the parking lot, she grabbed her purse, cell phone, and keys and walked to the door. She paused for a moment, thought about it, and then reached under her skirt and took her panties off and tossed them in the closet by the door. "This will give me something daring to talk about tonight when I get online." She said to herself. He was standing by his truck as she left her apartment. He admired her body as she came down the stairs. As he held the door open for her, she flashed more of her upper thighs than she meant to do, but she had to step up into the truck and then slide into the seat. After walking around the truck and opening his door, he saw her adjusting the hem of the skirt, attempting to pull it down further. Her legs were flawless and he still couldn't believe she was sitting there in his truck. All eyes were on them as they entered the gymnasium that night. They both felt their faces flushing as they walked in front of the crowd to find their seats. "Well, at least that wasn't awkward or anything," he whispered to her as they sat down. "No, not at all," she agreed. "I don't think anyone even noticed us." They both laughed at the moment and waited for the game to begin. The team played a tough game, and several times they had the crowd on their feet for key moments. The final seconds of the game were electrifying and she found herself gripping his arm, caught up in the moment. As the seconds ticked off, the final shot by the opposing team caught the rim low and ricocheted off as the buzzer sounded. The home team won and the crowd went wild. Before she even realized what she was doing, they were both jumping and hugging. His hand instinctively went downward on her back and he gave her butt a squeeze. He jerked his hand away like he had burned himself. "I'm sorry!" he said over the noise. "That just kind of happened." "It's okay!" she yelled back and she punched him lightly in the chest, "I can't believe they won!" As the crowd left the bleachers to rush the floor, he took her hand and tugged her in the opposite direction. "Let's get out of here!" He said in her ear. He pulled her out one of the side doors and into a back hallway. They were still excited by the big win and laughing as they walked. As they made their way through the deserted hallway behind the gym, he noticed that they were still holding hands. "I guess we can stop holding hands now," he chuckled. "We're out of the crowd." But when he loosened his grip on her hand, she held onto his, even squeezing it a little. Surprised but pleased, he squeezed her hand in return. "Yeah, thanks for helping me get through that," she said. "That was chaos." They continued holding hands as they walked through the halls, only releasing them when they reached the main exit where the crowd was spilling out of the gym. A few kids saw them and smiled. "Guess what gossip will be all over the internet tonight?" he whispered to her as they walked past the students. "Well," she whispered up to him, "let's give them something to talk about." She reached over and wrapped her hands around his arm and leaned into him as they walked outside. "You're really something, you know that?" he said with a laugh as they approached his truck. "If you only knew," she thought to herself. As they waited in line to exit the parking lot, he said, "Even though the fact that we're on a date is going to be all over the school, I really don't feel like giving them more to talk about. How about if we just go back to my place and eat?" "Your place, huh?" she said with mock indignation. "Well," he stammered, "we could go to your apartment if you want." But when he looked at her she was smiling. She laughed and let him off the hook, "I was just kidding. Your place is fine. So what are we going to eat?" "Well..." he thought for a minute. "How about some homemade chicken enchiladas? Plus, I make some killer margaritas." "That sounds wonderful!" she replied. "I love a good margarita. You can really make enchiladas? Do you have enough time?" "Sure. I just need thirty minutes. The only thing we're missing is chips and cheese, and I can't make that to save my life. We'll have to stop and get some queso." "Mmmm, that sounds good too!" she replied, "but I'll buy that part of our dinner." He laughed but agreed to her demands. As he drove, he picked up his cell phone and dialed the number of his favorite Tex-Mex restaurant and placed an order-to-go. "You have a Mexican restaurant on your cell?" she exclaimed. "First, it's a Tex-Mex restaurant. It's a combination of Texas and Mexican cooking. It's very different from Cali-Mex or Baja cooking, and they're all different from traditional Mexican cooking." He said with an authoritative voice. "Second, I could live on queso and chips and like I said before, I can't make it to save my life. So I keep the number ready for when I really need a fix." They drove to the restaurant and he ran inside to get their order. The aroma of the warm cheese filled the cab of his truck as they drove to his house. Four hours later, their plates were stacked neatly in the sink, and the bowl of queso sat empty next to a bag of tortilla chip crumbs. On the kitchen counter, condensation droplets ran in little rivers down the sides of the blender, pooling at the base. A small plate of salt sat next to the blender showing several rings of moistened, crusted salt crystals from the rims of the margarita glasses. She slowly opened her eyes. A ceiling fan above her slowly stirred the air. Her head felt heavy and watching the blades of the fan was making her dizzy. She couldn't even remember the number of margaritas they had downed last night. She was in his bed, barely covered by a sheet and blanket. Instinctively, she pulled the sheet up to her chin and snuggled down for warmth. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts, and nothing else. She rolled her head to the side. He was in bed next to her, sleeping soundly on his side and facing away from her. She scooted over to him and snuggled next to his body, grateful for his warmth. As she lay there, the thoughts of the night floated through her mind. They had laughed and talked their way through dinner. After the margaritas, they both realized how tired they were, not to mention how drunk they were. He convinced her to sleep over and being a nice guy, he had offered her his bed while he took the sofa. That had lasted about five minutes before she realized she would never get to sleep alone in a strange house. She had called for him and he stumbled into the bedroom shirtless and in his boxers. He had collapsed into the bed and promptly fell asleep. She scooted closer, matching the curves of her body to his. She wrapped her arm around his waist and drifted back to sleep. The sound of his deep voice singing in the shower woke her up. She looked around, remembering where she was and smiled. The sun was sneaking its way into the room, and like the beam of a flashlight, it was lighting up the dust particles floating in the air. She sat up and squirmed around until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Listening to his singing, she smiled again as an idea formed in her head. She walked quickly to the bathroom in the hallway with her purse. In the side pocket, she pulled out the travel toothbrush that she kept for just such a situation. The fact that she had never opened the wrapper in years made her smirk. She brushed her teeth quickly and then used the toilet to relieve the pressure caused by the previous night's margarita binge. She stood up, pulled the t-shirt over her head and fluffed her hair out the best that she could. Finally ready, she opened the door, and then reached over to flush the toilet. Then she ran quickly back to the bedroom and entered the bathroom. As she predicted, the flush drained the cold water from the pipes. His singing stopped suddenly as he felt the scalding water strike him. "Hey!" he shouted as he jumped back from the stream of water. Hearing her giggle, he pulled the curtain back and stuck his head out. There she was, a naked angel standing in his bathroom. "Is there room in there for a singing partner?" she asked with a mischievous grin. He smiled and pulled the curtain aside. Devilishly, she let her eyes linger on his body, watching the water draining in little rivers down his chest and his tight stomach. Then her eyes lowered to his cock, which was thickening by the second under her stare. "Well," she said huskily in a voice she'd never heard before, "look at you." She stepped into the shower and he slid the curtain closed again. She was a tiny thing standing next to him as she stepped into his embrace. The warm water sprayed across their bodies as he pulled her close. She rose up on tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. His hands roamed across her body, sliding down her back to squeeze the firm globes of her ass, pulling her tighter to him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against the softness of her belly. She reached up to hold it and stroke it in her hands. It pulsed and throbbed in her grip. She wanted this thing, this pure essence of man that she held in her hand. She wanted it, needed it. She needed to feel it throbbing and pulsing deep inside of her. She looked up at him and stared into his eyes. "Andy," she said seriously, "take me back to your bed. Take me back to your bed and...just...take me." Five minutes later, warm and hand-dried with a huge fluffy towel, she lay back on her back, pulling her knees up as he climbed between her legs. As he moved on his knees between her open legs, he also crawled forward until he was on top of her and resting his weight on his arms. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled his face down to hers. They shared several warm kisses, tongues dancing together in delight. When she felt the head of his cock along the inside of her thigh, probing for her pussy, she reached down between their bodies to guide him home. His stiff cock filled her small hand as she pulled him forward. When she felt the warm head pressing against the steaming lips of her pussy, she rubbed it up and down the length of her opening, moistening the head of his cock with her juices. She finally had him where she wanted him, and she let go of his cock. She wrapped her arms around his back and locked her heels behind his butt and growled, "Now, fuck me." Andy pushed his hips forward and his cock speared through the outer lips of her pussy and was wrapped in the tightness. He began a slow thrusting motion and she rocked her hips forward and back with him, pulling back as he did, and slamming forward as he rocked against her. His lips left hers and traveled across her cheek and down to the sides of her neck, kissing and nibbling between the heavy breathing caused by his exertions. Her pussy gripped and released him in a steady rhythm. He arched his neck lower and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it in, and relishing at the taste of her skin. "Mmmmmm, " she moaned," I like that." He moved over to her other breast and teased the nipple with his lips until it was hard. "Bite it." She told him. He sucked in the nipple, pulling it forward and away from her body, then released it and slowly clamped down on it with his teeth. "Yesssss," she growled, her voice fading away as she relished in the feelings it sent through her. She started pumping her pelvis harder and faster against him. "Suck that titty! Fuck that pussy!" She groaned out as their tempo intensified. "Such language for a school teacher," he said to her with a laugh. She reached out and drove her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass. "If you don't like it," she said between grunts as she fought for air, "then get out of the bed." "Naw," he responded, breathing heavy himself as he continued pumping his cock into her. "I think I'll just stay here." "Then shut up and keep fucking me." She growled in his ear. "Oh. Oh. There it is, keep going. Don't stop." He picked up his pace, practically slamming his cock into her pussy and pressing his body down hard against hers, pinning her to the bed. The movement put more pressure against her pubic mound, allowing for the base of his cock to really press against her clit. "Yes!" she screamed out, her nails now raking his back. "Oh, fuck yes!" The spasms ripped through her body like a powerful electric shock. She mumbled something so incoherent he couldn't even identify it as real words. Her hips pushed forward against his and then shook rapidly. He attempted to pull back and thrust forward again, but she had him in a death grip and she held him tight against her. Finally, after a full minute of riding out her orgasm, she collapsed back onto the bed. He lost no time in picking up his pace and soon he felt himself at the brink. ' "Can I?" he asked. She nodded her head weakly. He slammed himself against her just as violently as she had done seconds earlier. Each thrust of his cock inside of her was as if he was trying to drive it right through her body. She grunted with an exhalation of breath with each forward movement. Finally, he exploded inside of her. He pushed in one last thrust and shot jet after jet of hot semen deep into her. "Mmmmm," she softly moaned as her hands lightly traced across his back and neck. His orgasm quickly spent, he pulled out of her drenched pussy and fell onto his side, half of his body still on top of her and his softening cock pressed against the top of her thigh. "Wow!" he said as he fought to get his breathing back under control. She surprised him by quickly slipping out from underneath his body and crawling up onto him. She wrapped her legs around his and rested her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled the sheets up until they were covered. "I had a great night last night," she whispered softly as they both drifted off to sleep.

The Doctor Changed My Wife by applevalyan After three years of marriage I was getting tired of the same routine. It was my entire fault though, I knew before I got married that my wife was ultra-conservative. During our two years of dating, I didn't even see her breast and got to touch them only a couple weeks before we got married and then from outside her shirt. The only sexual position she let me do is the missionary position. She claims her mother told her only sluts and whores did anything else. We both come from a small town in central Georgia. Her parents are hard-line bible toting Baptist. Our families went to the same church but that was the only thing we had in common. I've known Beck Ann since we were little kids. We started getting a little more involved with each other in our mid-teens, and started dating when we were 18 years old. Becky never wore shorts or short skirts. All her skirts and dresses were below the knees. The few pair of pants she wore where loose and baggy and she didn't even own a swimsuit. Theses were ALL beliefs and ideas Becky's parents twisted her mind with. I got a job about 50 miles from our hometown and Becky was reluctant to leave but some of her friends finally convinced her that she needed to let go of her parents and to be with her husband. Once out of town she loosened up for necessity, we found an old trailer to move into but it had no air conditioning. I finally got her to cut off a pair of her oldest pants and make a pair of shorts to wear around the trailer. Not long after that we found out she was pregnant. Married two months and now she was pregnant. I should have expected that much. We knew very little about birth control. We had a healthy little boy and Becky came through well. She didn't gain much weight and lost almost all she gained quickly. Her doctor convinced her to try birth control pills. She did but was afraid her mother would find our and be upset. I think I finally convinced her that her body was her and my concern, not her mother's anymore. I bought her some tank tops and shorts to wear around the house to keep cooler but I could not get her to go braless or pantyless, even to bed. I learn that her mother had made them wear underwear all the time. She even put on underwear before she left the bathroom after taking a bath. Going pantyless was like a sin to her. I've tried since we got married to convince her that there wasn't anything wrong with not wearing underwear. We have had many minor arguments about my not wearing underwear sometime. I told her that I have gone without underwear thousands of times over the years and was still all right. I told her I knew my sisters when without panties, especially during the hot summer months. Because when we were kids, it seemed like we got heat rash when we wore underwear. So after three years I was getting tired and feed up. Then she developed a bad rash around her vagina and crotch area and had to see the doctor. She gave her a prescription for antibiotics and ointment to put on rash. The one thing that bothered my wife was that her lady doctor told her not to wear any type of underwear for a week then to come see her again. The doctor put some stuff on her in her office and made her leave her office without her panties. Becky was quite shaken up by this turn of events. She told me the doctor told her it was very bad case of heat rash and that she needed to let the air get between her legs and that she didn't need the elastic of underwear rubbing on the rash and not allowing it to get better. My wife wore her long skirts around the house pantyless but would not leave the house that way until she seen the doctor. When I got home, I could tell Becky had a different attitude about her, she seemed happier and more relaxed. I finally got her to tell me want was up. She said that when she seen the doctor, the doctor told her she was getting better but that she wanted her to remain pantyless for at least another week. And when Becky expressed her concerns of her not wearing panties to the doctor, the doctor explained to her the actual health benefits of not wearing panties. Becky said, that was when asked the doctor if any women actually preferred going without panties. And she said the doctor told her that she knew many women that rarely wore panties anymore. Becky said she was surprised and said, "Really?" with a questioning look and the doctor smiled and said that she was one of them. Becky said that she was sitting there stunned by the doctor's remark when one of the nurses walked in and the doctor asked her if she was wearing any panties and the girl calmly said "NO". That was when the doctor looked at my wife and told her that as far as she was concerned, underwear was really an almost useless garment. The only time she wore any was when she wore a short dress or skirt or during her period for extra protection. The nurse agreed and said that was right, but then sometimes it was fun wearing a short skirt or dress without panties. Both the nurse and doctor giggled at that statement, she said. She told me that they more or less convinced her that there was nothing wrong or immoral if she didn't wear underwear. The only people, who were concerned, were the people who made them. If nobody wore them they would be out of a job. Becky then said she didn't have time to make dinner and if it would be all right if we went out to eat. I asked if she had panties on. She said she didn't, so I took a chance and told her to show me. She smiled and lifted her skirt and proved it. I smiled at her and said, "Alrighty then, let's go eat." She also started going braless around the house then eventually around town. It is strange to come home and find Becky wearing nothing but a light summer dress. I liked it! She even seems to like the way I grab her ass now a days. Now when we kiss and I reach down and grab her ass, instead of groaning and pushing my hands away, she actually moans and kisses back harder. I got promoted a few weeks ago and called Becky and told her about it. I told her I felt like going out to eat and find a babysitter. When I got home she was dressed and ready to go. I least I think it was my wife. She was wearing a halter top and tight stretch black miniskirt. She asked if I mined if she wore this. I said, "Hell no." I told her she looked fantastic but that I might want to take her to bed instead of dinner. She said, "Calm down boy. Jane agreed to keep JJ (our son) all night. We can have our fun when we return." I asked if she was wearing anything under that little skirt. She smiled and shook her head. My dick was harder then than I ever remember it being before. I found it hard to enjoy dinner with my wife as close to naked as she had ever been in public. She surprised me again during our meal when she told me she was enjoying herself being dressed like she was and planned to dress like this more often if I didn't mind. I told her I didn't mine and that she knew it had always been my dream and wish that she would dress sexier than she had been. She told me not to worry because she didn't think she would ever go back to being that woman again. She was enjoying being the woman she was tonight. She said the only problem she was having at the time was that she was so excited that her pussy was so wet it was getting her skirt wet. She was afraid she was going to have a big dark spot on the back of her skirt when she got up. I told her not to worry about that; I could walk close behind her as we left. When we got up I turn to place the tip on the table but she kept walking towards the door. And 'Yes' she did have a dark spot on back of her skirt. I caught up with her at the door and said to her that I though she wanted me to walk behind her. She just smiled and said she changed her mind. For the first time in our marriage, she actually played with my dick through my pants on the way home. And once home, she wanted to get on top of me when we had sex. We have had sex in many new positions lately and she has even tried oral sex on me. I don't know what has gotten into my wife these last few months but I'm not complaining. She has bought a lot of new sexier clothing and gotten rid of the old lady clothing. One of the biggest surprises happen a couple weeks ago. We had just moved into our new house (with central heat and AIR) and were getting ready to go get in our pool when there came a knock at the front door. I was wearing just a pair of black boxer-brief type underwear and Becky was wearing a tiny hot pink thong. She didn't even try to grab a cover-up to answer the door. It was her family. Her mom went off at what Becky was wearing, calling her a slut as she turned and stomped back to the car. Becky kept her cool and told her mother she might be a slut, but she was a very happy and well-satisfied slut with a wonderful husband that knew how to keep her happy in the bedroom. Her mother turned around, face beet red and mouth wide open. I walked up behind Becky and reached around to hug her. She turned around in my arms and told me to grab her ass as I kissed her. Boy, did I! Her mother closed her mouth and got in the car pouting and waited for everyone else. Becky smiled and gave Julie, her 16-year-old sister, a hug and thanked her, when she told Becky she looked really good. Becky told her to come over anytime she wanted and that if she ever needed a place to stay we had a spare bed she could use. Her sister is a beautiful girl. It could be interesting. I'm sure Becky has a few things she needs to teach her and to unteach her in a few areas too. I came home the other day, and my Becky was lying in the pool soaking up the sun, NAKED. I told her she needed to be careful or the teenage boy next door might see her. She looked at me and smiled saying, "He already has. He was looking through that hole in the fence until you came in the backyard and scared him away. I was getting so excited knowing another male other than you was looking at me. I didn't know how much I could enjoy letting strangers see my body." As she climbed naked from the pool, she said to me, "You know, I was looking at that web sight of yours yesterday, you know the one with all the letters. Anyway, I remember reading on about a woman who loved to walk around in public almost naked and let people she didn't know, see her private parts. I though she was crazy but know I don't know, it might be fun. But only if you were with me, just incase I got in any danger." I told her when she was ready to try, just to let me know. I told her I had already had a couple dreams already of her riding in the car next to me topless and the truckers blowing their horns and waving at her as we passed them. She gave me a big hug and kiss then said, "That sounds like fun. Let's do it now! Julie has JJ and won't be back till about 7, so we have a couple hours to do it." I took her hand and lead her naked to the pick-up. She had so much fun being exposed like that, she masturbated right there in the truck as I drove us back home. I didn't even think she knew how to pleasure herself. My modest, shy, insecure, uptight bride has changed into a proud, confident, uninhibited, sexual, fun-loving wife and mother. I bought a couple porno videos this afternoon. I can't wait to see her reaction to them. The New and Improved Becky by applevalyan My name is Becky and my husband Bud convinced me to try my hand at a letter. Bud wrote one almost a year ago about me and how brainwashed my mother had me. You should really read that story first before you continue reading this one. Read 'The Doctor Changed My Wife'. Like Bud said, I grew up in a small town in central Georgia, population around 2500. The pastor of our church was my uncle, my father's brother. My mother was the real Bible toting Baptist in the family. My father was cool. My mother was very strict in her ways. Even when my sisters and I were little kids, she never let us wear shorts and the pants we wore had to be loose and baggy. Form fitting clothing that showed our figure was a major no-no. Our skirts and dresses could be no shorter than mid-calf. And if there were buttons involved on any article of clothing, they all had to be buttoned. She even made us wear underwear under our whole piece swimsuits when we went to a creek near our house to cool off during the summer. Even after a bath, we had to be completely dressed before we left the bathroom, even if it was just across the hall to the bedroom. She even made us wear underwear and undershirts beneath our pajamas. I met Bud when we were little children in church. Church and school were the only time I got to see him. We eventually became close friends and my mother actually liked him, which was a relief to me because I had a crush on him by the time I was 10. I never told mom but we had our first kiss when I was 14 and he was 15. But my mother had already told me before I asked, that I couldn't date until I was 18. Bud and I dated about 3 years before we got married. We kissed a lot and I loved it but I never let him touch any of my female parts out of fear my mother would find out and banish me to some deserted island or something. Since we were about to be married, I once let him feel my breast from outside my shirt. It felt so good, it scared me and I wanted him to do it again but I knew that if I did he might think I was a slut or worst. So I waited until after we got married. My mother gave me the talk about the only proper way a lady had sex. That was on her back, lights off, eyes closed, and mouth shut. She was to spread her legs leaving them flat on the bed and let the man penetrate her and have his fun because a lady did not enjoy sex. Boy was she wrong! I almost feel sorry for the old bat and at all the fun she has missed over the years but it was her fault, not mine. Bud and I got married and I had a hard time holding still in bed, sex felt so damn good, mom just had to be wrong. I finally started wrapping my legs around him and letting my moans out and this seemed to give him more energy. We found out within a couple months I was pregnant. About the time Bud was offered a better paying job in a larger town about 50 miles from home. I really didn't want to leave my hometown and my friends. But my friends were the ones that told me it would be best for Bud and I to get out of this little town and spread our wings and be happy. We needed to start our own family and leave my mother and her iron hand behind. I understood and agreed with them so Bud and I packed up our few things and moved away. We found a little two-bedroom trailer but the air conditioner didn't work and we could not afford to get it fixed. It was so hot that Bud talked me into cutting off one of my older pair of pants to make shorts. They were definitely cooler so I cut off a couple more pair. One day while I was doing laundry, I noticed the legs one pair of the shorts seemed to be a couple inches shorter than I remembered. I took off the ones I had on and compared them. I was right, they were 2 to 3 inches shorter than they should have been. I put on the shorter pair and liked what I seen and they seemed to be cooler yet, so I cut off the ones I had been wearing to match the shorter one. I never told Bud that I had noticed the difference but got to enjoy wearing those shorts around the house for him but still didn't wear them away from the house. He bought me some tank tops and some nice shorts and even a pair of short-shorts. I never told Bud but I started to wear those short-shorts around the house for a couple weeks and really enjoyed them, so I let Bud see me in them when he came home from work one afternoon. He told me how good I looked in them and my tight tank top. He kept trying to get me to go braless and pantyless around the house telling the less I wore the cooler I would be. I told him no way! He told me that his sisters often when without any undergarments during the summer. He said they claimed it was cooler and more comfortable in the heat. Plus if they got a heat rash, there was no underwear to rub against the rash. My reluctance to not wearing underwear was about the only thing we ever fought about. I ended up cutting off the 3 original shorts to what they now call 'Daisy Duke' shorts. I had a beautiful healthy baby boy and all was fine. I quickly lost my baby fat and was happy with myself. We got the A/C fixed and the baby grew. I did start going braless around the house and even wore my longer shorts into town a few times that next summer but never went without panties anywhere. I once made a quick trip to the grocery store one day and inside before I remembered I was braless. I had noticed one of the bag-boys staring ay me wide-eyed. And when I seen what he was staring at, I was completely embarrassed and quickly left the store empty handed. When I got to the pick-up I was shaking I was so unnerved. I reached for the keys to start the truck but them I remembered I had to have those two items so I could make supper. I summoned up my courage and kept my arms in front of my chest as I quickly got those needed items. On the way home I couldn't get the look of that bag-boy from my mind. I looked down at my breast and my nipples were rock hard. Just the thought of someone looking at my harden nipples under my top began to appeal to me. Women have been going braless in public places for years and years I told myself, so why shouldn't I. I purposely started going braless in public once in awhile but doing it more and more frequently as I enjoyed it more and more. I also started wearing my short-shorts in public also. The next summer just into our third year of marriage. I got a nasty rash and infection between my legs and had to see the doctor. I had a yeast infection and a bad case of heat rash. The female doctor gave me some antibiotics and prescription ointment for the rash and told me not to wear any underwear until I came back to seen her in a week. I tried to tell her I could not do that and she said I had to if I wanted to get better. She explained the elastic was rubbing the rash making it worse and I need to get air to it to let it dry up. I was shocked at this situation and felt humiliated as I walked out of the doctors office in my below the knee dress with my panties in my purse. I was even too embarrassed to tell my husband that I was doing what he always wanted me to do. I didn't even leave the house all week because I was pantyless under my long skirts. But when I did finally tell Bud I was pantyless, her perked right up and asked me to lift up my skirt and show him. I couldn't believe he had just asked me to lift my dress up and show him my privates, but at the same time I got a bit excited as I slowly lifted the hem of my dress to my waist. Bud walked over grabbed me and kissed me telling me it looked good to see me that way. When I seen the doctor, she told me I was getting better but that she wanted her to remain pantyless for at least another week. And when I expressed her concerns of her not wearing panties the doctor explained the actual health benefits of not wearing panties. When I asked the doctor if any women actually preferred going without panties. She said that she knew many women that rarely wore panties anymore. I was a bit surprised and said, "Really?" with a questioning look and the doctor smiled and said that she was one of them. I was sitting there stunned by the doctor's remark when one of the nurses walked in and the doctor asked her if she was wearing any panties today and the girl calmly said "NO". That was when the doctor looked at me and told me that as far as she was concerned, underwear was really an almost useless piece of garment. The only time she wore any was when she wore a short dress or skirt or during her period for extra protection. The nurse agreed and said that was right, but then sometimes it was fun wearing a short skirt or dress without panties. Both the nurse and doctor giggled at that statement. They more or less convinced me that day that there was nothing wrong or immoral if I didn't wear underwear. The only people, who were concerned, were the people who made them. If nobody wore them they would be out of a job. By the time I got home my lack of panties didn't bother me, I was comfortable with it. Bud came home a few minutes after I did and I told him what the doctor said about my rash and them told him I didn't have time to take anything out for supper and that if he didn't mind could we go to 'Burger King' to eat. He smiled and asked if I was going to put panties on. I lifted my skirt and said, "Nope, I'm going like this." He smiled again, kissed me, picked up the baby and took my hand leading towards the door. At first it felt weird sitting in a public place without underwear but I soon got use to it and began to enjoy the daring feeling I had. I started wearing everything without panties after that day. Within a few weeks I had quit wearing bras or panties all together! I would get up in the morning and put on only a t-shirt or tank top and a pair of shorts or short-shorts and go to town shopping like that. I noticed that people started noticing me more and more. Before I knew it I was enjoying the looks and then I started to look for clothing to get more looks. One of my simple but very effective outfits was just one of my husband's old white man's undershirts and a pair of my super short 'Daisy Dukes' with no bra or panties beneath them. There was no doubt that I was braless, my nipples seem to be trying to push holes though the top and I loved it when a man would stop and stare at them. And I had cut those shorts so short that the lower cheeks of my ass were showing. My pussy was wet every time I came home. I really was getting into exposing my body. One day I seen a couple of cute short sundresses and had to have them, one had thin straps over the shoulder and the other was a halter dress. I tried them on and asked the salesclerk if I could wear it home. I felt almost naked. I had never owned much less worn a short dress before and now here I was going to wear one in public and with nothing on under it. Wouldn't Bud be shocked if he seen me like this. I then decided to do something I rarely do. Since it was almost noon I called Bud and told him that since I was I town would he mind if I picked him up lunch and we could eat together. He said that he would love that. I told I would stop and pick up some chicken and see him soon. I had left J.J. [our son] at my favorite babysitter [Jane] so I called her and told her I was going to eat lunch with Bud and would be a couple hours later. I stopped at 'KFC' and picked up some chicken and fries. I was nervous but yet exhilarated, standing there naked but for the little thin-strapped sundress I was wearing. Bud was standing outside the office talking with a co-worker when I pulled up. I got out of the car and bent over to get the chicken when I felt a breeze on my bare ass. I looked around and was glad nobody noticed. I definitely had to learn to be careful when I bent over. Especially since this dress was about 2 foot shorter than the ones I used to normally wear. Bud stopped talking in mid-sentence and his eyes bulged out when he saw me. I walked to him with a new found confidence and happiness I never knew was in me. Bud's co-worked looked at me and just said, "Whoa, who's the babe?" Bud smiled and told him I was his wife. The guy said he was sorry about his comment and Bud told him it was no problem because he was thinking the same thing. Bud kissed me and told me I looked fabulous. He asked how long I had this dress. I smiled and told him about an hour. He said he loved it and I told him I had also bought another one too he would like. Then he asked if I was wearing panties, I just smiled but said nothing. After we ate our chicken he walked me to the car. I opened the door while looking around; I bent over to put the rest of the chicken on the other seat as I bared my ass to him. He grabbed my ass and fondled it as I moaned. I slowly stood up on my wobbly legs and he kissed me. I teasingly asked him if he liked the way I was dressed right now. He said, "Yes, it has always been my biggest fantasy." I said, "You know, I'm beginning to like it too so don't be surprised if I do it more often." I kissed him and got in the car pulling the hem up until I could see my bush. His eyes got big again as I told him that maybe I should drive home just like this. Then I pulled the hem back down stating I didn't think I was brave enough to try that yet. But a mile down the road, I couldn't help but pull it back up again just to see if I could drive around exposed like that. But before I had gotten home, I had the hem of the dress around my waist. I don't really know if anyone seen me like that, but my pussy and car seat were wet anyway. I had put the baby down for a nap when Bud got home. I was sitting naked in front of the computer reading letters from his favorite website [Literotica] and was really horny. I quickly started removing his clothes and then pushed him on the floor and for the first time I got on top of him and quickly lowered myself onto his hardening dick. It was a new position for me but I quickly got the hang of it and wondered why I waited so long to try different positions. After a couple minutes I got off of him and got on my hands and knees and actually said the words, "Fuck my pussy, NOW!" Oh I loved this new position, I may never go back to missionary. The next afternoon Bud called and was excited. He said he had just been promoted and felt like going out and celebrating with a nice dinner tonight and for me to call Jane and see if could baby-sit tonight. I was so happy! Jane agreed to watch JJ and even offered to watch him all night. I went home from dropping off JJ, I took a nice bath and decided to wear my new halter dress. I put it on and noticed it was a bit thinner than I had remembered. I could make out my nipples and bush if the light hit it right. I then remembered reading in some of those letters on Bud's website about women shaving their pussies bare, so I thought I would give it a try. Within half an hour, I had it nice and smooth. It felt so different and so nice. From my neck down I now had no hair, I looked like a little girl. I giggled at what Bud might think when he found out. In these last few months my mind has changed. I am now willing and wanting to try anything sexually with Bud. I put my dress back on and was happy with the changes so I decided I could wear the dress without any major see-thru problems. When Bud seen the dress, he said I looked so sexy he was thinking about taking me right there in the middle of the livingroom floor. Except that we needed to hurry he had made reservations and we had just enough time to get there. When I walked out the front door Bud told me to stop. I was standing in the doorway between Bud and the sun. Bud said he loved the view through the dress and for me not to move. He went and got his camera and took a few pictures of the sun shining though my dress. I was more than willing to strike a few posses for him. Once in the car, Bud reached over pulled up the dress and when he seen my shaved pussy he actually ran off the road a bit. He then reached over and rubbed my pussy a bit. My God, I almost came! The feelings were more intense with no hair. He made me smile when he said he liked the change I had made and said he hoped I would let him lick it when we got home. I told him that if he touched me like that again, I might just make him pull to the side of the road and make him lick me then and there. After a short pause, I told him that I hoped he didn't mine but since he touched me there. I now needed some relief and since we didn't have time to stop, I hoped he didn't mind but I was going to finger myself off here and now. He told to go for it. I reached in the back seat for a towel we keep in the car, just in case we get caught in the rain. I spread in on the seat under my ass and lifted my dress to my waist and commenced to bring myself off while Bud drove northbound on I-75 towards Atlanta in the evening sunset light. This was only the second time in my life I had masturbated and my first in front of Bud and now I didn't care who saw me. I had just leaned the seat back and stared to finger myself when Bud dropped another bomb. He said he had meant to tell me when he got home but that my sexy dress made him forget. There were going to be two other couples joining us, two of the other district managers and their wives. For some unknown reason, knowing that four strange people were going to be sitting with us and me practically naked and the possibly of two men looking at my breast through my thin top only excited me more. I came hard in less than a minute. We arrived at the restaurant just in time. The other couples Jack/Karen and Kevin/Carla were waiting both having shorter drives. I noticed immediately that Jack and Kevin were both looking at my boobs. It felt good to be noticed, I liked that feeling. Dinner went very well, I never had been one for drinking but I got talked into a couple glasses of wine and was feeling warm and comfortable. I was now enjoying my near public nudity, I was now making it a point to get up and walk across the busy restaurant to the restrooms. I could see many of the men checking me out every time I strutted across the room. We would be very late getting home plus it wouldn't be safe to drive with alcohol in us. So Bud suggested we get a room at a nearby hotel and stay here tonight. We got a room at the 'Ramada' and while we checked in we heard music from the lounge. Bud asked if I would like to try my hand at a little dancing before we went to the room. I've never been on a dance floor before but in my intoxicated state, it sounded like fun to me and agreed to try. On about the second or third song, Bud lowered his hands to my ass as we dance. I liked the feel of his hands on my ass and told him I liked it. Then he began to massage and rub my ass, I knew someone might be watching and I kind of hope somebody was. Then Bud totally shocked me! He reached his hand under the hem of my dress and grabbed hold of my naked ass. Knowing that anybody could be looking at my now exposed bare ass excited me and gave me a mini-orgasm right there on the dance floor. I took Bud's face in my hands and kissed him and then told him to take me to our room and to make me a slut. We didn't get much sleep that night. I became what my mother would call a slut. I sucked Bud's cock for the first time and I enjoyed it. Then he ate my pussy for the first time, which I hope won't be the last. Then we screwed in almost every position we could think of. Then when we woke in the morning, we had anal sex. It was a bit painful at first but I ended up really enjoying it and can't wait to try it again. Bud called room service and had breakfast brought up. I asked Bud if I could try something I read from his website and he said I could do almost anything I wanted so I let him in on my plans. When room service showed up, I was on my back and only a bed sheet covered me. When Bud stubbed his toe on the table, it was my signal to stretch and roll away from them. As I rolled over onto my stomach, the sheet came with me uncovering my entire naked backside from heel to head. Bud said the bellboy's eyes where as big as silver dollars. He left as soon as Bud tipped him. That was so exciting for both of us that we just had to screw again. Since all the clothing I had was my little dress, I took a shower and slipped it back on just before we left. As soon as we were on the interstate, I reclined my seat back to relax but Bud reached over and slid up my dress to play with my pussy again. Then he gave me an evil little smile as he said. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable with this dress off?" I had never given a thought at being completely being naked in the car during the day but the though did not offend me, in fact it excited me a bit. I asked him if he was sure he wanted me naked so that anybody around could see his wife naked. He said he really wasn't sure how he felt about it but just wanted to know if it would be willing to give it a try. I told him I didn't know if I could do it but if he was all right with it and wanted me to give it a try, I would. He took my hand and gave it a squeeze. As this point if he had asked me to stand naked in the middle of Atlanta I would have done it for him. I sat up a bit and grabbed the hem of my dress and pull it up and over my head. I was now naked to the world and the warm sun coming through the windshield landing on and warming up my pussy put me into a wonderful world of my own. I was so warm and comfortable and at ease, I didn't care who saw me naked. I reclined the seat back again and closed my eyes and still tired for our night of sex I ended taking a short nap until I heard a truck horn blow. I snapped awake and noticed a 18 wheeler next to us and the young man was grinning ear to ear as he looked down on me. I then realized he was looking at my totally nude body. Because of my old habits I started to cover myself with my hands, then I slowly started to play with my tits for the guy. I asked Bud if this was the first trucker to see me, he said "no, that this was about the 10th guy to see me." Apparently the word had gotten around on the CB radio because all the truckers were watching out their rearview mirrors as we approached. Let's just put it this way. I remained naked until we pulled into our driveway. I masturbated myself off twice and sucked Bud off once on the interstate while the tuckers watched I'd say close to a hundred in all. I think that riding around naked is one of my favorite things to do on a long trip. Well I just like being naked! I now am naked or close to it all the time now. Sheer tops, super short dresses and skirts with nothing underneath are a way of life for me now. Bud and I are into public sex. We've done it in a hundred different places. Whether it be on an empty stretch of beach or on a bar stool in a dark crowded bar or standing up in the middle of a large crowd at a rock concert, it is so exciting! We haven't gotten it trouble with the law yet but we have been caught in the act a few times by strangers. It is so exciting being watched that I don't even want to think of stopping when someone catches us. We still have Bud's old pickup and it is big enough in the front seat for me to sit in his lap naked and drive as he is thrusting his big hot cock in my pussy from behind as we drive down the highway putting on a show. We recently moved into a new and bigger house with a fenced in backyard and an in-ground pool. We hadn't been in the house two weeks when we had unexpected company. One Saturday morning about 10am, Bud and I were getting ready to get in the pool for a nude swim when we had a knock at the front door. I opened the door and was surprised to she my father, mother, and sisters standing there. I was wearing just a large tank top and Bud was in just a pair of tight black nylon boxer briefs. Mom's face went red and her mouth dropped open then she started screaming at me for how I was dressed. She started calling me a slut and a whore, telling me I was going to hell for dressing as I did as she turned and stomped off back to the car. I lost my cool and shouted after her that I might be a slut, but that I was a very happy and well-satisfied slut with a wonderful husband that knew how to keep me happy in the bedroom. She stopped looked back at me then opened the car door, got in and slammed the door shut. Dad told me not to worry about the old bag and said the reason they stopped by was to ask if I could put up my sisters for a week or so. They had to go the Mississippi; her sister was real sick and wasn't expected to last but a couple days. I told him sure, no problem and for him to drive safe. When he left, I noticed my sisters; Cara and Barbara were staring at Bud in his tight underwear. I told them we were both just getting ready to get in the pool and if they wanted to they could both join us. They said they had no suits to wear so I told them I had a couple suits that would fit them and to follow me to my bedroom. I knew I might have a little trouble getting them to wear my old string-tie bikinis with mom's puritan believes still in them but I knew I had to try. They agreed to wear them but only under some of Bud's old big t-shirts. The suits fit them both and I told them so, but they still wouldn't leave my bedroom until they had put on the t-shirts. I just had to show-off even for my sisters, so I put on my hot pink t-back bikini. They couldn't keep theirs eyes off Bud's slowing growing bulge that afternoon. Thanks to my helping hands. There just might be a chance for them yet. There was a lot of horseplay and wrestling in the pool and I noticed the girls loved to jump on top of him while wrestling him and they always seemed to wrap their legs around him in the process of trying to dunk him. While we were resting I got Bud to put some suntan lotion on my back. The girls watched as I got down on my stomach with my all but naked ass to the sun and Bud rubbed the lotion on my back, legs, ass cheeks. I just had to shock the girls a little so I moaned a couple times as he rubbed it in and told him how got his hands felt as he was rubbing my ass. I then asked Cara and Barbara if they would like for Bud to rub lotion on their backs. Barbara quickly said yes and removed the t-shirt she had on then laid flat on the lounge chair next to me. Cara asked Barbara what see was doing and said that if mom found out she might kill her. Barbara asked her, "And how would she know unless someone tells her. I'm sure not going to tell her and I don't think Becky would tell her and so unless you tell her she won't find out. Are you going to tell her?" Cara smiled and said, "No way I would tell her and what she doesn't know won't hurt her." She then looked at Bud and asked him that when he got done with Barbara if he would mind doing her back as well. Cara later told me she admired my guts at being willing to wear the suit I had on. I told her that in the privacy of my backyard it was no big thing and that on some days we even swam and laid out around the pool completely nude. You should have seen her jaw drop. "Nude?" she asked. I just smiled and nodded my head. "Him too?" she asked. I nodded again and I seen small smile come across her lips. I told her that is what we were getting ready to do when they knocked on the door this morning. About that time Bud came out of the pool with the beginning of a nice erection. Cara eyes when straight to his semi-hard member. I knew I somehow had to figure out a way for her to see his unit without her knowing I knew she seen it. We all remained in our suits the rest of the day. After supper I put on only a long red tank top and I asked Bud to put on his turquoise gauze running shorts only, the ones he removed the liner out of a couple years ago. He asked why them, because almost every time he sat down, his balls would come out. I told him I knew that and that was why I wanted him to wear them. I wanted him to 'accidentally' come out in front of my sisters so they could see what a real cock looked like, and I told him not to worry if something went wrong because I would be there to put our the fire. Both sisters came out in ankle length nightgowns with robes but I could still see they were wearing bras and panties. I told Cara and Barbara I sure hope they didn't mine what Bud and I where wearing because we usually didn't wear much around the house but that we also didn't want to offend them. They looked at each other saying it was fine with them and that they wish that they had something cooler to wear but mom would not allow it. I told them to get up and come with me. I gave them each one of Bud's long T-shirts to wear. They both removed the long pajamas and put on those t-shirts and nervously came back to the family room with me. Bud was in his recliner and I got in mine, putting the girls directly across from Bud. He went and got him a soft drink and flopped back in his chair. In the corner of my eye, I saw Barbara elbow Cara and point towards Bud. Cara's eyes got big and she started to blush. Then she smiled and bent over to Barbara and whispered something to her. Bud 'accidentally' came out a few more times that night and neither sister said a thing but then again I noticed they did not miss a chance to get a free look. The last time he popped out, his dick and ball where completely out as he laid back in his recliner pretending to be asleep for at least 15 minutes. But I had to wake him up because his dick was starting to get hard and it was time to take ME to bed. I walked over to him and dropped a throw pillow in his lap to awaken him and I told him it was time to go to bed and winked at him. He nodded and slowly got up spreading his legs as he got up allowing the pillow to fall on the floor and revealing his now completely hard dick. He looked down and acted surprised and embarrassed and saying his apologies as he ran from the room. I told my sisters I was sorry they seen his penis and hoped they weren't upset about it. They both were red faced with embarrassment but told me they weren't mad and not to be mad at him about what happen. I smiled at them and then giggled as I told them that I wasn't going to punish him for being in his condition but I did have plans for his condition. I told them goodnight as I headed for the bedroom planning to make some extra noise tonight. Things progressed quicker that week than I thought it would. By the time next Saturday rolled around both my sisters were walking around the house and swimming in the pool as naked as Bud and I. They both shaved they pussies and learned to openly masturbate if they felt like it. I even showed them how to jack-off a guy whenever they got a chance to by using Bud as an example. I even showed them the finer points of sucking a guy off. I made sure to tell my sisters that they could look all they wanted but they could not touch Bud's dick. Bud was more than willing to let them watch. When Bud was home from work he always seemed to be in some state of arousal with three naked females around him and I enjoyed playing with him I front of my sisters to keep him that way. We all agreed we like looking at a nice hard dick. I'm sure mom is going to be very mad at me with the major changes in attitude of my sisters. But screw her! I don't want my sisters to be so uninformed and misinformed about men, sex, and the way in life in general as I was when I got married. I told my sisters if they ever needed a place to stay, they would always be welcome here. A couple weeks later bud came home with a small 2 small boxes under his arm one Friday night. I asked what they were. He said that they were a couple of surprise for me. One he gave me and told me to go clean up and put it on because we were going out tonight. He also said he had talked to Jane a couple days ago and she had agreed to watch JJ again for us. The other box was for when we returned home. The dress was a stretch black mini-dress with 3-inch circular cutouts up both sides. It was very light and molded to me like a second skin. Can you say it was sexy? Oh yea! We ended going just south of Macon to a new dance club. The place was rockin'! The lighting and music was great. Most of the girls there dressed in some sort of revealing outfit. There was a lot of skin showing everywhere you looked and I noticed Bud looking a lot. It didn't bother me one bit because I knew he was coming home with me. Plus we had agreed months ago looking around was OK but no touching. It was a lot of fun that night but I was tired and slept most of the way home. After we picked up JJ and got home, I asked Bud what was in the other box. He told me to get undressed and to meet him in the family room. He told me to sit next to him on the couch as he pressed play on the CD remote. IT WAS PORNO! Believe it or not I had never seen one before and I didn't see much of this one. All the moaning, sucking, licking, and fucking really got to me. I was on the floor between Bud's legs sucking on his cock in no time. Watching the sex on TV and sucking Bud's cock, I had an orgasm without being touched. Bud came in all three holes before we went to bed. I still watch those CD's sometime when I'm home alone and get horny. My plastic buddy helps me make it through the day when I get that way. I don't mind using my friend when needed because I don't even want another man to touch me sexually. Bud and I have had the talk about how excited I get when I expose my body and if I would ever be tempted to have sex with another man even if Bud is present. I told him "NO WAY!" It actually revolts me at the thought of another man sticking his dick in me. I would rather be naked on national TV for all my family and friends to see, than to have another man inside me. Cara graduated a couple weeks ago and just called and asked if she could come over and stay a few days. She'll be here in about an hour so I need to get up and clean up a bit. I still hope she is willing to get naked because I want to surprise Bud when he gets home with two nude women to greet him. I just might let her touch him so that I can really teach her how to treat a man right. I'm glad it's Friday night and Bud doesn't have to work tomorrow. It just might be a long night for him.

Tracey's Medieval Humiliation by Katie Smith “Come along kids, hurry up.” Tracey shouted to the surly group of kids behind her. It was 9.25am already and they had to be at the medieval village by 10.00 and it was a good half hour drive. Tracey was taking the group of fourteen school kids on a visit to the village. She was well aware that this was not a popular school trip, the medieval village was in the middle of the nearby forest and was a full working re-enactment of what a middle ages village was like, complete with mud huts, blacksmiths, etc etc. The village had been set up ten years ago and was staffed by local historians who acted the parts of villagers. The whole place was meant to be a place kids could come to and see how it was in the old days and indeed Tracey’s school had been sending kids on trips to visit the village for some time. The kids had never seemed to enjoy the visit much though, after all once you’d seen one mud hut you’d seen them all! The village was right out in the middle of nowhere as well which meant a bumpy ride on the old school bus to get there. Just recently the teacher who’d taken the last trip there had said the place was looking run down, if a medieval village could look run down! The number of “villagers” was reduced to less than ten and the school was seriously considering making this the last school trip to the place. Tracey had drawn the short straw to take the kids and she hadn’t been happy when she’d found it she was taking class 5G, the mostly delinquent kids! All of them eighteen or nineteen years old. She was even less happy that day when she had got up to see that it was raining and cold. As she got dressed she thought the school may well call the trip off, after all the village was some way away in the middle of a muddy forest and they had to get there with an unreliable old school bus. As she got dressed she convinced herself that it would be called off and so she dressed in her usual smart skirt and jacket. As she arrived at the school though she noticed with dismay the school bus standing beside the main entrance with a couple of kids already waiting by it. She pulled into her car parking space and quickly went inside to see the deputy head who smilingly assured her that the trip was definitely on. “I’m surprised you didn’t wear more appropriate clothing Tracey, it’s liable to be a bit muddy down there.” He smiled, as he looked her up and down. Tracey had never liked him much, he always appeared to be leering at her and she almost shuddered as she felt his eye’s travelling up and down her body. He quickly assured her that she had no time to go home and change though and she’d better get out to the bus and round up the kids. Tracey was more than a bit apprehensive as she walked back to the bus, of the ten boys and four girls in the group she knew most were little short of young thugs and gang members. Tracey had only been at the school for six months and in that time had managed to stay clear of the more “challenging” kids but she knew by hearing other teachers stories that they could be trouble when they wanted to be. The only one of the group she was taking today that she knew was a girl called Emily Thompson. Emily had been a good girl until she’d got a new boyfriend, Mark West, and Emily suddenly started acting like a bad girl with an attitude and Tracey had eventually no choice but to mark her down a year, something that Emily had sworn to get Tracey back for. So Tracey was not that happy to be taking this trip for a whole number of reasons! They finally arrived at the village at 10.20 am, 20 minutes late after a few squabbles on the bus which almost made the bus driver stop and turn the bus round to go back to the school! The rain had almost stopped when they’d left the school but now in the middle of the forest it was raining steadily and as Tracey stepped off the bus onto the muddy ground she wished she had been wearing one of the coats that her pupils were wearing, or at least a decent pair of shoes rather than the heels she had on! She quickly led them to the reception building and into the dry and she explained who they were to the bored looking woman dressed up as a woman from the middle ages, complete with a long peasants dress that was alarmingly low cut to show off her large cleavage and Tracey knew the boys in her group were having a good look! The woman told Tracey in no uncertain terms that they were late and had missed the 10.00 o’clock tour so they would have to wait for a while until a guide came over to see them, they would be the last tour of the day as it was raining and they had no more groups booked in. Tracey told the kids about the delay and they all settled down as much as they could to await the tour guide. The room was not that big and Tracey felt a bit intimidated sitting amongst her pupils. Some of the boys were looking at various posters on the wall and one had apparently caught their eye and they were laughing and joking about it. For a few moments Tracey couldn’t see what they were laughing about but as they moved away she saw the poster showed a picture of a young peasant girl standing with her head and wrists in wooden stocks while young children were throwing rotten fruit at her, what really surprised Tracey was that the girl in the stocks was completely naked! Although it was only a drawing she was very clearly naked and the artist had drawn her from the side on and was not shy in showing her naked breasts hanging down as she stooped forward with her head in the stocks. No wonder the boys had been attracted to the picture Tracey thought to herself and she questioned such a picture being in a public reception room where school kids waited. They waited another twenty minutes before a very wet man suddenly appeared dressed in medieval clothes and announced that he was their guide. He didn’t look very happy, probably because he was soaked through and thought he was going home early but now he had to show another group around. He made a quick remark about them being late and when Tracey started to try and make a weak joke about the rain holding them up he almost snapped at her, “Excuses, excuses, we always find when a school groups late it’s always because a woman teachers in charge, put a man in charge and no problem, women though there’s always a problem.” He looked at her disdainfully. Tracey was a bit stunned by his outburst but before she could say anything he went on to explain that because they were running late, and the fact that it was raining, the village was practically empty but he would show them around some of the huts and the blacksmiths shop that was still open. Tracey could tell that the kids were as enthusiastic about the whole thing as he was as he led them outside into the rain. Luckily it was only a short walk to the first hut and all Tracey could think about as they walked there through the muddy centre of the village was thank God she lived in the 21st Century rather than the middle ages! The place was a quagmire of mud and water with several deep puddles in the centre of the village. She knew her shoes had had it by now and she also knew her stockings were plastered with mud almost up to her knees as she carried on walking to the first hut. It was quite small and with all the kids and herself and the guide in there it was quite cramped. They all listened to him giving his little talk and showing them the way the peasants cooked with little or no interest from the kids. When he asked if there were any questions nobody raised their hands, which embarrassed Tracey so she asked a simple question about whether it was always the women who did all the cooking. “Oh yes,” he replied “ it was a pretty sexist society in those days, men were the hunters and providers and women were the homemakers and they were also subservient to the men, there were no arguments about who was the boss of the house in those days.” He laughed. There were a few giggles from the kids and the guide continued and laughed, “They may not of been as clever as we are now days but at least they got that bit right.” then looking straight at Tracey he continued, “In those days a woman knew her place and was all the better for it.” There were a few more giggles and Tracey once again couldn’t believe the man's totally sexist attitude but then he said it was time to go and visit the blacksmith. They set out into the rain once more and they’d only taken a dozen steps when Tracey tripped. She didn’t know what she’d caught her foot on but before she could stop herself she went flying headfirst into a large deep puddle. She was aware of peels of laughter all around her as she spluttered the muddy cold water from her mouth and sat up in the water looking all the world like a drowned rat. She almost started crying with humiliation but just managed to stop herself as the kids continued to laugh at her and to make it worse when she tried to get up she slipped on the wet mud again and splashed back down on her bottom into the water. The guide offered his hand and she saw with no surprise that he was laughing to as she took it and he hauled her out of the puddle and as she stood there soaked from top to toe, he said they’d better get to the blacksmiths to dry her off. Tracey squelched along behind him as fast as she could and it took her a few steps to realise she’d lost both her shoes in the puddle and was now walking in her stockinged feet. They all felt the heat as they entered the blacksmiths hut but Tracey welcomed it more than the others as she was starting to shiver. Once they were all inside the guide turned to Tracey and said, “Right then young lady we’d better get you out of those wet clothes or you will freeze to death.” Tracey couldn’t argue with him about the freezing to death part, she was noticeably shivering in front of them all but surely he didn’t think she was going to take her clothes off in front of everyone! She stuttered out I’ll be okay before he said, sterner this time, “Nonsense, look at you, your shivering already, if we don’t get you dry you’ll have pneumonia by the time you leave here, now lets get these clothes off you.” As he said it he started undoing the buttons on Tracey’s wet blouse before she stopped him with a squeal, “I can’t take my clothes off in front of the kids!” “Course you can, not all of them anyway, just your blouse and skirt, if we get them dried off we can do the rest later.” He said, “Now stand still while I undo these buttons and stop being a silly girl.” Tracey knew it made sense to get her wet clothes off but she couldn’t allow herself to be undressed in front of her pupils could she. She knew she was the centre of attention now and she should stop him but there was something about the man's manner and voice which made her think he wouldn’t take any nonsense from a girl and anyway he’d already got the first three buttons of her blouse undone and so despite feeling totally embarrassed she made no effort this time to stop him unbuttoning her blouse totally and pulling it of her shoulders and then off her completely. She even found herself putting her hand on his shoulder as he bent down and unzipped her skirt and pulled it down so she could step out of it. She was left standing in just her bra and panties and hold up stockings and the stockings didn’t stay on for long! “Better leave the rest on for now, don’t want the kids getting to excited.” He laughed. She saw him hand her skirt and blouse to the blacksmith and she was left standing there in just her underwear, underwear that was also wet and she knew it was not doing much to hide her charms! Everyone was staring at her and several of the boys were making jokes about her including one boy, who shouted out, "Nice tits Miss.” Which got a big laughed from the group and made Tracey feel about two feet tall! To her great relief the guide then started talking to the blacksmith and continuing with the tour and Tracey edged her way to the back of the group although she knew she was still getting lots of looks from the kids who probably couldn’t believe that their pretty teacher was now dressed in just her underwear. To be honest she wasn’t really listening to what the blacksmith was saying, she could see her skirt and blouse had been placed over a pipe over his open forge and she hoped they would soon be dry enough to wear again, although they didn’t look to safe hanging there! She heard some laughter and she thought they were talking about slave girls and the like and then she heard some of the boys asking for a demonstration but she had no idea of what, all she could think about was getting her clothes back. There was fresh laughter and then she suddenly felt herself being pushed to the front of the group. “Okay Missy this shouldn’t hurt as long as you stay still, now just kneel down and put your head on the anvil.” Tracey looked at him confused, “Sorry?” she asked. “Weren’t you listening young lady?” The blacksmith said with a sigh, “Perhaps the boys were right, you are a perfect subject for this little demonstration.” He laughed. There were a few laughs and one of the boys shouted out, “Just do it Sir.” Tracey was now standing in front of and anvil and she suddenly felt the guides hand on her shoulder pushing her down and she felt her knees giving out and she was knelt down. “Good girl, now keep still.” The guide said patronisingly and she was still totally unaware of what she was kneeling for when she suddenly felt two rough hands around her neck seeming to size her up and then as the kids watched laughing she felt this time not hands but two bands of iron being pushed around her neck and clicked together at the back. As she started to panic she again felt the guides big hands on her shoulders and he said close to her ear, “Stay still, this bit could hurt if you move.” Tracey suddenly sensed the blacksmith turning back to her and pulling her hair up and away from the back of her neck and then something hot was close to her skin, very hot! It didn’t actually touch her but it was close enough to make her tremble fearfully as she heard him say to the watching group of kids, “We just slide the pin in to connect the two pieces of the collar and she’s done.” The heat was bad but Tracey squealed when all of a sudden freezing cold water was splashed over the back of her neck and as the kids laughed she heard the blacksmith saying, “That’s how we fit a slave collar to a girl, in medieval times she’d be well and truly stuck with that collar for the rest of her life and even now she won’t get it off without some professional help.” A few of the kids were laughing and saying cool but Tracey was suddenly pretty mad! How dare they collar her with an iron collar, which she wouldn’t be able to get off! Not only that it was fastened quite tightly! “I think this has gone far enough.” Tracey said as she started to get up desperate to reassert her authority in front of the kids but the guide laughed and said, “Oh we have a disrespectful slave girl here, I think she should be punished in the normal way, would you like to see how that was done in the old days.” He laughed to the group. Needless to say they all laughed and cheered as he took hold of Tracey’s arm and started pulling her out of the hut. She was trying to struggle against him but he was a good foot taller than her and much stronger and despite herself trying to get her authority back a minute earlier she now felt like a small schoolgirl being dragged to the headmasters office for punishment. The pupils were following behind and laughing as they saw their semi naked teacher being dragged through the rain and mud. She suddenly looked up and saw with horror that she was being dragged to the waiting stocks. He pushed her against the wooden pillar and opened up the top half and pushed her head into the semi circular groove followed by her wrists on either side of her head and the top half of the stocks fell down into place trapping her in the classic pose. She strained to lift the top up and escape but he must have fastened it into place and she was completely helpless in the stocks. “Let me out.” She started to scream but instead of helping her she heard to her horror Emily giggling and saying to the guide, “Shouldn’t, she be naked Sir.” “Good girl, you’ve been reading your history,” the guide laughed, “ let’s get her stripped off then.” Tracey really started struggling then but she was completely helpless as she felt groping hands pulling down her panties and lifting her legs out of them followed by her bra being unclipped and pulled off her. She couldn’t believe it herself but she was now standing in the middle of the village completely naked in the town stocks! There was no way she could cover herself from her pupils staring eyes and laughter as this time she couldn’t not hold back the tears of humiliation. “That’s bought you down a peg or two hasn’t it missy.” The guide laughed at her and he suddenly disappeared from her view and she guessed it was him who slapped her bottom hard! The kids took their lead from him and she was soon receiving many slaps on her naked and exposed behind. There were also more than a few wandering hands to other parts of her body! Apart from anything else it was also extremely cold and wet standing naked in the mud! After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only 10 minutes the slapping and groping stopped but just as Tracey thought her torment may be over she suddenly received a big wet rotten tomato in the face. As she looked up she saw with dismay that a large basket full of rotten fruit was now standing ten feet away and the kids were eagerly queuing up waiting their turn to pelt the naked teacher! And pelt they did, Tracey’s body and face were soon covered in a revolting mess of rotten squishy fruit much to the kids delight. All Tracey could do was keep her head low and wait for the barrage to stop. It took her a minute to realise it had stopped when it did and when she raised her head she was surprised and relieved to see that everyone had gone. She caught a quick sight of the back of one of the kids disappearing into one of the huts and she was suddenly alone. In some ways being alone was worse than being the centre of the kids amusement and she guessed she was left standing naked and shivering in the rain for a good twenty minutes until finally the guide returned and as he approached her he laughed and said, “Thanks for being a good sport missy, the kids really learnt a lot from this visit.” Tracey was too cold and exhausted to reply and he chuckled as he ran his hand down her side, “Your in a right mess though, we’ll get you cleaned up in the staff showers don’t you worry.” He opened the top of the stocks and although Tracey had wanted to stand proud once she was released she couldn’t stop herself sinking to her knees in the cold mud. “You’ll be pleased to know I’ve just been on the phone to your school and told your headmaster how good you’ve been in helping us out on this trip and I got a few of your pupils to praise you up as well and he’s agreed that from now on you’ll accompany every group from your school.” Tracey looked at him in despair. “I think you’ll be spending a lot more time in these stocks from now on.” He laughed More mediaeval humiliation for Tracey By worthless fem When I heard my boss summoning all the charity's staff together my heart sank. As usual he had a totally smug grin on his face and I sat there seething, just waiting to hear what he’d come up with in the latest of a long line of humiliating "fund raising" stunts. "Well, gentlemen, girls," he said, "I'm sure you all realise that with the economy in the present state it's not as easy as it was to persuade people to reach into their pockets and give generously. However, I've managed to persuade some local businesses to sponsor my latest idea. And the good news is that the Mayor of Eastfield and the local media will all be attending the event." Great, I thought. That means the old sod is going to humiliate us all in public and our faces will be splashed all over the papers and maybe even on the local TV news! "I've talked over specific details with my wife and son and I'm putting them in charge of the main event. Lucy and Emily will also be assisting in what I'm sure, in spite of our present economic difficulties, will be one of our most successful fund-raising activities ever." Trust those two bitches to get out of whatever bad stuff is going down, I thought angrily. I reckon both of them bimbos must be having it off with Chambers and probably his son John and all! The shindig was planned for Saturday and all the blokes were looking forward to it. None of the girls were, except of course Lucy and Emily who’d be well out of whatever danger there was and just having fun! On Saturday morning we all turned out in a hired minibus to go to the do in Eastfield Park. Like you can guess, yours truly was well pissed off at the whole thing, and that was before Chambers had even started any of his stupid stuff! When we arrived at 9 o’clock in the morning I saw the stage had already been set up. I took one look at the sodding wooden contraption they’d rigged up and knew at once what was going to happen. Oh shit, it’s even worse than last time Chambers pulled one of his strokes on us! It’s gonna be the Saturday from hell! "Well, gentlemen, girls, as you can see we’ve decided to give today’s event a mediaeval theme," said Mr. Chambers, grinning smugly like the bastard always done. "We’ll have a range of events but they’ll all be entertaining and enjoyable for our paying guests." Not for them as gets on the receiving end, they won’t, I thought sourly. What a diabolical liberty! "The show will open at half past nine and close at six o’clock tonight. I’m sure our girls will be only too happy to enter into the spirit of things and entertain the crowd to help raise money for a good cause." As if we had a fucking choice about it! I stood around fuming, even more pissed off when I saw Lucy and Emily openly grinning and looking at me like they knew I was gonna get it worse than most. Them two bimbos is me arch enemies. I dunno what it is but right from the off we never seemed to get along. Maybe there’s something in all this reincarnation lark and maybe in some past life we was enemies and all. Anyway, we had to go into a tent and get changed into our mediaeval costumes while the public began to turn up to take part in the "fun." I was given a short skirt, a blouse with an incredibly low décolletage on it and some ridiculously high-heeled shoes. Of course I wasn’t allowed to wear a bra underneath though I DID get to keep my knickers on! Then I went outside, Mr. Chambers leering as he saw me kitted out in all that mediaeval gear. "You look lovely, Tracey," he grinned. "The customers will certainly enjoy seeing you raising money for a good cause." What could I do or say? I just smiled sweetly at him and said nothing. Then Lucy took a hold of me and, with her usual politeness, shouted at me. "Come on, Tracey, don’t waste time! You’re holding us all up as usual. Follow me; I'll show you where to go." I’d like to tell you where to go, mate, I thought sourly. Still, I just took it and followed the bitch for a couple of minutes walk away. Then I saw it. I stared in total horror and disbelief at the bloody great wooden thing standing in front of me. I knew at once what it was. "That's a fucking pillory!" I said, wishing right away I could back off and go back home. "Yes, it is," said Mr. Chambers' loathsome son John, who’d wandered over to join us. "And you’re going to go inside it and help us raise loads of lovely dosh for the charity, aren’t you?" I looked around the park and saw the faces of the people. There was quite a crowd by now – families, groups, individuals, all of them there to have a fun day out. And now it looked as if yours truly was going to be a big part of their day’s entertainment! "Roll up, gentlemen, ladies!" John shouted to the crowd that was slowly gathering around the pillory. "See Tracey get pelted in a good cause and help us raise some money for charity!" "I'm not putting my head in that fucking thing!" I said to him quietly. "Nothing to worry about," he said reassuringly. "All you’ve got to do is stay in there for about half an hour. Then we’ll put another girl in it." "Yeah? And what’s gonna happen to me while I AM inside that - thing?" "Nothing that bad," he laughed. "OK, you'll get a few wet sponges thrown in your face. Nothing to it, really. And you’ll be helping to raise money for a good cause as well so what are you making so much fuss about?" "But I can't! I mean..." "Yes, you can," said John, smiling and using his most reassuring voice. "For half an hour you get pelted with wet sponges. That’s not exactly the end of the world, is it?" I looked around and saw the crowd starting to get a bit restless. Well, I suppose they’d come here for a bit of fun and maybe getting pelted round me face with a few wet sponges wouldn’t be all that bad. And I could see the way the kids in particular seemed eager for me to go inside it. Even so, I still wasn’t happy. I stood there thinking it over and John put me right on the spot. "Come on, Tracey, you don’t want to disappoint the public, do you? Look at the eager faces of the children – just waiting to see you go inside the pillory and take a few hits from a wet sponge. Surely you don’t want to disappoint all those kids?" The crowd cheered his words enthusiastically and he made me feel almost guilty about saying no. What the hell, I’ll do it, I thought. "Oh, all right," I said reluctantly. "I don’t suppose I’ve got much choice, really." John led me towards the horrible contraption. He turned to the waiting crowd and introduced me. "This young girl is Tracey who’s kindly volunteered to spend some time in the pillory. Remember it’s all a bit of harmless fun in a good cause. Do you all want Tracey to go into the pillory?" "Yes!" came a unanimous and enthusiastic roar of approval from the crowd. Then John led me to the platform. I stood on it as he opened the wooden part at the top. I swallowed nervously as I bend down and put my head on the lower part of the two-piece wooden oval pillory. It was too late to change my mind now. I was going to be stuck there until I was released. "Now put your hands into position," said John, making me fit them in place. Then he closed the wooden bars and I felt the two pieces of wood closing securely round the back of my neck. Instinctively I tried to rise but it was already too late. As well as snapping shut the wooden oval itself, he also locked a padlock around it, making it impossible for me to escape. "Thanks for being such a good sport, Tracey," said John. "Don't go away, will you?" That brought a huge laugh from the crowd, especially the eagerly watching kids. I just ignored his cheap quip. "Now I’ve just got to leave you for a few minutes," he said. "Lucy, you don’t mind taking over while I’m gone, do you?? "Not at all, John," said a smiling Lucy. To my horror John disappeared and Lucy, who I trusted even less than I did him, was suddenly in charge of my fate. I got even more nervous when out of the corner of my eye I saw her fellow bitch Emily coming closer. "Cumfy, Tracey?" asked Lucy, a cruel smile on her face. "Just hang on in there!" I scowled at her but said nothing. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction! "Right, Emily, get the stuff in place," said Lucy. In a couple of minutes, to my utter horror, Emily and a few other girls brought over a number of boxes. I didn’t know what was in them but it didn’t look like sponges to me. "You'll be pleased to hear," said Lucy, a cruel smile all over her face, "there's been a change of plan. We were going to be throwing wet sponges at Tracey but when we approached some local businesses – a grocer, a greengrocer, an ice cream parlour, a restaurant and a pub – they thought it would be better if we made the pillory experience completely realistic for the public and, of course, the girl inside the pillory. They were all happy to donate their rotten produce for a good cause." "What the hell?" I gasped. "What do you mean, rotten produce? I thought it was just going be wet sponges I’d get chucked at me!" "Well, you thought wrong then, didn’t you?"Lucy grinned. Then she turned to the expectant crowd and asked them point-blank. "Tell me, what would you rather see happen to our Tracey? Getting a few wet sponges thrown in her face or getting the full mediaeval pillory treatment – rotten food all over her face and body? Tell you what, put up your hands for the wet sponges? To my horror only about five people stuck their hands up. "And who wants Tracey to get the full mediaeval?" Almost everyone’s hand went up when she asked that. "Well, there you go, Tracey. That’s almost a unanimous vote to give you the works, isn’t it? Never mind, Tracey, don’t forget you’ll be suffering in a good cause. Now let’s see, gentlemen and ladies. What sort of lovely goodies have we got for you to use on Tracey here? We got boxes of rotten tomatoes, rotten fruit, vegetable peelings, rotten eggs. And that’s just to get you started! We’ve still got plenty more goodies on offer when the first batch of ammunition is all gone! There’s no shortage of things you can throw at her!" I stared at the crowd from my helpless position but there was nothing at all I could do about it. Lucy had me at her mercy and mercy was the last thing on HER mind. She knew I was going to get it big time and she was going to make sure the day’s "entertainment" was as messy, unpleasant and humiliating for me as possible. “Please,” I almost begged her. “Please don’t do this to me, Lucy.” “Don’t be so silly, Tracey,” said Lucy, a smug grin on her face. “We’re all going to have LOTS of fun today – even if the fun WILL be at YOUR expense!” Some of the crowd, especially the younger teenagers, started laughing and giggling when she said that. Then Emily joined in with her own brand of “humour” to the delight of the youngsters and the audience generally. “Of course girls put in the pillory in the good old days were generally naked,” she told the crowd. “Would you like to see Tracey hanging in the pillory naked while you pelt her with rotten fruit and stuff?” I could hardly believe my ears. Of course I knew Emily was talking a load of bollocks like per usual but even so I was well pissed off with her. “No they never,” I protested. “Women in the pillory might have got pelted but at least they got to keep their clothes on while it was happening!” “Well, let’s put it to the vote, shall we?” asked a smiling Emily. “Who wants to see Tracey keep her clothes on in the pillory?” About half a dozen hands went up. Christ, I thought, the bitch is gonna make me do it! “And who want to see Tracey naked in the pillory?” Almost every hand went up. Emily turned to me with a huge grin on her face. “Well, you see what the public wants, Tracey. It’s almost a unanimous vote for you to be naked. Anyway, we don’t want the lovely costumes to get damaged, do we? We had to hire them and it’ll save on the washing and dry cleaning bills if we splodge you naked, won’t it?” The crowd laughed again when she said that. “Now then,” said Emily, “as a special treat for the gentlemen here we’re going to hold an auction. The highest bidder gets to strip Tracey naked!” A bloke in his fifties, fat, balding and thoroughly unattractive asked her a question at once. “While we’re stripping her do we get to feel her up as well?” Emily just smiled but I really got mad when the disgusting perve said that. It was bad enough as it was without some pervert squeezing me threepenny bits and stuff. I had to try and make some sort of stand. “Look here, I volunteered to do this for charity. I was conned into it under false pretences as it is. And if you think I’m gonna let some lech like you start feeling me up you got another think coming!” Lucy and Emily just looked at me and laughed. “What a selfish, ungrateful girl you are!” said Emily. “We’ve got a big crowd of people prepared to spend money for a good cause and all you can do is moan!” “Let’s put it to a vote,” said Lucy. “Hands up all those who think that Tracey is being selfish and unreasonable by not allowing the gentlemen to feel her up while she’s being stripped!” Almost everyone’s hands went up, of course. I just stood there and glared as I realised I was going to have to put up with whatever the two bitches wanted to do to me. “Virtually unanimous again,” smiled Lucy. “Well, since there’s a massive majority in favour of Emily’s suggestion, we’ll go ahead with it. Who’ll start the bidding? Do I hear a penny? Who’ll pay a penny to strip Tracey naked and feel her up?” I was almost as insulted that the cow thought I was that cheap as the fact that I was being put through this at all. The bidding went up and in the end the bald, fat, ugly bloke “won” the right to strip me and feel me up for the princely sum of a fiver! He came over, leering in my face, his breath reeking of God only knew what. If I could have moved out of range I would because his halitosis was like gas warfare! Of course he took his time, making especially sure he got a good feel of my rather big boobs. Then, when he’d finally had enough, he took off my skirt and knickers before sticking his finger right up me twat. I was well mad at that, specially since the bugger didn’t even know how to do it right. Then Emily got another brainwave. “See if you can make Tracey come!” she suggested. Well, fuck me, that really WAS a diabolical liberty and no mistake! I was just about to open me mouth and say something when Lucy looked at me with an even bigger grin on her smug dial than Emily’s. “I gotta better idea,” she giggled. “See if you can fetch her to the point where she WANTS to come but don’t let her HAVE an orgasm.” This was definitely the last straw. Even though physically I was naked and helpless in the sodding pillory, there was no way I was gonna let the bitches get away with stuff like that without at least giving them a bit of verbal first. “Oi!” I shouted. “This isn’t fair! I agreed to stand in this pillory and have a few wet sponges chucked at me. I never agreed to stand there naked, get rotten food slung at me and be felt up by some perve!” Lucy laughed when I said that. “Honestly, Tracey, you’re so rude! I think you ought to apologise to the gentleman. He’s paid five pounds for the doubtful privilege of being able to strip you and feel you up so the least you can do is get in the proper spirit of things. This IS in a good cause, remember.” I was about to talk back to her again when Emily intervened. “I think we’ve all had quite enough of Tracey’s rudeness, don’t you, gentlemen and ladies? Shall we gag her to stop the flow of insults?” Almost every hand went up. Only Lucy looked a bit doubtful. “If you gag her it’ll miss some of the best bits of the gungy stuff hitting her face,” she said. “Not if we use a ring gag,” said Emily, smiling in triumph. Then she walked across, squeezed my nose so I had to breathe through my mouth and fitted the ring gag in place. Now my mouth was wide open and I looked like a right stupid berk standing there with it all like that. “That’s much better,” said a grinning Emily. “Now we can let things carry on in peace. Right, let’s take a vote. Who wants to see Tracey come and who wants to see her brought to the brink but denied an orgasm?” This time the vote was a lot closer. I was just hanging there naked in the pillory, hopping mad but totally unable to do squat about it. By a narrow margin of about eight votes the crowd voted in favour of not letting me orgasm in public. Oh God, it’s gonna be a total humiliation for me, I thought angrily. “Wait a minute,” said Emily, pausing in front of a box of rotten fruit. “I’ve got another idea.” She looked through the collection of nasty gungy goo until she found one apple that was particularly rotten. It was heaving with maggots and full of holes where they’d eaten through the fruit. “I think we should stick this juicy, maggot-ridden apple right inside that rude gob of Tracey’s, don’t you, gentlemen and ladies?” she asked. The crowd gave their enthusiastic agreement to her latest idea. I found the nauseating thing stuck right inside me kisser and I couldn’t do a thing about it! What a lousy bitch she is! So I had to put up with that while the perve worked away and several times brought me to the verge but wouldn’t let me come. Bastard! “Well, that’s what you might call the dress rehearsal,” said an openly laughing Lucy. “Now for the main event. Right, it’s a pound a throw, three throws for two pounds, ten throws for a fiver. Start pelting the stupid bitch with everything you’ve got! No need to worry about running out of ammunition either – we’ve got plenty! So let’s be having you, then. Roll up and start bombarding Tracey the bimbo while she hangs naked in the pillory for your enjoyment!” What a cow! Still, I couldn’t do a thing about it. A queue quickly formed and my first tormentor was gripping a rotten tomato in his hand. Splat! It landed right in my face and squelched out all over it. The crowd laughed and cheered and Lucy and Emily were practically wetting themselves with laughter. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I got splatted by an ammunition dump of rotten tomatoes, rotten fruit, rotten eggs and all sorts of veggies. Some of it landed on my body but most of it wound up in my face. And of course they was no way I could protect myself from the missiles. Soon Lucy and Emily produced some more “goodies” and I had to put up with the crowd squeezing salad cream, salsa dip, tomato ketchup and soy sauce all over me. The bitches even squeezed mustard into my eyes and up my nose from a tube which really hurt. After that I had tins of rice pudding, tomatoes, and baked beans poured all over my head, my face and my body. It was horrible! Pies, spaghetti and custard followed. I was totally covered from head to foot in the gungy stuff. Then Lucy went over to an ice-cream stall and came back with two ice creams. To the delight of the crowd, she pushed one right up my arsehole and the other one up my cunt! It was freezing cold down there suddenly! Eventually, after hours being pelted and generally abused, Mr. Chambers came back with his son John. “Good heavens!” he said. “Lucy, Emily, what on earth has been happening? We were only supposed to be throwing wet sponges at Tracey – not goodness only knows WHAT sort of concoctions she’s had thrown at her. And she was only supposed to be in there for half an hour. And why is she naked?” Lucy and Emily looked at each other and then at John. “We got offered a lot of stuff by the local shops and we thought it would make it more authentic if we gave Tracey the full mediaeval treatment,” said Emily after a few seconds to think up her alibi. “And we asked the audience how they’d prefer it too,” said Lucy. “Almost everyone wanted Tracey to get the full mediaeval.” “And what about her clothes?” “Well, in the first place we didn’t want to damage her costume, and also the audience wanted her naked. So we did it.” “I see. Well, I suppose it can’t be helped now. Now the Mayor is making his way to the stall at this very moment. I’ll try and put him off just in case he sees Tracey like this… Oh, hello, Your Worship.” The Mayor looked at me and I could just about see a sort of grin on his face. “I see you’ve entered into the spirit of the Middle Ages, Mr. Chambers,” he said. “Well, let me pose for a photograph with this young girl.” So the bugger, wearing all his chain and ceremonial costume, stood beside me, naked as the day as I was born, covered in goo and slime, stuck in the fucking pillory! “Well, I think it’s very public spirited of you to volunteer to spend your time in the pillory,” said the Mayor. “On behalf of the council I’d like to thank you for your contribution.” What could I say? Actually, with the maggoty apple in my gagged mouth, I couldn’t say nothing. He seemed to realise after a moment that I couldn’t speak and turned to Mr. Chambers. While the two blokes were thinking it over Lucy rushed up and pushed the sodding apple right down my mouth. Well, at least I could splutter now. “I think you need to be cleaned up,” said the Mayor. “Don’t you agree, Mr. Chambers?” “Yes, I think you’re right,” he said, looking a bit sad. Then Emily piped up again. “Why don’t we make her cleaning up a mediaeval experience too? We’ve got a ducking stool and a pond – let’s take her out of the pillory and duck her in the pond!” Of course everyone agreed to that with a lot of enthusiasm so I got put in the ducking stool and half drowned in the pond at Eastfield Park! God, I hate the Middle Ages!

The Midnight Run by Hooked6 The Midnight Run – Part Ten As I made my way across the field towards the girl’s locker room I saw that the boy’s track camp was about to get under way. This might work out better than I thought. Once I reached the locker room, I carefully opened the door and listened. I heard the sound of water running but no voices. I was as quiet as a mouse as I made my way inside. Sure enough, there was Abby under one of the gang showers soaping herself up. I had to admit she really DID have a killer body! I for the life of me couldn’t fathom why she’d be so shy about it. I’d kill for a body like that! I found myself checking out her boobs and her nipples which seemed to be calling attention to themselves by sticking straight out at me! Her pussy, like mine has been recently, was shaved. I’m not the least bit interested in girls mind you but Abby was a goddess! I looked around and spotted her clothes on a bench in front of her locker. I scooped them up and put them into her gym bag and then checked out her locker and removed the towel and other items that were inside. I then carefully closed the locker making sure it clicked. This was so much fun!!!! I was about to leave when I thought I had better make sure there wasn’t anything else she could cover up with. I checked around and found a few stray towels that I also put into her gym bag. Satisfied with my effort I walked as boldly as I could next to the exit door but still in plain sight of Abby if she would have looked up from her washing. “ABBBBBEEEEYYYYYYYY!” I shouted in a sickening voice. “Lookee, what I’VE got!” A look of surprise followed by terror came over her face as she realized what I had done. “Katie Lynn!” “I’ve got your truck keys too!” I said dangling them in front of me. “If you want to leave here by driving instead of running home naked you had better catch me . . .” I then bolted out the door laughing hysterically. I heard Abby shout “COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE WITCH!” As the locker room door was closing, I heard Abby saying, “I’ll get you for this . . .” I took off outside with Abby dripping wet and naked right behind me chasing me for all she was worth and closing fast! It was a good thing I had been getting in shape to make the track team because I barely somehow managed to stay a few steps ahead of her. I headed towards my favorite spot – the visitor’s bleachers. It wasn’t until we had made it almost halfway to the fence that she heard all the laughter coming from the field. I’m guessing that her blatant anger towards me blinded her judgment and she reacted out of instinct not thinking anyone would still be here. She just wanted to murder me and took off running. Now she was wet, naked and in the middle of the field being laughed at by a bunch of boys!! “Would you look at that ass?” one boy shouted. Another said, “Yeah and those tits!! I’d love to suck on them for a while!!” They all were having a good laugh at her expense and her face turned redder and redder. I wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or anger, but I was loving every minute of it!! She stopped, screamed, did her best ‘embarrassed-nude-female’ impression standing frozen as she looked at the field. She was about the same distance back to the locker room as it was to where I was. I surmised she stood there thinking about what to do and which way to go all the while the boys ogled her body which glistened in the sunshine because it was still wet. It was a good thing the boys’ coaches hadn’t taken the field yet or we both would have been in trouble. She then looked over at me and pleaded, “GIVE ME MY BAG!! I need my clothes, a towel, ANYTHING!!!!” “Abbbeyyyyyyy” I taunted her by dangling her keys, “Your truck is THIS way,” and I took off running towards the back parking lot. She mumbled something that I couldn’t make out and started off after me in earnest. When we exited the field, I made my way toward the infamous pickup and stood by it waiting for her to get closer. When she was about 20 yards from it, I clearly tossed the keys into the truck bed and started running keeping her clothes. “THIS TIME I WAS NICE TO YOU,” I shouted as I left at a slow jog. “NEXT TIME I WON’T BE SO GENEROUS!!” Abby stopped just short of the truck and screamed, “YOU IDIOT! THAT’S NOT MY TRUCK!! THAT’S TINA’S TRUCK. MY VEHICLE IS PARKED IN FRONT OF THE SCHOOLYARD.” Oh, how precious! Here she was stuck in the back of the school yard and her CAR was all the way out front! I COULD be nice, I thought, and drop her gym bag or leave her a towel or something. But, as I thought of Billy Thompson watching me having an orgasm right in front of his face, I decided against it. “OOPS! MY BAD!” I shouted and took off running towards my alley with her gym bag still in hand. At least she still had her real keys! I was still laughing as I turned around and saw Abby making a mad dash for the ticket booth all the while shaking her fist at me. I couldn’t help but wonder how many people passed by that booth having no idea how many naked girls have hidden in that thing!!! When I reached home, I was so pleased at what I had done that I failed to notice my mom’s car in the driveway. “Hello Katie,” she said with a false charm. “MOM, guess what? I made the track team!!” I said with excitement still not grasping how much trouble I was in. “That’s nice dear,” she said coyly. “Now, care to explain all those autographs you have all over your body? And what was with that lipstick smeared all over your face I saw you with this morning?” My heart began beating wildly and my mind raced ninety-to-nothing trying to think of a way out of this. She came over and firmly put her hand on my shoulder and began guiding me into the front room. “I think you’d best sit down, young lady.” “Yes ma’am,” I replied meekly still trying to think of something to say. “So, what were you up to last night?” she asked looking me straight in the eye. Her voice was all maternal and filled with false patience. I really was in deep Doo-Doo this time. “Um, well you may find this hard to believe,” I said with my voice quivering. “Go on . . .” “Well, as I said I made the track team at school, you should have seen me out there. My time trials were outstanding. I really can run! I wanted this so badly. You know I have no athletic talent to speak of. I can’t play softball or basketball and track was the only thing I was good at . . .” “Get to the autographs, young lady,” my mom interrupted impatiently. “Yes, well, after making the team we all have an initiation ceremony Were all the other team members, you know . . .” “No, I don’t know. Suppose you tell me.” “Well, they all sign their names, you know, on each other’s arms and legs, sort of like a demonstration of team spirit, wishing us luck and all. It’s quite embarrassing.” I said absolutely sure she wasn’t buying any of this but it was all I could think of at the moment. I sat in silence just looking at her waiting for the hammer to fall. She had that faraway look in her eyes and I knew that only meant trouble. Finally, she laughed out loud. “What’s so funny?” I asked nervously figuring she thought my story ridiculous. “I was just remembering to my days back in college, we . . . oh never mind. I thought you were out drinking at some wild party and were doing all sorts of slutty things.” “MOM!” I replied trying to sound indignant. “How could you think such things about me? I’m not that kind of girl!” “Yes, well, one hears all sorts of strange things nowadays. Why just today I heard someone at the grocery store talking about a girl who was riding around town naked in the back of a pick-up truck!” “And you NATURALLY assumed it was me?!! Mom, how could you?”” “No, not necessarily but I did catch you looking like a tramp this morning didn’t I?” She had me there. I didn’t want to screw up how things were going so I decided to let it go instead of pushing my indignation too far. “Mom, I love that you care enough about me to worry. Thank you. I won’t disappoint you. I promise. I’m not that kind of girl. I have other interests – like the track team that occupy my time.” My mom came over and kissed my forehead and left the room. After she had gone, I let out the biggest sigh! MAN was that ever close!!! I decided that I had better lay low until school was in session. The following week school started and I was a nervous wreck. I was sure that either Abby or Billy Thompson had totally trashed my reputation. I was so jumpy every time I had to change classes. I was sure that behind every friendly smile was someone who had heard about my exploits and was mocking me. Still, I had made it through the day without a major incident. Fortunately, I never saw either Abby or Billy. On Tuesday things went better, tough I did have to explain to Brooke why I had been standing her up. She seemed to understand and I promised that we would get together as soon as I felt my mom had let her guard down. I did get a rush though when I thought about Brooke standing at the track naked waiting for me. I missed those days! At lunch I ran into Paula. “There’s a track team meeting at the gym after school.” “Wow so soon,” I thought. It felt good to be part of something and I was looking forward to hearing what coach had to say. When I reached the gym Abby, Paula and the others were all waiting outside on the bleachers. “Hi guys,” I said pleasantly. “Looks like we’re getting started with practice already, huh?” The girls all had a weird look on their faces as if they were in on something and I was somehow left out of the loop. “What? We’re not starting practice?” Abby was the first to break out in a grin. Crap! I thought to myself. She’s planned some sort of revenge for stranding her at school naked last week. I thought things had been going too smoothly. But then I looked around and the ENTIRE girls’ team was here not just her partners in crime. “Oh. we’re starting something alright but it’s not practice,” she explained coldly. “I don’t get it. What are we starting and where’s coach? I thought this was a team meeting?” “Coach, oh, he’s not coming. I’m sure someone can go and get him if you REALLY want him here.” She said sarcastically. “Huh?” “It’s time to start your initiation, bimbo, remember?” I looked around at the other girls. Some were grinning ear to ear while others looked petrified. It was THOSE girls that made me nervous. “You aren’t going to chicken out, are you?” Abby asked hopefully. “Hell no,” I said trying to sound confident. “I’m a part of this team now and I intend on remaining that way. If you all had to do this initiation thing, then so can I. Bring it on,” I said. “Bring it on!” On the inside I wanted to hide. No good can come of this I was certain of that! The Midnight Run – Part Eleven Abby took me by the arm, “Let’s get going, shall we?” “Going,” I said quite confused? “Where . . . I mean, what is going to happen to me?” I started to get really nervous. I thought this initiation thing would be at the gym or something with just us girls. I had read about those sorority things where the pledges get paddled and made fun of so I just assumed . . . Abby gave me that patented impatient look of hers and said, “Don’t worry about it. That information is on a need-to-know basis and right now you don’t need to know.” Her cohorts laughed at her comment as we all headed toward the parking lot. My legs felt weak when I saw that stupid pick-up truck of Tina’s. I instantly recalled the horrors of being driven around town tied naked in the truck bed. Abby opened the passenger door and motioned for me to take a seat. Abby climbed in the middle and Tina drove. The other girls all piled into their cars and we all left the school grounds. The silence was maddening. No one was talking and we didn’t seem to be heading anyplace in particular. Finally, I spoke up, “Listen, Abby, I really need to know what’s going on. I have to let my mom know how long I’ll be out. She’ll be expecting me home when she gets off work. If I’m not there she’ll get worried; might even call the cops thinking something might have happened to me.” “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, it’s all taken care of. That stupid friend of yours, Brooke has been, shall we say, CONVINCED to call your mom and tell her you two are going to be studying late.” “But . . .” “All in good time sweet-cakes, all in good time,” Abby said with a giggle. Tina kept driving aimlessly. I wasn’t sure if she didn’t know where she was supposed to go or if she was purposely trying to confuse me. Perhaps she was just allowing the other girls to catch up. Maybe she was trying to lose them!! Perhaps getting back at Abby by stealing her clothes wasn’t such a good idea after all. I nervously kept looking over my shoulder to be sure that they were still following us. To my relief, they were still there. Finally, we headed into the mall parking lot. The rest of the team parked next to us and we all got out. The girls made a circle with me in the center. Abby began shouting like a cheerleader, “WHAT ARE WE?” “A TEAM!” the girls shouted in unison. “AND WHAT DO WE WANT?” “TO WIN,” they answered again as if this was some kind of ritual or something with everyone playing their part. “HOW BAD DO WE WANT IT?” “MORE THAN ANYTHING!” Then Abby looked at me and continued, “KATIE LYNN, WHAT DO YOU WANT?” I looked at her dumbfounded not knowing what I was supposed to say. She sighed and repeated, “KATIE LYNN, WHAT DO YOU WANT?” “Ah . . . to be on the team?” I answered almost in a question as I still wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. Abby shook her head and some of the girls sighed obviously disappointed with my lack of enthusiasm. “TO BE ON THE TEAM,” I shouted confidently. “HOW BAD DO YOU WANT IT?” Abby yelled raising her arms above her head in an exaggerated motion. “MORE THAN ANTHING,” I screamed copying her motion! All the girls applauded jumping up and down. They looked so stupid calling attention to themselves like that. Abby patted me on the back warmly and continued, “Our sister has declared her intention of becoming part of the TEAM. Membership is something that is EARNED, not given lightly. Team members support each other and are bonded by a sacred trust. Katie Lynn will embark tonight on her journey to demonstrate that she is worthy of this trust. Failure to complete this journey will result in the sure and certain knowledge that she is not team worthy and is only a pretender. She will then be ostracized by the real team members for the duration of the school year.” As I looked around as Abby was speaking, I saw the somber expressions on all the girls’ faces. They obviously were taking this thing way more seriously than I was. I began to feel a little guilty that up to that point I had not done the same. To me it was just some silly tradition that was all in fun. I began to rethink things a bit. It felt good to be a part of something larger than me - something with an “elite” feel to it. “Katie Lynn, tonight is just the beginning. All will be explained in due course. First, we have to get you your initiation outfit which you will be required to wear during all official functions of your journey. Are you ready?” “Um . . . yes, I think so.” I stammered nervously. “ARE YOU READY?” she shouted again with vigor. “YES, I AM!” As we headed into the mall all I could think about was what kind of ridiculous outfit she was going to dress me in. Was she going to humiliate me by making me wear something hideous? As we passed by the Victoria’s Secret store, I began to imagine me having to wear terribly revealing clothes in very public places, then my heart stopped as I thought that maybe there WAS no outfit. My Gawd, she was going to make me streak the mall!! I KNEW I shouldn’t have come!! We walked along for quite a way then finally entered a small upscale women’s clothing store. “Brooke, what are you doing here?” I asked as I saw my friend working behind the counter. “This is my part time job. It’s how I get my spending money. It’s pretty boring during the week, even though the mall is pretty busy it’s pretty dead in the store. Weekends are pretty good though.” “That’s cool,” I said, “I wish I had a job like . . .” “Is everything prepared?” Abby asked interrupting my conversation. Brooke now looking all serious said rather submissively, “Yes, just like you instructed.” Abby took me by the hand and led me to the back of the store and into the dressing area which consisted of a large corridor with mirrors everywhere and four cubicles all in a row. The girls all gathered around in a semi-circle in front of me as we stood in the common area of the dressing room. “It’s time to get you prepared. The initiate will please remove her clothing.” I took a deep breath and began by taking off my shoes, followed by my socks. The team all watched patiently. It was weird having them all just looking at me as I disrobed. I took off my T-shirt and finally my jeans leaving them all in a pile on the floor. “Nice panties,” Abby said obviously mocking my teddy bear design. “Well, don’t stop now, you’re not done yet.” I knew it! She was going to strip me, destroy my clothes and leave me stranded in the middle of the mall!! Despite my misgivings deep down I still wanted to believe in this sacred sisterhood she had gone on about so I took off my bra and then stepped out of my panties. My heart stopped as I saw Abby bending down to pick up my clothing. My eyes immediately went to Tina, the girl with the pocketknife that destroyed my outfit during my first encounter with her. She didn’t move a muscle though. Instead, Abby respectfully folded my clothing and gave it to Paula to hold. I trusted Paula. She seemed like she was not part of Abby’s little clique. I awkwardly stood there baring my flesh to my teammates as they made no secret of the fact that they were checking me out. It was embarrassing to say the least. I wondered what imperfections they noticed on my body and were making fun of, like my tiny tits or something, and I suddenly became very self-conscious. I had no idea what was going to happen next. Abby asked my size and after I told her she nodded to Brooke who had followed us into the dressing area. Brooke acknowledged Abby’s signal and left. When she returned, she was holding a garment in her hands. Taking the garment from Brooke, Abby instructed, “Try this on.” To my surprise it was a WONDERFUL dress! It was made of silky gold material which shimmered in the bright lights of the store. It slid over my skin slick as a whistle and felt so sinfully soft against my naked flesh below. It was so shinny and elegant – softer and slicker than the finest silk - like one would wear to a formal event like the opera or something. The dress was backless that plunged down to just about my butt with a halter style front that tied at the neck then hung loosely down to my feet. Abby reached up and fastened the ties around my neck for me and stood back obviously pleased with the way I looked. I turned around looking at myself in the mirror and was quite surprised! I was covered completely, though my unrestrained little boobs with my prominent nipples did stick out through the thin material a bit too much I noticed as I walked around – a way more than I was comfortable with anyway, but all in all the garment made me look like a million dollars. I felt like a movie star. All I needed was that red carpet to promenade down. “Wow,” I said excitedly, “THIS is my initiation outfit?” “Well, not exactly there’s more,” Abby said as she held up a pair of matching gold, high-heeled shoes. She had me slide my bare feet into them and they fit perfectly, although the heels were much higher than I was used to, they completed the outfit handsomely. As I stood there admiring myself Abby continued, “Katie Lynn your final initiation will be held on Saturday and you will be required to wear this dress. This is your last chance to back out. Are you ready to commit fully and embark on your journey?” Seeing that I was going to be wearing this dress I saw no reason to back down now. “YES, I AM!” I shouted confidently getting into the spirit of things. I think I surprised the girls by yelling in the store because they all giggled. “Tonight, we want you to get used to this dress and we have a little job for you to do to repay the store for their generosity in making this fine garment available for you to use.” “A little job,” I asked confused? “Yes,” Abby went on to explain. “Since you obviously look so elegant, the store would like you to model it in the store window until closing. This part of the initiation process will also allow us see how well you are committed to following directions to the letter in addition to helping us keep our good relations with the store.” “I can do that.” “All you have to do is stand perfectly still in the front store window, you know, like a real mannequin. You must not move or give yourself away. I’m sure you’ll attract a lot of customers to the store. This dress is a new item you know. It may be a bit uncomfortable standing there for so long, but I’m sure you can manage – being an athlete and all.” I nodded. Standing perfectly still for three hours or more might be a bit rough but nothing I couldn’t handle. Abby smiled. “IF, and I mean IF you successfully complete this little chore, each of your team mates has written down on a piece of paper a location where they would like to see you showing off this fine gown and placed it in this envelope. On Saturday you will pick a slip from the envelope and we will all read it together and then escort you to wherever that happens to be so you can fulfill your obligation. Do you understand?” “I think so,” I replied. “I have to wear this dress one more time at a place I pick at random.” “That’s right and you’ll complete your journey to becoming a full-fledged member of our team on Saturday night.” Abby added. “Okay, sounds easy enough.” Who wouldn’t want to show off this beautiful gown? I thought to myself. It was all sounding too easy. I was sure there had to be a catch, but if the others all had to do this I could too. Besides what’s a few sore muscles from standing still for a couple of hours. It might even be good for me to practice a little self-discipline. “GREAT,” Abby exclaimed obviously pleased with my answer. “Just follow me to the storefront window and I’ll give you your final instructions.” I looked at Paula as I headed toward the exit of the dressing area. “Thanks for looking out for my clothes. I really appreciate it.” Paula just gave me an awkward smile but nodded her acknowledgment. I had no sooner taken about half a dozen steps out into the store when the dress fell right off my shoulders and dropped quickly to the floor leaving me naked and exposed!! The silky nature of the fabric was such that there wasn’t time to even react or grab the garment to keep it from completely falling off! SWOOSH – in one fell swoop it was gone and onto the floor - it was THAT fast! I squeaked in surprise trying to then stifle my voice as I realized I was only drawing attention to myself. The girls all laughed at my predicament as I immediately reached down to pull the dress back up. “What the hell happened?” I snapped in a firm whisper. “Oh, didn’t I tell you, Abby asked snidely? “You see the thin ties on that dress have been coated with special commercial grade fabric wax and if they are looped loosely together just right, they will hold for a while but then they eventually let go. The dress might stay up for an hour or maybe only a few minutes – one never knows!! That’s the beauty of it – the uncertainty of it all.” All the girls began giggling as they gave me their evil smiles. “WHAT??!!” “Aw, don’t be so alarmed. You might get lucky and nothing will happen; but then again maybe not. Nobody knows for sure.” Abby said still laughing as she re-fastened my ties around my neck. “You mean I have to stand in that store window facing the mall knowing that at any moment my dress might fall off?” “Why of course. Oh, and one more thing, you’re supposed to be a mannequin so if it does fall off, you can’t pick it up. You’ll just have to wait until one of us comes to help you. You can’t move remember?” “Oh. My. GAWD!!!” Abby took me by the hand and led me to the window. The Midnight Run – Part Twelve As I stood outside the small ledge of the display window I began trembling like a leaf! THREE HOURS, I thought. I had to stand there for THREE HOURS! What were the chances that the dress would remain tied for that long? “Don’t forget these,” Tina said as she reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of dark trendy looking sunglasses. “Good point,” Abby said as she placed them on my face. “Without these everyone would see you blink or move your eyes. This way they won’t know for sure if you’re real or plastic. Now hold still.” “What are you doing?” I asked nervously as the girls gathered around me. “Picking you up, silly, mannequins can’t walk,” Tina said giggling. “Just make yourself stiff and let us do all the work.” Before I could react, I felt hands all over my arms, legs and hips. Somehow, they did indeed manage to lift me and place me on the platform. I was sure they were going to pull that dress right off of me the way they were tugging and lifting but they didn’t. Somehow it managed to stay on. They placed me in the center of the window display towards the rear of the platform a good distance from the actual window glass itself. There was a real mannequin to my left and a real mannequin to my right up close to the front of the glass. All together we formed a triangle with me in the back of the display case. Abby put a long umbrella in my right hand so that my palm rested on the handle and then set the tip on the floor. “For balance,” she whispered. She then rested my left hand on a small waist-high pillar behind me. Her positioning served two purposes I thought. One to help hold me steady and two to effectively hold my arms away from my body so that I wouldn’t be tempted to stop the dress from falling off. She then turned my head so that I was looking straight out the glass window towards the passersby in the mall. “Don’t fail us sweet-cakes,” Abby cautioned. “Remember no moving a muscle. If the dress falls you must leave it there until one of us acting as a store worker pulls it back up. If you move or try and stop the dress from falling, your initiation is over and you lose. Above all, remember no talking or making funny facial expressions. You are a mannequin.” With that she left the window area. Holy crap, there were a lot of people milling about in the mall! The next thing I noticed was that there was a bright spotlight directly overhead. I could tell by moving my eyes toward the floor it had the effect of really making the silky gold color of my gown shimmer. It would certainly draw attention to the fabric! I could only imagine what it would do to my bare flesh!! I dared not move a muscle, not so much because I wanted to be the perfect mannequin but I was afraid that ANY movement might cause my dress to fall! I tried to take shallow breaths for the same reason. At first, people just passed by the window without looking in. When I finally spotted a lady glancing at me I almost freaked! She stopped walking and just stared, presumably checking out the dress I was wearing. The only thought that dominated my thinking was how I would react when I was suddenly exposed! I just KNEW it was going to happen as she was looking at me! I just KNEW it! It didn’t. She eventually went on. This happened several more times where shoppers would pause and check out my dress, nothing would happen and they’d move on. For the first half hour or so I was in continuous panic mode. Then a funny thing happened, I began to start thinking about how risky what I was doing actually was. The fear, the risk, the potential nudity . . . they were the perfect combination for arousal. Again, that battle within me started to rage, the little voices arguing over whether I was insane for doing this and those prodding me to relax and enjoy it. My hormones eventually began to win out. As time went by and nothing happened, I grew bored. I played a little game with myself to help pass the time. As people would walk past the window, I’d silently shout to them in my mind, “HEY, DO YOU KNOW I’M NAKED UNDER THIS DRESS?” and things like, “DON’T WALK AWAY, YOU’LL MISS THE SHOW!” It was all quite amusing. When I saw two teenage boys looking at me, I was about to resume my game and silently shout something funny at them when it happened! The dress slipped completely off my body clumping around my feet right before their eyes!! In a flash I was now standing completely naked in a crowded mall store window – people passing by in the background and two wide-eyed teenaged guys, right in front of me, taking it all in!! It took all I could do just to stand there without moving. I became instantly wet. The boys were too surprised to even move. I was sure they were wondering if I was real or not. Then one of them put his hand over his mouth and nudged his friend in the ribs. It was then that Abby stepped into the window and casually pulled my dress up, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She also accidentally rubbed against the nipple of my right boob sending glorious pleasure up my spine. She re-fastened the ties, discreetly pinched my butt and left. The boys were still there gawking. I wasn’t sure if they were waiting to see if it happened again or if they were still wondering if I was real or not. I did my best to hold as stiff as I could. If they did suspect something and complained, well it wasn’t really my fault, was it? The dress fell off by accident. They eventually left however and nothing came of it. A while later the dress slipped off once again! This time no one was at the window and people just milled around in the mall apparently not taking any notice. Abby deliberately ignored me and left the dress around my ankles. I was forced to stand naked desperately waiting for someone to cover me up. No one did! The longer this went on, the more my heart pounded. I just knew I was going to get in trouble. Yet people just aimlessly wandered around the mall not paying any attention to the hopelessly horny, naked little girl in the window. Watching all those people pass me by made me so excited I could barely stand it. Still Abby did nothing. I heard giggling coming from back inside the store so I KNEW the girls were aware of what was happening, yet they did nothing to help me! They just let me suffer. If I moved to fix myself, I would not only screw up my initiation, but people would be suddenly aware that I was a REAL naked girl. No, I HAD to remain motionless just to keep up the pretext and the girls KNEW that! Finally, an older man came by and did a double take as he saw me. He looked at me for a moment then went inside the store. I heard him behind me. He cleared his throat and said to someone inside the store, “Excuse me, did you know your mannequin thing out there lost its dress?” Abby acted all professional and replied, “Oh dear not again. I swear you just can’t get good help these days. Nobody wants to do a job right. They’d rather just do it half-assed and go on break.” The man cleared his throat again, “Yes, well, just thought I’d mention it. The dress looks expensive, didn’t think you’d want it ruined.” Abby thanked him again and said she’d take care of it. I saw the man leave and head down the mall without so much as giving me a second look. I began to wonder if I really did look like a real mannequin. I was sure Abby was going to come out and fix my dress after that man complained but she didn’t. She left me standing there! Several people walked by and noticed me and I almost climaxed right there in front of them! I really, really wanted to in the worst way but I would have just died if I did have an orgasm in front of all those people. They didn’t seem to take too much notice but “I” did!! FINALLY, she came out when the coast was clear and pulled up my dress and refastened it. “Having fun sweetie?” she whispered as she reached around my neck to finish tying it. I wanted so bad to say something evil but I dared not open my mouth. I stood there apprehensively waiting for the moment when it would fall again. As Abby had warned me earlier, the “not knowing” of when or IF the dress would fall was driving me mad! I spotted several people I knew from school standing in the mall chatting away. I silently prayed that the dress would remain intact. I couldn’t think of a worse thing than having the dress fall exposing me to my classmates. Fortunately, they left and my modesty was still intact. It was getting late and the mall crowd was thinning out when a man came to the window and looked at my dress. He seemed to genuinely be admiring the style and the gown’s elegance. I saw he had a bag from a well-known jewelry store in his hand. He must have been shopping for his wife or girlfriend. How thoughtful. I saw him enter the store and I heard him talking, “I know it’s almost closing time but I’m interested in that dress in the window. Can you tell me on what rack I can find one?” I heard Abby reply, “I’m sorry but that’s a new item for this store and it’s the only one we have.” “Oh man!” he said. “I wanted it for my wife’s birthday. It would be perfect.” “I can order one for you if you’d like,” Brooke interrupted trying to help the man out. “Well, maybe that might work, but I’d still like to see it before making up my mind.” My legs almost fell out from underneath me as I heard Abby reply. “Sure, I’ll go get the one off the mannequin for you to look at. I’ll be right back.” Sure enough, Abby came right out and popped the ties from behind me and the dress slipped right off and onto the floor. With the dress still bunched up around my ankles she took the umbrella from my right hand and tossed it on the floor. She removed my left hand from the pillar behind me and, in a mechanical motion, placed it at my side. Finally, she grabbed my hips and pushed downward whispering, “Keep your legs stiff and bend at the waist letting your feet stiffly slide on the floor. I’m going to sit you down.” So as mannequin-like as I could I let her do the work and lower me to the floor keeping my legs straight. She propped my back against the small wall that surrounded the display window and went around to where my feet were and knelt down in front of me with her back towards the display window. She grabbed hold of one ankle and slipped the dress off my leg. As she did so she spread my leg to the side quite a distance. I let my leg stay where she had left it. She did the same thing to my other leg as she removed the dress. She then looked at me with a huge grin and left me sitting there on the floor with my legs spread wide-open facing the window as she took the dress inside the store!!! Inside my mind I was screaming my fool head off in shock at what she had just done. People were still some walking by in the mall going to and fro and there I was sitting spread-eagled, wet as I think I have ever been in my whole life!! If anyone looked in the window, they would have seen a perfect beaver shot and I would have been caught dead in the water! There was no way anyone could logically explain this! The fact that I was shaved smooth was probably the only thing that helped sell the illusion that I was a mannequin - at least that’s what I kept telling myself so I wouldn’t panic anyway. Fortunately, no one looked. I wanted so desperately to touch myself but I dared not move. I wanted Abby to hurry up and bring my dress back to me!! “Oh, this is perfect!” I heard the man in the store exclaim. “How soon can you get one in if I order it in my wife’s size?” I then listened to Brooke giving the man all the details. He seemed satisfied and thanked everyone for their help. I almost died as I saw him leave the store and walk right by my window! I couldn’t bear watching so I closed my eyes beneath the sunglasses. I have no idea if he stopped to look at me or not and I didn’t really want to know. I only wanted to stay out of trouble! All I know is that when I DID open my eyes he was no longer anywhere around. Abby left me sitting there naked and spread wide not bothering to help me. I heard the overhead announcement about the mall closing and sat there was the lights slowly went off here and there sending the signal to the last remaining shoppers that it was time to go. More people walked by talking as they headed out of the mall and I literally cringed each time they did. All they had to do was turn their heads and . . . oh the thought was almost too painful to think about! Imagine their surprise if they had seen my nether lips down below blowing a soft, wet kiss to them! FINALLY, the girls busted out laughing as Brooke locked the door to the store and lowered the security chain across the entrance. “YOU WERE MAGNIFICENT!” Tina exclaimed as the girls gathered around me. Of course, I still stayed there motionless as I wasn’t sure if there was anyone still left in the mall. “I think she enjoyed herself,” Susan said as she spotted my wetness. Her comment made everyone laugh. I was so embarrassed. “You can get up now,” Abby said. “Everyone’s gone. Your trial is over for tonight.” She didn’t have to tell me twice; I was up like a shot and leapt over that half-wall of the display window and went inside the store. I wanted to be away from the front as I was sure some security guard would be making his rounds and I SURE didn’t want him spotting me. Everyone patted me on the back and told me what a great job I had done. I felt a little proud and somehow their praise made it all seem worthwhile. As I took off my high-heeled shoes and handed them to Brooke I asked, “I’m glad that’s over. Where’s Paula? I need my clothes.” Abby stepped right up inches from my face and smiled. “I sent her home.” “Oh, well who’s got my clothes, then?” Abby was now grinning from ear to ear. “Can you say, ‘payback’? I seem to recall a little incident where you stole my clothes while I was in the shower a while back. You never did give them back you know. So, now I’m keeping yours. Have fun getting out of the mall.” “BUT WAIT!!!” I shouted as I saw them all running out the back door laughing. “I DON’T HAVE A CAR? HOW AM I GOING TO GET HOME?” Well, unlike Abby, at least I had a store full of clothes to cover up with. “Sorry,” Brooke said apologetically. “I know what you’re thinking and I can’t let you take anything. Abby would kill me if I did. I don’t want her doing to me the kind of stuff she’s done to you. Please don’t be mad at me.” I wanted to scream but I held it in! “That’s okay. I understand. At least you can give me a ride home since we live so close.” “Ah . . . well actually not.” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” “Please don’t be mad . . . she made me promise.” “I’M NOT MAD!” I screamed before calming myself. “I’m just scared.” Brooke took hold of my hand and softly explained, “Abby said that if you can make it to the convenience store one block from the mall in half an hour, she’ll wait there for you and give you a ride home. Otherwise, you are on your own. She’ll be driving a green Chevy compact.” Great, that’s all I needed, more public exposure! The Midnight Run – Part Thirteen Brooke set the alarm and led me out the back door. I was miles away from my home, naked and very vulnerable. There were still all sorts of cars in the mall parking lot which were illuminated quite nicely by the street lights that were still burning brightly. “Brooke, I have no clue where I am now. I’ve never come out through a back exit before. Which direction is that store I’m supposed to meet Abby at? My friend just laughed. “I’m sorry, I thought you knew. You are on the back side of the mall. The convenience store is one block down from the mall’s main entrance – and that’s all the way around the other side of the mall.” “Oh . . .” I replied sounding very depressed. “Look, I know you can’t give me a ride home or give me anything to wear but can you at least give me a ride to someplace closer? I mean Abby would never know.” My friend looked so sad. I knew she felt bad for me and I could tell that she really wanted to help me, but she was scared of that darned Abby. To tell the truth, so was I! I was about to tell her that I understood when she spoke up, “Look, Abby said I couldn’t give you anything to wear or cover up with and she specifically said I could not drive you anywhere.” “I understand . . .” “BUT she never said I couldn’t HELP you.” I suddenly became a little encouraged. “What are you thinking?” “Wait here,” she said as she unlocked the door and ran back inside. I had no idea what she was going to do. Maybe she was going to give me some clothes after all I thought hopefully. In a few moments she returned with and arm load of coat hangers and a small 2-foot square flat dolly on four wheels. “What on earth is that stuff for?” Brooke smiled and replied. “It’s your ticket out of here.” “COAT HANGERS, what am I going to do, steal a car?” “No silly,” Brooke said laughing, “Just trust me. Now stand up on this dolly.” I did as she asked. “Now hold out your arms in front of you.” “What?” “Just do it.” I still didn’t understand but I placed my arms against my sides for support, bent my elbows and extended my forearms out in front of me with the palms of my hands facing up as she asked. She then hung coat hangers along each of my arms and wrists like a rail in a closet. She stepped back and smiled. “You know I think this will work.” “I still don’t get it. What will work?” “You did so well being a mannequin in the store, I need you to do it again for a little while longer.” She then took off her cute cap, tucked my hair inside so that none of it showed and then gave me the sunglasses that I had worn in the store. “Perfect,” she announced as she admired her handiwork. “Just stand stiff and whatever you do, don’t move!” Brooke got behind me, put her hands on the small of my back, and began pushing me forward. I had to really hold myself firm to keep from falling over as the dolly rumbled over the course asphalt parking lot. Of course, I figured that only served to make me look more rigid and believable. “I’m going to take you to that store. If anyone stops me, I’ll just explain that I’m moving my mannequin. As I said you were pretty convincing before. It’s dark out so I don’t see why it won’t work again.” Brook pushed me along through the long, extended parking lot. The bright lights gave me the creeps but all in all it WAS better than trying to sneak along completely naked trying not to get caught. If I did that myself and was spotted there would be no really good explanation for my nudity. I figured Brooke’s flimsy excuse was better than NO excuse. We had no sooner turned the corner of the mall and were headed into the front main parking area when I spotted it – the mall’s security car with a flashing yellow light on the roof. It was quite a distance away just circling the lot headed in no particular direction but it was between us and the main entrance. I could only hope that it moved off before we got there. Brooke was unfazed. She kept right on pushing the dolly as if it was a perfectly normal think to do. Just then I heard what sounded like a car approaching us from behind and soon I was bathed in its headlights. Someone was getting a fabulous view of my naked ass! There was a short honk of the car’s horn and Brooke whispered, “Just be cool, I know these guys.” GUYS?!!! I thought. My heart began to beat rapidly now as there was no protective shield of glass or window dressing to shield me from their view. I had no choice but to do my best to try and pull this off. “Hey Brooke,” the guy in the passenger seat called out his opened window as the car pulled alongside of us. “Whatcha doin’?” Brooke was as cool as a cucumber. She stopped pushing the dolly and directed her attention to the newcomers leaving me standing in plain sight only a couple of feet away. “Oh, hi Jason, is that Josh in there with you?” “It’s me babe,” I heard the driver call out. “So, what’s going on?” “Some days my work never seems to end. My boss sold this mannequin to the store up ahead and I have to deliver it. She’s too cheap to hire anyone so guess who gets stuck doing it at 10 o’clock at night?” “Man, that’s some mannequin! It looks so REAL! I mean even the ass on that thing is to die for!” “You perv,” Brooke said laughing. “I’ll bet you’d even screw one of those blow-up dolls they sell at the porno shops, wouldn’t you? You really need to get out more if you think this is realistic.” I could hear the driver laughing at his friend’s expense. “Yeah well, you’re real enough, want to hang out?” “Can’t, I gotta get this thing delivered.” “Need any help? With the three of us we’d be done in no time!” My heart was literally pounding out of my chest and it was all I could do not to breathe too hard. If they helped, they’d discover I was a REAL girl!! Not that they might not have suspected that I was already, but why remove any doubt by having them help? I felt a panic attack coming on. “No thanks,” Brooke said calmly. “Knowing you guys, you’d probably break it and it would come out of my paycheck and I don’t make hardly anything as it is! Thanks for the offer though.” “Well, if you’re sure?” the passenger said. “Yeah, I’m sure.” “HEY!” I heard the driver exclaim. “Did that thing move?!” I almost pissed on myself when I heard him ask that. “Yeah right, she’s coming alive because of your irresistible manliness,” Brooke said laughing. The guys laughed and, to my relief, they left! “You did great!” Brooke said after they had gone. “They bought it hook, line and sinker!” All I could do was sigh. We passed several employees as they headed for their cars and ALL of them spotted me and all of them called out greetings to Brooke. I have no idea if ANY of them believed Brooke’s explanation but I do know they ALL had a pretty darned good look at my naked body! I was so wet I was sure that someone would notice and I’d be done for. Then Brooke heard a familiar voice and left me standing alone as she went over to the girl who was still some distance away. Before Brooke reached her, I heard the girl call out, “Hi KATIE LYNN!” My heart sank. SHE KNEW!! She knew who I was! I was about to get off my platform and walk over to plead with whoever this was not to give me away when I heard the girl say, “It ISN’T? Well, I’ll be darned!” There was lots of laughing. I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there keeping up my role as a plastic dummy. “Looks just like her.” The girl then said. “No way.” Brooke said giggling. “Katie Lynn’s boobs aren’t THAT nice. Besides, she doesn’t shave, remember?” “Oh yeah, it’s funny how you remember things like that. Maybe she should start.” There was more laughter at my expense then the girl got into her vehicle and left. “THAT was close,” Brooke said seriously as she reached me. “I finally convinced her she was loony if she thought that was you. I told her she needed glasses!” Thank goodness I had been standing in the shadows of the parking lot. We finally made it to the mall’s parking lot entrance and I began to get worried all over again. There was a HUGE amount of traffic on the six-lane highway that ran in front of the mall. As Brooke pushed me along the sidewalk headed towards the convenience store, I would be seen by literally HUNDREDS of passing cars!! They ALL would get a free peak at what I looked like. There was no hiding ANYTHING as the street lights bathed me perfectly as we walked along. Several people honked their horns and Brooke cheerfully waved back at them as if nothing was wrong. I heard a guy’s voice calling out from a passing car, “HEY BROOKE!” I recognized that voice as belonging to Andy Kauffman from school! Andy was seeing me naked!!! I wanted to die as even more of my vaginal lubrication started oozing from me and slowly slid down my upper thighs! He didn’t stop though as the light was green and traffic was moving pretty steadily. I was so worked up sexually I could hardly stand it and I came very hard just standing there embarrassing Brooke to no end. “Are you doing what I THINK you’re doing” Brooke asked as she stared at me while I was breathing heavily. “My god you ARE!!!” She just stood back and laughed at me until I finished. “Are you through now?” she asked sarcastically. “I wouldn’t want to ruin the moment.” She added teasingly. I was embarrassed but very grateful for the opportunity to relieve some of that physical tension. I couldn’t believe I had just orgasmed not only in front of my friend but with all those cars as potential witnesses. When we reached the store’s parking lot, I spotted Abby’s green compact. She was parked at the side of the store near the dumpster. All I had to do was make it over there and my ordeal would be over. “Well, well,” Abby said flippantly. “How clever! I would have thought you would have either stealthily made your way over here or waited until like the wee hours of the morning and ran home like you do when you are training. I NEVER expected you to boldly go down the sidewalk in front of all these people.” Abby laughed at me for a few moments and then asked, “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” I wanted to say something evil but thought better of it until I was sure she was really going to give me a ride home! She then turned to Brooke and said, “Your idea I suppose? Katie Lynn isn’t bright enough to think of something like that herself.” Ooooh, how I wanted to smack that bitch right then! It would have to wait, though. I decided I’d get my revenge later. She’d pay alright but on MY terms. “Yes, it was my idea,” Brooke meekly answered. “You two made it all the way over here without any trouble with her standing like that?” “Yes, no problem really,” Brooke replied carefully. Abby got right in my friend’s face and said menacingly, “Well I should punish you for crossing me!” I saw Brooke’s eyes get huge with fear. Before I could come to her defense Abby continued, “But I guess I never really said you couldn’t HELP her, did I? Tell you what. I have an idea that might make amends. Let’s see how many people we can expose your mannequin to tonight. You help me push her down the sidewalk for a while and I’ll forget that you crossed me.” My heart began to race as my mind yelled silently, NOT THE SIDEWALK AGAIN!!! “Okay,” Brooke said complacently. “I think we can walk for miles! Just look at all those people out tonight!” With that they both got behind me and began pushing my dolly back to the front of the store and down the sidewalk!! I wanted to die! Abby was really going to get it! Just you wait and see!

The Tickle Contest by superevil7 Part 2 (Chapter 2) With the floodgates now open, Emily and I were pretty much going at it like rabid bunnies every day. It was like she couldn’t keep her hands off me! It was everything I had hoped for, and way more! I was having the time of my life! Em, on the other hand, still seemed to want something more. I guess she was still perturbed at me for winning the contest a few weeks ago, and had been scheming up her own devious plan. “You know, tonight we are playing Trivial Pursuit. You wanna stay?” She was asking me. “Sure!” I smiled at her. I’d never pass on the opportunity to spend more time with her if I could help it. “Great! It’ll be my whole family playing with us. My parents. My little brother and sister. So, remember to be respectful around them.” She giggled. “I know. I will.” I said chuckling. “It’s just so dang hard to be respectful with you around, always looking so cute like that!” Emily got that blush she always gets on her face whenever I mention how cute she is. “Stop it!” She giggled, slapping my shoulder a little. “Your parents won’t be home for another 30 minutes. Want to go up to your room for a bit?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at her. “No! We were just up there an hour ago!” She complained, while laughing at the same time. “I want to do something different.” “What do you mean? What do you want to do?” “I was thinking. How about we put a little bet on the game tonight? A small wager. Just between you and me. Whoever gets the lowest score in the game tonight has to go naked for the other one tomorrow.” “Hmm. I don’t know, Em. I’ve seen you naked plenty of times now. I think there should be a little more on the line than that.” “What were you thinking?” “The loser has to let the winner tie them up for one whole hour. Naked of course. And the winner gets to touch them however and wherever they please.” I could see her getting a look of worry and surprise on her face as I explained what I wanted. Then she got that determined look in her eye. “Alright. You’re on! You know I’m so much better than you are at Trivial Pursuit. It’s going to be so much fun tying you up and having my way with you!” She was right. I wasn’t very good at this game, but apparently neither was she on this occasion. The score had gone back and forth between us. At different points we were each both squarely in the lead during the game. A few times there, I got really lucky with my guesses. Her younger brother, Jimmy, ended up winning the overall game in the end. I could see that look of worry back on her face as she let me see her scorecard. Somehow, against all my luck, I had just managed to squeak a few points ahead of her at the end there. That meant I had won! Again! The proceedings wouldn’t be happening until tomorrow though, when we knew her parents and siblings would be gone from her house. It was hard for me to keep my excitement under control, but I think I managed for the most part. I couldn’t believe I was going to get to tie my girlfriend up, NAKED!! And do whatever I want with her for a whole hour too! She didn’t know this, but this had always been a huge fantasy of mine! I came over the next day, ready for some good, clean, wholesome fun. If I’m to be honest, I had hardly slept a wink the previous night. I was just too excited to get to do this with Em. She had this totally bashful look on her face as she answered the door for me. I could hardly wait to get started. “It’s nice you decided to dress up for the occasion, Emily.” She had on her Sunday best. This really hot, flared skirt, that came down just above her knees, and a shimmery silver sweater with long sleeves. Interestingly of all, was the white knee high stockings she was wearing. Damn did she look great! She had that cute blush back on her cheeks as she greeted me with a kiss. “I needed to feel dressed up today.” I was so tempted to add, yeah, before you get dressed down, but I held my tongue for now. There would be plenty of time for teasing her soon. I headed over to the couch, and kicked my feet up on the coffee table, and set down my bag. I had brought a few goodies to use on her later. She stood there in front of me, looking totally apprehensive. “Well, first things first. I can’t tie you up until you are naked.” I could see the reservation in her eyes as she took hold of the bottom of her top. “Shouldn’t we start the timer first?” “Nope. The timer doesn’t start until you are fully naked.” I gave her a smirk, seeing the way she was squirming to hear that. She didn’t put up a fight though, and got to it. First she pulled off her top, and then she let her skirt fall to her ankles. I was surprised to see what she had on underneath. She had on this sexy little yellow teddy that came down to her hips and flared out, and a little matching pair of panties to go along with it. I guess she wasn’t completely hating the fact that she was doing this. She gave me a big blushing smile as she straightened herself back upright, and let me look her over in her sexy lingerie. The teddy she was wearing had buttons on the front that ran from top to bottom, and her hands went to the top button in order to undo it. “No, wait.” I said. “Leave the rest on for now. You look really sexy. I think it’s time for me to tie you up so you can’t move anymore.” Her shyness came back instantly as I mentioned her being tied up. “Shouldn’t we go to my room?” She asked, sounding like her mouth was getting a little dry. “I think it’s better to do it here. There’s way more light, and it’s going to be so much fun knowing I’ve had my way with you right in your own parent’s living room.” I got up from the couch, motioning for her to come over. “Just lie down, Em. I’m in charge from here on out.” I could see a little shudder flow through her body as she heard me, but she complied, lying prone on the couch. I produced a few strands of nylon rope from the bag I brought, and I already had a couple slip knots on the ends of each one. Two for her hands, and two for her feet. Starting near her head, I secured the rope tightly to the legs underneath the couch, and then ran them up the side. She had to put her hand above her head to reach, and then I slipped one of her wrists at a time through the openings, and pulled the knot tight. “That ok?” I asked her. “Not too tight?” “No. It feels fine.” She answered, but I could hear how nervous she was. I didn’t even need to look at her. With her hands now secure, I quickly did the same for her feet. We now both knew she was trapped there until I decided to let her go. This was gonna be fun! “Emily, go ahead and try to get yourself free.” I couldn’t help grinning at her a little, knowing it was impossible. She gave a few pulls on the ropes, and tried reaching one hand over to the other, but it was futile as I had made sure to keep her hands completely separated from one another. The rope didn’t even reach that far. Then she tried to use one of her stocking covered toes to get in between her ankle and the rope, but the knot was too tight of a fit. We both knew that she now had no question as well, that she would not be able to get herself loose without my help. I now had her exactly where I wanted her. “So, you can’t break free?” Now I could begin the teasing. “No…” She looked up at me with those adorable baby blue eyes of hers. “Your arms are secured up above your head, and your ankles are tied in place as well, and there’s absolutely no way you can stop me from doing whatever I want with you?” I smirked as she squirmed. “No… I don’t think I can…” I could see her swallowing hard. “So then, what should I do with you first…?” I paced back and forth a few times. It was all a bit of theatrics to build up her anticipation, and maybe a bit of her dread too, as I already had everything I was going to do to her all planned out. “The timer…!” She quickly said, realizing her hour hadn’t officially started yet. “Oh, thanks for reminding me, honey, but you know the timer doesn’t start until your clothes are completely off.” I couldn’t contain my grin as she realized I had caught her in my little trap. Now she knew I could have my way with her for as long as I wanted, as long as she still had her clothes on at least. Then I would still have a whole hour to do with her as I pleased while she was totally bare! The look of absolute horror she got on her face was one of the most cute things I’ve probably ever seen. I menacingly stalked closer to her, giving her the wickedest grin I could give her. “Now what should I start with first?” Panic and dread were written all over her as I knelt down beside her. “I know. I’ll start with your favorite!” She gave a few tugs at her bonds as I slipped my hands up her sexy little teddy. “NO! ERICK!” She yelled and squealed, as my fingers tickled the soft skin on her tummy. She was thrashing about, this way and that, trying her best to get away from me. Her restraints were preventing her from going anywhere, however. She even tried to turn onto her side, away from me, but I just kept right on tickling her sweet little belly, making her fidget and wiggle delightfully. At least delightfully for me. “PLEASE ERICK!” She was reaching that begging point now. I could feel it. God how I loved to hear her beg for me to stop tickling her. “PLEASE!! I CAN’T!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO! NO MORE!! HAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE JUST TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF!! PLEASE!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!” “You really want me to take your clothes off?” Gosh it’s so much fun to make her giggle. “IF IT WILL… HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOP THE TICKLING… HAHAHAHA!! YES!!” She was getting to that point where she could hardly breath, so I knew she needed a break anyway. I stopped and let her have a chance to catch her breath. “I suppose I might be persuaded to stop tickling you, but what are you willing to offer in return?” “What more could you want?” She asked, still panting. “You already have me tied up… And you’re going to take my clothes off…” “I was thinking, my place could use a good cleaning. I think I could stop the tickling for a little while, if you agree to clean it for me from top to bottom.” “I guess I could do that…” Some of her hair had gotten on her face, and she tried to use her lips to blow it out of the way. I reached over and brushed it out of the way for her. “Oh, but you didn’t let me finish. I want you to clean my place from top to bottom, but I want you to do it completely naked.” I gave her a devilish grin, as she looked up at me in stunned silence. “No, I can’t do that!!” She finally exploded in outrage. “Fine. Back to tickling then.” I didn’t even wait for a response, and immediately dug my fingers into her sides “NO!!! GOD, ERICK!!! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! FUCK!!!” She squealed and yelled, and tried to kick and thrash, but the bindings were holding her in place really well. “You might as well give up now. I can do this all day.” I told her. “GOD!!! HAHAHAHAHA!! FINE!! HAHAHA!! I’LL CLEAN YOUR PLACE NAKED!!!” She yelled, so I stopped. “Good. I think you’ve earned a 10 minute break for now.” I smirked down at her, enjoying the perturbed brow she was giving me. I went and sat down across from her, watching her as she tried to catch her breath once again. “This isn’t fair!” She complained. “I never agreed to making more deals!” “You never said I couldn’t.” I countered, and she just pouted. After a few minutes, I went over to undo the bottom button on her teddy. “You’re going to take my clothes off now?” She seemed to be both hopeful and petrified as she stared up at me. “Oh no. Just this button for now. You see, once the 10 minutes are up, I’m going to start tickling you all over again. And inevitably, you’re going to start begging me to stop. Making grand offers, or agreeing to anything I want. Then I’ll let you take another little break, and pop open another button for you. This is going to go on for a while. I mean, you have 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 buttons in total.” I counted each one as I pointed. “That’s a lot of things I can get you to agree to do for me.” “You bastard!” She almost spat, but then got an apologetic look on her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that…” “It’s ok, Em.” I smiled down at her. “I probably am a bit of a bastard for doing this to you. But that isn’t going to change anything or stop me. Now are you ready for more tickling?” “No!” She shouted at me, but I wasn’t really asking for permission. Now it was easier, as her tummy was just barely starting to show with the one button open. I had her squealing for me to stop again in a minute. “What do I get this time?” I gave her a smug grin, as she made a long face at me. I thought it might be a bit of fun to make her pick out her forfeit this time. “I don’t know…?” She seemed to contemplate for a bit. “What if I offered to take a shower in front of you?” “I don’t know, that’s not really worth one of your buttons, you know. I think you need more tickling to help you think.” “No! No!” She said quickly, trying her hardest to come up with something better before I pounced on her again. “Everyday for a week!” She said. “Everyday for a week, what?” I know I was tormenting her, but it was just so much fun to do. “I’ll take a shower in front of you every day this week…” She answered weakly. “That’s a pretty good offer, but I think I need to change it a little. With your parents around and your siblings, I might not be able to watch you everyday. How about instead I get to watch you in the shower any time I want, 7 times in total.” “Ok…” She just answered, seemingly resigned. “I think that’s worth another button.” I said, opening the next one from the bottom. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and I wanted to prolong her agony as I came closer each time to her boobs. “You know, you could always offer something a bit better, and I might agree to undo two buttons at once.” I smirked at her. I made another movement to start up the next round of tickling, but she didn’t even give me the chance this time. “I’ll give you one blowjob a day for the next month!” She called out quickly. “Now there’s a good offer.” I said with glee. This was turning into everything I had wanted and more, and I didn’t even have her naked for me yet! “I guess that’s worth one button.” I reached over to undo it, but she stopped me, complaining, “Come on! That’s gotta be worth at least two!” “Well, if you want two buttons undone, why don’t you just double the offer?” “Ok. Ok.” She let out a small sigh. “Two months.” “Two months, what?” I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face anymore at this point. I know I was tormenting her, but come on, it was so fun! “I’ll give you a blowjob anytime you want for the next two months.” She answered, looking very annoyed now. “Wow, Em!” I quickly reached over and popped open the next two buttons on her top. I didn’t want her to realize and be able to back out, before I said, “That’s way more than enough to earn you two buttons! Blowjobs for me anytime I want for the next two months!” Her eyes went wide when she suddenly realized her mistake. “That’s not what I meant! I just meant one a day!” “Sorry, the buttons are already open. A deals a deal.” I couldn’t help chuckling at the frustration on her face. “Do you have another deal in mind?” “Well, I uh…” Her frustration quickly disappeared, as she tried to think real hard. “I mean, I don’t know?” “Well then, I guess it’s time for more tickling! I know how well it helps you to think!” I got back down on my knees, tracing my fingers over her deliciously cute little belly. I don’t know what I like better honestly, tickling her bare tummy, or licking it. It’s such a tough question… “NO!! GOD, ERICK!! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHA!! SHIT!!! HAHAHAHA!! FUCKING…!!! HAHAHAHA!!” She was giggling under my manipulations in no time. “PLEASE, CAN’T YOU SUGGEST SOMETHING!!?” She begged through her laughter. I still wasn’t done tickling her. It was too much fun watching the way her tummy kept raising and lowering back down to the couch as she writhed around for me. I was just going to let her think about it for a little while longer, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Well, now how could that be?” Panic crossed her face, as she saw me getting up. “Wait, Erick!” She called after me. “Don’t worry. I’ll see who it is for you. I know you’re a little tied up right at the moment.” I couldn’t stop laughing as I headed to the door. I peeked out the peephole first, just to make sure nothing was amiss. Outside I could see Emily’s best friend, along with her boyfriend standing on the stoop. “Stacy, Bryan, hey. How are you today?” The view of the living room from Emily’s front door was obscured, so I knew they couldn’t see her as they peered in at me, but I did know we were close enough that Emily could totally hear us talking, and knew exactly who was at the door. “Emily said I could come pick up the book I loaned her today.” Stacy explained. “Really?” I couldn’t help having a mischievous thought. “Today, of all the days Emily could have invited you over to retrieve your book? She chose to invite you over on this day of all days?” “Why are you talking like that? Are you ok, Erick?” Stacy asked me, looking a little confused. “Oh, I’m just fantastic!” I turned to face my girlfriend’s general direction, shouting a little to make sure she could hear me clearly. “Oh honey! Stacy and her boyfriend have come over to visit!” Then I turned back to our visitors and said with a sly grin, “Emily’s just hanging out in the living room. I’m sure she’ll be ecstatic to see you! Come on in!” “ERRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!” I heard Emily’s panicked scream. The Tickle Contest - Part 3 “Oh honey! Stacy and her boyfriend have come over to visit!” I turned back to our visitors and said with a sly grin, “Emily’s just hanging out in the living room. I’m sure she’ll be ecstatic to see you! Come on in!” “ERRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!” I heard Emily’s panicked scream. Everyone was stunned and silent for a bit when we walked in. There was Emily, prone and vulnerable, tied up with her arms pulled above her head, in her sexy lingerie on the couch. Her little teddy was halfway unbuttoned, and it left her cute little tummy bare. Our two friends just stared at her with shock and wide eyed wonder while their mouths hung open. Me, I was tickled pink! Maybe it was cruel of me to invite them in, but the doom on Em's face was absolutely priceless. I wouldn't have given up seeing that look on her face for the world! Stacy had always been the more bold and outgoing of the two girls, so it didn't take her long to figure out what the two of us had been up to, at least in the general sense. "Emily," she giggled, "you look so cute and precious!" "Erick, you can't do this!!" Emily begged. "You have to tell them to leave!! Please!!!?" She started thrashing about again, trying to get her hands free like her life depended on it. "You never said I couldn't invite anyone." I gave her another wicked grin. "What were you guys doing?" Bryan finally broke his silence. He still seemed to be stunned. "We were just playing a little game." I explained. "What kind of game?" Stacy's smirk was just about as big as mine. Besides myself, she was the only one who knew just how shy Emily had always been about people seeing her body. "Emily needs to convince me to take her clothes off, but in order to do that she needs to agree to do something I want. I've already gotten so many good things from her, and all for agreeing to undo those four little buttons on her teddy. I wonder what she'd be willing to do, in order to get the rest of her sexy underwear off? Don't you guys?" "What if she doesn't offer something you want?" Stacy asked. "Oh, well, I've been tickling her in order to help her think more clearly. It seems to really get her noggin joggin’." I couldn't even contain my laughter at that. "Oh my gosh!" Stacy seemed to skip over to Emily, bending over to look at her closely. Emily just turned three different shades of red, one by one. "Do you think Bryan and I could stay and spectate this little game?" She looked back at me with a hopeful and amused grin. "I don't know, guys. This game is kind of a private affair for just the participants." I could see a bit of disappointment on both their faces as I said this, until I added, "Of course, if you guys agree to participate then I don't see why you can't stay." "ERRRIIIICK!!!" Emily shouted at me again, in shock. Stacy just ignored Emily's plea for mercy. "So what do we do?" "Well right now I'm working on Emily's buttons for her. She really wants all of them open so desperately. She'll do practically anything to get them open. She still has four buttons left." "What did she agree to do in order to get you to open the other ones? It'll help me know how much I should negotiate for myself." Stacy asked. I was about to explain, but then had another naughty thought. "Em, why don't you explain what you’ve agreed to do, for our friends?" "No, Erick! Come on! I can't tell them that stuff!!!" She exclaimed, looking like she wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment. "Go on, Em. You better tell Stacy what I got from you, or she'll probably take things a lot farther than I have." We both knew Stacy pretty well. That was absolutely true what I had just said, and Emily knew it even better than I did. Stacy swirled her forefinger a few times around Emily's cute exposed belly button, making her giggle a little. "Come on, Em. Tell your bestie what you're gonna do for your boyfriend." "Well, I agreed to clean his place from top to bottom…" Her cheeks were getting that cute red blush again. "That's not the whole thing." I teased, knowing it would torment Emily to admit everything. "I have to clean it naked…" she admitted in a small voice, then shut her eyes and grimaced a little. "Oh my goodness!" Stacy just laughed and laughed. "Woah! Dude! How'd you get her to agree to do that?" Bryan asked me. Dude, keep up, I thought, but explained it to him again. "Emily is just so dang ticklish all over her cute little body. It only takes me a minute or two to have her begging me for mercy. Of course with her tied up she can't do anything to stop it, besides agreeing to do what I want." "Don't go getting any ideas, Bryan!" Stacy gave him just a tiny scowl for a second, before she turned back to her best friend. "Now what will you give me if I open another one of your buttons for you?" "Please, Erick! You can't let our friends see me naked!" Emily turned her head to me, and pleaded. "So explain to me why you invited Stacy over to get her book today of all days? Did you invite her before or after you lost the bet last night?" "Well I invited her this morning, but I didn't think she would show up while this was going on!!" I guess Emily wanted to hold on to her plausible deniability. I didn't believe her for one second. She had to have known her friend would show up while she was tied up and naked. I guess she was lucky she was still in her underwear. "You have to make them leave!" "Now, now, Emily. You know it's not polite to turn away guests. Since Stacy and Bryan are going to stay, it's only sensible to let them join our little game." Maybe I was being a bit cruel, but she honestly brought this on herself. "Now explain the other things I got for undoing your other buttons for you." I could see a bit of defeat in her eyes as she explained. "I agreed to let him watch me take a shower whenever he wants. Well, seven times in total, and I said I would…" she clammed up. Obviously this would be the hardest one to admit out loud. "What!?" Stacy demanded her to continue. If I didn't know better, it looked to me like she was starting to pant as she stared down at her tied up best friend. "I have to give him a blowjob anytime he wants for the next two months…" Emily had to avert her eyes as she said this, and she was so quiet she sounded like she was whispering. "Oh my god!" Stacy squealed in delight, giggling uncontrollably. "That is so wicked, Erick! I didn't know you had something like that in you!" I couldn't help blushing myself a little, and rubbed the back of my neck. "Uh, thanks." Thankfully the attention wasn't on me for long. "Now what are you going to offer for me to undo one of your cute little buttons, Em? Hmmmmmm?" Stacy sang her humming, as she stared down at her friend. "I don't know…?" Em said, but that was a big mistake. Stacy quickly dug the fingers of her left hand into Emily’s bare, vulnerable side. “NOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHA!! SHIIIT!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!” “Oow! Yes, Emi-wee!! So, so tick-wool-lish!! Such a good girl for me!!” Stacy spoke to her as if she was speaking to a toddler. “If you can’t think of anything, I’ll just have to come up with something by myself!” Stacy was loving every bit of teasing her friend. “NOOOO!!! HEHEHEHEHE!!! PLEASE, ERICK!!! HAHAHAHA!!! PLEASE DON’T LET HER DECIDE!!!” “I’m sorry, Em, it seems to be out of my hands at the moment.” I said, with a shrug and a grin to her. Although I doubt she could see straight anymore. “FU–HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! PLEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Ok!!! HAHAHA!!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT!!!?” Even if I wasn’t the one doing the tickling, it was still awesome to watch. Emily kept thrashing about, twisting her head back and forth, this way and that. She was trying everything she could do to get the tickling to stop, but she had no choice but to take it. Gawd, now this was entertainment! “I have an idea, babe!” Bryan spoke up next to me. He had just been watching the proceedings thus far. “What are you thinking, sweetie?” Stacy looked back at him with a devilish grin, while her fingers still danced all over Emily’s cute bare tummy and exposed sides. “FU–HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FUCK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STAC–HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!” Emily was still squealing as loud as ever! “We have the barbecue coming up for memorial day for my fraternity. What if Emily acted as a cocktail waitress for the party?” explained Bryan. “THAT…!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DOESN’T SOUND SO…!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! BAD!!!” I could tell Em was getting to that point where she needed a breather again. I told Stacy to back off a bit. “Let’s huddle up and discuss this.” I waited for them to gather close to me, so I could whisper to them without Emily hearing what I said. “We need to make this good. Something she’s never going to forget.” “I was thinking she would wear what she’s wearing now at the party.” Bryan explained with a grin. Stacy shook her head. “No way! I vote she has to do it in a sexy little push up bra, and a thong!” “Actually, I think I have the perfect idea.” I told them, and then turned to address my tied and bound girlfriend. “We will agree to undoing the rest of your buttons, if you agree to work as a cocktail waitress for Bryan’s fraternity party. But, as an added condition, you will change outfits three times. One for each of us.” Emily gave a sharp gasp at that, really having to consider what that meant. I’m sure it bothered her that we weren’t going to disclose what outfits she would have to wear to the party. “For all four buttons?” It was always so cute the way she furrowed her brow when she was considering something. I nodded my head. “At long as I’m not seen naked at the party, then I will agree.” “Good, Em!” I walked up to her, ready to undo the rest of her buttons. We were close enough now, that we could whisper to one another. “Enjoying yourself?” “No! Why won’t you make them leave!?” She complained to me. “That’s not what your cute nippies are saying.” I gave her a little wink, and a laugh. She took a look down at herself, discovering the way the fabric of her teddy was poking out, and turned that nice shade of crimson I loved so much again. “You can cut the little act. I know you invited Stacy over today, to catch you like this.” “What!? Why would I…?” “Oh, I’m sure you never meant for her to be involved in the fun, or for Bryan to tag along with her, but you brought this all on yourself, Emily. I think I’m really starting to get to know you. The real you, deep down inside.” I placed my hand on her chest, and started to pop open the remaining buttons. “And now our friends are going to get to know you just about as well as I do.” She just shut her eyes and gave a little shiver in response to me. Yeah, she totally wants this. Now with her teddy split open, a nice wide strip of her skin was visible from the top of her panties, following along the path of her bare tummy, up her cleavage, and all the way up to her neck and head. Her breasts were still covered, but now if she made any major movements there was no way that teddy was going to stay put for long. I wanted so badly to just reach out and start tickling her right then, so that her delicious pokie nipples would be exposed to everyone, but I contained myself for now. That wouldn’t be fair to Em, and the little game we were playing either. Her perfect pair and beautiful pink nipples would soon be bare, I just needed to be patient. “Well, Em, you finally got all 8 of your buttons undone. Now things are getting more high stakes, since I’m sure you're just dying to get your teddy, and those little yellow panties off your sexy little body.” I explained, giving out two guests a big grin. “Now, you seem to be completely out of ideas, which is fine. I’m sure our guests have plenty of ideas of their own.” “Oh yes! I have so many, many ideas for little Emily here!” Stacy exclaimed. “Why, she could be my naked slave for a year! Or she could have to blow all the guys in Bryan’s fraternity! Or, I know, she should have to do her morning jog around the neighborhood completely naked from now on!” “WHAT!!? NO!!! NO!!!! NO!!!” Emily shouted, looking pretty frightened. “I’m just teasing you, little girl!” Stacy giggled in delight at her outburst. “You’re so easy to rile up! Ok, here’s my real deal, I’ll trade you your stockings, for letting us tie you up in different positions, anytime we want today.” “It’s only supposed to last for one hour after I’m… naked…” Emily gave her a pitifully sad little whimper. “When do your parents get back?” “About 5?” “Well, how about until 3 pm?” It was only 11 am now, so that would extend things out quite a bit for poor Emily. Not that I was complaining. “I guess… Yes, I’ll take the deal.” I decided to interject myself here. "But you need to be naked and tied up for me for one hour, as our original deal stipulated. If you're not naked by 2 pm today, then you'll have to do a make up session at a later time and date. At my discretion." It was so adorable the way her eyes went wide at me, but she gave a little nod of understanding. “Goodie!” Stacy clapped, and skipped over to relieve Emily of her stockings. She had to undo the ankle ropes in order to get them off, but Emily didn’t even put up a fight. She just allowed it to happen and for Stacy to secure her feet again. "I already have another deal for you, Em, if you are ready." Stacy was really starting to get pretty giggly. "Well I think I would like some cute maid service for myself as well. How about you come over to my apartment tomorrow, and you can dress up as a cute little French maid while you make breakfast for the three of us. For the rest of this week as well!" "That's not so bad I guess." Emily got a bit of a relieved smile. "Uh uh! Not so fast! Each day you come over, your uniform is going to be missing more and more of its components. Your skirt might be shorter one day, or your top might be missing the cups. Oh, and you're not allowed to wear anything underneath!" Stacy gave her a big wicked smirk. "Why does everything have to be about me being naked!!!?" Emily complained. "I guess all of us think you're super cute, and petty hot stuff too!" Stacy gushed, and Em just blushed deeply. "Oh, and on the last day I'm going to be inviting one other special guest to our little brunch gathering." "NO WAY!!!! I'M NOT AGREEING TO THAT!!!! It's bad enough you two are going to see me naked today!!!" Emily shouted, shaking her head back and forth wildly. I know Bryan and I perked up, since she was swaying herself in a way that was almost revealing everything hidden under that sexy, almost wide open, yellow teddy of hers. "Oh Emily!?" Sang Stacy. "Did you forget that I just uncovered those cute little feet of yours, with your adorable little baby toes, all so sweet and so sensitive!? Or how about those soles of yours, that are now just wide open to any kind of attack I want to give you!?" "Don't you dare, Stacy! Don't you dare!!!" "Hey Stacy." I said, remembering some of the goodies I had brought with me. "Maybe you might like to use something from here." I held the bag open for her to peek inside. "Ooowww! What's that one for!?" Stacy giggled in wonder. I held my finger up to my lips. "It's a secret. For later." I winked at her, making her laugh in delicious delight. She chose her instrument of torture and hoped back over to stand at Emily's bare feet. She held her hands behind her back, not letting Emily get a good look at whatever it was she had chosen. "I'm going to give you to the count of 3, and then I'm going to tickle the shit out of your sweet little feet! 1…" "No! I won't do it!" Em proclaimed. "2…" "I'm serious, Stace!! This is too far!!" "3!!!" "Erick don't you dare let her get away with– SWEET JESUS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Stacy had chosen the feather duster, and now she was dusting the bare soles and in between the toes of Emily's dainty feet! Twisting and turning in an instant to find any relief she could, Emily's top was now no longer doing its job! Her breasts were exposed to our feasting eyes, and Bryan and myself just drank in the sight. They were bouncing and jiggling and jumping every which way! It was a real sight to behold! "Oh my goodness, Emily! You seem to be having quite the wardrobe malfunction!" Stacy gave a loud laugh, never one to miss a teasing opportunity it seemed. She never let up on the torment to her feet either. Emily looked down at her now bared breasts in panic. "NO!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU CAN'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THIS!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEASE!! HAHAHAHA!!! PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT ME!! HAHAHA!!! PLEASE FIX MY TOP!! HAHAHAHAHA!! AT LEAST FIX MY TOP!!" The more she panicked about her exposure, the more wildly she trashed and jerked and squirmed about. It just made the show she was putting on for us that much better! "What do you mean, Em? I thought you wanted to be naked? Isn't that what you are asking us to do? To take all your clothes off for you?" Stacy just taunted. "NO!!! PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! DON'T LET THEM LOOK AT ME LIKE THIS!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHE!!" "Tell you what, I'll fix your top for you if you agree to everything in my deal." Stacy explained. "OK!!! OK!!! YOU WIN!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" "Ok, Emily." Stacy gave a superior smirk down at her best friend, letting her catch her breath for a bit. She did reach over, and disappointingly for us guys, she fixed the sides of Em's teddy so her boobs were covered again. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Em asked her best friend, noticing the smug smirk she was giving her. "Oh nothing!" Stacy seemed to be shivering in delight now. "It's just, if you're so worried about your pretty little boobs showing to the boys, then that really leaves me with only one option." "Huh?" Em gave another cute furrow of her brow, before realization kicked in. "No! No! Not that! You can't take that! Not yet!!" Stacy just hooked her fingers into the band of Emily's sexy panties. "Oh yes, Em!! What else am I supposed to take!?" Emily let out a loud squeal, as her panties began their descent down her hips. "No!! No!! Take the teddy!!! Take the teddy!!!" Stacy gave a mischievous little giggle. "Oh, but I just fixed it for you! You were so shy about showing your boobies to the boys! I think it's best I take your panties instead!" "But you'll all see me!!! See my…!!! Down there!!! You can't!!!!" "I thought you wanted to get naked for us, Em! You must want the boys to see your pretty little lips down there too!" She put a pause to the descent for a second, getting another mischievous look on her face. She came around, and stood between us and Emily on the couch, I guess to block our view, then I could see her lifting Emily's panties away from her front to check inside. "Why Emily!!!" Stacy almost shrieked, giggling uncontrollably. Then she leaned over to whisper in her ear. Emily's cheeks turned bright tomato red, listening to whatever her friend was telling her. I didn't even need to hear it. It was totally obvious to me what she was saying. Emily was enjoying every single bit of this, and her best friend had just found the proof!!

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 11 I pulled into the lot, parked, and killed the engine. It felt good to be back. I climbed out and grabbed my backpack from behind the seat. 'This ought to surprise Robbie and Tami, ' I thought, grinning to myself. Surprising Monster Girl was never easy and almost worth a week of suspension if I could. I walked in the front door and stopped in the main hallway. I was kinda surprised that it didn't feel different. The hall was mostly deserted. I glanced at my watch. Second period had started six minutes ago. I wished the hall had been deserted, cause the only people I saw were Mr. Parker talking to Frank, one of the janitors. Parker saw me, and the look on his face wasn't what I would call friendly. He took a couple steps toward me, then turned and walked quickly the other way. I decided this wasn't a good time to question luck and walked to the office. "Good morning, ladies," I said, tossing my backpack at the foot of the counter. "You're back!" Stephy Ward yelled, rushing around and hugging me. Cassie Saunders and Miranda Watkins, the other two office aides, just smiled, but Stephy had been one of my gymnasts last year. "I need a tardy slip," I told Miranda, with Stephy still hugging my side. "I'm not sure if it's going to be excused or un-excused since I hadn't known I had school today." "I already have it here," Mrs. Hatcher said, from her desk. I came around, disentangled Stephy, and took the slip. "Mr. Reed would like to see you," she added. I nodded. "Ladies," I said, tipping an imaginary hat and walked back to the principal's office. Then I hesitated. "Is he in here?" "The other one," Mrs. Hatcher said without turning around. Parker had moved into Mrs. Jeffries office as soon as he became acting principal and apparently hadn't moved out yet. I moved to the other door and knocked. "Come in." I nodded to the girls again, opened the door and walked in. The room was mostly bare. Mr. Reed had a picture frame on his desk, and that was the only decoration. Without seeing the front I knew it was his family. He had a wife, a boy here in the high school, and two girls in the middle school, one sixth and one eighth. "I like what you've done with the place." The look he gave me wasn't the friendly greeting I'd expected. He looked back down at the file he'd been reading. There was a chair in front of his desk. I sat down. Maybe Tami's telepathy thing is contagious, cause I suddenly KNEW the file he was reading was mine. After a couple of minutes he looked up and smiled. "Tony, glad to have you back." I returned the smile. "Glad to be back." "This," he tapped the folder, "makes interesting reading." "I'll bet it does." He picked up a paper. "Recommendation for suspension in the seventh grade for fighting." He set that one down and picked up another. "Suspended in the eighth grade for disrespect to the vice principal." He exchanged that paper for the next one in the stack. "Suspended as a freshman for unauthorized publication." I was beginning to wonder if I should have stayed in bed. He picked up three more papers. "Then last year, recommendation for suspension for refusing to take a test." He shuffled the first paper behind the others. "Recommendation for suspension for disrespect to a teacher." He shuffled the papers again. "And recommendation for suspension for leaving school without permission." He set all the papers down and looked at me. "Then you started this year off with a suspension the very first day for disrespect to the principal." I wondered if his reading material had just lost me a friend. Actually, when you put it that way, I wondered if I shouldn't just slit my throat and get it over with. It didn't sound like the kind of record that Stanford or Harvard would jump at. "Tony, are we going to have a problem?" "I hope not," I said after a long pause. "But you're not making any promises?" "No, sir." "At least you're honest," he said, leaning back in his chair with a half-smile. "And I know there's more to the stories than is here. Most of them I know. What concerns me the most is this year. To be honest, I think the board may have made a mistake changing your sentence to timed served." That surprised me. "The things you said to Mr. Parker surprise me. It doesn't sound like you. Did you say them?" I hesitated. "I've never denied it." Mr. Reed smiled. "Tony, I know how smart you are. And I've seen you play word games. That wasn't what I asked. "I asked if you said those things to Mr. Parker. I believe he had a witness..." He looked down at his papers. "Luke Hastings." Damn! I wondered if Mom was giving lessons in asking questions without wiggle room. "Well, I won't call Luke a liar." I wondered if Robbie's lesson on consequences took. "Again, that's not what I asked. I understand he had a very tough game Friday." I nodded. "Somehow, I don't think Miss Tate would have made it so tough on someone who only told the truth, no matter what the truth was, but I'll take that as your answer for now." "Thank you," I said, meaning it. "There is something that I think you and I need to get clear right now. As long as I am principal of this school YOU will treat EVERY employee of the school with respect, despite what you may think of them personally. And that goes especially for Charley Parker." "I'm surprised he's still an employee," I said, then regretted it. Reed arched an eyebrow. "Charley's employment status is between him and the board. Yes, I know all about the letter you gave them. But it is no longer any of your business. Am I clear?" I considered arguing. After all, I was still part of the dispute. But I saw Mr. Reed's point. I nodded. He smiled again. "Tony I like you. And I remember what you did for Peter Temple last year. But you are NOT going to run my school, and you're not going to run roughshod over my vice principal. "I didn't want this job," he continued, leaning back again. "I liked the middle school and didn't even apply for this job. But Jason Whitting called me last night and practically begged me to take it." I nodded. Mr. Reed was a good guy, I didn't want to cause him headaches. "Who's going to take the middle school?" "We haven't had a vice principal since Charley moved over here. Mr. Mulino decided we didn't need one. But now Mr. Hallowell will be vice and acting principal, and I'll help him out as much as possible." "Good choice." Mr. Reed smiled again. "I'm so glad you approve," he said sarcastically. "Are you going to do gymnastics this year?" "If Mr. Hallowell doesn't mind." Mr. Reed chuckled. "He's a fan. I don't think he'll object. One more question, then you need to get to class and at least pretend the teachers are smarter than you and can teach you something." "Yes?" "Do you want to play football?" I'm not sure what question I expected, but it wasn't that. "Uh..." "I should probably tell you first that Charley is still the coach." "No," I said definitely. "I see." "I'm not sure you do. I've played football most of my life, and I love it. But when I quit I told Parker, I mean, I told Mr. Parker that I wanted to spend more time with Tami and not miss the beginning of gymnastics. I think those are still good reasons. I don't think I'd come back even if you talked Coach Branson back from OSU." Reed sighed. "Maybe next year?" "Maybe," I agreed. "Why? Looking for a championship?" "Well, if I'm going to run this zoo, a big trophy would be nice." "You have Robbie and Mike. You'll never even notice I'm not there." "I think we'll notice." "Luke's pretty good too. Almost as good as he thinks he is." "Uh, Robbie?" "Robbie likes to win," I said as if that explained everything, and it pretty much did. Chapter 12 I stepped past several students in line and up behind Tami and Robbie as they pushed their lunch trays down the line. Neither knew I was back in school yet. I stepped up beside Tami and slipped my arm around her waist. "Hey, baby," I said in a fake voice. "How's about I buy you lunch since your lame boyfriend ain't here." I wasn't prepared for the elbow that snapped back into my sternum, but my spider sense must have kicked in 'cause I turned my leg a millisecond before her fist slammed the space where my balls had been. "Tony?" they said together. I straightened up. "Robbie remind me not to sneak up on her." "You should have known better," Robbie said without sympathy. "What are you doing here?" Tami asked at the same time. "Came to have lunch with the two sexiest girls in the county," I said, still rubbing my sternum. "I snuck in." Robbie laughed. "You're so full of it. Reed let you come back?" "School board actually," I admitted. "Does Parker know?" "He saw me, but didn't say anything." Tami noticed the lunch line had stopped behind us. "Come on, let's get out of the way." We settled at a table, and a few minutes later Darlene, Allie, and Mikee joined us. I glanced around the room. "Your brother is cute when he's being insecure," I told Mikee. Peter was standing near the front of the line, holding his tray. He glanced over at us, then at a couple of tables of freshman. She giggled. "Want me to get him?" "I will. TEMPLE!" I yelled. "Get your butt over here." "Subtle," Tami commented before trying a spoonful of the bean soup and making a face. "My middle name," I said as Peter came over by the table. I pointed at an empty spot between Darlene and Mikee. "I could have sworn it was Marion," Robbie said. She tried the soup and pushed it away. Peter still looked unsure. "I, uh..." "Peter, sit down before I call the goon squad and declare open season." Peter sat. The goon squad was a group of juniors and seniors who made life interesting for freshmen. Every school has them. Ours weren't as bad as most, but I'd already declared Peter off-limits. "Peter, if you have friends you want to sit with, fine. But just because we're juniors..." "Except for me," Mikee jumped in. "Except for your sister, doesn't mean you can't sit with us." "Thanks," he smiled. "I wasn't sure, I mean..." "I know. Sometimes freshmen get treated like a lower life form." "Totally," Mikee agreed. I stared at her. After a second she blushed. "Okay, not me so much. I had you guys. But some of my friends." We all nodded. "I want to know how you got back," Allie said between bites of cornbread. "I thought you were out for another week." So I gave them an abridged version of yesterday and this morning. "I can't believe you went over Parker's head to the school board," Darlene said, munching a carrot stick. I took a second to think about it. "Suppose Tami and I invited you over to the house to play Grizbet." "What's Grizbet?" Darlene asked, and the others looked confused too. "Brand new game. You've never played it before. No one has, 'cause I just made it up. So you come over, what's the first thing you do?" "I suppose, take off my coat." I lowered my forehead onto my hand. I decided that my earlier plan of going back to bed had been the right idea. I looked up at Darlene again. "You've got your coat off. You're comfortable and sitting at the table. What do you do?" "I ask how to play," she said with a shrug. "Exactly. You learn the rules so you can use those rules to win." I grinned. "Life's like that too," Robbie took over for me. "If you learn the rules, you can use them to play. To win. In this case, the rules say Parker's got a boss, the superintendent. But he didn't help, but he's got a boss too: the school board." Darlene nodded. "But what if they hadn't helped? Hadn't let you come back?" Mikee asked. I grinned. "I actually wasn't trying to get back, I was trying to nail Parker. Coming back is a bonus." "What if it hadn't worked?" Peter put in. "Well, over the school board are the state board of education and the voters, but you know how some card games have a trump?" Peter and Mikee nodded. "This game has a trump too." "Newspapers." Tami, Robbie, and I said together. "Now what?" Allie asked. "Get Reed to let you play football again?" "Nope. I found something better." I leaned over and kissed Tami on the cheek and she blushed. "Actually, he asked if I wanted to play and I told him no." "I wish you would," Robbie said wistfully. "We need you." "No you don't. You've got and Mark, Mike, and Luke." "Luke?" she seemed surprised. "Yes, Luke. You've taught him his lesson, now make him part of the team." "But..." "But nothing, Monster Girl. Look, Luke's no friend of mine, but he came here, and yes, he was obnoxious, but we, and that includes me when I was on the team, we, never made any effort to make him part of the team. I want that trophy." For a second I thought she'd argue. Then she nodded. "I'll try." I leaned over and kissed her, holding it for several seconds. "Parker's checking you out," Mikee warned. I broke the kiss and looked over my shoulder at the administrator. He turned and walked away. I looked back at Robbie. "You'll do more than that," I said forcefully. "It doesn't matter who they call the captains. Or who they call the coach, for that matter. We both know who leads that team." "You know, I hate you sometimes," she said without any spite. "Yep, and I've got the bruises to prove it. Chapter 13 "Tony. How's your first day?" "Good so far," I said with a smile. "Why? What have you heard?" Mr. Reed sighed and sat down across from me. "Could you at least try to go a week without problems?" I shrugged. "I can try." "Why do I feel like I should have told Jason no and gone back to watching television?" It was rhetorical, so I shrugged and kept quiet. I'd been sitting by myself in the library. I had calculus sixth period, not that I thought I would ever use it, but it kept my brain nimble. I'd kept up with the work during my suspension, and Mrs. Wayne was letting me cut so I could read over Tami's notes for debate. "I was thinking about our talk," Mr. Reed said after a few seconds. "Uh huh." "I thought maybe I came down too hard, made you feel like you're on probation or something." I held up my hand to stop him. "That's not how I took it. I figured you were just setting the ground rules. After all, you're new here, and I'm probably not the easiest student to keep in line." "Probably?" I grinned. "Okay, I'm a trouble-maker through and through. Blame Mom." He nodded. "So we're good?" "We're good. I don't want this to sound like I'm trying to butter you up, but I have a lot of respect for you. Mostly because you see your students as people. Par... uh, some administrators don't." "Good save." "I try." "I did have a question, if you have a minute." I looked at the clock. "About ten." "There was a paper in your file I didn't understand. It was a recommendation for expulsion from last spring. But it was only about half filled out." I laughed. "I have a feeling that Park... Mr. Parker forgot to remove it. Either that, or he was keeping it as a memento. What was the reason?" "Defiance of authority." "That's me." "So what was it all about? And why didn't Par... Mr. Parker finish it? Marty?" I grinned at his almost-slip. "No, surprisingly it was Mrs. Jeffries who convinced Parker that he couldn't win. Did you hear about the prom?" "Only that it got canceled." "Kinda." "Kinda?" "Kinda. I don't know if you heard about it, but last year we had some trouble with vandalism. Nothing major." "I heard some of it." "There were three incidents that I know of," I continued. "The first time was in March. Mr. Parker had left his car here overnight for some reason and somebody trashed it. Cut the tires, spray-painted the windows, that sort of thing. Not to sound too paranoid, but I was in Seattle when it happened, and I have witnesses to prove it." Mr. Reed smiled and nodded. Not that I thought he'd suspect me, definitely not my style, but I'd been trying to make a joke. The joke fell flat and brought back memories. The day Parker's car got hit was the day that Zoe... that Zoe... that Zoe got promoted to the next dimension. After a minute Mr. Reed said, "We can talk another time if it's..." I smiled. "That's okay. Just a few memories." "I understand." "Anyway, about the middle of April we had another problem. Somebody broke into the school, trashed some classrooms, and painted some interesting biological suggestions on the door and inside the girl's locker room." "Got an alibi for that one?" I grinned. "Away game. I was in Wenatchee. Then the last weekend in April somebody really did a job on the statue. Tore the front legs and head off the horse, smashed up the General." The school had a statue of Robert E. Lee on horseback. Some alumnus who'd gotten rich investing in Microsoft at the start gave it to us since we were the Rebels. "THAT I heard about." "Anyway, the next week, Parker got everybody together in the gym and read us the riot act, which was cool. I don't like vandalism, especially untargeted vandalism. It's useless. Besides, I liked the General." "I wish I'd brought my PDA," Reed said with a smile. "I'd make a note, you actually approve of one of Mr. Parker's actions." "It definitely wasn't the start of a trend, 'cause next he canceled the prom. Which was stupid, 'cause the kind of people who were doing the deed probably weren't the kind to go to the prom anyway. But Parker canceled it saying that he's reinstate if the guilty parties turned themselves in. He totally ignored the fact that he was punishing over a hundred innocent people. People who had already spent money on dresses, tuxes, and stuff." "You?" "I was a sophomore, and I was going out with a sophomore. I wasn't planning to go. But Robbie was. I'd seen the dress. Keeping her from wearing it would have been a crime." "So what happened?" "I stood up and confessed." "That must have made Charlie's day." I grinned. "Nope, he told me to sit down. He knew the team had been in Tacoma for a tournament all weekend. But then a lot of other guys stood up and confessed. Instead of seeing it for what it was, people trying to save the prom, Parker decided that we were making a mockery of him and the school and said the prom was canceled forever." Reed chuckled and I looked up at him. "I was just trying to remember if I heard anything about an angry mob storming the school board." I shook my head. "Robbie and I talked about it, but Marty Mulino was gone, that conference in Boston, and we figured the school board was iffy. After all, what Parker was doing was stupid, but it wasn't entirely unreasonable. He wasn't the first administrator to punish the group. We came up with another plan. "We arranged with the city to borrow the park, then arranged with the Elks to borrow their ballroom if it rained. We held the prom in the park. Since the school student body fund had the ticket money for the prom, we couldn't use it, but we got stores to donate food and drinks. Recruited parents to chaperone. Everything. "It was a perfect night. Alana Temple was there to crown the prom queen. She'd gone to the last four proms and said this was the best one ever. It was perfect until Parker..." The bell rang, and I started gathering my books to leave. "No way. You can't leave till you finish. What's the use of being principal if I can't throw my weight around." I grinned. "Not that much more to tell. About halfway through, Parker showed up and tried to shut us down. Told everyone to go home. I explained that we were a private group having a party, nothing to do with the school." "That's all?" Reed asked as I stood. "Well, I might have mentioned that if he didn't leave I'd get the football team to sit on him until I could get the cops to arrest him for trespassing since the city had given us the park for the night." "I'm sure that went over well." Mr. Reed stood and we started walking toward the door. "He's smarter than he looks. He left." "Tony," Reed said warningly. I shrugged. "Robbie got elected a princess. Tami and I got voted assistant king and queen, or King and queen in waiting or whatever. The three of us became honorary seniors." The second bell rang just as we got into the hallway. "Then, Monday, Parker called me into his office and started ranting and filling out the expulsion form. Mrs. Jeffries came in, they talked quietly, then he kicked me out of his office." Mr. Reed shook his head. I'm not sure whether it was at Parker or at me. "Did they ever catch the vandals?" I hesitated. "Nope." Reed stopped and looked at me, so I stopped too. "Tony, do you know who it was." I considered evading but decided this might be a good time to find out what the ground rules really were. "Yes, but I'm not telling you." "So they get away with it. I thought you said you liked the General." "They didn't exactly get away with it. A delegation from the senior class, guys who almost lost their prom, met with them and explained that vandalism was a bad thing. There was bruising. A lot of bruising." "You know, speaking of vandalism," he said as we walked up the hall together. "They had a problem at North Lincoln." North Lincoln High School was the closest school to us, about twenty miles down the highway. They were probably the closest thing we had to a rival. "What?" "Somebody spray painted Rebels over their Grizzly sign." "'Tweren't me," I said as we got to my classroom. "I didn't think it was. Just making conversation." "Un huh." "Speaking of conversation, hear about the excitement this morning?" I shook my head. "Big fire on the other side of town. The Bradley family. Know them?" I shook my head again. "Don't think so. Everybody okay?" "Nobody was home, thank goodness. The kids were at school. Mrs. Bradley was at the store, but they lost everything." "Hope their insurance was paid up," I said, putting my hand on the doorknob. Mrs. Conners wasn't going to be happy with me. "No insurance. The house was rented." "Fuck!" "Tony!" "Sorry," I said and meant it. "I understand. My feeling too." "You say there's kids?" I'd forgotten all about debate. "Four girls. Bobbi is a freshman, you've probably seen her. Billie is a seventh grader and Betty and Jo are twins and in the fifth grade." "What about the father?" "He's working in Montana or Wyoming. Something with the methane fields." The Red Cross can help, can't they?" "Normally, but they're out of money." "OUT OF MON... !" They couldn't be. They'd just had three big fund raising projects over the summer. Robbie and I had sang at the talent shoe last month and Sue Grimwald, the president said it was the best year they'd ever had. "KATRINA!" Mr. Reed nodded. I shook my head sadly. "You know, I'm sorry for those people in Mississippi and Louisiana, but to listen to the news and the stories coming out of there, you'd think that nothing bad had ever happened to anyone before this. And it seems like every relief agency in the country is sending their money there and there's nothing left for the community." Mr. Reed shrugged. "What can you do?" he said, then walked back down the hall toward the library. "By the way Tony," he said over his shoulder, "try to remember, it's Mr. Parker." I stood outside the door for a minute, then went the other way toward the office. What can you do? Chapter 14 "Sims! What are you doing here?" Tami and I had been walking down the hall under the gym toward the girls' locker room when Parker came out of the boys' locker room. "Just meeting Robbie," I said with a smile. He frowned. "This area is for football players only." "Okay," I agreed amiably. "We'll wait in the parking lot." I think I surprised Parker and Tami. "Remind me to tell the cross country team that they can't use the locker room," I said quietly as we retreated back up the stairs. Tami nodded, and for once the telepathy was going my way 'cause I knew she was thinking, 'That's more like the Tony I know.' Outside, we leaned against my car and waited. "You remember the plan?" I asked. "It's not necessary. She's not going to hurt you." "Are you sure?" "Mostly," she said with a giggle. "Let's stick with the plan." Just then Robbie came out, sandwiched between Mark Russell and Cassie Grover, and I do mean sandwiched since Mark had almost three inches on Robbie's five-ten, and Cassie had another inch on him. Cassie was the star of the volleyball team and was telling them about their last game. They stopped in front of us as Cassie finished her story, then Cassie waved and headed for her car. "When you gonna come back and play some football, man," Mark asked as Cassie drove away. "With Mike and Monster Girl there fighting it out for quarterback, Luke at half, and you kicking and pretending to play defense, I'd be riding the pine. I was never any good at that." Mark laughed. "The third string needs quarterbacks, too." His laughter stopped abruptly with a little help from Robbie's elbow. "Seriously man, it's not as much fun without you." "I don't know," I said as I maneuvered Tami between us, my hands resting on her shoulders. "Monster Girl's a lot of fun in a tight huddle." The quick blush on Mark's face confirmed that Robbie and he were getting pretty tight, and I really didn't want to know how tight. My theory is that all the girls I know revert to innocent virgins when not with me, and I'm sticking to it. "Got to run," Mark said, recovering. "Mom said that if I was late to dinner again, she was going to start feeding me out of a bowl on the floor with the dogs." He gave Robbie a quick kiss and started to step away. "You can do better than that," Tami urged. I could see Mark thinking about it when Robbie grabbed his neck and pulled him into a long kiss. "This is not the place for that," Parker said pompously as he walked out of the building. "Play practice, sir," I said quickly, even before Robbie and Mark could separate. "We're working on act three." Parker seemed to consider that, opened his mouth, then shut it again and walked off. "There's a make-out scene in act three?" Tami asked innocently. I shrugged. "Ask me again if I ever get it finished. At the moment, no." "You called him 'sir, '" Robbie pointed out after Mark had kissed her one more time and headed for his car." "Your point?" "Parker, sir?" I shrugged again. "I promised Mr. Reed that I'd try to be good." "For how long?" Robbie asked sarcastically. "I'm shooting for two weeks." "But we're not holding our breaths," Tami added. Robbie moved over and set her equipment bag on my hood. I shifted Tami so that she was still between us. "What are you two doing here, anyway?" "We just came to see you and ask how practice went," I said, trying to sound off-hand. "Un huh. So what are you two doing here, anyway?" she repeated. I smiled. "You know how you've always wanted a sister?" Robbie cocked her head slightly to the side. "I've got a sister. She's a pain." Robbie opened her equipment bag and pulled out her back pack. She opened it, pulled out a text book, then slid it back it. "And you can wipe that silly grin off your face," she added without looking up. I don't think I'd actually been grinning as the picture of Samantha in her cut-offs and halter top at Labor Day danced through my brain, but I tried to put a straight face on anyway. "You know how you've always wanted a kid sister?" Robbie zipped up her equipment bag and set her backpack on top before looking at me. "I don't remember ever saying I wanted a kid sister. Besides, aren't you the guy who told me that kid sisters are a pain?" "I was joking. Kid sisters are wonderful. You get to be a role model and you get to..." "Tony, what have you done, and how bad am I going to hurt you?" "What makes you think I did anything. I..." "Tami." Almost as if it had been prearranged, Tami ducked out from under my hands and stepped to the side. So much for the plan. Robbie stepped forward. "What have you done?" "Nothing much, I..." "One." "It was Tami's idea," I lied. "Two," Robbie counted. "Not even," Tami said. "Thre..." "I kinda rented out your house." Robbie stepped back and sat against my car. "You what?" I decided that dying today might almost be worth the look on Robbie's face. "I kinda rented out your house." "You rented... but how... what... I mean who?" Tami stepped up and hugged Robbie. "Deep breath, ' she instructed. "Hold it. Let it out. Again." When Tami stepped back, Robbie looked back in control. I knew I never liked Tami. Robbie took another breath. "Who?" "Did you hear about the fire this morning?" Robbie nodded. "The Bradleys, four girls and their mom." "So you just moved them into my house?" I shrugged, trying hard to look innocent. "You have all that space. Rooms that never get used." "You just moved them into my house." "Actually, I called the furniture store and got beds and dressers first. By the way, you can't afford college anymore." "You got furniture and moved them into my house." She seemed fixated on that idea. "I talked to your dad first." He was back in Tennessee, though he was supposed to be back for the game Friday. "He said since it was your idea and such a nice thing to do, no problem." Briefly I wondered what Parker or Butz would say if they notice the long distance call to Tennessee on the school's phone bill. "My idea! You didn't even ask me!" "Would you have said no?" "THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Tami giggled, then stepped up to Robbie again, putting her hands on the other girl's shoulders and leaning forward until their noses touched and they were looking at each other cross-eyed. Robbie let out a breath that I don't think she realized she'd been holding and laughed. Tami leaned closer and rubbed noses, then kissed her and stepped back. "As I see it, you have two choices. You can go home and meet your new sisters they're all real nice or you can kill Tony, then go home and meet your new sisters." Robbie looked at me, and I knew she was contemplating various ways for me to die. "You do realize if you had a bigger house, he would have done this to you." Tami nodded. "By the way, if you kill Tony, I need a ride home." Chapter 15 Two things helped me salvage my dream of finishing the week with my body intact. One, Robbie knew it was the right thing to do. Even after installing the Bradley family in three of her unused rooms there were two left for future refugees. And two, she liked the girls from the moment she met them. As we walked in the living room I pulled a whistle out of my pocket and blew it hard. Robbie turned around and looked at me as if I'd lost it, but as she turned back the four Bradley girls were forming themselves into a straight line, oldest to youngest, standing at attention, and trying to keep straight faces. "Refugees ready for inspection, ma'am," I said, assuming a straight-backed attention myself. "Any you don't like we can send to the county orphanage." "We don't have a county orphanage," Robbie snapped. "Animal shelter then." Robbie shot me a dirty look and mouthed one of the words I don't like. Seven letters starting with A. I worked hard not to smile and stepped in front of the oldest girl. I pretended to dust off her shoulders. "Senior refugee, ma'am. Bradley, Bobbi R. Hasn't told me what the R stands for. Fourteen years old, freshman, but will grow out of that. Prepared to rub your tired feet until her hands bleed." Bobbi made a face but then nodded. She was just an inch or two past five feet, with short brown hair and perky but small breasts. I stepped down the line to the next girl and pretended to lift and adjust her t-shirt. "Refugee first class, ma'am. Bradley, Billie J. J stands for Jean. Twelve years old, seventh grader. Partly civilized. Prepared to fetch cold beverages and snacks all night long. Will peel grapes and feed them to you one at a time. Billie curtsied. She looked like an older version of her sister, though she was two years younger. About two inches taller and hair just a little longer, breasts bigger, but not as pointy. I stepped down until I was between the last two girls. "Refugees second class, ma'am. Bradley, Betty, no middle initial, I don't know why. And Bradley, Josephine M. M for Marie, uses alias of Jo. Ten years old, fifth graders. Both claim to be oldest and fight constantly. Mother claims not to remember which came first. Prepared to finish any and all homework." The twins had what I call dirty blond hair, dark enough that he could be brunette, but light enough that it could be blond. One had a single ponytail and the other a double. Both wore plain pink t-shirts with bumps that might have been the beginning of tits or maybe just wrinkles in the fabric. Robbie smiled. "You have the fifth graders doing my homework?" "You keep beating me in class standing," I explained. "Pa-rade rest," I snapped. I think the colonel would have been proud of me. The girls snapped to a parade rest position like we'd seen in the movies, just like a Marine drill team. We'd practiced that afternoon before going to the school to get Robbie. "All four can be used interchangeably to wash dishes, mop floors, clean the chicken coop, or remove ashes from the fireplace," I added. "Why do I suddenly feel like the evil step-mother?" Robbie asked. "He said guilt was the safest way to handle you," a new voice said. We looked at the doorway to the dining room. "I'm Kate Bradley," a pretty woman in her thirties said. I hope this is all right. He said you didn't know." Robbie smiled and went forward to hug the older woman. "It's fine. Tony just likes to tweak me sometimes." She turned and looked at the girls. "Uh, at ease. And nobody has to rub my feet, or fetch and carry, or do my homework." The girls relaxed. "I really do do foot rubs," Bobbi said. "And I really don't do chicken coops," Billie added. "And we have enough trouble getting our own homework done," came in stereo. Robbie smiled again, then started toward the entryway and the staircase. "I might take you up on that foot rub, but I need to have a word with Tony first." Tami and I started to follow. "Alone," Robbie added without bothering to look back. Tami shrugged and stopped. "I'll miss you," she whispered, as though it might be the last time. "Talk!" Robbie ordered when she was about halfway up the stairs. "I was talking to Mr. Reed just before debate, and he told me about the fire. He also said the Bradleys had no insurance and the Red Cross didn't have the funds to help much." Robbie nodded, not seeming to be surprised about the Red Cross. "Why you?" she asked as she paused at the top of the stairs to let me catch up. "I think he had two reasons. The first was a lot of people were surprised when I got suspended for cussing out Parker when he was just trying to be nice and get me back on the team. I think Mr. Reed was trying to help repair my reputation a bit." Robbie nodded, accepting the explanation. "And the second?" "I think he was trying to find out if I was the same Tony he thought he knew." Robbie nodded again. "Probably about twenty percent of the first and eighty percent of the second." I accepted her evaluation. We walked together to her bedroom. "What did you do?" "First, I called Mr. Mulino, cause he knew everybody. Not the easiest thing to do, by the way. He has about a dozen assistants whose job it is to keep people from talking to the superintendent. He knew all about the Bradleys but not today's fire. They used to have a farm east of town. In fact, the farm straddled the district boundary. They could have sent their kids to the North Lincoln district if they'd wanted." Robbie looked a little surprised as she sat on the bed. A lot of people thought the North Lincoln district was better than ours. Academically at least. They always beat us on SAT and standardized tests, though I'd heard a rumor that they encourage some kids to be absent during those tests. "They bankrupted about three years ago," I continued. "According to Mr. Mulino, the main reason they're hurting for money, even though Dad is making good money in the methane fields, is that they're trying to pay back old debts even though the bankruptcy settled them and they don't have to." Robbie nodded. I know that impressed me too. "I also talked to Dan Boyd. He said pretty much the same thing. He said that John Bradley, the dad, had been a hell raiser as a teenager and in his twenties, but settled down and became a model citizen when Bobbi was born." "I guess being a dad can do that to you," Robbie observed, and it was my turn to nod. "I called around and found out they had no place to go. Then I called your dad." "And told him it was my idea?" "I said that, but I think he knew that I was doing it behind your back. I got the office to send for Tami..." "I wondered where you were and why she had to leave." "Then we drove to the middle school, and Mr. Hallowell helped me coral Traci, Kelly, and my gymnasts." "Your gymnasts?" "Yep. Rachel, Brianna, and Susie. I told them it was pre-season conditioning. They called their parents, then I drove them all to your house and they started cleaning out the three bedrooms at the end of the hall. Stephy Ward showed up on her own." "They cleaned? What about you?" "I went downtown and talked Mr. Rodriguez at Hacienda Furniture into donating five beds and five chests-of-drawers." "I heard he was a tightwad. How'd you do that?" "Mr. Rodriguez is one of the people the Bradleys owed money to, though I didn't know that when I went in. They paid him off, even though they didn't have to. I didn't have to do much more than mention their name. He called Mr. Olafson at Swede's Market, who donated about a hundred pounds of food, which is down in your kitchen, and Dan Conn at Ball's Department store. Conn sent over some jeans, shirts, underwear and stuff for all the girls." "Cool," Robbie said, leaning back on the bed, and I think that summed it up. "Mrs. Bradley was still at the Red Cross trying to work something out. I went by, collected her and the girls, and brought them back. We spent about twenty minutes with me teaching the girls how to greet the ogre who lives here..." "Ogre?" I grinned. "Then I drove all my workers home, and Tami and I went to school to meet you." "You owe me," Robbie said after almost a minute. "I owe you?" "Big time." Robbie unfastened her jeans and pushed them and her panties down her legs. "It's been a stressful day. Relax me." "What about Mark?" Robbie shrugged. "Mark and I have gone out a couple of times. Right now we're just at the kissing stage." More information than I needed. "There's kids in the house." "When has that ever stopped you, Stud," Robbie said with a giggle. "But I'll try not to scream." I bowed to the inevitable, crawled onto the bed, and pressed my face into her pussy. Robbie didn't scream, but the pillow she kept over her face helped.

The Story of Theresa by Dr. Phil Synopsis: A young, naive girl attempts to steal another girl's boyfriend. All she wants is a boy who will treat her right, and he's such a dreamboat! THE STORY OF THERESA Part I "Hello Theresa, how've you been?" "Oh! Fine Jimmy. I haven't seen you in awhile... how's Cindy?" Jimmy Webster, twenty years old, well built, and with the most incredible blue eyes, leaned one arm against the doorjamb and smiled his best smile back at Theresa Stahl. "I really don't know." He looked down at the ground as he continued, "Cindy and I broke up about a week ago. It just wasn't working out. Y'know how things go." Theresa was taken aback. She had last spoken to Cindy a little over a week ago and Cindy didn't give any indication that anything was wrong. Then again, she probably wouldn't. Although Theresa and Cindy had grown up together, they were never really `friends'. They went to the same grammar school and high school but there was never a closeness between them. Theresa was the smart one. Homework always done on time, well behaved, Daddy's Little Girl. Cindy was more of a tomboy, with a little mean streak. She was always getting into trouble, and usually getting herself out of it one way or another. She was a bit of a bully and enjoyed picking on shy girls like Theresa; a habit which only increased in maliciousness as she grew older. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I...I didn't know." "Don't be sorry. I'm glad that it happened. I finally wised up to her nastiness. I know she's been picking on you for a long time, but I kept figuring she'd grow out of it. I guess I was wrong. I'd also like to apologize for any part I had in any of her schemes. I hope you and I can still be friends." "Of course Jimmy" Theresa replied. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! She had often fantasized about Jimmy and her getting together but she never dared to believe it could actually happen. It wasn't happening now, she had to remind herself. Just because Jimmy was free and talking to her didn't mean anything. He could probably have his pick of any girl in town... Jimmy looked up and smiled casually at her while looking her right in the eyes. "I was wondering if you'd like to have a cup of coffee, or a coke or something..." Theresa had to look away from those intense eyes. Her heart fluttered a little. This couldn't be happening, could it? She tried to sound casual but stuttered out "Of course! I mean, sure. Why not?" Theresa felt a little faint. She was eighteen years old and very shy. She had never really had a boyfriend before, although she had had a few dates. Mostly with the nerdy types. Theresa was fairly attractive but her shyness and good grades gave her a bit of a nerdy reputation herself. She couldn't believe that Jimmy Webster was actually asking her to go someplace with him. "Terrific!" he smiled back. Let's go over to Smiley's. I'll drive." As Theresa got into the car she still couldn't believe what was happening. Things like this never happened to her. This was what happened to other girls. As they drove over to the diner Jimmy made small talk and asked her how school was going. Theresa was in her first year at college, majoring in Mathematics. Cindy didn't apply to any colleges but got a job right out of high school working in a department store. She moved into an apartment with three other girls and was having the time of her life. She always seemed to have money for nice clothes while Theresa worked part time and saved every penny she made for tuition to the local State college. The last time they had spoken Cindy told Theresa about a house party that was coming up in a couple of weeks. She invited Theresa to come to it but told her she had to bring a date. Her friends giggled a little as Theresa blushed and Cindy said "Oh come on! You've got two weeks to dig up a date. Surely you can manage that, can't you?" Cindy enjoyed tormenting Theresa this way. She knew Theresa didn't have a boyfriend and would be too shy to ask someone to go with her. The past week Theresa had been worrying about what she was going to do about the party. She could say she had to work, but the girls would know it was just because she couldn't find a date. A germ of a thought now began to take shape in her head. Wouldn't it be something if she went to the party with Jimmy as her date! And then if Cindy showed up alone... wouldn't that be something! Cindy was always getting the best of Theresa, ever since they were kids. For once Theresa would just love to turn the tables and humiliate Cindy, and right in front of her snotty friends! When they got to Smiley's Place Theresa ordered a diet coke and Jimmy ordered coffee and a donut. As they talked it became more and more evident that Jimmy was really interested in Theresa. Finally he asked her outright, "Would you like to go out with me, to a movie tonight?" Theresa was almost shaking now. "Sure! I'd really like that Jimmy." Jimmy smiled and said he'd pick her up at her parents' house at 6:00pm. They talked a little more and finally Jimmy drove her back home and told her he'd see her in a few hours. Jimmy showed up at Theresa's house about ten after six. He noticed with satisfaction that she was dressed and waiting for him in the living room. As they got into his car he said "The movie doesn't start until nine o'clock. How about stopping by my place first to chat a little and we'll leave in plenty of time to get seats at the theatre?" Theresa hesitated. `His' place... Wait a minute! She wasn't going to chicken out of this one. No wonder she never had a date, she was getting downright prudish. Eighteen years old and afraid to be alone with a boy. Something had to change in her life and it might as well be now. Besides, if she lost Jimmy now she'd kick herself for the rest of her life... "Ok... sure" Theresa answered, trying to make it sound offhand and casual. When they arrived at Jimmy's place Theresa was quite impressed. Jimmy was sharing an apartment with a roommate and, although it wasn't what she'd call high class, it was relatively neat for two boys living alone. The apartment was quiet. Jimmy said his roommate was out on a date and probably wouldn't be back for awhile. He chuckled a little, like it was some kind of private male-joke. Jimmy walked into the kitchen and came back with a couple of beers and a glass, while Theresa sat on the couch and glanced around the small apartment. Jimmy poured her a beer in the glass and drank his own straight from the bottle. Although Theresa didn't drink she was so nervous she felt a beer would probably do her some good. Jimmy sat down next to her and smiled at her while staring straight into her eyes. "I've always liked you, Theresa. It used to make me feel real bad to see Cindy treating you so badly." "Oh, it was never THAT bad..." Cindy began to reply. "Sure it was!" Tommy quickly countered. "She used to look for any oppotunity to humiliate you in front of her friends. I think she's jealous of you and put you down because it made her feel better about herself. Also, she's just unfeeling sometimes. I'll bet there were at least a FEW times when you wanted to get back at her, am I wrong?" "Actually, it wasn't so bad but no, you're not wrong. I admit that a few times I wished I could hurt her as much as she'd hurt me, but it's just not my nature." "I know, Theresa. That's what I like about you." With that he placed his arm around her shoulder in a friendly hug and smiled warmly at her. Theresa felt that she was shaking now and hoped that Jimmy couldn't feel it. The silence in the room was complete. They sat there and stared at each other for what seemed an eternity and, finally, Jimmy slowly leaned over and tenderly kissed her full on the lips. Theresa felt faint. She'd never kissed a boy before... not like this. She wasn't really sure what to do so she just closed her eyes and let Jimmy take the lead. Jimmy used the back of one of his hands to caress her cheek as he held the kiss. By the time he finally broke off, Theresa was in love. "Oh, Jimmy..." she sighed. "If you only knew how much I wanted you to do that." "I hope you like it because now that you're my girl I intend to do it often!" "Your girl!" Theresa asked, surprised. "Oh, yes. I think I'd like that a lot." Then she smiled back at Jimmy and asked "Now that I'm your girl. Would you like to take me to Laurie's party next Saturday?" Theresa felt instantly nervous. She hoped she hadn't pushed her luck too fast. What if he said no? Oh God, she felt like a fool for asking him. Why didn't she just keep her big mouth shut... "Sure! I'd love to. I wasn't going to go in case Cindy was there. Actually, I'd like to see the look on her face when we show up together! She'll probably die!" Yes, thought Theresa. She probably WOULD die! And all of her friends will be there too! This was working out great. Not only was she going to get a chance to pay back Cindy but she got Jimmy as a boyfriend at the same time! She felt like she was on top of the world. The beer helped her euphoria a bit and she leaned over to kiss Jimmy on the lips. On her own! Jimmy returned the kiss and swung her back so that he was slightly above her. She yielded as his tongue licked at her lips. The tickling sensation caused her to part her lips a little and when she did Jimmy's tongue went right into her mouth... Theresa felt woozy. As Tommy probed her mouth with his tongue he placed his right hand behind her head. This pinned her head in place as his tongue became even more insistent. With the fingers of his left hand he slowly caressed her neck. He concentrated on the side of her neck where it met her shoulder, and continued kissing her and licking at her mouth. He licked her lips, then licked her teeth, caressing her neck the whole time. Theresa began breathing heavily with her eyes closed. What was happening to her? She began to feel totally helpless to his kisses and caresses... and she found that she liked it. She not only liked it, she didn't want it to stop! "Oh Jimmy..." she managed to moan. "What.... mmmmmm...ohhhh..." Jimmy was relentless. He knew he had her and decided to make his next move. As he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth he moved his left hand down and caressed her right breast through her clothes. She didn't even realize what was happening. The sensations were so intense it was just another variation. Slowly he undid the top few buttons on her blouse, then caressed her though her bra. She was still writhing to his touch. He quickly used both hands to unclasp her bra in the front and immediately moved his hand back to her neck. As he placed his left hand over her bare right nipple he paused his kissing just a bit to smile at her. As she opened her eyes and looked at him she said "Jimmy, no..." but before she could finish he lowered his head to kiss her once again on the lips. He then turned her head to the side and began nibbling and licking her ear. At this Theresa moaned and shifted. When Jimmy closed his fingers and pinched her nipple she stiffened, and then sighed. She was done for. Jimmy sensed it, and so did Theresa. He now used both of his strong hands to massage her bare breasts, teasing the nipples. He lowered his head between her breasts and kissed her. This caused her to gasp and moan "Oooh Jimmie, oooh Jimmie..." several times. He moved over her a bit more and positioned his knee so that it was right against her crotch. As he rubbed his knee and thigh against her cunt he kept up the relentless attack on her neck and ears with his mouth and tongue. Theresa was now out of control. She had never even kissed a boy before and here she was, thrashing around under him and rubbing herself off against his thigh while he kneaded her tits. Something seemed to click in her. She had spent years being a `good girl'. Everybody else was having fun and she spent her nights masturbating herself to sleep with outrageous fantasies. Now was her chance. She wanted to be fucked! She wanted to be fucked good and hard, just like in her fantasies! She wanted Jimmy to have her, all he wanted. Oh God! What was happening to her? Just don't let him stop.... please! Jimmy kept rubbing her nipples while he looked down at her and softly said "What's the matter? Are you HOT? Yessss. You look like a real hot little girl. You like this, don't you.. Yes... I can see that you do." As he talked to her this way he had unbuttoned her skirt and was pulling it down over her hips. When it was just above her knees he grabbed her tit with one hand and began sucking and licking at the nipple. Theresa twisted and moaned as he used his other hand to grab the elastic band of her pantyhose and tug them down too. He pulled hard to get them down around her full hips and when they were also around her knees he once again placed both hands on her nipples. He kissed her belly and licked at her navel. As she squirmed he pinched both of her nipples. "Owww...." she complained just a bit but he eased up a little and continued kissing her below the navel and working his way down to her twisting hips. Theresa was frantic now. She knew what was coming and she wanted it. For some reason she wasn't afraid. She was so worked up she couldn't imagine stopping. "Oh, YES Jimmy. You can have me. I WANT you to have me. unnnggghhhh! oooooooo!" She was breathing heavily. Jimmy was a little surprised. He expected to be able to fuck this girl without too much trouble, but he didn't expect how intense her reaction would be. She really was a hot little bitch! And her told her so... "My, my, what a hot little girl we have here! You really want this, don't you?" "YES, oh God, YES" she moaned. "Good... you wouldn't want me to stop now, would you?.. no... I'm sure you wouldn't. You're a hot little bitch looking for a real good fucking, aren't you?" "Oooooohhh..." she moaned as she twisted. "Yes, I'm a hot little bitch! Fuck me, Fuck me....please." Theresa started thrashing. Jimmy managed to slip her dress completely off her, and pulled her shoes off too. She kicked her feet a little as he continued working her pantyhose down around her legs. As she twisted to the side he gave her a little slap on her exposed asscheek and said "Stop kicking! Let me get your pantyhose down. You wouldn't want me to spank you now would you?" and he chuckled softly. "Let me get your pantyhose off so I can see all of you... there... that's a good girl!" Theresa was confused. She didn't realize the moment when she had completely given up her control, but she liked the feeling. Jimmy was arousing sensations in her that she had never dreamed could be so intense. When Jimmy threatened to spank her she shuddered a little. How did he know her fantasy... was he reading her mind? What would he think if he knew what sort of demons haunted her masturbation fantasies? She was so ashamed, yet she felt this was her only chance. If he stopped she'd die. She wanted him to use her, to gobble her up. She wanted to be made love to by a man who knew what she needed... Theresa made it a point to twist a little more. When she was rewarded with another slap she sighed audibly. "Well, what do we have here!" gloated Jimmy. "Maybe the hot little girl wants me to spank her bottom before I fuck her? Is that right?" He laughed a little. The shame burned Theresa, but she was in this too far to back down now. Jimmy finally got her pantyhose off her so she was naked from the waist down. Jimmy rubbed his fingers over her pussy and slowly began inserting one of his fingers into her. She was staring up into his eyes now. She was locked into those blue eyes as he fingered her cunt and gave her what she needed. Jimmy then removed his fingers and lifted her forward a little so she could get her blouse completely off. She didn't struggle but helped as best she could. Jimmy then removed her bra and tossed it and the blouse to the corner of the room. Theresa felt wicked. She was completely naked in Jimmy's apartment! Jimmy hadn't removed anything yet and this contrast, her being naked while he was fully dressed, added a sensual shame that began to envelop her. Jimmy held her face in his hands and kissed her. Then he used his hands to persuade her up on the couch on her hands and knees, while he stood next her her and, pushing her with his hands, coaxed her into position. Her forehead was touching the seat cushions as she rested on her elbows. Her very ample and very white young ass was now up and on complete display! As he placed one hand on the small of her back and began rubbing his right hand in firm circles over her ass he almost chanted to her... "Oh, yes. What a nice ass you have. Oh, it's beautiful! Nice and round and white..." He rubbed her ass harder and harder in circles. He used the heel of his hand as he rubbed her just below the curve of her cheeks where her hairy little pussy peeked out. "Oh yes! Such a nice ass the little girl has. And so warm.... and DELICIOUS looking... Yum! I think the little girl needs a licking, that's what I think. What do you think? Do you think you need a good licking?" He continued to torment her while he taunted her. He could see she was getting hotter and hotter. "Ohhhhhh... yesssss. Give it to me..." she begged. "Give what to you?" he taunted. "A...a licking. Give me a licking.. ooohhhh." Man! This was one hot bitch. She was REALLY getting off on this! It's always the shy ones, isn't it? Jimmy could see some major long-term fun here... Jimmy continued rubbing his palm in circles over Theresa's ass. Suddenly he drew back and gave her a hard stinging slap on her left asscheek. The slap made her jump and suck in her breath and also left a bright pink spot on her ass. Theresa stiffened and then let out a gasp. The warm tingle went from her burning backside directly to her cunt! It made her shiver noticeably. She wanted more! She knew that. In her wildest fantasies she wanted this and now here she was, getting it, just like she'd always dreamed. Theresa's cunt was on fire. She began panting and wiggling her ass in a circle. Jimmie had flipped her switch on and Theresa was flipping out! "Ohhh, no... please stop! Don't spank me. Please don't spank me" she cried, but her frenetic wiggling gave her lie away. She wanted it alright. Jimmy continued rubbing her ass. He knelt down next to the sofa and used one hand to pinch her nipple while he inserted two fingers into her cunt from behind. It was very wet. Theresa began sobbing lightly. Jimmy cooed "There there, little Theresa is all wet! She must be very very hot. I think she LIKES being spanked like a naughty little girl." He pulled his fingers out and gave her a few more taps on her rump, then went back to fingering her. He inserted his thumb into her cunt and let her ride on that for awhile. "Maybe I should just put you across my knee and spank you, would you like that? Then I'll fuck you good... real good." It was at this moment that Theresa snapped. "Yes! Spank me, fuck me, use me. Please. Do whatever you want to, just don't stop!" She was sobbing now. She'd opened up and bared her soul, along with her ass. She knew she needed this kind of treatment and she'd found a man who could give it to her. She was so lucky! "Ooooh... Yes!" she cried. "I want it....." Jimmy was hard as a rock. He started slapping Theresa's ass hard now. He'd slap it a few times, then rub it, then let his fingertips run up and down her ass crack. Then slap her some more. Theresa was bucking like a wild horse. Her hips were bouncing up and down. Suddenly Jimmy stopped and stood up. He lowered his pants and undershorts and stepped out of them while Theresa watched him with tears in her eyes. He motioned for her to crawl forward a bit so that her chin would rest on the arm of the sofa. She jumped to obey. Jimmy walked in front of her and held his erection up to her face. "You like this, baby?" Theresa had never seen an erect cock before. She had always been curious about them but now that she had one sticking right in her face she licked her lips and opened her mouth like it was an old friend. Jimmy was chuckling "Good! You want it, don't you? Yes, of COURSE you do." Theresa felt her face flush with shame. What was she doing? But she knew that she WANTED that cock! She took it into her mouth and was amazed by the smoothness of it. It was hard, but the skin was still soft and silky. She began sucking on it and then moved her head back and forth a little. Jimmy fed it to her and then began moving it in and out of her mouth in slow strokes. Theresa was going wild. Suddennly she felt a change in Jimmy's thrusts. His cock seemed to swell even more and the rhythm slowed. She had an idea what was happening but she continued sucking. Jimmy stiffened and thrust his cock forward once and held it. Suddenly she felt spurts of warm liquid hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed and continued sucking as she felt several more hard thrusts and squirts. Jimmy's hands were in her hair, holding her head motionless as he came. Finally he gave a big sigh and she felt his muscles relax. He patted her on the head like one would do to a puppy and slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth. Theresa felt exhilarated! Although she felt degraded to have been used in such a manner, she felt a strange sort of pride in having successfully sucked him off. Her first blowjob! She looked up at Jimmy and licked her lips. Yes, she liked it alright. She felt like a different person, and she wanted more. She craved this feeling of helplessness. She wanted to be treated like a slut, a sex toy. The erotic humiliation of being used this way made her own pussy itch. She felt like there were bumblebees flying around deep inside her cunt and she desperately needed to be fucked. Jimmy knelt down beside her and rubbed the back of her neck while he said "Very good... that was very, very good. I'll bet you're hot yourself, aren't you?" Theresa nodded her head and licked her lips. "I thought so. Theresa, I want you to get down on the floor here beside the couch. Sit down with you legs straight out. Now, I want you to lean back against the sofa... Now pull your knees up and spread them as wide as you can! I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours staring right at me... Excellent! And I can see your little asshole too! How cute!" Theresa followed all of his orders without thinking. She had already decided to give herself up to Jimmy. Once the decision was made, it became easy for her to do these outrageous things. After all, she was only doing what he told her to do. Her ass was still tingling from the spanking she had received and it felt warm and good rubbing against the carpet. Once she had succeeded in attaining the shameful position he had requested, she felt like her pussy and her asshole were about ten times their original size and sticking right out at him... the only parts of her he was looking at. Indeed, right now she was correct! Jimmy stared at her open crotch and said "Now I want you to rub yourself off. You know what I mean, rub your cunt until you cum just like a naughty little girl. I want you to look at me the whole time. Now do it good, or I'll give you another spanking..." His taunting tone and his clear blue eyes made her feel incredibly sluttish. She was doing things for him that no self- respecting woman would EVER do for any man. She wanted to be taken deeper. She wanted to be taken down past the point of no return. She looked up at Jimmy and began fingering her cunt. Slowly she started rubbing it. As she saw him start to get hard again she licked her lips and started wiggling her wide-open hips to show him even more! This in turn made her even hotter. She began moaning now and circling her hips. Her little asshole was still visible a couple of inches above the rug and just below her rubbing fingers. Jimmy could see wetness on her fingers and all over her crotch. A little of it was dripping down and was just above her asshole. Theresa was moaning now, obviously very close to her own orgasm. Jimmy knelt down on the floor in front of her and inserted his index finger right into her anus! He wiggled it a little as he encouraged her "Come on baby, cream all over the place! I can see it starting. Nice thick cream oozing out of your cunt. Cum for me!" He licked his lips as he held her gaze and continued with his maddening finger movement. Theresa's left hand moved to her tit and she started pinching and pulling at her own nipple. Finally she stiffened, held her body firm as a board for about five seconds while she cried "Oh my God! I'm cummmmming, Oh God, oooooo yes!" And she began bucking wildly, riding Jimmy's probing finger the whole time. She was taking big gulping breaths of air and rocking, but continued staring at Jimmy as if she were transfixed. Finally her orgasm was over, but Theresa knew that a whole new life was just beginning... THE STORY OF THERESA Part II Theresa clutched her knees to her chest and rocked slowly back and forth as she sobbed. Her orgasm was over but her body was still rocked by occasional tremors. Just remembering what had happened to her minutes before was enough to make her body spasm and her teeth chatter. Jimmy looked down at her the whole while, with a self- satisfied grin on his face. He had set himself a goal earlier in the day of merely fucking the shy girl. He hadn't had anything from Cindy in a couple of days because of her period, and he thought laying Theresa would be an interesting challenge. She was sooo prim and proper. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. No wonder Cindy despised her! Now that he'd stripped and spanked her and watched her frig herself off with his finger in her asshole, and BEG for more... he knew he had himself some Class A pussy any time he wanted it, and any WAY he wanted it! Theresa seemed to thrive on the helplessness... the humiliation. Well, he planned to see that she got all that she could handle. It was a tough job, he snickered, but SOMEBODY had to be responsible for spanking this hot bitch! "Come on" he said as he he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into a kneeling position. "Before I fuck you, I think you should get a better look at my apartment. I think you should walk around the place, check out every room, look in every corner and make yourself feel at home... Oh, you know what would be really fun? I think you should do it by crawling around on your hands and knees!" Theresa looked up at Jimmy for a moment but then immediately leaned over and put her hands on the floor. She slowly began crawling around the living room floor while Jimmy encouraged her "That's right! Wiggle that little red ass for me ... ooohh yeah! Wiggle that thing!" Theresa was mortified but she was also getting hot again! It seemed incredible but the more she degraded herself in front of Jimmy, the hotter she got. Was there something wrong with her? Was she a pervert or something? She didn't care. She wanted even more! "Now lower your head more. Get on your elbows and drag your titties on the carpet as you crawl. Keep that ass up in the air and wiggling for me..... yeah!... what a shot!" Jimmy had been sitting in a chair watching her but now he got up and followed behind her, fondling her ass as she crawled in this manner. The friction of her nipples against the short coarse carpet, combined with his fingers tickling her asshole made her stop and shiver every few feet. , his hand came down hard on her ass, "Don't stop, keep going..." In this manner Theresa made her slow shameful journey around the entire apartment. At one point she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball, moaning, her fingers rubbing frantically at her cunt while her nipples tingled in torment from the friction of the coarse carpet. ... "Stop that!" He warned, as his hand came down and again caught the meaty globe of her exposed asscheek. "Get back up on your knees and arms. You can't touch yourself until I tell you to." Whimpering, Theresa got back into position, her ass smarting from this last blow to her disappearing dignity. God, she was hot! The way he dominated her made her want to give herself up to him totally, to do anything he wished. She knew she could refuse him nothing. She wallowed in her own degradation, craving his next demand upon her. She didn't have to wait long. When she finally crawled back into the living room he told her to straddle a low stool in front of the couch. With some rope and a couple of old ties he bound her in place over the stool, her hands on one side and her knees on the other. He spread her knees as he bound them to the legs of the stool. This kept her ass wide open and her puckered little anus on display. Her furry little pussy peeked out at him from below her reddened ass. He crouched there beside her for awhile, enjoying the view and teasing her rear end with lightly moving fingers and soft pats. Theresa moaned and moved her hips in circles as best she could in her confinement. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "Who in the hell could that be?" Jimmy asked, slightly amused. When he got up and began walking to the door Theresa wailed out "No! you're not going to answer that, are you? You can't let anybody SEE me like this! PLEASE!" Jimmy chuckled as he unlocked and opened the door about half way. It was his roommate's younger brother Richie, and his friend Steve. "Is Teddy around?" Richie asked. "I wanted to know if I could borrow his car tonight if he's not using it." Richie had just gotten his license that summer. He and Steve wanted to borrow the car to try and pick up some girls and have a few laughs. Well, if it's laughs they were after... "Come on in!" Jimmy said as he swung the door wide. "Teddy won't be home for another hour or so. You guys can wait here if you want." The two boys walked into the apartment and when they saw the naked girl tied like that over the stool they gasped. "Oh, have you guys met Theresa Stahl?" Theresa sobbed a little and wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "Theresa Stahl!" gasped Steve. That can't be Theresa, can it?" The boys were greatly confused. They both knew Theresa's brother and had been to the Stahl home many times. Theresa was a good looking girl, but very shy and studious. They made little jokes about her shyness, and her tits, but now they couldn't believe that this white ass that was twisting in their faces belonged to Theresa! "Sure it can!" laughed Jimmy. "Theresa, turn your face this way so the guys can look at you. Hurry! You don't want me to have to SPANK you again in front of the boys, do you?" Jimmy continued chuckling as Theresa moved her head and stared at the stunned boys. He was enjoying her shame immensely and his mind was reeling with new ideas to further humiliate her. "Come on in, don't be shy. She loves this. You won't believe it, but having you boys see her like this is really turning her on, isn't that right, Theresa?" Jimmy smiled at Theresa but she sniffled and turned her head away in shame. . "I said, isn't that RIGHT, Theresa? And don't turn your head away when we're talking to you." "Theresa turned back to look at the boys and said, "Yes, that's right." "Let me introduce you boys to Theresa's ass" Jimmy said, motioning towards the pink and white flesh in front of him. "You guys should have been here about fifteen minutes ago! She took all her clothes off and begged me to give her a spanking... so I did! You can see how red her ass still is. After that she crawled around on the floor for me, dragging her tits on the rug and begging me to fuck her. I was just about to do that now when you guys showed up. Would you like to feel her up a little?" Richie and Steve looked at each other and hesitated just a bit. Though they'd never admit it, they were both still virgins and had never seen a girl completely naked before, let alone touched one! Richie was staring with interest at Theresa's asshole, which was clearly visible since her asscheeks were spread so wide. It appeared to be pulsing a bit and there was a little wetness around it, like sweat. He couldn't believe that a girl, ANY girl, would let herself be seen this way. This was the most shameful exposure imaginable. A few inches below her asshole he saw what looked like a small pouch hanging between her legs. A small pouch with a slit in it! That must be her cunt! It had a little light hair around it and dangled there so invitingly, he felt like he wanted to grab it. His cock was hard as a rock and he had a tingling up and down it and in his balls that he thought would drive him nuts if he didn't jack off. The more he stared at Theresa the harder he got. Finally, he moved closer to her and hesitantly placed one hand on her ass. It felt so silky! It was also warm, probably from the recent spanking she'd had. Slowly he began feeling up her ass and he even got bold enough to let his right hand move over that little pouch of hers and feel the slit! While he was doing this Steve moved over and crouched down to look at Theresa's tits, which were hanging just over the far edge of the stool. The nipples were long and looked like big pencil erasers! He stared at her face for a minute and saw her lips quivering from Richie's hands feeling up her ass. Steve reached both hands under Theresa's chin and grabbed her tits. He began massaging them and rubbing his fingers across the hard nipples. Theresa began moaning and squirming now. This caused all three boys to laugh and Jimmy taunted her saying "You like being our own little playmate, don't you? Yes! I'm sure you do. Your pussy's all wet! You can't hide that from us!" Jimmy said "Watch this!" then stuck his two fingers into his mouth to moisten them. He then crammed them into Theresa's squirming cunt. She gasped and began rotating her hips faster and faster. "What a hot bitch!" He pulled his fingers out and gave her another hard slap, this time right on the center of her ass. All three of them laughed again and continued tormenting her without relief. They kept her at it for nearly an hour. Pulling her nipples, tickling her asshole and cunt and slapping her now deeply reddened asscheeks. Theresa began thrashing about. Thank God she was tied in place or she could have hurt herself. She moaned and begged and pleaded the boys to fuck her, and all they did was laugh at her and continue the torment. All of a sudden they heard the sound of voices outside the door and a key turning in the lock. Theresa was too far out of it to notice but the boys looked up in time to see the door open and Teddy walk in. That wouldn't have been too bad, except that he wasn't alone. He had his girlfriend Tina with him, and Cindy. The three newcomers stared in shock at the scene before them. Jimmy and the two boys were fully dressed and hovering like vultures around the nude body of a squirming young girl. And she certainly was squirming! Her whole body was shivering. Her reddened ass was making circles in the air. Her tongue was flicking from side to side in her mouth, stopping only long enough for her to beg someone to fuck her! There was something strangely familiar about the young slut and when she thrashed her head sideways to expose her face Cindy yelled out "THERESA!!" Theresa stopped moving instantly and peered back at the trio standing by the door. As soon as she recognized who they were she cried out "NO! Make them leave! I don't want them to see me this way!" Jimmy nervously waited to see what Cindy would say. Thank God the other boys were there so it wasn't just he and Theresa. He saw anger flash in Cindy's eyes and then, to his surprise, she leaned her head back and started laughing her heart out! "Theresa Stahl! Well, well. Our stuck-up little bookworm isn't so stuck up after all! Did you do this to her, Jimmy?" Jimmy tried to sound offhand as he said "Sure... the three of us did. She was teasing us and when she stripped down and begged for a spanking I thought it might be kind of fun to oblige her." Teddy and Tina just looked on, although Tina had a small smile on her face and Teddy suddenly had a huge bulge in his pants. Tina didn't have anything against Theresa, but the lusty sight of what was going on started having an affect on her. She didn't know why, but she was excited by the spectacle of a pretty young thing like Theresa trussed up and spanked. Tina thought she'd hang around and watch a little. From the look in his eyes she didn't think Teddy would object. Cindy, on the other hand, made it clear that she wanted in on the action immediately. She held herself in control but it was obvious that her jealousy, combined with her natural meanness and desire to humiliate this little stuck up bitch, made this a perfect opportunity for her to do a little ass-kicking herself. "Don't let ME stop you boys", she said menacingly. "This little bitch had us all fooled with her `butter wouldn't melt in her mouth' act. If I had my way, I'd drag her down to the ballfield just the way she is now and hang her by her feet and hands from the little swing set so the local `tough guys' could get a real good laugh at her, hanging there with a red ass and cream dripping out of her cunt!" The sheer erotic vision of that threat had every prick in the room hard as iron. Even Tina gasped out loud, but her smile still gave away her innermost feelings. Theresa started to twist and cry. Cindy answered this by walking over and quickly giving her a loud and ringing slap on her twisting backside. "Stop that this instant, you little slut!" Turning to Jimmy she smiled a wicked little smile, one that Jimmy recognized from so many times in the past. "You know, I kind of enjoy seeing her trussed up like this. From the looks of her you boys must have been having quite a little party with her... Say, that's an idea! I know that Meaghan and Kathy would LOVE to see Theresa here squirming around like this. I'm sure they could interest their boyfriends in coming over too. Then there's Mike Whalen. He tried asking Miss Not-so-Fancy Pants here for a date a couple of times and she wouldn't go out with him. I can think of three or four others. Tell you what, I'll spring for all the beer and chips myself. What do you say? About fifteen people, tops. I'll start making the calls. Do you think you can keep her `in the mood' for another half hour or so?" Jimmy was grinning from ear to ear. "I'm positive we can!" With that Cindy went to the phone while the others clustered around to watch Jimmy and the boys go back to work... "Oh! NO! PLEASE NO!" sobbed Theresa. "AHHHHHH! You can't let any other people come over, please... please..." but it was too late. Her fate was sealed. Jimmy bent over and whispered to her "Now, be a good little girl. Remember the ballfield and the swing set... She'll do it you know. You'd better get `in the mood' fast or you'll be swinging in the breeze..." With that, Steve went back to work on her nipples and Jimmy resumed fondling her open ass. Within seconds the poor tormented girl was again writhing and moaning, this time to the laughter of a small crowd. The sounds of light female laughter mixed in with the boys made this doubly humiliating for her. Suddenly Jimmy jumped up and said "I just got a GREAT idea! Wait a minute..." and he rushed off into his bedroom. They heard him digging through his things for a minute, then the sound of water running. He returned with a big smile, and a water pistol. "Let's have a little game while we wait!" He made a line on the carpet with Theresa's discarded pantyhose and said, "Everybody gets five shots. You score one point for each direct hit right on her asshole!" Cindy heard his comments from the telephone and shouted "All Right! I'm in!" Jimmy continued. "Like I said, one point for each direct hit. At the end of each round the winner gets to give her a spanking, as long as they want. Sound good to you?" "Great!" "I'm in" "Me too!" they all chimed. Steve kept working on her tits as, one by one, they each crouched down at the line to take their turn. Jimmy went first. He sighted down the barrel, directly at the round little asshole that was about five feet away from him and wiggling. He pulled the trigger... and scored a direct hit! "That's one! he boasted" The sensation caused Theresa to suck in air and moan loudly, to the delight of the crowd. Jimmy missed on his second and third shots but scored again on his fourth and missed his fifth. After this they each took their turn. Aiming at her asshole was a good idea, as the natural wiggling made it a perfect target. The other problem was that her pouting little cunt- pouch a couple of inches below it distracted the boys somewhat. Possibly for this reason the winner was Tina, with four out of five perfect hits. "Go ahead Tina, you won. Do it! Do it!" Tina walked up to the shivering young girl. It was obvious that she had been pitilessly held at the point of orgasm for a long time. Her teeth were chattering and there was a small puddle of cunt juice on the floor just under her swollen crotch. Tina slowly let her hand trace along Theresa's entire body, surprised at how hot this was making her. Finally she winked at the boys, lifted her hand, and began spanking Theresa's ass with loud, ringing slaps. "Oh yeah!" they all cheered. "Way to go, Tina!" Tina wailed Theresa's ass for a good five minutes, varying from cheek to cheek and occasionally aiming for the exact center. Theresa squirmed to try to get away and cried openly. The rest of the room kept egging her on and taunting Theresa. Just as she was finishing they heard the doorbell ring. Cindy went to answer it and there were Meaghan and her boyfriend, with two cases of beer and some chips. "Come on it! Thanks for bringing the stuff. Let me introduce you to our guest of honor!" Meaghan giggled when she saw Theresa and her boyfriend blushed deeply. As they walked closer to get a good look at her some of the others began arriving. Although they were all prepared for the sight, each new person gasped when they first came in and saw Theresa. By the time the last couple arrived, everyone was relaxing, drinking beer, and munching. It was turning into a real nice party, with the center of attraction receiving many pats, pokes and little slaps from both boys and girls. A couple of the girls brought cameras with them and snapped a few pictures of Theresa's shame. Around 9:00 Jimmy told everybody to quiet down, he wanted to show them a little trick he'd taught Theresa. He then bent over the sobbing girl and untied her hands and knees from the little stool. He then told her that he wanted her to crawl all around the room again on her forearms and knees, dragging her titties on the carpet and wiggling her ass like she'd done for him earlier that evening. Theresa gasped and the crowd waited eagerly to see what would happen next. Jimmy told her she'd better start now or she wouldn't believe the things they would do to her, both here AND in the ballfield... Biting her lower lip and with a face as scarlet as her ass, Theresa got into the shameful position and began the most humiliating journey of her life. The guests went wild! They laughed and pinched her ass as she crawled by. More cameras flashed in the room. Theresa was crying as she crawled but she kept her ass up as instructed. When Jimmy yelled at her not to forget the wiggle there was a roar of laughter in the room. When she finally headed back towards the stool she saw Cindy sitting on the sofa with her long legs crossed and her short skirt tucked back a bit. She had a very smug smile on her face as she crooked her finger at Theresa and motioned for her to crawl towards her. Theresa stopped at Cindy's feet and looked up past the trim nylon-clad legs to the beaming face of her tormentor. "Sit up, Theresa. Stay on your knees but sit back on your heels with your hands in your lap and look at me." Suddenly the room became very quiet. "Spread your knees wider... that's a girl. Now, you've been a very wicked little girl tonight, haven't you? After all that teasing I'll bet you'd just love to cum, wouldn't you?... well WOULDN'T YOU?" Theresa jumped at the sharp tone and said "Y-YES Cindy". "Good! Well I'm going to let you cum, in front of all of our friends here. But first, I think everybody would just LOVE to see you play with yourself for awhile! Use your fingers and rub your little clitty for the boys. Make those fingers blurr - but you'd better not cum until I tell you!" The rest of the room looked on in fascination as the tormented young girl began rubbing herself off. She started slowly, but she was so hot by now that, in spite of herself, she quickly picked up speed and began licking her lips. To further humiliate her, Cindy made her apologize to the whole room for being such a stuck up little snob. She had to tell them how much she enjoyed being their entertainment and then beg them all to spank her if she ever forgot her place in the future and began acting like a stuck-up little smart-ass again. By now her fingers were flying and she was swaying on her knees, nearing the orgasm she'd been kept so cruelly close to all evening. Suddenly Cindy shouted "Stop it, Theresa! Stop it Right Now!" Theresa whimpered in frustration as she stopped rubbing herself. Her knees were vibrating and her hands were shaking. Cindy then uncrossed her legs and patted them with her hand. With a smile she indicated that Theresa was now to position herself across her lap. Oh God! Was there no end to this humiliation? Cindy had a short skirt on, but with it hiked back even more she flashed the full length of her lovely long legs, silkily encased in nylon pantyhose. With her knees still shaking, Theresa climbed up and managed to drape herself across that lovely lap. The nylons felt tingly against her naked skin as she adjusted herself over Cindy's thighs. Theresa felt even more naked than ever as she felt Cindy's hands come down to position her butt as a better target. Cindy casually played with Theresa's ass as they got settled. She used her fingers to spread Theresa's asshole open then gently patted and stroked the doomed flesh. Finally she said, "Now I want you to turn your head so that everybody can see your face as you're spanked. After each slap I want you to say `Thank you, Cindy'. Don't forget now or you'll be sorry..." Cindy gave her a sharp pinch and said "Don't look at me! I said to keep your impertinent little face turned towards our guests. I want you to see them laughing at you while you get your spanking!" Theresa turned her head and saw that everyone's eyes in the room were focused on her naked form, lying so obscenely across the lap of the girl who had picked on her for most of her life, who always seemed to get the better of her. She could tell from their eyes when Cindy lifted her hand into the air. Suddenly she felt a hot sting on her exposed asscheek and a loud slap sounded in the small apartment. "Owwwwww!" She cried, twisting her hips just a bit, then remembering, she said in a small voice "thank you Cindy...". She barely got the words out of her mouth when a second stinging slap came down on the exact same spot. "Owwwwwwww!!!!" she screeched. That one REALLY hurt! Her reaction brought a few chuckles from the boys and smiles from the girls. "thank you Cindy..." she remembered to say. As the spanking continued she began sobbing her "thank you's" while the laughter got more and more rowdy. Meaghan got off a couple more snapshots while the boys tormented her with their rude comments: "Wiggle that butt!" "Wow! I think she's getting off on this!" "Why is the bad little girl crying? Awwww..." In spite of the pain, Theresa began to notice how each hard slap was causing her cunt to rub against Cindy's nylon-clad thighs. This in turn was stimulating her already tormented and teased clit. She had been held at the point of orgasm for so long that she was now unable to stop her body from rubbing itself against the nylon material, rubbing the sensitive little clit back and forth till she felt herself close to the edge again! Oh no! She thought. Please God, don't let me cum like this! Don't let me cum while being spanked across Cindy's lap! In front of all the others! As her body betrayed her, she looked at the laughing faces in the room. The girls were clapping their hands in delight while the boys were shouting rude encouragement to Cindy and making snide remarks meant for Theresa's ears... "Look at her, she's gonna cum any minute! Cindy is really wailing her ass, look at her go!" "Y'know, I'd kinda like seeing her hanging by her hands and feet at the ballfield. You think the boys that hang out there at night might enjoy seeing her wide-open cunt on display?" "Wait till I tell the guys about this, they won't believe it! Hey Meaghan, can I have a set of those pictures when they're developed?... Thanks!" "Wouldn't it be fun to make her walk all the way home like that? I wonder what her Daddy would think of his little girl now?" As they hurled their remarks at Theresa, her traitorous body kept rubbing her crotch madly against Cindy's thighs, keeping pace with the stinging slaps of the spanking. Hours of being teased at the edge made her gasp and rub herself off even harder, in spite of the lewd spectacle she knew she was making of herself. All of a sudden she knew she was going to cum. She cried at the shame of being spanked to orgasm by her enemy, at the same time her body went stiff as a board. She held her breath and her whole body trembled. Through her tears she could see everyone watching intently as she yelled at the top of her lungs, then began jerking all around Cindy's lap. Her orgasm was so intense that Cindy lost her grip, allowing Theresa to fall off her knees to the floor, where she continued thrashing around in front of the assembled guests. The flash of Meaghan's camera added a surrealism to the room; the voices became echoes and the faces blurrs as she continued spasming and gasping for breath. When she finally came to her senses she found that her hands were clamped tight over her pussy and her legs were drawn up into the air, knees bent and spread wide, with her feet wiggling and kicking. When her last spasm ended she lowered her legs and just lay there, sobbing and thinking of the shameful specatacle she must have presented for everyone's entertainment. "Damn! That was intense!" Jimmy said to Cindy, shaking his head and chuckling in disbelief. "I had no idea she'd go this far. Can you believe it, she actually tried teasing me and then asked if I would take her to Laurie's party next Saturday? She must have thought she could get even with you somehow by showing up with me on her arm. Poooor Theresa. Looks like her little plan backfired!" Cindy's eyes flashed darkly for just a minute, then she smiled smugly as she looked down at the naked girl on the carpet. "You know. That's not a bad idea! I think you SHOULD take her to Laurie's party next Saturday! As a matter of fact we'll BOTH take her. I'm sure she'll be the hit of the evening. Remind me to buy a leash tomorrow..." THE END

The Bonobo Girls by HalfAsleep The Bonobo Girls Pt. 01 A group of women go to Burning Man. Self discovery ensues. The first morning is always the craziest. There are tents to put up, the kitchen that needs tending, bags to unpack, and all the while the air is resonating with music and laughter. This was their first time camping together at Burning Man. For four of them, it was the first time at Burning Man at all. Sarah had become the de facto leader, the only one in the group with a previous experience here under her belt. She had laid out the plan and all of them were dutifully following it. The RV was one side of the little square of land they had claimed for themselves. Anne's car blocked the street side, while the kitchen tent, the shade structure and the outdoor shower closed off the other two sides. Susan, Carol and Sammy had set up their small tents in the back. The five women finally gathered in the middle of their camp, dusty and tired. They collapsed on the camping chairs that had been scattered around. Sarah addressed them all. "Ladies, that was awesome. I say we have a bite to eat, get nice and hydrated, and then we hit the Playa!" They all cheered. "But first," Sarah continued, "we all need to change. You're at Burning Man, bitches, time to look like we belong!" She smiled broadly at the seated women around her. They were all covered in dust, wearing simple shorts and T-shirts, hair heavy with sweat and grime. They were not close friends yet, but she had high hopes for this trip. They were co-workers, and this year had been Hell. It was Carol who had brought up the idea of the trip as a way to decompress. Sarah was going to go anyway, and as she had told them all stories from her trip last year, they had been excited to come. This was going to be cool, she hoped. They ranged in age, from Sammy barely in her twenties, to Anne in her forties. They were all single, pretty, fit, bored, horny, tense, heartbroken, sad, burned out at the job, burned by the dating life, hopeful, dreaming of love, all the feelings that five women could share between them. This was going to be an adventure, the adventure to shake the cobwebs and maybe light that fire up again. So far her girls, as Sarah had started calling them in her head, had done great and set up the camp with no complaint, with good cheer even. Anne and Sarah shared the RV, each taking a bunk in the back. They stripped off their dusty work clothes and threw on more colorful clothing. Sarah noticed from the corner of her eye that Anne had stripped to her bra and panties before putting on colorful shorts and loose shirt. Anne was a tall blonde, her body in good shape even if her heavy breasts were not as perky as they might have been in the past, and her tummy not quite as flat. But she had a pretty face, kind, and the crow's feet nesting at the corner of her eyes gave her a wise look. Sarah stripped naked, tossing the dusty and sweaty underpants to the side. She slipped on a pair of pink booty shorts, tight and comfy. She slipped a tight T shirt over her head, plopped a hat on her head and considered herself ready. She was in her early thirties, tight-bodied with small perky breasts, her black hair cut short in a edgy version of a bob. A smile was always on the edge of her full lips. She headed back out of the RV to corral the rest of the girls. It was time to go explore! The rest of the afternoon was spent riding around on their bicycles, exploring the campgrounds and the open spaces where the massive artworks were on display. Sarah continued in her unofficial role as a tour guide as the rest of the girls gazed in awe at the art, the space and the people. The horse-shoe shaped campground enclosed the Playa, a mile wide circle of flat desert where large sculptures were on display. The Man, a three stories tall wooden structure in the middle of it served as the reference point for the whole thing. But the people...that was the real exhibition. People came dressed in all manners of costumes, clothing, or nothing at all. Everything was colorful, sexy, playful, sometimes downright silly. Incredible hand-made costumes mingled with thrift store finds, creating a rainbow of happy, beautiful people. And music. Everywhere music was blaring out of speakers from dance camps, from art cars gliding by, from live bands throwing impromptu concerts in some large domed structure. The girls were in awe, and giggling like schoolgirls. The next two days passed quickly as the girls went out, sometime as a group and sometimes alone, exploring the vast space. Dinner time was when everyone regrouped to share a meal and talk about their day. By now they had all gotten into the groove and where all wearing skimpier and more outlandish outfits. There was always great excitement about the coming night since that was the cue for a change of clothing, another chance to play dress-up. They were clearing out the dishes when Carol spoke up. "So.." She said hesitantly, "Sammy and I were wondering if you guys would be comfortable with us being topless." "We don't want to make anyone uncomfortable", piped in Sammy. Carol and Sammy were sitting at the table looking at the other women. They were both in their late twenties, Carol a usually preppy-looking brunette, petite and slim. Sammy had long and curly dark blond hair, currently pulled back in a pony tail that fell to her lower back. She was curvy, blessed with full breasts and wide hips that gave her an hourglass figure. "Yeah", said Sarah, "why would we care?" "I dunno", replied Carol, "some people find it offensive I guess." "Fuck that!" Cried Susan, "we're at motherfuckin' Burning Man! Have you seen what's out there? I don't think people are going to notice a pair of naked titties." Susan gave an exaggerated swing of her hips to make her point, snapping her fingers. She smiled broadly, her curly black hair falling over her shoulders. She was in her early thirties, of average height and build, cute more than pretty, but her outsized personality and shit-eating grin always made her shine. "We were talking about you guys", said Carol. "Oh dear God", said Sarah, "tonight is the night. Tonight is the night we are getting fucked up, we are getting ugly, there is going to be vomit, and tears, and we are never going to be ashamed of being ourselves in front of each other. Deal? If you want to walk around naked, go for it. This is a no-judgement, no-shame zone." "I am not throwing up", said Anne, "that's one bad habit I kicked a long time ago." "How about tears?" Said Susan,"can we have tears?" "You make me cry every day," replied Anne. Everyone laughed. "I...", said Carol dramatically, "have a gift. For everyone. Hold on." She ran back to her tent. She promptly came back, unrolling a ziplock bag filled with what looked like aspirins. "I have an ungodly amount of Molly, and maybe this is the night we should all take some." "What's Molly?" Asked Anne. "Ecstasy, darling." Said Sarah. Carol broke the little pills in half and started passing them around. "We can start with half doses and see how everyone does," she said. "I haven't done drugs since college", said Anne, eying the little pill suspiciously. "Is this going to fuck me up?" "You will love it" said Carol, "mild, smooth, it'll just make you feel great." The women all took their pill at the same time, giggling. "I don't feel anything" said Anne. "It takes a while to kick in", said Sarah, "how about we change and meet here in ten minutes?" Twenty minutes later the women were gathered back in the dining area in the middle of their little camp. The sun had set and the temperature had dropped, so they were wearing more layers now, colorful tights and yoga pants, vests and shirts under long coats. Sarah was passing around glow sticks for the girls to tie to their coats. Susan was sitting in a folding chair, hugging herself. Sarah approached her. "You okay?" She asked. Susan looked up, a broad smile on her face. "Oh yeah", she said as she ran her fingers across the fake fur of her coat. Well I guess the drugs are kicking in, thought Sarah. The world did seem a little brighter than usual... "Okay my beautiful bitches", said Sarah, "I'm guessing we are all feeling goooood. We're going to hit the Playa, we're gonna dance, we're gonna have fun...but First!" She exclaimed, taking a dramatic pause, "I want to hear a secret. We're sisters now, I wan to know you. I love you all already, but I want to love the real you, not the bullshit you from work." Everybody awed and oohed. Sarah felt a wave of love and appreciation wash over her. That Molly was really kicking in. "I'll start", she said, " I...sometimes eat way too much over the weekend, and I spend the next three days obsessing about my diet, and that's why I'm bitchy sometimes, because actually I'm really hungry." Carol stood up and gave Sarah a hug. "You're not bitchy.." "I can spend all weekend not talking to anyone, and I'm happy with that," piped up Sammy. "Oh for fuck's sake!" Exclaimed Susan, "who the fuck cares?I thought we were sharing secrets, not recipes for sad cakes. You said no judgement, right, no shame? So okay, here's something shameful no one knows about me, I'm the kind of girl that will blow a guy on a first date because, A, it's a quick way to really know someone, and B, I really like the feel of a dick in my mouth." The little camp erupted in hoots and hollers. "I love to tease guys by showing off a bit of skin", said Sammy. "I love it when a guy pulls on my hair when he's riding me from behind," said Carol. There was a chorus of "ooh, yeah" and hoots of laughter. "You guys are so full of shit," said Anne. A silence fell. "You say you want secrets? How about telling a secret you keep even from yourself? The stuff you won't even admit to yourself. No judgement, no shame." As she continued to speak, Anne's voice cracked a bit, as if deep emotions had been stirred in her that were now slowly rising to the surface, threatening to break her composure. "My marriage ended because I was bored, and I was scared that I would never feel again the way I felt when I was younger. That last year before the divorce I was looking at every man in the street and wanting so bad to fuck all of them. I wanted to feel that hunger again, you know, when your body is on fire from wanting to touch and feel and be touched. And I'm still terrified I'm never going to feel that way ever again. If I could I would walk up to every man I saw and just..touch him. And have him touch me." A silence settled over the gathered women. "If I could I would be naked all the time. I want to watch men jerk off as they look at my naked body, " said Sammy, almost shyly. "When I was in college...when I was in college I was at a frat party. I ended up in one of the guys room upstairs, and he and his frat brothers took turns fucking me. It only happened once, but that night I must have been fucked by like, five guys. I was covered in cum. The next day I pretended that I had been drunk, that I didn't remember what had happened. I didn't want them to think I was a slut. But that memory stayed with me..it's still the hottest thing that has ever happened to me," said Carol. All eyes turned to Sarah. Damn, she thought. The drug, the situation, something had opened these women up. Now it was Sarah's turn, and she was terrified to open her mouth. She didn't know I she could stop herself from babbling the truth. She heard herself start to talk. "I'm really sexual. I exercise a lot to burn off the energy, because otherwise I'd.., I dunno, bring a different guy home every night. But I don't want to get a reputation. So I just exercise and masturbate. A lot. And I'm bi. But I haven't been with a girl in ages. But I like how sex feels, how my body feels, I like to play with it. I've put a lot of things in my pussy. And ass. I just like, it's like, my body is this great instrument, and I like to play with it. But I always think I'm weird, some kind of freak for feeling this way, that I shouldn't be so obsessed with something so dirty." They all sat in the silent darkness. "I read this book," said Susan, finally breaking the silence."It was about sex in the past, like sex history or something. About how we evolved to have lots of different partners, like, in the same day. Something about the head of the dick is shaped to suck the other guy's sperm out of the vagina or something. Anyway, in the book they talked about the Bonobos. They're like cousins to the Chimps, you know, monkeys." "Apes," corrected Anne. "Yeah, anyway, these Bonobos are our cousins, in terms of evolution. And they solve their problems with sex. Like any conflict. And like the female bonobos are the leaders, and they're constantly rubbing each other's pussy, or sucking off the other males. And the males are super chill because they get steady sex. It's like, when sex is easy, the males relax and everyone is happy, but the sex is easy because the females are doing it. Its not the males fucking the females. Its the females going out there and fucking everyone. And I was thinking about this when you were all talking. We are Bonobos. Society teaches us to be like, all prudish and everything, but we are made to fuck. Like, all the time. A woman can take on five guys, but one guy can't satisfy five women. We're the sexual engine, not the guys." "So..?" Said Sammy. "I dunno. No judgement, no shame. Isn't that what you guys just described? Susan wants a dick in her mouth, Anne wants to touch everyone, Sarah's like, a sex freak, and I mean that in a good way. What if we really lived by that, just for the next few days? What happens if there's really no judgment, or shame, and we actually do what we want to do? What if we were more like the Bonobos?" Said Susan. "We can call our camp that. The Bonobo Girls," said Sarah. "The Bonobo Girls. I like that!" Said Carol. The Bonobo Girls Pt. 02 Friends start to push their limits at Burning Man. The rest of the evening was strangely subdued. They still went out as group, moving from dance camps to tiny home-made bars to chill lounges. The larger dance camps could be huge, hundreds of dancers under a dome bouncing in front of a stage where a professional DJ is throwing beats. Others were tiny; sometimes literally some guy with a computer on a folding table, hooked up to a couple speakers, while three people bopped their heads in time with the tunes. The Bonobo Girls enjoyed themselves, but it was as if they were all distracted that evening. They would often huddle in twos and threes, talking in low voices. Lots of hugging, and some giggling. They each went to bed alone that night. The morning found Anne and Sarah biking together towards Center Camp. Center Camp was the huge communal tent at the center of the campground, and the only place where you could buy coffee. Sarah had thrown on a black bikini top and slipped on a pair of shorts. Anne had a tank top on, and a pair of loose and poofy pants. This was morning, pre-coffee. Whatever clothing was on hand was the guiding principle. Sara had pulled back her blonde hair in a loose ponytail and thrown on a sun hat. But no bra, Sarah noticed. They were standing in the short line for coffee when Sarah finally brought up the topic of the other night's discussion. "So, have you thought much about it?" she asked. Anne, of course, knew what she was talking about. "You know, it was fantastic to say these things out loud. But, what does it mean? What am I supposed to do? I can't go around groping guys, it's not what I want anyway." "What do you want?" asked Sarah. "I don't know. Some kind of connection. Yeah, a touch, physical contact. But not just that. But I also don't want to have to spend an afternoon talking to some guy. The whole point is that it's different from what we did before. I've been on dates. It sucked then, and I don't want to do that now. So maybe we should just forget it?" Replied Anne. Sarah was silent for a while. A part of her agreed with Anne, agreed that it was hopeless to think they could be as free as they had described. Free of shame and judgement. But another part of her was screaming silently, screaming that if they could not be free at Burning Man then what chance of being free, ever. The thought of coming home to her apartment, never having even tried to loosen the shackles that held her back, that thought squeezed her heart like a fist, stealing her breath. They moved in the line, ordered their coffees and walked towards a clump of dusty couches that had been set up nearby. "Or...", said Sarah, taking a sip of her coffee,"we apply our new principles to everyone. What if you were totally honest with a guy. If you told him exactly what you wanted. He can say no, or you can say no if he acts like a douche." Anne looked unconvinced, but nervous. Sarah knew a storm of thoughts and emotions were swirling in Anne's head. Sarah looked around, taking in the thin crowd that wandered around Center Camp. Her eyes fell on something. "Come on," said Sarah, getting up and offering her hand to help Anne up. She led Anne towards a deeper corner, to a set of padded benches that had been set up close to the edge of the tent, where the fabric met the ground. It was not a private space, but it was away from the main flow of people. Seated on a bench was her target. A young man was seated there, in his late twenties, handsome in a hippy way, with a mass of dark curls pulled back in a short ponytail, dressed only in loose-fitting tie-dye pants. She made Anne sit on one side of him as she sat on the other. "Hello," she said, smiling brightly. "My friend has something to ask you." Anne laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief. But she looked up and found the young man's eyes. Sarah saw a new resolve build in Anne. "If you don't mind, I would like to touch you. Just to feel your face, maybe your chest. Just that, " said Anne. The young man smiled. "Sure." Anne reached out with her right hand and brushed his cheek with the tip of her fingers. She traced the line of his jaw, curling around his ear. "Should I do anything?" He asked. "No," replied Anne softly. "do you mind?" "No. It's kind of relaxing. A little weird too, but it's cool," he replied. Sarah watched, sipping her coffee. Anne followed the curve of his neck down his shoulder, then running her hand down his arm, lingering on the swell of muscles. She took his hand in hers, feeling the strong sinews that moved beneath the skin. She brought his hand to her face, gently placing it on her cheek. "You can touch me too if you want," she said. The young man squared up to Anne on the bench. They both were gliding their fingertips over each other's arms and shoulders, staring in each other's eyes. Their other hand rested on each other's knee. Anne's fingers traced a a long arc across his chest, tripping across his ribs, following the fold of his waist before resting on his sternum. After a hesitation, he did the same, though his fingers by necessity traced the underside of her heavy breasts on their way down. He too rested his hand on her sternum, his hand nestled between the warm cushions of her bosom. Anne was starting to breath heavy, her eyes still locked on his. She could feel her nipples tighten, pushing against the fabric of her tank top. Her hand drifted to the side, her little finger brushing against his small nipple. He mirrored her, his hand dropping to the side to cup her breast, his fingers bumping against her hard and thick nipple. He couldn't resist a quick look down, taking in the deep cleavage her shirt revealed, and the hard nipples pushing against the fabric of her shirt. His hand gently hefted the weight of her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple again. Anne moaned. "Stop," she murmured. "Sorry," he said quickly. "No, it's good. I want to focus, you're too distracting," she said with a grin. She took his hand and placed it on her other knee, giving it a squeeze to make sure it stayed in place. "Is this still okay? Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked him. He gave a short laugh. "Yes, I am enjoying myself." Anne looked down at the tent that had formed in his pants. She smiled. She brought both hands to his chest, her arms between his. She felt his breath under her palms. She started to slowly drag her fingertips down, across his chest and belly. Her eyes were locked on his, watching as a nervous hunger swept over his face, his lips curling a bit, his eyelids fluttering. Her hands rested on his hip bones. She could feel the edge of his pants under her hands. She looked down, her eyes drawn to the distended fabric that hid his erection. She saw the knot that tied his pants closed. With nimble fingers, she pulled the strings, undoing the knot. "There's people around," he said faintly, his breath short. "It's okay," said Sarah as she moved to crouch next to them, her back to the crowd, giving them a tiny amount of privacy. Her eyes were fixed on Anne's fingers. Anne pulled the pants slightly away from his belly. With one hand she fished his hard cock out, enjoying the softness of the skin as it moved over the hardness of his shaft. She touched him, not to please him but to explore the textures of his erection, to trace the features of his desire. Her eyes were still locked on his, watching the changes in his expression. She gripped his shaft. He had a decent sized cock, nothing enormous, but nothing to be ashamed off. She started to gently move her hand up and down, stroking the smooth head, spreading the bubble of pre-cum that had emerged from the tip. "Do you want to cum?" Anne asked the young man. "Yes," He panted. "What do you like? Do you want me to go faster?" she asked. "Yeah..I, I might need lube..." he stuttered in reply. Anne barely hesitated. She folded down and took his cock in her mouth. He moaned as the sudden wet warmth engulfed the tip of his cock. Anne echoed his moan, a shiver of pleasure rising in her pussy. Anne swirled her tongue around it, bringing out as much saliva as she could. She stood right back up as if nothing had happened, her hand still on his cock. She could still feel the heat of it on her tongue though, and to have it here, with all these people around, the imprint of a cock whose owner she did not even know the name...She resisted the urge to move forward and mount him right there. Instead she increased the pace of her stroke, using the new slickness on his cock to slide her hand from tip to base. The young man tried to move his hand off her knee, to reach for her sex, but she stopped him. "Don't move," she quickly ordered. His hand froze, settled back on her knee. His eyes grew wide, his breath shorter. "Are you going to cum?" she asked, still staring into his eyes. "Yes." "Soon?" "Yes." "Where do you wan to cum?" The young man hesitated. "Tell me, where do you want to cum?" Anne insisted. "Your tits," he finally answered. Anne pulled away her hands and in a split second had pulled her tank top over her head, tossing it aside for Sarah to catch. She immediately went back to the hard cock in front of her, her hand pumping up and down even faster. The young man broke her gaze to stare down. Anne's heavy breasts swayed as her arm moved, her thick brown nipples tracing circles in the hot air between them. Sarah couldn't help but stare as well. They might not be as perky as they once were, but Anne still had an amazing pair of breasts, round and full and heavy, her nipples dark and thick. The young man gasped. Shuddered. A jet of cum erupted from his cock, arcing up to splash against Anne's bare breasts. She held his cock aimed at her tits as a second, then a third stream of cum covered her. Both Anne and Sarah were transfixed by the sight of the spasming cock, delighted smiles on their faces, as if the young man had just performed a magic trick. The young man stopped spasming and a silence settled. The sounds of Center Camp flooded back to the awareness of the trio, suddenly aware of how public their experience had been. But no one was watching, no one seemed to have seen anything. Anne leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the young man's lips. "Thank you," she said. "Jesus, thank you! That was the hottest thing ever," he stammered. "I'm glad you had fun. Thank you for letting me play," said Anne. Anne turned to the still crouching Sarah. "Shall we?" Sarah stood up as Anne got up from the bench and turned away from the young man. Sarah held up Anne's tank top, which she had been holding in her hand. "Do you want this or are you going to go back like that?" Asked Sarah. Anne looked down at her bare breasts, where ropes of jism arched between the globes of her tits. "I'm good," she finally said, and walked away. Sarah waved at the young man who was still sitting on the bench, his softening cock still outside of his pants, a content but confused look on his face. "I love Burning Man!" he giggled to himself. Sarah caught up with Anne, who was walking confidently through the crowd, ignoring the occasional double takes from people as they stared at her stained and naked breasts. They made it outside and found their bikes among the hundreds of other. Anne mounted hers and paused, her head low. Her body started to shake. For a second Sarah thought she might be crying, but she noticed the wave-like motion of Anne's hips. She was rubbing her clit against the bicycle seat, making herself cum, finally releasing the sexual tension that had been building up ever since they met the young man. Sarah had to admit that her own pussy was moist, wet even. She unconsciously rocked her hips to put pressure on her clit, but stopped herself. She was enjoying the torture. Anne let out a deep sigh. "Feel better?" Asked Sarah. Anne laughed. "Yeah." She grinned. "You're a terrible influence on me," continued Anne. "Thank you." "So, is that a yes for the Bonobo Girls?" Asked Sarah. "Hell yeah. This place is not ready for what's coming," she said dramatically. "Hopefully, that would be us, doing the cumming," replied Sarah. Anne whooped. The two women biked back to their camp, sipping their coffee as they leisurely made their way through the campground. Anne delighted in the feeling of freedom she felt as she biked topless down the dusty roads. Her clit throbbed whenever a stream of cum oozed down her breasts and onto her belly. "What a mess", she thought, "what a delicious mess." They made it back to camp just in time to find Sammy and Carol walking back in. They looked disheveled, each sporting a big grin. "What have you been up to?" asked Sarah. "We went to the porte-potties and on the way back we saw that we're near the Orgy Dome. Did you know about that place?" Asked Carol. "It's a dome, where they have orgies! Only couples are allowed, so we talked to these two guys who were hanging around and convinced them to pretend to be our dates so we could get in. " "You guys had an orgy?!" said Anne. "Yeah, it was awesome," answered Sammy. "Apparently it was really mellow because it's the morning so not many people were there, but we still fucked, like, three dudes each. It was awesome!" "What did you do?" asked Carol." Is that cum on your tits?" "We got coffee," answered Anne, "and I want to hear about this Orgy Dome. Give me details." The four women settled in the kitchen area to hear Carol and Sammy's tale of their adventure in the Orgy Dome. Susan, meanwhile, was just now waking up. She emerged from her tent just in time to hear Carol's first words. "So, of course first we started blowing our fake dates to thank them for getting us into the Orgy Dome." "What the fuck?!" exclaimed Susan. "It's not even ten o'clock!" Carol continued her story, ignoring Susan... The Bonobo Girls Pt. 03 There's and Orgy Dome at Burning Man? Carol had woken Sammy up by kicking her tent. She didn't want to go pee by herself, and Sammy's tent was conveniently placed within kicking distance. Sammy, squinting in the harsh morning light, crawled out of her tent and grumbled something about having to pee too. So off they went. Carol had wrapped a large sarong around herself, tying it behind her neck so that it fell around her like a loose dress. Her brown hair was piled on top of her head in a loose bun, strands of it falling across her face. Plastic flip-flops smacked happily against her heels as she walked to the porte-potty. Having just emerged out of her tent, Sammy slipped on her furry boots, tied her curly blond hair in a loose ponytail, and headed out. The boots and the elastic in her hair were her only bit of clothing. Carol grinned at the curvy naked Sammy walking besides her. "Good for you. I don't think I would have the guts," she told her, smiling. "Give it a day. It feels fan-tas-tic!" said Sammy, stretching her arms up to get rid of the morning muscle aches. Her breasts moved up with her arms, becoming perfect large round globes tipped with pale pink nipples. A young man on a bicycle was passing by, caught sight of the naked Sammy and those perfect breasts, and nearly fell into a tent. He wobbled away, looking over his shoulder at her retreating ass, which happened to be just as round and perfect as her breasts. The trip to the porte-potty was fairly short and pleasant. The air was still cool from the night, though the sun was bright and shining in the blue sky. They were walking along one of the broad and curving streets that had been set-up by the organizers of the festival. Tents, cars, RVs, and colorful home-made shade structures lined the street. Many campers had set themselves up with a gleeful desire to make their desert environment as vibrant as possible, planting pink flamingos, draping flags and colorful fabrics across poles and guide-lines, or even setting up entire living rooms, complete with couches and table lamps. Carol and Sammy took it all in, laughing at the ridiculous decorations, waving to the few people who were awake. Their full bladders forced them to refuse an offer of pancakes. Sammy, of course, was in heaven. At first she had been pleasantly nervous, her nipples tight as she stepped onto the street to start her walk. But she quickly relaxed, and was now completely comfortable in her naked state. Though every time she felt someone's eyes trace the curves of her body, or fall into the Y of her hips that led to her shaved little pussy, an electrical tingle shot through her body. She felt herself becoming moist. She wanted that feeling to continue forever, and decided there and then not to wear clothing for the rest of her trip. Carol just watched and chuckled as every man they passed tried to unhinge his head in order watch her go by. But no one whistled or made comments. They just received smiles, from men and women alike. And then they reached one of the line of porte-potties that was scattered throughout the campground. That was less pleasant, but the morning pee was a ritual that could not be ignored. Feeling lighter and relaxed, they headed back to their camp. Walking in the opposite direction revealed new sights they had not noticed before, because somehow that's how Burning Man works. At the street corner, they noticed a large red dome, with a scattering of other smaller domes and tents attached to it. A large sign was attached over the entrance, and in big letters were the words "Orgy Dome." They both stopped and stared. "You're kidding," said Carol. A big rectangular tent, a carport really, was set-up in front of the dome itself. It seemed to serve as the antechamber, with bags and piles of clothes scattered around underneath it. People were obviously inside. Carol stared wide-eyed at it. A slight tremor ran though her body. "Wanna try it?" Asked Sammy. Carol turned to her, her eyes wide with an excitement that almost scared her. "Really?" She breathed. "When the fuck are we going to have a chance to do something like this again?" exclaimed Sammy. Carol stopped two young men who were walking by. They had noticed Sammy, and gladly stopped to talk. "Do you guys know what that is?" asked Carol. "That's the Orgy Dome," replied one of the guys, a skinny blond dressed only in a pair of shorts, his bronzed body hinting at a life spent on a beach or a surf board. "Do you need tickets of anything? I mean, is it really, like..." stammered Carol. "A dome where they have orgies? yeah. It's couples-only though. Otherwise I think you can just go in" he replied. "Have you guys ever been in it? Is it cool?" Asked Sammy. "No, we don't have girlfriends...why, are you interested?" asked the other guy, who sported a fizzy brown afro, and happened to be wearing a pink bathrobe. "Yeah..." said Carol, almost under her breath. "Like..now?" Asked the brown hair guy. "You guys up for it?" asked Sammy. The two guys exchanged a quick glance before looking at Carol and Sammy again. Sammy was glorious, curvy in the right way, her body full but still firm with the energy of youth. Carol, despite the sarong that covered her body, was obviously pretty and in shape, and the perky breasts that pushed against the thin fabric promised to be delightful. The young blond guy became suddenly very agitated. "Okay, you guys have to stay right here, just, give me two minutes! One minute! I'll be right back!" He took off running for the porte-potties. "He really had to pee, hu," said Carol. "Yeah," replied the brown haired, pink bathrobe wearing young man. He was darker than his friend, brown instead of tan, his features fuller, almost Middle Eastern. "Do you have to pee?" asked Sammy. "Yeah, but I can wait," he replied, tense. "That's going to be uncomfortable once we're in there. You sure you don't want to go?" asked Carol, pointing at the nearby Porte-potties. A wave of dread flooded the young man. "Are you guys punking us? Are you going to leave if I go?" He asked, nervously. "We'll be right here, I promise, " said Carol. The young man started moving towards the porte-potty. "Promise?" he asked, slightly panicky. Sammy pushed her breasts together and pouted. "Just hurry," she said. He took off like a shot. His friend was already running back, pulling up his shorts. They high-fived as they crossed path. "Are you sure?" Carol asked Sammy, before the blond dude was within earshot. "Hell yeah. And if we don't like it, we just walk away. But we stick together, right?" replied Sammy. "Absolutely. You promise you're not going to think less of me or something? If we do stuff in there? What if I act like a huge slut?" asked Carol nervously. Sammy chuckled. "No judgement, no shame. Make me proud, " she replied. Getting in was easy. They simply dropped their shoes in a pile, and after a brief lecture about hygiene and consent by a smiling attendant, they were let in. It was rather surreal, since all the while the attendant was casually sipping his coffee and telling them about the towels, Carol's mind was grabbing her by the ovaries and shouting "YOU ARE ABOUT TO HAVE AN ORGY!" The inside of the tent was warm already, the air tinted red by the overhead fabric. The floor was a jumble of carpets on top of which pillows and a few low couches were scattered. There was no sound, apart for the heavy breathing and gentle moaning of a naked woman who was sitting on the couch, legs spread, while a man was gently nibbling at her clit. Two other naked couples were lounging on the couches, watching, lazily touching each other. It was both intensely erotic and completely relaxed. They turned to look at the new arrivals before retuning their gaze to the moaning woman. One of the men kept his eyes fixed on Sammy, which immediately turned her on. She was no longer nude on the street, she was naked in front of a stranger. "Wow.." said the blond dude, under his breath, as he took in the scene. Carol felt oddly and immediately comfortable. This was home, this was the place where no one was going to judge her for what she was about to do. She felt centered and calm, sure of her next actions, sure of her desires. After a quick exchange of glances with Sammy, Carol took their dates by the hand, leading them towards the center of the dome. She turned to face them, draping her arms around their shoulders. She kissed the blond on the mouth, then the other young man. She returned to the blond, kissing him more deeply now, her tongue pushing his mouth open. Their hands started to roam across her body, pushing the sarong open, revealing long slivers of naked flesh. Carol went from one to the other, kissing them, pressing her body against them. Finally she dropped to her knees. Carol pulled down the shorts of the young blond man, and pushed off the ridiculous pink bathrobe off the other. She found two hard cocks bobbing in front of her face. Carol licked her lips before tentatively touching them, taking a cock in each hand. Sammy sat a few feet away, watching. She opened her legs, making sure the other man was still watching her, making sure he had a clear line of sight to her pussy. She let her fingers flutter across the lips of her pussy. One of the guys put his hand on Carol's head, pulling her towards his cock. She ducked under the hand, refusing the pressure. Instead she took long licks, from balls to tip, of each of the cocks, tasting them as if they were ice cream cones. She started a slow stroking of the two cocks, her eyes fixed on the pink shafts in front of her face, her hand moving smoothly up and down, cupping the sensitive tips. Sammy had locked eyes with the man across the dome, who was watching her while idly stroking the belly of his female companion. He was lying on his side, propped up on his elbow, her lying on her back, head resting on her folded arm. Sammy could see his flaccid cock begin to thicken. His eyes were locked on her pussy. She pulled the lips of her sex apart, exposing the darker pink folds within it. Her finger tip grazed her clit, sending a shudder through her. The young men were stroking Carol's shoulders, her back. One untied the sarong and it fell to the ground, revealing her body. She was petite, her body toned, her breasts high and round, tipped with brown little nipples. Her skin was tanned and smooth, apart from the triangles of pale untanned flesh that framed her breasts and pubis, evidence of her tanning habit, highlighting the small dark fan of fur that crowned the slit of her pussy. The young blond man reached down and started to play with her breast. Carol looked up at the two of them. "I want you to fuck me," she said softly. She laid back, right there in the middle of the dome, and spread her legs open. Her pussy blossomed open, revealing the wetness that oozed already from her depth. The brown-haired guy ran towards a basket of condoms that had been thoughtfully left by the attendant. He tossed one to his blond friend. Within seconds he was on his knees, properly sheathed, and placing the purple head of his cock at the entrance of Carol's wet pussy. She reached out to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and pulled him in. They both cried out with pleasure. He got the hint and started pumping in and out of her. Carol relaxed, letting her arms and legs drop. She looked at the other young man, reaching out to him. He approached, and she guided his hips to her face, his cock to her mouth. He groaned as her lips closed over the tip of his cock, her moans muffled by his cock as it slid deeper into her mouth. With one hand on his skinny ass, she pushed his cock into her mouth, sucking it hungrily. Sammy had been distracted by that, and had momentarily forgotten her audience. It was incredibly hot to watch Carol, a friend, someone she had worked with for a few years now, so hungrily devour those cocks. She was not the only one who was distracted. Everyone in the dome was watching Carol and her two studs. Even the woman who had been so pleasantly serviced was now cuddling with her man, watching. One of the couple on the side moved. The woman, a tall and skinny brunette, crawled over to Carol. She laid on her stomach and took one of Carol's nipples in her mouth. Carol arched her back, shuddering at the new sensation. The woman started licking and sucking that little nipple, drawing it out with her teeth and lips, which made Carol squirm even more. The brunette's partner moved forward, sitting on her legs. He was stroking and impressive cock back to full rigidity, watching Carol with that cock in her mouth, the other in her pussy. He tilted his hips and slid his hard cock in his partner's pussy, from behind. She moaned, moving her hips in response. They started a slow rhythm as she continued to suck on Carol's nipple. Sammy watched, legs wide open, her fingers flying over her clit, now completely caught up in the scene unfolding in front of her. Her large breasts heaved as her breath quickened. The other coupe had shifted. It was obvious that he had slipped his cock into his partner's pussy, fucking her slowly from behind, watching hungrily over her shoulder as Carol and Sammy continued their show. The woman on the couch crawled over to Sammy. "Can I?" she asked softly. Before she could fully understand the question, Sammy nodded yes. The woman crawled closer and dipped her head between Sammy's thighs. Her soft lips replaced Sammy's fingers on her clit. A warm tongue parted the slick lips of her pussy, making Sammy cry out. It was the first time a woman's tongue had been on her pussy. The moment, the feeling , the public nature of it all almost made her cum. The woman pushed deeper into her, pushing Sammy's legs wider open, digging her tongue deeper into Sammy's small and bald pink pussy. The woman's partner approached. He lifted her hips up, placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy and started to push, hard, fucking her. Ass up and face down, the woman was pushed into Sammy's pussy with every thrust. Sammy could only lay back and enjoy as wave after wave of pleasure shot from her clit across her body. Sammy grabbed one of her own breasts and started tugging at her nipple. An orgasm was building, quickly, and it was going to be huge. The dome was silent except for the wet sounds of flesh on flesh and ragged breathing. The blond dude pumping away in Carol grunted, hunched over her, and came. He staggered back, pulling out of her with a wet plop. Carol moaned in disappointment. She immediately pushed the cock out of her mouth and pulled it towards her pussy, forcing the young man attached to it to scamper over her and place himself between her legs. He unrolled a condom and pushed in, his thin cock swallowed by the plump lips of her sex. Carol moaned in pleasure. She kept her eyes screwed shut, focussed on her pleasure. She tugged at the head resting on her chest, pulling the woman up to her face, kissing her hungrily. They two women kissed and licked at each other's tongue, Carol holding on to the woman's face with both hands. The young man between her legs held on to her splayed knees, pushing them back, pushing deeper in to her pussy with each thrust. Carol moaned into the woman's mouth. He pushed harder, faster. He wasn't going to last much longer. The woman's partner was barely moving, just slowly sliding his cock in her pussy, keeping hard. The young man between Carol's legs grunted and finished. He pulled back, dropping Carol's knees. Carol started to move her hips, her opened pussy like a hungry mouth looking for more food. Her thighs were streaked with lines of moist dust, her pussy opened, red and dripping wet. That was the sign for the other man to move. He pulled out of his partner and stepped between Carol's legs. He knelt, pulling her hips to him. HIs partner stopped kissing Carol to turn her head and watch as he rolled a condom on his large cock. He placed the tip of it against Carol's pussy. She gasped. He pushed a bit, the thick head of his cock popping inside of her. His dick was thick, spreading her apart. His partner snaked a hand across Carol's belly, through her little patch of pubic hair and onto her pussy. She started to rub Carol's clit. He pushed. The whole length of his cock was swallowed by Carol's sex, her pussy lips distending around it. Carol cried out. "Oh, fuuuuck.." The man started to push back and forth, a deep long rhythm that he could easily sustain, a plowing that sent Carol in another world. Her back arched, her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she started emitting a low continuous moan. Sammy was not watching anymore. She had grabbed hold of the woman's head and pulled it deeper onto her pussy. Sammy was shaking uncontrollably, orgasm after orgasm shooting from her pussy to her head, to her feet, and everything in between. The rest of the world had stopped existing as her body glowed and pulsed with pleasure. The woman's partner was hanging on to her hips, pounding his cock into her from behind. A final burst of pleasure shook Sammy, her clit now on fire, over-sensitive. Sammy had to finally pull the woman off of her pussy, kissing her, tasting her own pussy juices on the woman's tongue. They held each other as Sammy caught her breath. The woman collapsed on top of her, her man still pounding her from behind. Sammy held her in her arms, feeling her body shake with every thrust. Finally an orgasm racked the woman's body as her man clutched her hips, spasmed, came deep inside of her before collapsing to the side. The three became a sweaty entangled mass of arms and legs, their breath ragged and heavy. They played there for a few moments, calming down. Sammy turned her head to watch what Carol was up to, Carol was digging her fingernails into the man's chest as he pounded her pussy with his large cock. The woman's hand was flying across Carol's clit as she whispered words of encouragements to her. But Carol didn't need any encouragements. Her head was thrown back and her mouth wide open, almost as open as her legs. She had wrapped them around the man's waist, pulling him deeper inside of her, fucking herself with his large cock. Suddenly she shook and flayed around as if hit by an electric shock, convulsing over and over again. The guy pulled out, whipping the condom off his cock. He placed his cock against the outside of the wet lips of Carol's pussy, the shaft sliding back and forth on her clit. Carol gasped. The woman moved down from Carol's nipple to take her man's cock in her mouth. He thrusts once, twice, before sending jets of cum down her throat. Carol curled into a ball, pulling herself off that cock that had so thoroughly speared her, that was now pressed against her clit. She fell in a fetal position on her side, trembling. The two young men they had walked in with were sitting on the couch, still naked, watching Carol recover. They looked both aroused and shocked, hesitant but hungry for more. Sammy giggled. She got up slowly, extricating herself from the pile of happy sweaty people she was under. She crossed over to Carol to stroke her back. Carol was breathing deep, but seemed utterly relaxed. Sammy continued over to the two guys on the couch, finally standing in front of them. She leaned over and, first one, then the other, held their head in her hands and kissed them on the lips, slow and deep. She made sure her breasts brushed against their chests as she did so. "Thank you," she said. "We need to go back to our friends now." "Where are you guys camping?" asked the brown hair lad. Sammy hesitated. "This was a lot of fun, so let's keep it as a great memory, okay?" she said. "Who knows, maybe we'll run into each other again." "Fuck yeah," blurted the blond. Sammy stood in front of them for a second, a small grin on her lips. She ran her hands over her curves, pushing her tits together, pulling at her nipples. She placed a foot on the couch, on the side of the seated young dudes, exposing her pink pussy fully. Her hands drifted down, her fingers pulling her sex open, playing in the wet folds. "Just remember this next time you jerk off.." she said, her voice low. And with that she turned away, leaving the two young men with raging erections. She helped Carol to her feet, grabbed the crumpled sarong, and waved goodbye to everyone. The sun was a shock after the subdued red light inside the dome. The walk back was not a walk of shame, hardly. Sammy had a big grin on her face, her body tingling. Part of her wanted to fuck those boys, but another part felt more powerful now. Her sexual pleasure was hers, not something she had to share. The looks she got as she walked back to the camp, still naked, streaks of wet dust on her thighs, sent little electric bolts from nipples to clit. Carol...well Carol was trying to walk normally. She had tied her sarong back around her neck, more by habit than anything. She felt utterly relaxed, exhausted physically but her mind racing. She felt slightly frightened that all she could think about was going back there. She could have taken more, had wanted more. She took a deep breath to try to calm herself. There would be other occasions. And anyway her pussy was sore and needed a break. They arrived at the camp just as Anne And Sarah were bicycling back to camp. Anne was topless, her big heavy breasts swinging as she pedaled. What looked suspiciously like traces of cum were splattered across them. "What have you been up to?" Asked Sarah as she dismounted from her bike. Of the four of them she was the only one who looked fresh and clean. No trace of sperm on her. Carol launched excitedly on a retelling of their morning adventure as they walked into the shelter of their camp. Sammy thought about pancakes. It was time for breakfast and she had developed an appetite. They had all day ahead of them, plenty of time for more fun.

The Unintentional Nudist XII: "Tami Smithers Was Here", by DonnyLaja Part 38 This chapter was written by Leviticus, and let me extend my thanks to him.  Contributions to this saga are always welcome!  --donnylaja  It was green and it had a Cleveland Indians logo on the front, and it was just hanging there on a wooden post in the middle of nowhere.  Its brim looked like it had been chewed on by a dog and strange stains colored one side of it, but to the naked girl hiding in the bushes it had a very special fascination.  Tami Smithers had been walking for a while, following a dirt path through a forest, trying her best to keep going east although she felt a little lost at this point.  It was as she was walking that she spotted the hat hanging from the top of a rotted post and she immediately hid behind some bushes.  Where there were clothes, there were people, or at least that was how it seemed to Tami lately.  Several times over the last few weeks she had come across seemingly abandoned bits of clothing, only to have something happen to it before she could claim it herself.  She had grown cautious, gun shy if you will, of apparent presents from the Gods.  But she had been watching this old baseball cap for maybe an hour, or so she estimated, she hadn't worn a watch for a year either, and no one seemed to be around.  In fact, she hadn't seen a soul all day which suited her fine.  The hat was there for the taking.  The naked girl crept out of her cover and walked the last few yards along the path to her target.  She reached out and tentatively touched the brim of the hat, fearful of any booby traps.  But it was just an old, worn hat.  She picked it up and savored the feel of the material in her hands, its warmth, its texture, and she carefully looked around once more just to see if she was being observed.  Too many times in the past clothing had been dangled in front of her out of her reach, or pulled away just as she was reaching out to grasp it.  But not this time, now she had the hat in her hand and she was keeping it.  Most people would have put a hat on their head, but Tami instead held it in front of her crotch.  She imagined herself covered down there at last, prying eyes unable to see her sex, and the image was nice, but she knew she couldn't walk around holding the hat there all the time.  Out of curiosity she held it up to a bare breast, cupping it like a bra would, and she grinned at the feeling of the material against her soft skin.  That too was nice, but she would need two hats for it to be any good.  So she popped it on her head.  The hat was big for her, and wasn't adjustable, but Tami really didn't mind.  She had clothes.  True, it was an old hat that was pretty useless as far as covering her nakedness was concerned, but it was still clothing and she loved it.  Her spirits raised, she continued on down the path.  She walked for a long time, sleeping when she was tired, eating when she was hungry, and the countryside changed a little over the miles she traveled.  At one point she found the path skirting the edge of a series of ploughed fields, and there was a road on the other side of the fields she had to be careful of.  It didn't seem to be a well traveled road though, and as she walked on she saw why.  There was a large group of men in orange jump suits working the ditches, and Tami knew right away that she was looking at a chain gang.  From her perch within the trees she watched them for a moment, very scared that they might see her.  She imagined their reaction to seeing a naked girl going by, some of them probably hadn't had a woman in years! She imagined being caught by them and taken back to their prison, hidden away under a blanket perhaps, then kept for the amusement of the prisoners.  Even the guards would be in on it, not letting her go until she serviced them as well.  Tami's active imagination, fueled by too many prison flicks watched as a child, concocted horrors that got her moving again, and she snuck by without being seen.  The trouble was those images had gotten her feeling horny again, and she hated what McMasters had done to her.  There were times she felt like a slut, but she looked around for a handy stick anyway.  If she HAD stuck around though and looked a little closer, she might have noticed that the people with the "prisoners" were not guards, but a film crew shooting a commercial.  The director of this commercial was pissed because his leading lady was throwing a fit back in her trailer.  "DAMMIT!" he yelled after yet another hour was wasted.  "I swear, the next woman I see I'll just slap into costume and film instead!  Especially if she is good looking!"  His assistant snorted.  "Yeah, and where are you going to find one of those out here?"  "Too true, too true.  Come on, let's go see if they have picked out all the green M&M's from Her Majesty's bowl yet!"  Unhearing, Tami kept walking.  The path wound down into a valley and soon started following a river.  It was a fast moving river and it flowed over a rocky bed.  For several miles it had carved a deep channel and the path pretty much petered out.  But Tami decided to keep going, a little more confident now that she had her hat, and she scrambled over the rocks like a mountain goat, her lithe nude body making quite a picture.  But it was also quite windy between the steep sides of the river valley, and sure enough a gust of wind caught what was left of the brim of her hat and took it off her head.  The hat blew away and landed in some rocks closer to the river surface.  Tami stopped and looked back.  She seemed frozen, staring at the scrap of green material fifty feet away.  She knew that the hat really didn't cover her at all, that as clothing it was pretty useless.  But after a year without anything it was the only clothing she had and she was not going to leave it behind.  So she turned around and started to climb down after it, stepping gingerly across the boulders that littered the valley floor.  The wind was still blowing though and it seemed that just as she was getting close a gust of wind would take the hat  away from her again.  Tami began to cry with frustration, fixated on getting her hat back.  It had become a symbol for her for everything she had lost over the past year.  Her life, her future, was in her mind tied up in getting that hat back.  So she struggled and cursed, scraping and bruising herself as she followed along.  Soon she was beside the river itself, walking slowly across the rocky shoreline for as tough as her feet had become, the sharp rocks were tougher and walking was painful.  But the wind was cruel that day and as she reached once more for the hat it was blown into the fast moving water.  Again Tami stopped, only this time it was to watch her hat being swept away down river.  It was moving so fast she would never catch it and she knew it was lost forever.  She sank to her knees, ignoring the pain of the sharp rocks, and she wept at her loss.  For a time she had something to wear, even though it was only a wretched old hat with a chewed up brim and ugly stains, but it was hers!  After a while she picked herself up and morosely continued on her way, but if anyone had been watching her they might have wondered what could have driven this naked girl to the point where losing an old hat caused such sorrow.  If only they knew. The Unintentional Nudist XII: "Tami Smithers Was Here", Part 39 She looked carefully at the dim shadow on the top of the truck body below, the shadow of her crouched form thrown by the little streetlight some distance behind her.  It would be a jump of about eight feet, easy to make.  Nobody would hear her; the sound of the idling engines was too deafening.  This was a big truck stop, filled with snoozing truckers and idling trucks at roughly (she guessed) about three o'clock in the morning.  She had her eye on the flatbed over there, the one with the big upright concrete cylinders, that would probably would end up as a water main.  The naked girl jumped, landing expertly and softly with hands and feet thumping at the same time onto the dirty metal.  Not that loud a thump.  She looked back up at the overpass, part of the ramp from the interstate.  She had done this so many times, a naked ghost lurking and hopping through this nighttime shadow world of truckstops.  Now she looked over at the truck with the cylinders, and began planning how to get from here to there.  What!  The truck lurched under her.  She fell forward, stopping herself by putting her hand down.  It turned out this trucker wasn't asleep like the others.  She frantically looked around but there was no safe place to hop off.  As the truck shifted with a jolt out of crawling gear and huffed under the overpass she ducked, even though there was plenty of clearance.  In a minute Tami was riding naked on top of the truck trailer, booming down the interstate at 65 mph.  To keep from getting knocked off by the stiff blowby she had no choice but to fall flat on her tummy on the cold dirty metal, hands grabbing over the front lip.  What made it even worse was she was going the wrong way.  The concrete cylinder truck had come from the south and would be going north.  But this truck was heading south.  From South Carolina!  She closed her eyes as the wind caused tears to run down and immediately evaporate before they could make it halfway down her cheeks.  She felt the wind whistling over her butt cheeks, around her breasts, past her heels and toes.  It was cold, there was a terrific wind chill even though the temperature was not low.  Her hair flew back wildly.  She looked ahead whenever she could, making things out through her teary eyes.  She prayed, her big fear being that her head would slam against a low-clearance bridge.  Fortunately there seemed little danger of that, as she realized that there were trucks going by with higher bodies.  Truckers must know this highway well and would not travel on it if the bridges were too low.  Also it was fortunate that no one could see her.  She remembered once again that the police were on the lookout for her, or so she had to assume.  Now that she knew Sarah Wickland could be trusted, she wished she had sounded her out about that instead of staying mum.  And now the flash of lightning and it began to rain.  It was an icy shower of needle-like bullets that stung her from her arms down to her calves, making the truck metal feel warm by comparison.  "P - please God .  .  ."  She felt in real danger now, from hypothermia.  And there was no escape.  She felt the slickness under her crushed breasts and her shivering thighs and her hands clamped onto the front lip with an iron grip.  To slip or let go would mean certain death.  She had to pee and just let it go, no doubt it mixed with the rain and simply washed off the back of the truck.  She turned her head to see the sunrise.  The clouds were passing and had let the sun through.  Soon the rain stopped.  She wondered who could see her now.  Who ever looked up on top of truck bodies?  Probably never even the truckers themselves.  Probably only people walking on overpasses, an unlikely prospect in this wilderness.  She saw pines and now palm trees here and there.  She must be getting close to the coast, but it had been south all the way.  She absolutely had to get off this truck and backtrack somehow.  At this rate she would never get home, let alone back to college in time for the fall semester, which began the day after Labor Day.  It was mid-morning when the truck finally slowed and came to a stop.  She lay there with weary eyes, feeling the hot sun on her back, her body slimy against the wet, dirty metal that was getting warm also.  After a few minutes she tentatively brought her legs up under her and raised her head to look around.  The trucker had stopped at a diner on an outer road.  The naked girl looked to the other side.  No one there, just palm trees and bushes.  Knowing by now that hesitation could be fatal, she steadied herself, then jumped all the way down, her bare feet plopping ankle-deep into the muddy unpaved ground.  And now she ran, kicking the mud up behind her.  No one was there to see her.  She crouched in the bushes and wondered where she was.  She heard the sound of ocean behind her.  A sign on the road said, "Mariposa 8 miles".  Now she wandered wearily through the low brush, leaning against palm tree after palm tree, and heard the surf get closer.  A few more steps and she found herself on a beautiful deserted beach.  To her surprise she found a banana tree next to her, the bananas all yellow and ripe, and gratefully ate one.  Then she gathered some more to her breasts and plopped her butt down onto the sand, eating bananas and looking at the endless ocean in front of her and wondering what to do.  The Atlantic, she guessed.  Or maybe it was the Gulf of Mexico.  A paradise, she wished Rod was here to share it with her.  But of course she had to get going.  She finished the last of the bananas and buried the peels in the sand.  Well, there would be nothing like a nice bracing swim.  The naked girl ran up to the surf and prepared to jump in.  Whoa.  She had known only the cold waters of the North Atlantic, out on Cranston Beach, in Rhode Island, and then of the Pacific, that one time when she had that dream about the Mexican girl and the C-string.  But now there was warm water swirling around her toes.  It was a wonderful surprise.  "Ooooohhh .  .  ."  She couldn't help smiling as she went further and further in, the frothy bubbly water caressing her like a warm whirlpool bath as it went up her legs, past her pussy, and then finally over her breasts.  It was so relaxing.  She ducked underwater and slithered like an eel, once again enjoying the currents against every curve and crevice of her body, this time warm and comforting like swimming around in a great big womb.  This was a gift from God, and about time too, after the rough times she had recently been through!  After a few minutes she wandered back out of the water like a rather pooped Venus reborn, then dropped down in the shade of a palm tree and began a long, long, pleasant sleep.  .  .  .  . Thus began Tami's life at what she quickly christened "Honeymoon Beach".  It was a paradise.  First there was the solitude.  There was no sign of civilization anywhere, except for the big ships she occasionally saw way out on the ocean.  Then there was the food.  Bananas everywhere, and mangoes, and even some wild pineapples.  And coconuts.  She had gravitated toward a little shady spot surrounded by big rocks, in the center of which was just clear sand, a nice soft bed.  To one side was a stand of coconut trees, slanting out toward the ocean.  The coconuts were not right over her, there was no danger of being hit.  But she was intrigued.  The bark scraped roughly on her breasts and thighs, but she shimmied up all the way to the top, foot by foot, and finally pried a couple of coconuts loose.  When she hopped softly down onto the sand she hit them against rocks until they split.  The milk inside was delicious, like water but with a gentle nutty taste.  The pulp she scraped out with one of the many shells she found. And a hundred yards from her bed, in from the beach, was a little stream that that fell into a pond before running into the ocean.  Fresh water, and cool and delicious.  She drank in it, played in it, it was so good and life was so good for a naked girl who had all she needed and had no need of clothes.  If only Rod were here!  A perfect place for Adam and Eve.  The days went by slowly and she enjoyed the time passing.  She remembered a book she had read in high school, "Island of the Blue Dolphins", about a teenage girl who lived by herself on an island, off California maybe, and she remembered thinking how incredibly boring it must have been to do that.  But this was not boring at all.  Figuring out how to climb the coconut tree, watching the ships slowly cross the horizon, carefully making meals for herself from the vegetation -- she spent hours doing these things, being interested every minute.  What brought this home to her was her method of keeping time.  Every morning she would put another rock in front of her bed.  She was surprised to see one morning that there were five rocks -- and it seemed like she had just gotten there!  If it weren't for her need for human companionship, she could see how she could spend the rest of her life here and spend it happily. She thought of Rod often.  And the warm, easy life brought the desire back into her veins.  She was always using bananas as something other than food.  She would lay under the little waterfall at the pond with the spout of water centered right over her clit, lying there in the soft mud very comfortably, and look at the blue sky as she drifted from orgasm to orgasm.  Thank you, God .  .  .ohhh .  .  .thank you .  .  .  OHH!  She could really indulge her boundless sexual capacity now.  She would stay there all morning, for hours.  Maybe, just maybe, she broke her own record.  But she was too lazy to count!  By anchoring her feet and stretching her legs, she did her old trick of opening up her pussy as the warm fresh water poured inside.  Now she flipped around and opened her butthole to fill her rectum.  Giggling, she decided to imitate a whale.  With crimped steps she ran to the ocean and dove in.  Slithering underwater, she emerged and stuck her butt up.  A stream of water blew explosively out of her butt, straight up.  This was a neat trick, and real perverted too.  She laughed at herself but kept on practicing until she became an expert at it.  The wide beach became a big blackboard.  With sticks and triangle-shaped rocks she went through the proofs of the Pythagorean theorem.  Then she thought of ways to express other mathematical rules, using only sticks and rocks and lines.  Maybe she was discovering something.  Probably not, though.  The ancient Greeks had the experience of hundreds of years of writing on beaches like she was doing. And, sitting on the sand, watching the tides go in and out, she got to thinking about the great curse of her life and how to undo it.  The motions of tides, of the earth and the sun, gave her perspective.  The way to get out of it, she decided, was by the truth.  .  .  .  .  "Friends, welcome.  A year ago I stopped wearing clothes.  Since then I have met many wonderful friends like you, and have been through many experiences.  I have learned a great deal, and will be always thankful and lucky that I have your love and your respect.  Being naked has also allowed me to love more fully and more deeply.  "Life goes on, and I have felt myself entering another phase.  Nudity was not really my religion, it was something I was called to.  Now I feel myself being called to wear clothes again.  I have here in my bag some things I will now put on.  This is something that I do not do lightly, the year of being naked was so wonderful and enlightening.  I will now continue in life, wearing clothes like everyone else, but remembering and keeping the lessons and the power of love which I experienced and acquired during my time being naked."  The words were spoken by the naked girl to the ocean.  She was standing at the edge of the surf on her seventh day at Honeymoon Beach, practicing the words for the twentieth time.  The speech she was going to give on her third day back.  She had formed a plan.  She would announce a prayer gathering for in front of Rossland Hall, and invite all her friends, and then take borrow a pair of Jen's shorts and a T-shirt to put on in front of everyone.  It was a good way to end her ordeal.  It had the element of truth -- she could no longer go on living a lie, pretending she was naked because of her religion.  And how could the Dean do anything to her?  She remembered him calling her to his office at the end of the spring semester, and offering her the chance to put clothes on again.  She refused, it obviously being a trick, and at the time she was sure she was leaving the college for good anyway.  But so many people on campus liked and respected her.  She would invite Professor Congi too, who was the Assistant Dean, and who would surely be supportive.  If she put on her clothes in the way she was planning, there was no way the Dean would expel her.  The more she thought about it, the more absolutely sure she was of that.  And then, of course, afterward she would go to the woods and ceremoniously burn her diary, which was still secreted in the backpack she had left in Terri's apartment.  It was in this manner that Tami Smithers decided to put on clothes again.  She realized there was a reason for her incredible bad luck across the country, where she had been unable to find clothes despite her most desperate efforts.  God was denying her clothes until she corrected the falsehood at the origin of it all, this lie she had been living.  Only then would she be allowed clothes again.  By putting them on herself, on purpose, right in front of the administration building, she would correct what had been false and unfinished for a year. That night, lying on the sand under the stars, Tami had the best dream she had ever had, of being happy and married to Rod and with little kids running around.  And a job teaching mathematics at a college.  She was clothed.  There was no element of nakedness in the dream.  It was the dream of a normal person.   The Unintentional Nudist XII: "Tami Smithers Was Here", Part 40 (Conclusion) This is a real find.  A beautiful naked girl sleeping on the beach, lying on her stomach, arms and legs spread as if out on a mattress.  Some banana peels next to her.  A wonderful body, tight and trim.  Maybe not even 20 years old.  Deep American-style tan, all over, not a bikini line in sight.  She must spend a lot of time out here.  .  .  The tan sets off the white sand sticking to her bum and her calves .  .  .The best bod I've drawn on this latest trip to the States, possibly ever .  .  .  Ordinarily I'd ask permission, but waking her would ruin the pose .  .  .  Bloody wonderful .  .  .  "Oh!"  Tami awoke with a jolt.  She blinked and had the feeling she was being watched, and had the concomitant desire to somehow cover her butt.  She got up and turned around and reflexively covered her breasts with her hand.  It was a man in a biker jacket and dark jeans and boots, around 35 or so, sitting cross-legged, sketching on a pad.  "Sorry, luv.  I'll stop if you want.  You are just so beautiful."  He had a working-class Brit kind of accent.  He showed her the pencil sketch.  It was artistic, sparse, and very skillful.  He had captured the back of her head, the turned shoulders, the loose hair, her bent arms, and her back, and the beginning of her butt, as she had been lying asleep on the sand.  Tami was a little upset at being sketched without her permission, but the drawing was very pretty and flattering.  She thought briefly of that portrait unveiled at the Chalfont banquet, the beautiful, intelligent naked girl reading a book.  A girl that she often wished she could be.  Tami sat up on crossed legs and used her other hand to cover her pussy.  All she could say was, "That's a very good sketch."  "Thanks, luv," he said.  "I do these a lot.  Want to see?"  He beckoned for her to come closer and she decided he was not dangerous.  He had no gun or knife on him and if he lunged after her, she could outrun him or dive into the surf.  Still covering her breasts and pussy, she sidled over to him and watched him riffle the pages of the sketchbook.  The drawings were finished and high quality.  This fellow was a professional artist of long experience.  And his drawings had a constant theme -- women who were losing their clothes, tight skirts or dresses that were getting caught in elevator doors, kite strings, chairs.  It was the same woman -- blond, busty, big amazed eyes, looking like that woman Jenny who Tami had met twice.  The Jenny who tried to give clothes to Tami but had so much trouble taking them off.  Well, in these drawings, Jenny seemed to have the opposite problem! Tami smiled.  There was a sense of humor that showed through the drawings, playful and not at all sadistic.  "Do you live around here?" The man's voice broke through her musings.  "Uh, no.  I'm away on summer break from college.  Actually, I'm not sure even what state this is.  I've been wandering around the beaches."  "This is Florida, on the Gulf of Mexico.  .  .Where are your clothes?"  "I don't have any," she said, holding her hands tighter against herself.  He laughed.  "For someone who wanders the beaches with no clothes, you sure are shy.  I don't often draw totally naked women, but you have about the prettiest body I ever saw."  Tami smiled and blushed.  "Thanks."  In spite of her shyness she couldn't help feeling flattered when someone said that.  He extended his hand.  "Biker.  Or you can call me Nut Case."  Tami could not help but giggle, realizing at the same time how this man must make a living charming women into posing for him.  "I prefer Biker.  My name is Tami.  Are you English?"  "Yes, I'm a Brit, biking around the States for the summer."  "I didn't hear any motorcycle."  "It's a ways back, near the road."  Tami followed him to his bike.  It was a ratty and old but it obviously worked.  He gunned it and rode in circles, then shut it off.  "That was to impress you."  Still holding her hands in front of her, the naked girl laughed.  "I'm impressed.  Though if you ask me it sounds like your timing's too advanced."  "What?"  "I bet you burn a lot of oil, and after a long run the bike keeps spitting after you try to turn it off."  He smiled.  "That's exactly right.  You are smart as well as beautiful."  Tami served him up some bananas and pieces of coconut pulp, and then he asked her to pose.  After some initial hesitation she dropped her hands and she found herself spending the next few hours climbing a palm tree, standing in the surf, lying on the beach like a model.  These were tasteful poses, not blatant exposures like with Professor Brignon.  Tami was glad that someone nice had walked into her travels.  She did not ask him for clothes, having decided that the putting on of clothes would be saved for the ceremony she had planned, not that he seemed to have anything extra for her to put on.  And he was so comfortable to be around that she almost forgot that she was naked.  If nothing else, he cheered her up.  She loved this place but missed her loved ones, and was depressed at the almost certain prospect that she would not get back to college in time for the fall semester.  As they sat, eating wild asparagus, Biker showed her the drawings he had made of her poses.  "You make women look really beautiful," she said.  He was charmingly modest.  "I'm just a bloke who goes drawing."  The drawings were spare but flattering.  One odd thing was that in all the poses Biker had her wearing black pumps.  In fact, all the women in his drawings had black pumps.  "I see you like shoes."  Biker chuckled.  "To tell you the truth," he said, "I can't draw feet."  "Well, here's your chance to practice."  She planted her bare foot onto the sand in front of him.  He gamely concentrated.  One, two, three quick sketches.  The first one was pretty bad but by stages they got better.  "Do you have any tools?" Tami said.  "I'll fix your timing for you."  As the naked girl kneeled in front of the bike, fiddling with the little distributor, Biker sat behind and drew the pose.  When she was finished she flung a leg over the seat and pushed the throttle down with a hard bare foot.  The engine roared, sounding much better.  She smiled at him, crossing her arms with pride.  He drew that pose too.  At his request she got up and did another pose, of her stretching her clasped hands over her head, back arched, as if just waking up.  Somehow the fact that her pussy was almost in his face did not embarrass her.  It was almost sunset and the long shadows of palm trees played across her concave tummy.  Finally he put his sketch pad away and walked over to his bike.  "Here's my card, luv," he said, "that is, if you have a place to keep it.  I'm sorry but I've got to get going.  I'm heading to the big bike gathering."  "Where is that?"  "The big Labor Day to-do in Laconia."  The naked girl's face changed with a degree of astonishment that the artist had never seen approached.  "LACONIA??"  "Yes, it's an annual -- "  "LACONIA, NEW HAMPSHIRE??"  Her eyes were exploding like sunballs, over a wide open-mouthed smile.  "Why, yes."  "TWENTY-FIVE MILES FROM CAMPBELL - FRANK COLLEGE??"  Her eyes were as wild as her hair.  "Um, I'm not sure.  Want to come with me?" "YES!!" The naked girl pumped her fist, making her breasts dance and jiggle.  "YES!! YES!! YES!! WOOOO!! WOOOO!!" She kicked up her legs and arms, pushing sand up with her toes, then did a somersault and stood up again, arms spread, shaking her shoulders so as to jiggle her breasts.  "WOOOO!!"  The artist wondered about this crazy naked girl and briefly regretted having offered her a ride.  He was about to say something when she did cartwheels away from him and ran off in between two stands of palm trees.  "WHEEEE!! OONGA BOONGA OONGA BOONGA OONGA BOONGA!!"  She disappeared and her voice died away, fading into the surf.  A moment later her voice returned, followed by her own naked self, kick-dancing like a Cossack with her arms folded under like a chicken as she passed by him on her second go-round.  "YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA --"  Once again she disappeared into the trees and her voice faded away.  As she appeared again, she strode and waved like someone completing a showy home-run trot.  Then she changed to skipping like jumping rope, arms extended to the side, the tanned, tight breasts wildly bouncing up and down.  A double-flip, gymnastics style, landed her on her feet right in front of him, a little winded, shoulders back and arms down behind her.  Before her breasts had stopped bobbing she said, "YES!! .  .  .  When do we start??"  He smiled and got up onto the bike.  "Hop on."  She held up a finger.  "One more thing! Wait."  He followed her to the beach.  She frantically pressed the rocks into the sand.  They said, "Tami Smithers Was Here".  She put her bare feet onto the stirrups, just behind his boots, and put her bare arms around his waist.  It was almost dark now.  He gunned the bike and off they went.  .  .  .  .  They traveled by night, rested by day, during which she hid in bushes while he brought her food.  It took two nights, two nights of feeling the air rush over her hair and her feet and her shoulders.  They avoided the interstates and the big cities, they went on old country roads and the few who saw the naked girl on the bike roaring past them in the middle of the night figured they were seeing things, or maybe she actually had on flesh-colored tights, not an unusual gimmick for a biker chick.   About the biker convention, not much needs to be said.  She was the undisputed queen for the day she was there, and though no one could touch, they all looked!  With Biker as her friendly bodyguard following close behind, she paraded and waved through the woodsy grounds like the winner of a pageant, inspiring many more drawings of his to come.  And now, along the traffic circle in front of Rossland Hall, the parked cars of parents unloading their kids for the fall semester, the amazing sight of a naked girl on the back of a motorcycle.  She gave Biker a big good-bye hug and ran onto the campus in front of the astonished onlookers.  Yes!  There was evil old Rossland Hall.  The naked girl ran across to the art building.  Yes!  There it was, where the whole business started.  A line of girls marched in single file behind Samantha, one of the freshman who hadn't gotten caught on that fateful night, now an Alpha Omicron sister.  Samantha's solemn ceremony was disrupted by a wild-haired, tanned naked girl who ran past and yelled at the initiates, shaking her head and laughing: "Don't do it!!  Don't do it!!  Run away!!"  Fellowes Hall!  And there was the little alcove next to Rossland where she used to study!  The gym building!  The Gloria Humboldt Gallery!  She was blushing like mad, knowing that flabbergasted freshmen were staring at her from all over the crowded campus, yet she was so happy!  She briefly caught her breath and then sprinted to Pilgrim Hall, her feet slapping up the stairs, running past people who recognized her and others who could not believe what they were seeing.  She stood in the open doorway of Room 207.  A moment of silence, then she heard the shout of surprise and joy.  "TAMIIIII!! Yay Tami!!" It was Jen, and Mandy, and Muffy, and Dawn, and Mayree, and Brad, and Marisol -- or at least that's all she could make out, through the bleariness of her eyes now wet with happy tears.  "Hey, guys," she said.  [end]

Tami Clothes Experiment, Part 1 katie Tami ran, her bare feet pounding against the hard sidewalk, the three wheels of the jogging stroller she pushed in front of her spinning rapidly. Her breasts bounced rhythmically on her naked chest as she ran, terror filling her and causing her to flee. She turned onto the leaf-lined street where she, Rod and baby Ella lived. She made it to the path up to her house and stopped suddenly. She swooped the baby up in her bare arms and took the steps two at a time. Using a key that was attached to a bracelet on her wrist, she opened the door, grateful to be home. She slid inside the warm house and closed the door, bolting it shut. Tami’s whole body was shaking. What a close call, she thought, hugging little Ella to her bare chest. The stares were threatening she thought. She had no idea what they would have done to her and the baby had they caught up to them but she resolved to not leave the house until Ella could fend for herself a little better. Holding Ella carefully, Tami slid down to the floor, her back against the wall and sobbed, tears flowing out of her eyes and down her cheeks before nodding off to sleep. The Unintentional Nudist was having a nervous breakdown. Rod arrived home to a dead-bolted door. Using his key, he undid all three locks on the big front door. He had done this every day for the past few weeks, ever since Tami’s fears had increased. The bold, brave girl who had strode naked around campus and town so effortlessly outwardly had gone to the opposite degree since Ella was born. Her motherly instinct had her seeing danger around every turn and being naked only intensified the fears. She had called him crying many times and he had calmed her. Seeing the stroller on its side and the triple dead bolt on the door made him nervous. Tami hadn’t called and he was worried that something had happened. Rod had a special treat with him. Unbeknownst to Tami, he had been going to the local animal shelter, looking for a dog who would help Tami not be so afraid. Today he had gotten the call. The shelter had a border collie, a breed known for its protective qualities. He had arrived to find an adorable hairy black and white collie, about two years old. The old owner had been an elderly woman who moved into a retirement home that did not allow dogs. This was perfect. He held the dog’s leash as he entered the house and stopped short. He saw a sight that broke his heart. His naked wife was huddled on the floor, her arm protectively surrounding his baby daughter. Both were sound asleep but there was no doubt that Tami would have given her life to protect Ella. As the man and dog approached, Tami sat up with a start, fear blazing in her eyes. “What the hell?” “Shh, Tami, it’s me babe,” Rod said reassuringly. “Rod, what is that? Whose dog is that?” “He’s our hon,” Rod said softly. “It’s a border collie, one of the most protective breeds around. He will protect you and Ella on your walks.” The dog strained at the leash as he sniffed, first at the naked woman and then at the bundle in her arms. With her free hand, Tami rubbed the dog under his chin and then on his head. “Oh Rod, he is adorable, thank you so much,” Tami said smiling, accepting Rod’s offer of a hand to get up. “He will protect us but we’re not taking our walks anymore.” Rod looked up in surprise. “What do you mean?” “As long as I’m naked, I don’t feel comfortable leaving the house and since I can’t wear clothes ever again, I guess I’m never leaving the house.” Tami walked out of the foyer and went to put Ella in her cradle they had set up in the living room. Rod did not move from his spot as his wife went into the kitchen to start dinner. Tami had never shied away from exposure, even though it caused her great embarrassment. She had never allowed her nudity to hinder her life and had loved to be outdoors and to exercise. This decision was the end of her rope, he knew. It was time to call in reinforcements. Rod told Tami he had to run back to the office but instead he headed to Jen’s apartment. There he sat in the kitchen with Jen, Kyesha (Jen’s partner) and Rebecca, their friend who was a minister. “How do you know that no one was chasing her,” Jen asked. She was Tami’s best friend and shared Rod’s concern about her friend. She had noticed the changes over the past year, culminating with the recent announcement that Tami was not going to ever leave the house. “Jen, she claims it happens every time she leaves the house,” the man said, shaking his head. “Do you think there are roving bands of rapists just lying in wait for her to leave the house.” “Rod, there could be,” Jen said. When she noticed the man’s expression of disbelief, she added, “well, not roving bands of rapists as you put it but maybe she has a stalker.” “Jen, I want to believe her too,” Rod said. “So one day, I followed her at a distance. Every man who walked by, she veered away from, as if they were going to hurt her. Then she started running until she got home and locked the door.” The four sat there in silence, not sure what to do. Finally, Rebecca spoke. “I think she is finally dealing with the humiliation of being naked all the time,” the woman said softly. “She is realizing how vulnerable she has been all this time, especially that first year.” Rod took in a deep breath. He knew in his heart that Rebecca was right but didn’t want to admit it. He felt so awful for standing by while Tami was put through so much torture. But of course he didn’t know, none of them knew. Then, they thought that Tami was a nudist who had no problem with the situations she had been put into. Of course, the truth was awful. Tami had been subjected to humiliations that would have caused most women to crack. But she had survived and thrived in many ways. Her friends thought she was a superwoman and in many ways she was. However, inside, she was a mess and died a thousand deaths during her year of nudity. Now the events of that year and since were crashing down upon her. “With the burden of being a mom now on her shoulders, her protective instincts have flown into high gear,” Rebecca continued. “She doesn’t think she can adequately protect Ella so she is freaking out.” The four again sat in silence. “So now what do we do,” Rod asked. Tami was cleaning the kitchen, singing along to the Norah Jones CD that she had put into the stereo. She sang out loud, giggling with Ella who sat in her seat at the table, drinking it all in. It would have been quite a sight if anyone had wandered in from the sliding door that led to the back yard. That person would have been greeted by a bare ass of a girl on all fours, her slit peeking through between spread legs. With the bright lights of the kitchen, it was easy to make out her most intimate areas as the girl scrubbed the floor. A mop or a wet swiffer was not enough to Tami. In cleaning, she was old school, taking many of the tricks her mother had used for decades at her parents’ house. One of the old school cleaning methods was scrubbing the floor with a good bit of pine sol. Nothing cleaned floors like pine sol and a scrub brush, Tami believed. It was a sight to see Tami move effortlessly through the kitchen, her bare feet barely making a sound on the tile floor. This was her comfort zone, a place where she, Rod and Ella had created a home. She had felt funny at first living in this big home given to her by the deceased scientist Herr Remmler from Chalfont. But in no time at all, she had felt at home here. The shaded yard was a perfect spot for her to hide from prying eyes and here only Rod saw her nudity. Now Ella of course too. Sometimes, Tami wondered how they would explain her nudity to their daughter. After all, at some point Ella would realize that not all mommies go around nude 24/7. She wondered if Ella would be embarrassed by her. That thought tore Tami apart. She hated being naked and worried that Ella would hate her for it too. It had been her fault after all. She had agreed to that streaking dare back in September of freshman year. But she never anticipated what would happen to her in the days, weeks, months and years to come. When she stripped in the bushes that night, she never imagined those clothes would be the last she would ever wear. She thought she would run naked (a lark that had actually fulfilled a long standing dream of hers) through campus and return to her clothes. But of course, Wanda had arranged it that her clothes would be gone. Well, Wanda might not have planned for it to be Tami, she just stole someone’s clothes. Nor could Wanda have imagined what happened to Tami in the aftermath of it, not in her wildest fantasies. To escape being expelled from college, Tami had lied and told the dean that she was a religious nudist. That led to one of the most humiliating and demeaning years that any girl had experienced. Of course, Wanda choreographed the whole thing and made Tami’s life hell for a full year. In typical Tami fashion though, Wanda was now one of her best friends. The bright kitchen matched her mood right now. Everything was right in her world. Ella was alert, looking at the world around her. Tami was home with her, reveling in being a mom. Rod would soon be home for the dinner that Tami had cooking in the oven and their new dog Harold slept on a dog bed in the corner of the room. Harold never left Tami’s side; he had fallen instantly in love with her. Rod joked that he should have known that would happen. “Every male who meets you falls in love,” he said to her, teasingly. But the happy world that Tami had created only existed within these walls. Outside, there were people who wanted to hurt her and her daughter. They existed behind every tree or bush, in cars, lurking. She could never see anyone but she knew they were there and they terrified her. She was so vulnerable; naked and powerless, could she protect little Ella? She had resolved to staying in the house unless it was completely unavoidable to leave. She had Harold now but even so, she would only go out with Rod or someone else who could protect them. She heard Ella start to stir and her breasts felt full, knowing instinctively that the baby needed to be nursed. Tami pulled Ella from her seat and brought her to the living room. There she put her bare feet up and began the wonderful task of breastfeeding her baby girl. Tami Clothes Experiment, Part 2 A few hours later, Tami was back in the kitchen, this time chopping vegetables to create a salad. Ella was sitting in her seat which was propped on the table. The little girl was drinking it all in, a big smile on her face. Tami and Rod both remarked how amazing it was that their daughter had such an easy going personality. She was always happy and taking in the world with wide eyes. They had no doubt that she was already thinking big things in that brain of hers. Harold sat under the table, standing guard. Any noise brought his attention, with ears raised. The phone rang just as Tami finished the chopping and had emptied her cutting board into the bowl. “Hello.” “Hey babe, it’s me.” “Hi Roddy,” she purred. “I’m making your favorite dinner.” “Roast beef and potatoes? Oh Tam, you spoil me.” “Anything for my man.” “Um, do you think we’ll have enough for another person,” he asked nervously. “Sure, you know me,” the woman answered. She grimaced as her left nipple dipped into the mashed potatoes that she had just finished. She swiped the food off and slid it into her mouth, putting her finger over her lips to Ella, asking her not to tell. “Great, we’ll be there shortly.” He hung up before she could ask who was joining them. She started to get nervous as she added a third place setting to the table. She wondered if it was someone from Rod’s work. They had no idea that Rod was married to a naked wife and having dinner with a gawking co-worker was the last thing she wanted tonight. The feeling in the pit of her stomach, the one she got when she left the house, was returning, though not as strong. “Well Ella-bear, should be a fun night,” she said, nuzzling her face into Ella’s stomach. That never failed to elicit a shriek of laughter from the baby girl. Harold heard the noise first as Rod’s car crushed the gravel of the driveway. The dog ran to the door, barking a warning to Tami. The stomach rumbling was getting rougher but the naked woman swooped Ella up into her arms and made her way to the door. I guess the best thing to do is face this head on, she thought, opening the door to greet her husband and guest. “Dr. Harridance,” she said happily as the man came up the steps behind Rod. “What a wonderful surprise. If I had known I would have made my curried chicken with rice.” “Please do not apologize Tami,” he said as the two embraced. Tami felt the roughness of the man’s jacket as it grazed her bare skin and was reminded of the familiar yearning she still had for clothes. “I heard your roast beef and mashed potatoes are to die for anyway.” The four people went into the house. Harridance fussed over Ella, who he hadn’t seen since her christening several months ago. The men sat in the living room, Rod holding Ella, while Tami finished dinner. It wasn’t too long before she called them in to serve the meal. Baby Ella was placed in her seat while Harridance sat across from Tami, leaving Rod to sit at the head of the table. “Lord, thank you for this meal,” Rod began as the three adults joined hands (and Harridance and Tami took Ella’s foot, causing her to giggle). “We are grateful for your bounty and for the presence of a good friend. Keep us safe, especially Joe and the rest of our troops who serve in harm’s way. Amen.” The other two adults joined in the “Amen” and began passing the plates of food. Tami was very aware of her bare breasts prominently displayed just above her plate and she felt Harridance and Rod gazing at them occasionally. She didn’t blame them. After all, what man would not look at bare breasts if they had the chance? Still, she felt her nudity in normal situations like this, situations where she should have been wearing a nice top or blouse or sweater. Instead, she had only her boobs and nipples. Tami realized that she was only barely hearing the conversation. Apparently, the Boston Red Sox were playing a big weekend series with the Yankees. Tami, though she liked sports, had not had time to pay attention. Between taking care of a house and a new baby, she could barely sit down and read the paper or check email let alone watch baseball. Still, it was good to hear the men talk, making her feel like she used to when she was a little girl at home. Then everything was perfect. Her parents took care of her every need and she was never naked in public. She wore what all little girls wore: frilly dresses, pants and tops, sweaters and skirts, stockings and socks, sneakers and Mary Janes, panties and undershirts and then bras. That had been so long ago. She tried to remember what wearing clothes felt like. It had been so long, four long years. Some of it had been wonderful, like meeting terrific friends like Jen and Rebecca and, of course, falling in love with Rod. She had also found a hidden reserve of strength beyond anything she had thought possible. To deal with the constant humiliation of being naked, Tami had to resort to places within herself she never thought she had. But much of it had been awful, including many of her early interactions with Dr. Harridance. It is a good indication of her character that nearly all of the people who had been involved in her torment (knowingly or unknowingly) were now part of her circle of friends. Tami was that kind of special girl. But, Dr. Harridance had unintentionally put Tami through a series of shaming experiments, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, all brightly lit in front of many observers. Of course it was for science, as Dr. Harridance was testing the bounds of female sexual response. Tami and her supposed lack of modesty had been a perfect combination for Dr. Harridance and the research had broken all kinds of new ground in the area of female sexual study. But the experiments had been terrible to the poor girl who indeed had tremendous modesty. Each orgasm had struck her to the core and she never got used to them. Even today, four years later, her sexual libido was high, all because of those experiments. But she held no grudge against Dr. Harridance. Unlike his colleague Nevada McMichael (his name made her shiver), Harridance never once treated Tami badly. If he had been given any indication of her unwillingness to participate, Tami was sure that he would have stopped. But he was fooled, like so many other good meaning people. “Tami this is amazing,” Dr. Harridance said in his easy Indian accent. “Hats off to the cook.” “Thank you,” she said, blushing. “I love to cook. This is heaven for me.” The conversation changed to work. Rod talked about his engineering job and his latest project involving a bridge a few towns over. Tami loved seeing Rod’s face when he discussed work. His eyes lit up and his enthusiasm bubbled over. She felt a stirring in her sex, a reminder that they had not had sex yet today. Rod was probably the luckiest husband on the planet. He had a wife who begged for sex, sometimes three or four times a day. Usually they did it every morning when he woke up, a way to jump start the day. Sometimes she would ask for seconds after he showered or at breakfast. Then, they sometimes did it when he arrived home (if Ella was sleeping) and always did it before bed. Tami was used to several orgasms a day. In fact, she needed it. Her nudity and the experiments from freshman year had turned into an insatiable wanton woman. Harridance was talking about life at Campbell-Frank and Chalfont. Tami thought about her memories of college. Again much of it was wonderful but there were awful things that she wished she could forget. Since graduation, she had not set foot on campus and did not think she ever would. Going back there would wake up too many awful memories. Tami noticed that the men were finished. “Ready for dessert yet or should we wait,” she asked, ever the meek hostess. “Let’s wait,” Rod said. “Dr. Harridance and I will clean off the table and get the dishes while you feed Ella and put her to bed. Then we can sit and chat for a while.” The naked girl eyed her husband, wondering what he was up to. Rod rarely helped with dishes. Not that she blamed him. She never asked. In fact, she rarely gave up any ground in the house, considering it her little fiefdom. “Great, thanks Rod,” she said, standing up, aware that her bare vagina was now visible to the man sitting opposite of her. It was silly, she thought, especially after all that he had seen of her. During his experiments, she had been cuffed to a chair, spread eagle, while her vagina and anus were stuffed with dildos and her nipples were suctioned. She had so many orgasms in that chair, terrible anguished orgasms. Still, she hated him seeing that area, that blessed area that most girls kept private and only allowed the most privileged to see. She picked up Ella, luxuriating in the feel of her soft dress against Tami’s bare breasts and belly and arms. How she envied Ella and her clothed life. She would make sure that her little girl never had to suffer like she did. Tami moved up the stairs and into Ella’s room. There she changed the little girl into her one-piece pajamas and sang softly to her. The two Sykes girls exchanged smiles and then Tami held the girl in her arms and nursed her until the baby fell fast asleep. “She has no idea why I’m here,” Harridance said, as he dried a dish that Rod handed him. “None at all,” Rod replied. “We haven’t discussed it. To be honest, I’m terrified to bring it up.” The men stood in silence, washing and drying the dishes. Both knew that Tami was a proud, Irish girl who would be mortified to think that people were talking about her and worrying about her mental capacity. She was a strong independent woman who would take care of her husband and family in wonderful ways. “Well, hopefully, we can work this out,” Harridance said softly. “I feel terrible for what happened to her and what part I played. If I can help cure this, then my penance would be complete.” Harridance could still see Tami’s nude body convulsing of his laboratory under those awful bright lights. Every crevice of her was on display during those experiments as the stimulators filled her lower holes. The wild look in her eyes was screaming for help and he had ignored it, getting distracted by the amazing results she was providing. He still struggled to forgive himself though Tami had, many times over. The dishes were done and Rod said, “have a seat in the living room. I’ll go kiss Ella good night and bring Tami down.” The men both exited the now quiet kitchen. Rod went left to head upstairs while Harridance went right, into the living room. Here was where Tami’s youthful touch showed the most. A deep lavender wrap around couch filled one corner, with an ottoman to match. The fabric was soft. Considering the fact that the person who bought it was always naked, that had been a requirement. The walls were painted several colors. Two were gold, where the morning sun entered the room at sunrise. The other two were sky blue with wisps of white along the top, an homage to Tami’s time in the wild between freshman and sophomore years. She had never forgotten how much she felt like one with the universe then. Now, even inside, she wanted to feel nature. There was also an old armchair that did not match the rest of the room. It was leather and maroon, a bit stiff. Harridance still smiled a bit and choked up when he remembered his old mentor, Herr Remmler, who had died in that chair. Tami, in her kindness and sentimentality, had kept it in tribute to the man who once lived here and had given his house to her out of his respect for her. He heard soft singing from upstairs and was glad to witness Tami and Rod in such domestic tranquility. He wondered if the plan he had devised to help Tami was not the right line of attack. It might upset all of this and not do anything to change her naked plight but he could think of nothing else. Harridance took a seat in the armchair as he heard the footsteps of Rod coming down the steps. Right behind him was his naked wife, her bare feet barely making a sound on the wooden stairs as she glided down. In just a few seconds, the three adults were sitting in the living room. Harridance and Rod took deep breaths. Now came the hard part. Tami Clothes Experiment, Part 3 “So, what’s going on here that you need to talk to me about,” Tami said bluntly but in a sweet way. Typical Tami, Harridance thought, she knows we are up to something. The man could not help but admire the nude form in front of him. Tami was the very picture of femininity. Her skin was smooth and her tan was effortless. Her face was beautiful, with green eyes, a pert little nose, full lips and her whole face surrounded by her red hair. Her freckles, dimmed after years in the sun, were still visible on her cheeks, shoulders and chest. Her breasts were magnificent, with no hint of sag despite her not wearing a bra for more than four years. They were round and perky with long, thin nipples that had thickened after breastfeeding. Her belly was concave and she narrowed at her sides before flaring a bit at the hips. He could see her bare pubic region with two mounds just below, each gaping a bit to reveal the pinkness inside. As always, Tamis clit was clear and present just poking through the hood that covered it. Tami’s long legs were thin and shapely, from the gap between her legs to her toned thighs, cute kneecaps and then shapely calves. Even her feet were pretty with her toes painted a pastel pink. Her feet had spread after having not worn shoes for so long and there were gaps between her toes that looked natural but were unusual. Most women’s feet are stuffed into heels and other shoes that do not allow the toes to move but Tami hadn’t worn heels or boots or slides or sneaks or even flip flops for more than four years. Her feet had been battered by the cold, hard surfaces that she tread, exposed to the harsh Vermont winters and the hot ground in summer. For all of the humiliations that her nudity had forced her to endure, just being barefoot may have been the part that she hated the most. Rod spoke first. “Babe, I’m worried about you,” he said quietly. “Your recent behavior is not like you.” “Rod, I told you, there are people after me,” she said, her strong face melting in embarrassment. “Why don’t you believe me?” Rod looked down, unable to face his wife. “I followed you Tami and so did others,” he said. “There was no one there when you ran away. You were imaging things.” Tami’s face changed from shame to anger. “You followed me? You and who else? Maybe that’s what I noticed and that’s why I ran? Ever think of that?” “It has only been the last few weeks,” Rod said. “It was after you had several instances of running away in fear. I wanted to be sure that no one was stalking you.” The naked girl’s face was scrunched in fury. “Screw you Rodney. I don’t need this nonsense. I’m going to bed.” She rose quickly, beginning to stomp off before Harridance spoke. “Tami, I have a plan to get you back in clothes,” he said. Tami stopped in an instant. It had been so long since she had even contemplated it. “What?” “I have a plan,” the doctor said again. “I don’t know if it will work but I think it might. It’s the only thought I had.” Tami turned back and sat down, not noticing that her knees were spread and the men in front of her had an unobstructed view of her sex. “Clothes? I can’t believe it. How?” “Well, it won’t be easy.” Tami sat on the couch, her butt reveling in the soft material that was rubbing against it. She had bought this couch believing that she would always be naked. Now Harridance was suggesting that there was a possibility that she could wear clothes again. The first plan had been three years ago. Then, Terri and Rebecca had arrived at that police station and confronted her with her journal, in which she detailed her inner thoughts about how she hated being naked, etc. They had supplied her with pants, a shirt, bra and panties, even socks and shoes. She had put them on and for a few shining moments she had been clothed. She had talked to them without her boobs and sex being front and center, on constant display. But then came the awful feeling of choking, the heat and the lack of ability to breathe. Terri and Rebecca had to rip the clothes off of her to help her regain her consciousness. It had been awful. Though she had tried to slowly put clothes on, a flip-flop here, a thong there, it never worked. She had to withdraw whatever garment she put near her body as if it were a hot coal against her skin. Last year, some of her friends had attempted another experiment, putting her in extreme weather conditions and, thinking that her survival instincts would kick in, but they hadn’t. In some ways, her “allergy” had gotten worse. Thankfully, since then she was able to have eyebrows and hair like other girls. Her allergy had gotten to the point where she had to shave off all hair but in the past year she had been able to grow it back thanks to medications that prevented her body from recognizing the hair as foreign objects on her. All except her pubic hair. That area had to remain bare or she would feel the ever present choking. She was meticulous about shaving it every day to ensure that no stubble grew. She hated having to do it, wishing that she could grow her pubic hair back and give her poor vagina at least that covering but it was not to be. She remembered back in freshman year when her pubic hair had meant so much to her before that awful Nevada McMichaels had shaved it off and forced her to keep it bare. That day, walking on campus, was one of her worst as she had to hear whispers of surprise at her bare mound. In some ways, it was like walking naked for the first time on campus. After the extreme weather experiments, she had lost all hope of ever wearing clothes. She assumed that she would always be naked. In some ways, it was okay, knowing it meant she could maybe deal with it. For a while, it had been fine but then she got pregnant with Ella. She had never been so happy to miss a period. She and Rod had discussed it and she had come off the pill but she had heard that it could take months even years before her cycle was back to normal. Somehow, in her first month off the pill, she had gotten pregnant. But, that had awakened something deep inside her psyche. As her stomach grew, so did her isolation. She feared going out, at first because she didn’t want everyone to see her bulging belly. Of course, in typical Tami fashion, she hadn’t gained much weight at all, nearly all the weight she gained was baby, but to a girl always on display, even this little bit of weight gain was unsightly. Then, she became afraid of going out. A naked pregnant girl would draw attention and be mocked. Could she defend herself and her poor defenseless baby? She made fewer and fewer appearances out of the house, only going out for visits to the ob and when she had to (grocery shopping, family events, etc.). The doctor was very accommodating, understanding the delicate issues of an always naked patient. She had written a birthing plan so everyone involved (her partners, the nurses and others) would clearly know about Tami’s situation and treat her appropriately. Of course very woman has to deal with the indignity of having her legs spread and her vagina on display for everyone in the room. Tami had long experience with it, all of it bad, and memories flocked to her. She had sobbed as she delivered Ella, out of happiness for having a daughter and at the awful memories that scene evoked. Then the wonderfulness of being a mom and having a beautiful little girl had overwhelmed her. She knew that she would do anything to protect Ella and be the best mom that any girl could have. She had no idea how she would handle the eventual questions about her nudity. At some point, Ella would wonder why she wore clothes and Daddy wore clothes and all of the men and women and boys and girls on TV and in books wore clothes but not Mommy. But that was for later, not when Ella was just a baby and belonged to her and not the world. She assumed that she would be the nude mom in the carpool line, at Back to School nights, at Parent-Teacher conferences, on the sidelines at soccer games and cheerleading. A part of her cringed thinking about it but she knew that she would be there for Ella no matter what, even if she had to endure the stares and snickers of the other parents. She wondered if Ella would be ashamed of her and ask her not to come to those things, to have Rod there alone. That would break Tami’s heart. Now Harridance was sitting in her living room, giving her hope. Was it false hope like all the others? Please God, let this work, she prayed. Tami Clothes Experiment, Part 4 The Campbell-Frank campus was just starting to come to life. The morning cool was still in the air; despite it being just early October, there had been frost last night and the grass was still covered with a thin sheen of ice. In a few minutes, the frost would disappear but the air was still nippy. Anyone waking early to go for a run would have been surprised to see a naked girl obviously laboring as she walked down the main path. That naked girl walked in a herky jerky motion. Her feet were spread grotesquely apart with a bar in between. From that bar, another bar angled up towards the area between her legs. Up close it was clear that the bar had a dildo attached to it and that was nestled inside her sex, causing her to quiver. The dildo was controlled by a remote that a Chalfont student controlled. His job was to operate it at different intervals throughout the experiment. Her breasts were bright red balls, with ropes tied around the base to make the breasts stand out. Because she was full of milk, her breasts ached terribly. On her chest hung two rods, looking to be made of bamboo, which crushed the nipples until they were flat. Her wrists were tied to a belt that hung around her waist so she could do nothing to relieve the strain on her boobs or undo the bar at her ankles. She had a gag in her mouth with saliva dripping out of it and onto her tender breasts. Standing next to her, bundled up in a winter coat, was a student from Chalfont who carried a sign. “I am Tami Smithers, CFC Class of 2008, and I am the campus nudist. I am walking today as part of a scientific experiment. Please feel free to touch my breasts or look more closely at the dildo inside me.” Tami had been walking this path for about 15 minutes with another 15 minutes to go for this session. She had not thought she could go through with it when Harridance explained the plan to her. “Tami, I want you to undergo many of the same shameful experiments that you did freshman year but without the benefit of a loving, caring support team with you,” he said. “I propose that you go back to Campbell-Frank, pretend you are the nudist who has no modesty, and get your mind back to those awful days.” “Why,” she said, her face covered in anguish. She did not know if she could suffer the same humiliations from freshman year all over again but the need for clothing nearly outweighing it. “And what if it doesn’t work? Then I’m just humiliating myself for nothing.” “Babe, I can’t imagine having to go through these things that Dr. Harridance is suggesting and I would never be strong enough to deal with it,” Rod said. “But I know you and I know you are strong enough to withstand anything. If it doesn’t work, then you just come home and we live life the same way we’ve been living it for the past few years.” Tami thought it over. She was torn between the safety and sanctity of the life she had created in her house and the terror that rose in her throat every time she had to leave the house. She did not want to raise Ella in that terror or limit herself in any way. “Fine, I’ll do it,” she said. “What’s the plan?” The first “experiment” was scheduled today. The dildo was connected to an anal probe that would record the orgasms that she achieved in that time. Harridance wanted to test the female endurance. It was important to Tami that the experiments be real. She had to believe that she was doing something that was helping science or she would not go through with it. No one on campus, short of the new dean and Congi, would know that she was anything but a nudist who did not believe in modesty. They would treat her like any other scientific subject. Some students would know her but it had been two years since her graduation so many would not. The humiliation of being exposed to this new group of students was almost more than she could bear. And this experiment was terrible shaming. She would undergo this one all day, in several increments. First, she would walk the path for 30 minutes and have the amount of her orgasms recorded. Then she would stand in place for 30 minutes and the same process would be recorded. Then she would lay down on the hard concrete wall for 30 minutes and her orgasms recorded. Between each session, she would be undone and allowed 15 minutes break. After the third session, one complete round, she would be given an hour for lunch. The only concession to the fact that she was a nursing mother was she would be given 15 minutes to express her milk, which would be kept in a cooler and brought to Ella at the end of the day. That had been the toughest part of agreeing to this plan. Dr. Harridance had asked her for 10 days on campus, completely away from Rod, Ella and her home. She had balked but Harridance’s reasons had been sound. She had to feel completely alone and isolated, just as she was during the terrible first year. If she had a house and loving people to run to, this would not work. Tonight, Tami would move into a lounge in Pilgrim Hall, not far from her old room. Of course, she would be on constant display as the lounge would still be in use. She would have no blankets, sheets or pillows. She was allowed to move in several wash cloth towels, a hair brush, a razor, shaving cream, shampoo, conditioner and soap. Not even makeup was allowed because it would “cover” her. Tami kept walking. She knew that hardly anyone was up now but that her “experiment” would soon draw many observers. She wondered if she could go along with it. As she turned, Tami noticed that three girls, all in jogging outfits, stopped and stared, their mouths open in shock. They read the sign and giggled. “Oh my God, Tami Smithers? I had heard about you but you had graduated. How awesome!” She walked over to Tami and pressed her index finger into the girl’s taut boob, causing a groan of pain. “WOW. That must kill. You are too much.” The other girls touched her boobs too, amazing at the stretched skin. Tami hated them because they looked so cute in their tight running pants (one wore cute shorts) and jackets that zipped over t-shirts that hugged their curves. And they wore sneakers on their feet, blessed cover on this cold day. They hung around until Tami’s body tensed and she quaked as her third orgasm of the day hit. All three stood stunned and then laughed at her. Tami felt three inches tall. The girls dispersed but Tami was sure they would be back, with friends. The time was up and Jenkins, the Chalfont student, began the task of undoing her bindings. Harridance had figured that she could not stand a full day bound as she had been so he called for 30 minute increments. Tami stood there as the man first undid the leather straps that had been looped around her boobs and then the bamboos on her nipples. She cried out in pain as blood flowed back into those areas, a pain worse then what had been inflicted the first time they had been put on. Then Jenkins slowly withdrew the anal probe, wiping it clean with sterilized sheets, and then unscrewed the vaginal dildo. To do this, he had to spin it, causing Tami to cry out in her fourth orgasm of the day. Jenkins smiled shyly. “sorry.” Finally, he undid the ankle spreader and the wrist belt and the girl was free of her bindings. 
Lastly, he released the ball gag and Tami gulped a bottle of water greedily. She sat on the bench Indian style and tried to pretend she was anywhere but here. After a short rest, just 15 minutes, Jenkins began the process of outfitting her again, causing her to moan at his touch. It took 20 minutes to refit everything on her and the next stage began. Tami stood there as Jenkins masterfully played her body to three more orgasms. After the 30 minutes were up, she was again undone. This time, the unscrewing did not lead to an orgasm, though the woman gasped as he undid it. Again Tami sat down on a bench. This time, two girls came up to her. “You are Tami Smithers? The nudist right? My sister knew you. She says she put her finger in this girl’s ass while she came. Is that true?” Tami looked up in shock. This was Lorinda’s sister. Her nemesis’ sister was a student at Cambell-Frank and was witnessing this horror. Would things ever change? “Yes, that’s true,” Tami said shyly, her face beet red. “It was a demonstration for women who had trouble achieving orgasm.” The two young girls looked at Tami in awe. “My name’s Kiely and I am very glad to meet you,” the girl said. “This is Donna. I can’t wait to tell Lorinda that I met you. She talked about you alot.” I bet, thought Tami, who shook their extended hands as the girls walked away excitedly. Kiely seemed nicer than her sister, she thought, but of course she didn’t know many people meaner than her. Time was up and she was refit. This time, she laid on the concrete bench, the anal probe stuffed further into her. Laying there, she experienced five orgasms, crying out as a crowd gathered to watch over their lunch hour. “Oh God,” she cried out, “please no more…” Tami stood in line, tray in hand, as she waited to place her order in the CF cafeteria. It had been years since she had eaten here. The dining hall had been the scene of so many of her best and worst moments during her naked sentence. There had been the wonderful meals surrounded by her friends and there had been the awful public orgasms while making eye contact with Ross. She shivered just thinking about it. The naked girl felt the cold tile under her bare feet as she waited in the salad line. Though the fries and chicken fingers and cheeseburgers were available and waiting for anyone interested, the healthy options had a long wait. A girl always on display had to watch what she ate so it was the salad line for Tami. She noticed that many of the students were standing back, taking her full nudity in. She wondered what was left to see after her display out front. Many students had stayed and watched her cum over and over. She got her salad, added a diet soda, and walked towards a table at the back of the cafeteria. It was a favorite of hers, one relatively hidden from the regular traffic. Unfortunately, it is visible from the outside because of a large window but still, for an always naked girl, it was the best she could hope for. No sooner had she sat down then a group of four students, three men and a woman, approached. "You're Tami Smithers, right," said a man, obviously gay. He set his tray down on Tami's table and leaned in. "Campbell-Frank's nudist, right?" Tami nodded. "We are friends of Jeffrey Dillon, we're photo majors too," he said. "Mind if we join you?" The nude girl didn't know what to say. Though she really didn't want company, she also thought that having a table full of people might be helpful. So, she shook her head and the four students sat. She noticed that the girl jostled the others so she could sit next to Tami. She looked at Tami with a face that Tami had seen before on her roommate Jen. This girl was obviously a lesbian. "I'm Jordan and this is Timmy and Jake," he said pointing to the other men. "And that is Ally." "I have three of your photos hanging in my apartment," Ally said, sliding her hand onto Tami's bare leg. The nude girl flinched but made no other movement except with her eyes which darted around the room before landing on Ally. "Don't worry about me, I'm not embarrassed about this," she said, moving between Tami's legs and rubbing the girl's slit. Tami froze but let out a soft moan at the intimate touch. After all of the unwanted orgasms, she still yearned for the personal touch and her sex watered instantly. "Ally are you diddling her," Jordan asked. He and the other two boys moved their head under the table and laughed. "Yep, you are too much." Ally kept rubbing and then slid one finger then another inside. Tami moaned and closed her eyes. She did not believe that she was about to experience a public orgasm at the hand of a girl she had just met. Tami's body shuddered, causing the table to move. That got the attention of nearby tables who murmured. Tami heard them whisper but tried to block it out, concentrating only on the wonderful fingers rubbing her. Finally, she came, moaning out despite not wanting to draw any attention. Shortly the whole dining hall was watching as she spasmed into a wonderful, but humiliating orgasm. Applause filled the room as she finally settled back in her chair. Ally removed her fingers and licked them. Tami felt a bit repulsed but the others at the table laughed and joined in the cheers. Finally, everyone turned their attention back to their lunch. Tami Clothes Experiment, Part 5 Ally leaned in and said softly, “thank you for that honor Tami. I have always wanted to do that.” Tami didn’t know what to say to the awkward girl. Instead she just smiled and said “you’re welcome,” which seemed like a strange thing to say to a girl who just fingered you to orgasm. The nude girl’s face was still red as she sat there, trying to get her bearings back. She finally got back to the point where she could eat her salad without her hands shaking. “So Tami, why are you back at Campbell-Frank,” Tim asked. “Getting a Master’s degree or something?” Tami swallowed her mouthful of lettuce, which gave her time to rehearse her carefully planned answer. “I used to help the Chalfont institute with experiments and they asked if I could come back and help them. For someone like me, without any modesty, it was no problem.” “I can’t believe you walk around butt naked all the time,” Jake said, obviously the only heterosexual in the group. “I wish more girls would be like that.” Ally licked her lips. “Me too,” she said, laughing. “Well, I don’t pretend that it’s not difficult sometimes,” Tami said. “But it is my religion and I try to live it as best I can.” The conversation changed to Jeffrey, Tami’s lovable friend who used her as his model for his major college photography thesis. He had graduated before Tami was now a famous fashion photographer in New York City. His work recently graced the cover of Abercrombie’s catalog. “I miss Jeffrey,” Tami said sadly. “He was a good friend.” “Me too,” Jordan said, looking lustfully out in space. Apparently Ally was not the only person with a crush. The group sat in quiet for a minute, which gave Ally another chance to put her left hand on Tami’s inner thigh. Tami took a deep breath, preparing herself to have her sex assaulted again, but the girl was content to just slide her hands along Tami’s bare thighs. The naked girl had to admit that it felt really good and she found herself sliding her leg over towards Ally so the girl had better access. “Where are you staying on campus,” Timmy asked. “Pilgrim Hall,” Tami said, her voice sounding a bit dreamy as she enjoyed the thigh massage she was receiving, “in one of the lounges.” “I’m in Pilgrim Hall, maybe I can stop by,” Ally said, leering at the naked girl. “Um, sure, that would be great,” Tami said, wondering whether she had found another Jen. She slid her leg away from Ally and stood. “Thank you for sitting with me at lunch, making me look like less of a loser.” She was very aware of the stares of her table mates on her bare breasts, now eye level, and her pubic mound just peeking over the table top. “Trust me Tami, you could never look like a loser,” Ally said. “You are a hero to so many of us.” Tami blushed. She most certainly did not feel like a hero to anyone but smiled and thanked the girl. It was now back to the experiments. Tami Clothes Experiment, Part 6 Finally, at 5 p.m., Tami was released from the experiments. She had lost track of the amount of orgasms she had experienced (it was well over 50) and was completely exhausted and humiliated. Everyone had seen her body convulsing. The walking had been the worst, trying to move as her body was racked by orgasms was horrible. She was surprised she had made it through. Having to spread her legs to have the outfit put on and taken off was also very shameful. So many had watched the intimate movements and they had asked questions of her “assistant.” She had been joined by three different assistants, Chalfont students who conducted the experiments. Each had their own way of inserting the apparatus and attaching the restraints. Tami hated this exposure and desperately wanting clothes. She looked with longing at every girl who walked by. She saw them in their warm hoodies and sweatpants and jeans and boots and sneaks and sweaters and, probably, socks and bras and panties. She wanted to be like them, not this naked experiment. “Oh God, why can’t I wear clothes,” she prayed silently as another orgasm had washed over her. She probably should have walked over to the dining hall for dinner but she was bone tired and decided to head to her “room” in Pilgrim Hall. Calling it a room is a gross overstatement. It was just a mattress with a table that contained her toiletries and a few little washcloths. Tami wasn’t sure she would be able to get used to using the washcloths again. She took full advantage of owning her own home and had grown accustomed to drying herself with a full bath towel. But, she had to remain true to form and during her “nudist” days she used washcloths. She held her ID card in her hand. Her ankle pouch was in her room, waiting for her. She had been through several versions of the pouch in her days since graduation. Lately, she kept everything in a backpack type purse that allowed her the use of more things (things that every woman needs) but wasn’t covering her in any way. Still, here at Campbell Frank, it was thought she should go back to keeping her entire life in a little ankle pouch, reducing her to barely human status. Nothing would cover her nudity. She slid the card into the door and it buzzed. This door was an upgrade from her old days in Pilgrim when a key was needed. Now, every swipe let the college know who was entering the building. Tami followed the old familiar path through the brightly lit lobby and down the glassed in corridors that led to the stairs. She trudged up to the fourth floor and then to the floor lounge where she found her bed set up. A group of girls were perched on a nearby couch watching TMZ on Fox, the show where celebrities are caught in embarrassing moments. Tami could barely watch the show, feeling so bad for the girls when their panties or worse were showing up their skirts. She knew what it was like to have “private” parts shown to all and to be humiliated. A part of Tami wondered how these girls could be so careless though. If she were clothed, she would make sure that she always wore panties and got into those cars with her knees together. Of course, she would never wear the short skirts that these girls did. Tami would be buying clothes at the same places the nuns did from her old church school. All four girls stared at her as they walked in. One giggled. “Look, it’s the nudist, girls,” the bigger girl in the middle said loudly. She was obviously the leader of this group. “The one who was cumming in all of our faces today.” Tami’s face blushed but she ignored the comments and went to her bed. She sat and started putting her ID and other things in her ankle pouch. “Nuddie girl, why are you here,” the girl continued. “Get your kicks showing your hootch off to everyone?” “I’m sorry I’ve upset you,” Tami said softly, not believing the anger being directed at her. “I am a nudist and I’m helping the Chalfont Institute with some experiments.” “Yeah, yeah, doing it all for science,” the girl said. “You’re no different than the whores on this show. Just trying to get publicity by showing off your pussy and boobs. Congratulations Nudist Girl, everyone noticed you today.” With that, the girl flicked off the TV and stormed out of the room, followed by two of the other girls. The fourth one stood looking at Tami, her face silently apologizing for the words of her friend. “I’m Marcie, sorry about that,” she said to Tami. “I think Tina might be jealous of you.” “Marcie, my room now,” a voice that obviously belonged to Tina bellowed. “Got to go,” she said, making her way out of the lounge. “Nice to meet you.” Tami exhaled for the first time since the verbal assault began. She hadn’t even realized that she had stopped breathing during the encounter. A single tear ran down her cheek as her humiliation seeped through. She hadn’t felt like this since those awful days freshman year. Tami Clothes Experiment, Part 7 Her breasts ached and she felt full. Normally she nursed Ella three or four times a day. She had to express her milk. Grabbing the breast pump, she attached the cups to her nipples and began the process of letting her milk flow into the bottles. She started to cry at the embarrassment of pumping her milk here in the dorm lounge with the chance that anyone could walk in and see her in this intimate moment. Plus she missed Rod and Ella. Just then the door opened. It was Ally. “Whoa Tami, what’s this, another experiment,” the girl asked, her eyes wide in fascination as she examined the nude girl’s nipples being suctioned with the milk flowing into the tubes. “Um, no,” Tami said shyly. “I have a little girl and if I don’t do this my boobs hurt so much.” Tami realized the position she was in and cringed but did not dare move. She was sitting on the edge of the mattress, her feet flat on the floor, shoulder width apart. She knew that Ally had an unobstructed view of her pussy and one look at the girl’s eyes verified that. “Tami, I hope you don’t mind but…” The girl dropped to her knees in front of Tami and, before the nude girl could move, was positioned between her thighs. Tami gasped in surprise and then moaned in pleasure. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” she cried out in terror and pleasure. She did not want this, desperately wanted to be left alone but, as a nudist, she could not object. Both of her hands were occupied with the breast pump so she could not force Ally away but tried to close her thighs. This only caused Ally to hold on for dear life, her tongue moving frantically. Tami felt Ally’s soft sweater rub against her bare thighs and then lower the girl’s rough jeans against her bare calves and feet. Just the sensation of being so close to female clothes (a rare occasion in her life) caused her to quiver. Ally’s method was much different then Jen’s. While Jen used her tongue as a weapon, poking here and there and everywhere, Ally flattened hers up and down the length of the Tami’s slit, beginning at the bottom, near the anus and moving up to the clit and then back down. It was slow and oh so wonderful. Tami could not help but moan. But this was not fun for her. She hated the public orgasms. At least she had the excuse of science earlier outside the dining hall but this was so intimate and made her look like a lesbian whore. She knew that an orgasm was the end result of this encounter; she hoped that it would happen soon, before anyone came into the lounge. Ally’s long, languid licks were having their desired effect on Tami and her body started to quiver. The combination of Ally between her legs and the suctioning on her nipples was just right and she began moving towards the cliff. Just then, the lounge door opened. Tami’ head, which had lowered as the orgasm approached, flew up to see what had walked in. Her stomach lurched as she saw Tina standing in the doorway, her face registering the shock as she came upon this lesbian scene. “Christ, you are really a slut aren’t you,” she said. “I have to go and tell everyone.” “Noo,” Tami moaned but the girl was gone. There was no way to derail this train, she thought. A few years back, seeing Tami getting licked to orgasm was a common sight on campus but most of the students here now were unaccustomed to it. “OHHH,” Tami screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm built a bit more. She attempted to raise her hips off the mattress but Ally had her locked down. Tami felt great anguish as she tried to get off as quickly as possible before Tina arrived with more people. It was shaming being brought to orgasm by this total stranger in the dorm lounge but to have it happen in front of a leering crowd was even worse to the girl who still felt shame despite years of assaults on it. Tami pushed her pelvis into Ally’s face, trying to help the girl bring her off faster. Ally, sensing that an orgasm was imminent, began concentrating on the girl’s erect clit. Tami stiffened as this new pleasure registered in her. “OH MY GODDDDD, AAAH,” she cried out. Orgasm was so close she could almost taste it. Just then, the door swung open and several students, led by Tina, stormed into the room. Tami Clothes Experiment, Part 8 “Holy shit,” one of the guys cried out in surprise as he saw the scene in front of him. That got Ally’s attention and she stopped her ministrations on Tami’s sex and looked up. The group saw her face coated in Tami’s juices and smirked. “Hi guys,” Ally said with a smile. “What’s up?” “Ally, you are too much,” one of the girls said laughing. “Should have known it’d be you doing this.” Ally’s eyes twinkled as she gave a smile and turned her back to Tami. It had been coitus interruptus for the naked girl who had been so close to cumming. Now she had backed off a bit and Ally had to begin her assault anew. Tami moaned out in shame and pleasure as several of the students gathered around. The only sound in the room was the buzz of the breast pump and the moaning of the nude girl who writhed on the bed, a prisoner in this bizarre scene. Ally was good and quickly had Tami on the cusp again. Just then, more people streamed in. “Hey, what are you guys do--, oh my God!” It was Marcie and some other girls and they were stunned. Again Ally stopped and looked up. “I’m licking Tami off,” she said shyly. “It’s been a dream of mine since I heard about her.” “Oh man, I heard this stuff used to go on all the time,” one of the girls with Marcie said. “I can’t believe I’m seeing it.” Ally got back to work, again having to work to get Tami going again. The group was growing and talked amongst themselves. Some of the conversation was about Tami but the girl heard a few other conversations about classes and what was going on that night. Tami felt so dirty being used so intimately while girls just a few feet away were idly chatting. She did not have that luxury any more. How she wanted clothes! “OH GOD,” she screamed out in a voice that was very un-Tami like. That stopped all conversations as all eyes focused on the two girls engaged in their Sapphic love. Tami eyes opened wide as the force of her full orgasm hit her. She hadn’t cum like this in years, since those awful days in college when her nudity was forced upon her. She had not felt this depth of shame and humiliation since then either. “OH OH OH HOHHHHHHHHH,” she screamed, bucking her hips up and down off the mattress. Ally hung on for dear life as Tami’s orgasm rose and crested. Finally, after several contractions and strangled cries of shame and pleasure, Tami’s body went limp and she collapsed to the mattress, a wet, soggy, shamed mess. She began to sob in shock and humiliation. She thought she was done but Ally’s tongue kept going. “NO, please NO,” she shouted, trying to push the girl away but Ally kept at it and shortly Tami was on the road to orgasm again. The crowd, which had quieted during the orgasm, began talking again, laughing nervously at the scene in front of them and gossiping about other things. Some drifted off to the hall (all girls of course; the guys weren’t going anywhere) and others chatted while keeping their eyes on Tami. “OHHHHHH GOD,” she screamed as her second orgasms crested. The crowd began cheering as Ally kept going and going. Tami collapsed, the suction cups still attached to her nipples. Ally had finally finished, after torturing Tami with six orgasms, more than Jen had managed at that awful orgasm demonstration during freshman year. Ally lovingly embraced Tami around the waist as the lounge emptied. Tina smiled sadistically, showing Tami her camera phone. “This is great video,” she said with a smile. “This is going online now. Bye dear.” Tami groaned in shame. She hated being naked and desperately wanted clothes. The feel of Ally hugging her, her sweater so soft and warm, was almost too much to bear. “You are a miracle Tami, an absolute miracle,” Ally said with a reverent smile. “I was honored to do that for you.” The naked girl smiled weakly and summoned the energy to undo the cups and put the milk into the cooler under her bed. “Thank you Ally,” she said. “You are a nice girl. I appreciate your love for me but I don’t think we should do this again. People might be uncomfortable by it.” “Hell with them,” the pretty girl said, getting to her feet. Using one of the Tami’s few wash cloths, she wiped her face free of Tami’s juices. “What we did was beautiful. I’m not embarrassed by it and I know you’re not. What’s the harm?” “Well, it’s a public lounge Ally,” Tami said, trying to talk sense to this lovely but naïve girl. “Some other kids might not--.” “Don’t worry about it,” Ally said, walking towards the lounge door. “They’ll get used to it. See you soon.” Tami watched her leave and felt empty. This was awful and brought her back to her days as a freshman when everyone seemed out to get the naked girl. She yearned for those days to end and yet she had willingly chose to come back. She prayed that Dr. Harridance’s theory worked. Exahusted, Tami laid down and fell asleep, despite the lack of pillow, blanket or even a sheet. She curled up in the fetal position, her back and butt facing the wall. This was the most covered position she could think of; anyone walking in would know that a naked girl was asleep on the mattress but would not be able to see anything but her legs and side. For her, this was covered. She drifted off into a fitful, nightmare racked sleep.

The Embarrassing Nude Calendar by Debbifan Part One Debbi and Diane were bickering. So what's new ? Debbi and Diane were always bickering. They were the two hottest girls in the Sixth Form College and you know how it is with two hot girls. They either bond and build a select group of acolytes around them, or they continually lock horns to see who will come out as top dog. With Debbi and Diane, it was the latter case. The location for the bickering this time was a meeting to discuss fund raising efforts the sixth form had been tasked with, to assist in the cost of building an extension to the school library. The Sixth Form College was a semi-autonomous adjunct to the main school but members could still have prefect duties within the lower school and that was the case with our two rivals. Another common feature, when you had two competing hot girls, is that they would select less attractive disciples to back them up and make them look even better in contrast. With Diane and Debbi, these sidekicks were Susan and Carol respectively. The meeting was getting nowhere. Every time an idea was put forward, if one of Debbi or Diane expressed approval, the other would immediately shoot it down. Finally in frustration, one of the boys suggested "Look, why don't you two just have some kind of competition and we then go with the winner's idea ?" Initially, this caused yet more bickering. "Why bother with a competition ? I'd be bound to win anyway" said Debbi confidently. "Yeah, you wish" Diane replied scornfully. The boy pursued his idea. "You could team up. Deb and Carol against Diane and Susan ?" The two sidekicks were startled at being roped in. "Badminton" Diane suddenly exclaimed. "What? " said Debbi. " Badminton" repeated Diane "We play doubles against each other." "We could do I suppose but what's the wager ?" answered Debbi. "Losing pair poses for a naked calendar ! We sell it to raise funds" Diane came up with this idea out of the blue. There were cries of "Woo hoo" from the others present, while Susan and Carol looked taken aback. This didn't phase Debbi however. "You're on" she cried. "Winner gets to pose the losers however they want." "But the principal won't allow that" said Susan hopefully, desperate to get out of the contest. "He's given us a free hand" countered Debbi. "But it's rude" Carol tried to back Susan up. "Oh shush. We'll photoshop it with black squares or sparkles to cover any naughty bits" replied Diane. "Except for bums, they don't mind showing bare bums on these kind of calendars" added Debbi. Diane strode over later to where Debbi and Carol were seated together in the cafeteria. "I've cleared it with the principal" she announced. "What ?" said Debbi. "The calendar you're going to be posing for. He said it's fine as long as we make sure nothing shows" Diane continued. Diane was head girl, a fact that rankled with Debbi who was sure that the only reason Diane had got it was because of her family who were bigwigs on the local council. While not exactly from the wrong side of the tracks, Debbi's family background was more mundane. Still, it made sense for Diane to use her position to sweet talk the principal. "Great" answered Debbi. "Though of course it's going to be you posing for the calendar !" Although both hot, Debbi and Diane made a contrasting pair. Diane was blonde and quite tall with prominent tits and that kind of aristocratic English face that, if one was being unkind, reminded one of the horses she loved to ride. Debbi was more petite, both in build and features with small but perky tits. She inherited her dark hair and olive skin tone from her Italian grandmother. They were both athletic in their own way, had played against each other before and would be evenly matched in a badminton contest but Debbi was confident she held the edge with Carol. Another brunette, rather plain and heavier set than Debbi but pugnacious in any sporting activity. Diane's mousy partner Susan in contrast was bookish and always seemed to hang back during anything remotely physical. "I don't want to show everyone my bare bum" Carol said anxiously once Diane had left them. "You won't have to" Debbi responded confidently. "I can handle Diane and as for Susan, come on ! You'll wipe the floor with her." Carol considered her rival and was suitably reassured. Excitement built steadily over the following days as the news filtered down through the lower school. As part of her prefect duties, Debbi was overseeing a rowdy group of third formers at lunch break that happened to include Diane's bratty brother George who, if anything, had an even bigger sense of entitlement than his older sister. First she had to admonish him for having his feet up on the table. Then he began throwing French fries around with his friends. "Stop that George, or you're going into detention and I don't care who your dad is" threatened Debbi. "Yeah ? Wait 'til we get to see your tits" George retaliated. "Any photos are going to be tastefully censored and in any case, they'll be of your precious sister and not of me" said Debbi, before deciding that she wouldn't stoop any further to their provocation. But George would not let it lie and began to lead his mates in a chant of "Get your tits out !" "Right, that's it. You're in detention on Friday" stormed Debbi. "You can't do that to me" George was outraged. "Just you watch me" Debbi replied. "Nobody gives me detention" George was complaining to Diane. "Oh for goodness sake, suck it up. It's only an hour of sitting there being bored." Diane had little sympathy. "But I lose face with the gang" George complained. Diane began to smirk. "Do you know how to set up a WhatsApp group ?" she asked. George was offended. "Of course I do" he said indignantly. "Well, set up one with your gang if you haven't already got one. Include me. I can guarantee that you'll soon return to hero status" Diane laughed. The bickering and rivalry continued to grow. "Oh look, it's this year's model" said Debbi, as Diane and Susan approached them once more in the sixth form common room. "I just thought I'd let you know that I've arranged who's going to be taking your photos" Diane announced. "Your photos you mean" countered Debbi. "No, yours. Anyway, a business associate of my dad runs a design company and he employs this professional photographer and he has the proper lighting and everything" Diane explained. Debbi grudgingly admitted that it was a good idea to make sure they had a professional looking product for the fund raising, even if the original reason for the contest had been somewhat forgotten amidst the rivalry. "It'll be good to have someone who knows what he's doing when I'm directing how you and Susan will pose" she said. The day of the badminton match arrived and Debbi and Carol were having a light lunch of pasta when Diane came over to their table. " A slight change of plan Debbi" she announced. "What do you mean, change of plan ?" Debbi was immediately suspicious. "Susan's sick, she can't play" Diane continued. "Oh how very convenient" Debbi replied sarcastically. "So you're chickening out ?" "Not at all, I've got a replacement. Aditty's going to play" Diane answered. "Who ?" "Aditty. You know, she joined us after the start of term" "Oh, the refugee" said Debbi. Empathy never was one of her strong points. She hadn't taken much notice of the small quiet Muslim girl but she did not envisage her being any upgrade on Susan. "Yeah, OK, whatever" Debbi agreed dismissively. By this stage any thought of actually losing this bet seemed out of the question to her. Unfortunately, it would have paid Debbi to pay a little more attention to the plight of this latecomer to the class. Because Aditty had not arrived from the chaos of Kabul airport but from the streamlined confines of Dubai, where she had been training with the Afghan women's team for the Asian Games at the time of the Taliban takeover. And if her request for political asylum was granted, she intended to try out for the UK badminton team ! There was an interested crowd of sixth formers for the badminton match. Their interest was not in the game itself but everyone now knew what was riding on the result. Debbi, Carol and Diane were all wearing the standard school PE kit. Aditty wore a very stylish Nike hijab tracksuit. Debbi wondered about a Muslim girl. "Is she going to be OK with stripping off for the calendar when you lose ?" she asked Diane. "Oh, in that very unlikely event, Susan will take over when she's over her cold" Diane responded. Debbi let it slide. It was clear that both Carol and Susan were minor players in this rivalry and what people were most focused on, was which of Diane or Debbi would end up posing in the buff ! In the end, it wasn't even close. Whatever Debbi or Carol did succeed in getting back over the net was returned with interest by Aditty. Debbi became more and more desperate but her increasingly frantic efforts more often than not ended in an ungainly heap on the floor, to laughter from the audience. The contest ended in more bickering and acrimony. "Well, that was pretty conclusive" asserted Diane. "You cheated" stormed Debbi. "And how, pray, did I cheat ?" "You knew how good Aditty was" "Oh, so you remember her name now ?" "It was supposed to be Susan" "But Aditty's a member of the school, it was still a doubles match between two teams and you lost !" "But she wasn't going to strip." Debbi pointed at Aditty accusingly. "So what ? Somebody would have done had you happened to win but as it was, you could hardly have lost more comprehensively" said Diane. The bickering transferred to being between Debbi and Carol. "This is all your fault" accused Carol. "There's no way we can lose you said. It'll be easy you said. What a laugh it'll be posing Diane you said. Now everyone's going to see my bum on a calendar" she fumed. "Shut up" said Debbi. "Nobody'll be looking at your photos anyway, they just want to see me !" Her vanity had not diminished but that was hardly a way to keep her friend onside ! Access to the gym had been arranged for the weekend so that there would be privacy for the calendar shoot. The gym was chosen as the setting for the photos since it had been the venue for the fateful badminton match and because there was easy access to it from the changing rooms. The photographer was setting up his lights and equipment when Debbi and Carol arrived. "This is Phil." Diane introduced the prematurely balding guy who seemed to be in his thirties. "I've left a pair of robes in the changing rooms" Diane continued. "How thoughtful" replied Debbi sarcastically. "Isn't it just ? Strip off in there and then come out in the robes" instructed Diane, already settling into her role of directing the shoot. Part Two "Bloody hell Carol" said Debbi. "What?" said Carol. "Your bush !" said Debbi. "What ?" said Carol. "Don't you ever trim it ?" "My mum doesn't let me. She says only tarts shave their bush." Carol tried not to glance at her friend's normally clean shaven pussy. "Your mum ?" exclaimed Debbi incredulously. "Your mum sees your bush ?" "She just seems to know somehow" " Bloody hell Carol !" The pair were undressing in the locker room. The bush conversation continued. "Anyway, nobody will see it, they're going to block out all our naughty bits" Carol argued. "I know but they'll need a pretty big box to block out that" answered Debbi. Carol finally ventured a look at her fellow model and companion in distress. "Well what of it ? I can see a bit of designer stubble coming through on you" she observed. "What ?" said Debbi. "Look, nine o'clock shadow !" Debbi glanced down. It had been a day or so since she had attended to herself down there and she had run out of time this morning. Her Italian genes did lead to a rather luxuriant growth if she was tardy in keeping it under control. "Yeah, well, whatever. As you say, nobody's going to see that detail." While this was going on, Diane was finishing preparations with Phil the cameraman. "So, you're going to download the photos to my laptop so I can study them at home and decide which ones we'll use for the calendar ?" she reasserted. "Sure, whatever you want, your dad's paying" Phil confirmed. "Then you can do your magic to Photoshop the things we can't show ?" "Yeah, that's routine" said Phil. The two reluctant models made their way put into the gym, clad only in the robes Diane had provided. "Ah, there you are ladies" Diane greeted their reappearance. "Now as you remember, it was part of the bet that the winning team would pose the losers in whatever way they saw fit. I'm sure your evil minds were already thinking about what you were going to do to me and Susan ?" Carol had given it no thought at all but Debbi looked guilty. " I see that you had Debbi" Diane laughed. "Susan and Aditty couldn't be here this morning but they gave me a couple of requests and I have more than enough ideas of my own. So slip those robes off and we can get started !" Debbi and Carol bowed to the inevitable and shrugged the robes off of their shoulders. Diane greedily inspected their naked forms. "Bloody hell Carol" she exclaimed. "What ?" said Carol. "Your bush" said Diane. As it happened, for her nefarious purposes Diane was much more interested in Debbi. She was pleased to see that Debbi was ostensibly shaved, even if there was a day or two's growth. That didn't obscure anything and would add a little detail of interest to any viewers would would be zooming in on the photos she intended to obtain. Phil had also been studying the two bodies he would be working with in a professional capacity. "You can still see the marks from their underwear on their bodies" he remarked. "Oh, that's OK" said Diane. "It just emphasizes that they're not wearing their underwear any more" she joked. "Right ladies. As you know, it was agreed with the principal that bare bums would be ok to be shown uncensored. So for the cover, I thought it would be nice to have a shot of you both standing together with your back to the camera but looking over your shoulder so we can see those pretty faces !" Part Three "I don't want my bum on the cover" squealed Carol. "Everyone will see it in the shops without having to buy it" she continued. "Who cares what you want loser" replied Diane harshly. "Winner calls the shots, that was the agreed deal and we want bare bums on the cover !" Debbi and Carol shuffled forward with their backs to the camera. Diane giggled. This was going to be so much fun. Of course she had no interest in seeing naked girls but she would get a huge kick out of humiliating and ridiculing Debbi. Carol's participation was an incidental as far as she was concerned. She also knew someone else close to her who was going to be over the moon with the results of her plan. "I said look over your shoulders at the camera" Diane reminded the unhappy pair. As Debbi and Carol did so they became acutely aware of Phil the cameraman, as if noticing him for the first time. "He's looking at us" said Debbi stupidly. "Well, duh !" laughed Diane. "What did you think he was going to do ? Turn his eyes away ?" Phil tried to put the two 17 year old girls at ease. "I'm only interested in the composition of the photo darling. I've done hundreds of these shoots, it's all in a day's work" he lied. In fact he was normally taking photos of beloved pets or spoiled children for doting grandparents, alongside his commercial work for local businesses such as Diane's father's. This was a much more interesting gig and he was already thinking of whether he could find a money making opportunity involving any out takes. But for now he concentrated on the job in hand. "Oh come on, don't look so miserable. Smile for the Camera" Diane instructed them. "Think of how great this is all going to be for our fund raising." Debbi and Carol offered up wan smiles. While his sister was having the time of her life, her younger brother George was not enjoying his Saturday morning at all. The 13 year old had never had detention before, nobody had ever dared to give him one before that bitch Debbi. He had been teased mercilessly by his gang already and now that it had come to it, this morning was as boring as hell and time was creeping along so slowly. George suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He had been able to bag a place at the rear of the class and wondered if he dare risk looking at his phone. Old Mr. Hudson at the front of the class seemed as bored as the kids and was even nodding off. He had told them that as long as they were quiet he wasn't going to bother them. George fished the phone from his pocket and saw that the message was from his sister together with an attachment which he opened. His hand shook with surprise and excitement. It was a photo. That bitch Debbi and her dopey friend. Stark naked ! You could see their bums and it was clearly them. He suddenly remembered that competition he had heard about. The sixth form had kept the result quiet but Diane must have won. He read the message. 'One for your mates. More to come. Much more !' "So Debbi. I've seen you in the gym and I'm sure that you're capable of doing the splits." Diane wanted to move on with her plan. "The splits ?" asked Debbi incredulously. "Yeah, surely you've seen some old cheerleader routines like they have in the States ?" "But cheerleaders wouldn't be naked" Debbi objected. "Winners get to pose losers as they want" Diane reminded her. "That was your idea if I remember correctly !" Debbi had to concede that it was. "But I don't think I can do the splits" she prevaricated. "Yes you can, you showed me once at yoga" said Carol helpfully. "Thanks a bunch" said Debbi. Debbi was perfectly capable of doing the splits of course. She could feel the heat rising to her face as she stared into the eye of the camera and could not help but envisage what it must be capturing. She knew her nipples and pussy would be blurred out or something but still... "Fine, now lift up your left arm and point upwards and have your right arm going back in a line from there to the floor. Lean back from the waist and thrust your tits out. That's it, tilt your head. Look sultry !" Diane was already really getting into this. "What do you want me to do ?" asked Carol. Diane had forgotten about her. "Oh, just stand off to the side there looking pretty" said Diane. "Can I cover ?" Carol asked. "Er, yeah, fine" said Diane distractedly, her attention focused on the stark exposure of Debbi. She didn't intend to have Carol in the shot anyway. Part Four Diane was relentless. The poses kept coming. "Sit down there Debbi. Can you hook your right foot behind your head ?" "What ? No ! No way am I that flexible." "See if you can help her get it there Carol." "Ow, no, it's too far." "Ok, ok. But you got it quite a long way up. So pretend that you are licking your foot." Relieved that her leg was not forced so far back as in the previous suggestion, Debbi complied. "That's it, give it a good lick, or better yet, suck your toe. Go ummm, it's really tasty !" "What do you want me to do ?" asked Carol. "Oh, just stand off to the side looking pretty." The camera clicked again with another fine view of Debbi's pussy. As she had with the photo of the splits and would do with all subsequent poses, Diane forwarded the pic on to her younger brother. "Over to the wall bars now Deb" continued Diane. She didn't normally call her 'Deb', they did not have that kind of relationship. But 'Debbi' was getting to be a bit of a mouthful each time and they had some way to go yet ! Debbi stood and made her way to the wall bars. "Right, I want to see how high you can lift your left leg. See if you can hook your foot over the fifth bar. Help her Carol." "Ow" Debbi winced. "Come on you can do it Deb" encouraged Carol as she pushed Debbi's ankle back. "You managed the splits." Debbi felt her pussy being stretched open along with her other ligaments ! "Excellent" observed Diane. "Spread out your arms to balance and look away as if lost in thought." "Shall I stand off to the side looking pretty ?" asked Carol. "You got it" said Diane. The phone kept vibrating in George's pocket. His frustration was huge now that he knew what each occasion was likely to mean but he did not dare to open the attachments again while in detention. He wouldn't have wanted to risk having his phone confiscated anyway but now its' contents were much too precious ! Twenty minutes to go. He would just have to wait. Then he could phone around and get all of his mates along to McDonalds and begin to bask in the glory ! "How come it's all just me ?" Debbi had begun to recognize the pattern. "Winners pose losers as they like" Diane repeated the mantra of Debbi's own devising. "But we may as well have you both in this one. Carol, stand alongside Debbi. Aditty suggested this one. I'm sure you've seen those Hindu goddesses ? Or at least a Bollywood movie ?" Diane demonstrated the stance with legs apart and bending at the knees and arms outstretched with wrists bent, so the hands pointed upwards. It looked innocent enough on the fully clothed Diane but displayed the naked forms of the two hapless losers admirably as they shuffled awkwardly into position. "Big smiles !" Part Five "Have you got a big enough emoji to block out that bush ?" Diane asked Phil as Carol assumed the Hindu goddess pose alongside Debbi. "I'll just use the usual sized one but can merge some skin tone to disguise the rest" the photographer replied. "The software's that good ?" Diane wondered. "You'd be surprised how much gets retouched with celebrities" said Phil. Diane was eager to get back to focusing solely on Debbi. "Right Deb. I want you to squat down as if you were taking a pee. Only make sure that you don't, we don't need a mess !" Debbi glowered at her rival. Rebellion kept rising within her but for now she just wanted to get this all over with. She sank to her haunches. "That's it. Now stick your tongue out and look cross eyed if you can. Flash us some peace signs." Debbi did her best to comply while keeping her balance. Diane looked at the resulting photo. Priceless. That was going to be one of her favorites. Not only were Debbi's tits and pussy fully visible in the shot but she looked utterly ridiculous too. George finally got out of detention. There was a queue at the bus stop but he could not resist taking a look at the second attachment his sister had sent. His eyes popped out of his head as he saw that prefect Debbi doing the splits. It was amazing and way beyond his febrile imaginings. He could see her tits and pussy and everything. He hastily closed the app before anyone else in the queue noticed what he was looking at. And the messages kept coming ! Somehow he resisted the urge to look at more there and then. He had to get home and download them all to his laptop where he could study them full size and store them safely. The guys would have to wait until the afternoon before he revealed his coup. "Turn your back to us for this one Deb" Diane instructed. "Legs apart and then bend from the waist to grab your ankles." "Oh, you're joking." Debbi's patience snapped again. "Winner poses loser as she thinks fit" was the only reply that she got. Debbi reluctantly complied. "Look between your legs." It wasn't only the effects of gravity that were causing the blood to run to Debbi's face when she thought of the view that she must be presenting to the camera. "Hmm, we haven't seen that side of you before yet" laughed Diane as Debbi's asshole came into view atop her pussy. "You're going to cover this up right ?" asked Debbi anxiously. "I've got a nice sunburst for that" Phil reassured her. "There" said Diane. "The sun will be shining out of your ass. We all know that you think that it does anyway !" Just then, the door to the gym opened. "Who's that ?" cried Debbi in alarm. "Only me" answered Susan. "Great, glad you could make it after all" said Diane. "I've been to the pet shop" Susan explained. "Good to see you Deb" she grinned at the inverted Debbi as Phil took the shot. "Bloody hell Carol" added Susan. "What ?" said Carol. "Your bush !" "Yeah, we've had this conversation" laughed Diane. "So, you've been to the pet shop ?" "Yeah, I got this collar and leash." "Ace ! OK Deb, down on all fours. Carol's going to be taking you for walkies !" Part Six "I'm not wearing a dog collar." Debbi was making token protests but she was still down on all fours and Susan was fixing the collar round her neck. "Looks like you are to me" said Susan as she handed the leash to Carol. "Lead her around the room a bit Carol and Phil can take photos as you go." Diane had realized that there was no need to limit the cameraman to taking just one shot for each pose, he could capture various angles. Phil took photos from the rear and also from the side which showed Debbi's tits hanging nicely. Her perky young tits didn't sag but they made a nice silhouette. "I could get used to this" laughed Carol. She knew she would feature in some of the shots but now also knew that Diane's focus was solely on Debbi and far from being resentful that her friend was getting all the attention, Carol thought that it was just what Debbi deserved for getting her into this mess in the first place. "It's like when I'm walking Charlie in the morning" Carol continued, referring to her Jack Russell. "Only Debbi doesn't keep stopping every few seconds to cock her leg !" "That's a brilliant idea Carol" said Diane, seizing on the prompt. "Lift your left leg Deb and make it look as if you're a little male doggy marking his territory." After the obligatory round of refusals and then reminders about the terms of the bet, Debbi did so and Phil took yet another embarrassing photo. "You're doing very well Debbi" said Diane patronizingly as Susan took off the dog collar. Carol was unconcerned about being left out of this praise. "Now you'll know this one too from your yoga" Diane continued. " I want you to do the reverse crab." Debbi glared at her tormentor but assumed a position leaning back with bent knees and her arms straight down from the shoulders. "No, that's only some sort of half crab" Diane objected. "Arch your back completely as far as it will go, throw your head right back and palms flat to the floor." Debbi tensed her body. She could feel her muscles being stretched. She felt her already erect nipples tighten even more and her pussy begin to open. Diane explained that Phil was not sure which view would produce the best result, so the cameraman circled Debbi and clicked from every conceivable angle ! George finally made it back home. Great, his parents were out. They wouldn't normally invade the privacy of his bedroom but it was reassuring to know that was not even a possibility. He sat down on his bed and was finally able to open the other attachments and check them out. These were incredible. He still couldn't believe it. It wasn't easy being the younger brother, especially with a four year gap between him and Diane. But his big sister had really come through with this one. In fact, George had been no part of Diane's original plan but it tickled her fancy when he came home so outraged at being given detention by Debbi and she found it hilarious that her rival's naked body would be perved over by a bunch of third formers ! George downloaded the photos from the phone to his laptop. They'd be safer there and he could study them in detail and on a bigger screen. He remembered trying to ogle Debbi from the bedroom window to which he had been banished while Diane held a pool party a few weeks back. He had thought then he could see seen some of her bum cheeks from a distance in the bikini she was wearing that day. But here in these photos he could see absolutely everything in high definition ! "What time is it ?" Diane asked rhetorically. "Must be prayer time" she answered herself. "Aditty wanted to pose you both paying respects and praying to Mecca, so I want you kneeling side by side." Debbi almost said something blasphemous but she and Carol did get down on their knees. "Not like that. You've seen how the Muslims do it. Press your forehead right down to the ground and bum in the air !" Diane smirked as Carol's asshole and pussy made their first full appearance alongside Debbi's. Part Seven Diane hadn't quite run out of ideas for poses. Debbi was posed once more sitting on the floor but this time lifting her legs in the air in a wide 'v'. "Nice big smile. We know you're enjoying this really !" She was made to do a handstand with Carol standing alongside supporting her legs. "You're sure you can edit out that bush, 'cos a lot's showing from the side ?" Diane then had Debbi place both of her feet behind her head with her ankles up by her ears, another pose where Phil took multiple shots from different angles. "Surely you have enough by now ?" asked Debbi desperately. She had begun trying to keep track of the number of photos they had shot but had long since lost track. "OK, time out" answered Diane, using this as an excuse to confer with the cameraman. Diane wasn't stupid. She realized that most of these poses were too extreme to be used in the official calendar, even with the aid of Photoshop. "Right ladies." She turned back to Debbi and Carol. "We've had a quick look at what we have and I've decided to bow to Phil's professional judgement. There are two or three that will work very well but he's suggested it would be better if you went with him back to his studio where he can pose you with all the usual props to hide your naughty bits, like potted plants and cup cakes and so on." "What ? Now ? But we've been here hours" Debbi protested, though part of her was relieved that it seemed most of the embarrassing shots that had been taken would be jettisoned for the calendar. "Don't exaggerate, it's only been an hour and a half." said Diane. "I have those kinds of sets ready permanently, it won't take me long at all" assured Phil. Debbi and Carol looked at each other and reluctantly agreed. "I just need one more shot here for now" said Diane. "Sort of a counterpoint to the first one showing your bums. Stand together again side by side but full frontal. That's it, straight back and a military salute. Look stern and serious !" "Excellent, that's one we can probably use suitably censored. Do you think so Phil ?" added Diane once the shot had been taken. "Should be fine" the cameraman concurred. "What's going to happen to all those photos you've taken and won't use" demanded Debbi. "Oh, we'll delete those" replied Diane airily. "Really ?" said Debbi. "Yeah, of course !" Diane and Susan didn't bother accompanying Debbi and Carol to Phil's studio. Looking at the pair in the nude was getting old and Diane had satisfied her lust for humiliating her rival. Diane knew Phil would come up with sufficiently tame shots to be published for sale in the fund raiser. She wasn't sure if she would make any more use of the explicit photos, other than sharing them with her brother and his pervy friends but she'd hang onto them for now. George opened yet another attachment. It showed a full length frontal shot of both girls giving some kind of salute. But this one had another message from his big sister. "That's all folks !" George couldn't really be disappointed. He had more than enough material for his wank bank. Speaking of which, he had something to take care of before rounding up the gang to share his good fortune and bask in the glory ! Part Eight George had found a corner table in McDonalds that afforded a little privacy and was ensconced there when the rest of his gang arrived, intent on ribbing him for having been in detention that morning. "Ha ha, how was detention ?", "You said that you were bullet proof from ever getting detention", "Until that Debbi came along !" George let them have their fun for a minute or two. "Nothing to it, just boring" he replied. "But I did say that Debbi shouldn't have messed with our family. Take a look at these." He turned his laptop around to show his mates. "Look, we don't talk about it ok ? Let's just forget it" said Debbi to Carol as they were leaving Phil's studio after having had what would turn out to be the official calendar photos taken. Relations were still frosty between the two friends and would take a few days to repair. "Well at least these photos were not half as bad as what Diane was having you do" Carol responded. "Tell me about it" said Debbi. "No, on second thoughts, don't tell me about it. I just want to forget it all." George's gang were transfixed at the photo of Debbi and Carol's rears. "You ain't seen nothing yet" smirked George, as he scrolled onto Debbi doing the splits. " The boys crowded closer. "I don't believe it, you can see everything", "Debbi's minge !", "And her tits." "And there's no loss of quality if you zoom in" boasted George, demonstrating the fact. Of course, Debbi's predicament had nothing whatsoever to do with her having put him into detention but he was happy to let that impression linger. "That'll teach her to give you detention" asserted one of the gang, who got out his phone to take a photo of the screen. "What are you doing ?" asked George. "I want a copy of this" the other boy replied. "No need" said George. "You'll all get copies, I'm sending them round the WhatsApp group. There's a load more !" George took his time in moving through the various shots, making sure each one was fully appreciated. "Bloody hell !" exclaimed one of the gang. "What ? asked George. "That bush" the boy replied. They had reached the photo of the goddess pose and the first frontal view of Carol. "Yeah, it is pretty spectacular isn't it" George laughed as he zoomed in. "But look, when you zoom in on Debbi you can see all the little short hairs that are just starting to grow. She'd have as big a bush if she didn't shave." "I'm glad she does though" said another boy, to general agreement as they all studied yet another shot of her pussy. "This is a good one" asserted George. It was Debbi bending and grasping her ankles while she looked through her legs at the camera. "You can see her asshole !" was the cry. "Not so loud, don't tell the whole place" admonished George as he nevertheless took the cue to zoom in. "You could almost count the wrinkles around it" laughed another of the boys. "You could but why would you want to ?", "13, or maybe 14", "What ?", "The wrinkles round her asshole", "Well, which is it ?", "I'm not sure if that counts as a wrinkle ?", "Maybe half of one ?", "13 and a half !" The afternoon continued in that vein, the group of third formers not believing their luck as the shots became more and more explicit. George took a message from his sister. "OK, listen up. Diane says we can keep the photos but we can't post them anywhere online" he announced. "Can't we share them at all with anyone else at school ?" complained one gang member. "She says not but if you do, just make sure that they know the rules too !" Epilogue Not everything worked out quite as Diane had envisaged. When they first saw the official calendar, Debbi and Carol were hugely embarrassed but Debbi rationalized that she wasn't showing much more than she would in a bikini pic she might have put on social media. Then the calendar proved to be a big success and Debbi and Carol became feted by the principal and school governors for raising so much money. And further to Diane's chagrin, Debbi was universally acclaimed as being 'hot' and became even more popular with the boys. And who knew Carol would look so good with her clothes off ? She began to receive more date requests than she ever had before ! Diane knew she could not make the poses she had taken in the gym available to a wider public without risking exposure herself. She had to content herself with playing with the photos and placing dog ears, cats whiskers and a buttoned nose on Debbi, along with various captions and other manipulations. She did have the consolation of knowing that her bratty brother and his friends were enjoying the fruits of her labors ! That gang were still being troublesome at lunch breaks. "Hold the noise down you lot" said Debbi as she approached their table. "Oh look, it's 13 and a half !" they laughed. "What ?" asked Debbi. "13 and a half, it's what we call you." "Why ?" More laughter. "Wouldn't you like to know ?" The boys were enjoying keeping her by their table, each one knowing that they knew exactly how she looked in the nude. Every inch of her, from the pinched nature of her nipples when erect, to the little mole on her inner thigh up by her labia, to every wrinkle around her asshole. "I haven't got time for your silly kid's games, just keep the noise down or it'll be detention again" she said firmly. "Yeah, whatever. See you around 13 and a half !" The boys collapsed into laughter again. Stupid boys thought Debbi as she walked away. And those photos ? Oh, they're out there somewhere. Phil the cameraman has sold them to a Russian web site, Hot English Teens. And Debbi is in Japan with her genitals pixelated out. But with everyone and their dog taking naked selfies and posting them online, what was the likelihood of anyone who knew the girls stumbling across them ?

Tia's Game by TailWeaver Copyright© 2021 by TailWeaver Chapter 29: The Game “Tee-tee, now that you’ve calmed down, we’re going to play a game? Isn’t that great?” Tia had stopped moving much, though she still sat astride the toy, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her g-spot induced orgasm. “Umm, yeah?” ‘Hmm, you seem unsure, maybe that cum you just had was too much? Too different?” “No, it was ... good” ‘No shit, we could tell. I mean, look at you!” Tia didn’t say anything, just sat there being looked at, feeling more and more like some sort of toy for Katie’s amusement. “So, since you are being such a chicken, Mom helped me figure out a way to make it fair.” “I’m not a chicken!” “Yeah, whatever. Anyway, I’m setting a timer. Every time it goes off, you’ve got 4 minutes to make that little cunt of yours cum. If you do, then you can lower the number of people that are going to see you naked at Rhea’s party.” “And if I don’t the number will go up?” ‘Of course, otherwise, what’s the point? We’ll start at, um, 22? Yeah, 22”. Katie sounded rather excited, though Tia was still a bit unsure about all of this. Especially the thought of all those people at the party. On the one hand, fuck yes. On the other hand, Oh god! Tia had lost track of the number of times Katie’s phone had gone off. The whole afternoon and early evening had been an odd combination of markedly normal behavior, interrupted with intensely erotic interludes. Each announcement of her next timed trial would send her into a nervous frenzy, eager to get herself off quickly, no matter what they had been doing a moment before. Time after time she kept failing to meet the time limit, though she was sure she had made it at least a couple of times. Maybe three. After so many hours and tries, it was hard to remember exactly. Even now, as she rocked herself atop the chair-mounted dildo yet again, she heard the timer going off and Katie’s voice almost sadly announcing that she had lost again. “God, Tia, maybe this is just too hard. I know you are trying, but at this rate, the whole school will be at the party!” Tia shuddered, still fucking herself slowly, no longer trying to cum quickly, but unable to just stop moving. “I know. I’ll give you a choice. Either try and get off in four minutes like we have been doing, or put that mouth of yours to work on me. Make me cum instead, and since you might think I’d fight you, no time limit!” Katie came and stood before her and looked at her with her head tilted a little to the side. “That work for you?” Tia shrugged. She did not really care much at this point. She had begun to feel like she had little control over what was going to happen at the party now, and had begun to resign herself to a larger and larger audience every time she had missed the four-minute mark. Getting to move the number back down would definitely be better in the long run, she thought, and it was not like she was opposed to playing with Katie’s body. It was just different now, she sensed. In the past, she had almost always been tied up and Katie would straddle her. She did not think Katie was planning on tying her up every time the timer went off. Tia nodded, “Um, sure, I mean, I’d like it to be just a few people, not a hundred!” Katie smiled, almost giddy with excitement. “Great, well, I’ll give you a free chance now, even though you just failed, if you want. Or we can just wait for the next time the timer goes off!” She turned to leave, pausing when Tia called after her. “No, wait, I mean, now is ok,” she said, feeling suddenly nervous as she blatantly told her friend she was willing to make her cum. It had never really been said before, it just sort of ‘happened’. Tia pulled herself from the dildo attached chair, feeling her dampness slide easily up and off of the fake prick. She ran a hand nervously down her body, brushing against her clit as she tried to calm her body a little. She moved across the tile to Katie, looking at her and asking “Um, where?” “Oh, silly, here. Wherever the timer goes off is the rule, right? So, um, best hurry before mom comes by if you are serious!” Katie was not making it easy for Tia as Tia stood in front of Katie naked and uncertain. She looked at Katie and then out the door towards the rest of the house where Carol was doing whatever it was that older people did in the afternoons. “I ... um, ok ... it’s just” Tia stumbled over her words before taking a deep breath and reaching for Katie’s shorts. She began to lower them, dragging her best friend’s panties along with their shorts as she slowly kneeled, her hands sliding lower and lower, denuding her friend’s lower body. Placing her hands on Katie’s round hips, she could feel her friend’s nervousness twitching through her skin, and as she pulled the full buttocks towards her, she opened her mouth and breathed heavily into Katie’s bundled pubic hair. She felt Katie awkwardly move her feet apart, and as she knelt lower with her bare bottom coming to rest on her heels, she slowly mouthed the whole plane of her best friend’s sex. She was sliding deep into her submissive mindset now, her mind no longer thinking much about what she might look like, or what she needed to do next. Her job was to get Katie off, and she began to lick and tease Katie’s wet sex with an eagerness she could not hide. “Oh god, you really are so good at that” she heard Katie murmur as she grasped harder onto Katie’s bare bottom and pulled her friend’s lower body hard against her mouth. Kneeling, tilting her head back a bit, she began to lick and suck directly over Katie’s wet opening, and when she felt her friend’s hands on the back of her head, she felt a shiver of obedient pleasure slide down her body. Openly mouthing and licking Katie’s wet cunny, she felt a bit dizzy as the powerful scent of her friend’s eagerness washed over her. Tia was lost in the smell of her friend. Over and over she licked and sucked, enjoying the way Katie’s body rocked against her mouth, her sex sliding up and down and coating her nose and chin with her liberally flowing juices. When Katie began to speed up, her fingers clenching Tia’s dark hair, she drove her tongue deep inside of Katie’s cunt and grabbed hard onto her buttocks. The sound of her friend cumming was as thrilling as anything, and as she sucked and licked Katie dry, she felt her own body thrumming with arousal and excitement. She was only vaguely aware of Katie cumming while standing over her, but as her friend pulled away, softly stroking Tia’s hair, Tia flushed, realizing she had satisfied her aroused friend. “Good girl, yes!” Katie said, stepping away and grabbing her discarded shorts and underwear. “Wait there, I think you’ve had enough ‘free’ time”. With those ominous-sounding words, Katie left Tia kneeling in the middle of the living room, Katie’s juices slowly drying on Tia’s cheeks and chin. “Just getting some rope” she heard Katie say to her mother as she took the stairs quickly. The heavier tread of Carol was obvious as Katie’s mom came down to the main floor, passing Katie heading up to her room. Tia could hear Carol’s footsteps stop just outside the living room, and as she continued to kneel, obediently waiting for Katie, she felt that naughty little extra pleasure she got anytime someone saw her naked. Even with no ropes. “So, are you winning or losing?” she heard Carol ask. Turning to look at the other woman stepping just inside the room, she flushed as she glanced down at her bare body. “Losing a lot, I think, though...” she paused, unsure if she wanted to admit that there was a new way to win or not. “Hmmm, maybe you want to have the entire party see you, hmm?” she heard Carol say, though Katie’s mom’s voice sounded like she was teasing. “No ... no...” Tia protested, though her face felt warm and flushed. “No, what?” she heard Katie say, looking up and seeing her friend approach with some of the white rope she had used in the bedroom in her hands. She had changed clothes as well, discarding her top along with the shorts Tia had removed, and was dressed as if for bed in her faded Tinkerbell sleep shirt. “No, I don’t want the entire class, the entire party to see...” Tia said, casting her eyes down as they both moved into the room. Carol seemed to be able to innately sense what would embarrass Tia in front of Katie (and vice versa she thought as she looked quickly at Katie slapping the rope in her hands) and it was clear that they were both well aware how much she enjoyed all of these games, embarrassing as they might be. “Hmmm, well, you sure need to work harder then. I think we were up to 40 before you finally knocked the number down to 38 or so.” “She did? I thought for sure...” Carol seemed surprised, turning to look at Katie and ignoring the nude kneeling girl. “Oh, yeah, well, I gave her a second chance, and she did well, so, there’s hope for her yet!” “Oh, mmm, good girl then!” “Yes, exactly what I told her, good girl!”. Katie paused before adding, “now, be a good girl, arms behind your back, grab your opposite elbows!” Tia had her arms behind her back almost before she could register what she was doing, stretching to grab a hold of her elbows. Her breasts thrust forward, small though they were, and her nipples seemed to stand out, begging to be touched. They were so hard; she knew if she had dared pinch them, she’d practically cum just from that touch alone. She ventured a look up at Carol and caught the older woman watching her with as much interest as Katie and her friends ever gave her. As Katie bound her wrists to her forearms behind her back, Tia pulled experimentally against the soft rope. She thought Katie must have done a bit of web searching during her long absence as this new way of being tied up seemed quite firm. A couple of strands of rope encircled her chest, one above and one below her breasts, and they tied into her strapped arms behind her, effectively binding her topside while allowing the rest of her body free movement. Midway through the rather elaborate binding, Katie’s mom had taken her leave, reminding them that dinner would be ready soon. “You really should let your toy eat before you bind to them like that, you know,” she had said to her daughter before leaving the two of them alone again. Katie smiled at her as soon as her mom left, teasing, “She doesn’t know you just had a snack, hmmm? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get some proper food too, can’t have you starving or anything. I just love having you at my beck and call though...” She ran her hands over the lengths of rope running around Tia’s body before pulling up on Tia’s elbow, helping her to stand. “Come, let’s see if mom needs any help.” Tia had been following in Katie’s wake for the last hour or so. Walking along, or sitting down, her arms bound behind her, she felt constantly exposed, even more than normal. The ropes around her body seemed to highlight her inability to cover up, forcing her breasts to keep in the open, making her unable to even inadvertently cover her pubic area. They had checked in with Carol, who apparently did not need any help, though she did smile at her daughter and Tia’s ongoing game. Left at loose ends until dinner, they had eventually gone to watch some television until it was time to eat. At least Katie did. Tia was made to stand next to the couch, facing away from the screen so that Katie could ‘keep an eye on her pet’. Nude, bound, Tia had stood there, obedient, listening to the program on the television. It had not surprised her when Katie had reached out with one hand to lightly trace her bare thigh. At a push from her friend’s hand, she had parted her feet and made room between her thighs for Katie’s hand. The rest of the program was a bit more entertaining as Tia stood as best she could while Katie’s fingers continually toyed with Tia’s wet sex, bringing her to the edge, over and over, though never quite giving her release. By the time Carol called out that it was time to eat, Tia was a quivering mess. “There, that should make it easy for your next test, hmm? Aren’t I nice?” Katie said as they went to join her mother. “I assumed you’d be feeding her, at least until you decide to untie her?” Carol said as they entered the kitchen. Tia glanced at the table, seeing two places set with what looked like chicken caesar while the third had a hotdog on a bun. “Oh yeah, I guess, I mean I could untie her now, but I still had something I wanted to see her try, so, um, yeah, I will help her eat.” Katie moved Tia’s plate over next to hers. When she went to grab Tia’s chair, still festooned with the g-spot dildo, she was stopped by her mother. “As much as I’m sure we’d enjoy her show, without her hands she really can’t push up and down very long - and she’d get tired and likely hurt herself so...” “Oh, I really had not thought ... I’m glad you had though.” Katie stood and looked at her mother, the two of them exchanging looks that seemed to speak to far more than what had been said out loud. Tia’s anticipation of sitting upon the dildo while eating was thwarted, though she had to admit she had not considered anything besides sitting down - obviously getting up or even sitting carefully would have been impossible without the use of her hands. It was awkward and embarrassing to sit down on the chair Katie retrieved, waiting while the two of them took a couple of bits of salad before Katie turned to her and offered her the end of the hotdog. Being fed was an odd experience, and Tia was not sure this was part of something she wanted to repeat. She did not say anything, though. It was not as if it was ‘bad’ or anything, but she made a mental note to discuss things later with Katie. After only a couple of minutes, an alarm went off on Katie’s phone and her friend turned to her with a predatory smile. “Hope you enjoyed your break, but unless you want 50 people seeing you naked and cumming like the horny slut you are, it’s time for you to get that number down!” Tia looked at Katie with obvious confusion when she made no move to untie her. “But ... I’m tied up still!” She said, trying to understand how she could possibly do what Katie’s test demanded. Unless. “You mean...?” she looked at Katie’s waist before darting to look over at Carol who continued to eat her salad. “Oh? If you really want to, sure, but I thought you’d at least consider the options. I mean, if you can’t use your hands maybe you can just, you know, become friends with something like, hmm, the corner of the table looks about right - you know, like the edge of the desk at school. Don’t tell me you never idly stood next to it and let it press — right there — hmm?” Tia flushed, her mind going from confusion to nervous fear that Katie had wanted her to lick her to uncertainty over just how Katie expected her to get off from pushing against the table. She knew what her friend was talking about, of course, it was no secret that certain things gave her a private little pleasure even in public places like school. She just had never imagined trying to actually go all the way that way. Or if it would even work. Still, judging by Katie’s look, she knew she was going to have to try. And doing it in front of Carol was likely just more of the game. Not that she minded. Far from it, but it was ... interesting. Getting up from her seat, Tia moved to the corner of the wooden dining table and looked at the edge for a moment before looking back at Katie to confirm this is really what she expected. She caught the two of them just looking at her, a slight smile on Carol’s face. “Come now, I should have started the timer already, but you’ve been having such trouble winning I’m being nice!” Katie’s prodding broke Tia out of her indecision, and she pressed forward against the smooth wooden corner of the table, moving and sliding herself a little from side to side. The height was not quite right, and she pushed up on her toes a little to get the corner to press against her clit. As soon as she felt it pressing firmly against her, she pushed steadily, moving from side to side and up and down just a bit, making the pleasure begin to wash through her. Looking up, she saw they were both watching her, acting like an obedient little slut for them, and she felt an answering tingle inside of her cunt. “Oh ... mmmm” she gasped a little when she felt a particularly effective press against her. “Such a good pet you’ve become,” Katie teased, taking another bite of her salad while the two of them watched Tia writhe against the table for a moment. “But, you are too far away. Come use this corner,” she said, patting the table between her and her mother. Moving in between the two seated family members, Tia felt just a tiny bit more naked. They were both so close to her as she stood rather obscenely rubbing herself against the edge of the table, masturbating against the wooden corner while they ostentatiously tried to enjoy their dinner. Awkwardly pressing against the table, unable to really control herself very well without the use of her hands, Tia looked down and saw the wood pressing in and against her, her lips spreading and peeking out beneath her tightly wound black curls. She jumped when she felt a hand on her buttock, and she turned to see Katie smirking up at her. “Best hurry up, only two minutes left and you don’t look all that close!” Katie’s hand clenched her buttock and urged her against the corner of the table. Tia grunted a little, then groaned as she ground herself against the corner of the table, her calves quivering as she stood up a bit to get the pressure just right. Groaning a little, she pressed forward and slid downwards, feeling the smooth wood slide through her sex, sliding upwards to press against her erect clit before sliding on past. Over and over, Tia repeated her actions, jumping a bit when she felt a second hand on her other buttock. Realizing both Katie and Carol were feeling her body react to the table masturbation, she began to shiver and shake between the pleasure of their hands and the teasing pleasure of the table. Tia could feel herself getting closer and closer, and she clenched her buttocks as she drove herself hard against the table. She felt flushed, her nipples aroused and aching, and just as she felt like she was going to crest the top of the hill of her arousal, she heard Katie’s phone chime. Katie’s light slap on her bottom and tsking voice told her she had yet again missed the time limit. “Oh, so close. And such a pleasant view you were giving us. Even mom is impressed I can tell!” she heard Katie say, in a voice that sounded like she was not that upset Tia had missed the time limit. Tia groaned, pressing against the table again in her need, though she settled down onto her heels in defeat. She was going to be so exposed in front of so many people now. “So, mmm, 55 people now. I’m going to have to get Rhea to invite a few more, maybe from a younger grade. I’m sure they would love seeing you all naked and even more.” Tia groaned, turning a pleading eye towards Katie. “Unless ... of course...” Katie said, glancing down her own body before smirking back at Tia. She turned a little away from her mother, but it was clear what she was insinuating. “Katie!” Tia hissed, glancing at Katie’s mom before glaring back at her friend. “Hmmph, up to you! You are the one that’s going to be showing off to the entire school pretty soon. Maybe we should just strip you in the hallway next week, to heck with the party!” “Katie!” Tia repeated, her face flaming and her eyes darting between Carol and her friend. Katie’s mom seemed to not have a clue what they were talking about. The one time Carol looked back at Tia, she seemed to just be smiling like she always did. She couldn’t have any idea what Katie was telling Tia to do, could she? Katie again drew Tia’s attention, turning a little and putting her feet a little bit further apart. It was clear, like always, that Katie was intent on pushing things. Pushing things until someone got upset or someone - Tia - got in trouble! “Come on, you know you want to...” “Hmmmm?” Carol said, putting her fork down and taking a sip of her wine. “Oh, just offering Tia another snack but I don’t think she wants it.” Katie answered, continuing the tease and giving Tia a look that said she would be rather disappointed if Tia did not take the offered ‘snack’. Knowing her friend like she did, Tia realized that even if she demurred this time, Katie would not stop pushing things in front of her mother. For some reason, she wanted Tia to do even ‘that’ in front of her mom. Katie always wanted to push things, even more than Tia had imagined, though, to be honest, she ended up enjoying everything immensely. From the exposure in the hallway in front of the door to the escalation of their games at the sleepover, Katie had kept Tia aroused and eager to play, even if it was in ways she had not initiated herself. Glancing again at Katie’s mom, Tia stood, torn with indecision. A small part of her was as intrigued with pushing the limits as Katie was, though the fear of upsetting Carol or ruining things was filling her with doubt. She could feel her heart racing as she worried back and forth, uncertain and unsure. She kept looking at Katie’s expectant face, and the way she was subtly displaying her lap. With her blood pounding in her ears, it was almost like she was in a tunnel or something, and all she could see was Katie waiting and feeling her own nervousness and arousal warring within her. The rest of the room seemed to fade away into a sort of gray fuzziness until all she was seeing was Katie’s lap and feeling herself slowly dropping to her hands and knees and knee walking the two steps to reach Katie’s chair. The world became even smaller, nothing above Katie’s waist seemed to even exist, and as she ran her nose up her friend’s bare legs and pushed her long Tinkerbell-themed sleep-shirt upwards until she could see Katie’s aroused sex peeking out, devoid of any covering. The naughty minx had kept her panties off when she had changed clothes! Keeping her eyes on Katie’s soft pinkness and ignoring the rest of the world, Tia leaned in to kiss and nibble on Katie’s thighs as she pressed her head from side to side, sliding closer to the center of her universe. She could feel Katie wriggling, aiding her as she quickly moved in to kiss and inhale her friend’s scent as she pushed forward, bending a bit awkwardly with her arms still bound behind her. Tia felt the world closing in around her until all she could think about was Katie’s sex, how it felt, how it tasted, how it moved underneath her lips, cheek, and mouth. Licking her friend from one end to the other, she ached to grab hold of Katie’s more rounded bottom and pulled her against her face. She could feel Katie sliding down in her chair a bit, and when Katie’s legs spread further, she drove her tongue deep inside the increasingly wet cunt her friend was pushing into her face. She tasted so good, like a sort of syrup, but not quite that sweet. And so wet. Katie was soaked and Tia made her tongue explore and lick and find every drop of wetness she could find. And more wetness just kept on coming. The world continued to be little more than Katie’s sex and her mouth, even the sounds were more like a soft roaring of waves in her ears. After a time, though, Katie had slid a bit further down in her chair and Tia used her head to push one of Katie’s knees up and out, letting Katie put her foot on the chair next to her now bare bottom. Tia’s face was covered in Katie’s juices, and she kept her lips and mouth moving over the sweet-tasting pink flesh, reveling in how she was making her friend squirm. The roaring in her ears began to lessen, and she could hear some sounds of Katie enjoying herself. She also began to hear Katie and her mom’s voices, talking above her, and she groaned as she thought how she must look. She dove back in, ignoring the sounds above her, other than Katie’s pleasure-induced moans, and tried to bring her friend to her peak - though why she wanted to do that in front of her mother made her a little on edge. It wasn’t like with Tia and her brothers. That was different. Or was it? Realizing she didn’t really care all that much, mostly she just did not want things to get weird, she pressed her bare shoulders against Katie’s spread thighs, and pushed her chin hard against her opening while she licked and sucked on her friend’s turgid clit. If her friend wanted to cum like a horny little thing in front of her mother, who was she to complain. Katie’s wails of pleasure made clear what was happening. After a short while, the shrieks faded from the room. Katie pushed Tia away and stood up, her whole body shaking while Tia looked up from her kneeling position, her face and cheeks soaked with Katie’s juices. “I ... I gotta, um, I gotta pee,” Katie said, quickly fleeing the room, leaving Tia on her knees and her mom still sitting at the table, idly poking her fork into various pieces of lettuce. An awkward silence descended while Tia knelt there, unsure what she was supposed to do. The longer Katie was gone, the more awkward it felt until Tia decided she should just get up and see if maybe Carol would either untie her or give her another couple of bites. She was hungry. And thirsty, she thought, licking her lips and tasting the remnants of Katie’s spend. Awkwardly rising, she finally dared to look over at Katie’s mom, standing silent as she watched Carol look her over with a smile curling the corners of her mouth. “I, uh,” she said, stumbling to a stop as she could not find the words for the situation she found herself in. “Oh, sheesh, don’t worry. It’s not like I did not know what you guys have been up to. I’m sure Katie told you we are very close.” Tia thought about how Katie had told her that her mom had actually helped her buy a couple of toys to use on her, and she flushed, nodding in a bit of understanding. “Yeah, but, um ... it’s not weird?” “Weird? Maybe a little. Mostly makes me envious. I told you I had a friend like you two a long time ago. Makes me feel both young and old at the same time. Besides, I figure you can’t get her pregnant, hmm? Unlike say ... your brothers?” Tia looked up. Startled. Did Carol know about her and her brothers? Was that what she was hinting about? Or did she just think they might want to be with Katie and there’s a lot more danger there? She suddenly felt bad about how reckless she had been with her brothers, and realized that her mom catching her had actually been a good thing, at least in the long run. The last thing she wanted to do was get pregnant before she wanted to start a family - and that was a long time from now, for sure. “Yeah, um, that’s for sure,” she answered, still blushing at the awkward intimate conversation they were having. “I just, you know, my mom would not let me do this, I don’t think.” “Well, Katie and I are closer than normal, I guess. We had a lot of talks while you were grounded and unable to come over and hang out. I know just how much she enjoys being with you.” “And playing your games,” she added with a smile. Tia blushed, remembering Katie telling her that her mother had actually helped pick out the toy they had been using. And possibly more - it had sounded like there was more than one, even though she’d only seen the one. Katie finally returned, her face still looking a bit flushed, and she seemed to have a hard time looking at her mother. “Katie!” “Wha?” “Look at me. It’s ok. Really. I thought it was rather beautiful.” “God. I just felt, after you know...” “Mmmhmmm, the heat of the moment was one thing, but after...” “Yeah...” “Well, let’s get your pet free so she can finish eating maybe? Unless you want to have to feed her. And she’s gonna have to pee sometime!” “Oh, yeah. True!” Katie said, her voice sounding better and her face returning to normal. As Katie untied the ropes behind her back, and Carol helped unwind them, Tia slowly stretched her arms and rubbed her wrists, feeling the tingles as blood and her nerves returned to normalcy. “We still have more stuff for salad if you want that instead of the hotdog,” Carol said when Tia sat down and picked up the simple fare. “Oh, god, no, I love hot dogs. I have not had one in a while and for some reason, it’s just hitting the spot!” Katie giggled a little, and Carol smiled, shaking her head at Tia’s almost childlike enthusiasm. After a moment, Carol again spoke up. “Like I was asking before, what exactly are you guys planning at that party? I mean, Tia will get recognized, won’t she?” “Yeah, I thought I told you. Rhea likes to Cosplay a character from one of her robot space anime shows and has a really cool shimmery white/purple wig that will easily cover Tia’s black hair. And I thought maybe some face paint or even a simple mask - it would go with the whole mystique thing, right?” Katie sounded confident, explaining her plans to her mother. “Mmm, yes. That is good. But, well, she is going to be naked by the end, right?” “Of course. And maybe more if everyone behaves!” Katie smirked a little, replying quickly. “Mmm, yes, well. They will know she’s from your school?” “Um, probably, yeah!” “And they will know who was at the party.” Carol kept asking questions, and it became clear to Tia that she had something on her mind. “Of course” “So, they will know it’s someone not at the party and that is about so tall and has black hair” “Well, sorta, they won’t know about the hair with Rhea’s wig on” Carol looked down at Tia’s lap. “I don’t think your costume covers that? Does it?” “Oh, um, no, you think we should cover it too?” “Well, not exactly. A lot of women, and girls too, I should think, shave down there. If she did that, no one would even know if she was a blond or a brunette or what she might look like. You see?” “Shave it off? Really? I mean...” Katie seemed both shocked and a little intrigued. Tia thought it was rather presumptuous that neither of them even asked her what she thought. She did not relish the idea of being made to look like a little girl, though the thought that it might make her harder to recognize did make a little sense to her. A little. Nothing more was said about it, for the time being, Tina was even successful at the next timed masturbation, eagerly riding the dildo on the kitchen chair to a powerful orgasm while Katie watched with a smile. As she came down from her orgasm, she pulled herself up and off of the chair-mounted toy, but stopped when Katie held up her hand. “God, that just looks so good,” Katie said, coming over and running her hand down Tia’s sweat-dampened skin, brushing past her breast to slide over Tia’s stomach. Her fingers kept up their journey, sliding lower and lower until they were playing with the top part of Tia’s damp curls, teasingly parting them to press against Tia’s clit - still throbbing from her orgasm - still stretched tight by the fake cock in her pussy. Tina shook, her cunt spasming every time Katie’s finger rubbed across her swollen clit. “Oh god” was all she could get out, her body clamping around the toy while she stayed, straddled and exposed. “I think maybe mom was right though. If we shave this off” Katie said, pausing to rub her hand boldly over all of Tia’s pubic hair, “no one would suspect such a dark-haired little kitty cat, hmm?” Katie’s fingers continued to torture Tina’s aroused sex, smiling as Tia groaned and ground herself against Katie’s hand and the toy buried inside of her. After a moment, Katie paused, letting Tia calm down a bit before wiping the wetness on her fingers off on Tia’s upper thigh. Chapter 30: The Shave “Let’s take a shower then figure out how to shave you, hmm?” Katie said, sounding like she was not really asking a question. She moved off a bit before standing and waiting for Tia to join her. Which she did. The wetness on her thighs increased a little as she pulled herself up and off of the toy, looking up when she heard Carol come in. She paused briefly, her hips raised above the blue dildo, then mentally shrugged and kept on moving, lifting her leg and getting herself removed from the chair/dildo combination. “Oh, hi mom, gonna take a shower and then shave her smooth like you said. Will have to touch it up next weekend, but don’t want to wait to do it for the first time then, ya know?” Again, it was clear Tia was not being asked, though she did not really complain. If she truly did not want to do this, she knew she could complain, but she was torn between the pleasure of the game and her own nervousness about it, deciding to simply let Katie, and her mom, have their way. Tia stood in the master suite, the bright lights illuminating her naked body and watched as Katie turned on the water in her mother’s large tile-lined shower. She had been a bit surprised when they had passed the public bathroom and went into her mom’s room, but when she saw how nice the shower was, how much bigger it was, she understood. She was startled out of her musings by her friend’s voice. “Go on, get in. It’s big enough for two!”. Katie was reaching down for the hem of her Tinkerbell sleep shirt as she spoke, pausing while she waited for Tia to get into the shower enclosure. Tia stepped quickly into the rapidly warming shower, her skin going all over goosebumps as the water hit her shoulder and back. She turned from side to side, sighing in pleasure before stepping out of the way as her newly naked friend stepped in beside her. She had seen Katie naked before, or mostly so, but never like this, and she felt unsure where to look as her round hipped friend got under the water. Katie caught her awkward glance and paused her twisting back and forth under the water. “What? It’s not like you’ve never seen a girl before, right? I mean, I’ve seen you looking at me when we change and stuff.” ‘No, I mean, yeah, just...” “Well if you are going to gawk, you might as well get me clean. Be a good pet and all that. No funny business though, I’m not all over-sexed like you!” With that said Katie held out the soft loofah she had just gotten wet and pointed to the shower gel on the small shelf. Tia shook her head, chasing her odd thoughts away, and took the proffered loofah. While Katie turned around to face the water, she took some of the shower gel and got a good bit of suds going on the bath sponge. Satisfied, she washed Katie’s back, running the sponge up and down her friend’s fleshy back, noting how different her friend was shaped compared to her own lean, almost colt-like body. Where Tia was all lines and small subtle mounds and curves, Katie was nothing if not lushly round, her hips, her belly, especially her breasts, round and lush. At least compared to Tia’s rather boyish frame. Tia ran the soapy sponge all over Katie’s back and down over her full hips and buttocks. She did not shy away from Katie’s hips or stomach, and when Katie turned to put her back to the water, she continued washing, running her soapy sponge all over Katie’s chest, breasts and stomach. Katie was watching her as she washed the front of her friend, smiling and nodding when Tia paused just under Katie’s breasts, waiting patiently until Tia washed Katie’s breasts a second time, spending a bit more time on them. She had never touched Katie like this, so openly, her hands going everywhere. In fact, other than with Jasmine she had not really touched another girl. They had simply touched her. Or pushed their wet pussies into her face. Flushing as she remembered the slumber party, and all the time she had spent physically pleasing her friends, Tia became distracted, her hands moving as if on their own until she was lightly playing with Katie’s nipples. “Hey, I said none of that. I’m not, you know, an eager little slut pet. Just wash the rest of me now, you made me into a mess earlier after all!” Blushing at the correction, Tia quickly pulled her hands away, a bit shocked at how she had acted without really thinking about it. Katie had moved so her legs were about a foot apart, obviously waiting, and Tia quickly took the loofah, got it sudsy again, and washed her friend down her stomach and between her legs. Katie turned, silently commanding her to keep washing, and Tia slowly, methodically, washed Katie’s bottom, not shying away from between her cheeks, getting her friend clean all over. “Such a good kitty pet you are, Tee-Tee. I swear I could get used to this!” Katie said, turning again and rinsing all the soap from her body. “Now, finish yourself up so we can see what we have to work with,” Katie said, nodding at Tia’s body. Tia began to quickly wash her own body, enjoying the rough/soft combination of the soapy loofah against her skin. She self consciously washed herself between her thighs, Katie’s eyes never leaving her as she washed her sex, her hips unconsciously twitching whenever her hand or the sponge brushed against her aroused clit. A minute later, the loofah rinsed and back hanging from the showerhead, Tia stood in the damp shower and held still while Katie ‘inspected’ her. “I’m not really sure the best way to do this,” she heard her friend say, Katie’s fingers trailing through Tia’s damp curls, idly brushing against her sex as if by accident. “Wait right here,” she said abruptly, opening the glass door and grabbing a large white towel. Tia could see her move towards the door, the towel wrapping around her. Quick as a thought, she heard the door open and Katie call out “Mom! Mom! Can you give us a hand?” Tia didn’t hear any response, but it looked like Katie did since her friend stepped away from the door and came back to stand in the open door of the shower, looking at Tia standing in the spray of water. A few moments later, Carol entered the ensuite and moved next to Katie, the two of them looking at her. Katie pulled on her towel, adjusting it, before speaking up. “I, well, we’ve never done what you said, and I was going to start, but I’m not sure the best way to do it. You know, without hurting her or anything.” “Oh, I see. Well. First thing. You can’t do the first time in a shower. Later, you can probably do the touchups in the shower if you want, but first, you need to get out and pat yourself dry - but don’t go crazy and rub yourself completely dry. Damp and warm is good” Tia turned off the water and got out, taking the towel Katie handed her and patted herself dry. The bathroom was very spacious and well-appointed, but with three of them in there it was a little crowded, and they had to maneuver around a bit to give Tia room to dry off while Carol was getting something from one of the lower drawers. “Good, good. Now sit down, yes, on the commode” Carol said, turning to Tia. She took the towel from her and handed it to Katie before stopping Tia’s descent. “No. Open it up. Going to start with a trim and if you straddle the toilet, the hair will just drop into the bowl - no cleanup!” Blushing as if she had done something wrong, though in reality she just had not understood, Tia quickly popped the lid up and sat down on the toilet, feeling a little awkward to be sitting like this with two others so nearby. “There. Now, sweetie, part your knees. I can’t really trim anything if you are hiding it all away!” Again Tia flushed, feeling awkward, like she was totally messing things up. She quickly parted her knees as far as she could until her left knee was pressed up against the side of the cabinetry. She watched while Carol laid out a small towel, a razor, before placing a can of shaving gel next to the towel. Katie’s mom had what looked like a small trimmer in her hand, and the soft buzz that emanated from it when she turned it on experimentally sounded loud in the tile-covered bathroom. “Ok, just relax and try to not move. We’ll get the big curls off first, but don’t worry I won’t get too close with these, but it’s best to not move if you can help it.” Tia nodded, her eyes wide as she watched Carol bring the clippers down to the level of her lap and turn it on. As soon as she felt the first tiny tugs on her pubic hair, she tensed and forced her legs and hips to stay as still as possible. She watched as patches of stubble became exposed, large bundles of black curls falling between her legs into the toilet bowl. “Wow, that’s, um, wow” she heard Katie say, and she turned to look up at her friend as she stood next to the cabinet, watching from the side as her mother trimmed Tia’s pubic hair. Her towel was coming loose around her breasts and she kept fiddling with it to keep it tucked in while gazing steadily at what was happening between Tia’s legs. Far more quickly than she would have thought, Tia watched Carol remove all the hair from between her legs, pressing each leg out and holding it while she ran the clippers carefully down each side one final time. The buzzing vibration of the hair trimmer had been startling at first, but by the time Carol was finished, Tia had begun to enjoy it, the vibrations sending naughty little tingles straight to her clit. Even with Carol going slow and being careful, using the trimmer part of the operation didn’t take very long. In a few minutes Tia’s previously covered pussy, was now left with stubble on it, so bare that her arousal was obvious and she was sure Carol and Katie could see the build-up of her dew clinging to her labia, “Let’s see, I just need to make sure I haven’t nicked you at all, let me just take a look at you.” They all knew that there was no real reason to check, but it was so much fun to let Carol run her fingers over her engorged sex. She was puffy with excitement, and Katie’s mom took her time “inspecting” her for injury, to the point that she even spread her open, pinning her folds back, exposing the pink wetness inside. “Okay, I think that’s good. Now, I know you are nice and limber. Hop up on the counter and sit on the towel”. Carol was matter of fact, patting the towel she had laid out and backing out of the way, pushing against Katie who seemed to not be paying too much attention to where her mom was moving, her eyes constantly on Tia and the changes between her legs. Tia was flushed all the way up her chest now, and as she got up on the counter, she spread herself even more lewdly - up and exposed, so to speak. She could feel them touching her, looking at her, and it was driving her nuts. Katie was watching avidly, her towel again falling off of her breasts, though she did not seem to notice. She could feel her nipples aching, and if Katie asked her to, she knew what she’d be doing to them, as well as other places on her body. Working the gel into a watery lather, Carol spread the shaving cream all the way from above Tia’s pussy, right down through the crack of her ass. Once the cream covered everything, Carol took Tia’s left leg and pushed it up. Up until her foot was on the edge of the counter. “Can you hold it there?” she heard the older woman ask. Nodding slowly, adjusting her seat a little, she found her balance, only to be knocked off it when Carol grabbed her other leg and repeated the motion. As her other foot hit the tile countertop she could feel herself stretching wide open, and if it was not for the shaving cream, she was sure they would be able to see right up inside of her. Putting the gel aside Carol washed her hands off and picked up the new razor, taking off the guard, tossing that in the trash. Turning around with the razor Carol knelt down, carefully pressing against Tia’s skin, and began the careful process of shaving the stubble from her sex. “Hold still,” Carol said softly to Tia as she edged in on the area of her clit. She wasn’t touching it yet, but Tia was already having trouble staying still. She was squirming, and she was afraid they might cut her. “If you don’t hold still, I will get Katie to tie you down on the bed or on the couch!” Tia gripped her knees and worked hard to not move, though every touch Carol made was making her squirm with increasing arousal. Her fingers kept getting closer and closer to her clit, and she had to stifle another gasp. When she pulled the skin tight on one side, and slid the razor just down along her clit, she shuddered with both fear and excitement. As she held still, waiting for Carol to continue, she felt a finger slide inside of her and Carol’s thumb pressing against the side of her swollen clit. “You gotta stop moving so much. Maybe this will help...” Tia felt so naughty now, spread wide and letting Katie’s mom touch her while she shaved her most intimate area. When Carol moved to the other side, again pulling her skin taut, Tia felt the woman’s finger slide along her clit and she jumped in startled pleasure. “S-sorry!” she said as she stopped moving for a second, looking at her as if she was doing something wrong. She blushed and nodded, but as soon as Carol’s finger slid against her clit again, she moaned and gritted her teeth. “K ... K ... just ... go,” she said, feeling the razor slide down the other side, leaving her more and more bare. As Carol again spoke to her, she could feel her slide a finger down towards her opening. “We gotta get further down now, so sorta lean back more and pull back on your knees and I have to hold you like this to get each side down here.” Taking the time to refresh some of the shaving cream, Carol lined up and started taking small amounts at a time, edging ever closer to her anus and her vagina. To steady her, Carol had cupped her bottom on the other side, her thumb pressing and sliding in towards her wetness. As the older woman studiously worked, Tia could feel the thumb sliding closer and closer until it slipped inside of her. “She’s dripping wet,” Carol observed to her daughter, teasing Tia a bit, holding her firmly as Tia jerked away a little at the intrusion. Tia looked down at Carol’s face as she concentrated on her task, gasping again as she felt Carol’s thumb moving inside of her - ostensibly to hold her in place. She glanced at Katie and saw her friend’s own flushed face, Katie’s towel having once again come untied and her breasts exposed. Tia could feel the scrape of the razor as they shaved her, and when Carol’s thumb pulled out of her only to be replaced with the older woman’s other thumb when her hand cupped Tia’s other buttock, she was not surprised. Carol continued to slowly probe her with her thumb, and she felt the scrapes of the razor removing the last bits of her hair. Tia looked down between her legs, seeing her bare skin exposed, and watched as Carol slowly patted the area dry with her free hand, her thumb continuing to slowly fuck Tia’s cunny as if it was the most normal thing to do. And perhaps it was, Tia thought, her muscles spasming a little as she felt Carol’s thumb rub against her most sensitive spots. “Look at that now,” Carol said in something just above a whisper, both her and Katie watching Carol slowly fuck Tia with her hand, Tia’s legs quivering as she held them up above the counter. Like some sort of bizarre examination, Tia watched as Carol slowly moved her thumb in and out of her before pulling free and using her right hand to carefully part her labia, folding them back like a pink flower, leaving her completely shaven and exposed. “God, that’s ... sexy...” Katie breathed before gasping in shock when Carol leaned in and licked Tia from stem to stern. Once. And then a second time before sitting back quickly and pulling her hands away. “Sorry, but it was so beautiful I just ... had to.” Tia had been stunned, shocked a little at Carol’s tongue, but her immediate reaction was to groan and press forward, her arousal peaking as she continued to be spread and exposed. Wet and wanting, she looked at her friend and her mother, almost unable to voice her need. “Please...” Katie moved closer and grabbed Tia’s upright knee, keeping her spread open. Her towel had fallen completely away, and she stood there as naked as Tia was - albeit not shaven and spread wide. “God, Tee-tee, you are such a slut! Begging for it!” Tia clamped her mouth shut and moaned, her hips rocking against the countertop, on edge and feeling completely at their mercy. “Yes ... can you ... please?” “That’s now how it works. You are the slut, not us. But I guess if Mom doesn’t mind, she can help you. You’ve been teasing her forever. She should see just how much of a kinky little slut you are, I guess.” Carol’s fingers once again went between Tia’s legs, and as she turned her hand palm up, Tia felt two fingers slide inside of her while Carol’s thumb found her clit. As the older woman slowly worked her fingers and thumb like a small vise, she began to fuck back against their hand eagerly. “Oh god, yes...” “Fuck Tia, you just love having your wet little cunt played with, don’t you?” Katie said, no actual anger or sounds of upset evident in her voice. In fact, when Tia glanced away from Carol to her daughter, she could see her friend lightly running her hand over her stomach and lower, toying with the curls of her pubic hair. Tia just moaned while Carol continued to finger fuck her, her thumb sending jolts of pleasure through her clit. Over and over Carol’s fingers moved until Tia was gasping out her pleasure, the sounds making clear her orgasm was close. She turned and stared at Katie while Carol was touching her, and she watched as Katie slowly played with herself while she watched the two of them. While she watched her mom make Tia cum. Tia felt a warm wetness and her clit exploded, causing her to orgasm. Looking down, she could see Carol once again licking her, the woman’s mouth wide open and sucking on the whole of Tia’s sex while Tia’s hips bucked hard against Carol’s face. “Fucking ‘ey, guess Tina’s not the only freak around here!” Katie said, her voice husky with her own arousal as she boldly played with herself while watching them. “I’ll let the two of you finish, but you get your ass to the living room as soon as she’s done with you, Tee-Tee. I will wait a few minutes before I start the timer again” Tina could not believe what had just happened. She held still, her body still recovering from her orgasm, and watched Carol continue to kiss and lick every bare inch of skin between her legs. Katie had left them alone, and she was not sure if her friend was upset or just a little uncomfortable seeing her mother doing what she was doing. Tia was shocked, of course, but the pleasure had been undeniable, and the way Carol was lovingly licking and cleaning her up made her feel all warm and fuzzy in the afterglow of her orgasm. Finally, Carol stopped and sat back on her heels. The older woman looked up at her a bit sheepishly and apologized. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help it, it is so ... pretty” Tia flushed and smiled. “Oh. It’s ok ... mmm. Very. It was nice. I sure don’t mind.” “I’ll bet!” Carol said, smiling as she helped Tia straighten her legs, holding her hand as she stepped down from the countertop. Naked as a nymph, Tia turned to smile back at Carol before heading towards the door “I better, um, go find Katie.” “Yes, best get going, otherwise you will never get that number down, hmm? Though now they will have even less of a clue as to who you are!” Tia went down the hall to Katie’s room, looking in for a moment before realizing Katie wasn’t there. Padding down the stairs, comfortable and a bit proud of her naked freedom, she heard the television on and went to where it was and spotted Katie still wrapped in her towel, watching a show and waiting for her. Katie looked up, spotting Tia coming into the room, and motioned her over to the couch, having her stand next to her, but not blocking the screen. “Let me see!” Tina moved over to where Katie motioned and stood while her friend ran her hand up her thigh and across her newly shaven, baby smooth vulva. “God Tee-Tee, that looks so good. And feels so soft. Gimme a little room here,” Katie said, patting the inside of Tia’s thigh before sliding in between her legs and pushing the side of her hand against Tia’s damp slit. Katie turned back to look at the television screen while her hand slowly explored Tia’s bare body, sliding all over her newly shaven areas and reaching around cupping her bare bottom, even slipping a single finger in between Tia’s labia. “Good girl. Tee-tee - why don’t you go make us all some popcorn. LIke two bags. They are in the pantry by the cereal.” Katie said, removing her fingers and patting Tia’s bottom. As Tia walked towards the kitchen, she heard Katie’s mom come down and the two of them began to talk about something that she could not quite make out. It did not take her too long to find the popcorn, and while she waited on the first one to pop in the microwave, she opened a few cabinets until she found the popcorn bowl they’d used in the past. She took it, and another similarly large plastic bowl, and waited only a minute for the first bag to get done. Popping the second bag in, she carefully opened the finished, fully popped bag and poured it into the bowl. She could tell the other bag would be a minute before it would be done so she took the first bowl out and handed it to Katie. The two of them stopped talking as soon as she entered, though Katie was effusive in her praise. “Mmmm, smells delicious Tee-Tee, such a good girl you are, hmm mom?” Tia flushed, hearing them compliment her for being little more than a servant, though she hurried back to the kitchen in time to get the second bag as it finished. Returning to the other room, she paused briefly, waiting for instructions. Receiving none, she sat down on the couch near Katie and ate a little popcorn while trying to figure out what they had started watching. She soon figured out it was one of those procedural dramas her folks liked - and apparently Carol and Katie as well. Not that interested in the show, though it was not bad or anything - just not her thing - she got a little more comfortable on the couch and enjoyed the popcorn even though she knew the games were not done for the night. Katie had mentioned she was putting the timer back on, so Tia was sure there would be more naughty fun before the night was over. Sure enough, a few minutes later the timer went off, and Katie paused their show and turned to Tia. “Time, Tee-tee! Four minutes, let’s see if you can get rid of a few people, hmm?” Katie adjusted her towel around her while she waited, and Tia could see Carol watching them both, though she did not say a word - just watched. Quite familiar with this test, and how hard it was to reach her peak quickly, even if she was constantly aroused, Tia did not hesitate. She slid her hand down between her legs and slid two fingers up and down the length of her slit, coating them with her juices. She could feel her membranes pulsing as they awoke more completely, and her hips rocked of their own volition as soon as her slick fingertips found her clit and began that oh-so-familiar circular motion. “Hmm, wait a second. Mom can’t see very well. That’s rather rude, no? I’ll give you another minute for the interruption, but go lay down on the carpet there and continue.” Katie told her, tapping away on her phone, no doubt adjusting the timer. Tia was well aroused already and did not really think much about giving Carol a better view. It wasn’t like they both had not seen her cum before. She rather quickly got down on the floor, pointing her feet at a point between Carol and Katie before pulling up her knees and parting her legs, her hand going back between her thighs immediately. She could feel the lips of her sex opening and closing a little with every circle she made of her clit, and she alternated long slides of her fingers down her slit with more rapid circles of her throbbing clit. Tia closed her eyes and concentrated on the way her body felt, her knees rocking back and forth a bit and her hips bucking slowly against her hand. Over and over she touched her damp cunt, her hard clit, and she could feel herself building towards another orgasm. There had been so many today she had lost count. But she was not ready to stop. She loved the game. Loved the randomness of it all. The raw sexuality of it all. She was in another world when she was like this. Whether it was at home with her brothers, or here with Katie, she felt free. “Time, so sorry!” Katie called out, interrupting her rapid rise towards orgasm. Groaning, clasping a hand to herself in frustration, Tia stopped trying to beat the timer and laid back on the carpet. “God, so close,” she sighed, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing. “I know, poor thing, at least come get a snack and get your number down before you have the entire school there!” Tia looked up and saw Katie smiling at her as Tia lay on the floor unsatiated. Glancing over at Carol, who seemed to be studiously watching the television, she got up on her elbows and looked at Katie, silently asking if she was serious. “Mmmm, come now, you know you want to,” Katie said as she undid the top of her towel and spread it wide open against the couch, exposing her naked body. Tia looked again at Carol, who continued to ignore the two of them and then got up on her hands and knees and began to move towards Katie. It was clear that Katie wanted to be as bold and exposed as possible, and after what had happened at the dining table (and even more so during the shaving experience) Tia figured that there was no way they were going to be in trouble. Far from it. Katie scooted her bottom near the edge of the couch, slouching back as she parted her legs to give Tia enough room. As soon as Tia got to the right spot and knelt back on her heels, she could see how wet and ready her friend was. Even before she touched her, the soft petals of her sex had split wide and her pink center looked wet and inviting. With another glance at Carol, who had now turned her head to look at them, Tia leaned in and licked at the inviting wetness, closing her eyes as she tasted her friend and heard Katie’s small moans of pleasure.

The Keys by OutdoorCat The Keys Ch. 09 Lydia must get back to the park without her clothes. Lydia felt a sudden wave of nausea and lightheadedness. She braced herself with one hand on the brick wall, the other balled in a fist holding her five keys against her bare stomach. Feeling a surge of anguish and disbelief work its way up to her throat, she wondered if she might really get sick right then then and there. Bending down to check everywhere a second time, Lydia again found nothing. My backpack, my clothes. My phone! It's all gone! Even my shoes and my hat. Where did they go?! Scenarios began flooding into her mind about her things being stolen. Could someone have followed her there? Or maybe someone just randomly stumbled upon it? She might eventually be able to find the whoever picked up her backpack if she used her phone locator app at home, but then she would have to explain to someone eventually why the phone was in a backpack in an alley miles away from her house in the middle of the night. She could say that she lost it at the gym, but would Jen back her story up? Then Lydia noticed something about the dumpster that was different. It was empty! She bit her lip in contemplation of that fact and it occurred to her what must have happened. That garbage truck that passed the street on my way into the gym... Could it have picked up the trash at this dumpster and taken everything next to it with it? The thought of it was almost more than Lydia could bear and she looked back down the alley to the street biting her lip with an expression of concern and indecision on her face. She did not even know where the local garbage trucks took the garbage that they collected. Her backpack could be anywhere right now. There was just one thing left to do. She was naked, holding five keys, in the middle of town and the only hope of escaping her predicament was to run back to the park, get her house key, and take the trail back home. She looked up and down the dark alley, glancing one more time around her bare feet for any sign that she had overlooked her shoes at least. No such luck. It was just her in the alley and literally nothing else. With much reluctance and no small measure of fear, she took her first steps away from the dumpster and down the alley. No amount of wishing for clothes would make any appear and the more she stood around waiting for it to happen the more likely it was that she would be seen. The stars were barely visible from the light pollution of the town, so Lydia was not sure if it was getting brighter yet or if it was just her imagination. Sticking to back alleys, she took the longer way around the town square to bypass it completely. Without the failsafe dress that had been in her backpack, she found herself suddenly less willing to take risks. She knew that she would not be able to take the long way every time though. She had to get home sooner rather than later at this hour. Lydia alternated between jogging down dark back alleys and sprinting across streets. This became surprisingly routine to Lydia as she made her way toward the library. Although there were no close encounters, she had spotted at least three cars sharing the road much farther down from her. She tried not to think about it too much but each one highlighted the fact that more and more people would be waking up soon. Lydia could not afford to waste any time if she wanted to remain unseen. The library came into view which presented a challenge that had not seemed so terrible the first time she was here. She would need to cover about two hundred feet between crossing the road, the green, and a small section of the parking lot before she could get to the side of the library and pass behind it. Checking every direction first, she used her grip on the building's corner to launch herself forward. Nothing was coming yet, and she intended to keep it that way. Lydia had to stumble and walk awkwardly across the green due to stepping on acorns hidden amongst the grass. She stopped once after a particularly sharp one but kept going since her feet did not seem to be injured significantly. Stepping off the curb that separated the green from the parking lot, she trotted the rest of the way to the library's wall and huddled behind it. First, she checked to make sure that no one had seen her or was following her. Then, she double checked more carefully that her foot was okay from its mishap. I really need to watch my step, no matter how dark it is. Just one wrong move and I'm limping home, and at that pace there's no way I will make it in time to avoid getting seen. She was sure that this would not be the last time that she wished she could have at least kept her shoes. Her feet were already starting to hurt from the constant pounding against concrete and asphalt. Glass, thorns, or any other such hazard would ruin any chance of remaining hidden while she was naked in the middle of town. Lydia imagined needing to limp into a store naked for help or resorting to hitchhiking to the hospital which would leave only one hand for cover. The thought of getting discovered that way was even more unbearable now than when she had left her house earlier that morning. Perhaps because, now, it was a legitimate possibility. Lydia stepped lightly along the narrow strip of grass that separated the library from the dense growth of bushes and trees. The branches reached outward as if longing to trespass every corner of her helplessly exposed body while she passed by. The prospect of a million spindly fingers caressing her most intimate parts with no way to stop it made her hate the trees even more, especially because, despite herself, the idea still excited her a little. Nevertheless, at this point she was tired and just wanted to be home. The refreshed feeling from taking her shower at the gym was fading quickly. The ladder that she used to enter the library earlier was still where she had left it. By then, the timer had expired and the library lights were turned off. It was dark behind the library which was preferable to Lydia. She figured that she could have saved a minute or two by simply running in front of the library, but the risk of darting naked in front of such a public building had not felt worth it. Lydia reached the opposite end of the library anyway with just a few minor scratches for her trouble. Just two more blocks and she would be out of the center of town. From behind a bush, she hesitated to cross the street toward the next alley. Her doubts were vindicated as a car turned a corner two blocks down and started toward Lydia's position. She waited, hoping that the bush would cover her sufficiently. As the car approached, the headlights cast an illumination over everything in the street before it. The light even pieced the veil of the foliage and Lydia could see her body as clear as she would in the daytime. Could he see me behind this bush??? Her rational side said no, and she tried to picture what the driver was probably seeing. Even if the driver was looking right at her hiding spot as the car passed, the driver probably would not see her through the branches and leaves. That was even if he was paying attention to anything except the road. However, her frightened side overwhelmed her. She pressed herself down upon the grass curled up in a ball with her face sticking out. The car passed without giving any indication of having noticed the naked girl in the bushes. She watched as it disappeared from view and saw that no other cars seemed to be coming. Lydia stood up and ran across the street, making it halfway across before seeing brake lights flash red to her right. The car had stopped while she was still fully visible in the street. Lydia sprinted to the alley and hid behind the corner to watch what the car would do. It was just stopped at the stop sign! Lydia sighed in relief and turned to navigate two more alleys and street crossings. She had finally made it to the edge of town where the gas station with the convenience store was. Bouncing on her feet, she weighed whether she should run for the side wall right then or wait. Lydia looked down the street and saw a car approaching from three blocks down. Was it the same one? Lydia squinted her eyes to see better. No, this one is different. She decided to wait for it to pass but it slowed down as it reached the gas station and turned in. It was a sporty red car with a bumper sticker that read "13.1" which referred to a half marathon. Lydia cursed this really inconvenient timing. She knew it was getting closer to dawn, but who would be getting gas when it was still so early in the morning? The car parked next to one of the gas pumps and the driver opened the door. The woman who emerged stood about 5'6" tall and had dirty blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. With black skin-tight shorts and a neon pink sports bra, she looked ready to go for a run. The woman's aqua-blue eyes flashed in Lydia's direction, but Lydia was still well hidden in her alley. In that moment, a spark of recognition struck Lydia. Even at that distance, there was no mistaking that the woman was Jen, the gym manager and Lydia's friend. Lydia's bit both her lips and sucked in air through her nose in realization. Yet another person she knew might see her unadorned body any moment. She watched Jen walk into the convenience store and decided to take her chances. Being seen was unlikely by Lydia's estimation, and she needed to start taking some risks if she was going to get out of town in time for more people to start waking up. As quickly and safely as possible, Lydia entered the street and ran toward the side of the convenience store. Just in time, Lydia removed herself from sight as Jen exited the convenience store and walked back to her car. This time, the athletic 25-year-old woman carried a cup of coffee in one hand and held phone in the other. "Yeah, and I think I need a new sports bra. I ordered a C but I think this one came preshrunk. It's ridiculous how women's clothing works. Anyway, I'll be there soon. I just need to fill up my car and then I'm on my way." Lydia retreated from the parking lot and walked around the backside of the convenience store. It occurred to her that she might be able to get out of her situation if she just called out to Jen. Sure, she would have to answer awkward questions. Not to mention stay naked in front of her new friend for at least a half hour before she could get home. But would Jen keep her secret? Was it worth calling out to avoid being caught by someone else? She reached the other side of the building and, from behind the wall, saw that Jen was still at the gas pump on her phone. Lydia could swear that Jen's eyes were glancing her way, but she knew she was being paranoid. "Yeah, so, guess what else happened. I had this person come into the gym the other day and..." Lydia listened for several grueling minutes, going back and forth about whether to cry out to her friend to not drive away. She desperately wanted to but at the same time could not bring herself to do it. She would be giving herself over to the humiliation of getting escorted home naked by her friend. She would never live it down. "Okay, I'm about to go. I'll see you in a few minutes. By the way, have you heard about the naked person running around town?" Lydia stood paralyzed, rooted on the spot. Her eyes widened and she wondered if she had heard that correctly. "Yeah, Eric, my cop friend, texted me about it," Jen continued, "Apparently there's this naked girl that the police are looking for that's been running around town all night for some reason. Could you imagine?... Yeah... Yeah... Oh, I hope so too! I hope she gets caught. It would be hilarious. Everyone seems to know everybody around here and I've noticed since moving here how quickly word tends to spread in this small town. I could see it becoming a local story or something." The sound of Jen laughing echoed in the depths of Lydia's soul. There was no way she would be calling out now. Not when Jen would probably record her being stranded naked, feebly covering her most private parts, and then likely send the video to the local news and everyone in her contacts. Lydia had been on the verge of calling out, ready for this nightmare to be over. Ready to do whatever Jen wanted, hoping that she would just help her and would keep her secret. Her lip quivered and tears started forming in her eyes. She wanted to cry. "Alright, I'm really going now. See you in a few." Jen removed the nozzle from her car and placed it back on the pump. She got back in her car and slowly rolled off the lot. Lydia watched her opportunity to get out of her mess, perhaps her last one, speed off into the night. Still, in some small way, Lydia was glad that she had crossed paths with Jen. Now I know that I've been seen, but who saw me? Worse, I've been reported to the police and they're out there looking for me! I need to get out of town NOW! Lydia ran from her hiding spot when the area was clear and quiet again. She treaded down the path that led to the railroad crossing. It was quiet there, so she passed over the rails without incident. The rocks by the tracks made her slow down and walk like she was treading over coals. She waved her arms all about to prevent herself from falling over. Once she got past the tracks, she hurried toward the string of single-story buildings on the far side. She was out in the open for perhaps two minutes, but it felt like an hour. More cars passed as Lydia worked her way through the streets on the edge of town. Due to the absence of back alleys to conceal her better, she frequently hid behind fences, signs, tables, trees, and other obstructions when she needed to. Before long, she reached the sprawling open field behind Trace and Avers. On impulse, she checked her palm to make sure that all five keys were still there. She hoped that the field was not as bright to drivers passing by as it was to her under the moonlight. She shivered and rubbed her arms for warmth. From behind a tall wooden fence, she crossed the street and entered the field. There was nowhere to hide. The ankle-high grass was not even tall enough to lay down in to conceal her. She jogged as quickly as she dared, not wanting to step on anything hidden in the turf. Further into the field, she saw cars traversing the streets that ran along the perimeter of the field, and not just the headlights. It was starting to get bright enough to make out the entire car which, to Lydia, meant that the drivers would be able to just make out her shape too even if they might not see that she was naked. It was her worst-case scenario for this part of her run. All she could do was hope that she was too far into the darkness to see clearly, or that the cars were too focused on the road to even notice her. Lydia reached the edge of the retention pond where Trace and Avers loomed over her once more. The lights were still on in the building and she found that she could see into the second-floor windows. The cleaners appeared to be gone and there was no sign of either the security guard or anyone else. She skirted the pond and passed the spot where she had laid her backpack and shoes earlier, both of which she now sorely missed. The dewy grass was kinder to her feet than the pavement, but she still wanted nothing more than to rest her aching feet. Doing so, however, would require her to sit down in the field. If she did that, then she might be tempted to lay down too. In her current state, exhausted from constant excitement, frequent fright, and from simply walking the several miles that she had done so far, Lydia was afraid she might fall asleep where she lay. She imagined with much anxiety the prospect of waking up mid-morning, sunshine all round her, and sitting up to stretch her arms high before realizing that she was naked in the back part of her workplace at the edge of town. The would be no escaping a humiliating public display of her body if that happened. No, I can't rest yet. I have to get home! Lydia kept her distance from Trace and Avers to ensure that no one could see her from the windows even if someone just happened to be looking. She ran across the street and down it away from the white, box-like building. Then Lydia passed the flower shop and breakfast café that she had spent a few minutes in front of on her way into town. The clock in the café read 5:34am. Oh, thank heavens. Some good news. She had taken her time getting back across town to avoid taking risks and moved more slowly to protect her bare feet. Lydia was acutely aware that she was getting back later than she had planned to, but it was not as late as she had thought. She knew that there was just under one hour until sunrise and spending the past hour in complete undress had not softened the sensation of nudity for her. She continued down the barren streets past the mechanic's shop. Just one more street to go. Making sure that the way was clear, she crossed the street and jogged along the sidewalk next to the tree line. One block ahead, the trees parted into the S-shaped curve of road that led into the park. Without waiting, she turned the corner and, for what felt like the first time in an eternity, felt the relief of having no streetlights glittering down upon her naked skin. Like last time, she stayed between the trees and the two-rail wood fence that separated her from the street. There would be no cover upon entering the park but she did not believe that it would be a problem. After all, who would be there so early? Lydia was about to discover. She passed the welcome sign that marked the entrance to the park and stopped so suddenly that she fell backwards onto the ground. Oh, no! People! Lydia scrambled herself to her feet and hid behind one of the posts that held up the sign. The post offered pitiful concealment though, as Lydia could be plainly seen from behind it. Realizing this, she crossed the road to her left and found a broad tree to hide behind. It did not completely block her from sight but it was all that she could do. Looking into the park, Lydia spotted three cars in the parking lot to her right. In the park center, the light from the pavilion revealed five people gathered about the picnic tables. Two men, and three women. Lydia gulped quietly but discovered her throat to be dry. In a defeated slump, she leaned her chest against the tree and clung to it wistfully. She was so close to her house key. She might even be able to sneak her way around the outside of the park to get to the box that it was locked in. However, Lydia could be standing right over it and it would do her no good because she only had five of the six keys. The final key was hidden under the picnic table where a group of runners sat chatting with one another, and they seemed in no hurry to move on. The Keys Ch. 10 Lydia needs her house key before she can finally go home. The sky showed more signs that the darkness of night was steadily giving way to the dawn. The group of runners was still standing amidst the picnic tables casually passing their time. Lydia could hear scattered conversation from her hiding place in the trees. There was nothing to suggest that they were either leaving for a run soon or just taking their time cooling down from one they just finished. All she could do was hide in the shroud surrounding her tree like an obscured nude silhouette. The prospect of just walking up naked without a word and taking the key under the picnic table was growing perversely more attractive as the seconds ticked by. Whatever she was going to do, Lydia felt that she needed to do it soon. She was still over a mile away from her house and, more importantly, her clothes since she had lost her dress in town along with everything else except her padlock keys. More people were bound to visit the park as the morning drew on. In the time she spent standing behind the tree line of the park, she had an opportunity to become intimately familiar with the aches in her muscles and the soreness in her feet. Not to mention the fact that she had not eaten in hours, so she was beginning to get hungry. Ugh! It's not fair! When are they going to leave??? She saw that one of the women was texting someone and then suddenly pointed in Lydia's direction. Lydia pulled her head back behind the tree, afraid that she had been seen. Lydia's rational side reasoned that the woman was likely not pointing at her, but she was unwilling to bet against the possibility. Just then, her dark hiding spot was illuminated all at once by oncoming headlights. Lydia was so focused on the picnic tables that she had not considered moving further into the trees away from the road. By the time she turned her head, the car had already passed. It was a sporty red car that Lydia recognized. Jen?! Lydia figured that it made sense to see her friend her in the park doing a morning run with a group before she opened the gym. She just hoped that Jen had not seen her bent-over backside on the drive into the park. Trying to disturb as little of the crunchy undergrowth as possible, Lydia edged further from the road just in case she was in danger of putting herself on display for any other cars that might drive in. She watched Jen park her car, get out, and wave to the group. There was nothing about her behavior that suggested that she had seen a naked girl standing in the woods spying on the picnic tables. "Hey guys! Sorry I'm late. I had to get some gas for the car. Is everyone here?" Jen called to the runners. "No! Your boyfriend is missing, and we were waiting on you!" one of the women shouted back. "Yeah, he's not going to make it today unfortunately," Jen explained in a lower voice as she got closer, but still audible to Lydia. "It's just us so we can get going anytime. I figure that it's close enough to six if you want to start stretching." Six? As in 6:00am? I was hoping to be home by now... "That works for us," one of the men spoke up. "Are we going to do a loop or an out-and-back?" "How about..." Jen responded pensively, "How about we mix things up a bit and do two out-and-backs. I figure we can run a mile and a half one way, double back, and then run a mile and a half the other way. Then we can double back to here and call it a morning. Is everyone okay with six miles?" There was a murmur of agreement among the group and Lydia felt conflicting emotions about their plan. The group was about to move off. This was good! Whichever way they went, Lydia could retrieve the picnic table key and finish her collection. But what if the group ran down the trail toward her house? Lydia would either have to bike slowly behind them and then move off-trail when they turn around, or just wait until they double back so that the trail would be clear. Waiting would cost her at least half hour, and the sun will have risen by then. Pedaling home in nature's majesty, clothed only in sunlight, sounded delightful in theory. However, Lydia knew it would be awful in practice as she would constantly be looking out for other trail-goers. Conversely, the group could run the other way. Lydia could get her house key, bike the path home as quickly as she could, and hope to stay ahead of the runners. Waiting for them to finish their run and drive away from the park was out of the question. It would simply take too long. She could wait in the park bathrooms all day until the next night but that was not viable either. Lydia's hand unconsciously wandered to the smooth curve of her vagina and massaged gently with her fingertips, as if to remind her of the modesty that she needed to protect and how much her reputation was at stake. Lydia was not sure which awful alternative she preferred. She especially felt helpless knowing that she had no say in the matter. Lydia was startled back to attention when she heard a shout from inside the park. "Okay guys, it's well past six now. Let's get going!" Jen called to the group. The two men and four women jogged away from the picnic tables directly toward the paved trail. Since the trail cut through the park it was impossible for Lydia to tell which way they would go. Closer, closer, she watched. Finally, the group reached the trail and veered off to the right. Yes! Lydia jumped up and down in place, breasts bouncing along in her jubilee. After thinking about it, Lydia knew this was the best possible outcome. She smiled through the trees at this glimmer of good luck among her more recent misfortunes. Lydia watched as they jogged out of the park, down the trail, and out of sight. She waited until the park was quiet once more. Lydia could no longer hear the thumping of runners plodding down the trail. This was it. It was her one chance to get the last key. Lacking cover, or even backup clothes, Lydia placed her hands across her chest and over her pelvis just in case the group doubled back unexpectedly. She sprinted through the park nearly skidding to a halt on the grass before the pavilion. Lydia quickly laid herself flat on the bench of the middle picnic table with her legs spread open, the chilly surface freezing against her exposed back. She felt entirely vulnerable in this demeaning position, but her goal necessitated it. The key was still under the table bound in place by a piece of tape. She internally rued the moment when, hours before, she had decided to leave the key there for safe keeping. Not so safe after all, as it turns out. Not for me, anyway. She picked at the key with both hands until the tape gave way. Finally, at long last, she held her sixth and final key in her right hand with the other five keys in her left. Lydia sat up and straddled the picnic table's bench. Her eyes darted toward the trail where the runners had departed. She found that the pavilion light did not prevent her from seeing out into the park this time, unlike how it had earlier in the night. It was yet another sign that the full brightness of daytime was fast approaching. She rose from the bench, feeling a little lightheaded from standing too quickly, and walked out of the pavilion toward the bathrooms. Holding her forehead, she did not bother to attempt covering her nudity or hurrying along this time. Regaining clarity, she broke into a light jog and noticed something amiss. The light from inside the bathrooms still shone out over the quiet area where the bike rack was located. The only problem was that the Lydia's bike was no longer there. Seriously?! Why me??? It was a small town full of what she believed to be honest people. Besides that, no one should have been at the park overnight. She thought that her bike would be safe there. Lydia berated herself for not realizing that she could have parked it in the woods next to her key box. No one would have stolen it if they could not find it in the first place. She threw her hands up in the air in frustration, knowing that she had no time to dwell on the mishap. I guess any good luck I had has officially run out... Feeling sour but keen to be out of view again, Lydia stepped behind the bathroom building and scanned the trees. Finding her objective, she placed her feet carefully and forded the underbrush. A moment later, she was in the confined clearing by the tree around which hung her bike lock. Lydia squatted down and, despite her present circumstances, felt a sense of accomplishment for reuniting the scattered keys to their respective locks. The actual unlocking took longer than Lydia anticipated. She had neglected to label the keys according to the lock that they belonged to, so she had to work her way around the outside of the box in a circle to match each key to its lock. One by one, however, the padlocks clicked open. All the while, Lydia could almost feel the presence of the running group like a prickling upon her neck urging her to go faster. She wondered how long it would take them to reach their turn-around point. Finally, the last key entered the last lock and Lydia swung open the box. Within, there was only the one key. It was the one that she needed most. She picked up her house key and stared at it in her hands like it was the most precious of her possessions. She was not too far off either, as it was literally her only possession at the moment. Lydia stood up and left the box behind. She planned to drive to the park and the library the next day to pick up everything she had left behind in the night. Out of habit, she tip-toed to the edge of the painted cinder block wall of the bathroom building and peered out from behind it. No one was in the park to see her nakedness, so she sauntered into the light. Not pausing for a second, she proceeded to the asphalt that led into the forest. Taking one last look at the park as she went, Lydia took to the trail for her final walk home. Before long, the paved trail gave way to an earthen path complete with the occasional rock and root. On the way to the park, Lydia had the benefit of her flats to safeguard her feet and her bike to ferry her along with speed. She had neither of these advantages this time. Lydia did appreciate the dim light that was filtering through the trees to help her avoid hazards on the trail, but it was a double-edged sword because she could also see far down the trail in either direction. That meant that others could too. The deep, velvet blue sky that had been speckled generously by glittering stars was fading into the purple and orange of the dawn. So few stars now remained. A growing symphony of birds was waking the forest with a pleasant chirping. Lydia could feel daytime approaching in everything around her. She had nearly a mile left to travel and she felt like she was moving too slowly. Lydia expected to hear the runners catch up to her at any moment. Amid the fatigue, exhaustion, and worry, the thought of being overtaken by an entire group, including one person that she knew and talked to regularly, motivated her to keep her going. For the most part, Lydia hugged her body to keep anyone that might happen by from seeing all of her. However, when she had to navigate a particularly tricky web of roots, she held her arms up to give herself balance. The exposure during these moments made Lydia feel like she was on display of all the world to see. In the middle of one such root cluster, she heard a jingling sound approaching from around the bend. Through the trees, she could see a figure approaching. Panic swarmed over her. Lydia looked around to find the best likely hiding spot. There was a rock the size of a large coffee table just a few feet off the trail. She made for it and dove behind it, curling her legs up to keep her toes from poking out the side. It was a paltry hiding spot, but it was the best that she could do. She placed her hand over her mouth to dampen the sound of her breathing. Lydia laid on her side with her back to the trail... listening. It sounded like a man walking his dog on a leash. Lydia inhaled quietly and pinched her nose shut for good measure, determined to hold her breath until they passed. The dry leaves irritated her soft bare skin until she was itchy and tickled all over. Her muscles tightened and she prepared herself to break into a run if the man discovered her, but the man and his dog simply walked by never aware that Lydia was just a few feet away from them huddled naked behind the rock. When the man had walked a sufficient distance, she sat up and stared after him not noticing the leaf that had clung to her hair. He was not quite yet out of sight, but she wanted to keep moving so she returned to the trail and hoped that he would not turn around until she was around the bend. On more than one occasion, Lydia had misjudged a foothold and stepped too hard on a tendril of a tree root. It would make her stop momentarily and bite back a yelp of pain, but she had to keep going. She told herself the same thing over and over as more of her body became visible by the emerging sunlight. She had to keep going. Dawn had finally arrived, and she was not yet in the safety of her house. Lydia wondered what she would think of this whole ordeal once it was done. As far as she knew, no one had identified her in her naked run through town. Although I did overhear from Jen that I was spotted and the police were looking for me. Lydia reflected on this with her arms spread wide for support on the uncertain trail, grateful that the roots were growing sparser as she went. She could not wait to write about her adventure in her diary that she kept well hidden in her bedroom. Lydia thought it would be fun to reminisce about the particularly scary moments when she had been close to getting caught by people. She hated the fact that her bike was stolen and her phone was lost but she was trying to stay optimistic about the fact that these things had added an unexpected level of thrill to the experience. Lydia smiled. Thrills that might make other certain private experiences more pleasurable when I think of them. "Um... hello." Lydia had been lost in thought and focused on staring at the ground to control her footing. She had been so close to home that she had allowed herself to become careless about checking the trail ahead. She looked up to see a man who appeared to be in his late twenties standing before her in a running outfit. He was about six feet tall, had light brown hair. The gaze of his handsome brown eyes swam all over Lydia's uncovered body. His expression was one of both surprise and wary amusement. A smile slowly formed across his face and settled into a smirk as he crossed his arms. Suddenly breathless and stunned, Lydia had not even dropped her arms. Instead, she stood before him with her eyes locked on his. It finally registered that she was showing him everything. Boobs, pussy, her face, and literally everything else. For reasons that she would never understand, her demeanor relaxed and she straightened herself up without covering her body with her hands. "Um, are you okay?" the man asked cautiously. "Oh yeah, psh, yeah. I'm good," Lydia said laughing amicably and waving her hand as if there was nothing out of place in this insane situation. She decided to try to fake her way through this. "Yeah, how are you this morning?" The man paused and continued to look Lydia up and down. She was beginning to grow uncomfortable. "Much better now, thanks. But really, are you okay?" the man replied. "Yeah, I'm fine," said Lydia, feeling the farthest one can feel from fine, "Just out enjoying the morning air." Lydia started to walk past him and he did not bar her way. She could feel her butt being admired and made no move to put a stop to it. There was not much she could do now anyway. He had seen everything. "That's good to hear. I mean, I was going to give you my shirt at least but if you say you're fine..." he trailed off never seeing Lydia's grimace at her latest missed opportunity for clothes. "Say, I'm Chris. What's your name?" The man held out his hand, offering it to Lydia. "Jen," Lydia said without thinking, "My name's Jen." They shook hands and Chris nodded slowly. "That's nice to know. Well... um... Jen, I've got to say that you look fantastic. I hope to see you out here again sometime," he added with another playful smile. "Hmm", Lydia smiled coyly still holding his hand, "perhaps you will." Of course, she had no intention of showing her face in public for at least a month after this, but she was not sure what to say. She just wanted to go. They let go of each other's hands and Lydia turned once more to walk down the path. She resisted the urge to sprint away. Her mind was racing. She could not believe that she just had a casual conversation with a complete stranger, a cute guy no less, completely naked in the middle of the woods. She looked back to see that he was still admiring her body as it moved lithely through the forest. She kept watching him back until he was too obscured by the trees to see anymore. It was at this point that she broke into a run. She had no idea who this Chris person was, if that was his real name. He seemed nice but she was not willing to give him a chance to catch up regardless. The earthen trail was much clearer here which enabled her to jump over roots and avoid occasional stones and pebbles. She was nearly there. Nearly home. At last, she arrived at her own little trail which led to her back yard. Lydia looked back the way she came and saw no one there. Not Chris, not the group of runners, and no one else new. Sunshine now spread across the highest reaches of the canopy above. Morning had officially begun. Checking to make sure that her house key was still in hand, Lydia marched off the trail and into the woods. The smell of pine mixed with dew enveloped her senses. Lydia hoisted herself over the fallen tree and continued past the large rock. The trees thinned out enough to reveal her neighborhood behind it. Finally, she stepped out of the trees and toward her backyard fence. The door to the fence unlatched without effort and Lydia felt truly safe for the first time in hours. Although still naked, she was at least in her own backyard again. She walked over to the hose which hung off the back wall and rinsed the accumulated dust, dirt, and filth from her feet. With all the gratitude she could muster, she saw no cuts or severe abrasions. Satisfied, she turned off the water and walked to her back door. Her hands were trembling as she fed the key into the lock. Was it fear? Was it exhaustion? Lydia did not know, and she was too tired to think much about it. The key clicked into place and the handle turned open. Once inside, Lydia sprawled herself onto the living room floor belly down. She turned herself over to lay with her arms and legs spread open. It felt like someone had turned up the gravity. Lydia knew that she could not simply stay there on the floor, so with great effort she sat up and bent her chest over her lap. She realized that she was breathless. She looked at the clock on her wall and saw that it was a little past 7:15am. It was much later than she had planned to get back. She had practiced cross-country hiking and long-distance running in preparation for her adventure, but it had still been many miles covered. Half of it had been done barefoot, and all of it done naked. There was not really a way to practice that in advance. Lydia crawled over to the sofa and rolled herself on top of it. The pillows felt like clouds from heaven. The coolness of the leather-like material was like a healing salve upon her bare skin. Her head spun from weariness. She knew that she could not stay in the living room for long. Her parents might not get home for another few days, but her sister might return home at any moment. Just a few minutes, then. Those were Lydia's last thoughts before she closed her eyes. Just a few minutes, and she drifted off to sleep.

The Arena Aftermath by Hstoner The Arena Aftermath Ch. 01 Public sex leads to new friends. Sara and I knew that there was a risk of consequences from our performance in Texas. Still, we thought that we were reasonably safe. True, we had fucked and sucked naked on stage in front of about 8,000 people. But, we had done it nearly a thousand miles from home. Neither of us had any intention of going back to Texas. Only a few people in the West Central Texas town where we had performed knew our real names and contact information. Our agreement with Howard French (not his real name), the sponsor of our "event" was that no pictures were taken. We had been home about a week when we got an e-mail from Vivien, French's accountant and ostensible girlfriend. Vivien was leaving French and had become, we thought, a friend. The e-mail said that, unbeknownst to us, closed-circuit TV cameras had shown every second of our performance on the arena's mega screen TV. That wasn't bad in itself, but, of course, the arena's closed-circuit TV system was computer-driven so a complete video of our performance was saved on French's servers. The last two paragraphs of Vivien's e-mail to us went as follows: "As you know, I'm leaving here. I've been cleaning up things in the office and I deleted the video of you from every place I could find it. To my knowledge, only two copies remain. One is attached. What you did was so beautiful; I had to keep a copy for myself. I hope that you don't mind." "I also attached a copy of my CV. As I told you when you were here, I'd like to get back to the Midwest. You know the deal Howard gave me, so you know that I really don't need to work at all. But, I can't just lie around eating bonbons. If you know anyone doing something interesting whom you could put me in touch with, I'll be forever indebted." I suppose that you could have read that as implied blackmail, but we didn't. It so happened that Sara and I did know someone in the major city in the next state west, about a hundred miles away. Leslie ran a business doing event marketing and consulting. She had started several years ago promoting dirt-track car races. She'd moved up to county fairs, and then got work with a couple of state fairs. Now she was working with some minor league baseball teams and had recently signed a contract to consult with a WNBA franchise. Leslie's husband, Martin, was a structural engineer. He had left a large engineering shop about four years ago to start his own firm, and was doing very well. Leslie and Marty were also committed nudists. That was how we had met them. They were also very good people and very good friends. Sara forwarded Vivien's CV to Leslie. We put the video of our performance on a thumb drive and took it home to watch. Watching ourselves, naked in the bright lights, with spectators faces in the background, show ourselves off and then do oral and vaginal sex brought back much of the intense eroticism of that night. I was surprised that, playing the video in real time, we had been on stage almost exactly the hour which French had requested. It had seemed only about half as long. Sara and I fucked with a special intensity that night. We were both a bit disappointed, though, that no one was watching. Gwen, our secretary, had learned what we were up to before we left for Texas. Since we had been back, she kept teasing us about seeing the video. I probably would have kept quiet about there actually being a video. However, Sara is compulsively honest and candid and told Gwen that we had a video of ourselves. That disclosure led to the three of us sitting in a conference room in our office while Gwen watched a video of me eating and fucking Sara in front of an audience. Gwen watched the video in silence. When it was over, she said, "Wow! You guys are something. I don't think that I could do it, but it must have been fun." Sara responded, "It was the most exciting thing that I've done in my life so far." Apart from showing Gwen the video, things went on fairly normally. We heard from both Leslie and Vivien that Vivien had worked out deals to be an independent contractor to both Leslie's and Marty's businesses and was moving to their town. Given how readily Vivien stripped off in the Texas bar after our performance, we hoped that Les and Marty would bring her into the lifestyle and that we'd be seeing more of her. Right around the Holidays, we got a call from Amy. We had given Amy and her daughter, Heather, our real contact information because they seemed like good people and people we'd like as friends. Apparently, that feeling was mutual. Amy was calling to tell us that she, her husband John, Heather, and Heather's boyfriend Greg were going to Club Orient for ten days in January. Would we like to join them? After checking our calendars, Sara and I gave an enthusiastic "yes." January in the Midwestern US is not the region's best time of year. Several days naked on a Caribbean beach with good company seemed a desirable alternative. We had a very quiet set of Holidays. It was a gorgeous day when we met Amy, Heather, John, and Greg at Princess Juliana airport. When we got to the resort, we hit a glitch. We thought that we had reserved two adjoining chalets. The resort had only reserved one. The resort staff was very sorry, but, with it being winter in North America and Europe, they were fully booked. They did offer to move an extra bed into the chalet. What were we going to do? The chalets are intended to sleep up to four. Adding two people made things a bit cramped. Of course, after a couple of hours nude on the beach, dinner nude on the grounds, and a few drinks, all three couples were getting amorous. Back in the chalet, there was really no privacy. Each couple tried to hide under the sheets, but it was blatantly obvious that we were all going at it. Actually, it was pretty nice hearing the sounds of John and Amy and Heather and Greg making love while Sara and I pleasured each other. The next morning, I had the privilege of sharing the shower outside the chalet with Amy. Grinning, Amy said, "It sounded like you two had a fun evening." Grinning back, I said, "Well, if my ears weren't lying, John hit your spot." Grinning more broadly, Amy said, "Yes, he did and he was rewarded." "I heard that," I said. We both laughed. After toweling off, we walked back inside. Everyone else was up and Sara was making coffee (God love her). Amy walked to the center of the room. "Well, we all know that we all had fun last night. We're so close together in here that I don't see any point in being coy about it. Of course, we have to behave outside the chalet, but, in here, I say that we just be open about the sex." No one objected to that house rule. The six of us spent a very relaxing day naked on the beach. We even survived an influx of cruise ship day trippers who wanted to see the "nudy beach." None of us minded being seen. A few of the cruise ship folks stripped off themselves. Despite the signs forbidding photography, quite a few of the ones who stripped had some special pictures for their albums. John and Amy gamble a bit. That night, they got dressed and took the rental car into Phillipsburg to go to the casino. Heather and John and Amy and I weren't interested in that. Just after Amy and John left, Sara and I wrapped pareos around our waists and walked off the nude beach to a small stand selling fresh cooked fish and rice. We brought four meals back to the chalet and the four of us had our second nude dinner on the porch. After dinner, we had a few drinks and talked. After the dark, the sea breeze slackened and we got a few bugs, which moved us inside. Heather sat down on the sofa and put her feet up on the coffee table. That pose left her fully exposed. "It is funny, and I don't understand it, but I really enjoy people seeing my naked body," Heather said. "I know all three of you are looking at my pussy and that feels great to me. At the same time, I feel good looking at Greg's and Harry's dicks. I even like that Sara is looking at me and I like looking at Sara. What is it? Am I sick?" Sara laughed. "No, you are not sick. The naked human body is an attractive and sexy thing to see. As for people looking at you, I enjoy it too. Part of it is probably breaking the taboo. I also take pride in my body and put work into it. If people get pleasure looking at me, that's great. And, Heather you're very beautiful. You should never be ashamed of or hide your body." Greg and I thought it best to let the girls take the lead on this topic. Heather looked at me, "What about you, Harry. Obviously, you don't mind people seeing you. What is it?" "I think Sara probably explained it as well as I can. I don't know exactly, but, as you said, it gives me a good feeling. Of course, being naked is much more comfortable than being clothed." "What about the sex?" Heather asked. "Sex is a wonderful thing. I don't know why society decided that it should be hidden. I'm proud to give physical proof of my love for Sara." Heather laughed. "As well as you two do it, I'm not surprised that you want to show off." Heather paused. "Don't worry Greg, You're great too," Greg smiled. "Thank you. You aren't so bad yourself." We talked an hour or so longer. Then Heather and Sara got the idea that we might as well re-arrange things so that the three beds were next to each other. That turned into real work, but we got it done. Then the four of us showered together outside in the darkness. Sara was riding me, and Heather was riding Greg, when Amy and John returned from the casino. Amy and John quickly stripped and put the third bed to similar use. The next morning, I walked up to the store to get a paper. When I got back, only John and Greg were in the chalet. Pointing in the direction of the bar/restaurant, John said "The girls are having a pow-wow." The girls walked back about a half hour later. Coming into the chalet, Amy again took the lead. "We've talked. We're all having a great time and, counting today, we have seven days left before we fly out. We girls were thinking what we could do to make this trip really special. Well, our idea is, to put it bluntly, to partner swap. Obviously, John can't hook up with Heather, so here's what we want to do. Sara will pair up with John. I'll pair up with Greg, you're not my son-in-law yet. Heather will pair with Harry. We'll try it for today and, if it goes ok, we can keep doing it. The idea is that the new pairs will spend the day, and tonight, as if they had come with each other. Are you guys ok with that?" Sara and I have an open relationship. Our love for each other involves much more than just sex and neither of us is jealous if one gives and receives pleasure with another partner. I wasn't so sure that this was a great idea for the other four. I saw special potential for trouble with the Amy/Greg pairing. However, everyone seemed to like the idea, and it wasn't my place to act like everyone else's parent. The idea was quickly accepted and Heather plopped her naked butt next to mine on the sofa. "Well, partner, what are we doing today? I'd like to do something active." "What about snorkeling? I can see if the water sports people can outfit us and take us to Tintamarre." "Great idea." Amy spoke up. "If we're going separate ways today, how about we meet back here around 4:30. There's a great restaurant in Grand Case. I know it means getting dressed, but we can have some fun with that too, and the restaurant is worth it." Everyone agreed. I established that we could get fins and masks and that the water sports people could take Heather and me to Tintamarre in a half hours. Back at the chalet, I asked in anyone else wanted to come. "No. You two have fun together," Greg responded. Heather and I quickly packed waterproof bags with food, drink, and sunscreen. The boat ride out to the small island in Orient Bay was quick. Unfortunately, we were not alone. Two Dutch couples went out with us. We were dropped off, warned about currents, and left. One of the Dutch ladies said to me, in a fairly heavy accent, "Don't worry about us. We give you room." Heather and I walked around with our gear and finally decided that the side of the island towards the northwest, towards all the newer non-CO resorts on Orient Bay looked most promising. We donned our gear and got into the water. The fish and marine landscape around the small island really isn't that great. It may be better with scuba, but I haven't done that here and really haven't seen anyone diving in Orient Bay. However, swimming behind Heather watching her bare legs and butt more than made the excursion worthwhile. We snorkeled for quite a while, and then walked back up the beach. Our sunscreen was supposed to be waterproof, but why take chances. Heather and I covered each other with more sunscreen. Heather paid particular attention to my dick and balls. "I sure don't want those burned," she giggled. After coating each other, which took an inordinately long time, we drank some water. Sitting on the small island's beach, we could see people moving on the main beach across the water. "Harry, do you think that those people could tell if we were out here fucking?" Heather asked. "I'm not sure." Heather giggled. "Do you want to find out?" I rolled onto my side and kissed one of Heather's nipples. "I guess you do want to find out," Heather giggled again. She gently pushed me flat on my back and leaned over me. As she began to kiss me, her hand fondled my balls. Then she began stroking my shaft. I was kissing Heather and rolling one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger as it hardened. Heather abruptly lay back on her back and spread her legs on the sand. "You on top, she said softly. I got on top of Heather and slowly slid into her. The look on her face was almost enough by itself to make me come. My ass was faced towards Orient Beach. Heather whispered in my ear, "Go slow. Let's give a good show." That said, Heather seemed very sensitive. Before I was close to coming, Heather was there, and nearly hyperventilated. I don't know about people on Orient Beach, but as my focus broadened from just Heather, I saw the two Dutch couples watching from a discrete distance. As we ate our food, Heather apologized. "You didn't come. I'll make it up to you later." Sooner than I wished, the boat came to take us and the Dutch back to the resort. It was only mid-afternoon. Heather and I walked the resort. Noticing that the tennis courts were empty, she gestured, "Want to play?" I'm rotten at tennis. But, we borrowed some rackets and I bought a can of balls at the store. We warmed up and then flipped for service. Before my first serve, Heather turned her back to me and crouched. "Will you check my form for receiving serve?" Her form was excellent. Unfortunately, Heather was a good tennis player. She also looked great playing naked, especially as she began to sweat. By the time she had blanked me 6-0, we, or rather she, had a few spectators. "That's enough. This sun is frying me," Heather said. I think she was really bored. I wasn't much competition. We returned the rackets and walked back to the chalet. We washed each other under the outdoor shower and went inside. Heather's mother, Amy, said. "Good. You're back. Let's start getting ready to go eat." I saw what Amy meant by having fun being clothed when she pulled a short sundress over her head with nothing underneath. Heather quickly put on a short white dress that seemed translucent. It cinched below her breasts and emphasized them. The skirt flared out, but stopped above mid-thigh. Standing behind Heather, I lifted the hem of her dress up, exposing her gorgeous bare ass. "Any breeze and you'll be showing this," I said. "Hopefully, I'll show more than just that," Heather replied with a laugh. Heather then dug through my bag to find a tight polo and a pair of pretty short shorts. "Commando only," she instructed. I put the shirt and shorts on. "Sit," Heather commanded. I did. She squatted down level with my legs. "Good, I can see the head of you dick when you sit. That works." Just then, Sara and John came out of the other room. Sara had a pareo wrapped tightly around her and clearly wore nothing underneath. She looked good enough to eat right there. John wore an interesting tan garment structured like a very long shirt that stopped above his knees. With it, he wore a belt. Like me, Greg had a polo and short shorts. There wasn't an undergarment among the six of us. "This could be fun," Amy said. I feared some resistance to our attire at the beachfront restaurant in Grand Case. My concern was unfounded. We were, technically, dressed. I also suppose that the restaurant and servers were used to just about everything during high season. Still, I felt a bit unusual sitting in a pretty nice restaurant with my dick sticking part way out of one leg of my shorts. I'm sure several other diners noticed, but no one said anything. Perhaps their attention was diverted by Sara, Heather, and Amy, who all looked stunning. The meal was superb. The light was fading as Heather and I took a short walk along the beachfront. It was high season, so we were not the only strollers. Despite my teasing of Heather before we left the resort, Grand Case is somewhat on the lee side of the island and I really didn't expect any revealing gusts. One came, however, blowing Heather's dress up to the cinch below her breasts. For a moment or two, her bare lower body was on full and glorious display. Several people noticed and a couple gave Heather a round of applause. She took a bow, which exposed her ass again. "That was great," Heather said. "I wish I could just strip this off and walk naked." I hadn't seen any of the police who were usually ubiquitous on the French side of the island. "Maybe you can," I said. "If any authority shows up, we can plead the ignorant American defense." That was all Heather needed. She undid the cinch and pulled the dress over her head. Naked with heeled sandals, Heather looked gorgeous, sexy, and elegant. We walked back to where Sara, John, Amy, and Greg stood outside the restaurant. "A bit off of the reservation, aren't we?" chided John. "It seems to me that Heather has a good idea," Sara said as she undid her pareo and exposed herself. "I guess I'll have to join in," Amy sighed as she pulled her dress over her head. The street lights were on now. Looking at the three naked women, I doubted that I had ever seen anything more beautiful. But, our rental car was parked two blocks away. This could be interesting. Once again, Heather took the lead. She unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and pulled them to my ankles. I figured that there was no point arguing, so I stepped out of them. "Arms up Harry," Heather commanded. She pulled my shirt up and off and bunched it with her dress and my shorts. We linked arms and walked naked through Grand Case. For some reason, John and Greg stayed clothed, such as they were. This led to an interesting arrangement when we got in the car. The front seat was ceded to John and Greg, partially on the theory that the driver should be wearing something. I was put in the middle of the back. Sara and Amy got in on my right and left. Then Heather crawled over them and sat on my lap. It was slightly embarrassing when I got out of the car at the resort with a hard-on. Among the six of us, it was no issue. But, the very cute girl who ran the resort store was walking to her car in the parking lot just as I got out. I had flirted with her politely each morning as I got my newspaper. Sara, Amy, and Heather made enough noise that the store girl looked and saw me standing at attention. She smiled, waived, and kept on her way. We went back to the chalet where John and Greg disrobed, and I relaxed. Then we walked up to the bar for a nightcap or two. Coming back to the chalet, we were all in a great mood and everyone felt frisky. At Sara's suggestion, we pushed the three beds together, as they would remain for the rest of our stay. Soon, Heather was riding me. To one side, Greg and Amy were in 69. Heather had promised to make me come this time. She had apparently confided in Sara because, rather than fucking John, Sara was beside us on the bed coaching Heather. John sat across the room watching his wife suck one guy and his daughter fuck another. John seemed perfectly ok with that. Following Sara's instructions, Heather soon had me ready to come. Then Sara had her slow down and relax, leaving me just on the verge. I really wanted to explode into Heather's young, nubile, stunning body; and finally did. Moments later, Heather had her orgasm too. John and Sara had been spectators so far. Amy and Greg had already gotten each other off, so, when Heather and I finished, we ordered Sara and John onto the bed. Sara lay back and spread her legs. John mounted her. Heather, Amy, Greg, and I sat on the bed in a circle around them and watched them fuck. The audience inspired Sara, but I thought that John was slightly thrown off. Still, Sara began giving John instructions and soon began to moan. John seemed to grimace as he tried to hold back until Sara came. She was sex personified as she writhed under John's bulk. Finally, Sara gave her shriek that meant a good orgasm. At about the same time, John grunted them seemed to go limp for a second. Rolling off of Sara, John made a jokey gesture of pounding his chest. "Damn near killed me," he said smiling. "What a way to go," replied his wife. Looking at Sara, I could tell that she was ready for more. I'd have loved to accommodate her; but, under our house rule, Sara was off limits to me. Greg, however, 'stepped to the plate.' Having only recently come in Amy's mouth, I wondered how he'd perform. To his credit, his dick was rigid as it slid into Sara's sloppy cunt. Watching first her father and then her boyfriend fuck my lover apparently aroused Heather. As we watched Greg pumping Sara, Heather began tickling my balls. To my own surprise, I was soon hard again. Heather pulled me away to the far edge of the beds and pulled me on top of her. My dick again entered a vagina that I was becoming pleasantly familiar with. This time, Heather and I took it very slow. We were apparently starting to figure each other out and came more or less together. That made Heather very happy. I sure wasn't complaining either. The losers in the exchange were Amy and John. With Greg on Sara and me on Heather, they had only each other. As spouses, they were off limits to each other under the rules the girls had formulated. After this second round of sex, the day's sun, alcohol, and fatigue hit us all. We left the beds together and slept as one big group. I think that I got the best of that bargain, spending the night sandwiched between Heather and her mother. The next morning, after some mental debate, I went for my paper. Of course, the store was within the resort so I always went there naked. Yup, the same cute girl was there that morning. She smiled as I handed her a note and waited for my change. After ringing the sale, she looked over the counter. "Monsieur was impressive, but not as impressive this morning. Am I not as exciting as your beautiful friends?" She gave a mock pout. When I got back to the chalet, the girls were at the restaurant again. They were back sooner this time. Once again, Amy was the spokesperson as John, Greg, and I sat in various corners of the room. "We've decided that we like the swap and want to maintain it through the rest of the trip. It doesn't seem to us that you guys are unhappy with it either. We are going to make one rule change. Actual partners can have sex with each other, provided that you have an equal number of encounters with your vacation partner the same day. Is that ok?" John, Greg, and I all shrugged our agreement. With that, Sara came and kneeled in front of me. Amy kneeled in front of John and Heather was in front of Greg. Each lady began stroking her real partner's penis and, more or less simultaneously, took us each in their mouths. I could, of course, never forget how good Sara and a blowjob and she was in excellent form that morning. While I spent most of my time watch my dick in her beautiful mouth, I glanced up once. We had forgotten to draw the curtains inside the patio doors. An older couple with whom we had talked with were walking by. The sounds of three men being satisfied caused them to look into the chalet. They could, of course, see it all. They stopped for just a second and smiled. Both gave a 'thumbs-up,' and then went on their way. Once Sara was finished with me, it was a couple of minutes before I could stand up. Amy and Heather had apparently left John and Greg in similar condition. When the guys could all stand, Amy clapped her hands and said, "You all need to be washed off. Outside. Vacation partners only." We three guys stood under the outdoor shower at the back of the chalet. Two other couples were walking back from breakfast and saw the somewhat uncommon sight of the three ladies washing off the penises of the three of us. The ladies decided that they wanted to go shopping at the many stands along the non-nude part of Orient Beach. Sara, Heather, and Amy fastened pareos around themselves in a way that anything more than a slight breeze would expose them, at least from the waist down. Heather than wrapped a pareo around me and tied it so that it would likely flap open in front. For some reason, John and Greg wore shorts and t-shirts. We sauntered up the beach at a leisurely pace. The girls wanted to stop at each stall and look over everything. To my eye, there was really nothing worth buying unless you wanted a souvenir t-shirt or cap. As I think the girls hoped, the breeze did pick up and all four of us had our asses and genitals on display most of the time. I was waiting for someone to complain, but no one did. To the contrary, as we were walking along the beach a particularly strong gust blew in, leaving the three ladies and me fully exposed just as two rather attractive ladies in very slight bikinis were walking the other way. Loudly enough for us to hear it, one of the girls said in a British accent, "The chap in the wrap look nice enough to take in hand, but the two in shorts are wankers." The girls got a giggle out of that, but I don't think that John and Greg were amused. The two men were less amused when we got back to the chalet. Again standing in the center of the room, Amy asked, "Were the girls on the beach right that the guys in shorts are wankers?" Sara and Heather answered "yes" in unison. Amy gave John and Greg a mock frown. "Well, you wouldn't put it out there on the beach like Harry did. You better pull them out now and play with them I want to see you both spurting or you're celibate for the rest of the day." Amy's dictate was confirmed by a "right on" from Sara and Heather. John and Greg really had no choice. Somewhat grudgingly, they each unzipped and pulled their dicks out. Sara went to the bathroom and brought back a towel which she spread in front of them. John and Greg had to get themselves hard and then began to stroke themselves. Greg looked particularly uncomfortable. Heather whispered in my ear, "I've never seen him jack-of before." After a moment, John seemed to accept the situation and quickly got into jacking himself. He shot sooner than I would have wanted to. He missed the towel, but caught his wife's leg just above her knee. Amy reached down, got some of John's cum on her finger, and then licked it off. Greg was having a real problem. Finally, Sara pulled a chair in front of him, sat down in it, spread her legs, and began fingering herself. That was the visual stimulation Greg needed. He also overshot the towel and caught Sara on her abdomen. Sara followed Amy's lead and licked some of Greg's discharge off of her finger. Heather, who was sitting next to me, stood up. "Now, boys, I want you to see Harry's reward for putting his dick out for all to see." Heather sat back down next to me. She took me in her left hand while she ran her right index finger under my small head. When I was good and hard, which didn't take long, she grabbed a bottle of skin lotion, spread some on her hands, and began stroking me vigorously. As a matter of pride, I tried to hold out, but Heather knew what she was doing. I think Heather was also aiming me because, when I came, I shot across the coffee table and hit her mother squarely on her small strip of pubic hair. Sara and Amy applauded. "See what happens when a girl takes you in hand?" Heather asked. Looking outside (we had forgotten to close the curtains again) I saw the same older Canadian couple from the morning. Geez! What did they think? I had made the mistake of telling Heather about the comment that morning by the girl in the resort store. When I went to get my paper the next morning, Heather insisted on going with me. Not content to just get a paper, Heather insisted on looking at something at the back of the store. When I followed her, she cornered me and began stroking me and playing with my balls. I had figured out what she was doing, and it sounded fun so I went along. Heather got me very hard and then led me back to the front of the store. "Miss!" Heather said, making enough noise that another couple in the store turned and looked. Having the store girl's attention, Heather pointed at my hard-on. "Is that what you expected?" The store girl laughed and clapped a couple of times. "Very much better," she said. The other couple just smiled. All that to get a paper. That gives you the flavor of our trip. I spent a lot of time engaged in sex with Heather, and with Sara. John loosened up and all of us except Greg pushed the envelope on exposing ourselves around the French side of the island. I was a little surprised that we didn't get into any trouble, but we didn't. The last night on the island was special. We wanted to stay naked, so John, Greg, and I made arrangements with the resort and with a restaurant in Grand Case to cater a fine meal to the chalet. We had candles, wine, and a waitress. It cost a bundle. The waitress, a young French lady, scored points with all of us by asking whether we would be offended if she removed her clothes too. Of course, we were all fine with that. She earned a large tip and we shared a glass of wine with her before she dressed and left. Heather and I made love slowly and tenderly that night. From the sounds, I'd say that the same was occurring between John and Sara and Amy and Greg. In the morning, we took a last, fast shower outside. We had an early flight to San Juan. Amy and John and Heather and Greg had a different and earlier flight out of San Juan than Sara and me. In the San Juan airport, Heather led me a ways away from the others. She kissed me. "Thank you for a truly wonderful week," she said. "No, thank you. You are a very special lady," I replied. Heather paused for a second, looking in my eyes. "Is it possible to love two people at once?" she asked. "Absolutely," I answered. Heather smiled. She kissed me again. "In that case, I love you." Wow! After Amy and John and Heather and Greg boarded their flight, Sara and I walked to our gate hand-in-hand. "How was your trip?" I asked her. "Great. But you know that I love that sort of thing." Sara took a few steps, turned to me and smiled. "You got the best part of it, though. Heather is pretty special." "Yes, she is" was all I could say. "I get it," Sara said as she leaned forward to kiss me. We held each other tightly, kissing in the middle of the concourse. Finally, Sara and I broke our embrace. We needed to get to our gate. The Arena Aftermath Ch. 02 A mistake taught our secretary the fun of exhibition. After our holiday on St. Martin, Sara and I came home and returned to mundane life. We stayed in touch with Heather, Amy, and John as well as Vivien. However, apart from acquiring four very good new friends, it seemed that our performance in Texas was history. The first indication which we had that Texas would be an ongoing part of our lives came in the spring. Ordinarily, I dislike Mondays. However, this one had started better than most. I had gotten an agreement to settle a real dog case. The deal wasn't going to make my client rich, but it was more than she would likely have recovered at trial. I had to cut my fee to get the deal done, but ten percent of something beats one-third of nothing. My internal com line buzzed just after I had finished talking to opposing counsel. When I picked up, it was Sara asking if I could come to our conference room immediately. When I walked into the room, I saw Sara sitting and a very shamed face Gwen standing in front of her. "Harry, "Sara said, "Gwen told me something very disturbing this morning. I think you need to hear it from her." In a very sharp voice, Sara said "Gwen!" Gwen turned towards me, keeping her eyes to the floor. I could tell that she was embarrassed and scared. "Harry," Gwen started hesitantly, "I'm very, very sorry. I lost control and did something very stupid." My mind was running through the possibilities. Had she stolen client money? Had she disclosed confidential client information? Had she gotten arrested? The silence lengthened. "Ok Gwen," I said, "What happened? It can't be the end of the world." Gwen started, "I," then stopped. "Gwen, you need to tell me," I urged. Sara was much harsher: "Gwen, you tell Harry now or you are fired on the spot with a permanent negative reference from us." "Christ," I thought. What the hell had happened? "You showed me the video of your sex performance." Gwen started again. "I thought that it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen so I, well, I made a copy and took it home." "You should not have done that, "I said, "but, if that's all there is, I'm not sure that this is a big deal." Sara sharply replied, "It isn't all Harry." Gwen blanched. Then she started again. "I had some friends at my condo Saturday night. We drank some and started talking about sex. Finally, I said that I could show them the sexiest thing they had ever seen and I showed them your video." "Did you give anyone a copy?" I asked. "Well, the video got me kind of excited. A guy there, he's not really a boyfriend, and I went back to my bedroom. I'm pretty sure that I shut the video off before we went back there. We took a really long time. When we got done and came back to the living room, my other friends had left and your video was up on my TV again." Sara, obviously pissed, asked, "So, you don't know whether your friends took a copy or not?" Gwen simply shook her head. "For all you know, they've posted it on the Internet?" Sara nearly barked. Gwen looked at the floor and shook her head. "What are you going to do?" she finally asked. Sara was truly angry, which doesn't happen often. Sensing a bad situation developing, I quickly said "We don't know yet. We will have to think about it. Go back to work." After Gwen left the room, Sara said angrily, "That bitch. I want her out of here today." "Hang on a minute," I said. "I agree that Gwen committed a huge breach of trust. But, apart from this incident, she's been very good for us. She's been with us long enough that, if she or we tell people she was fired, she'll have a terrible time finding another job. Besides, we're partly at fault for letting her know that the video existed." "What do you want to do? What else can we do but fire her?" Sara asked. "We don't have to do anything right away. Let's see what happens and decide then," I suggested. Sara was not pleased, but she could tell that I was very much against any precipitate action. The scope of the problem became clearer shortly after I went back to my office. Heather called. "Harry. I was talking to my parents. As you probably suspect, they like to look at sexy stuff online. They sent me a link last night that I just opened this morning. It is a video of you and Sara at the arena. I think that it is really nice and wish that it was me in the video instead of Sara. But, I thought you two were trying to keep that quiet so I thought I should tell you in case you didn't know already that it is on the Internet." "Thanks," I replied. "We didn't know that it had been recorded until Vivien, Mr. French's assistant sent us a copy. She said, and I believe her, that she erased all the copies except for one she kept for herself. I think that it got out because we made a mistake. We showed it to our secretary, she made a copy and took it. I think that's how it got out." Heather and I talked a while longer. Even under these circumstances, talking to Heather was always a pleasure. As I hung up with Heather, Sara flew into my office. "Barb Milroy called," Sara announced. Barb was a lawyer friend of Sara's who did not know about our exhibitionism. "Barb said that she caught her son looking at porn on his computer. Barb says that what he was watching was a video of a couple 'having sex' in front of a large crowd. Her voice got very tense as she said to me that the couple looked a lot like us." I nodded. "Heather just called. She and Amy and John have seen it on the Internet. Of course, they liked it." That brought the first smile I'd seen on Sara's face since we'd been in the office. "What do we do Harry? Are we fucked?" "No, but I'm not sure where this could go. Let me do some work on it." Shortly after Sara left my office, my phone rang again. When I picked up, a gruff voice on the other end said "Stone? This is Howard French." I said nothing. After a moment, French went on. "I'm calling because I did not tell you that I had a video recording made of the performance which you and Sara gave out here last year. I don't have that video any more. I assume that Vivien erased it when she left. With hindsight, I'm glad that she did. But, you should know that video is on the Internet. I'd say that the two of you are pretty recognizable. I also want you to know that I did not give it out. I never even looked at the video before it was erased." "We know that the video is on the Net," I said. Thanks for the call anyway." "One more thing," French insisted. "You know that I'm pretty powerful down here. I called our District Attorney before I called you. I give that SOB a lot of money, so I'm sure he's already forgotten that call. What he told me was that, since the arena is my private property and we didn't pay you or charge admission, no crime was committed. Also, there is no way from the video to tell where it happened. I built this place and, from that video, I couldn't tell you whether it was shot in my building." "Thank you Mr. French," I said and ended the call. The first concern was whether our licenses could be at risk. I had a very good friend who had formerly been disciplinary counsel for our state supreme court. I called her. "I'm upset that you didn't invite me," Megan teased when I explained the situation. "What is the link? I want to see that before I give you any advice." Reluctantly, I gave my friend the link. Megan called back just before lunch. "Harry, on a personal level, I have to say that I didn't know that you look that good naked. From what I saw, your partner is a very lucky girl." I started to interrupt, but Megan cut me off. "I know that's not why you called me. I'm going to assume that what you told me about there not being any criminal conduct is accurate. I don't think you committed any professional misconduct. The only basis to proceed against you would be for conduct that 'adversely reflects on the lawyer's fitness to practice under 8.4(h). This is so attenuated from your practice, and nothing identifies either of you as a lawyer, that I cannot imagine that Disciplinary Counsel or the Board will be interested in this other than to get their jollies watching the two of you." "Thank you Megan, that was my analysis before we did it, but, now that it is public, I thought I needed either a second opinion or counsel." Megan laughed. "It isn't something that I'd encourage a lawyer to do, but it sure looked like fun. If you do that again, invite me along." After I hung up, I paused for a second to wonder whether Megan was kidding or not. It didn't matter. I reported what I had learned to Sara. "We have no criminal or disciplinary issue," Sara summarized, "so the only issue is how this affects our clients." "Do you really think our clients will see it?" I asked. Sara replied, "I'm sure that some already have." I heard Sara's phone ring. "My outside line," Sara said, "I'll get back to you." Sara stood in my office door a few minutes later. Despite the stress of the morning, my spirits were buoyed by Sara's incredible beauty and the fact that she preferred that we both work naked in the office. "That call was Vivien," Sara said. "She wanted us to know that she did not let the video out. But, she thought that it could be a positive if people knew that we might get opportunities." I laughed. "I seriously doubt that Vivien's right on that point." Of course, I was thinking of professional opportunities. "Oh, I wouldn't be so dismissive," Sara smiled. She had relaxed a lot since Gwen had made her disclosure earlier in the day. "We still need to do something about Gwen. I think I know what." It was just after lunch when we called Gwen back into the conference room. Sara took the lead. "Gwen, we know that the video has been posted on the Internet." Gwen groaned, "I know too." "Several of our friends have seen it, "Sara continued. "Being our friends, they are not upset. Harry has talked to some people he knows well, and we are pretty confident that we will not get into any formal trouble. But, this is the kind of thing that could damage our practice. If that happens, we will have to let you go. Beyond that, you violated our trust and must be punished." Gwen looked up with some fright. Sara continued. "I have decided that your punishment will have two parts. Harry is hearing this for the first time, too, but I am sure that he will not object. Take your slacks and panties off." Gwen froze. Sara's voice acquired a stern tone. "You will submit to your punishment or you are fired effectively immediately for theft. Those are your choices." Gwen hesitated then began to unbutton her slacks. She let the slacks drop to her feet and stepped out of them. Then she stopped and looked at Sara pleadingly. "The panties too," Sara instructed. Gwen blushed red. Very tentatively, she started to push her panties down. "Hurry up! Get them off!" Sara barked. Scared more, Gwen quickly pushed her panties the rest of the way down. I had never seen Gwen naked before, but she had a very attractive lower body. Gwen was clearly embarrassed to be standing in front of us naked from the waist down. Sara sternly gave Gwen her next instruction. "Over my knees." I think Gwen was pretending that she was in a bad dream. She meekly laid herself over Sara's knees. Gwen's nice ass was sticking up, but she had her legs tightly together. "Spread," Sara commanded. "I want Harry to see all of you." After a moment, Gwen spread her legs, revealing an equally attractive cunt. Sara brought her hand down forcefully on Gwen's ass. Gwen yelped either in pain or surprise. Sara spanked Gwen several more times until both of Gwen's cheeks were red. "Ok, stand up," Sara ordered. "From now on, you work bare from the waist down. You think it was sexy that Harry and I showed off so I want you to have a similar experience. I want your ass, cunt, and legs bare from the moment you leave your condo for work in the morning until you get home at night. You can carry a coat in your car to cover up if you have an accident or something. You will leave the coat in your car when you get here. You will walk bareassed through this parking lot." Sara paused a moment and then said, "I'm sure that the FedEx man will appreciate you more in your new work out fits." Gwen blushed again and started to protest. Sara cut her off. "It is that or you are fired for theft. Gwen bit her lip. After a few more moments, she asked "How long?" Sara snapped, "Until I say otherwise. Get back to work. Leave your slacks and panties here." After Gwen walked out, a very attractive sight, I asked Sara, "Do you think we can get away with that?" "With what?" Sara asked. "We work naked. Gwen asked if she could be permitted to work half naked and we agreed. We thought she was a good friend and never expected her to use it against us. That's the story, and you'd better back me up on it." Gwen was already at her desk in our reception area when Sara and I got to work the next morning. I assume that she came in extra early on the reasoning that fewer people would be out that early making her chances of being seen less. As we walked in, Sara said, "Gwen, stand up." Gwen stood. The top she was wearing ended three or four inches above her bush. She was naked but for that top. "Good," Sara said. "Mr. Stells is coming to meet with me at 10:00 a.m. I am staying dressed for that meeting. You will show Mr. Stells into the conference room." I was busy when Stells came for his meeting with Sara. I don't know what Gwen went through or whether Stells said anything to Sara. By mid-afternoon, it did seem that Gwen was becoming more comfortable with her exposure. I do know that Sara went out of her way to arrange meetings with men in the office that week and arranged for several deliveries. By Friday morning, Gwen was back to her usual time to come to work. That Friday was a warm and clear day. Looking out my office window, I saw Gwen walking across the complex parking lot wearing only a peasant-style top that stopped at her belly button. She was smiling, and waved at another car which pulled into the lot. We typically had lunch catered in on Fridays and the three of us ate together. After Gwen had finished her lunch and gone back to her station, Sara said, "I'm going to let Gwen get dressed again on Monday, but I'm not going to tell her until Monday. I want her thinking about it over the weekend." "Sara," I said, "this is just a guess, but I think that Gwen is a lot less embarrassed about being half naked than she was. I suspect that she's actually enjoying it." All Sara said was "Hum." Because of the nice weather, Sara and I drove west and spent the weekend with Leslie and Martin at their nude resort. During our conversations, the subject of our video came up. Leslie and Martin both liked the video a lot. Sara explained how the video had gotten out and her punishment of Gwen. Leslie was dismissive. "That is no punishment at all. I'd love to be able to work bareassed every day." Sara responded, "I'm pretty sure that Gwen does not feel the same way." I caught Leslie's eye, grinned, and gave her a slight shake of my head to communicate that I thought that Sara was missing something. Leslie gave me a slight nod back. Monday was another warm and glorious day. Sara asked me into the conference room and then summoned Gwen. Gwen walked in wearing a tight, sleeveless white t-shirt, nothing else except for a pair of high heels. Gwen had a nice chest. The combination of her breasts covered by a tight shirt and her bare lower body was very sexy. I also noticed that the tan lines around Gwen's pubes seemed to be fading. Standing there, Gwen seemed to me to be perfectly comfortable, if not happy. Sara announced, "Gwen, I hope that you appreciate that copying the video and making it available to your friends without our permission was a very serious violation of the trust we placed in you. You are going to have to work hard to rebuild that trust. However, I think that your punishment has gone on long enough. You can out the rest of your clothes on." Gwen stood silent for a moment as though she was thinking something over. She straightened slightly, as if she'd made a decision, and said, "Sara, with your permission, I'd like to keep on working bottomless." "Really," Sara said. "Why?" "When you first told me to work bottomless, I was mortified. I couldn't imagine being seen with my ass and pussy exposed. It happened when Mr. Stells came in and it seemed kind of nice. I thought that wasn't right. But, as the UPS and FedEx guys came in every day and saw me, I realized that I really was enjoying it. I also realized that having a top on draws attention to my bare lower body. Driving home Friday night, I stopped and got gas. Rather than using my credit card, I went inside to pay wearing only my top. Several people saw me. When I got back into my car, I was wet. Saturday, I went out to the quarry by myself and sunbathed naked. I got up, walked around, talked to strangers. I was completely naked the whole time. I loved it, but it seems sexier being half naked." Sara looked at me. I smiled broadly. "Gwen, since Sara and I work completely nude, I don't think that we can deny you the privilege of working half nude." Gwen looked at me with a smile. "Do I look good half nude?" "Yes, you do." I looked over at Sara. Sara was now smiling. Wordlessly, Gwen walked over to Sara. They embraced. Then each lady but her hands on the other's bare ass and they hugged tightly. I left Sara and Gwen to bond in the conference room. Back at my desk, I checked my e-mail out of habit. I was surprised, and concerned, to see a recent e-mail from Megan with an attached file. Megan's text was very simple: "This isn't unethical either and it seems fair." I opened the attached file. It was a full frontal nude of Megan. She looked very good.

The Beach House Dress Code By Chris Warner FRIDAY   It was late on Friday morning when Tracy got the text from her uncle that we could have the beach house for the weekend.  Tracy’s uncle was rich enough to have a beach house on the Coromandel Peninsular that he hardly ever used.  However, because he had arranged for a company to rent it out for ridiculous amounts of money, it was almost never available, and since he normally only gave family a 30% discount we couldn’t have afforded it anyway.  Fortunately,Tracy is a bit of a favourite of her uncle, and she persuaded him to offer it to her for free if he had a last minute cancellation (in which case he would still get to keep the booking deposit).  Even then, we never expected to be lucky enough to be offered the house for the last weekend of the summer!   Tracy’s plan was for a girls’ weekend with Alison and me.  The three of us have been the closest of friends since we all started university together last year.  At the start of this year we decided to rent a house together.  It’s an old 3-bedroom villa with just one bathroom, but it’s close to the university, which is great because Alison is the only one of us with a car.  It’s also within walking distance of a lot of great bars and clubs, which is awesome because we have a common love of partying.  As far as studying is concerned, we all believe in doing just enough to get by.   Of the three of us, Alison is the most conscientious.  We sometime call her mum, even though she’s actually the youngest.  She’s the one who keeps us organised and makes sure the bills are paid and that we have fresh milk.  She had a steady boyfriend in high school who broke up with her last year.  While she seems happy to party with the guys, none of them ever meet her standards, and Tracy and I wonder if she’s still hurting.  Alison is the most fashion conscious of our group.  She is an avid follower of shows like What Not To Wear, and she is undeviating in following their advice.  She is self-conscious about her hips and she believes she is horribly pear shaped.  When we tell her that she proportions look fine, she responds that we only believe that because she always dresses in such a way to minimise her hips and bottom.  For Alison, it is her clothes which give her confidence.   In many ways Tracy is quite different.  She’s the most fun loving, adventurous and flirty one; the one who drives our social life.  She always has a number of guys circling and has plenty of short relationships, but never anything serious.  As far as looks are concerned, she’s the most daring of us.  She is short and petite with a flat stomach, great legs, and small breasts that don’t need much support, so Tracy delights in wearing midriff baring tops and short dresses with spaghetti straps without a bra.  She loves skirts and dresses and almost never wears trousers or jeans.  Her wardrobe is such a mixture of styles that it secretly horrifies Alison.  But Tracy has such abundant natural confidence that she always looks sensational no matter what she is wearing.   As for me, I don’t have any particular fashion sense at all.  On the positive side I think my face is pretty.  I like my eyes, my nose, and my mouth.  But as I’m fairly tall (over 5’ 10”) and I have quite large breasts, I’m always thinking that these are the only things people notice about me.  In the past I was never encouraged to dress up, so I tend to dress for comfort, frequently in jeans.   Since I became friends with Tracy and Alison, the one thing I am always hearing is “You’re not going to wear that, are you Helen?”  They both encourage me to pay more attention to my looks, usually by trying to get me to highlight my breasts and legs, but unfortunately they never entirely agree on their advice.  Sadly the result of this is that I have been steadily loosing confidence in how I look, and I’ve continued to take refuge in clothes which hide my body.    I’ve been going out with a guy named Craig for the last two months.  I’ve tried to get his opinion on my look and what I should wear.  Unfortunately he just plays it safe in his answers, telling me that I look great whatever I wear, leaving me none the wiser and a bit suspicious that he is disappointed in the way I dress but not brave enough to say so.   On the day we got the good news about the beach house it wasn’t possible to cut our last class of the day.  Once it was over we rushed home to pack some belongings and stopped by the supermarket and the bottle store to grab some supplies, but we weren’t quick enough to beat the heavy traffic out of town. After a long drive it was after 9pm by the team we reached the turnoff from the main road down to the beach house.   FRIDAY EVENING   The access road looked just like a farm track through some fields before winding down into the bay.  As the road neared the beach it split into three driveways, one for each of the three houses in the bay.  The beach is officially a public beach, but because the access is through private land in practice it is more like a private beach shared by the three houses that front onto it (unless you arrive by boat).  Of the three houses, the middle house was by far the most impressive.  Tracy referred to it as “The Palace.”  It apparently has 8 bedrooms.  The other two houses, including the house belonging to Tracy’s uncle, were far smaller by comparison, with just three bedrooms.    We opened the first bottle of rum the moment we arrived and started exploring the house.  Although it only had three bedrooms, everything was bigger and newer than the little villa we lived in, especially the luxury of all three bedrooms having their own bathroom.  As you can imagine, three women sharing a house with one bathroom causes a fair amount of congestion each morning.  After claiming our bedrooms we gathered in the lounge to drink more rum and watch the last of the twilight fade away.  The moon was half full, but the lack of city lights made the night seem a lot darker than normal.   I shouldn’t have been surprised when Tracy suddenly announced that it was compulsory to go skinny-dipping on the first night of any visit to the beach house. While the alcohol had reduced my inhibitions, my first reaction was still to be horrified and I could tell by the look on Alison’s face that she was horrified too. However, Tracy kept on about it being one of the rules of the place, and I could tell we were likely to give in.  Alison has this funny sense of honour that makes her keep promises and obey rules, even when they are obviously made up.  As for me, I’d have to say I’m more of a people pleaser.  It takes a lot for me to hold out against the persuasion of others.   After about 10 minutes of pressure from Tracy and another drink each, Alison and I had caved in to the pressure and we got to our feet and went to find our towels.  Because we had no idea if any of the other two houses were occupied or not, we walked down to the beach fully clothed.  When we got there, we could see that the house at the far end was dark and looked deserted.  However, there were lights showing at The Palace and we could make out a middle-aged Asian couple sitting on chairs on the deck.   “Oh well!” I said hopefully.  “We shouldn’t do anything that might upset your uncle’s neighbours.”   “Rubbish,” replied Tracy.  “From all the way over there they won’t be able to see a thing.  All the lights they have on will be ruining their night vision.  I’m still doing it, and I’ll be very disappointed if you guys chicken out.”   With this Tracy reached behind her back and unzipped her dress.  Within seconds it had dropped to her feet leaving her wearing only her panties.  She immediately pushed these down as well and stepped out of them before running down into the water.   We had long ago given up on any privacy in our house.  We never locked the bathroom door and it was common for someone to come in and use the sink while someone else was in the shower, and we were in and out of each other’s rooms as we were dressing to go out.  And every now and then Tracy would think nothing of briefly wandering through the house topless or even naked.  However, this was the first time I had seen her naked outside of our home, let alone on a public beach with perfect strangers in view.   Alison and I watched the couple on the deck carefully, but it was clear from their lack of reaction that they were oblivious to what was happening.  We looked at each other and shrugged, and I started unbuttoning my jeans while she started undoing her blouse.  We could barely make out Tracy in the water from where we were on the beach, so it made sense that we wouldn’t be seen from the deck.  I finished taking off my jeans and I quickly glanced at Alison.  Her blouse was completely unbuttoned and hanging open revealing a turquoise bra and I watched as she unzipped her black pants and pushed them down, revealing black panties.  Even when it came to underwear Alison often continued to obey her pear-shaped fashion rule of wearing bright colours on her top half and dark colours on her bottom half.   Alison caught my eye as she noticed I had slowed down.  In that moment I came close to chickening out.  It’s funny how, even if you are stripping naked, you naturally remove your clothes in the order which keeps you covered the longest.  I was wearing a t-shirt which hung down over my panties, and Alison would only need to pull her blouse closed at the front to conceal her underwear.  My heart was pounding as I realised what I was doing.  There were two complete strangers in view, only theoretically unable to see us, and we had no way of knowing for sure that nobody was watching from the nearby bushes.  I considered how easy Tracy had found it to get naked on the beach, and I suddenly had an overwhelming sense of jealousy that she could be so adventurous while I was comparatively hung up about it.  My determination returned and I quickly pulled my t-shirt off.   Despite my determination, it was still instinctive to face away from the house.  At this stage I no longer paid any attention to what Alison was doing.  I quickly undid my bra, pushed down my panties and ran for the water.  It was only once I was in that I was aware that Alison had followed close behind.  This was my first skinny-dipping experience and I have to say that it was a real buzz.  The feeling of absolute nakedness heightened my senses.  My breasts and pussy seemed to feel every puff of wind and every small current in the water.  We were trying not to make too much noise and call attention to ourselves, but this caused such fits of giggling that it’s a wonder we got away with it.    We didn’t stay in for long as the sea breeze was quite cold, so after only a few minutes we scurried up the beach, wrapped our towels around ourselves for warmth, grabbed our clothes and headed inside.  Once we were inside the house we all burst out laughing.  Tracy poured another round of drinks to celebrate the upholding of her rather dubious beach house tradition.  At the same time she had unwrapped the towel from her body and was using it to dry herself off. Her actions seemed so natural that Alison and I followed suit, so soon there were three naked women standing at the kitchen bench drinking and laughing together.   Having made plans to sleep late followed by a day on the beach, we suddenly remembered that we had a bathroom each, so we each said goodnight before heading off to our rooms and ensuites.  After a nice warm shower I pulled on my comfortable two-piece pyjamas and went to bed.   SATURDAY BREAKFAST   When I got up the following morning, Alison was already sitting having breakfast wearing just a robe.  I knew it was unlikely she would have anything on underneath as she usually slept in the nude.  This was confirmed a short time later when she got up to pour another coffee.  Her robe fell open revealing one round breast and her dark bush.  Despite us frequently seeing each other naked, including our skinny-dipping the previous evening, Alison still blushed deeply and pulled her robe closed again.  Some reactions are so ingrained that I wondered if it was ever possible to change them.  How did Tracy become so comfortable with herself?   As if to emphasise how different she was, Tracy chose that moment to make her appearance at breakfast.  She was already dressed for the beach wearing a very skimpy blue bikini.  Her small breasts, which required little support, were covered by small triangles of fabrics held in place by string tied in bows behind her back and her neck.  Her bottoms were also triangles of fabric, small at the front and only slightly larger at the back, again held in place by strings tied in bows on each hip.  It would take only a second to undo the strings, but Tracy apparently knew no fear.  A sunhat and a bottle of sunscreen completed her ensemble.  She obviously felt no need for any further cover.   While Tracy had her breakfast Alison and I went to change.  I knew that Alison would be wearing her trusty one-piece swimsuit.  It was brightly coloured at the top, with built in support for her breasts, and black from the waist down.  It certainly worked as Alison hoped, drawing the eyes to her breasts and away from her hips and bottom.  I knew Tracy didn’t think much of Alison’s dependence on her one-piece swimsuit, but she never bothered to comment.  When it came to their different ideas of fashion, they had come to somewhat of a truce.  Instead, they tended to focus their attention and their advice on me.   Putting on a swimsuit heightened my insecurities and indecision.  The swimsuit I had brought with me was actually an assortment of matching black separates. For my top half I had the choice of bra shaped bikini top or a camisole top which covered me from above my breasts down to my waist.  For the bottom half there was a skimpy bikini bottom or a pair of shorts which hung nearly halfway down my thigh.  To be honest, whenever I went to the pool I tended to wear all of it together.  The camisole top kept my stomach covered while the bra-style bikini top underneath supported my breasts.  I was never daring enough to wear the bikini bottoms by themselves, but I still usually wore them underneath the shorts just in case the shorts gaped open too much around my legs.   On this particular morning I couldn’t make up my mind.  I put on the bikini top and bottom and looked in the mirror.  All I seemed to see was large expanses of skin.  My first instinct was to reach for the camisole and shorts, but I knew that I would be heavily criticized by Tracy and maybe Alison as well.  I had another look in the mirror and had another think about it.  Turning this way and that, I conceded that although my stomach was very white, it was only slightly more rounded than I would have preferred.  My breasts and back looked fine.  I couldn’t cope with just wearing the skimpy bikini bottoms though.  They were cut high on the sides, showing slightly more of my bikini line than my normal panties.  I hadn’t trimmed my bush in such a long time, and I hadn’t brought anything with me to sort it out now.  The visible line of hair made up my mind for me.  I pulled on my shorts and went out to join the others, hoping that the compromised of leaving off the camisole would be enough to save me from criticism.  I was wrong.   “Helen!” exclaimed Alison.  “Those shorts do nothing for your legs.  And your bum looks far larger than it really is.”   “You can’t spend the day sunbathing in those things,” chimed in Tracy.  “You’ll end up with a huge white band on your body.  Is that what Craig will want to see?”   I blushed.  I already made sure that Craig hardly ever saw me naked.  I didn’t say anything, but I’m sure Tracy caught the meaning of my blush and she pushed on with renewed enthusiasm.  “What else have you got?  I thought this swimsuit came with a bikini bottom.  Where is it?”   “Um, I’ve got them on already.”   “Well take off the shorts then.  Come on.  What are you afraid of?”   “I can’t!” I replied, but I couldn’t bring myself to give my reasons.   Tracy surprised me by grabbing at the waistband of my shorts and giving them a quick tug.  They came down slightly, revealing a small portion of the underneath layer.  Once she saw this, Tracy continued with increased vigour.  She quickly pulled open the Velcro fastener and using both hands she pulled the shorts down to my ankles.  I was obliged to step out of them.  I could feel all eyes were on my crotch.   “You see, there’s a problem with…” I started.  “I didn’t bring anything to…”   “Wait here!” commanded Tracy.  Quick as a flash, she ran to her room and returned with a small rechargeable hair trimmer.  I was too stunned to react asTracy pushed me back until I was perched on the arm of the sofa and she crouched down between my legs.  I jumped at the vibration of the trimmer the moment it first touched the top of my thigh, but Tracy ordered me to keep still.  I found myself obeying her command, blushing self-consciously as she quickly trimmed the visible hairs in a very business-like fashion.   “There you go,” she smiled once she had finished.  “You’re all ready for a day in the sun.  Off we go.”   Carrying towels, a chilly bin for our drinks, and a bag with our collected sunscreens and other bits and pieces, the three of us trooped out of the house in just our swimsuits.   ODDJOB   As we reached the beach we could see the Asian couple sitting on deck chairs about 50 metres away.  The woman gave us a wave as we set out our stuff and we returned her wave.  Suddenly, two men appeared from the bushes close to where the couple were sitting and walked towards us.  Leading the way was a tall and handsome Caucasian man wearing sunglasses and dark fatigues.  He looked to be in his late 20s.  Following him was a shorter Asian man wearing similar clothes.  He looked to be about 10 years older.  While the taller man had a nice smile, the shorter man had a scowl on his face.  He remained silent while his companion greeted us in a friendly manner.   “Good morning ladies,” he said.  “My name is Constable Grant Wilson.  I’m a member of the Police Diplomatic Protection Service.  I’m here with the Foreign Minister of Singapore and his wife.  My companion here is a member of their personal security staff.”  The shorter Asian man gave a small stiff bow.   Grant pulled out a small notebook and continued his conversation with us.  “Now, which of you is Tracy Anderson?”   “How do you know my name?” exclaimed Tracy in surprise.   “It’s all part of the job,” said Grant.  “We contacted the owners of both the other houses to ask who would be here this weekend.  Your uncle, I believe, told us that you would be here with two guests.  Now, could I please have the rest of your names please?”  Alison and I provided our names and contact details, and Grant wrote them down in his notebook.   “I’m sorry to bother you ladies, but Mr Oddjob here has asked that I have a quick search of your bags.”  The Asian man looked irritated at this remark but said nothing.  I couldn’t tell if he got the reference to the Oddjob character in the Bond movie Goldfinger, but he obviously knew Grant was poking fun at him. We all shared a smile and willingly allowed Grant to look through our bags.  Then he and ‘Oddjob’ took their leave and wandered away up the beach.   This turn of events naturally occupied our conversation as we settled down on our towels.  All three of us were lying on our fronts, and Tracy immediately untied the back of her bikini top to avoid tan lines.  I was hesitant to do the same, knowing that we were under surveillance, but after a while I too felt daring enough to undo the hooks that held it together at the back.   As soon as I had unhooked my top, I immediately regretted it as we soon found that Grant was walking towards us, alone this time, holding three glasses of bubbly.   “Hello again, ladies.  These drinks are compliments of the Foreign Minister to apologise for our intrusive security.  Don’t get too excited, though.  I’m afraid they’re non-alcoholic.”   Tracy and Alison immediately propped themselves up on their elbows and reached out for a glass.  The movement caused Tracy’s top to shift, giving me a side-on glimpse of her nipple.  I doubt Grant could have seen anything from where he was, but he surely must have been aware of the possibilities.  Personally I wasn’t brave enough to move with my top undone at the back, so I had an embarrassing moment where I was lying on my front with both hands reaching behind my back to do up my top.  I felt very silly.   “While I’m here,” continued Grant, “I feel the need to raise another matter – clothing!  Our guests from Singapore are very moral people, and would be most offended by any toplessness or nudity.  They are already uncomfortable with the little you are currently wearing, but they realise they must accommodate New Zealand standards.  But there should not be a repeat of last night’s antics.”   All three of us reacted in surprise and horror.   “You couldn’t have seen anything,” exclaimed Tracy.  “You had all those lights on.”   “It’s true that our guests didn’t see anything,” Grant said.  “But I was standing in the bushes just behind you.”   “Oh my god!” I said.  “Do you mean you watched us?  Are we in trouble?”   “No, you’re not in any trouble.  Fortunately I was the only one who saw you.  You see, nudity itself isn’t against the law.  It’s all about whether or not you are acting in an offensive manner.  Personally, I wasn’t the least bit offended.  You are lucky that old Oddjob was inside at the time.  He would have insisted I did something instead of, you know, just watching.”  He smiled.   “So anyway, I suppose I need to give you a friendly caution.  Our guests will consider any nudity offensive and will expect me to act accordingly.  That security guy in particular seems to be watching you carefully – he seems pretty keen not to miss anything that might offend him, if you know what I mean.  You may not want to take even small risks.  It might be prudent to keep all your strings and things done up.”   It was Tracy who reacted the strongest to this, showing her disappointment with this imposition on her tanning plans.  Still, the news that security guy might be hiding in the bushes in the hope of having us arrested was sobering news.  This time it was Tracy’s turn to try to do up her bikini top.  Grant offered to hold her glass, which cunningly gave him an excuse to stand there and watch while she wriggled around trying to tie a knot behind her back.  This is quite difficult to do, and after failing in her efforts she asked for some assistance.  Alison jumped up to tie the knot for her.  I suspect that Alison was keen to have some attention shown to her.  She has a thing for policemen, and I suspect she fancied Grant.   Tracy continued to grumble about tan lines.  “Hey, I’m disappointed too,” laughed Grant.  “I’ll tell you what.  Our guests and their staff will be leaving tomorrow morning by chopper.  Once the chopper has gone, it will only be James, Stephen and myself left here.  Believe me, we promise not to be offended by any bits of skin.”  He explained that James and Stephen were the other policemen assigned to the job.  Unfortunately for them, James was watching the quiet end of the beach while Stephen was watching to road access.  Grant happily claimed to have the best job.   Having nothing left to keep him there, Grant wandered off up the beach and into the bushes, no doubt joining Oddjob there to keep an eye on us.  Apart from reappearing briefly half an hour later to retrieve the wine glasses, we didn’t see him again that day.  While I think that all three of us were letting our imaginations consider what tomorrow might bring, the fun had certainly been sucked out of today.  In the end we were not disappointed when it clouded over and started to drizzle.  We returned to the beach house to dress and took the car into Whitianga to look through the shops and galleries.  Then we split a bottle of wine over a meal in a small restaurant before driving back to the beach house.   SATURDAY EVENING   Once we got back to the beach house we started some serious drinking.  When we’re together we tend to have an “all for one” attitude to drinking.  Tracy and I didn’t get drunk at the restaurant because we knew Alison had to be sober enough to drive.  Now that we were back at the house, we got stuck in together. Funnily enough, I did notice that Tracy wasn’t drinking as much Alison and me, but at the time it didn’t strike me as suspicious.  Tracy, because of her small size, is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, so she will sometimes go a bit slower.  So I had no idea what she was up to.   I don’t remember much of that evening.  Some of the bits I do remember were discussions about our clothing choices.  Tracy was recalling my untrimmed bush and lack of concern about uneven tanning from the morning, and hassling me about not making any effort for my boyfriend.  She then started teasing Alison about her one-piece swimsuit, asking her what the point was of trying to dress to impress the cute policeman when surely he was more interested in what she looked like undressed.    After that I have no memories of the evening.  I obviously passed out in the lounge because I woke there fully dressed at about 4am.  I dragged myself to my room, struggled into my pyjamas, and climbed into bed.   SUNDAY MORNING AT THE HOUSE   When I woke up again late that morning, it was because of the sound of a helicopter landing on the lawn outside The Palace.  The memory of what this meant came back to me and put me in a good mood.  Soon it would be just the three of us, maybe with the addition of the policemen.  I wondered how daring Tracywould be if they planned to hang about.   I wandered out to the kitchen to discover that Tracy was already up and busy making some breakfast for us all.  She was dressed in a cute summer dress over the top of her bikini, and as always she looked self-confident and beautiful.  She seemed in such a good mood that I asked why this was, but she refused to comment until Alison joined us.  This struck me as odd, but I waited patiently.   Alison didn’t emerge until the sound of the chopper departing finally roused her.  She came out wearing just her robe and had two quick cups of coffee to wake herself up.  Tracy continued to fuss around organising Alison’s breakfast with her ongoing good mood, so I finally insisted that she tell us what was going on.   Tracy stood before us with the attitude of someone with an announcement to make.  She produced two sheets of paper and handed them to us, one each, and said “I wonder if you two will remember these from last night.”   I looked down at the sheet of paper in front of me.  It was hand-written in my own handwriting, and I recognised my signature at the bottom of it.  I read with increasing horror at what I had written.   I, Helen Morton, hereby promise that tomorrow (Sunday, ______) I will wear no more than ONE item of clothing at any time.  This will apply from the moment I wake in the morning to midnight on Sunday night.  For every failure to keep this agreement, I promise to undergo a penalty set byTracy.  Signed __________   I looked back and forward between Tracy and Alison.  Tracy looked very pleased with herself, while Alison shared my look of horror.  With an unspoken agreement we swapped papers.  I easily recognised her handwriting and signature.  The text, however, was slightly different.   I, Alison Bennett, hereby promise that tomorrow (Sunday, ______) I will wear no more than TWO items of clothing at any time.  This will apply from the moment I wake in the morning to midnight on Sunday night.  However, I promise I will not wear my one piece swimsuit.  Instead, I promise I will wear a bikini loaned to me by Tracy. For every failure to keep this agreement, I promise to undergo a penalty set by Tracy.  Signed ____________   There followed a fairly lively discussion.  Alison and I wanted to know what tricks Tracy had used, while Tracy kept telling us that we had been entirely persuaded by what she had been saying to us, that we both admitted that we wished we were more carefree and daring, and that we had eagerly made these promises.  She looked very pleased with herself, and she kept going on about how we would regret it if we changed our mind, and how wrong it would be to not keep our promise.   I looked at Alison carefully.  As I’ve said before, Alison has this strong code of honour thing that makes her keep promises.  Signing a contract, even one as bogus as this one, was a big thing for her.  I could already see that she was caving in and thinking furiously about how she could keep her promise without undue embarrassment.  After all, her promise wasn’t as difficult to keep as mine.   For me, signing a promise wasn’t a big deal.  My issue is that I’m a people pleaser.  If Alison had refused to participate, I would have refused as well. However, if Alison agreed, I knew that I would give in to the pressure also.  I couldn’t cope with the idea of both of them being unhappy with me.  I made up my mind to do whatever Alison decided.  There was a part of me that found the idea very exciting.  I remembered that feeling of jealousy of Tracy’s confidence, and I did believe that I had probably wanted to sign this promise during my drunkenness last night.  I waited for Alison to pronounce her decision on behalf of us both.  Eventually she spoke.   “I’ll do it if the bikini fits me properly.”   Tracy laughed with delight and the house came alive with excited planning.  Tracy and Alison ran to Tracy’s room to look at the bikini in question, while I went alone to my own room to ponder my plans.  I had never gone topless on a beach.  I knew Tracy had.  In fact, I’m sure that she would have ended up topless yesterday if the security guys hadn’t been there.  Going topless as well was something that I might have been willing to do if we were alone and I was feeling brave.  This was quite different from the idea of arriving at the beach topless knowing that three policemen were likely to be watching us.  I couldn’t get my mind around the idea.   I was still sitting there in my pyjamas when Tracy and Alison joined me.  Alison was looking self-conscious a bright yellow bikini.  It first glance it didn’t seem as daring as the bikini Tracy had worn yesterday, but it was still a lot smaller than Alison was used to wearing.  The top was in the same style consisting of two triangles of fabric over each breast.  They had strings tied behind her neck and a strap around the back held together by a simple clasp.  Alison’s breasts are larger than Tracy’s so they weren’t as fully contained, but it wasn’t obviously obscene.   The bikini bottoms were certainly a lot more daring that Alison was used to.  Blushing, Alison gave me a quick twirl, revealing that they were a thong.  Her round buttocks were hanging out in a way which I’m sure was difficult for her to cope with, but she gave me a nervous smile.  Maybe she was realising that she was still luckier than me.  I guess she was, because suddenly she burst forth with an idea for me.   “You could wear my one-piece if you want.  That’s not against the rules.”   Tracy howled with disappointment, but she had to agree that this idea was permissible.  It was my own reaction that surprised me.  I found myself feeling a bit cheated by the idea.  It was too easy.  I pondered this thought as Alison rushed off to her room and came back with her swimsuit.   As the others watched I pulled off my pyjamas and pulled on the swimsuit.  It immediately became obvious that it wouldn’t work.  Alison is shorter in the trunk than I am.  As I pulled the straps up over my shoulders the material was extremely stretched and was digging painfully into my pussy and butt crack.  There was no way I could wear it.   I took it off and sat naked on the side of the bed looking at my bikini options.  My thoughts returned to going topless for the first time.  I pulled on my shorts and looked in the mirror.  The others didn’t have to say a thing – as soon as I saw myself I saw this big expanse of fabric and I could imagine the huge patch of pale white skin it would leave underneath.  What’s more, the shorts, if anything, just made my breasts look more naked.  I took the shorts off and pulled on my bikini bottoms.  I have to admit that I was quite pleased with what I saw in the mirror.  Our eyes normally focus on the imperfections, but every now and then we allow ourselves to see ourselves as a horny guy would see us.  I could feel my confidence rising.   It didn’t last, however.  The enormity of the task overwhelmed me again and I started to beg Tracy for mercy.  I told her that it was too much to go topless the whole time.  Her answer surprised me.  “Why don’t you wear a dress down to the beach?  Then if you want to get a tan you can change into your bikini bottoms then.”   SUNDAY MORNING AT THE HOUSE (Part 2)   The answer was so simple and obvious I couldn’t believe how stupid I had been to miss it, and I immediately agreed to her plan.  I couldn't work out why she was suddenly being so nice and letting me off so easily, so I asked her.   "This isn’t about trying to be mean to you," she replied.  "Hell, I wish I had been able to record our conversation last night.  Don't you get it?  I know you really want this because you told me so.  Still, what you wanted was to be more confident and daring versions of yourselves, not to become sluts or porn stars.  Of course you can wear a dress on your way down to the beach if you want to."   The other two left me alone to go and organise the food and drink, leaving me to dig through my bag for the only dress I had brought with me.  The dress was normally the most daring I ever got in public, given that it was the shortest dress I owned, coming down to mid thigh.  I would have to be careful.  I was also conscious of how thin the pale yellow fabric was.  I normally only wore white bras underneath it.  As I put it on, I carefully examined myself in the mirror and I was sure I could make out the dark circles of my aureoles, although maybe I was being too self-conscious.  The black fabric of my bikini bottoms showed through, which reminded me that I was wearing one too many items of clothing.  I pulled them off, had one last look in the mirror, and then went out to join Tracy and Alison.   The first thing I noticed was that Alison was wearing a dress too.  Since she knew that I would be wearing one, she had obviously had second thoughts about wearing the skimpy thong bikini bottoms down to the beach.  I could see the straps of her bikini top showing at the top of her dress, so I presumed that she had taken off the bikini bottoms.   This was confirmed a moment later by Tracy, who had casually stepped between us both and quickly pulled up our dresses, briefly flashing our pussies and bums to each other.  “Good, good,” said Tracy.  “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t breaking the rules.  Or should I say, breaking the rules again in Helen’s case.”   “What?” I shrieked.   “You broke the rules at breakfast time,” responded Tracy.  “Your pyjamas were a clear violation.  And now, I think, I will dish out the first punishment.  I want you to come into my bathroom.”   I didn’t take this without an argument, but Tracy insisted on referring back to the written promise which did specify that the agreement started the moment I woke up.  Tracy was laughing and arguing that I wouldn’t have written it if I hadn’t meant it.  I turned to Alison for help, but all she said was that it was probably better to accept the penalty here in the beach house, as Tracy could just have easily insisted on punishing me on the beach.  This effectively silenced my argument, and I followed Tracy into her bathroom.   Tracy had the master bedroom, and her ensuite had a fancy spa bath.  She ordered me to climb in and lie down.  Fortunately it was dry.  Then she produced her hair trimmer and told me that it was time to deal with my “unacceptable hair situation.”  She argued yet again that this was something I had talked about and agreed to last night.  In this case she was probably telling the truth.  I had been embarrassed yesterday by my wild bush.  I trimmed it every now and then, but I was lazy about it.  Still, there was a huge difference between trimming my own bush and having it trimmed for me by one of my best friends.  I was mortified.   I lay back and closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down.  I sensed Tracy kneeling down between my legs and I felt her lifting up the front of my dress.  I felt totally exposed.  I heard the gentle buzz of the trimmer, and I mentally prepared myself for its touch.  I flinched, but only slightly, when I felt its vibrations on my upper thighs and lower stomach.  I kept my eyes shut and kept my reactions under control.  My heart was pounding with fear or excitement, I’m not sure which.  I started to become aware of a familiar tingling sensation in my pussy and I realised I was turned on.  My breathing was becoming ragged and I was starting to tremble.  The fear of this being noticed by the others only served to increase the adrenalin going through my body, and I started having real fears that I would do something embarrassing like starting to moan.   Finally Tracy stopped what she was doing and invited me to admire her handiwork.  I opened my eyes and looked down and I was shocked by what I saw. My reaction elicited loud laughs from Tracy and Alison.  Tracy had trimmed my bush right back to a thin landing strip.  It was far more trimmed than she trimmed her own.  So much for not being mean to me.  I looked like a stripper and I told her so.   “Ok,” she agreed with a winning smile.  “I suppose it is just a bit about being mean to you.  After all, it was meant to be a punishment, you know.”   I sat up and looked down at my mostly shaved pussy.  The excitement and adrenalin were still having an effect, and I started to marvel at how it looked.  It was like I was looking at myself as a new person.  Suddenly I realised that the others were still watching me, so I quickly pulled down my dress.  This brought another laugh from Alison, but this time a knowing look from Tracy.   SUNDAY ON THE BEACH (ALONE)   We were finally ready to walk down to the beach, each of us wearing a dress.  Tracy also had on her full bikini.  Alison only had her bikini top underneath her dress, while I was wearing nothing underneath mine, in accordance with the bizarre and daring agreements we had made.   It was almost midday when we arrived on the beach.  The beach itself was deserted.  Looking over at The Palace we could see Grant and two other men sitting on the deck enjoying a quiet beer.  They were about 50 metres away.  Tracy gave them a wave, possibly making sure they were aware of our presence, and this was answered by three waves in return.    This was the moment of truth.  Deep down I knew I was going to get topless today, and I knew it would be easier to start while the men were so far away.  I suspected that if they came over and joined us it would be so much harder to take off my dress.  I pulled my bikini bottoms out of my bag and slipped them on under my dress.  Alison was doing likewise, while Tracy was already taking her dress off.  Again, I’m sure she was making a big show of doing this to make sure the men’s attention was directed in our direction.   Once Alison had her bikini bottoms on, she turned and daringly faced the Palace deck and unfastened her dress, which was buttoned all the way down the front.  Slipping it off, she lay face up on her towel and watched me.  Tracy was also lying there looking up at me.  Her bikini top was still firmly in place, making it that much more difficult for me to go ahead with the dare.  The dress I was wearing was the type you pull off over your head like a t-shirt – an action guaranteed to attract attention.  I knew the easy option would be to turn my back to the policemen, but I was feeling ready to take it to the next level.  Once my decision was made I immediately grabbed my dress and pulled it up and off.  My actions brought an immediate reaction as a wolf whistle rang out from one of the men, bringing an involuntary smile to my blushing face.  It also resulted in me instinctively covering my breasts with my hands as I sank down onto my towel.  I had partially chickened out, but I was still pleased with myself for being far more daring that I could have imagined before the weekend.  Tracycongratulated me warmly.  Alison also said a few encouraging words, although I suspect she was a bit jealous of the attention I had received.   Alison and Tracy remained lying on their backs in the sun while I lay on my front.  Neither of them made any attempt to remove their bikini tops, leaving me, normally the least confident one, the only one topless.  Eventually Tracy rolled over onto her stomach, and with this she reached back and untied her top, allowing the strings to lie loosely at her sides to avoid tan lines.  Not wanting to be outdone, Alison also did the same.  I had no idea how daring Alison was willing to be, but I knew she was already outside her comfort zone with the thong bikini bottoms she was wearing.  She normally tried so hard to draw attention away from her bottom, which she imagines to be disproportionately large.   The sun was pouring down onto my back and I was starting to feel uncomfortable.  Looking over at The Palace, I could still see all three men sitting there, half a football field away.  In the context of the situation, there was unlikely to be a safer time to roll over onto my back and let my naked breasts point up to the sky.  Again, as soon as I had that thought I immediately put it into action.  I could feel my heart beating faster as I turned over, and I was very sensitive to the feeling of the warm sun and the cool breeze on the exposed skin of my breasts.  Again Tracy said a few encouraging words.   After a while Alison, who was keeping a close eye on The Palace, reported with a hint of disappointment that the three men had gone inside.  I was feeling disappointed too.  It wasn’t that I was particularly interested in any of them.  Apart from the fact I was already seeing someone, I felt they were all too old for me.  That may even have contributed to what I was feeling.  I felt like I was making such an effort to be more confident that it seemed a pity not to have the audience there to keep it daring.   The heat was starting to make us thirsty, so it seemed the ideal time to grab some food and drink from our gear.  Being the closest to the supplies, I sat up and started getting things ready.  Tracy and Alison both chose to sit up too, leaving their bikini tops hanging loosely from the straps around their necks.  Tracyreached up and quickly untied hers, and Alison followed suit, leaving all three of us sitting topless.  Tracy looked at each of us in turn and smiled.   “So girls, how does it feel?”   By this stage I was feeling good about how things were going and I told her so.  Alison also said that she was having fun.   “Excellent,” replied Tracy.  “I hoped you would say that, because I would like to raise the issue of your next penalty.”   “What penalty?” I asked.   “We haven’t done anything wrong,” said Alison.   “Oh yes you have!” gloated Tracy.  “When both of you were taking off your dresses, you put your panties on first.  You each had one too many bits of clothing on.”   She had us.  Both of us had made this mistake and Tracy had noticed and kept her silence until now.  Since we had both just admitted we were ok with being topless, I had a feeling Tracy was now going to push us a lot further.  I was right!   “Your penalty is that, at some point today, I am going to make you get naked on the beach.  I’m going to try to do it in a subtle and tasteful way, but you will have to obey me immediately or else I will make it a lot worse for you.”   “But what if the guys come back?” asked Alison.   “That’s the idea,” said Tracy.  “Let’s just say that I probably won’t bother with the penalty if they don’t come back.”   Alison and I thought about this in silence.  I couldn’t remember a time when a guy had properly seen me naked.  When I got naked with guys the lights were normally out.  Now the chances were high that I would be naked in broad daylight in front of three men.  I thought about Grant, the only one of the police officers that we had actually met, and I was reassured by the fact that he seemed a nice enough guy.  I didn’t feel at all unsafe.  So I allowed myself to fantasise about being naked in front of him, and imagining him admiring and appreciating my body, even being turned on by me.  I could certainly feel myself getting turned on.  I was certainly feeling very hot, so I suggested going for a swim.  The other two quickly agreed.  I wonder if they were going through the same thing.   We jumped to our feet and ran down into the water.  It was refreshing and cooling, but did little to dampen my arousal.  Without knowing what I was doing I found myself with my fingers inside my bikini bottoms.  My fingers explored my recently shaved pubic hair, then found their way inevitably to my pussy and clitoris.  I was becoming more and more aroused, and I started to wonder if I could get away with bringing myself to orgasm there in the water.   SUNDAY MORNING ON THE BEACH (WITH COMPANY)   It wasn’t to be, because before I could finish we caught sight of the three policemen coming out of The Palace and wandering down to the beach.  They purposefully walked over to where our towels were and sat themselves down.  They had obviously decided to socialise with us.  Tracy and Alison immediately came over to where I was, leaving me no option but to take my hand out of my pants.  Alison was having a confidence crisis and was trying to persuade Tracyto go and get her towel and her bikini top.  Tracy had no intention of giving in to her.   Even in my aroused state I was surprised at how self assured and desirable I was feeling.  It was actually me that led the way out of the water, leading the other two up the beach to say hello to the three men that were waiting there.  Grant introduced us to Stephen and James.  Stephen looked to be in his mid 20s.  He was very handsome, even though his hair was starting to thin on top.  James looked a bit older than his companions, maybe mid 30s.  I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring.  All the men greeted us politely, making an effort to make eye contact instead of just staring at our chests.  Still, it was obvious they were pleased with what they saw.   I sat down on my towel, firstly with my knees drawn up in front of my chest before I forced myself to stick my legs out straight in front of me.  Tracy was sitting in a similar position while Alison was lying on her side.  We were all making an effort not to cover up.  Meanwhile, the men were continuing to be polite and trying not to stare unless they thought they could get away with it.  Despite being grown men, they occasionally blushed or stammered like shy teenage boys, and I’m certain they were finding it exciting to be with us.  I found myself having fun.  At one point I sat cross-legged, conscious that my pussy was only covered by the thin piece of fabric stretched across it, and the increase in furtive glances continued to make me feel good.   Unfortunately the men were only able to sit with us for about an hour before they would have to drive home.  It turned out that not only was James married, but both Grant and Stephen had girlfriends.  I could tell that Alison was disappointed, but the effect of this news was that we increased our flirting and teasing, knowing that they were at our mercy, getting them turned on with no option of them receiving any relief.    When James started dropping hints about leaving, I wondered if Tracy would find the opportunity to follow through on her threatened penalty.  She suddenly seemed to find fresh inspiration.  She told the guys that she had always wanted to see inside The Palace, and asked them if we could have a look inside before they left.  I had no idea where she was going with this, but I was convinced that she had a plan that involved Alison and me being totally exposed.   The men enthusiastically agreed to Tracy’s request, but they were obviously disappointed when she asked them to wait there on the beach for us to rinse ourselves off and put on some clothes.  It was only once she had dragged us away that she told us what was expected of us.   “Here’s what you have to do.  When we get down to the water, you are both going to take off your bikinis and rinse them out in the water, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.  Then you are going to walk back naked, dry yourself off, and put on your dresses.”   Given how far I had already stepped outside my comfort zone today, in my mind Tracy’s proposal didn’t seem too difficult.  However, my subconscious told a different story.  I could feel my face going red, my legs and arms started to tremble, and my heart rate and breathing both got faster.  It was adrenalin and excitement all mixed together with fear and embarrassment.  Three men would be looking at my naked pussy, with its bush recently trimmed right back to almost nothing.   Alison and I caught each other’s eyes.  It was one of those moments when we needed a little solidarity.  This quick look confirmed that I wasn’t in this alone.  I could see the excitement on her face, and her look seemed to be begging me not to chicken out on her.  I responded by pushing down my pants and stepping out of them one leg at a time.  Alison did that same.  Tracy, meanwhile, was watching us with a big grin on her face.  She didn’t make any move to get naked herself, the cow.  Since normally she was the only one of us who would ever have dared to do this before, today she was making it harder on us by being a bit more modest herself than she was forcing us to be.  It was working too.  Seeing her wearing her tiny bikini bottoms made me feel all the more naked in comparison.   We walked up the beach side by side.  As the men watched us approach they seemed dumfounded, making no attempt to conceal their staring.  They made no sound, as if there was a magic spell that would be broken if they did.  I noticed that as Alison picked up her towel she made no attempt to turn away or conceal herself as she tried herself off, so I made sure to follow her lead.  Tracy was already dry and zipping up her dress while Alison and I were still drying ourselves.  As I was drying my legs, drying higher and higher until I reached my crotch, I then rubbed the towel in my pussy.  This is something I do every day after my shower and I normally think nothing of it.  Today, however, the feeling was electric due to being so turned on all day.  I felt my knees buckle and I felt close to collapsing.   By this stage Alison had her dress on over her naked body, slowly doing up the buttons.  I picked up my own dress and pulled it on over my head, allowing it to fall down over my body to my thighs.  The men remained mute until Tracy declared that we were ready for our tour of the house.  This made them come alive, and they were again polite and attentive as they showed us around The Palace, although again I frequently caught glimpses of them checking us out when they thought they weren’t being watched, no doubt looking to see what body parts they may glimpse through the thin fabric of our dresses.   GOING HOME   To be honest, I was so worked up that I hardly remember anything of the inside of The Palace.  Immediately after the tour we watched the three policemen drive away.  The weather was starting to cloud over, so we decided to head back to our own beach house to pack and hit the road.  I kept surreptitiously fondling myself when the others weren’t looking, longing to give myself some relief, but the opportunity never came and I only ended up making things harder on myself.  Tracy had assigned herself to cleaning the bathrooms, so she practically made me make one last toilet trip before she cleaned my ensuite.  There was no way I was going to be able to bring myself off with her waiting outside.  I was even toying with the idea of quietly doing it on the drive home, but again it was Tracy who foiled this plan by grabbing the back seat before I could.   My arousal only partly subsided on the long drive home.  Every bump in the road seemed to push it back up again.  I was desperate to get home to the privacy of my own bedroom.  However, as we entered the city on the last leg of our journey, I noticed we were passing close to where Craig lived.  I immediately blurted out that I wanted to be dropped off at his place.  Naturally enough Tracy and Alison didn’t miss the opportunity to tease me, but I was beyond caring.  As soon as we arrived I jumped out of the car, still wearing only my short thin dress, and I knocked on the door.   I don’t intend to go into details about what happen when I arrived.  Some things are still a bit personal.  However, I will mention a couple of details.  The first was the curious look on the face of Craig’s flatmate when he opened the door.  He couldn’t seem to drag his eyes away from my chest as he greeted me.  He stammered that Craig was in his room and he offered to go and get him.  I confidently told him there was no need for that as I marched down the hallway towards the bedroom.  The second thing I will mention is the totally delighted look on Craig’s face when I marched into his room as he was lying on his bed reading a textbook.  Closing the door behind me, I immediately pulled my dress off, immediately revealing my naked body including my newly styled landing strip.    The sex that followed wasn’t particularly remarkable.  Craig came very quickly in his excitement and ended up having to bring me off with his fingers. However, I can certainly say that the weekend at the beach house was the start of a permanent change for the better.     The End

The Shortest Skirt in School by Vanessa Evans Part 03 After a while of comparing the guys and what they’d done to us I noticed that it was getting cooler. “Fancy another swim before it gets cold?” I asked. “Shall we go and tell the guys that we’re going into the pool?” “That depends on if you want them to start grabbing your tits and pussy.” Lizzy smiled and replied, “I’ll go and tell them.” A few minutes later Lizzy came back out followed by the 3 guys, Duncan and Luke having put their shirts on. “Not coming for another swim?” I asked. “Can we take a rain cheque please girls?” Luke said. “We really want to get in your knickers again.” Duncan added, “but we really have to go.” “Hot date?” Mike asked. “No, family dinner. My Gran will be there and we don’t think that she’s got long left.” Luke replied. “Sorry to hear that bro,” Mike replied, “yeah, I’m sure that the girls will be here some other time.” I waited until Duncan and Luke had had plenty of time to get down the road then turned to Mike and said. “You didn’t tell them about half term?” “No, I got the impression that neither of you were too pleased with Duncan so I’m not going to invite him again.” “But you will invite Luke won’t you?” Lizzy asked. “Sure, and a whole load of other guys if you want, just not Duncan. Now, who’s for that swim?” Mike was soon naked and chasing us girls into the pool. It was the first time that Lizzy had seen Mike naked and after some time of messing about with the ball I said, “Mike, will you sit on the side of the pool and let Lizzy have a good look at your cock? I know that it’s still hard.” “I’ve got a better idea,” Mike replied, “let’s get dried and go into the house then Lizzy can explore me in great detail and I can explore her in great detail.” “He means a 69 Lizzy, are you up for it?” “Hell yeah.” We got out of the pool, went and got our towels then Lizzy followed Mike inside. I picked up Lizzy’s clothes and followed them. By the time I got to the lounge Mike was on his back devouring Lizzy’s pussy and Lizzy was trying to swallow Mike’s cock. I went to the toilet and when I got back Lizzy was still trying to swallow Mike’s cock whilst she was cumming from Mike’s administrations. I sat and watched them, they were in a world of their own and doubted if they even knew I was there. I looked at Lizzy’s tits hanging from her chest. They’re bigger than mine, probably somewhere between an ‘A’ cup and a ‘B’ cup. They were very conical with dark nipples that aren’t as big as mine. My right hand went to my left tit and toyed with the nipple as I wondered how big my tits would grow. Lizzy started cumming first, but all credit to her, her head kept going up and down on Mikes cock. His arms were round her, holding her butt, so that he could continue doing whatever he was to her. After a few minutes Lizzy started cumming again closely followed by Mike, and Lizzy kept his cock in her mouth throughout it all. Finally spent, Lizzy rolled off Mike and lay next to him. Both looked knackered. I went and sat the other side of Mike and looked down at his soft cock, covered in Lizzy’s saliva and probably some of Mike’s cum. I bent over and kissed it, a little disappointed that it didn’t twitch or start to grow. Lizzy sat up and said, “I’ve never really looked at a cock close-up, without it thrusting in and out of my mouth that is, can I look at yours please Mile?” “Go for it.” Mike replied and spread his legs wider so that she could get a good look under his balls. As Lizzy, and me, lifted and prodded and poked poor Mike’s cock and balls like he was some sort of new toy, the inevitable happened and it started to grow. Both Lizzy and I watched, fascinated in the transformation. “That’s going to be my first.” I said. “Simone,” Mike said, “we’ve talked about this, we can’t, it’s incest and against the law.” “It’s not like you’re going to make me pregnant is it?” “Simone, we shouldn’t.” “What about Lizzy, will you fuck her?” “SIMONE.” Lizzy said, “you can’t go offering my body to any old man.” “Mike isn’t any old man, he’s my brother and he’s only a couple of years older than you. Go on, you can fuck him if you like.” There was deadly silence for a good 10 seconds before Lizzy slowly got to her feet, lifted one leg over Mike and started to squat down over his cock. As her pussy got close I reached over, held his cock and guided it in to Lizzy’s vagina. “Arrrrrgh, ohhhhhh, shit, ohhhhhhhh, that’s soooooo nice. Arrrrrgh.” Lizzy said as she slowly lowered herself until her I saw her pubic bone meet Mike’s. “Oooooooooooooooooh.” Lizzy said as she just sat there. Then she added, “You’ve got to try this Simone it’s awesome, why didn’t I do this months ago.” Lizzy slowly started raising and lowering herself as her vocal chords got exercised with her cries of pleasure. It didn’t take long for Lizzy to cum again but Mike was still laying there enjoying the warm, wet, velvety feeling of a vagina on his cock. “Don’t cum yet Mike.” Lizzy said, “I want to try something else. Close your eyes so that you get a nice surprise.” Lizzy slowly lifted herself off of Mike and moved away, using girl sign language to tell me to take her place. As I started to impale myself Lizzy went and knelt near Mike’s head and started making the same noises that she had made when she lowered herself onto his cock. I tried to keep silent but a few noises of pleasure did escape my mouth and I hoped that Lizzy’s noises drowned out mine.. “Keep your eyes closed Mike.” Lizzy said as I started riding his cock. This time the fornicating couple started cumming at roughly the same time and Lizzy didn’t try to cover the noises of pleasure that I was making. Mike must have noticed the change of voice and opened his eyes. “Fuck Simone, what are you doing?” “I would have thought that that was obvious Mike.” “But you shouldn’t be doing that.” “Nope, and neither should you, but we are, so we may as well keep doing it now.” “Well it was nice, but we shouldn’t really.” “Until the next time.” I added. Mike thought for a few seconds then said, “You two have had a good, long look at me so isn’t it fair that I have a good look at you?” “I guess that it is, come on Lizzy, let’s sit on the sofa with our legs spread wide so that Mike can compare our pussies.” Lizzy looked a little hesitant so I added, “Bloody hell Lizzy, he’s eaten you out, you’ve given him a blowjob, you’ve both cum on each other, you shouldn’t be shy after all that lot.” “It’s not that, it’s just, my clit isn’t as big as yours.” “And my tits aren’t as big as yours Lizzy. We’re not going to judge each other and I’m sure that Mike won’t be either.” “Hell no,” Mike added, “I’m 100% sure that each of your pussies are amazing, just in a slightly different way. There’s no good or bad, just different, although I would call a hairy pussy a bad thing. Lizzy lost her reluctance and joined me on the sofa, our nearest legs overlapping. Mike stuck his head in between Lizzy legs first and soon she was saying that his breathing was tickling her pussy. I watched as he spread her lips wider and pulled her clit hood back. “Beautiful” he said. Lizzy gasped as he slid a finger inside her and watched as her flesh moved about. “Careful Mike.” I said, “you’ll make her cum.” “Not yet, hold it back Lizzy, after I’ve studied Simone’s pussy I’m going to make you both cum at the same time.” Mike gently slapped Lizzy’s pussy then moved to mine where his did roughly the same as he’d done to Lizzy’s although he used a finger to push my clit from side to side and back to front. “Stay there girls,” Mike said, “I want you both to cool down so that I’m starting from scratch with both of you.” “You think that our pussies are going to stop drooling in anticipation waiting for you to finger us?” I said, “You’d have to walk to the North Pole and back to stop that.” “Hmm, good point, hang on a minute, and shut your eyes, I’ve got a surprise for you.” I heard Mike get up then walk out of the room. A minute later I heard him come back and he said, “Keep those eyes shut girls.” A couple of seconds later my body jerked back and I swore. I heard and felt Lizzy do the same. “What the fuck?” I said as I looked down at my pussy and saw one of those long, thin, ice pops lollipops sticking out of my pussy. I looked at Lizzy and saw that she had one in her as well. “Fuck Mike, what was that for.” “Are you as horny as you were Simone?” “No, but that thing is freezing, take it out please.” Mike waited a couple of seconds, pulled both of them out and stuck them in our mouths. “Fuck your mouths with what’s left of them.” Mike commanded. We did that whilst Mike gave each of our slits a lick to catch the fruit juice that was leaking out of us. Then he went back on his knees and watched the 2 ice lollies get devoured. When they’d gone he moved his hands to our pussies and inserted a finger. Within seconds all thoughts about the ice lollies had gone and I was feeling good. Judging by the moans from Lizzy she too was feeling good. Mike’s magical fingers knew what to do and how to find that special spot on the wall of our vaginas and it didn’t take long for us both to cum. When Mike thought that we’d understand he said, “Well it looks like you 2 are just as horny as each other. I’d call that a draw.” Giving both our clits a little tap Mike got to his feet, Lizzy saying, “I see that you enjoyed that as well Mike.” “Sure did, but I think that I need a bit of a rest before you 2 start on me again.” “It’s funny that boys haven’t got the staying power that girls have when it comes to sex.” Lizzy said. “Speaking from experience are you Lizzy?” Mike asked. “No, I read it somewhere, girls can be made to cum over and over and still want more but boys cum once and need a rest to recharge their batteries.” “We obviously weren’t built with Duracell batteries in us.” “So,” I said, “what’s next, food, shower, movie, get dressed? Not that I’m going to do the last one, I’m staying naked until I hear dad’s car in the drive.” “Dad’s car is electric,” Mike said, “it’s silent.” “I forgot about that, hmm, I’ll have to think of some other early warning system.” I replied. “I might have an idea about that,” Mike said, “we’ve been taking about blue tooth and presence detectors at school, I’ll try and work something out. But in the meantime I’m going for a shower, I’ve got girl sweat and cum all over me.” “Sounds good to me.” I replied. Mike went and used our parents bathroom whilst Lizzy and I went to the bathroom that Mike and I use. Unsurprisingly, we talked in the shower and I asked her what she thought of her day so far. “Well the first part was crap but after mum had dropped me off here it’s been, it’s been amazing, but that word doesn’t do it justice. So many firsts, so many things that I want to do again.” “Like going to school with no knickers and ultra short skirts?” I asked “The no knickers part isn’t the problem, I’ve done that before. The ultra short skirts, well, apart from the fact that my rents would never let me out of the house in a skirt even twice the length of yours, I don’t want to go flashing my butt and pussy to everyone.” “You’ve done it today.” “That’s different, that was just 3 guys and at your house. School is a whole new ball park.” “Okay, I won’t try to push you, but if you want to borrow one of my skirt and change at school you can.” “Thanks but I don’t think so.” “Okay, but if you change your mind. Hey, what do you think of Mike and his fingers?” “Oh my gawd Simone, where the hell did he learn to do that?” “I have no idea but I’m glad that he can do it.” “Me too, can I come and live here? I need a lot more of his fingers and his tongue.” “You can come for the whole of half term if you want.” “Could I, that would be awesome but will your parents approve?” “They won’t care, but you have to promise to be naked like me all the time that my parents are away, and that includes when Mike has any of his mates over.” “Yes, yes, just so long as Mike uses his tongue and fingers on me every day.” “I don’t think that I need to ask him but I might ask him to invite lots of his mates.” “All on one day or spread over the week?” “Do you fancy being gang-banged Lizzy, I think that it might be fun.” “Maybe, I’ve never really thought about it.” “Start thinking girl.” After the shower Lizzy helped me get something to eat for all of us, Lizzy commenting that it was weird doing ordinary things totally naked, and me telling her that she’d soon forget that she was naked and neither of us were bothered by Mike looking at our tits all the time that were were eating. Then we watched a couple of movies, again Lizzy saying that it was weird. When it came time to go to bed Lizzy and I went to my room and got into bed together. We were soon talking about other times that we’d slept together all innocently. We were laying there facing each other and Lizzy had a hand resting on my hip. Something made me move my free hand and put it on one of her tits. We stared at each other for a few seconds in silence then we both moved our faces closer together and we kissed. The kisses led to caressing each other, then touching each other’s pussy and before long my feet were at the top of my bed and my head by her pussy. We eagerly ate each other until be both had satisfying orgasms then we fell asleep. ***** Mike woke us with a slap on our bare butts and the comment, “I know what you 2 got up to last night.” I looked blankly at him for a second then realised that my head was still near Lizzy’s feet. “We’re not lesbians.” Lizzy said. “I didn’t think for one second that you were. No man could after what we got up to yesterday. Talking of which, the sun’s shining and we’ve only got a couple of hours before your mother picks you up Lizzy.” Both Lizzy and out were out of bed in seconds and running down the stairs. Our morning shower was replaces by a quick dip on the pool then a couple of 69s on the grass. We let Mike have a bit of a rest before Lizzy wanted another fuck before she had to leave. I went and got Lizzy’s dress and one for myself and we both put them on before going round the front of the house to wait. “What about my underwear?” Lizzy asked. I smiled and told her that I’d take it to school the next day for her. “But I have to go to a church do with my mum.” “Well it looks like you’ll probably be the only underwearless girl there with cum running down the insides of her thighs.” I said as Lizzy’s mum’s car pulled up. I said hello to Lizzy’s mum as Lizzy got in the car hoping that her mother wouldn’t realize what Lizzy wasn’t wearing. My dress was off before I got to the back of the house and I asked Mike if he was ready to fuck me. I was expecting him to go on about incest again but he said, “I sure am, I haven’t been getting my share of your body for a while.” “So you’ve given up on this incest rubbish?” “Yes, we’ve already fucked once so another time, or another 100 or so times, won’t make any difference, just keep taking those pills.” “So are you going to practice making love to me ready for when you get a girlfriend?” “That’s not a bad idea Sis, would you mind, all that kissing and caressing instead of just fucking?” “So long as you make me cum I don’t care what else you do to me, but some passionate kissing sounds nice.” We spent the next hour or so making love out on the back lawn and Mike will make some girl a great boyfriend sometime. Then he asked me if he could take some photographs of me. “Naked I presume, and like those that Duncan took?” “Yes, but with you being a more willing model.” “I wasn’t that unwilling with Duncan, it’s just his attitude, It’s like he was just using me, and ME, a model, I haven’t got the body for that.” “That’s a matter of opinion. I think that you’ve got a great body for a girl who only recently started puberty.” “Thank you Mike, and you can take as many photos of me as you like, and I’m guessing that you want most of them to be of an adult nature and some with your cum all over my face.” “I’ve had another thought as well, one that you might be interested in Simone, how about I take a set of photos of you every week so that we can look through them and see how your body changes?” “You mean from various angles and close-ups of my tits and pussy? Yes, I like that idea, it’s a pity that you didn’t start a few months ago before my tits and clit started to grow. My pussy wasn’t as meaty as it is now. I thought that I was getting fat but I googled it and it’s normal. The other thing is that my pubic bone has started growing forwards. It now fills my hand when I cup my pussy.” “Well we can’t do anything about that but we can setup a sort of slideshow of your development from now on.” “Yeah, I like that, I hope that you’ve got lots of hard disk space on that computer of yours.” Mike went and got his phone, it’s a top end phone so it had a good camera. We stayed out in the back garden and Mike took dozens of photos of me, in silly poses like I’d seen fashion models on the internet and lots in very sexy and revealing poses like in some of the porno movies that I’d watched on the internet. We didn’t just stay in the back garden, we went round the front and even to the road at the end of the drive. I was sort of hoping that someone driving by would see me but no one drove passed. Mike suggested that we go to the local woods over the half term and take a load of photos there. That sounded fun to me, the risk of someone seeing me made my wet pussy even wetter. It was my turn for a brainwave and I suggested that as well as inviting lots of his mates over for a bit of fun at the house, he tells them to bring a camera and that he charges them to take photos of me naked. We could even go to the woods and they could take photos of me ‘au natural’, completely at one with nature. “You do realizes that lots of those photos would get passed around school and even put on the internet don’t you Simone?” “Yeah, I don’t mind, in fact I’d sort of like that, all those boys wanking whilst looking at my photos.” “Jeez girl, who are you? What have you done with the little sister that I had a few weeks ago?” “I can’t help what puberty has done to me.” “No you can’t, and I’m certainly not complaining Simone, Now, do you want me to take a photo of you spread eagle laying on the road before we go back and take the first of the growth history albums?” “Hmm, I like that idea,” I said getting on my back on the road, “but can you fuck me before we take the first of the serious photos, I want the albums to include one of your cum seeping out of me.” After the spread eagle on the road shot we did go back round the back of the house and Mike took photos of me from all angles, standing and laying on my back with my legs wide open. He also took close-up shots of my tits and pussy. Then he fucked me, pulling out of me after his first load of cum went inside me. He held his cock until it was in front of my face then he let go and more cum landed all over my face. Mike then took photos of my cum covered face, little tits and my pussy with his cum seeping out and running down the insides of my thighs. Taking all those photos took quite a while and left us hungry so we went in and prepared some food then Mike connected his laptop to the big flat screen TV in the lounge and set a slideshow running. At first it was a bit weird seeing me naked on the big screen and when I told that to Mike he said that he wondered how he could get them onto one of the huge screens at the cinema. As the slideshow progressed we talked about the poses having a hit of a laugh, and me thinking about other poses that I could do. After I’d finished eating my right hand drifted to my pussy and started toying with my clit slowly getting me quite turned-on. When the slideshow ended I looked at Mike and saw that he was watching my right hand. He got up and came and knelt between my legs. I moved my hand away from my pussy and Mike’s mouth and tongue took over. After my first orgasm Mike got me to turn over. I knelt on the front edge of the sofa with my face on the back of the sofa. I got a bit vocal as Mike’s cock entered me and then fucked me until we’d both orgasmed. By then the day had caught up with me and I decided to go to bed, Mike saying that he’d tidy the house just in case our parents got back before we got back from school the next day. ***** On the Monday morning when I woke up I was feeling horny so I went into Mike’s room and woke him with my mouth on his cock. When he opened his eyes and saw that he wasn’t dreaming he pulled me onto him, spun me around and started eating my pussy. I managed to get my mouth to his cock and we had a satisfying 69. When I went to get dressed for school I was still very horny and I went into the back of my wardrobe and got out the skirt that I had decided that I would never wear. I put it on and pushed it as low on my hips as it would go. Stood directly in front of the mirror I couldn’t see my slit or clit but when I went to the other side of the room and looked in the mirror I could just see the end of my clit. Turning round I held a small mirror so that I could see the big mirror I couldn’t see my butt but as soon as I bend forward just a little bit I could just see the crack between the back of my thighs and my butt cheeks. “Dare I?” I asked myself. “Fuck it, I’m wearing it, I just hope that mum isn’t back when I get home from school.” And I did, and when Mike saw me he asked me if I was really going to wear the skirt to school, and when I said that I was he told me to be careful. That skirt, like all my new skirts, is a bit flared, and all are made out of lightweight materials, so when I stepped outside I really did feel like I was bottomless. The fresh air was making my clit tingle and hard. My nipples under my tank top were also hard pushing 2 little bulges in the front. “Are you sure that you don’t want to go back home and change that skirt Simone. If you run you will just have time.” “No, I’m still a bit horny and I’m going to stick with it.” “Well you be careful Simone, I don’t want to be called to the office to take you home.” “I will, I won’t touch my pussy unless I’m in the bathroom and every exposure will be an accident, well almost every one.” As we approached the bus stop all the boys and girls there were looking at me and I wondered if they could see my clit. I ignored their stares and just said ’hello’ like I normally do. One of the older boys replied, “Wow Simone, you really look cute today.” I smiled and thanked him then turned to Mike to wait. That older boy fixed things so that he was behind me getting on the bus which was actually a coach so there was 3 steps to get on. I just knew that he was looking up the back of my skirt and as he followed me onto the bus and as we walked down the aisle he said, “Did you forget something this morning Simone?” “No.” I replied as I sat next to Mike. I was hoping that he might slide his hand under my bag, which was on my lap, and finger me but he didn’t. In the car park at school I saw Lizzy waiting and as I approached her she said, “Bloody hell girl, I’ve just been looking at your clit as you walked over here. That skirt should be called a belt. I bet that it’s the shortest skirt that any girl has ever gone to school in.” “Good, so do you like it? If I have a good day today I’m going to order some more like it.” “Well I’m not sure that you’ll have a good day, one of the teachers is bound to say something and you might never come to this school again.” “I’m going to be careful Lizzy, I’m only going to touch my pussy when I’m in the bathroom and I’m hoping that you won’t touch it as well.” “I won’t, but I can’t speak for any of the boys or teachers.” The head teacher just happened to be outside the main entrance and I saw him watching me as we walked in. My heart had a few butterflies and I was half expecting him to say something but all he said was, “Good morning Lizzy, Simone.” We both said good morning back and as we walked away from him Lizzy said, “He needs to go to Specsavers.” Our home room teacher gave me a double take but didn’t say anything and again I noted how cold the chair was on my bare butt. The morning went reasonably well with no problems. In each lesson I’d sat with my knees apart and managed to keep my hands away from my pussy. I’d had to sit near the back so there was no opportunity to flash a teacher. As I walked around between lessons I checked out what the other girls were wearing. Quite a few girls were wearing skirts that didn’t go down as far as their mid thigh and a few were wearing short shorts. A couple were wearing very short shorts but I was definitely wearing the shortest skirt in the school. About three quarters of the way through the last lesson of the morning the school tannoy system burst into life telling everyone that I had to go to the head teachers office. “This is it,” I thought, “I’m going home early with a letter for my parents.” I left the classroom with everyone looking at me and I managed to keep upright. As I walked along the deserted corridors I pulled on the hem of my skirt to try to make it cover as much of my legs as I could even though I knew that I might only get it a couple of millimetres further down. “Come in.” I heard when I knocked. I went in, let my bag slide off my shoulder to the floor just in the room, then I walked right up to the big desk. I knew that he would be sat on the other side so I got close trying to stop him from seeing my clit. “Ah Simone, thank you for coming here.” He said when he looked up. You seem to be causing a bit of a stir in school these days.” “Me! What do you mean sir?” “Your attire, you seem to be wearing clothes that get you attention.” “I don’t know what you mean sir, these clothes are just what other girls are wearing and I’m wearing them because I like them and not to draw attention to me.” “Good, and you are right, very thin and see-through tops are quite popular these days Simone, but other girls wear something underneath, and it’s very obvious that you are not.” “Sorry sir, but I don’t remember reading anything in the school’s dress code that says girls have to wear a bra. Wouldn’t that be discrimination and against the equality laws?” “Possibly, and you are right about the school’s dress code. The only rule is that you must have clean and presentable clothes. Yours look clean and they don’t appear to be old, tatty or ripped so your tops do not break the rules. The same can be said about your skirts, they too don’t appear to break any of the rules. They look very much like cheerleader skirts. I’ve heard stories of people seeing up your skirts and I don’t know if the stories of what you are or aren’t wearing anything under your skirts are true or not. I also know that I am not in a position to ask if you wear anything underneath them and that there is nothing in the rules that say you must wear knickers. All I can do is remind you that any sexual activity involving any pupil on school premises is totally forbidden and would result in all pupils concerned being expelled. “I haven’t taken part in any sexual activity sir.” “And I have no knowledge of you doing so Simone. I would also remind you that dressing as you do can attract unwanted attention and I urge you to be careful. I do not want to find out that you have been sexually assaulted or worse.” “Thank you sir, I always try to be careful.” “Good, you may go now.” “Thank you sir.” I turned to leave and had the urge to bend at the waist to pick up my school bag near the door knowing that if I did he would be able to confirm that I wasn’t wearing any knickers – if he was looking. I stayed still and silent for 2 or 3 seconds then turned and walked to my bag. I did bend at the waist, fumbling picking up my bag so that he got a good look because my feet were about shoulder width apart. Then I picked up my bag and opened the door. As I turned to close it I looked back and saw him looking my way. I felt my pussy get wetter assuming that he had seen it. I went to the dining hall, bought my lunch then sat at our usual table to wait for Lizzy. When she came and sat with me I was so excited and I told her everything, at the end Lizzy said, “Simone, you’ve just about been told that it’s okay to come to school wearing a belt for a skirt and no underwear, when this gets out I wonder if other girls will do the same as you.” “Will you Lizzy, it would be great if there was 2 of us. I can lend you a short skirt, I’m going to order some more like this one as soon as I get home.” “I don’t think so Simone, don’t get me wrong I loved the sleepover and I’m more than happy to have another one over the half term and get naked with you ans Mike.” “Even if Mike invites more of his mates to come and photograph us naked and maybe fuck us?” “Maybe, it depends on who the boy is, but if he’s as cute as Mike I’m more than happy.” “You fancy Mike don’t you?” “No.” “You do, you’re blushing. Oh my gawd, my best friend fancies my brother. Well you 2 have already fucked so you can do that again as much as you like. As for the rest, that’s up to you. Just one proviso, Mike has only just started fucking me and I don’t want that to stop.” “Simone, even if Mike and I did get together, which I doubt, I would never stop that, maybe we should just be 3 friends with 3 way benefits.” “That would work for me, his cock, his tongue and your pussy, the best of both worlds. Come on, lets go outside and to those steps, my clit wants boys looking at it. Have you got any knickers on, you could do the same.” “You’re the exhibitionist not me Simone.” “You could be one too. If you let lots of Mike’s friends eat you and take photos of you naked everyone will think you are one anyway.” “That’s different.” “Why, No, don’t answer that one, I’m not going to push you into anything.” As we were sat on the steps Mike walked up the steps directly in front of me and I could see that his eyes were looking well below mine. “So Si,” Mike asked. “what did the head want?” “Can I tell you on the way home, but everything is good, very good.” “Okay Sis.” “Now go and stand at the bottom and control the crowds, You can also find out who will pay to take photos of me naked in the woods at half term..” “You were serious about that then?” “Hell yes, and Lizzy is game as well aren’t you Lizzy?” “I guess.” “Wow, 2 wood nymphs. It’s going to be a great half term.” “It sure is, I just hope that mum and dad will be away most of the time.” Whilst we were talking both Lizzy and I kept looking to see who was looking up to us. There seemed to be a steady stream of them, most pretending that they weren’t looking and the rest blatantly looking at my pussy. After lunch it was Geography with Mr. Reed and I was lucky enough to get a seat at the front, and yes, I did sit on the front edge of the chair with my knees apart, and yes, he did see my pussy. When he first realised what he was looking at his face went red but after a few minutes he was back for another look, then another. Of course my eyes were pointing at my book but I could look up without moving my head, and see him looking at me. I was half expecting him to ask me to hang back at the end of the lesson but he didn’t. On the bus going home I told Mike all about my visit to the head and Mike was pleased for me. When we walked into the house both mum and dad were there. Apart from saying hello, neither of them paid me much attention, talking to Mike instead. I’ve got well passed the stage of trying to join in their conversations because it was always obvious that it was Mike that they wanted to talk to, not me, so I just collected the parcels that had arrived for me and went up to my room. I stripped then opened the parcels. Both had new skirts for me, the smaller parcel only containing 2 PE skirts. I was pleased that the online description of them was correct and they were both very light weight and flimsy, the package was certainly very light. After ripping the package open I saw that they are slightly longer than the skirt that I’d worn for school that day, but PE being PE, I knew that they would be bouncing around and revealing what was underneath for most of the PE lessons. They also looked good enough for day-to-day use as well. The other skirts had been bought when I was feeling quite horny, and as such were nearly as short as the skirt that I’d worn that day. In fact they were all about the same length as the one that I’d sworn I would never wear but had actually worn that day. As I tried them on I just knew that I’d feel like I was bottomless at school from then on. That thought made me check all around my pussy to see if any new hairs had dared to grow. There was one so I got my laser gun out and zapped it hoping that it would tell any other new hairs that were thinking of growing out of my skin not to bother. When Mike came to tell me that tea was ready I slipped on just a summer dress and went downstairs. As we sat eating and listening to my parents telling Mike where they had been and Mike telling them that him and I had had a very quiet time at home on our own; I was thinking about the dress that I was wearing. It was a little girl’s design and I used to like it but my tastes had changed so when I went back to my room I went online to order some new ones. Then I did my homework then went to bed. ***** I was woken early by Mike. He’d come into my room and gone under the duvet between my legs and was licking my pussy. When he saw that he’d woken me he said, “It’s okay, they’ve both left and it’s half an hour before you usually get up.” Guess what we did during those 30 minutes. I wore one of my new, new skirts to school, much to the delight of the boys getting onto the bus to go there, and Mike was rubbing my clit under my school bag for all of the journey. I didn’t cum but he sure left me feeling horny. “That should set you up nicely for the day Simone.” Mike said as we got off the bus. As Lizzy and I walked into school I told her what Mike had just done to me. “Lucky you, can I come and live at your house please?” “You can for next week if you want, but you’ll have to join in what I’m going to do, remember what I said?” “I think that I can manage that.” “Oh, can you add Mr. Reed to the list of teachers that have had good look at my pussy please Lizzy, I gave him a good look in Geography yesterday afternoon.” “I suppose that you’re going to flash Mr. Wilson in English again today?” “If I can get a seat on the front row.” “He might have put a reserved sign on the desk for you.” “That would be nice for me and him.” I did let Mr. Wilson have a few long looks at my pussy and I’m sure that I saw a little wet patch on his trousers where the end of his cock would be. At lunchtime, both in the dining hall and outside, I noticed quite a few boys look at their smart phones or in groups looking at one boys phone. I didn’t think much of it until one boy turned his phone so that I could see the screen and he said, “That is you isn’t it Simone?” I looked at the screen and saw myself on one of the sun loungers at home. I was naked, my feet were on the ground on either side of the lounger, my pussy was wet and shining in the sun and my tiny tits looked no more than 2 erect nipples. Thankfully, only part of my face was showing. I was silent for a few seconds and the boy said, “Well, is it you Simone?” “Yes,” I finally answered. “Do you want to see the video that I’ve got as well?” “Not much point, I was there wasn’t I?” “Don’t worry Simone, I won’t send them to any of the teachers.” “No,” I thought, “you’ll just use them for wanking material.” “Thanks.” I replied. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t send them to anyone. Where did you get them from?” “Just a friend, but I know that tons of people have them.” “Okay thanks for letting me know.” Lizzy had been to the toilet and when she caught up with me I told her what had happened.” “I bet that it’s that Duncan, the bastard, that’s the last time he touches me.” “And me. I was sort of expecting it but I hoped that it was all talk from him. Never mind, half the school have already seen my pussy in the flesh so it’s not the end of the world and if my plans for half term work out a lot more will see me close-up and take lots of photos of my pussy.” We went and sat on the steps for my regular ‘accidental’ flashing session. Due to our school’s weird 2 week timetable that afternoon was definitely going to be great for me. A science lesson for half the afternoon followed by PE for the rest of the day. This was going to be my last time in the gym until after the summer break because after the half term we would start outdoor sports, athletics, cross country runs, swimming and tennis. As Lizzy and I talked about it I told her that I was looking forward to the change. “You’re not planning on skinny dipping for the school lessons are you?” “No, I’ve got 2 new bikinis, they’re from an Australian company and are quite small.” “Now there’s a surprise.” Lizzy said, “Do they go see-through when they’re wet?” “I don’t know, I haven’t worn them yet but they’re white and very thin.” “So they will be see-through.” “I hope so.” “And you like the jumping sports don’t you Simone?” “Yes.” “So you’ll end up on your back quite a bit and if your new PE skirt is like you say you’ll be flashing your pussy quite a lot, and if you get winded you’ll stay on your back for a while won’t you?” “Thanks for thinking of that Lizzy.” “And if you do tennis you can copy that famous picture of a girl wearing a tennis skirt and no knickers with her hand up the back of the dress exposing half of her bare butt.” “Oh yes, I remember that, yes, I can do that.” Then the bell rang. Two minutes later I was walking up the stairs to the Science room having passed a couple of boys who looked like they were waiting for me to go up in front of them. We all donned the white coats and waited for us to be partnered up. This time Mr. Harvey partnered me with Danny, another nerd like boy. “Education time for Danny.” I though as I went to join Danny at our allocated table. Danny had planned to use the stool near the centre of the room but I told him that I needed that one. What followed was just about a copy of the last time that I was in that room and I left knowing that Mr. Harvey had had another good look at my pussy and Danny’s knowledge of girl anatomy had improved. PE was good too. The girl who’d had a go at me the last time just ignore me, which was fine by me and I got a couple of favorable comments about my new PE skirt. The teacher was being as lazy as ever, leaving is to get on with exercising on our own. Because of my shorter, lighter skirt my butt and pussy were exposed more often, a fact that was soon noticed by the boys who were all just stood around when it was my turn to go. Unsurprisingly, I took my time when walking on my hands and I kept think about what Mike had done to me on the bus on the way to school. About 15 minutes before the end when the teacher came in and told us that the lesson was ending early and that every one could leave. We all started to leave but as I got near to him he said, “Not you Simone, I need to talk to you.” My heart started pounding and I started getting a little worried. “Don’t worry Simone,” Mr. Green said, “Nothing to worry about, it’s just that I’ve heard that you might be interested in a try-out for a new cheerleading squad that’s starting up and I could put your name forward if you like?” “I, I don’t know what to say Mr. Green.” I truly didn’t know what to say, “where the hell had he got that idea from, and why me?” I thought. “Of course you’d need to be quite flexible and fit and I haven’t seen you exercising lately. Perhaps you could just do another circuit so that I can see just how fit you are.” Everything fell into place. The perv just wanted to see my pussy. He’d missed the chance during lessons and he wanted his own private showing. “I, I don’t know what to say. I need to catch a school bus and it will go without me if I’m not there on time.” “That’s okay Simone, this won’t take long, I’m sure that you’ll be in the car park before it leaves.” “Well okay then, but can we make this quick?” “Good, all I need you to do is a circuit just like you have been doing but this time I’ll be videoing you.” “Oh, I guess that that will be okay.” I said, but was thinking that I had the ideal opportunity to let him have a long look at my pussy and give him a lot of wanking material. I went to the start, turned to look at Mr. Green and asked him if he was going to time me. I saw him get his phone out and point it towards me so I assumed that he had started videoing me. I set off doing every thing that everyone had done before. I knew that my lightweight skirt was going up to my waist at times so I decided to get the hem of it ‘accidentally’ caught in the waist band and pretend that I didn’t know. As I was getting up from a somersault I managed to tuck the hem under the waistband and carried on. When I did the hollow body hold I made sure that me feet were towards Mr. Green and instead of keeping my feet together I spread them quite wide. I wasn’t looking his way but in my peripheral vision I saw his phone videoing me and the movements of his fingers told me that he was zooming in on my spread pussy. Ignoring him I held the position for the required count of 20, 10 times, all the time me ignoring Mr. Green and his phone. The muscles of my stomach were aching but at the same time my pussy was getting quite wet. Finally that was over and I moved on. When I got to the final exercise I had to walk on my hands for 5 metres. Before I had done that with my legs together but this time I decided to spread my legs wide, like in the splits. If questioned about it I would just say that it was for balance. Normally I do that walk quite quickly but this time I took my time letting Mr. Green get a long video of my pussy between my spread legs. When I got to my feet I said, “Is that it, I really have to go now or I’ll miss my bus.” “Okay Simone, I got all that, I’ll show the video to the cheerleader’s coach and let you know, off you go.” As I was stood there I noticed that the hem of my skirt was still tucked under the waist band, I ignored it, turned and ran to the changing room. It was deserted so I picked up my clothes and ran out through the school to the car park. It was only when I stopped in front of Mike and he pointed to my skirt that I remembered where the hem was. I giggled and un-tucked it. On the bus I told Mike about everything that had happened that day, Mike smiling and telling me to be careful. As we walked from the bus I remembered that I had my PE skirt on. That didn’t bother me but when I saw both daddy’s and mummy’s cars in the drive I wondered if either of them would say anything. They didn’t. During the rest of the week nothing different happened so nothing new to tell you. That took us to the start of the school half term holiday and that was week that I’ll remember for the rest of my life, but that’s a story for another time.

Trophy Girlfriend by Vanessa Evans Part 1 Cora is gorgeous, everyone but her says so. Twenty one years old, slim, 154cm tall, 34A 24 33 figure, cute little bubble butt, shoulder length blonde hair and an angelic face that is so beautiful that she has had a few offers of modelling jobs for cosmetics companies. But Cora has never been interested modelling, all that she has ever wanted was a cute guy for a boyfriend who she could love, worship and one day have a baby with. Cora met Caleb one night at a party and she was really happy when he asked her to go on a date with him. Even though he was nearly 10 years older than her their romance blossomed and five months later she moved into his house with him. Early in their relationship Cora discovered that Caleb preferred her to wear skirts all the time, and the shorter the better. Whenever she wore miniskirts or microskirts their love making was much more intense after they got to somewhere private where they could ravish each other’s bodies. Cora quickly picked up on this and soon only wore very short skirts and dresses for their dates, especially as he would help her choose the clothes that he bought for her. She soon realised that she no longer had any trousers or shorts in her wardrobe but that didn’t worry her, her man was happy so she was happy. Cora was also happy that at her office job there was no dress code and the girls there often wore miniskirts so miniskirts at work was not a problem although she sometimes got the odd comment about her pokey nipples because the blouses that she started buying were made of thinner material and she often didn’t bother with a bra, especially if she was meeting Caleb.. By the time Cora moved into Caleb’s house on the outskirts of a city suburb she had also discovered that Caleb preferred her to not wear underwear as well. The not wearing a bra anytime wasn’t much of a loss to her as she had never liked them and didn’t need one because her ‘A’ cup breasts didn’t need any support. The not wearing knickers was a bit more of a challenge for her. With her wearing such short skirts being knickerless worried her as she didn’t want to risk inadvertently flashing her shaved pussy, but she’d caught her cute man and she wanted to keep him so she went along with his wishes. Cora soon discovered that being knickerless wasn’t such a big deal. She knew that she must have had accidents and people had seen her shaved pussy but her world hadn’t come to an end. In fact Caleb’s desire to ravish her body had increased so she decided that going commando was well worth the possible embarrassment if she saw someone looking at her bare pussy. Early on in their relationship Cora had realised that Caleb was basically a very independent person who didn’t include her in some decision making that she would have liked to be involved in but he always made light of any comments that she made, telling her that she’d be happy with things the way that they were, and she was. Both of them had their nights out with their mates, although Cora only went out with her mates once per week, Caleb was out with his mates 2 or 3 nights a week, albeit some of those night were at the gym toning his 6-pack body, the body that Cora liked so much. Caleb tried to get Cora to go to the gym with him but she wasn’t very keen so he didn’t push it. He decided to keep that idea until he thought that she was either starting to lose her gorgeous figure or her resistance wained. One time when Cora was out with some of her friends one of them told her that Caleb treated her like some sort of trophy girlfriend, just there for him to show her off. This hurt Cora but the more she thought about it the more she realised that it was probably true. Although Caleb often told Cora that he loved her she had this nagging feeling that her friend was right, there was something that she couldn’t put her finger on that was missing from what she had always thought a normal relationship would be like. Having said all the above, Cora was happy with her life with Caleb, especially when he took her to places where he would take every opportunity to introduce her to all sorts of people. She was happy when he told her that he was showing everyone what a beautiful girlfriend he had and made light of any accidental exposure of her tits or pussy that happened when they were in such company due to Caleb wanting Cora to wear next to nothing and revealing dresses with no underwear. When they were alone at home Caleb soon had Cora wearing nothing at all, even when she had to go out into the back garden. This worried Cora at first but Caleb soon convinced her that their neighbours weren’t at home very often and had no reason to look out of their back bedroom windows during the day. On sunny days when Cora wasn’t working Caleb often phoned Cora from his work and ‘suggested’ that she sunbathe naked, telling her that an all-over tan made her look even more beautiful. The house that they live in is fitted with surveillance cameras and when he was out Caleb often monitored what Cora was doing at home and if she was still wearing a clothes he would phone her and remind her that she was supposed to be naked. During some of those phone calls Cora could hear other men talking and she wondered if Caleb was showing the live feeds from the security system to the men around him. Cora asked him about this one time and Caleb just replied, “Cora, you have a beautiful body that you should be proud of and not be ashamed to let it be seen by anyone.” Cora didn’t press her query any further but she assumed that her suspicions were correct. She wasn’t too happy about it but she wasn’t about to put their relationship at risk. Caleb’s ‘boys’ nights out with his close group of male friends weren’t always to pubs or clubs, sometimes they were to one of the guy’s houses for cards nights or to watch many of the big games on the TV. Caleb had told Cora about these nights soon after their relationship started and it didn’t bother her, just so long as he kept taking her out and he was happy for her to go out with her friends whenever he was going out with his friends. The first time that Cora got concerned about these ‘boys’ nights was about a month after she had moved in with Caleb. His mates were coming round that Friday evening and none of her mates were available for her to go out with. “That’s okay honey,” Caleb said when she gave him her bad news, “you can stay here and be our hostess for the evening, keeping us topped up with beer and snacks. Some of the other guy’s girls often act as hostess’ for us, they enjoy their man showing them off to his mates.” “Okay, but I hope that you aren’t expecting me to me your naked hostess, that you’ll be happy for me to wear at least a dress.” “Of course honey. You can wear as much or as little as you want, but it would be nice if you were to let them see that gorgeous all-over tan that is coming along nicely.” Cora just knew that in spite of what he had said, he was expecting her to be their naked hostess. When the big night arrived Cora put on a dress just before Caleb’s mates were due to arrive but the look that Caleb gave her made her very aware that he wasn’t happy so she reluctantly took it off, telling him that she was just trying it on to see if it still fit her. She then stood at Caleb’s side, totally naked and with a red face when his 3 friends arrived. She was embarrassed, this was very different to the accidental exposures to strangers that she had previously experienced. Cora was a little surprised when none of the guys seemed surprised that she was naked, in fact one of them said that she looked better than his girlfriend and another accused Caleb of lying, adding that Cora had an amazing body. By then Cora was again wondering if she wasn’t the only naked girlfriend to act as a hostess for the ‘boys’ nights. After the introductions Caleb asked Cora to get drinks for the guys and it was only after she’d put a couple of beer bottles down on the coffee table that she realised that the guys behind her were able to see her pussy between her butt cheeks as she bent over. When she bent over in front of Caleb he ran a finger along her slit causing her to jump and nearly drop the bottle that she had in her hand. “Caleb, don’t do that, you’re embarrassing me.” Cora said when she stood up straight. “Relax honey,” Caleb replied, “No one is going to rape you, we’re all good friends here.” That reply worried Cora a little and she had a quick flash of an image in her mind of the guys there gang-banging her. She shook her head to get rid of the image, thinking that Caleb would never let anything like that happen to her. The big game on the TV soon started and Cora was ignored for a lot of the time apart from when the guys wanted more beer or snacks. In fact it got to the stage that Cora was bored and actually wanting some attention from the guys. A couple of times she went and stood in between the TV and the guys and asked them if they needed more beer. Cora soon realised that she wasn’t a priority to all of the guys right then, even though she was totally naked in front of them. Although Cora had been embarrassed when the guys had arrived, she had also been a bit aroused. She couldn’t understand how her pussy had been wet and tingling as Caleb had introduced the guys to her. It wasn’t long before the embarrassment diminished, even disappearing, and the arousal increased. One time when she was stood behind the guys, their concentration on the TV being 100 percent, Cora realised that the fingers on her right hand were actually absent-mindedly toying with her slit and clit. Cora quickly moved her hand away from her pussy wondering what the hell was wrong with her. The match finally came to an end and the guys got more serious about their drinking and their interest in Cora increased. She quickly noticed this and she was surprised that she didn’t get embarrassed, quite the reverse, she was liking the attention that she was getting. Caleb called her over and told her to sit on his knee, which she did, facing the others and careful to keep her knees together. Cora’s sitting there went on for about 30 minutes, only broken by a trip to the kitchen to get some more beers. When she got back to Caleb Cora didn’t realise that when she sat on his knee, she was a bit relaxed and didn’t clamp her knees together. It was only after Caleb put a hand on her knee and then started stroking her inner thigh that she realised that she had subconsciously set herself up for him to do that. What’s more, Cora was enjoying what Caleb was doing to her. The conversations went on, even including Cora when the subject wasn’t football, and before long Cora realised that the side of Caleb’s hand was actually rubbing up and down her slit and she was opening her legs to allow him better access. “Stop that Caleb,” Cora whispered, “one of them might see.” “That’s okay Cora, they won’t mind. It’s not like they haven’t seen one of us doing it before.” Cora was confused, but she didn’t close her knees. She wondered if the other guys there had groped their naked girlfriends when the guys were watching them. Was it something that happened often? Caleb continued, in fact his fingers rubbed her clit and penetrated her vagina causing her to get really embarrassed. The last thing that she wanted was to have an orgasm with Caleb’s friends watching. Just as Cora was about to cum Caleb stopped, removed his hand and said, “Okay guys, it’s time for the games to start. Cora, can you go and find something that we can use as a blindfold?” Cora was now confused as well as still being both highly aroused and embarrassed but she got up and did as requested. Caleb was stood when Cora returned and even more confused when Caleb started putting the blindfold on her. “At least I don’t have to see the faces of the 3 guys.” Cora thought, along with, “What the hell’s going on here?” “Okay guys, you know how to play this game, Cora darling, I’m going to lay you flat on your back on the coffee table. Just relax and go with the flow. No one is going to hurt you, in fact you will find it a very enjoyable experience.” Cora just couldn’t be any more confused but she went along with his instructions even though she would be naked on her back in front of Caleb’s mates. “Make yourself comfortable Cora. Now just relax, I promise you that it will be very enjoyable.” Cora just lay there with her legs closed. She was still aroused from Caleb’s previous administrations but that arousal was sort of in limbo. She both had and hadn’t wanted Caleb to make her cum but he’d stopped at the last second, denying her of the orgasm that she’d both wanted and dreaded. Cora gasped and a hand rested on her stomach. “Now Cora,” Caleb said, “this hand is going to explore your body. When I ask you, I want you to tell me who’s hand it is.” Everything was sort of okay until Caleb said that last little bit. She’d assumed that it was Caleb’s hand and that he was just going to caress her body and, at worst, continue what he had started earlier and give her the release that her body, not her brain, wanted. She had resigned herself to having an orgasm from Caleb’s fingers but at that time at least her pussy was partially hidden because she was sat on his knee. But now she was starting to panic a little bit. She almost prayed that Caleb was just messing around with her head, that it was his hand and not anyone else’s. Caleb wouldn’t willingly let any other man put his hands on her naked body, would he? The hand caressed around her stomach in circles. Cora was tense because of the fear that it wasn’t Caleb’s hand. Slowly that tension decreased as the hand gently moved around. She gasped a little as the hand slowly went over her bald pubes but didn’t touch her slit or clit. The circles went up a little then slowly got bigger until the hand touched the bottom of her tits. By that time all the tension had gone out of Cora and she was starting to enjoy the feelings. It was a bit like having a massage at the spa that she and her friends had gone to about a year ago, but this hand belonged to a man. The circles got bigger, taking in her whole breasts and the front of her slit. She’d gasped when the hand slowly moved over her nipples and again when it rubbed over her clit. All Cora wanted by then was for that hand, that she really did hope that it belonged to Caleb, to move down and rub just little circles around her clit. She became oblivious to her surroundings, imagining that it WAS Caleb’s hand and that they were the only ones in the room. What Cora hadn’t realised was that her legs had involuntarily opened wide to give the hand better access to her pussy, but the hand was teasing her by rubbing over her clit then up and over her nipples then back down to her clit. Again and again the hand did the big circle teasing her until she just wanted the hand to finish her off. Finally, the fingers of the hand invaded her vagina, the thumb rubbing her clit, and the orgasm that had slowly built up inside her right from the front door opening and her meeting Caleb’s mates, exploded out of her. She screamed. “YES, YES,” as she totally lost control of her body, it shaking and jerking. The waves of pleasure started to subside and embarrassment started to take over. “Oh my gawd,” Cora thought, “what must these guys think of me, it’s a good job that I’ve got this blindfold on because I never want to see any of them again.” Then after a couple of seconds her thought added. “I really do hope that that hand was Caleb’s.” There was another few seconds silence then Caleb asked, “So Cora, who do you think that the hand belonged to?” “You of course Caleb.” “Wrong, no Cora, it wasn’t my hand.” Poor Cora was mortified. Someone else’s hand had just made her cum in front of the love of her life, not to mention his mates. Cora’s face had more heat in it that even her pussy at that moment. “No Caleb, stop messing with me, that was your hand.” “No it wasn’t Cora.” “Seriously, that wasn’t you hand Caleb?” Cora was in denial. She knew that Caleb wouldn’t lie to her but she just didn’t want to believe it. “Come on Cora, have a guess.” Cora was stunned. How could Caleb let one of his mates do that to her? But she knew that she would have to say a name. Was it Harry or George or Jack? Cora hadn’t a clue but she had to give a name. “George.” Cora quietly replied. “Wrong.” Caleb replied. Then without even a slight pause, “I guess that we’ll have to start again and see if you get it right this time Cora.” “WHAT!? Caleb no, you can’t be serious, please don’t do this to me.” “Cora darling, don’t try to tell me that you didn’t enjoy that, that was one of the most intense orgasm that I have ever seen you have.” Cora was again mortified. This couldn’t be happening to her, but at the same time it was a good orgasm, one of the best she had ever had. She lay there wondering how, or even if she wanted to stop what was happening to her. Before she could come to a conclusion she felt another hand of her bare stomach. Cora gasped again and suddenly all thoughts of stopping what was happening to her disappeared. This second hand wasn’t as either gentle, or patient, but Cora was still on a bit of a high from her first mystery hand induced orgasm and as the hand went down to her pussy Cora realised that her legs were still wide apart. Or had she closed them after the orgasm and then opened them again for this second hand. Cora just didn’t know and she rapidly wasn’t caring. Her second orgasm wasn’t as intense but never-the-less, was good, in spite of the circumstances. As it subsided Cora again heard Caleb ask her who the hand belonged to, but this time Cora was both hoping that she got it right and hoping that she got it wrong. As she waited for Caleb to tell her she again wondered what was wrong with her, she was half hoping that another of the guys would do the same to her. Cora always knew that she liked long sex sessions and liked it when Caleb made her cum multiple times during their love making, but this was different and she was starting to realise that she was enjoying it. She wanted to kill Caleb for doing this to her but at the same time she wanted it to continue and culminate in Caleb fucking her brains out. “Harry.” Cora finally answered, but this time she was hoping that she was wrong. “Wrong.” Caleb replied, “oh well, I guess that we’ll have to have another go.” Cora didn’t get the chance to decide if she wanted it or not because another hand was immediately on her bare stomach. This third hand wasn’t much for the preliminaries and after tweaking her nipples a couple of times it went to her clit. The hand’s owner obviously liked playing with clits because it concentrated on that part of her anatomy and again it didn’t take long for Cora to feel that wonderful feeling of an orgasm building and then arriving. This time though, as soon as Cora’s orgasm hit her, the hand’s fingers started finger-fucking her. Rapid thrusts and withdrawals kept the orgasm going on and on. Cora was sweating long before the fingers finally stopped and withdrew leaving Cara to slowly come down from her elongated high. Totally exhausted, Cora finally said, “Jack.” “Wrong my darling.” Caleb replied. Then added, “Would you like a rest before we go on to the round 2 of the game?” Cora knew that she should have exploded at Caleb for putting her in this position but all she could manage was a quiet, “Yes please.” Caleb pulled Cora up into a sitting position, Cora not even thinking about closing her legs. When Caleb took the blindfold off Cora she opened her eyes and saw the 3 guys sitting on the sofa at her feet. All 6 eyes were glued to her still pulsating, spread pussy. Cora should have closed her legs but she didn’t, she just didn’t care. Also, she was sort of liked them looking at her pussy. Caleb returned with a glass of water which Cora downed quite quickly then asked for a vodka which too disappeared quite quickly. “Ready for round 2 Cora?” Caleb asked. “What’s round 2?” Cora asked but didn’t get an answer. Instead she felt the blindfold going back on then Caleb’s hands gently pressing her back into the laying position, Cora not even thinking about her still spread legs. “Same as before darling, let it happen then guess who.” Cora couldn’t decide if it was going to be more of the same, or if they were actually going to fuck her. She knew that she should object but she was still enjoying the afterglow of the first round so she just lay there waiting, half expecting to feel a cock pressing into her vagina. Cora felt hands spread her legs even wider and she braced herself for the impending cock to enter her. However, she got a bit of a shock when instead of feeling denim or hairy thighs on the insides of her thighs, she felt face stubble right at the top close to her pussy. “Oh fuck.” Cora said as a tongue slid up one side of her vulva. “Oh my gawd.” Were Cora’s next words, then “Oh, oh, oh.” As the tongue flicked her clit. Cora quickly established that the guy who’s head was between her legs liked to eat pussy and was good at it, as good as Caleb. Could it be Caleb? Cora tried to look for, sorry, feel the things that Caleb did to her but her brain just wasn’t working properly. As the tongue went in and out of her vaginal entrance, licked up and down her slit and flicked, chewed and sucked her clit, Cora just couldn’t think straight, all her brain could do was concentrate on the orgasm that was about to explode inside her. And explode it did. Her hips went up off the table then her whole body started jerking. It was a good job that whoever the tongue belonged to was holding onto her thighs other wise she would have ended up on the floor. Finally the waves receded leaving Cora with just gentle, little waves of after-shock to jolt her body more times. “Who was that Cora?” Caleb asked. “Well if that wasn’t you Caleb, you have some serious competition.” Cora heard all 4 guys laugh a little then Caleb asked, “So was that me who just made you cum Cora or one of the others?” “Yes Caleb, it must have been you.” “Wrong.” Caleb replied, “I guess we’ll just have to have another go. You’re not very good at this guessing game are you Cora?” Cora was confused, was there really some one else who was as good as Caleb at eating pussy? There must be, and Cora was looking forward to it being Caleb’s turn. But then she realised that only 3 hands had made her cum but there were 4 guys there. Who had missed out on the hand job and was that the mouth of the fourth guy? Was Caleb telling a lie and that was him who had just eaten her pussy? Well Cora didn’t get the chance to think about the answers to her unspoken questions, she felt more face stubble on the inside of her thighs and just knew that her pussy was about to be eaten again. This time the tongue wasn’t as capable as the first one, good, but not as good. Even though she had just been brought to an awesome orgasm only minutes ago, she knew that this guy was going to take longer for her to reach her climax. But reach it she did, again loudly announcing that she was about to, and then actually cumming. There was no way that it was Caleb that had just made her cum, the tongue just wasn’t as effective as Caleb’s is so when Caleb asked her who’s tongue it was she replied, “Harry.” “Wrong.” Caleb replied. “Cora honey, you’ve guessed wrong every time so far, I’m starting to think that maybe you are enjoying the game so much that you are deliberately guessing wrong so that you can have another go.” “No, no, I’m trying but I just can’t tell with this bloody blindfold on.” “Well Cora, you have one more chance to get it right. We are only going to play the first 2 rounds tonight because this is your first time playing this game. The next time that you play it will be 3 rounds. Now darling, keep those legs spread as wide as you can and brace yourself for your last chance to win.” Cora was now more confused than before. She had been masturbated by 3 hands but there were 4 guys there. A third guy was starting to eat her pussy and he was to be the last. Why not all 4? A third round of the game? What would that be? Caleb couldn’t possibly let his mates actually fuck her, and in front of the others, could he? If the third round wasn’t actual fucking then what the hell was it? And what was the prize for guessing correctly? If fucking was round 3 the prize couldn’t be the lucky guy fucking her. Poor Cora was very confused, but she couldn’t concentrate on working out the answers because the tongue on her pussy was making good progress at making her cum. Her body was more than willing to cum again but her brain was confused. This sort of thing wasn’t supposed to be happening, not to her, a respectable girl with a respectable boyfriend, but here she was with a third tongue of the evening about to make her cum. Soon the pleasure that the tongue was giving her pussy made it impossible for her to think about the situation and her brain gave way to the pleasure in her pussy and shortly afterwards she reached her sixth climax of the evening. Even after Cora and Caleb’s torrid sex marathons 6 was a lot during one session and as the waves of pleasure receded Cora realised that she was drained. She just lay there, her legs still far apart. Caleb recognised Cora’s state and let her have a couple of minutes rest before asking her which of the guys had just made her cum. “Peter.” Cora replied. “Who the fuck is Peter?” Caleb asked. “What? Err no, I don’t know any Peters, George.” “Wrong.” Caleb replied. “Well Cora, since you look totally knackered we’d better call it a night. Maybe we’ll have a round 3 the next time, and maybe you’ll guess 1 right name. Come on guys, your taxi will be waiting for you. Say goodnight Cora.” “Goodnight Cora.” All 3 guys said as the got up to leave. As they walked passed Cora the first 2 to pass her reached down and tweaked one of her nipples as they gave her a few words of praise for being such a good sport. The third guy ran a finger along her spread slit causing her to moan as he triggered a little mini orgasm in her. Cora thought she heard him say, “I’m looking forward to fucking that.” A few minutes later Caleb retuned to Cora, took the blindfold off her and asked her if she was okay. “I don’t know, I’m confused but all I want to do right now is sleep, can you carry me up to bed please?” Caleb did carry her up but it was a good 30 minutes before Cora got to sleep because Caleb wanted to fuck her. In spite of her lack of energy, Cora had had 6 orgasms but not one cock inside her, and she wanted one. Cora was too tired to participate as much as she usually did but Caleb did his best to make it a memorable fuck and he did managed to make her cum one final time before she fell asleep with Caleb’s cock still inside her. ***** SATURDAY Cora woke with her brain working overtime. She still had a lot of unanswered questions and thoughts about the previous evening. Although she had really enjoyed cumming so many times it was all wrong, it should never have happened, but it had and she couldn’t deny enjoying it. Then the specific questions came flooding back. “Had one of the hands or mouths been Caleb’s?” “Would round 3 have been actual fucking her?” “What would have been her prize for guessing a name correctly?” “Did she want it to happen again?” “Was Caleb going to make her play the game again?” “Was Caleb going to let his mates fuck her?” “Did she want Caleb’s mates to fuck her?” “Why hadn’t Caleb taken his turn making her cum?” “Was she really thinking that she’d enjoyed the experience?” Before Cora could think of any more questions she felt a hand move to over her chest and started playing with her tits as Caleb said, “Morning gorgeous, how are you feeling?” “Confused Caleb. Last night did I guess any of the names correctly, or were you just saying that I got it wrong just so that someone else could make me cum?” The truth was that Cora was never going to be told that she had guessed correctly even if she had, none of the girlfriends had ever been told that they’d guessed correctly, the guys just wanted to have their fun with the girls, making them cum multiple times each night. “Well my darling, that is something that you will never know. You know that I love you don’t you?” “Yes Caleb, and I love you too but why did you make me play that game? It was so wrong, other couples don’t do things like that.” “How do you know that other couples don’t play games like that, just because people don’t talk about it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t happen.” “Fair point.” “But you did enjoy it didn’t you Cora?” “No, well yes, but your friends all made me cum.” “Would you rather that it was strangers Cora?” “No, I don’t know, maybe it would be better if it was strangers because I would never have to see them again. I don’t know if I can face your mates again, they must be thinking that I’m some sort of slut.” “I can guarantee that they are not thinking that, they all believe that you are a normal, healthy, beautiful girl who likes to have some uninhibited fun and they all believe that there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.” “So do you and your mates do the same to their girlfriends?” “Of course, we only date girls who like to enjoy life. I knew that you love things like that during our first fuck, down that alleyway and you didn’t try to cover yourself when those drunks walked by.” “Yes, I will always remember our first fuck, you stripped me naked and those guys stared at me with my little tits wobbling with each of your thrusts.” “The fact that you didn’t freak out told me a lot about you Cora.” “Are you sure that I wasn’t just too drunk to realise that they were there.” “Oh you realised Cora, you came almost as soon as you saw them.” “Last night.” Cora started to say but Caleb interrupted, “I organised that for you because I knew that you would love it, and don’t you dare deny it. As for my mates girlfriends, I’m not going to answer that, let’s just say that they are happy. When you meet them you can ask them.” Cora couldn’t deny that she’d enjoyed the evening and assumed that the other 3 guy’s girlfriends did the same for them. “So how many times did YOU make me cum yesterday Caleb?” Cora asked trying to find out more information. “Twice.” Caleb replied as his hand moved down from her right nipple to her pussy, Cora automatically spreading her legs to give him access. Cora was a bit relieved that 2 of her orgasms were induced by her boyfriend, until Caleb continued, “Once before we got up in the morning and then again when I carried you to bed.” “Well at least I now know that it was the 3 mates that had brought her off twice each.” Cora thought. “Those 3 guys went home with a case of blue balls but their girlfriends would take care of that for them.” Cora smiled at that comment and was starting to feel more happy with everything that had happened, even if she didn’t have answers to all her questions. Or maybe it was because Caleb’s fingers were raising her arousal level at that moment. Cora rolled on top of Caleb and pulled her knees up beside Caleb’s waist. “Like this or reverse?” Cora asked. “Reverse.” Caleb replied. Cora got up, turned around then went down on her knees either side of his and impaled herself on his cock. As she went up and down Cora leant back and Caleb grabbed her tits. It was a long, slow fuck but very satisfying for both of them. Once they had both cum Cora lay back with her back on Caleb’s chest. Waiting for his cock to go soft and slip out of her Cora asked what was planned for the day. “We’re going to town to buy you a new dress.” “Any special reason or do you just want to make me happy, not that I’m not happy, I love every second that I’m with you.” “Next weekend I’m taking you to a Summer Ball and I want you to be dressed in a way that everyone can see that I have a girlfriend with an amazing body.” “You’re not planning to get me naked at a Summer Ball with hundreds of people there are you Caleb?” “As much as I would like to, no, I just want you in the perfect dress. I have in mind what I want and we are going to look for it.” “It sounds like you should just get some latex paint and cover me from neck to ankles.” “No Cora, that’s for your Halloween outfit.” “You’re going to take me to Halloween party wearing just paint!? Oh my gawd Caleb, what have I got myself into?” “No Cora, not just paint, I’m going to get you a butt plug with a tail and you’ll be going as Cat Woman.” “Oh, that makes it a lot less embarrassing.” Cora replied sarcastically. “Everyone will be able to see my clit.” “Yes, and it will be sticking out quite proudly because I’ll keep giving it a flick. I might even forget to paint your pussy so that it is easily noticeable.” “Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me Caleb?” “No, just show your amazing body to everyone, let them know that I am proud of you, and you should be proud of your body Cora, it’s totally amazing.” “I am proud of it and it’s all yours Caleb, are you ready for another fuck?” “Not now Cora, we need to get into town, the dress I want for you might be difficult to find.” “Well if we can’t find it and you tell me what it’s like I might be able to make it.” “It is quite basic, but we’ll see what we can find.” Suspecting that she would be getting dressed and undressed quite often, Cora wore just a strapless summer dress that is only held up by the elasticated top. It took 3 shops before they found even one dress that was vaguely like what Caleb imagined but it gave Cora an idea of what Caleb was looking for and Cora was a little concerned. If her suspicions were right she would be accidentally flashing her tits and pussy quite a lot. However, Cora didn’t want to disappoint her boyfriend so they kept looking and it took 4 more shops before they found a dress almost like Caleb wanted. It may have taken 7 shops and Cora getting naked in each of those shops but Caleb was just about happy. However, Cora wasn’t too happy, her suspicions were confirmed, especially when Caleb told her what ‘minor’ modifications he wanted her to make to the dress. She just hoped that she wouldn’t have to move around much at the Summer Ball. ***** The following day Cora set about making the modifications that Caleb wanted then put the dress on and called for Caleb. When he got to her Cora said, “Seriously Caleb, you want me to wear this to a Summer Ball? Look at it, it’s sleeveless, the split in the middle of the skirt part at the front comes right up to my pubic bone, it’s open sided from the floor right up to my armpits and the ‘V’ necks go right down to my belly button at the front and down to the crack of my butt at the back. My tits are covered by material that is less than 10 cm wide where my nipples are and the material is so thin that it hugs my nipples, when it’s actually covering them. It’s a good job that it’s black, at least it isn’t see-through but all it will take for the top to fall to my waist is a gentle push of the shoulder straps. It’s a good job that it has this white rope round my waist that will at least keep it in place when I’m just standing.” “Stand still Cora.” Caleb ordered. She did. “See, your tits and pussy are covered, what’s the problem?” Keeping her lower half motionless, Cora turned her upper torso to the right, then to the left, then back straight ahead. “See.” Cora said looking down at her chest, “both my tits are out.” Before Caleb could answer Cora walked to the other side of the room and back. As she walked Caleb could see her pussy as the sides of the skirt parted and floated behind her. Standing in front of Caleb Cora said, “And you want me to wear this in public, I’ll get arrested.” “No you won’t Cora, it’s perfect, just what I wanted. You did a great job with the modifications.” “But everyone there will see my tits and pussy.” “Possibly, but that will be by accidents, you won’t be deliberately flashing them.” “Even so.” “Cora, I can guarantee that no one there will complain, well maybe a few older women who will be jealous of your amazing body, but they aren’t worth listening to. As for the men there, every one of them will be super jealous of me, they’ll love staring at you, and me seeing them long to get their hands on you will make me super horny.” “But.” “But nothing, it’s perfect, you’re perfect Cora.” Caleb moved closer to Cora, put his hands on her shoulders and pushed the material on her shoulders out causing the dress to drop to her waist, then he pulled on the ends of the cotton rope and the whole dress dropped to the floor. Caleb kissed her and carried her to the bed where they made long, passionate love. ***** The following Friday evening Caleb was out with his mates and Cora was out with some of hers. Cora wondered if Caleb and his friends were out drinking or at one of their houses playing the same game that they’d played at Caleb’s house, and if they were playing round 3, and if Caleb was fucking one of his mates girlfriend. After the girls had been drinking for a while one of them asked Cora if she was okay, telling her that she looked pre-occupied. For the next 10 minutes Cora told all of them everything that had happened the previous Friday evening. All but one of them were jealous and wished that it had been them. The one that didn’t say she was jealous, Wendy, told Cora that what was happening to her was candaulism, that Caleb was just using her for his own gratification, getting off by strangers seeing her naked. She continued say that it wasn’t normal for a man to want to display his girlfriend naked and let other men have sexual relations with her. Wendy was immediately verbally attacked by the other girls who rallied to Cora’s defence, two of them telling Wendy that she shouldn’t knock it until she’d tried it and that they’d happily swap places with Cora. Then Cora told them about the dress that she would be wearing to the Summer Ball the following night. Wendy again had her say, “That’s disgusting, I told you that it was candaulism, you should wear a proper dress, one that covers you properly, and you should wear proper underwear. It just proves my previous point that he is using you for his, and other men’s, pleasure.” Again, Wendy was verbally attacked by the other girls and by the time they had finished with her, and Cora had got more jealousy comments, Cora was a lot happier. So what if Caleb was showing her off for his pleasure? It made him happy and therefore her happy, besides Cora was starting to like other men seeing her naked, playing with her body and making her cum. And on top of all that, most of her friends were a bit jealous of her, they too sounded like they would like their boyfriends to show their naked bodies. Cora was starting to think that the games that Caleb and his mates played with their girlfriends wasn’t as abnormal as she had first thought, maybe there were thousands of couples around the country doing the same thing but managing to keep quiet about it. When Caleb arrived home Cora was already asleep in bed, but not for long. Cora woke to the feeling of Caleb’s cock penetrating her vagina. “Hmm, that’s nice.” Cora said when she was wide awake. What followed was another passionate love making session which took what was on Cora’s mind right out of her head. *****

The Prisoner Exhibition by MelanieK© The Prisoner Exhibition Model 01 When Melissa reached home, she ran in through the door in great excitement. "Sabine! Sabine! I've just been to the Trio Gallery and they want me to put on another exhibition of my paintings." Sabine jumped up and threw both arms around her friend's neck. "Oh, darling, that's absolutely great. I'm so pleased for you." "And that's not all; they're giving me all three rooms. What an opportunity!" The Trio Gallery was right in the centre of town. It was a circular building divided into four rooms. The entrance room was one segment and acted as the foyer with a receptionist and a large selection of artist's materials and prints on sale. Two pillars, five feet high, framed a taller door set behind them which led into the three gallery rooms. Sabine seemed to catch Melissa's excitement and busied herself making coffees. "Sit down. I'll make us a drink and you can tell me all about it." "I've only had one room before, with two other artists' work in the other rooms," Melissa said. "But they told me they want a change from the usual landscapes and still life paintings. They want this to be a figurative life exhibition." Sabine frowned. "What's that exactly?" she asked. "It's paintings with human figures as the main elements." "That's great darling. You specialise in life drawing. I'm sure you'll be a great success." "I've been thinking about it all the way home," Melissa said. "Three galleries mean three sections which will mean three themes." Sabine handed her a coffee as she sat down on the other side of the table. "What will they be?" Melissa stirred her coffee absentmindedly as her large shining eyes gazed in front of her. "I've decided to call it ‘The Prisoner'." Sabine looked non-plussed. "You mean you are going to paint people in prison?" "No! Of course not. I want to be a bit more imaginative than that! The first section will be about prisoners in the ancient world - the Grecian wars and so on. They'll be wearing rough cloaks and wearing drama masks. I want the paintings to be erotic too, so some will be half naked in chains." She dramatically drew a hand across in front of her as she imagined the paintings hanging on the wall. "Ooooh! That sounds exciting," said Sabine. "What will you do in the second gallery?" "Mmmmmm. There, I'll increase the eroticism. The prisoner will wear just undies, rags or perhaps a bikini - some topless." Sabine rested her elbows on the table with her chin in her hands as she gazed admiringly at her house mate pouring out her ideas. "Then in the third gallery all the prisoners will be nude, tied and chained and so on; some in a dungeon scene." Sabine gave an approving sigh of approval as she smiled at her great friend. "Oh, Melissa, this sounds so exciting." Her smile slowly faded as Melissa suddenly fixed her with a deliberate stare. Sabine had seen that stare many times before. It generally meant that Melissa was about to ask her to do something she didn't want to do. "There's just one thing Sabine." "There. . . there is?" "Yes, I'll need a model to help me. I want a real live model and also lots of photographs to work from." "You. . . you will?" Melissa stretched out her hand and placed it in top of Sabine's on the table. "I want you to be my model." "M..m. . .me? What? In undies? Chained naked in a dungeon?" Undeterred by the hesitant words, Melissa took both her hands and looked straight into her eyes. "You'll be great. I know it." She knew she could get Sabine to do almost anything she wanted. "But the paintings will be on show. Me . . . in the nude. . . on sale. Someone I know might buy a painting of me . . ." Melissa slowly released Sabine's hands and looked sadly down at the table, her long blonde hair partly covering her face. "So, you won't help me?" she said feigning great disappointment. She knew this would make Sabine feel awful, and she knew she hated to let Melissa down. "Oh, alright then. I'll do it," she said. Melissa stood up and embraced her friend across the table. Then she took her head in her hands and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "Thank you darling. I knew I could count on you," she said. * * * * * * For the next week Melissa was a bundle of frenetic activity. She spent hours on the web poring over articles on Grecian wars and culture, and looking at pictures of Greek vases and other artefacts. Her file of sketches and notes grew bigger by the day. One morning she returned from her life class in a high state of excitement. She threw her arms around Sabine, lifted her off her feet and swung her around in circles. "Sabine, I was telling one of the guys at my life class about the exhibition at the Trio. He's a photographer, and when I told him about my theme he said he had a back projection unit in his studio with several dungeon scenes. He said I could use his studio for some of my photographs. Isn't that great?" Her large round eyes shone with excitement. Sabine only showed a slight reflection of Melissa's utter delight. She was well aware that the person in the dungeon was going to be her and she was not really relishing that situation. "Oh . . .er . .yes. That's very good Melissa. Yes . . . er . . . when are you hoping to start on all this?" Melissa just gazed at her entranced by this new turn of events. But she wanted her to be happy too. "We can go into town this afternoon. You can help me to sort out some material for the Greek cloak and then we'll go to the costume shop to buy a drama mask. After that I'll be ready to start." Melissa could sympathise with Sabine's doubt about her part in all this so she became serious. She took her in her arms, kissed her and held her in a close embrace as she whispered in her ear, "And you, my gorgeous model, will be the centre of my attention." She nuzzled behind her ear; she she knew Sabine loved that. She held her by the shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. "And now, darling, I'm going to make us your very favourite Chinese, and then it's into town." Sabine liked this loving attention and became slightly more enthusiastic. "Into town it is." * * * * * * They toured the art and costume shops at a rapid rate. Melissa used Sabine as her measure when deciding how much cloth to buy, how long the cord should be and so on. It was as they were passing a lingerie shop that Melissa's eye was caught by a tiny pink bikini displayed in the window. She stopped in her tracks. "Oh look at that bikini Sabine; pink satin, with a halter neck and side ties. Just the thing for my second theme. Let's try it on you." And before she could catch her breath, she'd grabbed her hand and was leading her into the shop. There were several of the bikinis hanging up and, after making sure she had the right size, she towed Sabine into the changing cubicle. Sabine was used to Melissa stripping her, so getting her clothes off and the bikini on was accomplished very quickly. Melissa then held her at arm's length and looked her up and down. "Turn around, darling," she said. Sabine did a twirl. "Isn't it a rather tiny bikini?" ventured Sabine. "It doesn't hide much does it?" Melissa laughed. "Darling, a bikini is not meant to hide much. You know what they say about it: ‘what it reveals is interesting but what it conceals is vital.'" They both laughed at this which seemed to cheer Sabine up a bit. Melissa slipped her hands inside the top of the bikini and tweaked Sabine's nipples. She always loved this so didn't object in the slightest as her nipples became erect and stuck out into the shiny tight satin. Melissa was delighted with the result. "Oh, yes. I like the way your nipples show. They are sticking out like organ stops. With some side lighting you'll look really sexy in that." She dashed out to buy the bikini as Sabine got dressed. A few items of make-up and a bottle of oil completed her purchases, so, after a coffee and an excited chat about Melissa's plans they returned home. * * * * * * That evening she phoned Matt, her photographer friend, to explain what she hoped to do to prepare for the exhibition, then she asked when she could use his studio. He said that any time after 11.00a.m. the next day would be fine. He had a friend of his calling at 10.00., someone who got married two weeks ago when Matt had been the photographer. He was going to call round with his new wife and best man to sort out what photographs they wanted in the wedding album. This suited Melissa fine. "Thanks Matt. I'll see you about 11.00 tomorrow then." She clapped her hands together in great satisfaction as she turned around to Sabine. "That's great, darling! We can start tomorrow morning. And now, we've got the rest of the evening to sort out your costumes." They busied themselves with cutting a roughly shaped cloak for Sabine out of the dull red serge and devising a quick way to fix it at the back. Melissa finally decided to use velcro strips as they would be so quick and easy to do up and undo and it would be easy to leave gaps for parts of Sabine to show through. Everything worked perfectly, and the mask was kept in place by resting on top of Sabine's head. Melissa decided that Sabine could wear the bikini under the cloak instead of underwear and, as they would be travelling door to door by car, not many people would see her anyway. Melissa decided to work out some suitable poses, so dressed Sabine in the complete costume and made her pose on the coffee table. She was very cooperative and did exactly as she was asked. "I won't be able to bend my head too much," she said, "or this mask might fall off." "Yes," Melissa replied, "I'll have to remember that." Next came some poses in the bikini. Melissa really loved the way Sabine's gorgeous nipples protruded through the pink satin so decided to try some topless poses. She was most enthusiastic about the results. "I think you look rather ravishing in that darling. The pink goes well with your blonde hair." As Melissa looked at her friend and lover Sabine, clad only in the tinest bikini bottom, and looking so very sexy and vulnerable, she got that damp feeling she often got between her legs when she woke up in the morning and looked at her asleep beside her in bed. She casually strolled over to the table where Sabine was standing, looked up meaningfully into her eyes, and pulled her to the edge of the table. Then she took hold of both side ties on the bottom of the bikini and pulled. Instantly it came away. She casually dropped it on the table and put her arms around Sabine's hips looking up into her eyes. "And, now we'll have some nude poses," she said in her sexiest voice as she let her hands slide over Sabine's butt and a few fingers probe between the backs of her legs. "Mmmmmm. I love you doing that," Sabine purred giving a little wiggle of satisfaction. "It's a good thing I'm used to you seeing me naked, or I might be embarrassed at the studio tomorrow." They both laughed. "No danger of that," Melissa giggled, continuing to look up at her through half closed eyes. "D'you know darling, looking at you standing there naked, I rather fancy you. Don't put your clothes on. Let's have an early night." Sabine loved the idea. She knew it meant them making love and then sleeping together. Melissa pulled Sabine further forward on the table so that her nipples were right in front of her mouth. She took each in turn and gave it a voracious suck; then she pinched them both with her fingers. Sabine arched her back and closed her eyes at this treatment that Melissa knew she loved. Another pull and she had to jump off the table. Melissa kissed the side of her neck and whispered in her ear. "Now get into bed while I put something on." Sabine drew back and looked her in the eyes. "Put something on! You're going to put something on to come to bed?" "Yes, my strapon." Sabine gave a relieved laugh. "Oooooh! That sounds interesting." She smiled her kitten smile, and flicked her tongue from side to side over her pouting lips. Melissa's mouth chased her tongue and they joined in a kiss. Then she spun Sabine around by the shoulders and smacked her bare butt. "Now, slut, get on that bed. When I come in I want you on your knees with your ass in the air and your legs spread wide. Prepare to be ravished. By the time I've finished with you you'll be begging for mercy." She was as good as her word. She made Sabine suck the strapon and then her eager hips swung into action penetrating her vagina between the backs of her open legs and slapping against her butt again and again as the strapon massaged her own clitoris. Time and again she let her hands slide under Sabine's ribs and twist her nipples into hard points drawing gasps of pain and delight from her. Sabine's need for pain and love pushed her easily to a climax. Melissa's naked and aroused body craved for orgasmic relief. She tore off the strapon and Sabine was immediately beneath her legs, her flashing tongue licking her wet pussy and thrusting inside her. Melissa's head shot back in sexual delirium as her lover sucked on her clitoris. She thrust her hips forward over Sabine who could hardly breathe until, with a final arching forward of her body she came over Sabine's awaiting mouth. As they lay entwined naked together, in bed, they felt as though their devoted mutual love melded them together into one. They knew their deep love resulted from their special relationship which others might not understand, or might deliberately misunderstand. They really appreciated each other. They didn't speak a word as wave after wave of sexual joy swept over them. There was no need. And in any case you can't speak with your mouth full can you? * * * * * * The two girls arrived promptly outside Matt's studio the following morning and unloaded Melissa's camera and tripod and the two small bags containing a variety of odds and ends which they thought might be useful for the shoot. A flight of moss-lined stone steps brought them to a small green porch outside the studio door. Melissa knocked on the door and opened it. Matt emerged from a doorway the other side of the studio and walked towards them. "Hi Matt! This is Sabine. She's going to be my model." He gave Melissa a friendly kiss and shook hands with Sabine. "Pleased to meet you, Sabine," he said. "I hope we haven't interrupted whatever you are doing with your friend," Melissa said. "No. You certainly haven't done that. He hasn't turned up. But let me show you around the studio. It's not all that big, but I have quite a collection of equipment and bits and pieces which I use for props." His arm indicated a number of boxes of all sizes along both side walls. Some of them had chains and ropes hanging over the edges. He took the girls around the backdrops where there was quite a collection of planks of wood, and with wiring and electricity meters on an old brick wall. An open cupboard door revealed several costumes hanging up, and there were items of furniture such as a sofa, some chairs and shelves containing books and table lamps.There was also a large bale of straw. Matt showed them the rear projection equipment and gave a demonstration using the dungeon scene. Then he sent them back around the front to view it. "Oh Matt, that's terrific. It looks so real," Melissa exclaimed. Sabine looked in awe at the backdrop. "I'll feel as though I'm really in a dungeon!" she yelled. "Wow!" Melissa couldn't wait to get started. She set her camera on its tripod and looked through the viewfinder. She gazed around. "Now, the lights. How do I operate those Matt?" she asked. "That's the main modelling light," he said indicating a light which shone into a silver brolly. The other two are fill-ins operated by slave switches, one for the hair light and one on the backdrop; or you can use that as a side light." "It sounds a bit complicated to me Matt," Melissa said. "Would you mind giving me a hand with the lighting till I get used to using it?" "No problem," he replied. "You set up the poses you want and I'll give you some ideas for the lighting." Melissa sat Sabine on a dais in the centre of the floor and then gave her some instructions. "Just sit with your legs out to the side. I'll tie your wrists together in front of you, and I want you to look down. Don't forget, you're supposed to be a prisoner. We'll have some shots with the mask and some without. That will give me a choice when I do the paintings." Matt arranged a few different versions of the lighting and Melissa clicked away merrily with her camera. Then she arranged Sabine in a variety of poses: kneeling, lying and standing. "How about a few low key shots using just a spot light to pick out the prisoner?" suggested Matt. "It should go well with the dark dungeon background." Melissa eagerly accepted his suggestion and was very pleased with the result. Then she stopped and looked intently at Sabine. "There's only one thing wrong with a projected wall, I can't tie the prisoner to it," she said laughing at Matt. "Oh, I've got something we can use for that," he said. He disappeared behind the backdrop. There was a low rumbling sound and he emerged pushing a wooden wall, mounted on castors, with several vertical wooden posts sticking up above it. "You can use this," he said. "Oh, that's great," Melissa replied, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. She drew Sabine over to the wooden wall and then tied her hands to an upright above her head. "Oh yes, that looks very prisoner-like" she said smiling at Matt. "Now, sag a bit Sabine as though you've been standing there for hours." The Prisoner Exhibition Model 02 Sabine obeyed, bending first this way and then that way making a very good job of the poses. "Now, I want you to stick one leg out to the side," Melissa said. She undid some of the Velcro strips to make this easier. "That's very sexy," observed Matt with approval. Melissa was encouraged by this remark. She walked over to Sabine and undid a strap holding the cloak on her shoulder. It fell down revealing one bikini-covered breast with a nipple well in evidence. She deftly removed the bikini top. "Melissa, what are you doing?" said Sabine in a whisper. "Matt can see my boob!" "Don't worry about that darling," she replied with a smile. Then she whispered into her ear: "In our life class he's used to seeing everything. He's seen it all before." "But he hasn't seen mine," replied Sabine. Melissa gave a brief laugh. "Well, he has now. And in any case, I know how you enjoy it." She turned and walked back to her camera leaving Sabine tied and helpless and displaying one naked breast. Her nipple was getting harder by the second, but there was no way she could cover it up. "You've got a nice erect nipple Sabine," observed Matt. "Melissa, why don't you use a strong sidelight to show it up more? It would really stand out then." Sabine blushed redder than ever at this idea. "My thoughts entirely Matt," Melissa replied, and immediately they both rearranged the lights much to the obvious embarrassment of Sabine. Melissa was so pleased with the shots that she undid the velcro on Sabine's other shoulder leaving her completely topless. She became increasingly embarrassed as both her naked breasts and hard pink nipples were exposed in front of a young guy she'd never met before, but she did so much want to help Melissa. She put every effort into her posing as more and more of her was revealed ending with her sitting with only a crumpled red serge cloak around her hips. After giving Sabine back her bikini top, which she was very thankful for, Melissa was keen to get on with the bikini prisoner pictures. Matt was very cooperative and Melissa was amazed at the number of photographic backdrops and props he produced to make a convincing prison shot. She took a variety of photographs; some with Sabine posing in glamour-girl fashion, some back shots which showed nearly everything at the rear, and some with the bikini hanging off. Sabine felt very embarrassed with those shots, so to embarrass her further Melissa insisted that she posed with her legs open and the bikini almost off. She went bright red but Matt's barrage of compliments made her smile and she began to enter into the spirit of the posing even when she was tied up. Matt had the bright idea of spraying Sabine with water so that the skimpy bikini clung to her like a second skin. Her gorgeous nipples really responded to this treatment which drew even more compliments from Matt. After all the exposure and humiliation she'd suffered, the transition to the naked prisoner shots went fairly smoothly. By now Sabine was taking to posing like a duck to water. Matt was a talented photographer and, with his tactful help and Melissa's bullying, Sabine responded with really sexy poses even when they tied her up in some awkward and rather painful positions. Melissa insisted on ever more blatantly sexual poses from Sabine with her smooth slim legs spread wide, back arched and on tip toes. Matt joined in enthusiastically and both he and Melissa handled Sabine's naked body to push and pull her into the required position. Sabine's embarrassment was total as she realised that he had seen everything she had and from every angle. The fact that her pussy lips were opening and getting pinker would not have been lost on him, and she got the impression that Melissa was starting to get a bit aroused as well. After tying Sabine's hands above her head to one of the rafters, Matt produced a leg spreader from one of his cupboards and suggested they use it on her. "Oh, Melissa, it's so humiliating having my legs fastened wide open with that thing. Please . . ." Her words were cut short as Matt and Melissa fixed it around her ankles. After a few shots back and front, Melissa had another idea. "I think a prisoner tied up like that might struggle and start to sweat. Don't you think so Matt?" "Yes, I suppose she would," he replied studying her carefully. "I think we could get that effect by oiling her," Melissa said. She walked over to one of her bags and took out a bottle of oil. They both approached Sabine who was strung up naked and helpless. "As you obviously can't put the oil on, Matt and I will do it for you," Melissa said. Sabine bit her lip in embarrassment and gave Melissa one of her endearing humiliated looks from her downturned eyes. "Oh, Melissa. You know what that'll do to me. Pleeeeze!" She knew exactly what it would do to her. She'd get really aroused and her pussy would swell and open up even more; her clitoris would stand on end and her nipples would get really hard. It always happened when she did it at home. With four hands wandering all over her, Melissa wondered whether Sabine might even have an orgasm. She poured a small pool of oil onto Matt's hand and some onto her own. They each rubbed their palms together to warm the oil and then started to apply it to their nude model, one on eíther side. They started at the top and worked their way slowly down her smooth naked body. It wasn't long before they could hear little murmurs coming from Sabine's throat as she closed her eyes. By the time they reached her legs they could see that her shaved pussy lips were already shining, even before they applied the oil. Melissa, feeling even more turned on by her friend's sexual arousal, was feeling in a wicked mood so spent some time oiling every wrinkle of her vagina and rubbing her clitoris which was already well in evidence. By the ooohs and aaaahs coming from Sabine she knew she enjoyed it. Matt, not to be outdone, performed an encore between her legs and Sabine seemed to appreciate his strong hands even more. By the time they'd run right down her legs, it was obvious to the both of them that they had a sexually aroused model on their hands. They quickly washed them and continued with the shooting. "I like the highlights on the oil Matt," observed Melissa looking at her shining friend. "Her muscles show up well. What if we pull her up higher and have her hanging by her wrists?" "That's a good idea," agreed Matt. "Her muscles will stand out even better if they're taut." They fixed ropes to Sabine's wrists and threw them over the beam above her head. Then they pulled her up so that her feet were off the floor. They stood back to see the results as Sabine groaned with the strain on her arms. "That's quite effective," said Matt, "but the pose is rather straight." "Mmmm, yes," observed Melissa. "I think we can improve it by tying her ankles to the uprights at the side." They each took a length of rope, tied it around an ankle and then pulled Sabine's legs wide open against the two upright posts. She was spreadeagled in mid air. Her slight arm muscles were at full stretch and the dips between the tendons at the tops of her thighs seemed to thrust her shaved pussy outwards exposing her open glossy lips like a hungry mouth. Her stomach muscles were pulled flat with the tension as she vainly tried to wriggle to gain some comfortable position for her aching body. Her whole being ached for an orgasm but she knew she dare not have one until the shoot was over. Melissa returned to her camera and viewed the shot. "Oh yes, I like it," she said smiling at Sabine. "You look very sexy darling." As she spoke there came a loud knock on the door. When it opened two young men strolled into the studio with an even younger woman trailing behind them. Matt moved to greet them. Sabine was naked and shaved with her hands tied stretched above her head, and her ankles tied out to the side spreading her legs wide when the two guys and young woman walked in. They stood staring at her totally exposed body. Sabine almost died of shame and humiliation. She opened her mouth witht a loud cry. "Oh, no!" Five people were staring at her showing everything she had, and she couldn't move a muscle. Matt broke the silence which followed. "Oh, Melissa, this is Tony and Jack and this is Tony's new wife Heather." They shook hands all round, then Matt pointed in the direction of Sabine. "And this young lady is Sabine, our model." Sabine could almost feel ten eyes boring into her nakedness as Melissa added with a laugh, "Unfortunately she can't shake hands with you at the moment as they are otherwise engaged." Heather looked almost as embarrassed as Sabine as she realised how she must be feeling having people much younger than herself staring at her like that, but the two guys just stood there and were in no hurry to move until Matt said, "OK, folks, if you'd like to come into the dark room we'll sort out which wedding photographs you want me to print." "Oh, thank goodness they've gone!" blurted out Sabine. "I've never felt so embarrassed." Melissa strolled over to her, giggling. "I think they enjoyed the view. I don't suppose they're often introduced to a naked girl" "But I didn't enjoy being viewed like this," protested Sabine. "Don't worry darling, they wouldn't have known whether your little pinkie was shining with oil or juice." She pushed her finger provocatively into Sabine's vagina. "Ooooh. It feels mostly like juice to me." Melissa gave another smirk. Sabine was secretly wishing that Melissa might finger her to an orgasm in Matt's absence, but she withdrew her finger leaving her sexually unsatisfied and on edge. She went back to the camera and took a few shots. Then she untied Sabine and lowered her to the floor. She rubbed her wrists. "I'm glad that's over. I felt like a trussed chicken up there." At that point Matt returned. " I've left them making up their minds about the photographs. How's it going Melissa? What do you want to do next?" "I thought we might try a bondage shot with Sabine's hands tied behind her back, kneeling down perhaps." She glanced at Sabine who was sitting on the grey carpet rubbing her ankles. "Good idea," enthused Matt. "I think it might be a good thing to do some shots without the oil now." He walked over to Sabine and picked up a small pink towel. "Just lie down and relax while I remove the oil," he said. Sabine lay down on her back and Matt rubbed her all over with the towel. As his hands moved between her legs he whispered, "I do like your nice juicy pussy," which did nothing to ease Sabine's mounting embarrassment as she tried to suppress her need to come. Matt turned her over and rubbed her back, then looked at Melissa. "Shall I tie her hands behind her back?" he asked taking up a length of rope. "Yes. And make it nice and tight," she said as she grinned down at Sabine. He did. "Ouch!" she cried. "That's really tight. I won't be able to . . ." "Oh stop grumbling!" broke in Melissa. "Let's have some co-operation. If she misbehaves, just smack her bottom Matt," she said with a laugh. He raised his hand and gave her three smart smacks on her bare butt. "Aw! That hurt!" she cried. Matt gave a little laugh. "Sorry. Let me make it better." He began to gently and slowly run his hand over her bottom running a finger down between her cheeks till he felt the moisture between her legs. She tried to close her thighs but his insistent finger probed deeper until she felt it separating the lips of her pussy. He put his wet finger right under her nose. "Look at that," he said in a chocolate soft voice. "You are enjoying yourself aren't you?" Melissa then led her over to one of the upright posts and got her to kneel down facing it. They tied her hands up behind her to the post so that her face was on the floor and her ass sticking up. She felt as though her arms were going to be pulled out of their sockets and her muscles ached as they were pulled about. Then Melissa walked over to retrieve the leg spreader. "We'll use this too. She'll look more erotic with her legs spread open." Having fixed it to her ankles, she ran her hands underneath Sabine's taut body and squeezed her breasts and her nipples, then she went down to her clitoris and gave it a hard rub between her thumb and finger. She laughed as she whispered in her ear, "Now you mustn't come darling. Just control yourself." "Oh Melissa," groaned Sabine as she realised that Matt would now be looking straight between the cheeks of her ass at her anus and shining pink pussy as her milky love dew dribbled out. She felt so vulnerable, so wet and sticky, and realised she was completely at the mercy of these two. Melissa took a few shots as Sabine thought she had reached the depths of humiliation when suddenly there was a babble of conversation and the three visitors rejoined them. She realised that her depths were going to get even deeper. There were now three guys and two women standing right behind her naked butt looking at the show. She closed her eyes and was glad she didn't have to look at them. The group stood there for what seemed ages to Sabine as they talked about the photographs; then, after apologising for being late, and saying goodbye, they finally left. Jack was last to move. "Like your great butt Sabine," he said. "Very sexy!" Everyone laughed as she wished the floor would open up and swallow her. "OK darling. You can get dressed now. Your ordeal is over," smiled Melissa as she went over to untie her friend. "Thank goodness for that," sighed Sabine. "That was the height of humiliation and embarrassment." Melissa rubbed her chin and looked thoughtful. "The height? Well. . . I wouldn't say that exactly." She was thinking of what she had in mind for Sabine at the exhibition. The Prisoner Exhibition Model 03 For months Melissa worked really hard on her paintings for the exhibition. Sometimes she seemed to live in a world of her own and Sabine started to feel neglected. Occasionally, when she was feeling very tired and needed to go to bed she left Melissa still working at her easel. "I won't be long," she'd say. "I just want another hour on this one." The hour often turned into three as she lost all count of time. Sabine was very glad when sometimes Melissa asked her to pose for some of the paintings when the photographs were not quite right or inadequate in some way. As least on those occasions she got some attention and they were able to chat together. As the date for the exhibition grew ever nearer, Melissa worked more energetically, sometimes feverishly, but was quite pleased with the quality of her work. The canvases were stored in lines all around the bottom of the bedroom walls until they were dry. Then they were framed as Melissa had enough money to do so, and were stored face to face in piles. But eventually Melissa decided she had enough paintings for the exhibition. Early one evening when Sabine was rather late returning, she found Melissa kneeling in their lounge surrounded by paintings arranged in groups around the walls and covering most of the furniture. "Gosh, darling!" cried Sabine. "Are you having your own private exhibition?" Melissa looked up at her and smiled. "You could say that," she replied. "It's private today, but next week it's going to be public." She stood up, walked over to Sabine who was gazing around at the paintings, threw her arms around her and gave her the usual welcoming kiss. "And now I want you to give me your candid opinion of my exhibition. I've arranged the paintings in three sections, one for each room at the gallery. I've tried to arrange an increase in the eroticism as the exhibition route moves onward." Sabine moved around smiling. "They are really good Melissa. I can see the development of your theme now the paintings are arranged. You are clever!" They came to the last line of paintings. Melissa stood behind Sabine and put her arms around her. "And what do you think of my gorgeous nude model?" she asked. Sabine blushed and giggled. "Wow! Some of these don't leave anything to the imagination do they? The back views are quite explicit but at least they don't show my face, but in those last three I'm showing everything, and they even look like me." She giggled again. "I do hope none of my friends see those." Melissa laughed. "I've phoned the gallery and I have the weekend to put the paintings up ready for the opening on Monday evening. Will you help me, darling?" Sabine put her hands on Melissa's shoulders and looked into her eyes. She looked much more relaxed now her work was finished. "Of course I will. For you - anything." "Anything?" "Absolutely!" "I'll remind you of that later this evening." Their long sensual kiss sealed the bargain. * * * * * On Saturday morning both girls were up early to pack the paintings into Melissa's car. The passenger seat, both back seats and the boot were filled, and still there were more. Melissa stopped Sabine as she emerged carrying more paintings. "No more room!" she said. "I'll take these into the gallery and then I'll come back for you and the rest of the paintings." With a bang of the car door she was off. Half an hour later she returned breathless and excited. "The staff at the gallery think the paintings are great," she cried. "Oh, I'm so relieved. But they want a complete list of all the titles. They like to do a printed title at the side of each painting and they like them in their own house style. Can you load the rest Sabine while I get the list off my computer?" Sabine had, very thoughtfully, already brought the rest of the paintings into the hallway near the door so it didn't take her long to load up the remaining paintings. As she took her seat in the car Melissa came dashing out with her list. She handed it to Melissa as she sat in the driver's seat. The proprietor of the Trio Gallery, Louise, and her secretary, Miriam, helped the girls to sort out the paintings into the correct rooms leaving the receptionist to prepare the titles in between serving customers who called in. With four of them working at it they soon had all the paintings hanging in the first gallery then, after a quick coffee, they hung the remainder. They walked slowly around the exhibition with many compliments from Louise and Miriam and a few silent blushes from Sabine. Melissa decided to swap a few of the paintings around for greater effect and then with a final sigh of satisfaction said, "Well, I think that's it. All we want now is for a lot of people to come to view the paintings." "I'm very pleased on that score," said Louise. "Miriam sent the invitations out two weeks ago, and I included the names you suggested. We've had well over 50 acceptances. There'll probably be a few more on Monday morning and you always get some people who don't reply but just turn up." "Oh, that's very encouraging," Sabine commented. She knew the great effort Melissa had put into the preparation for the exhibition and wanted it to be a success. The four sat in the reception foyer as the final check was made on the titles. "What exactly will happen at the reception?" enquired Melissa. "Well, I thought we'd have the usual cheese and wine and a few bits and pieces to eat," said Louise, "and then, when everyone has arrived I'll welcome everybody and introduce you, Melissa. But, as on this occasion the whole exhibition is entirely your work, I'd like you to say a few words of explanation. Tell them about your theme and a little bit about what they can expect to see in the galleries." "That's a good idea," Melissa replied. "I'll just say something briefly about each gallery before they view the paintings." "That should get things off to a good start," added Louise. "And then you can walk around mixing with the guests in case they want to ask any questions. Miriam will, of course, be here to deal with any sales. You don't have to worry about that." Melissa then fixed Sabine with one of her qizzical smiles. "There's just something else I'd like to do Louise which, I think, might add some interest for the guests." "I'm always open to ideas for the Trio. What did you have in mind?" Sabine started to feel nervous. "I'd like to introduce my gorgeous, sexy model, Sabine to everyone." She made an extravagant sweeping gesture towards her with her outstretched arm. Sabine went bright red with embarrassment. "Oh, Mel. . ." she started to blurt out. But she was cut short by the others who really fell for the idea. "Great! Really great!" "That'll add some interest!" "That's settled then," said Melissa in obvious triumph. She looked towards the pillars at the side of the entrance to the galleries. "Mmmm. . . Yes, if we go up those steps at the side I can get Sabine to stand on top of the two pillars and I can stand behind her, slightly to the side and talk to everyone. It'll make a nice focal point." Louise grew increasingly enthusiastic. "Wow! What a splendid idea. We've never done anything like that before." Sabine saw the wicked gleam in Melissa's eye and a feeling of near panic seized her as her friend filled in the details of her plan. "I think it would be most appropriate to have her dressed in the Greek prisoner robe and wearing the mask, just like in some of the paintings." This drew increasing cries of approbation from all the others - except Sabine - for such original thinking. "That's certainly something new," enthused Miriam. "You can be certain that they'll talk about it with their friends, so that'll give us extra publicity." "And, as an added touch," said Louise, "we can use that spotlight above the entrance. We usually shine it on the door to the galleries, but if I raise it a bit it can be trained on Sabine so she'll show up better." Louise beamed around at everyone. "That's it then. Refreshments and drinks, a welcome by me, a talk by Melissa and an introduction to the model. Sounds great to me. See you all nice and early on Monday evening. * * * * * On Monday evening, as soon as the girls had finished tea, Melissa disappeared into the bedroom and emerged carrying the cloak and bikini. "OK darling, come here," said Melissa. Sabine hesitatingly approached her friend. "Oh, Melissa, do I have to wear the bikini? Can't I. . ." The words faded on her lips as Melissa gave her a meaningful glare. "Sabine, whose exhibition is this?" "Yours darling." "So who's calling the shots?" "You are Melissa." "Right, so let's get on with it. Just do as I tell you." With that she started to unbutton Sabine's blouse. Soon she was standing before her completely naked. Melissa knew that Sabine loved this so she tweaked both her nipples between her thumb and finger. Instantly they were erect. Melissa gave a smile of satisfaction as she put the bikini top on and pulled the ties as hard as she could. "Mmmmm. I like the way your nipples show through that pink satin. Very sexy!" She tied on the bottom of the bikini and then stood back. "Yes, very fetching indeed." Melissa then covered Sabine with the serge cloak and fastened it at the back with the velcro straps. "I'm sure all the guests will be most impressed at such a gorgeous prisoner," said Melissa with great satisfaction. "Don't forget the mask," said Sabine with urgency. "I don't want anyone to see my face." Melissa gave a great loud laugh. "Your face! Your face! Oh, no, of course not. Something about Melissa's laugh made Sabine rather nervous about the idea of being dressed in her prisoner's outfit. She started to feel increasingly apprehensive and began to wonder what exactly Melissa had in mind. * * * * * The two girls arrived early at the Trio Gallery, Melissa excited and smartly dressed in an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, mini-skirt and high-heels, and Sabine, rather apprehensive, in her prisoner's cloak with the pink bikini underneath. They were greeted with enthusiasm by Louise, Miriam and two part-time members of the staff who had been invited to attend the opening. "I've moved the spot light to shine above the door," said Louise. "Would you like to stand in position to see how it looks?" Melissa led Sabine up the short flight of curved steps at the side of the pillar. There was a small platform behind the tops of the two pillars and in front of it two recesses, one atop each pillar. Melissa stood to the side of the platform to allow Sabine to move to the front. "Go on, put your feet in those recesses," ordered Melissa. Sabine moved hesitantly forward to try out her footholds. "They're not very big Melissa. I can only get one foot in each. Why can't I. . ." Melissa cut her short. "Look Sabine, I'm organising this. Just do it. Put one foot in each recess so you're astride the doorway. I'll hold your hands while you do it. You won't fall. I'll be very close behind you." Sabine grudgingly stepped into position while Melissa held her hands behind her back. Melissa moved around on the platform. "That's OK darling. I can look over your shoulder to speak to the people. I'll have a good view of them from up here. How do we look Louise?" She looked up. "That's fine. The light will catch both of you. That's most effective. I've just had a thought. Why don't you and Sabine stay inside the doorway of the gallery out of sight while everyone is arriving and then, when I introduce you, Melissa, you can make an entrance. Then you can introduce Sabine and she can come out. It'll add a bit of drama." "That means we'll miss out on all the wine and refreshments," Sabine blurted out. Everyone laughed. "Don't worry about that," replied Louise. "We'll bring in a tray for you. You won't miss out on anything." With that Melissa and Sabine sauntered into the first gallery and stood just inside the door. Soon Miriam came in carrying a tray of refreshments and a bottle of wine. "Go easy on the wine girls," she said with a smile. "Don't want you falling off your perch." Melissa was glad of a short time to wander around the galleries with Sabine just to make sure everything was in order. "I like their title cards," said Sabine running her finger across the one. "Yes, they're very good," agreed Melissa. "I just hope a lot of them will get red spots before the end of the week." "Red spots?" queried Sabine. "What do you mean?" "Well, when someone buys a painting they put a red spot on the title card so that everyone will know that the painting is sold." Sabine giggled. "Neat idea," she said. "I hope all the galleries look like they've got measles in a few days' time." The girls kept peeping out from time to time to see how many guests had arrived. By the time of the opening there were well over 50 and there was a buzz of excitement as people drank their wine and chatted. A short while later Louise put her head around the door. "OK girls, the foyer's quite packed. Are you ready for your introductions?" "Absolutely ready," claimed Melissa confidently." "Well, as ready as we'll ever be," muttered Sabine. Melissa walked over to her bag and took two items out. One was the papier-mache drama mask which she handed to Sabine. "Here you are darling. Put this on ready." Sabine grabbed it eagerly. "Oh, yes. It'll be much easier being an anonymous model," she said with a giggle. Melissa moved nearer the door as she heard the babble of conversation subside. She listened to Louise's voice making her welcoming speech. Then the words she was waiting for: "And it is with great pleasure that I introduce our exhibiting artist, Melissa." As she walked out to face the guests, Melissa was thrilled to see the foyer room packed with guests. They applauded her entrance as she stood on the bottom step near the pillar to make her brief speech of welcome. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen for coming along this evening. It's good to see so many. There are three galleries so you'll have plenty of room to move about. Before you move into the galleries I'd like to explain a bit about the theme I have chosen. As you will have seen on the posters, it's called "The Prisoner", but before saying anything about the paintings I would like to introduce you to my model." She waved her hand dramatically to the side and out walked Sabine in her cloak and mask. There was further applause. Melissa stood aside to allow Sabine to mount the steps in front of her. She held her hands behind her back as she stepped forward astride the doorway on the pillars. Then Sabine felt two clicks on her wrists as Melissa handcuffed her hands behind her back. "Mel...Melissa? What are you d..d..doing?" hissed Sabine into the mask. There was no answer from Melissa. Instead she started to address the crowd below. "I decided to interpret the theme "The Prisoner" in an erotic way and in three distinct stages, increasing the eroticism as each stage progresses." There were excited murmurs of approval from the crowd at this news. A voice cried out from below: "Do you mind if we take photographs?" "Of course not," replied Melissa. "Take as many as you like, and be sure to show them to your friends so that they'll come to the exhibition." There was laughter at this and an odd flash or two as some of the guests began to take photographs. As Melissa developed her theme she spoke about the rough cloak and the conditions of the prisoners. She had the full attention of the people below. Sabine, for her part scanned the faces of the crowd to see whether she knew anyone. Suddenly she stiffened. Oh no! She could see Joyce, her boss from the office where she worked. Sabine was very thankful that she was wearing a mask that completely covered her face. She scanned the crowd further. Yes, just behind Joyce stood Cynthia and Jessica from the copy department; and horror of horrors, just behind them she could clearly make out the face of young Jimmy who'd just joined the accounts department - and he was standing next to his boss, Adrian. As Melissa continued with her explanation of the paintings Sabine started to wonder why all those people from work had come to the exhibition. As far as she knew they were not particularly interested in art. Suddenly she remembered the words of Louise when she was speaking to Melissa: "I included the names you suggested." Sabine suddenly realised that it must have been Melissa who had arranged this. But why? What was she planning? Her thoughts were interrupted at that point by a ripping noise behind her. With thoughts approaching panic she realised that Melissa had opened several of the velcro straps holding her loose shapeless cloak together at the back. Sabine wondered why she should do this. She soon found out as she felt Melissa's hand wandering around her bare skin under the cloak. As she spoke to the guests about the topless paintings her hand pushed up under the bikini top and caressed Sabine's breasts and tweaked her nipples. Sabine's closed eyes and gasps were all hidden by the mask as Melissa's hands meandered lower to the bottom of the bikini, entering it and sliding between her model's legs. Normally Sabine absolutely loved Melissa doing this but she felt that now was neither the time nor the place. She wondered what she was about to do. She didn't have long to wait. Melissa then went on to describe the pictures in the second gallery. . . "Where the model will look like this." With those words she undid the remaining straps and whipped the cloak off Sabine, leaving her standing in full view of the crowd clad only in her very brief and tight pink satin bikini. Melissa's wandering fingers had done their work on her nipples and they strained at the shining material. Sabine glanced down and could see them standing out. The crowd were delighted at this and there was a loud babble of conversation, a few whistles and a barrage of camera flashes as the visitors took full advantage of their opportunity. Sabine, now perspiring freely beneath her mask looked down to see her boss and young Jimmy busy with their cameras. She felt embarrassed and humilated at her treatment but, with her hands secured behind her back, there was nothing she could do about it. More than ever she was thankful for the mask as the crowd below stood gazing upwards at her spread before them. Melissa's next words struck unmitigated horror and apprehension into Sabine; a cold clammy hand seemed to clutch at her stomach as she heard them. "And now we come to the third gallery which displays the nude prisoner." Surely Melissa would never . . . Her mind was in turmoil. She wouldn't. Not in front of all these people. She felt Melissa's hand caressing her butt out of sight of everyone in the crowd, then real panic set in as she felt the hand start to slide up her naked back towards the straps of her bikini top. Was she going to . . .? Would she . . .? Surely not. Sabine tried to turn around to whisper to Melissa. "Please don't take my top off. Not here Melissa. No Pleeeeze!" But the relentless journey of Melissa's hand continued onto the strap dangling from the tied bow which held her top tight against her chest. She felt a tightening of the strap then a sudden release as the bow was undone and hung loosely on her, supported only by the second bow at the back of her neck. Melissa's hand continued its upward journey. A tightening of the strap again, then that horrible loose feeling, the dread of which only a woman can know. A flick of Melissa's wrist completed the exposure and Sabine was left with her breasts completely exposed to all those eyes and that barrage of camera flashes. The hubbub of conversation suddenly died to absolute silence. It was not only Sabine who was filled with apprehension. Everyone in the room was asking themselves the same question. Would Melissa do it or wouldn't she? For Sabine the next few seconds seemed like hours as she mentally willed Melissa not to take the bottom of her bikini off. She felt Melissa's lips close to her ear whispering almost silently. "Remember, darling, in gallery three you are a nude model. And nude means wearing absolutely nothing." Sabine's face felt on fire. No! She wouldn't actually do it. Not here. No. Then she felt both Melissa's hands come into play as she took hold of both the side-tie strings and pull them out to the side. Sabine felt them pull away from her hips and tighten. She thought Melissa was teasing her. As the bow snapped apart Sabine felt the back drop down but not the front. Was Melissa just holding it in front and not releasing it? Was she teasing her. She bent over to look in front of her. It was her undoing! The heavy papier-mache mask slid forward over her head and went clattering down onto the floor below. There was immediate pandemonium amongst the assembled guests. Not only was their model standing naked, shaved and with her legs spread wide, they could also see who she was. For a second the eyes of Sabine and her work colleagues were riveted across the space between them in unbelief. Then there ensued laughter and pointing as she heard her name again and again: "It's Sabine. . ." "Look! Sabine. . ." "Sabine. . ." "Sabine. . ." For her it was the acme of humiliation. It was her dread - to be seen totally naked by people who knew her. She just stood there in total embarrassment as over a hundred eager eyes wandered all over her nude body. For those with cameras the opportunities were endless as Sabine was photographed from every conceivable angle. The smiling Louise invited all the guests to pass through the doors into the first gallery and, as Melissa made no attempt to let Sabine come down from the top of the pillars, this meant everyone walking between her legs on the way to the door. The opportunity to look up as they did so was not lost on most of the crowd, especially those wielding cameras. Sabine could just imagine the hilarity that would result tomorrow in work when the photographs of her were shown around. When the final guest had passed through, Sabine gave a sigh of relief. "Oh, Melissa, that was dreadful. I have never been so humiliated before." "Nonsense, darling," returned Melissa giggling. "I suspect you really enjoyed it." "Enjoyed it! Enjoyed it! Please. . . just take off these handcuffs and let me get dressed." Melissa gave a little giggle again. "Ah, yes, now there is something I want to do before we talk about that," and gathering up the cloak, the bikini and then walking down to pick up the mask which someone had placed on the bottom step, she took them to the reception console and locked them in a drawer. "What are you doing with those?" cried Sabine. Melissa mounted the steps and helped Sabine onto the platform. "Now darling, I want you to walk around and chat with our guests and get them interested in the paintings." "What like this? Naked! You don't mean . . ." "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. I want you to walk around chatting to the crowd - just as you are." "Oh Melissa I can't do that. I'll feel so . . ." "You are going to do it," insisted Melissa. "Now, do you want me to remove those handcuffs while you do it, or not?" Sabine knew she had little choice with Melissa in one of her bossy moods. "Oh, alright then. I can at least cover myself with my hands." "Oh no! Indeed not!" remonstrated Melissa. If I take off your handcuffs I want you to promise that you'll keep your hands by your sides all the time you are chatting. And remember, they've seen everything you've got now. You can't show them anything more." She sniggered again at Sabine's plight. The two joined the moving throng who were looking intently at the paintings. A few seemed surprised that Sabine was still nude and some of the younger girls looked rather embarrassed about it. The guests were all very friendly towards both Sabine and Melissa congratulating them effusively on their joint work. Even Sabine started to smile at the way she was received by them all. Her work colleagues gathered around her in a tight enthusiastic group full of congratulations at her ability as a model and at her bravery for doing what she had just done. Young Jimmy lost no time in photographing the whole group from the office with Sabine in the centre. Then he insisted on someone else taking a photograph so that he could stand next to his nude colleague. The chatting grew louder and, by the time they reached the third gallery the excitement was almost tangible. Melissa and Sabine were the toast of the show. Young Jimmy's camera worked non-stop photographing all the nude paintings and getting Sabine to pose as she did in the paintings so that he could take a photograph of the painting and the model. Sabine had grown used to walking around naked by now and was able to smile quite amicably to the guests who asked her questions about the paintings. She wasn't put off when Joyce came beside her as she was looking at one of the more flagrant paintings and put her arm around her. "I do like the way Melissa has made the most of your erect nipples Sabine. That's a very sexy painting." It was as Melissa and Sabine were chatting that Miriam came to join them carrying a clipboard. "Great news girls! Eight paintings have been sold already. I've got to get busy with the red spots now." Melissa, in great excitement at the news, threw her arms around Sabine and kissed her. "Oops!" she exclaimed. "Perhaps I shouldn't have done that here and in your present state of undress. Other people might try it." "Some have already come close to it," Sabine replied with a smile. "I'm getting used to wandering around naked in a crowd of clothed people and pushing between groups." Gradually the crowd thinned out as the guests left, many of them having a word of appreciation with Sabine and Melissa before they did so. Eventually only the gallery staff and the two girls remained. Miriam totted up the sales on her clipboard list. "Twelve paintings already sold," she proclaimed. "I think that's a record for an opening Louise." Louise smiled broadly at the two girls. She was most grateful for a splendid exhibition and gave both of them a tremendous hug of thanks. Melissa smiled at Sabine. "Well, unless you want to travel home in the nude, I suppose I'd better let you have your clothes back." On the way home in the car Sabine was rather quiet wondering whether she'd be able to face all those people in work tomorrow. She voiced her thoughts to Melissa who commented "Darling they all enjoyed it and praised your bravery. When all the others have had a laugh at some of the photographs that were taken I'm sure they'll forget all about it." "I thought I might phone in sick," said Sabine gloomily. "That will only put off your return, darling." "Yes, I suppose you're right. I noticed that Joyce was very friendly. She patted my bottom as she stood next to me to have our photographs taken." "So I noticed," replied Melissa. "I felt quite jealous when I saw her do it. I thought she might be fancying you." Sabine smiled at her. "Darling! I like you being jealous," she replied. "OK. I'll definitely go to work tomorrow. Her mind was made up, but she might have changed it if she had known what her boss was going to ask her to do the following day.

Tia's Game by TailWeaver Copyright© 2021 by TailWeaver Chapter 11: Escalation Oh god, I never came so hard as I did that last time, you know that, right? I mean I can’t lie here, not to my other true self, my journal. Who knew it would feel that good. I can’t stop thinking about it. I was so upset there were not more of Ms. Sparrow’s stories, I am sure they would be as good as the others, but I did find one that was sort of close, though I don’t know if I dare write it down here. You see, I know the boys found my journal. They know all my secrets now (at least the ones I write down). It was my idea from the start. I left a page out where Tim could find it. I wanted them to know how I wanted to play the game. I wanted to feel what Ms. Sparrow felt in that last chapter. I wanted all of it. And now they are going to know that. Unless I rip this page up. But I won’t. You know I won’t. ‘The Marking of Jen’ There, I said it. The other story. The naughtier one. God, I hope I don’t regret it. Tia closed the cover of her purple paged journal and felt her heart pounding. She had done it. Just like Tim had insisted. Now she just had to wait and see what happened when her parents went out again in a couple of hours. She had begun to get used to not wearing anything while upstairs in their house over the last week, although the first time her dad had seen her she could tell he was embarrassed. She had been heading for her morning shower and saw him heading down the hall towards all the boys’ rooms when he stopped, letting her go into the bathroom before getting too close to her. She knew her mother had spoken to him about her new behavior, but it was still weird the first time he saw her. Her brothers continued to behave around her, no games, no teasing, wanting to prove to their parents that this was normal, not some sort of naughty game. She thought it was working, though she missed the occasional touches, the sneaky grabs of her bottom. She had gotten more illicit touches when she was dressed than she did now. But Tim swore it was all going to plan, and so she went along with things. It was still fun to be naked and exposed in front of her brothers even if they did not dare touch her. They had made up for it last Friday, and she was sure they would again this time. Only more so. She still could not believe she had named that new story in her last entry. They would read her journal, and then that story, and know even more about what she was wanting. Things were going to change now unless she chickened out, and she only had a few moments to change her mind. Once she left her room to ostensibly go to the bathroom, she knew that they would be in to grab her journal, one of them was always watching her movements when Tim was pushing them to get another peek at her writing. Ever since yesterday, she knew this had been coming. After school the previous day, Tim had come and summoned her to his and Terrence’s room. Curious, she had followed, wondering if something was going to change again. She had surprised them all the previous night. ‘I still can’t believe you came down to dinner naked!” Tim said, shutting his door and turning her around so her back was against it. “I know, I ... well, everyone knew about it after all this time so I thought, why just upstairs?” “Yeah, I thought Thomas was going to blow it, saying those things, but things settled down ok, right?” “Yeah, I mean Mom talked to me later, you knew that, and she mostly just wanted to make sure I was not being put up to this or anything. I don’t know that she suspects anything, I think, well, I think she’s just worried. Worried that I might be an exhibitionist and not be careful about it. It was kinda weird she understood that. I mean, I’m not sure I do. She did say I should give dad some more time to get used to the idea.” “Worried? You mean worried that someone might like it when their brother does this?” Tim teased, standing closer and slowly running his hand up the outside of her leg, across her hip, and teasing at the top of her slit. “Yes...” she replied, wondering what had changed. “I think they are starting to trust you being naked a little, so I know how much you’ve missed this” he continued, his fingers now sliding down between her thighs, bolding cupping her sex as his middle finger probed her wetness. Tia stood, braced against the door, her heart pounding as the electric tingles surged through her body. She was always wet lately, it seemed, her mind continually going to that place that made her feel as if she might dare anything. Pressed against the door, she did not protest, far from it. She moaned in pleasure as he touched her, and she willingly parted her legs, granting him easier access to touch her however he wanted. “Bet you can’t wait for them to go out again tomorrow. You can be tied up, naked, cumming like a horny little slut. Hmm? You are, aren’t you? Horny. A horny eager slut?” “Oh, god ... mmmmm” she moaned, feeling herself getting very close to cumming, that quick. Just a minute or two and she was ready to pop. “Look what you do to us, hmm?: he said, pulling back and showing the bulge in his pants. “You want to see, don’t you? I bet you can’t wait to see “ he teased, taking her hand and placing it atop his jeans. Tia pulled her hand away, shocked, though she stared at his obvious erection while he played with her slick opening. “I think sometime soon we will have to have you do the searching, who knows what might come up if you do” he teased, rubbing his thumb across her clit as she began to succumb to the pleasure. “Plus, I think we need a new journal entry that explains just how much of all this was your idea, or I will have to tell Thomas you’ve been pulling the strings this whole time. Except for me of course. Wonder what they’d do if they thought you had been lying and stuff.” Tia shook her head, her arousal making her decision making suspect, but she protested. “No. No, I’ll write something.” “Better make it good, you know you want more than just being tied up and teased.” “I. Will,” Tia answered, gasping, bucking against his hand as his teasing escalated and he drove her to cum against his hand. As she calmed down, she saw him step back, and lift his damp fingers to his nose, sniffing them before tasting the wetness coating his fingertips. The whole time he just looked at her, steadily. With an odd intensity. When he dropped his hand, he did not hide his need to adjust himself, sliding his hand boldly inside of his pants and pulling his erection vertical, making it somewhat less obvious as he pulled her away from the door. “Don’t forget now” he said, opening her door and looking out carefully before pulling it the rest of the way open and leaving her to return to her room. Tia had a pretty good idea of what he was going to do. She knew what she would be doing if he had not just made her quickly cum like that. ’I sure didn’t forget, now, did I?’ Tia thought to herself. She steeled her nerves before heading to the bathroom. It was done now, in any event. And if they read that story, they would no doubt believe she wanted all of what happened to Jen to happen to her. And maybe she did. She knew she had enjoyed reading it, and her self-stimulated orgasm she gave herself while reading was as good as any she had those nights tied to the bench. She took her time in the bathroom, wanting to make sure the boys had enough time to ‘sneak’ a look at her journal, eventually deciding a quick shower would not be that unusual. By the time she was finished and walking back to her room wrapped in a couple of towels, she figured almost an hour had passed. She glanced at her journal and noticed it was not where she left it, and she knew that the truth was now out. It remained to be seen what the trio did with that information once their parents went out in about an hour. Tia turned from closing and locking the door after giving her mother a goodbye kiss on her freshly made-up face. She had come down wearing her sleepshirt (and nothing else) and she had caught her mother simply shaking her head and smiling slightly. Deciding to hang around and try to ensure there was no parental concern, she had listened dutifully to her parent’s reminders to behave and to listen to Thomas. That last parental command had made her stomach do tiny flip flops: If they only knew what Thomas’s rules entailed, these days, they would never allow it. Rather than make her question her ongoing game with her brothers, it merely made her resolve to be even more careful when they were around. She had worked too hard to get things to where they were now, she did not want to screw it up. She headed back towards the kitchen, stopping when she heard the boys tromping down the stairs. Momentarily confused, she saw they were all wearing a t-shirt along with what looked like pajama bottoms. She did not even know Tim and Thomas still had pj’s, she thought, fairly certain she had heard them talking about just sleeping in their undies one time while teasing Terrence. Bemused, she was left wondering what this had to do with what she had written in her journal. Thomas saw her standing awkwardly in the entryway near the bottom of the stairs and waved her to follow. “Come on. It’s not like it’s a secret you want to play now, is it?” With that being said, she followed her brothers into the other room, standing nervously in front of the couch as Terrence and Thomas sat down. Tim soon returned from the kitchen with a chair, and he motioned for her to sit down, facing the three of them now crowded a bit on the couch. “It seems as if you’ve been keeping secrets. Pretending to go along with the searches even though it was your idea all along? Is that right?” Thomas sounded a little more confident than before, and Tia began to realize that now that they’d read her admission, along with the other story, that things were likely going to be a bit different. She was a little worried, though she was fairly certain that Tim would make sure that things did not get weird, and Terrence would never let them do anything to make her upset. “Yes,” she said simply, sitting there on the chair and trying to calm her mind, stop herself from constantly wondering what they were going to do. “Well, since you’ve been lying and manipulating us all along, I think, we think, it’s only fair that this time you show us what you want. All by yourself.” Tia played with the hem of her sleepshirt as she thought about what they were asking. She needed to show them what she wanted? Like ... just lay down and ask for them to touch her pussy? Shaking her head, she tried to think of a way to not appear like a total slut, though she knew what most people would think if they knew what she was doing with her brothers, what she wanted them to do. Making up her mind, she stood up and headed out of the room. “Hey! Where are you going? Are you upset now?” “No. Just getting a towel” “Why did you go get a towel?” Thomas asked as she returned, folding and placing the towel on the seat of the chair. She looked back at her brothers, disbelief on her face. They could not be seriously questioning why she got a towel. Seeing the trace of a smirk on Thomas’s lips, and Tim’s knowing nod, she realized that they were simply trying to embarrass her, or something. Blushing a little she explained briefly. “I get wet. And there’s a cushion:” She patted the fabric seat of the chair briefly before quickly lifting her sleep shirt and tossing it to the side. Facing her brothers, she sat down on the towel, naked and more than a little excited. “Oh, that’s it? You just want to get naked in front of us?” Tia shook her head from side to side, her long black hair brushing her bare shoulders lightly. Tia put her hands behind her as if she was being tied up. Staring at her nearly mesmerized brothers, she scooted a bit forward on the seat and parted her knees. Further and further she parted them until she could feel the lips of her sex pull apart, damp and sticky with her arousal. Realizing they could see right inside of her, she stifled a moan of arousal as she pressed her knees as far apart as she could, her bottom scooting a bit forward as she did so. Tucking her ankles back underneath the chair, she reached down and stretched to grab a hold of one, the strain of pulling her ankle up pulling her hand further down behind her. She could release herself anytime by letting go of her ankles, but for the moment she was effectively forced open and exposed by her own hands. She sat there, holding herself open and exposed, her arms to the side and back, her hands hidden below the seat of the chair holding onto her ankles. Tia watched as Thomas and Tim exchanged a look before Thomas spoke up again. “And...?” Tia flushed, her arousal building quickly as she sat and exposed herself. Licking her lips, wetting them, she took a moment before answering. She could see all three watching her intensely, and the simple fact of being on display, of her own volition, made the whole scene a little more intense than in the past. “Um, “ she said, hesitating again for a second, “you can touch me.” She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she said out loud what she had been doing and wanting all along. It was one thing to go along with their searches, it was another to say that she wanted them to touch her. A whole other thing for sure, she thought as she closed her eyes briefly, unable to look at them watching her anymore. “You mean like this?” Tia opened her eyes, startled as Tim’s voice was suddenly very close. She saw he had gotten up and moved to stand next to her without her being aware of his movement. His fingers reached out and slid down over her right breast, cupping and holding it as she sat in her chair, her arms straining a little from the pull of her ankles. As his hand moved to her other breast, she could see his arousal clearly - the thin fabric of his pajamas not doing a good job at constraining his erection. She watched as it moved a little from side to side as he cupped her other breast, pinching her nipple and sending delicious tendrils of pleasure straight down to her vagina. “Anyplace else?” Tim said, teasing, standing close to her, not hiding his arousal, his tented pajamas inches from her bare shoulder. Tia looked at him, flushed and aroused, and nodded. She looked at the couch and saw both Thomas and Terrence watching the two of them. She could see they were also aroused, though Terrence kept a hand over his crotch as if trying to hide it. Thomas was much more blatant, he kept his legs spread, almost as if he was showing it off. Perhaps he was. “Hmm? I couldn’t hear you” Tim teased moving enough that his erection rocked from side to side inside his pajamas. ‘Yes. My vagi--, my pussy” she said, correcting herself, wanting to use a sex word and not a clinical one. She didn’t dare use Katie’s word for it. At least not yet. She still was not sure what all was going to happen if Tim and the others found out Katie was doing something similar. “Oh we know all about that, don’t we?” he said, continuing to tease her as his hand moved down and poised above her slit, his fingers playing with the small mass of dark curls framing her sex. Tia felt the nearness of his touch and the sensations seemed to swirl around her, shooting down her thighs, but also zeroing in on her wet center. She could feel the blood rushing into her sex simply from his touch being so near, and she felt a dull ache begin to throb in and around her clit. Tia bit her lip, watching Tim as well as the others as his fingers slid lower, parting her damp curls and sliding over the top of her aroused clit. She moaned slightly, then gasped as his fingers continued down, sliding in between and parting her already damp lips, exposing a bit of her pinkness as she strained to hold onto her ankles. Her thighs were trembling a little from the strain, but it stretched and exposed her so completely she could feel each movement of his fingers ten times as intense as before. Boldly playing with her damp, wet sex, Tim began to finger her steadily, his finger sliding up and down her slit, circling her clit, then sliding back down and penetrating her to tease her on the inside of her sex. Tia could feel herself getting quite wet, soaking Tim’s fingers and hand, and she pressed against him eagerly, her body straining to find that little bit of extra pleasure. Tim stopped playing with her a moment, standing back up straight, his tented pajamas even more obvious. Tia could not stop looking at him, it was so close, so strange, and also a little scary. “Can’t take your eyes off it, can you. You are not the only one that is enjoying this. We all are. And it’s time you admitted you not only like what I was doing, but that it makes us get boners. Thomas, Terrence, grab the ropes, we don’t want her to strain so much, though, we do appreciate your willingness.” It was clear that all three of her brothers were enjoying her nude and open-legged position, as their pajamas all continued to show significant tenting. Where Terrence seemed to be hiding his from being so obvious, Thomas was quite the opposite. While Tim had simply stood there and placed himself at just below her eye level, Thomas did not hesitate to grab and adjust himself a couple of times as they bound her ankles to the chair leg, keeping her legs well parted so they all could see her wet sex. Tim waited until they were done tying her ankles before beginning to play with her slit again. Then stopped for a moment, then started up again. “Hmmm, watch how she moves, she really does want this. Needs it even!” he told the others, continuing to stop and start his movements, making Tia jerk and try to chase after his touch without any success. Tia felt her hands bound together and tied behind the chair back, not so tight as to hurt, but tight enough that she was not going anywhere. Tim continued to lean over and play with her wet cunny, his fingers making her wetter and wetter. “God, good thing she got a towel!” he said, pulling his hand away and holding up his damp fingers. Tia sat and stared at them, her heart pounding and her need great. When he didn’t return to touching her right away, she begged “Please?” “Oh, please? Yes, I think so. We do want you to be happy, don’t we guys?” Tim said, and dove his fingers back inside his twin sister, probing and thrusting until she was once again gasping out her pleasure. And again he stopped before she could get her release. Tim stepped back and she saw him look at her for a moment, smiling, before glancing at Thomas -- some sort of silent communication going on. “I must admit I was surprised at that story you mentioned. I thought for sure it was going to involve a spanking or something. But it didn’t, did it? Not really I mean yes there was some spanking and other things. Some about Jen being tied up. Teased as well, but that was not how Jen was marked, was she?? Tia didn’t say anything, sure she knew what was coming but unable to say anything. Unable to say anything to stop this nor to encourage it. She sat there squirming as she saw Tim reach for his covered erection, boldly grasping, it molding the fabric around it and stroked it a couple of times “No. It’s clear to us that you want something else besides just tying you up and playing with your wet pussy. Your wet cunt. It is a cunt isn’t it?” He said, reaching down and boldly holding onto her sex with his whole hand. “You want us to mark you in a much more personal way. Don’t you? Don’t you? I said!” he repeated, moving closer and holding his cloth-covered cock right in front of her “Yes.” and then again “Yes!”. Tia said closing her eyes for a moment and blushing before starting up at her twin’s face and then slowly letting her gaze drop to his midsection Tim didn’t move back at all, he stayed embarrassingly close to her as he stopped touching himself and grabbed the elastic waistband of his PJs. Quicker than she could think about it, he pulled his pants down to his thighs, his prick bobbing in space as he stood there. The top part of his penis, the head, was angry purple and red, and she could see it was slightly wet. Suddenly everyone was quiet, watching her and Tim, no one saying a word. After a moment Tim reached down and grabbed himself, his fingers curling around his shaft as he stroked himself a couple of times, pointing his prick at her, then he paused again. His prick was throbbing as he held it, a bit of clear liquid seeping out of the tip. She looked up at his face again before staring at his erection, scared, but excited. She hoped he was going to do what had happened in the story, and she hoped she liked it in reality as much as she liked reading about it. Tim groaned, and she heard him mutter “Fuck it” before suddenly stroking himself faster. Much faster. She watched as he much more boldly began to play with his prick, his hand almost a blur as he leaned in closer, his hand flying just in front of her chest as he stood against the side of the chair, one leg on either side of her right knee. It almost looked painful, she thought, as he kept on stroking, faster and faster until he let out a long low groan and his cum began to fly out of the end of his penis. She jerked a little, surprised when a spurt of warmth hit her neck, followed by much more hitting her upper chest and then her right breast. It was warm and very kinky, everything she had thought it might be, and as she sat there, tied up and unable to do anything to stop him, he continued to stroke himself, cum now oozing out of the tip as his orgasm subsided. He stood there, squeezing the last bits out, before leaning forward and dragging the wet tip of his prick across her bare shoulder, like he was wiping himself off on her. Tia was so worked up she longed to reach down and touch herself but her hands were quite effectively bound and she could do little besides pull against her bindings, her legs straining to close a little and give her some sort of stimulation. “Jesus, fucking hey” she heard Thomas say, and suddenly he was on her other side, pulling down his pajama bottoms and exposing his thick throbbing penis. Tim was suddenly gone, though she barely realized it, her eyes watching every move of Thomas as he cupped his balls and waved his erection in her face. “Get over there. We said if one of us does it, we all have to. No one is getting anyone into trouble”. Tia heard Tim talking over by the couch, though she did not pay much attention to him and Terrence as Thomas began to slowly stroke his cock while she watched. His penis looked thicker, and the head was very large, at least compared to the only other dick she had seen in real life. She had googled images, of course, and she knew that dicks came in many shapes and sizes, but this was the first time she had seen them in person. She watched as Thomas continued to slowly stroke himself, his motion a little different than Tim’s, much more measured, as if he was grabbing himself hard and trying to milk the stuff out of himself. She could see the head of his penis swell and darken every time his hand moved up his shaft, becoming even more engorged (if that was possible!). She realized she was staring and looked away, glancing up at Thomas’s face before scanning the room and seeing Terrence and Tim coming back to stand near her. Thomas continued his measured approach, teasing, his movements steady and constant. “She can hardly look away,” he said to the others, his voice sounding huskier, deeper. “Can you? Hmm?” he said, talking again with her, moving a bit closer, his breathing sounding more strained. Tia could feel Tim’s earlier ejaculations cooling on her body, dripping down her skin and making her feel a little dirty, a little messy. The idea of them doing this, like the men in the story had done with Jen, had been more than a little exciting, and she loved it when it shot out and hit her skin. Afterward, though, it felt a little colder, and a little slimy. She was beginning to regret her decision a little bit when she saw Thomas suddenly speed up, just like Tim did. All of her misgivings seemed to fade away as she felt primed and ready to be marked again. She saw Terrence moving in on her other side, and she glanced at him briefly, surprised to see a second erection exposed and so close to her. He had not waited for Thomas to finish, and she looked up at his face for a moment, seeing his nervousness, and she tried to smile before being drawn back to watch Thomas as he let out a long groan. “Oh fuck! That’s so much better, Fuck! I can’t fucking take it” he called out, his prick beginning to spurt its cum onto her body much like Tim’s had, the warm droplets hitting her shoulder, her upper chest, her breast, and a bit in between. As he slowed down and was better able to aim, it was clear he was trying to get it on her breast and nipple, and he pushed himself very close to the tip of her nipple. Tia was shuddering a little as she felt his spend on her body, and she tried to pull her hands free, eager to touch herself, eager to touch their stuff on her skin. Thomas’s prick briefly touched the side of her boob before pulling away, and she darted a look up at his face, catching him flush as he backed off. Neither of them said anything, and she was not sure if the others had noticed or not. Turning to watch her younger brother, she could see that he was still quite nervous, even though his long pale erection bobbed proudly in front of him. “I don’t think we should, you know, be doing this. I mean ... It’s Tia!” “Look at her, she’s wanting you to. Besides. We promised, if I do this, we all do this - no one can be accused of not doing it, remember?’ “Yes, but... “It’s ok, really, I. I want you to,” Tia said, trying to reassure Terrence. She looked at his prick and tried to make it clear she was ok. “You, but, it’s not, um. It’s not nice.” “The stories she likes are not that nice. If she didn’t want this she would not have put the name down. You realize she’s been wanting this, all of this, each step of the way.” “Yeah, I know, it’s just...” Terrence continued to act more than a little unwilling, though he did not cover up or move away. “Undo my hand, I’ll show you” Tia chimed in, desperate to continue her fantasy, wanting to make Terrence not so scared. Tia saw Tim and Thomas exchange a look before Tim went behind her and undid the binding on her hands. As soon as Tia could get her right hand free, she moved it around to her front and between her legs and began to play with her overworked sex. Tim had gotten her so close earlier, and their two orgasms had fired her imagination greatly. It did not take more than a moment before she was moving her hips in time with her fingers circling her clit. She brought her other hand up to lightly touch a puddle of cum on her upper chest, circling it around and playing with it before rubbing it into her skin and moving on to find another droplet. “Fuck me, look at that, go on, give her more. Seriously!” Thomas sounded surprised as he continued to stand near, his pants brought back up to his waist, but his hand holding onto himself through the fabric. “Please. Terrence. Do it. Cum on me...” she gasped, feeling her arousal peaking, her body alive like she had come to love. These games were so intense, she wanted more and more. She stared at her younger brother’s cock as he began to stroke it, his reluctance fading as she continued to make it clear she wanted this. She wanted to see him shoot. Moaning a little, she rode her fingers hard as she gave in to the pleasure, her body climaxing after the long buildup. Crying out, closing her eyes for a moment as she surrendered to the pleasure, she felt an erotic charge just knowing they were all watching her cum. Cum like a naughty eager little sex fiend would. Opening her eyes again, she could see Terrence’s hand flying up and down his long narrow shaft, and she actually saw the tip expand and shoot out his cum, his droplets flying farther than she expected. One hit the side of her face and then the next trickled down the side of her neck and finally onto her chest like the others. Unable to stop herself, her free hand reached for the warm wet cum and slid it around and over her neck and chest, rubbing it in even as more drops of cum hit her body, one of them hitting her hand to be quickly mixed in with the rest. “Fucking hey, look at her!” “I told you, now we don’t have to be so, you know, circumspect.” “Yeah, yeah, circumspect, I like that,” Thomas said, grabbing himself and stroking himself back into hardness, pulling his prick free of his pajamas again, the tip still damp from his recent explosion. Tia watched as Terrence tucked himself away, though he seemed a little more relaxed about it now. She glanced at Tim before looking back at Thomas and blushing. His penis was getting hard again, and she wondered how the hell they did that. “Again?” she asked him, uncertain. “Oh, you want more? I can see you are already addicted or something. Oh! I got it. New rule. You can ask us to do this, you know, paint you, anytime. But, um, lessee ... when they are gone, it must be at least, I dunno, three times?” “Three times each? I dunno, let’s say two, but if she wants a third we can try. Depends on how long and stuff.” Tia shook her head, confused, but not wanting to make a fuss. “No, um, I just meant to ask if you were going to go again, not that I wanted it.” “But do you?” “What?” “Want it. I think you do” he said, stepping closer and stroking himself right in front of her again. The cum on her skin was drying now, making her feel a little odd, but the sight of his thick mushroom-tipped prick inches away from her was making her want to cum all over again. “Oh ... I ... sure?” “You don’t sound sure.” “Yes, please. Again!” Tia began to play with herself again as Thomas began to jack off again, this time taking a lot longer to cum. She began to wonder how long it normally took guys as she could feel wave after wave of her tiny pleasure orgasms rocking through her as she continued to tease her own body while watching her brother masturbate for her. She continued her own rather wanton display, rocking against her fingers until Thomas again groaned and began to release his seed. He aimed right at her right breast and she felt the warm splashes of his cum on her skin. He pressed the spurting head of his thick prick against the side of her boob, rubbing the tip all around as he finally stopped spurting. Tia sat there, damp and marked, and watched as her three brothers stood around, not quite sure what to do next. After a moment, she stopped playing with herself and looked at Tim and then Thomas. “I could do with a shower now. I mean, it was fun, but, you know. Messy.” “Yeah, yeah, of course, we should have something on hand next time, you know. Though a shower works well when it’s, you know, a lot.” Tim said, looking at Thomas and waiting for the eldest ‘official’ approval. Ostensibly, Thomas was the one in charge, though more and more it was what Tim decided they would do. However, he still worked through Thomas. Even though she had already had a shower just a couple of hours before, Tia took her time in the shower. She had a lot to think about. On one level, the games they were playing were as good, or even better than what she had hoped for when she had written down the name of that story in her journal. She felt herself as she washed, amazed at how sensitive everything was feeling. It was as if every nerve in her body was suddenly that much more alive, that much more sensitive. She could feel herself drifting away in her mind while she idly stroked her own body, belatedly pulling herself back from the brink when she realized what she was doing. ’ Get a grip! she told herself, quickly finishing and turning off the water, stripping the water from her limbs before grabbing her towel. She looked at herself in the mirror for a long minute, wondering if she looked any different. She sure felt different. Dropping the towel, she looked at her nude body for another moment or two, trying to imagine how her brothers looked at her. Staring into her own eyes, she searched for any regrets. Any part of her that was begging her to stop this game. She saw nothing. Well, nothing besides her usual excited, aroused, and quite eager for more face. Hanging up her towel, she inhaled deeply, calming herself, and headed back down to the living room, her bare body cooling a bit as she left the humid confines of the bathroom. The boys were all watching an episode of Clone Wars when she got back to the living room, though Tim quickly paused the show when she entered the room. Their eyes all seemed riveted on her as she came into the room, her eyes widening a little when she noticed they had removed the chair and put the bench back ‘front and center so to speak. “Good. Good. Hope you feel all clean now. At least for a minute or two!” Thomas said with a bit of a leer, nodding at the bench. “We just realized, this is a bit unfair. You’ve watched us, you know, cum, and we’ve got you off before. But we’ve never just had you show us how you do it. Not really. So. No time like the present? Unless you want us to tie you up first. You told us you liked that a lot too.” Tia flushed, not opposed to the idea, but the bold baldness of the request made it clear that things had changed. Changed in the way she had wanted, for sure, but it was still a little bit startling. A little scary. “Um, no, at least, it’s easier for me when I’m not tied, obviously.” she said, adjusting her towel they had thoughtfully removed from the chair before bringing out the padded bench. She sat down, looking at them for a moment before laying down on the bench, trying to relax for a moment. They would be able to see everything she did, she knew, and she felt a little awkward at first, touching herself briefly. “Go on, we want to see how you do it!” “I know, it’s just, you know, hard to do this. I mean. Just give me a minute.” Tia said, closing her eyes and trying to calm herself. She began to imagine herself in one of the Jen stories and as she lightly ran a hand up to her breast, she felt that familiar warmth begin to fill her insides. As she began to feel ‘it’, feel that warmth rising, that enjoyment tingling inside of her, she ran her hand down over her stomach, lightly tracing along her pubic hair, toying with herself. She opened her eyes and turned her head on its side, looking at her brothers as they watched her. She was laid back on the bench, her legs on either side, feet on the floor. She ran her hand up to cup her breast, squeezing it, taking her thumb and forefinger, and squeezing her nipple before letting go. She saw them watching her. Watching her hand move. She began to feel something new. She had loved being tied up and touched. All over. Made to cum. Unable to stop them. It was a rush all its own. But so was this. Watching their eyes following her hand, looking straight between her legs. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, even though she had not even touched herself down there yet. Her open sex was pointed right at Thomas, with Tim on the couch and Terrence in the overstuffed chair getting almost as good a viewpoint. Just not direct on. Like Thomas. She could see him staring right at her as she reached down and lightly circled her clit, feeling it throb, feeling it send those delicious tingles all the way down to her toes. There was something about watching them stare at her while she touched herself that excited her in a way she had not expected. As she began to feel her heat rising, and her hips began to move slightly in response to her erotic touch, she began to want them to really watch, to see her be naughty, to see her touch her pussy, her clit, to see her stick a finger inside of herself like an eager naughty slut. And suddenly, as much as she had felt awkward at first, she now felt just as wanton and daring. Moaning, she dipped a finger inside of her sex as she spread her knees wide, opening herself up further, and slowly fingered herself for a moment. She turned and looked at Tim, seeing he was as entranced as her older brother, and she bucked a little against her hand as she watched them watching her. Checking on Terrence, she saw his face was red and his eyes were intent as she put on her show. All three were watching her so closely it gave her a completely new way to feel good. Warming up now, her arousal raging through her, Tia began to move her hips as she pressed herself into her hand eagerly, keeping her legs spread as she wantonly showed off for her brothers. It felt so good. So naughty. So good. “Mmmmmmm” she moaned, feeling her orgasm nearing. She paused to run her finger up and down her slit a couple of times, feeling her slickness coating her sex and the insides of her upper thighs. “Oh god, I am so wet now. So wet, mmmmm”. Her fingers returned to her clit, circling it, pinching it slightly between her first two fingers. “God ... mmmm” her words faded and her voice turned to little more than moans and groans of pleasure. Tia looked at Thomas and saw he was eagerly fisting his cock, watching her masturbate while spread open on the bench. She increased her movements, driving herself closer and closer to completion while she stared at his hand on his cock. As she got closer, she stopped moaning long enough to tell him “You can do it again, Mark me. Please?” She practically begged as her orgasm built up inside of her, and she longed to be as naughty as she could. She saw him stand up and move to the side of the bench, his hand flying over his thick penis as she lay spread across the bench, feverishly touching herself at the same time. When he began to cum, droplets of his warm cum splattering across her chest and breasts, she clamped her left hand hard over her wet cunny and ran her right hand up to spread his cum around on her skin. “Oh god, oh fuck!” she cried, almost pinching herself with her hand as she looked up and saw Tim on the other side of her, his hand flying up and down his cock as well. Her hand was clutching herself hard, her cunt pressing into it, feeling her pressure build to the breaking point. She began to cum, crying out loud in pleasure as she felt Tim’s cum begin to drop onto her, her right hand eagerly seeking out the droplets, coating her fingers. “Oh so bad, you marked me, you all marked me” she cried, moving her cum covered fingers down her belly, leaving a wet trail, before circling her clit with her slick fingers. She was still rocking her hips, coming down from her high, touching herself with her fingers slick with their cum. She closed her eyes in pleasure, moaning and enjoying the aftermath, looking up when she felt more cum hitting her lower stomach and her hand. Terrence had joined the others, standing between her spread legs and cumming all over her hand and lower stomach. She continued to smooth out the drops of cum, rubbing it in circles over her skin as she slowly calmed down. Looking up at the three of them, she could see them all reacting a little differently. Terrence seemed almost apologetic as he slowly stopped stroking himself, whereas Tim simply stood, his spent cock still twitching a little. Thomas was smirking as he put his pj’s back around his hips, and he grabbed himself when he saw her looking. “Just holler when you want some more,” he said. She thought he sounded as if he was teasing her, but it was also clear he was serious. She had definitely opened up something new between them. “I’ll get a warm rag, you’ve already had two showers!” Tia watched as Tim left the room, and in the afterglow of her orgasm, she began to feel a little awkward. After a moment she was able to calm herself, breathing deep and staring at her other two brothers as they both set back down. She had wanted this. She loved it, actually. She was not going to feel bad about it now. When Tim returned and offered to wash her skin off, she nodded, watching him as he ran the warm rag all over her breasts and then down across her stomach. She held up her hand for him to clean, and nodded when he looked at her damp sex. The rag was cooling, but still a little warm as he gently ran it across her open lips, and pressed lightly against her still engorged clit, making her jump a little. “There you go,” he said, getting up and taking the washrag back to the bathroom. Tia slowly sat up and saw that Thomas and Terrence were barely looking at her as they returned to the show they had paused. Bemused a little, she shivered as she realized this was the new normal.

True Tales of Molly Driving Naked by mcmann.molly True Tales of Molly Driving Naked, Part 1 Growing up, I always had the urge to be naked but did not have a lot of opportunity given that I lived with my parents and three older siblings. But by the time I was a junior in high school, my brothers and my sister were all out of the house so it was just me and the parents. They both worked downtown and they rode in together in one car. At the earliest, they’d get home about six, but often it was later – and they always called to let me know exactly when to expect them. So this meant I had 2-3 hours to be naked every afternoon, and although I had been sneaking naked moments ever since I was 14, now I was feeling completely relaxed knowing I would not be interrupted. I would come home from school, go up to my room to undress, and then come downstairs naked to do my homework at the dining room table. If the parents were running late, Mom would call with dinner instructions – get the water boiling for pasta or whatever. I imagined I was having a dinner party and people would be arriving any moment. I pictured myself opening the door naked and welcoming my clothed guests inside. We had a privacy fence, lots trees and most of the neighboring houses were one-story ranches, so there was a nice chunk of backyard where I knew I could not be seen. All the houses in our subdivision had about an acre of land, but because our house was on a cul de sac, our yard was extra large and elongated in a wedge shape. Way, way, waaaayyyy in the back of our property we had a little garden shed. If I chose my path carefully, I could make it all the way back there and busy myself with little tasks. By mid-October the air was chilly but I loved it. One of my chores was to rake leaves, and I was happy to do so – wearing only my sneakers and a ball cap on backwards. Even when all the leaves had fallen and winter set in, there were still certain portions of the back yard where I could stroll. I still remember the first time I was outside when giant flakes of snow were falling. It didn’t even feel cold and the snowflakes collected in my hair but melted against my skin,  That year Christmas break was longer than normal and my siblings only came home for the week of Christmas, so I had entire days when I could be continuously naked. Three days a week I had a part-time job at the mall, but I didn’t have to go in until afternoon so I still had the mornings. As I got ready to leave, I would pretend that I was going to work naked – even going out to my car naked carrying my purse. Our garage door faced the back of the property, so the driveway came around the house and there was a big paved area where you’d turn your car around to enter the garage, room to park an extra car or two. On days that I worked I would exit the back door wearing only shoes and carrying my purse. I would lock the back door behind me and saunter casually to my little Honda and get in – loving always the shock of sensation as my bare butt made contact with the oh-so-cold vinyl seat. I would place my purse on the passenger seat, put on my seatbelt, and turn on the car.  I would begin to drive down our long driveway . . . but then I’d back up and enter the garage in the space left by whichever car my parents had taken that day. Imagining now that I was now returning from a long day at work, I would exit my car, purse and keys in hand, and unlock the door leading from the garage to the kitchen.  As it happened, that year was more snowy than usual, and that Christmas Break it snowed enough need to be shoveled at least four or five times. My dad would trudge out early in the morning to clear the driveway before he and Mom went to work. However, he only shoveled the driveway itself and the parts of the turnaround area needed to back his and/or my Mom’s car out of the garage. My little car would still be buried in snow and he left it up to me to dig myself out. But I liked that . . . because it extended my little fantasy. I would get the snow shovel from the garage and go out naked to dig out my car – meticulously working all around the car and not just the area needed to get into it. Eventually, I would open the driver’s side door, again experiencing the luscious pleasure of sitting on the cold vinyl and only then turn on the car to warm it up. Then, of course I’d have to finish brushing off the windows, and on a couple days I had to scrape ice off the windshield.  When I finally got in my car and started driving, I usually never made it farther than to circle around our cul de sac and go back up the driveway to the garage. But sometimes I just could not resist and kept going. I felt a mixture of panic and desire as I drove through our subdivision, rounded my way back and entered our driveway again. I always promised myself I would NOT do that again because it was just too much of a risk. The windows of my car had no tinting so anyone who came close enough to even catch a glimpse of me would notice that my arms and shoulders were oddly bare in mid-winter.  One day it was bitter cold and as I puttered nervously through my neighborhood, I hit an icy spot and my rear wheels started spinning. Panicking, I made things worse by trying too hard and also called attention to myself. In my rearview mirror, I saw to my horror a guy out jogging in his winter regalia and he was coming right up to me as I desperately tried to free myself.  Luckily for me, he did not come up to the driver window, but stopped at the back of the car and gave me a little push. Suddenly I was moving again and I beeped my horn in gratitude as he now jogged along behind me giving a comradely wave. But now I was near the main entrance to our subdivision and I could not just turn around, nor could I afford to wait too long at the stop sign because he was gaining on me. The cross street was clear and so I quickly turned right and sped away from our subdivision. Although our subdivision was quietly tucked away behind a bit of woods, the entrance to it was on a very busy street, and so immediately I was at a big intersection with two lanes of traffic going both ways and I scrunched down in my seat trying to avoid being seen. When the light changed I was in an even worse situation because I was headed towards the mall and on both sides of the street there were fast food places and gas stations and shops of all kinds.  I needed to turn around but the only way to do that was to turn left and sit there at the light waiting for the green arrow as cars and trucks went past me. My little Honda was low to the ground so anybody in a pickup truck or an SUV had the opportunity to look down into my car.  To this day, I have no idea if anyone noticed I was naked. I finally turned left into a congested shopping area, turned around and crept my way back to the street, going in the opposite direction this time and made it back home without further incident. Oh crap, this vignette wasn’t particularly exciting, was it? That’s the trouble with real life. It is a very lovely personal memory and still quite thrilling to me because I recall how alive I felt at that moment, yet when I write it down I realize not much actually happened. Stick with me, though -- my next tale has a little more drama to it, and also sex on the grass in the rain (no, wait, that’s a spoiler; forget I said that). True Tales of Molly Driving Naked, Part 2 It was a sweaty, humid summer night the summer I turned 19, and I was driving crazy-fast down curvy country roads in a convertible. My high beams on the twisty road ahead were the only source of light aside from random country porch lights and the barest sliver of moon soon to disappear behind fast-moving clouds. The time was about 3:15 a.m., but did not know for certain because I was not wearing my watch – nor anything else. I had sneaked out of my parents’ house completely naked and carrying only my car keys. I had no purse, no money, no phone and nothing whatsoever with which to cover myself except the seat belt -- which I also was not wearing.  When the first fat raindrop splashed against my bare chest I knew I wouldn’t be able to put up the top if it rained. The little motor that operated it had stopped working early that summer, and my parents had said it would cost more to replace it than the car was worth. Time to get rid of the old girl, they’d said, but I resisted. I was the youngest of four kids and as with everything else in my life, my car was a hand-me-down. My twin brothers had hogged the car’s best years before passing it down to my sister and then, at long last, to me. I was determined to have my turn with it, so all that summer I had watched the weather forecast and kept a mental note of the locations of parking garages, gas station overhangs and whatever else would provide shelter when needed.  On this particular night, however, I had not been so practical. What little sensible thinking I possessed had been supplanted by raw desire. Nik would be gone in two days – flying back across the country where her real life was – so if anything was going to happen between us it had to be now, on this very night.  Another raindrop landed on cheek and two more on my shoulders. I glanced up where the moon had been but it was now entirely behind the clouds with only a faint glow to show where it still was. Thunder rumbled low above my head and the rain began to fall. I had driven through light rain before and knew that if I kept up my speed most of it would fly past me. But this was no light rain and soon I had the windshield wipers on full and water was trickling up over the windshield and dribbling in an intermittent little waterfall onto my lap. Yes, it did occur to me to turn around, but I convinced myself it was too late for that anyway. I was already perhaps a third of the way so turning around wouldn’t help that much – and I remembered their house had a big porch roof overhang a brick drive in front so I would have shelter. From the road the fat white pillars holding up the roof look like marble, but they were actually aluminum. I had been there a couple of times back in high school because one of Nik’s younger sisters had been in my grade. Nik herself was four years older (in my brothers’ grade) so I was still in the 8th grade when she was the star senior on our high school girls’ basketball team. My sister, Mona, was a sophomore then but had made varsity so she and Nik were teammates, and I’d gotten to meet her a few times. Nik was the first girl I had an actual romantic crush on, or at least the first one I’d admitted to myself. She was physically amazing – nearly six feet tall with muscular arms and shoulders, yet still feminine. Her ethnicity was part Italian and part Egyptian, so her skin looked tan year round. If you’ve read my Queen Jamie story, my description of the Samantha character was modeled on Nik. Although I was only around her a few times she always made me feel at ease and not someone’s punky kid sister.  I’ve been conflicted about my sexuality all my life, but my sister was so certain of her own that she came out to everyone at age 13. She told me first because I was only eleven and she wanted me to understand, but at that age I still considered boys icky so the notion of lesbianism sounded rather sensible to me. Within a couple of years, however, I came to appreciate boys -- if they had natural muscles, nice smiles and great hair. And yet . . . I liked girls too. My first kissing/fondling experience had been with my best friend the summer we were 13. We would have sleepovers and go to bed wearing nighties with nothing underneath, and as we wrestled and tickled each other under the covers somehow our nighties would creep up to our armpits while our bare torsos became entwined. We joked about boys we knew and whether they were good kissers, so we would play-act and one of us would be the boy who planted a stupid-messy kiss on the girl. The joke was supposed to be that it was a bad kiss, but we had tongues and open mouths involved, sucking on each others’ lips in supposed dorkiness. Then we made up imaginary boys who kissed well, and so we demonstrated to each other just how well these boys could kiss. I no longer recall how many times we did this, but it only lasted a little while, and then school started and we both turned 14 and got boyfriends – never speaking of it again until adulthood.  By the time I was 15, I had gone through a couple of boyfriends, but kissing was about as far as I was willing to go with them. Well, I did also let one boy clumsily squeeze my braless breasts through the thin fabric of my oldest and most threadbare tshirt. There was a little hole in the shirt just below my right breast and I would tug the shirt up a little until the hardened tip of my nipple poked through the hole for him to touch with his fingertip. And well, that one time my shirt came off.  I liked that, but there was something else inside of me. . . something about me that I knew was different from everyone else. I had a secret desire that I fantasized about as I was kissing my boyfriend and also later when I was alone in bed giving myself a much needed orgasm. I wanted . . . to be naked. I imagined myself going naked in school and having everyone accept it as normal for me – and yet it made everyone horny, boys and girls alike. There was never any actual sex in these fantasies – just the situation of me being naked in public yet having no worry about being arrested or attacked or ridiculed, but only desired and adored by all who saw me. Sometimes at night when I was sure everyone in the house was asleep I would sneak downstairs and out the back door where I would slip out of my nightie and run naked through the night like a wild wolf girl way back to the garden shed at the farthest end of the property. There, I had to touch the shed door before I could turn back, running around the treehouse tree and back up onto the deck where I would slip on my nightie and silently step back indoors panting, but not from the run. I had to be super-careful when the boys were home because one could never guess their sleeping habits, but once they were off to college my world opened up. The parents were easy to predict because they were always asleep by midnight and they both worked downtown so they drove in together. If one had to stay late, the other did too and they would dutifully call to let us know when to expect them. This left only Mona, but she rarely got home before dinnertime because she played every team sport possible and was nearly always at some practice or other after school. And even when she was home, it was okay because she was the one person in the family who knew all my secrets. My sister and I look so much alike people often assume we are twins (especially when they see us with our actual-twin brothers), but she and I are yin/yang opposites in every other way. Mona has an athlete’s locker-room ease with her body and gets no particular thrill out of her own incidentally nudity. However, as she came to understand how I felt about my own nudity, she discovered something about herself. Later in our lives, as I cultivated friends with whom I could go casually naked, Mona sought out girlfriends who were comfortable going naked themselves. When she found a girl who was even more of a nudist than I am, that’s the girl she married (several times, the last one finally being fully legal in our state), and they have now been together more than a decade and have a daughter. When Mona was a senior and I was a sophomore, her two best buddies were a couple of sweet butch chicks who had abandoned their girly given names and adopted the androgynous nicknames of “JB” and “Robbie.” On rare afternoons when there was no sports practice, I’d hear Mona come zipping up the driveway in the convertible and I’d look out the window to see if they were with her so I’d have time to run upstairs to get dressed before they came in the door. But Mona had told JB & Robbie of my nudity obsession, and she teased me relentlessly about it in front of them. She knew I really wanted to go naked in front of them, but for the longest time I could not quite bring myself to do it. Finally one afternoon when I saw them drive up, I decided to just sit back down naked at the dining room table where I’d been doing my homework. When they came in, I pretended to be surprised and made a show of trying to run upstairs, but Mona blocked my path – knowing I wanted her to.  So I shrugged as if it were no big deal and walked into the kitchen to get a coke, and they all followed making such a fuss over me and I loved it. Soon we were all just hanging out in the kitchen with them making sandwiches while I casually leaned against the counter, standing there so exposed, sipping my coke. I knew in that moment that this was what I wanted sensually. I still didn’t know if I was gay or straight (and eventually just accepted being somewhere in between), but I knew I wanted this.  Not long after this happened, the parents announced they were going out of town for a night to watch the boys in some Big Important Game. Mona and I were invited too, but we quickly made our excuses, having seen enough of our brothers’ Big Important Games. Besides, having the parents gone for a night gave us both something we wanted. I would get to be naked and Mona would get to drink. I briefly fantasized that we’d have a big party at our house with all of Mona’s teammates and I’d be naked among them all, but instead Mona went out to a party and I stayed home – but at least I got to be naked longer than usual. My job was to answer the phone when the parents called around 11 p.m. Mona’s plan was to be home by then and be just sober enough to talk on the phone coherently and then after the call she’d go back out again and get truly blasted. Although I did not yet drink or get high, on this special night I poured myself a glass of wine and pretended I was expecting dinner guests. I did not much like the taste of the wine, but I drank most of it and twirled myself around my imaginary ballroom. I did not have time to think about being naked because I was preoccupied with hiding my not-quite-empty-after-three-hours wine glass.  Mona came staggering in the kitchen door from the garage, carrying a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels. JB and Robbie followed, looking more stoned than drunk, and I loved how they grinned and lightly ogled me – clearly appreciating another opportunity to see me naked.  Basking in this moment I was late to notice that a fourth person was walking in the door. It was Nik. She had graduated the year before and went off to college and I didn’t think I’d ever see her again, but here she was standing there grinning at me and saying, “ooooh look at Molly all naked. Aren’t you adorable!” I was so not prepared for this. Nik was in my mind the coolest, most attractive person on the planet and I was thrilled that she even knew my name. But I was standing there naked in front of her, stricken speechless. JB and Robbie spoke for me, giggling in their high state, as they explained to Nik that I was like, you know, a nudist or something. “Cool,” Nik said to me, nodding with approval, her eyes quickly scanning me up and down. “Very cool, Molly. That’s a good look on you.”  She called me by NAME an said I was ADORABLE and that I was COOL because I was NAKED. My head almost exploded. Or maybe it was my clit that almost exploded. I’m not sure. JB and Robbie, however, had lost interest in the conversation and started asking if we had any cookies or cake or Hostess Ho-Hos. They were definitely high. After noisily ransacking our pantry, JB and Robbie left in Mona’s car to go to the nearest convenience store for appropriate munchies, and about the same time Mona passed out on the couch. That left me and Nik . . . alone. Mona’s inert body took up the entire couch so Nik sat down on the facing love seat and patted the cushion next to her, inviting me to sit down right next to her . . . and I did. Our bodies were only a few inches apart, but not yet actually touching. I was so electrifyingly aware of my nakedness and Nik, who I now realized was both drunk and high, started telling me how pretty I was, how beautiful my skin was, that I had the perfect assortment of freckles and so on. She reached up to delicately brush a strand of hair out of my eyes and in that motion her hand was now on my bare back, and her fingertips traced the line of my spine from my neck down to my butt crack. And then her hand traveled around my waist and she counted up my ribs until she reached the underside of my left breast. With her other hand she held my face and kissed me. I opened my mouth to her tongue and we kissed for a long moment as her fingers gently cupped my breast and squeezed. And the phone rang. The sound was so jarring we leaped apart from each other and Mona stirred in her stupor. It was The Call – the parents’ call. I let it ring four times while I composed myself and then finally answered. I had practiced this call and somehow remembered my lines – something about what happened at school today and a funny thing the dog did, and how Mona was in the shower but I was walking up the stairs to let her say hi. The real Mona had by this time roused herself and I met her at the kitchen sink where she had turned on the faucet to fake the sound of the shower. “Hey ‘rents!” she called as if soaped up and then I was back on the line talking about the movie we were going to watch on TV and that I was about to make popcorn. JB and Robbie came in the door midway through my performance and Nik rushed over to shush them. When I finally hung up the phone everyone applauded and cheered, but the spell was broken and Nik only grinned at me and raised one eyebrow. After a while longer she and the others left and Mona passed out again, done for the night. I drank the last of my wine in one gulp, rinsed out the glass and put it back where it belonged so there would be no evidence. Then I went up to my room, gave myself a very satisfying orgasm and fell asleep on top of my covers. That was near the end of Mona’s senior year so suddenly everyone was gone and soon, JB and Robbie were all gone. For reasons I still do not quite comprehend, I could not bring myself to reveal my secret to friends my own age so for my last two years in high school I mainly indulged my desire in private.  So when I went off to college I resolved to “come out” about nudity, at least among girls in my dorm, so I intentionally chose to live in an all-girls dormitory where boys were not permitted beyond the lobby. Every floor had its own kitchenette and common room and by mid-year I was going to those places naked. The kitchenette was drafty in winter, but I would sit there naked eating my cereal in the mornings, and in the evenings I would study in the common room wearing only socks to keep my toes warm. Sometimes very late at night I would go all the way downstairs to the main lobby on the excuse of using the vending machines and if the RA staffing the desk was one of my favorites I would drift over to share my candy and flirt.  When summer came and I was living at home again I felt constricted. I still had some daytime hours to be naked at home alone, but it wasn’t enough anymore. I did finally have the convertible, whose parking spot had become the bricked-in area next to the garden shed where my father had put in a greenhouse-style shelter that served as a carport. This became essential when the top broke and I could only drive the car when it wasn’t raining.  It was late summer, already August, and I was focused on getting back to school but still working my summer job as a barista at a Barnes & Noble bookstore at the mall. I looked up one night and the grin of my next customer looked familiar. It was Nik. “Look at Molly all grown up,” she said. “And still adorable.” Adorable. She called me adorable. She ordered a latte and because we had no other customers my co-workers didn’t mind that I left my post and sat at a table with Nik for a few minutes, chatting oh so casually about what was happening in our lives at that point. I was going into my second year of college, but Nik had already graduated and had a great job out on the West Coast. She had been back home for a week, watching her parents’ house while they were on vacation, and was leaving again in two days. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse that showed off her still-fantastic biceps and shoulder caps. I was absolutely drawn to her and began to flirt shamelessly. She flirted back and finally asked me if I still liked to run around naked, and I told her how much I went naked in my dorm at college, and she grinned at me in a way that made me tingle. My break was way over and she was meeting friends that night, but we agreed that she’d drop by the house the next day at lunchtime. That night as I tossed and turned in bed thinking about what I knew I wanted to do when she came. I wanted to be naked when I opened the door. The next day I was already awake when heard my parents drive away together. After a while I got up and came downstairs naked as I always did, but today was different. Today I was having a guest. All morning I was bouncing-off-the-walls nervous and showered twice in preparation. When I answered the door I did my best to be oh-so-casual about it. She laughed and said she’d been hoping I’d do that. I led her into the living room and invited her to sit on the love seat, and I sat down next to her – exactly as we’d been four years earlier. “So,” I said, having practiced the line, “where were we when we were interrupted?” Nik laughed and put her arm around me, but instead of kissing me she said, “and it’s a good thing we were interrupted too! You were only 15 and I was drunk.” “I’m grown up now.” “I can see that, “ she said looking at my chest, and then her eyes went farther down. I felt myself blushing, and being a white-skinned redhead when I blush I go red halfway down my chest and this just made her laugh some more, but now her hand was on my bare back sliding up and down. I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her towards me, kissing her. She kissed me back and now her other hand was on my ribcage and our tongues were renewing their acquaintance. She pushed back and looked me in the eye. “We really shouldn’t be doing this, Molly,” she said. “I’m going back the day after tomorrow.” “I don’t want to be your girlfriend,” I said, using another practiced line. “I just want to be with you right now.” And then I basically threw myself at her. We kissed and kissed and her fingers went everywhere except where I most wanted them. I tried to put her hand there, but she resisted. “We shouldn’t do that,” she said again, still kissing me and touching me everywhere else. I gave up and relaxed, just letting it happen the way she wanted – and maybe I was a little bit relieved. I let her run her fingers through my pubic hair and caress the insides of my thighs. They would come so close it nearly drove me insane, but I managed not to grab her hand and press it against myself. I just let the moment become what she wanted it to be. Eventually she had to go and I walked her outside. She was surprised that I stepped outside naked so casually, but we were in the back yard and I knew no one could see. We kissed for a lovely long while and then she walked to her car and drove away while I stood and watched her with my hands on my hips.  I spent the afternoon alternately masturbating and resisting the urge to call her. Then it was time to go to work and I reluctantly got dressed and drove to the mall. All that evening I expected her to walk into the bookstore again and come up to order a latte. At least we could talk again. But she didn’t. I left the store and lingered at the entrance, hoping she was waiting in the parking lot, but she wasn’t. When I got home, the parents were just turning off the TV and starting their going-to-bed routines. We chatted a little and then they were in their room and I was in mine, sulking.  I did not yet have a cell phone, but I had my own line in my room. A zillion times I picked up the phone to call her, but stopped myself. And then, just as I’d put the phone down it rang. It was her. She said she’d meant to come by the bookstore again, but she had been out with old friends and the evening had slipped away from her. Now she was back at her parents’ house having just fed the dog. We talked and talked and made each other laugh and said sexy things to each other. She asked if I was naked, but I wasn’t and she seemed disappointed. So I started to undress, telling her exactly what I was taking off as I did so. I was surprised how sexy that was, and by the time I was naked we were both pretty turned on. She said she had been kicking herself for not making love to me when she’d had the chance, and I said there was still time – that we were only 45 minutes away from each other. We shouldn’t, she said again, but I could tell she no longer meant it. I said nothing, and waited. “I wish you were here right now, “she whispered.  “What would you do if I was?” “I’d take you to my bed. And I’d make love to you.” “Promise?” “Yes.” “Then I’m coming right now.” “I hope you do.” “And I’m coming naked.” She laughed. “That would be amazingly sexy, but—“ “See you soon.”  “Molly, wait I hope you’re not really going to—“ I hung up and turned off the ringer in case she called right back. Suddenly in my mind this was the absolute perfect thing to do and I didn’t want to be talked out of it. I did not even go to my bathroom to primp or even brush my hair. My purse was right there, but instead of taking it (with my wallet inside), I reached in and grabbed my keys. I stepped out of my room, quietly closed the door, and slipped silently down the hallway past my parents’ bedroom door, down the stairs and out the back door. I walked across the long back yard in the moonlight to the garden shed where my convertible was parked under the Plexiglas greenhouse-style shelter that served as its carport. I got in and started the car, turning on only the yellow parking lights. Slowly I drove across the bumpy bricks and stones across the yard to the asphalt driveway.  So many times I had done this only to pull the car in next to the house or drive into the garage to end the game. But this time I continued down the long driveway to the cul-de-sac street, and from there to the main street of our neighborhood. We were just on the edge of development so if you turn one way you head toward the mall and the interstate that goes downtown, and if you turn the other way it doesn’t take long before you are in the country. I looked up at the bright crescent moon and noticed for the first time that most of the stars were now covered by clouds and wisps of them were passing in front of the moon at a speed that caught my attention. The practical part of myself told the crazy part of myself that it looked like rain, but neither of us was very worried about it. I’d get there before it rained, I decided.  Fifteen or so minutes into my trip, the first fat raindrop splashed against my bare chest, and I told myself it was okay. Nik’s house was on that very road, I reminded myself – as if that made a lot of difference. For a little while longer I managed to outrun the rain, but then if fell even heavier and I’d forgotten about all the little towns I’d have to drive through. Most are little more than a few blocks on either side of an intersection, but the speed limit drops to 30 mph as you get near them. Not that I expected the state police to have a speed trap set up in the middle of the night, but I didn’t want to attract attention so I slowed down to about 40 as I cruised through. I felt a lot more of the rain at that speed, and even more when I came to the stop signs.  The biggest town is Edwina which has a bunch of stop signs and a real downtown with shops and a square and everything. A few window lights were on here and there, but I saw no one until I hit the main stop light. It was red and I came to a complete stop, but I wasn’t planning on just sitting there waiting for it to turn green. But I stopped for several seconds just to be cautious and took that moment to lean my head back so my face was in the rain and I let it pour all over me. The car upholstery was already squishy wet beneath my butt so it didn’t make much difference anymore.  And then I heard a voice, simply say “hi.”  There was someone on a second-floor porch right above my car – a girl probably 13 or 14. She was on my right and high enough up to look down right into the car and see that I was completely nude.  “Hi,” I said back. “Why are you naked?” she asked. “Because I like to be naked,” I said – as if that explained everything. “How come your top is down in the rain?” “I like to be wet too,” I said. The light by this time had turned green so I blew her a kiss and drove off into the wet and naked night feeling like a pagan goddess of nature who had somehow learned to drive. I was feeling fantastically good about my little adventure until the dashboard lights fizzled and went out. The headlights were still working and the car was still running, but it was freaky having the dashboard completely dark and I started worrying that something would short-circuit and the car would konk out. On top of that, I realized I wasn’t remembering quite right where Nik’s house was. I thought it was just a few miles outside of Edwina, but I wasn’t seeing it. Maybe it was farther out than I remembered. Maybe I’d missed it behind the trees. I also realized that I hadn’t even glanced at the gas gage the whole trip and had no recollection whatsoever how full it had been before I left home. And now I could not see it, so I was worried about running out of gas and not being able to find Nik’s house in time. This was really putting a damper on my sensuous good mood, but then like a miracle I saw it – Nik’s house. It was just as I remembered it – set way back in an open field with those big fake columns. Elated, I pulled into the long driveway and slowed as I got close. I rolled slowly under the porch overhang and out of the rain. I stopped in front of the front door but was afraid to turn of the car because it might not start again.  I waited until I saw Nik standing there in the doorway wearing a robe. I turned off the car and opened the door and got out in front of her so she could see I really had driven all this way naked in an open convertible. All of the eroticism that I’d felt before my bit of panic rushed back into me and I felt in that moment like the most beautiful woman in the world, and in my mind it made perfect sense that I could decide never wear clothing again. Nik reached into the doorway and flipped off the porch light. We could still see each other by the light from the windows, but it was dim and intimate. She untied her robe and let it fall to the ground and she was naked also. We walked towards each other and embraced in a long kiss during which my cold wet body rubbed slipperily against her warm dry skin. She led me inside and upstairs to her bedroom and where in the shadows her many sports trophies looked down on us from their shelf as we made love.  I am not going to go into details about this because my story is not about sex, but I will tell you one small part of it. By the time I had arrived it was practically dawn so after we had each had a lovely orgasm and were holding each other in the growing light. I looked out the window and realized there was a dense fog enveloping the house.  Nik said it happened all the time but to me it was enchanting and I wanted to go outside in it. I ran out into their backyard and she followed. The sun was coming up, but we couldn’t see it, and all of the birds were chattering to the morning. As I twirled around looking at nothing but white I realized I was splashing ankle deep in pooled rainwater. I lay down on my back with my hair in the water and splashed my arms and legs up and down as if I were making a snow angel.  Before I quite realized what she was doing, Nik crawled between my legs and began kissing me there. She was very skilled at this, as I had recently learned, and now I surrendered myself to her dancing tongue as I seemed to float in the shallow water listening to the cacophony of morning birdsongs. My fingers gripped handfuls of submerged grass as I held onto the spinning earth and cried out with the birds. Afterwards, we changed positions and my chin was underwater as I kissed her deeply, trying to be as good at this as she was. I had to wrap my arms around her legs and hold on, my toes digging into the muddy earth as she arched her back and lifted out bodies out of the water a few inches and then splashing back down again.  Somehow we made it back inside and had a really good sleep. I spent all of that day with her, calling in sick at work and leaving a lie on my mother’s answering machine. Nik’s parents had a wet/dry vacuum in the garage and so we did our best to dry out my car’s interior, but it would take a week of baking in the sun to really dry it out. Although we were outside in the daytime, I felt comfortable staying naked since we were so far back from the road. Nik was not, so she slipped on an oversized basketball jersey that came down below her waist far enough to barely cover her lady parts. The arm holes were so big I could see the sides of her breasts and this image stuck with me over the years and eventually became part of my description of “Sam” in the Queen Jamie story. But I stayed naked throughout the day, not having a lot of choice since I had no clothing. Nik played along with my fantasy, insisting several times that I was not permitted to wear anything of hers and would presumably have to drive back home naked. Our time together was brief. We had that one day and the following night and then she would be leaving. I did worry a little at first that I might lose my heart and not want to accept letting her go, but as we talked it became pretty clear that we were not exactly made for each other. We disagreed about pretty much everything that was unrelated to having orgasms – politics, religion, dogs, kids, you name it. So the next morning when our time was up, I felt okay about it. I liked her a lot and still do to this day (we are Facebook friends; she has a spouse and two kids), but I did not fall in love with her. On our last morning, I knew that someone else was going to pick her up and take her to the airport, so all I had to do was say goodbye and drive home. There was still the issue of my lack of clothing and as much as I wanted to drive back home naked, I knew this was not possible – it being 10 a.m. instead of 3 a.m.  Nik toyed with me a bit, pretending she might not loan me anything to wear, and then she stripped off that oversized basketball jersey and handed it to me. So now in that final moment she was naked and I was not. On me, the jersey went down a little farther, but the gaping arm holes came halfway down my ribs. But it was perfect because I still had the feeling of being almost naked as I puttered through those little towns on my way back home. In Edwina, I glanced up and the porch where I’d see the girl, but no one was there now. The car upholstery was still very wet and the jersey quickly became saturated under my butt and back, but that was okay with me since it simply added to the sensuality of the experience. When I got back home I backed the car into its usual spot, glad that it was under a clear Plexiglas shelter so the sun could do its job drying things out. When I got out of the car I pulled off the jersey and draped it over the garden fence to dry. Then I sauntered naked carrying only my keys across the yard and let myself in the back door – just a naked girl coming home. True Tales of Molly Driving Naked, Part 3 After college I moved with my then boyfriend to a new city where we both got jobs and lived together for about a year until we fell apart. We had never actually been that good of a couple and it was a mistake to move in together, but as it happened, our romance was at its peak when we graduated and I was temporarily unable to see the obvious.  I didn’t much like the job either, but it gave me a chance to make new friends. I am by nature pretty social and can walk into a crowd of strangers and start up a conversation with just about anyone. I did this a lot in the company cafeteria where I would scan the room holding my tray and pick someone to sit with. If I spotted a woman who looked a little butch and possibly lesbian I would pick her. I wasn’t looking for romance or sex, but just that comradely familiarity I had become so comfortable with. And so I pretty quickly found some gay chicks to hang out with and through them I started playing on a softball team managed by a very dyke couple who were outrageously fun to be around. They were over 50 and had been together most of their adult lives. Both had short-short-short hair, tattoos and some bad-ass sports competitive attitude. They were both from the Tennessee and cussed with a hilarious combination of raunchiness and quaintly Southern expressions. These women owned a peeling-yellow Victorian house in the heart of downtown and they rented out rooms – but only to women they liked. There were six or so residents of the house at any given time, but other women would always be there hanging out so whenever I visited them it was like there was a little party going on. Slightly more than half of the women were openly gay while the rest were an amalgamation of straight, bi, curious and closeted. (At various times, I have self-identified with each of those four variants). About a year into my job I decided to make two big changes in my life . I quit my job to get my masters degree, and I decided to quit the boyfriend too. The second decision was bad timing financially because the boyfriend made a lot more money and his name was on the lease. I was desperate for a cheap place to live and The Roommates made a spot for me. The spot in question, however, was a teeny-tiny room on the third floor of the house that had previously never been rented because it was so small. But it was big enough for a bed and a desk and the rent was cheap so I gladly took it.  By the time I moved in, the women of the house already knew me fairly well and they had heard me talk about my nudity habits but had not actually seen me do it. It took me a little while, but eventually I was comfortable enough to be nude in the common areas downstairs. I’d come home from class or work or whatever and go upstairs to my tiny room and undress and then come way back downstairs to the first floor where The Roommates and some visitor or other would be hanging out in the kitchen drinking, cooking and talking while great music was coming out of about eight speakers they’d wired up around the house.  It was easy enough for me to become comfortable being nude around the actual Roommates, but you just never knew who else might walk in the door. There was an assortment of “Ex-Roommates” who had previously lived at The House, plus “Honorary Roommates,” which were women who occasionally slept on one of the many couches when they were too drunk to drive home. My favorite place to hang out has always been the kitchen in part because there is a narrow spiral staircase next to the still-operating dumbwaiter. The staircase was originally used by servants, but it is my escape door when I need it. So when I’d be in the kitchen and hear the hubbub of someone coming in the front door and greeting everyone, I could take a quick peek through the swinging kitchen door and decide whether I was comfortable walking out there naked to say hello or sneak up the stairway to my little room. I rarely chose the latter. So about a year into my residency with The Roommates, I was nearly done with my masters degree and got a new job that paid reasonably well. I desperately needed a car and went to some car lots to see what I could get. I ended up buying a used PT Cruiser that was burgundy with fake wood panels and a sunroof. Also, it had darkly tinted windows. As the car salesman drove it up their back parking area to the front of the dealership I noticed that I could barely see him in there and my first thought was: I could drive naked in that thing! After I bought it and drove it back to The House and showed it to The Roommates everyone came to the same conclusion and began egging me on. And so, that very first day that I brought home the car, I took my first naked drive. The House had a freestanding one-car garage, but it was perpetually occupied by an ancient sports car one of the Homeowners planned to fix up one of these days. As I write this, I have been an off-again/on-again resident of this house for 10 years and during that time no one has ever attempted to drive or repair that car. Just sayin’. Since the garage was perpetually unavailable for actual operational automobiles, those were parked on a weed-grown bricked-in area beside the garage off of an alley. Although The House was surrounded by skyscrapers it still had a little outdoor privacy because of an ancient network of arbors laden with tree-like wisteria. So it was possible for me to walk naked from the back porch to my car and get in as The Roommates cheered me on. So that afternoon, I walked naked and barefoot, carrying only my cell phone, from the house to my car and got in, the seat nice and cold against my butt (I love that moment). That first drive several of the roommates followed in another car as I drove down the little alley and into the city streets.  We live pretty close to the center of downtown, and even when you drive in the opposite direction it is a very busy place with traffic and people on bikes and pedestrians and tall buildings. Intellectually, I knew that no one could see me, but from my point of view looking out, it felt like I was very visible.  Nothing much happened that is worth writing about. I just drove around a little and worked my way back to the house where I got out of my car and sauntered up to the back porch as the others applauded. For my next nude driving experience I wanted to take a trip without another car escorting me -- though of course the roommates were diligently "on call" to come to my rescue if need be. I wore sandals this time, and brought a small purse. I also had a destination, a lunchtime visit to one of the honorary roommates who lives out in the burbs with a husband and two kids. It's about a 20-minute drive, including congested spots when cars are jammed close together barely moving. I felt so exposed sitting there, the sun bright on my skin, but no one looked at me because to them I was just a vaguely humanoid shadow. My friend, of course, was in on the arrangements so she left her garage door open so I could drive right in to the spot where her husband normally parks. She was supposed to shut the garage door after I pulled in, but she forgot that part so as I got out of my car I was briefly exposed to potential passers-by. And then we. . . simply had lunch in her kitchen and chatted. I stayed for an hour or so and then I left -- first phoning my rescue crew to let them know I was in motion.  Again, nothing spectacular "happened" and yet the thrill I felt was like being on the best drug possible. And like a drug, it was addictive -- if only in the way that, say, chocolate is addictive. So in the next several weeks I had many little trips to friends' houses. Meanwhile, of course, autumn turned to winter. The leaves were completely gone and the temperature not much above freezing, but I did not wear a coat nor anything at all, except warmer shoes and sometimes a hat. I was in a monthly book club that met at a different person’s house each time and I went to one of the meetings nude, just carrying my book. Another time, I helped out a friend who was an insurance agent and was having a bunch of records digitized so she needed someone to just go through them all removing the paper clips and staples. Her office was in one of those “industrial park” areas in the suburbs, but it was like a ghost town on Sundays. So I was able to just drive right up, park in the lot in front and saunter from my car to her office door as if going to my regular job naked. This would, I suppose, be a more interesting story if something finally went wrong and I ran out of gas or had a flat tire or something. But nothing like that happened and most of the time I went completely unnoticed – except a couple times.  While I was coming back from one of these little visits, one of the roommates called to tell me that one of the other roommates needed a ride home from work and I eagerly accepted the request to pick her up because now I had a mission -- a task to be performed naked. The workplace in question was in the heart of the city awash in people getting off work and/or going someplace to eat or drink. She was waiting on the sidewalk and I pulled up in front.  When she opened the door, though, she took her sweet time getting in and just stood there for several seconds with the passenger door completely open. There were probably a dozen people standing right there waiting for the crosswalk signal to change. One by one they began to notice me, nudging each other until they were all staring as my friend finally managed to get in and close the door. 

The Party byBobbieKayeCutie© This is a standalone story, unrelated to my Kristy or my Little Miss Cutie stories. As I've said in some of my other stories, when I write, you'll find it is 95% story, and 5% sex. This story doesn't actually describe any sexual encounters, but focuses more on embarrassing nudity. I don't necessarily enjoy stories that focus too much on detailed description of sexual encounters. As in real life, sex is only a small part of who we are, and that is reflected in the stories I write. I hope you enjoy this embarrassing little tale! ***** The lights dimmed everywhere but on Bobbie Kaye. Reaching around the back of her little black dress, she took hold of the zipper, while she contemplated her unfortunate choice of clothing. She'd almost gone with a black pencil skirt and blue silk pullover that absolutely had to be worn with a bra or a camisole underneath. But she'd chosen the black dress, and lacked even the temporary protection a bra would have offered. She wasn't intending to draw the event out so tantalizingly, but the zipper momentarily became stuck. She finally drew the zipper down, and proceeded to pull the dress forward and over her shoulders. Hesitating as long as she felt she could, and then closing her eyes, she allowed the garment to fall to her feet and stepped out of it. Her small but perfectly formed breasts, with their surprisingly hard nipples, were on full display, just north of her last line of defense, her panties. *** Bobbie Kaye hated staying home on Saturday night. It was absolutely the worst. Fortunately, the twenty seven year old woman was popular enough that she usually had a date, and if no male companion was available, she would call one of her many girlfriends and head to the movies or a club; anything to avoid sitting around the house. So when her date called at three in the afternoon to cancel for that very evening, she was extremely disappointed. They'd made plans two weeks prior for dinner and a movie, and she'd been looking forward to it all week. This last minute bad news ruined her good mood. She made some phone calls, trying to find somebody she could hang out with for the evening, but on such short notice, everybody she called already had plans. She eventually gave up, deciding to rent a couple of DVDs and order a pizza. She was searching through the latest movie releases at the local RedBox, trying to find something she hadn't seen yet but wanted to, when she heard someone call her name. She turned around to find Mickey, a friend of a friend, smiling at her. "Hey Cutie," he said, using the nickname most of her friends used. "No date tonight?" He was carrying a bag with a bottle of wine inside, and had seen her through the front window. Bobbie Kaye couldn't help looking depressed. She gave him a sad smile, shaking her head. "Called off at the last minute." "Well, you wanna go to a party?" Bobbie Kaye's eyes lit up. She barely knew this guy, but he was a friend of Gerald's, and Gerald was pretty cool. And it sure beat staying home. "Tonight?" she asked cautiously. "Yeah, just a little get together at a friend's place. Party games, food, drinks, dancing, you know, the usual." "Anybody I know?" "I doubt it. This guy's got some serious money, and a nice house," Mickey explained. "He runs in a different circle." "He won't mind if a poor girl like me shows up?" she asked with an embarrassed smile. "I doubt if you're really poor, Cutie," he replied. "But no, he's not like that. Not stuck up at all. You'll be welcome, I'm sure." Bobbie Kaye pondered for a moment, then flashed a smile and said "Count me in!" They made plans for Mickey to pick her up at seven thirty, and Bobbie Kaye, forgetting all about the DVDs she'd planned on renting, drove home to get ready. The doorbell rang at seven thirty sharp, and Bobbie Kaye found Mickey standing there, actually looking pretty good. He wasn't a bad looking guy, but dressed as he was in snazzy casual attire, she couldn't help but think that he shined up nicely. No flowers, she noticed, but then chided herself. This wasn't a date, not really, just two acquaintances going to a party together. She was going to get to dance, which she loved, and since this wasn't a date, she'd likely get to spend time with a lot of different guys. And most important, she didn't have to sit home alone on Saturday night. Mickey escorted her downstairs and out to the street, where she saw a fancy BMW waiting at the curb. When Mickey opened the back door for her, she was momentarily confused. Then she saw that someone was already sitting behind the wheel, and Mickey joined her in the back seat. "Cutie, this is my brother Charlie," he said. "He's our designated driver. I'm planning on having a few drinks tonight, and I have no intention of driving afterward. He'll be back to pick us up after the party." Bobbie Kaye said hi, and thanked him. She was relieved, too. She refused to ride with anybody she knew had been drinking, at least more than one. She'd been forced to find her own way home a few times, when one guy or another had demonstrated less discretion. She had no problem with alcohol, and liked to have a drink or two, maybe more, herself sometimes. But drinking and driving was out of the question. She noticed that they were heading toward an upscale part of town. Bobbie Kaye was ready, though, decked out in her best little black dress, her long auburn hair pinned up in what she thought was a sophisticated style, and wearing her favorite fashion jewelry. She didn't own many expensive items, just a couple of heirloom pieces. But she had a nice selection of costume jewelry, and she thought this particular necklace and earring set looked like real diamonds. They eventually pulled up in front of what looked to Bobbie Kaye like a mansion. Her eyes opened wide as she glanced about the neighborhood. Lots of Mercedes, Volvos and BMWs, with nary a Ford, Nissan or Toyota in sight. The two story house, which was situated on a large lot, seemed huge to a girl who lived alone in a one bedroom apartment. Mickey led her toward the house, and they were greeted at the door by their host Edward and his lovely wife Madeline. Both appeared to be in their mid forties, and each was dressed in a designer outfit that boasted of taste, not gaudiness. Edward welcomed their latest guests, inviting them to join the festivities. Madeline offered a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek. Music was coming from a room off to the right, while a buffet table filled with a variety of appetizing delights foods beckoned from straight ahead. More than a dozen well dressed guests were visible, dancing, eating or talking. Bobbie Kaye looked around, feeling just a little underdressed. Her dress, which was her very favorite, had still come from a discount store, while most of the other guests looked like they'd stepped out of fashion magazines. "You hungry, Cutie?" asked Mickey. "Or would you like to dance?" Bobbie Kaye's face brightened then, and any concerns she'd been harboring quickly evaporated. "Let's have a dance first," she said, "but I want to eat soon. I'm starving." So they hit the floor, and Mickey proved himself a worthy dance partner. Bobbie Kaye loved dancing, and she was actually quite talented. But Mickey kept up well, and she thought the evening was getting off to a great start. Over the next hour or so, Bobbie Kaye found time to partake of a few of the inviting dishes, and she was asked to dance by three other gentlemen. Mickey didn't seem to mind, as he'd been dancing with several of the available women. At nine o'clock, their host Edward called everyone to attention. "I would like to thank everyone for being here tonight, especially my good friend Mickey, and his very attractive lady friend, Bobbie Kaye." Bobbie Kaye blushed at the unexpected burst of applause, which seemed to be directed toward her. "As most of you know," Edward continued, "I sometimes like to spice up my parties with a little game of chance." Bobbie Kaye smiled at that, too. But if they were planning on playing poker, they might be out of her league, financially speaking. She usually played for quarters, or dollars maybe, but these people probably played for hundreds. "The rules for tonight's game are quite simple," Edward explained. "There are twenty six guests present this evening, in addition to Madeline and myself. Each of the twenty eight of us here will draw a single card from a shuffled deck. Whoever draws the highest card wins. In the event of a tie, all those with the highest card will draw again until a winner is determined for that hand." Bobbie Kaye was trying to imagine where this was going. She'd never heard of a game of chance, of any sort of card game, like that. "The winner will then move to the sidelines and enjoy the rest of the game as an observer. The twenty seven remaining players will repeat the process with a freshly shuffled deck. The winner of each round will step aside, and the game will continue." It sounded strange, but Bobbie Kaye's curiosity was piqued. "The final round will be played between the two remaining participants who have yet to win a hand. One of those two will win, and the other player, who will not have won any of the previous twenty seven hands, will be declared the loser." Bobbie Kaye wondered where this was all going. What was the point of playing so many hands, only to have one player named as the loser? "The loser, to whom I shall now refer as the 'Star,' will then remove all of his or her clothing, and will spend the remainder of the party in the nude." Oh. "The Star will be expected to participate fully in all aspects of the party, including dancing at least once with anyone who asks. Any embarrassment the Star may feel is to be endured. There will be no attempts to cover up or hide his or her nudity in any way. If this rule is violated, upon the third such offense, the Star will be required to complete a forfeit, the nature of which will be announced at that time. Oh, and cameras are forbidden," he added. "No photos will be taken, nor videos recorded. The Star will be subject to the appropriate embarrassment tonight, but no photographic record is to be kept." Bobbie Kaye stood there, her mouth gaping, trying to comprehend what she'd just heard. A stripping game? A real, live stripping game! She'd heard about stripping games, but had never actually participated in one. She was so shy about her body. Not that she was ashamed, not at all. She was petite and slender, with small, perky breasts she felt were just the right size for her frame. But secretly, and Bobbie Kaye had never told anyone this, the idea of being seen naked by a lot of people was a huge turn on. It was a favorite fantasy, to be caught in public with nothing on, where everyone could see her. She would have nowhere to hide in this fantasy, and no way to cover herself. Everybody would be able to see her little boobies, and her neatly trimmed kitty-cat, and her round bubble butt, and the fantasy always made her so hot. But this was reality. She couldn't do it for real, it was just a fantasy. However, as she thought about it, she realized that there were twenty eight people playing the game, so her odds of losing were only one in twenty eight. There were lots of good looking guys there, too, and the idea of watching one of them strip was actually beginning to turn her on. Or maybe one of the other girls would lose, and would be so embarrassed. The thought of watching another girl strip in front of everybody was appealing, too. Not that Bobbie Kaye was into girls, no way. "I have an agreement for everyone to sign," announced Edward. "It repeats the rules that I have enumerated, and states simply, in plain, clear English, that you agree to the terms of the game. It further states that if the Star refuses to disrobe as the rules require, that he or she will be held immobile by other guests, while his or her clothing is cut from his or her body and into shreds with a pair of scissors, rendering the items useless later when it's time to leave. And no other cover will be provided." Bobbie Kaye told herself it didn't matter, that she wasn't going to lose. Still, she glanced down at her little black dress. She didn't want her dress cut to shreds. If she did lose, she'd have to undress on her own. But with such long odds, she wasn't worried at all. Much. "If anyone chooses not to participate in the game, I must ask you to leave now. There will be no hard feelings if you do, and it will not affect our friendship. But I hope you all choose to stay. I believe you'll find my little party game quite enjoyable." No one left. There would be twenty eight players. But despite the minimal chance that she'd lose, Bobbie Kaye felt a knot in her stomach. She also felt a hint of wetness in her kitty-cat. Glancing through the agreement, she signed it, albeit nervously, and prepared to play the game. She'd completely forgotten about Mickey, who tapped her on the shoulder. "Cutie, I had no idea Edward was planning something like this." She forced a smile. "It's okay, Mickey. The odds of me losing are small," she smiled, "and I think it'll be fun watching somebody get all embarrassed when they have to strip." The game began. The first round, Bobbie Kaye drew the King of Clubs, and was feeling pretty confident until three people drew aces. Those three drew a second card, and a good looking guy named Chad took a seat at the side of the room, looking just a little smug. The cards were shuffled again, and this time a very beautiful young lady named Shannon, with long brown curls and a narrow waist, had the high card. The third round was won by a tall brunette wearing a skirt so short that, along with her bare midriff, if she had lost, she wouldn't have been revealing much more than she already was. The game progressed, and by the twentieth round, Edward and Madeline had each won a hand, as had Mickey. There were eight people remaining in the game, three men and five women, including Bobbie Kaye. She could feel her heart beating faster, but she told herself that she still had really good odds. The next round Bobbie Kaye drew first, and saw that she held the Ace of Diamonds. Smiling, she flashed her card to Mickey, who was sitting along the wall with the other winners. "Make room for me," she mouthed. But Diane, a tall, slender brunette with very large and obviously fake breasts, drew the Ace of Clubs. They each had to draw another card, and Bobbie Kaye pulled the King of Diamonds. Again she smiled, until Diane drew the Ace of Spades. Bobbie Kaye was beginning to feel really nervous. She should have won that time, but the fates had smiled on Diane instead. Each of the next two rounds, Bobbie Kaye drew face cards, but neither was enough to get her out of the game. Five players remained. In addition to Bobbie Kaye, there was Jessica, a tall, full figured brunette, and Helen, a woman probably in her late forties who still had a model's good looks and a trim, lithe body. Then there was Jan, a bubbly blond with huge but natural boobs, along with the only remaining male, a buff guy named Derek, who Bobbie Kaye was hoping would lose. But Bobbie Kaye still had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to strip naked in front of all these people. Yet at the same time, a part of her wanted exactly that. It was a huge fantasy, being seen naked by a crowd of people. But this wasn't a fantasy, this was reality, and she was growing increasingly nervous with each succeeding draw of the cards. Again she drew a king, but again it wasn't enough. Jessica drew a three, Derek a four, and Helen a seven. But Jan turned over an ace, and she let out a sigh of relief. Bobbie Kaye wasn't the only one who was worried. Jessica giggled nervously as she drew the Jack of Diamonds, crossing her fingers as Helen reached into the pile. Helen's hands had actually begun to shake, and the nine she turned over didn't help. Derek drew a two, and then Bobbie Kaye turned over a ten. Jessica let out a little gasp of relief. Just three people remained, and Bobbie Kaye sensed she was really in trouble. This time Derek drew the high card, leaving Helen and Bobbie Kaye. Helen was a beautiful woman, but on closer inspection, Bobbie Kaye noticed a few lines near her eyes, and a bit of sagging around her neck. Bobbie Kaye thought that, without her clothes, Helen's youthful beauty might be betrayed by the reality of time. That outcome could prove far more embarrassing to the classy lady than it would for Bobbie Kaye. Helen reached for the freshly shuffled deck, and drew the Four of Clubs. A hint of panic swept across her face then, and Bobbie Kaye felt a twinge of pity. At least until she drew her own card, the Three of Spades. Helen began to giggle, knowing that she'd been miraculously rescued from exposing herself to all present, many of whom were her close friends. And that was the only thing in Bobbie Kaye's favor at that moment, the fact that other than Mickey, she'd never see any of these people again. She glanced around the room, finding twenty seven pairs of eyes focused on her, a smile beneath each pair. Edward guided Bobbie Kaye to a raised platform in the corner of the room. "You're the Star, dear Bobbie Kaye! You were unable to win a single draw in twenty seven tries, and from now on, you're the Star of the party!" As she ascended three steps to the makeshift stage, Bobbie Kaye glanced around the room again. She couldn't help taking note of so many people, more than two dozen well dressed men and women, eagerly anticipating her abject humiliation. "I... um... can I... I need..." she stuttered self consciously. "Water... no, tequila... please... I need a... a drink." Madeline, the hostess, brought tray bearing a bottle of Don Patron and a small glass. Bobbie Kaye filled the glass, downed it, then another. Madeline stepped away, taking the glass and the tequila with her. Bobbie Kaye stood alone with everybody watching her. She knew what she had to do. The lights dimmed everywhere but on Bobbie Kaye. Reaching around the back of her little black dress, she took hold of the zipper, while she contemplated her unfortunate choice of clothing. She'd almost gone with a black pencil skirt and blue silk pullover that absolutely had to be worn with a bra or a camisole underneath. But she'd chosen the black dress, and lacked even the temporary protection a bra would have offered. She wasn't intending to draw the event out so tantalizingly, but the zipper momentarily became stuck. She finally drew the zipper down, and proceeded to pull the dress forward and over her shoulders. Hesitating as long as she felt she could, and then closing her eyes, she allowed the garment to fall to her feet and stepped out of it. Her small but perfectly formed breasts, with their surprisingly hard nipples, were on full display, just north of her last line of defense, her panties. And sexy panties they were. She'd worn a pair of frilly black satin panties, along with lacy thigh high stockings and black two inch pumps. With her eyes still tightly shut, Bobbie Kaye could hear applause and whistles, along with a few lewd comments. One of Bobbie Kaye's most admirable qualities was that she always tried to play fair. She'd agreed to play this silly game, and felt honor bound to go through with it. She knew that she would've been enjoying this part of the evening immensely, had the outcome been different. Remembering that she wasn't allowed to cover herself, she willed herself to keep her arms to her sides. Her eyes remained closed as well, as she allowed the party guests to drink in the spectacle of her nearly nude form. She heard giggling then, followed by a female voice declaring "They're so tiny!" Another female voice asked "How old is she? Twelve?" The first voice replied "When I was twelve, my boobs were bigger than hers!" Another thing about Bobbie Kaye was that while her breasts were small, she felt they were perfectly proportioned to her slender frame. And for someone as easy going as she usually was, one thing she wouldn't tolerate was disparaging comments about her figure. She was actually very proud of her breasts, and often wore tops or sweaters that accentuated how small they were. She opened her eyes then, searching for the offending voices. She immediately recognized the faces behind those voices. Jan, the blond with the oversized but apparently natural breasts, and Diane, the tall brunette with what were obviously silicone enhancements, and not very good ones at that, were the perpetrators of the rude remarks. Bobbie Kaye was down from the platform and in their faces before either woman knew what was happening. Standing there in just her panties, stockings and shoes, her embarrassment momentarily forgotten, Bobbie Kaye proceeded to offer a piece of her mind. "You bimbos got a problem with my breasts?" she asked sharply. Both women were taken aback by Bobbie Kaye's surprising display of fortitude. "My breasts are perfect, and I wouldn't change them for the world." Both women actually took a step backward as Bobbie Kaye encroached upon their collective space. "I certainly wouldn't waste my hard earned money on fake boobs," she said, her finger pointing at Diane's chest. "Especially boobs that look as bad as those things. What, did you have a couple of soccer balls installed in there?" Laughter erupted throughout the room. "Nobody as skinny as you could have boobs that big without paying for them," she sneered. "Or maybe it was your sugar daddy that paid for them?" Diane didn't say a word, but her bright red face betrayed her humiliation. "And you," she continued, turning to Jan. "Yours look real enough. But unlike your friend here, I'll bet when you take your bra off, they hang so far down that you can't see your belly button!" Jan's face began to turn crimson, but she offered no response. "And when you're fifty and they're drooping to your waist, and your back is killing you, my boobies will still be sitting way up high and perky." More laughter from the other partygoers. Both women mumbled apologies, and tried to back farther away. Bobbie Kaye figured they'd had enough, and headed back for the platform. Her own embarrassment, briefly forgotten, was swiftly returning, but then something unexpected happened. The other party guests began to applaud. The sound confused her at first, but when she reached the platform and turned around, still dressed in nothing but her black satin panties, thigh highs and shoes, she realized that everyone was applauding her! The show of support from the other guests only served to embarrass her further, however, but she appreciated the gesture. After a few minutes, things began to settle down, and Bobbie Kaye knew she had to finish undressing. She was bending down to unfasten a shoe when she heard Edward call her name. "Excuse me, Bobbie Kaye?" She looked up, hoping that her little display of self confidence might have earned her the right to keep her panties on. "On behalf of... most of... my friends here this evening," he said, glancing sideways in the direction of Jan and Diane, "I'd like to thank you for what you just said to a couple of my less thoughtful guests. You clearly have a wonderful body image, and are to be congratulated." More applause. "Um... thank you, Edward. Um... this is... this is who I am, and I have nothing to be ashamed of." She took a little breath. "Embarrassed, maybe," she conceded, "by the circumstances, I mean, but... but not ashamed." "Well," Edward continued, "I'd like to inform you that you do not have to remove everything you're wearing." Bobbie Kaye's eyes lit up! "Please keep your shoes and stockings on. When you remove your panties, you'll seem even more naked, dressed in those and nothing else." Her hopes for salvation dashed, Bobbie Kaye hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and, not wanting to prolong the show, quickly pulled them down past her stockings and shoes and stepped out of them. She could not believe that she was standing in front of twenty seven people, totally exposed, but she was doing exactly that. Somehow it didn't quite match her fantasies, where she was always so turned on. At that moment, she was just embarrassed. Her appreciative audience studied her slender body, making no effort to be subtle. She'd lost the game, and was there to be stared at. Bobbie Kaye could almost feel the eyes studying her. It was like the lightest down roaming freely up and down her nude body, coming to rest on her achingly erect nipples, on the little triangle of neatly trimmed hair at the bottom of the silky smooth skin that followed the curve of her body down to where her slender, stocking clad legs began, and back up to her smooth, round bottom. Her entire body was blushing, and felt rigid as she fought every instinct to cover herself. But using every ounce of willpower she could muster, she just stood as calmly as possible while everyone drank in the details of her petite, pale body. But the novelty of a naked party guest eventually began to dwindle, and Bobbie Kaye wondered what she should do next. Edward approached her and politely asked for a dance. She gratefully accepted and, trying to ignore her situation, Bobbie Kaye soon found herself dancing with a series of very polite and thoughtful gentlemen. After a while, Bobbie Kaye decided she was hungry, and headed for the buffet. She selected a few tasty looking morsels, and requested a margarita to wash them down. And she was careful not to cover herself with the tray. She didn't want to violate that rule, and have to do some humiliating and degrading task as a forfeit. Just as she finished eating, Jan, the blond, approached her, holding an icy drink of some sort in her hand and looking very contrite. "I want to apologize," she began. "Diane and I were out of line, and you didn't deserve to be laughed at." Bobbie Kaye was pleasantly surprised by this unexpected turn of events, and was about to accept the apology when the Diane, the brunette, came up behind Jan and gave her a little shove. Jan turned her drink upside down on Bobbie Kaye's chest, soaking her with an icy bath of some sort of alcoholic beverage. Bobbie Kaye let out a little shriek when the cold liquid hit her, drawing everyone's attention. But Diane was quick to the rescue, handing her a large towel she just happened to be carrying. Bobbie Kaye gratefully accepted the towel and began to dry herself off. Edward approached then, a stern look on his face. "You can finish drying off, Bobbie Kaye, but that's your first violation." She stared quizzically at him. "You covered up. Two more violations and you'll be required to pay a forfeit." "But... I... she..." she started to protest, but quickly gave up. "Well, can I finish drying off without another penalty?" "Yes, you may as well continue. But twice more, and..." "Yeah, I know. I'll have to pay a forfeit." A few minutes later, Bobbie Kaye felt the urge to pee. She asked for directions to the bathroom, then headed off to relieve herself. Locked safely inside, she didn't see Jan and Diane running over to Edward, excitedly pointing in the direction of the bathroom. Edward was waiting when Bobbie Kaye came out. "That's twice, Bobbie Kaye," he sternly admonished her. "What, I'm not allowed to pee?" she objected. "Of course you are. But you're not allowed to close the door. That's tantamount to covering up. That's your second offense. Once more, and you'll be paying a forfeit." Fuming, Bobbie Kaye stormed off. She realized she was being set up, but didn't know what to do about it. She'd signed the agreement before the game started, and she realized she was trapped. Besides, she always played fair, even when others didn't. It was just part of who she was. But she was determined not to cover herself again. She was still very much the center of attention, and soon found herself dancing again. She'd begun to enjoy herself once more, and was trying to put her nudity out of her mind. She did rather like being the focus of the party, although she wished it were for a different reason. Another drink followed, and then another, and she soon had to pee again. This time, taking no chances, she made an announcement, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I'm going to pee again," Bobbie Kaye said loudly. "And this time, I'll leave the door wide open. So if anybody really wants to watch," she added sarcastically, "feel free." She sat on the toilet, waiting for the bathroom to fill with party goers wanting to watch her during this private act. She saw a couple of people pass by the door, surreptitiously trying to catch a glimpse of something. But no one overtly attempted to watch as she relieved herself. A little later, Diane, the brunette, meandered over to where Bobbie Kaye was dancing with yet another gentleman. "May I cut in?" she asked politely. Though irritated by the interruption, Bobbie Kaye graciously stepped aside, allowing Diane to join the gentleman on the dance floor. But she was stunned when Diane moved toward her, slipping her arms about her. Bobbie Kaye started to pull away, but Diane, her arms already around Bobbie Kaye's waist, held on firmly. Bobbie Kaye wasn't accustomed to dancing with another woman, and Diane recognized her hesitance. "Don't you recall Edward's rules?" she inquired with sugary sweetness, locking her fingers behind Bobbie Kaye's back. "He said you're to dance with anyone who asks. So, may I have this dance?" Bobbie Kaye silently acquiesced, and unenthusiastically began following Diane's lead, while the tempo of the music slowed to a crawl. Bobbie Kaye's face was pressed against the taller woman's silicone boobs, at least satisfying her curiosity about one thing. Diane's breasts were unnaturally firm, not soft and inviting as she'd imagined another woman's breasts might be. Not that she'd ever felt another woman's breasts, of course. Jan approached then, carrying what looked like an ancient Polaroid camera. Bobbie Kaye looked up, saw the camera, and let out a panicked scream. "No cameras!" she shrieked, breaking free from Diane's grasp, darting behind a nearby sofa and dropping to her knees. Of course, the scream attracted everyone's attention, including that of Edward, who walked directly to where Jan was standing. "What are you doing with my antique camera?" he demanded. "I was just showing it to Diane and Bobbie Kaye." "This model is very rare," he admonished her. "It's already broken, and I haven't had a chance to have it repaired yet. Besides, it's all but impossible to find film for it. I would appreciate it if you didn't touch my collection without my permission!" he added sharply. Jan apologized, but as she stepped away, the smile on her face was obvious to everyone but Edward. He had turned his attention to Bobbie Kaye, who was still hiding behind the sofa. "Bobbie Kaye," he said, loudly enough for all to hear. "That was your third violation. Time has come to pay your forfeit." Bobbie Kaye stepped out from behind the sofa and faced him, or rather she faced his shoes, her head hung low. "What do I have to do?" she asked softly. Whatever it was, she knew she'd have to do it. Everyone gathered around them, and Edward spoke slowly and clearly. "Bobbie Kaye, this is your forfeit..." He began reading from a piece of paper. "You have to walk the block and a half to the convenience store down the road. Dressed, I should add, exactly as you are now, in your stockings and shoes, and nothing else. You will buy a bottle of tequila, I'll give you the money, and bring it back here. And no covering up." She looked at him aghast. "I can't do that!" she objected. "I'll get arrested!" "No, you won't. Some of my guests will be nearby, to make sure you don't cover yourself, by the way, and to ensure your safety." "I can't go outside like this, Edward," she pleaded, panic creeping into her voice. "I can't." Poor Bobbie Kaye! Why had she agreed to this silly game? She'd almost grown accustomed to being nude in front of everybody, but she could feel herself growing red again as she stood amidst the circle of mirthful guests. She again was feeling very naked, and tried to hide her kitty-cat with her hands. Edward smiled ruefully. "You disappoint me, Bobbie Kaye," and that statement made her feel even worse. "You did agree to play the game, and you'd be laughing right along with the rest of us if you'd been among the winners, and someone else were now in your position." Her honor now challenged, Bobbie Kaye tried to pluck up the courage to do it. They'd tricked her into having to pay the forfeit, but she'd have to do it. But in the end, she just couldn't. "I can't do it," she said quietly, moisture gathering in her eyes. "Not outside, not in public. I just can't." Edward seemed to be moved by her plight. "Well, you still have to pay a forfeit, Bobbie Kaye," he said. "And you know the punishment if you refuse. Your nice dress..." Looking through teary eyes, she nodded. "We will cut up your clothes," he said gently. "And believe me, we will do it. You'll have to make your own way home then, dressed just as you are. So which will it be, your clothes, or a forfeit?" "Forfeit," she said quietly, wiping her eyes with the heels of her hands. She didn't want her favorite dress cut up. And while she knew Mickey would see her home, she'd still have to get into her apartment naked. If any of her neighbors saw her, she'd just die from embarrassment. "Okay, here's what we'll do," Edward began. "Everybody will write a forfeit on a piece of paper, and we'll put them all in a hat. You'll pick one out, and whatever it is, you will do it." His gaze pierced her naked body, and went right to her heart. "And if you refuse, I think we'll be justified in cutting up your clothes. I expect the guests at my parties to keep their word." Bobbie Kaye nodded, a little relieved at this turn of events. What could possibly be worse than having to go shopping in the nude? Nothing could be worse than that. Could it? Each guest wrote a forfeit, folded it over and placed it in an old silk top hat Edward had produced for the occasion. Bobbie Kaye searched the faces around her, wondering whether she'd made the right choice. Mostly she saw sympathy in those faces, but both Jan and Diane sported little smirks where smiles might have been. Her hand trembling, Bobbie Kaye closed her eyes and drew a folded slip of paper out of the hat. She gave it to Edward, and he opened it and read first to himself, then for all to hear. "Bobbie Kaye, you are going to lie down on that sofa right there, spread your legs, and masturbate until you climax. With everyone watching," he added. Bobbie Kaye couldn't believe what she'd just heard! There was no way she could do that. It would be too humiliating to endure! Yet the moment she began to think about it, the waterworks opened up. She couldn't believe the idea was actually turning her on, but it was. She'd been feeling horny most of the evening, although she hadn't admitted it even to herself, and this was her chance to do something about it. Plus, it fed into one of her favorite, most secret fantasies. And she didn't know any of these people, and would never see any of them again. Except Mickey! She walked over to him and grabbed his arm, dragging him away from the crowd. "If I do this, Mickey, it goes to your grave!" She gave him her fiercest look. "You will never tell anyone about this, for as long as you live. Is this in any way unclear?" A solemn look on his face, Mickey nodded, swearing he'd never tell a soul. So Bobbie Kaye lay down on the sofa, her legs wide apart. One was draped across the back and the other down to the floor, giving everyone the clearest possible view of her kitty-cat, its lips invitingly parted, moisture glistening from within. She felt her face go hot, and saw the flush of excitement, and embarrassment, spread down over her little boobies with the rock hard nipples. So embarrassed, and so aroused, she began to caress her left breast, while her right hand slowly worked its way down to her secret treasure. Her eyes tightly closed, she began to explore her most private area, fully conscious of her audience, yet turned on enough not to care. Her kitty-cat was soaking wet, more so than she could ever remember. The culmination of her continued exposure over the past few hours, along with her initial ministrations, hinted that her climax would be very powerful, and that it would come very soon. Her experienced middle finger worked expertly over her clitoris, and she could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching. Murmurs of approval reached her ears from the awe stricken onlookers, further enhancing her level of excitement. There was no turning back at that point, and she was eagerly anticipating the inevitable. "Hey, Bobbie Kaye," a voice called out. "Hey, Carpenter's Dream! You're still flat as a board!" Bobbie Kaye opened her eyes to the vaguely familiar Bronx accent, and was stunned to see Kyle standing before her. Kyle was a guy she'd attended high school with back in Allentown, and she remembered him because he was forever teasing her about her small breasts. She'd always despised him, yet here he was at Edward's party, staring at her during what should have been her most private, intimate moment. What on earth was he doing here? Then she glanced to Kyle's left, and saw her college English Lit teacher, Professor Perkins. He'd been her favorite teacher, and she'd harbored a secret crush on him for four years. Beside him was Lynn, her best-friend-turned-rival during her college years, when they'd vied for the same boyfriend. Lynn had ultimately won, Bobbie Kaye believed, due primarily to her ample cleavage, of which she never hesitated to expose as much as the law allowed, and sometimes more. Bobbie Kaye's eyes began to dart about the room, and so many strange faces she hadn't recognized all evening started coming into focus. There was Freddy, the delivery guy from her favorite pizza parlor. What would he possibly be doing here? She never saw any pizza at the party. And over there was Willie, the kid from the dry cleaners. Sam was there, the lascivious but otherwise harmless old man next door, and beside him was Sandy, her best friend from the office. Why hadn't she recognized these people earlier? They were wearing the same clothing they'd had on all evening, but as she tried to recall their faces, everything blurred. Each face was now crystal clear, however, and she knew every one of them! And still her fingers worked, almost entirely of their own volition. Terri, her stuck up neighbor from across the street was watching her closely. So was Burt, the office creep who was forever leering at her. Ben was there, the guy she dated in college, who was always trying to pressure her into sex, and to whom she'd never given in. The gay guy from her beauty parlor was there, along with that rude lady from the grocery store, the friendly salesman from her favorite book shop, and the cute guy who always worked the drive thru at her regular McDonald's during dinner! Everyone she knew was watching her masturbate, it seemed. Despite her humiliation, or perhaps in part because of it, her climax was growing closer with each passing moment. Then she saw her sister Kristy watching her, a look of pride on her face. Dear Kristy, who never hesitated to show off her big boobs to anybody who wanted to see them! And next to Kristy was Mom! What could be more humiliating than your mother watching you masturbate? She answered that question next, as she saw Dad smiling at her! She was about to cum, and her father was going to watch her do it! At that moment, an annoying buzzing began to fill the entire room. No one at the party seemed to notice, but it was distracting for Bobbie Kaye. Her orgasm was only seconds away, but she couldn't quite reach it. She had to stop that buzzing! She reached over and tapped the top of the clock, and the aggravating sound ceased immediately. The room abruptly grew dark just then, and her approaching climax rapidly faded. She was frustrated, but she recognized the signs. She'd missed her chance. She reached over, turned on the lamp, and looked at the clock. "Five o'clock already?" she mumbled, trying to blink herself awake. "I've got to get up. I've got to get moving, or I'll be late for work." The end

Testing Your Limits byJonfromEssex© Testing Your Limits Ch. 01 Chapter One. Just the Start You sit at your desk working at your PC, your office mates could not dream of what was in your mind. Today you are wearing a nice smart office suit. Grey jacket & matching knee length skirt. Your legs are under her desk clad in sheer black nylons. Black court shoes & 1 ½" heels. A model of respectability. Your white silk blouse is quite thin but under the jacket causes you no concern. Until a few days ago everything was mundane & normal, that is until you got in contact by chance with me. You have a little secret, an itch that needs scratching, something you have not admitted as yet to yourself. My guess is you want to be controlled. Till now you have been in charge but to submit to another's demands has lit a spark inside you. You see a flag on you email from me, & check around to see you are not overlooked before opening it. You read my latest request....I never demand....as I think you will comply for your own pleasure. The request is simple. Go to a supermarket on the way home & I will text you a list of items to get. An hour later you are in the local supermarket carrying a basket when your phone bleeps to signal a new text. You blush & look around as you take in the items you are requested to get. Strawberries, Chocolate, Whipped cream, candles, baby oil & pack of condoms.  You hurry around the store picking up the items trying to hide them under a magazine you have added. Five minutes later you put the items on the check out belt by a till with a lady in her late 50s serving. Your phone bleeps again..... And a cucumber! You wince slightly & run to the salad area. When you return the till operator has changed, now it's an 18 year old lad who smiles at you as you add the item. His smile grows as each purchase is scanned. You are blushing deeply when you pay & he says, "Have an enjoyable evening!" You rush out to your car & feel your knickers damp with excitement as the seat pushes them against your aroused body. The next day is the weekend so my request can take a little longer. Your partner is away for a few days. I know you are a very sexy woman with a fantastic body, but you are happier to hide in a crowd? Today you might not get the chance. The postman delivers a package you are not expecting so you take it to your bedroom to open it. You find inside a shear white g string, light blue skirt & a white button up blouse & sandals....together with a note. "Today you will be going to Lakeside shoe shopping. You will wear only what I have provided. You will take your time & brows a few shops before you choose. You are to buy some sexy heels, at least 4" high & find a male shop assistant to help you. Remember I will be watching...." You have breakfast & shower, apply light make up & dry your hair. You slip on the thong & pull it up you thighs. Is soon settles against your pussy, the flimsy sheer material doing little to cover you lips. The string back sits tight in your bum crack. You slide your arms into the short sleeve top & begin to button it up till you realise the top few buttons are missing. The blouse is a good fit & flatters your trim figure but will only button up leaving a generous cleavage with the top button fastened just below your breasts. The skirt is next & fits tight around your hips but flares out slightly at mid thigh, from where your l stunning legs are exposed. You slip on the sandals pick up your bag & drive to lakeside. Another phone bleep. "Park away from the shops at the edge of the car park" You find a suitable place & then walk into the Mall. You attract lots of glances from the men & a few of the women. You look very stylish. Very sexy without being slutty. The shops are quite busy as usual as you start to look in the windows of the shops. You notice your reflection in the glass & smile at how good you look; almost forgetting you are under instruction. You venture to the upper floor & are a bit surprised to see a few men close behind you on the escalator all trying to peek up your skirt. You blush a little & skip off the top of the moving stairs causing your skirt to flick slightly higher. Another phone bleep.... "Go to the food court buy a coffee & sit at the third table from the left. You will find an envelope underneath..." You buy your drink & head for the table, its quite high with a tall stool next to the glass balustrade. You hop up onto the stool letting your legs part for a second to get comfortable. A guy on the escalator smiles as he peaks more thigh than you think. You unstuck the envelope & read the note. "Find the shoe shop one floor down & to the right....There are some stunning red heels in the window with ankle tie straps. There is a male assistant...ask for his help but make sure you give him the best view he has ever had fitting shoes.....Have fun" You find the shop & see the shoes, the male assistant makes a B line for you without being asked...not surprising by the way you look. "Can I help you Miss?" he enquires his eyes already roaming your hot body, undressing you with his eyes. "Yes please can I try the red heels in the window in a size4??" "No problem take a seat towards the back & I will be right with you." You sit down & 30 seconds later he returns. He is in his mid 50s & not your type at all but the situation is getting you excited. He sits on the low stall in front of you & you place a foot on the slope. You lean forward To remove your sandal & the guys eyes go wider as he looks at your breasts only just contained in you shirt. You swap legs & your skirt rides higher up your thigh. The assistant is sweating slightly as he helps fit the shoe. His hands take a little too long holding your calf while he secures the ankle strap.  Again you swap feet for the other shoe to be fitted, but this time you let your knees fall apart 6 or 7 inches. The guy tries to concentrate on the shoe but his eyes are straining to see into the shadow under your skirt. With both heels on you stand & walk towards the mirror, giving an extra wiggle of the hips as you walk. You fingers play with the hem of the skirt as you twist your leg back & forth to admire the shoes. They do look hot. You return to the seat. The salesman is almost drooling.. Sitting down you hitch your skirt higher up your thigh, sit back & place a foot back on the stools slope. "Yes these are fine I will take them" "Very good miss. Let me help you remove them.  He kneels down in front of you & you feel his breath on your knees which part slightly more. WHAT ARE YOU DOING! Your brain screams but your legs spread even wider. Now at least a foot apart the salesman has a clear view of your g-string. The white sheer lace has gone completely transparent with your juices & he can see every detail of your delicious lips. He swallows hard & leans forward. "Not today honey" you whisper & close your legs.  He coughs splutters an apology & stands up.  "Do I get any discount on the shoes?" You ask. "I'm afraid not miss as they have already been paid for before you came in!!" You leave the store as your phone bleeps again. "Nice show ...you look stunning....Time to go but when you are half way to your car remove your thong & hang it on the rear view mirror as you drive home." You look around but cannot see me. You know I must be close & want me closer. But that will have to wait for another time... Testing Your Limits Ch. 02 Chapter 2. Our first meeting.  A week goes by with no contact, and then you receive another package. This time it contains a beautiful silk negligee in black with fine white lace trim & spaghetti straps. A matching thong the size of a postage stamp is also provided. There is also a note.... "You are to go to the Holiday Inn nearest to your home on Thursday afternoon. Be there at 2pm. prepare yourself to look your best. Sign in as yourself & you will be given a key...Room 69 is too much of a cliché....to room 442. Go in & get changed into the items provided & follow the instructions you find." You have two days of anticipation but start to plan ahead. Early Thursday morning you visit your favourite salon, your hair is washed & blow dried in a style that frames your face to perfection, you have your finger & toe nails polished a vivid red as you have previously been told it's my favourite. Next you legs are waxed, wincing with each strip. Finally hot wax is poured on your pubic mound & around your crotch till all hair except a wisp of landing strip remains. The assistant rolls you over & removes a few stray hairs from your butt crack. You have a light lunch; apply a small amount of make up & a few sprays of perfume in all the right places. Collecting your bag & keys you head for your car....... The key to room 442 is ready when you arrive & you take the lift to the fourth floor. The key card swipes the door & you find yourself in a large double room with a large full height window looking out over the neighbourhood. An envelope is on the bed. "Get changed, & lie on the bed & wait. I will be there shortly. You must not say a word or ask a question when I arrive or else you will pay a forfeit. There is a blindfold under the pillow put it on before I arrive." You quickly change in the bathroom, & check your look in the mirror. The G string only accentuates your pussy lips & makes you look even sexier than if you were naked. The negligee is tight across your nipples with the lace neckline plunging almost to your navel. The hem skims the top of your thighs barely covering you knickers & still showing the under curve of your bum.  You lay out on the bed arranging your long legs as best you can to conserve your modesty. It's a loosing battle. You fit the eye mask just as there is a knock at the door. You feel the air in the room move as the door opens & I enter. "Hhhhello?" you whisper when nothing has happened for 3 minute. "That will be your first forfeit for disobedience." I say making you jump by the closeness of my voice to your ear. "Stand up & turn around three times." Again you comply & are soon disorientated. You feel my hand on your elbow as I guide you forward. "You will stand still with your hands behind your head for 5 minutes. You will not move. After 3 minutes I will remove your mask but you must NOT look around." You assume the position & give a slight shiver. Something has changed that has made your nipples even more erect. The seconds tick by....Then you feel the mask being untied & you blink in the light. You gasp as you realise you are 2inches from the full height window & fully exposed to anyone who should look up. You scan the passers by & notice a van driver parked up staring up at you a camera phone in his hand. People are in the office block across the street & you notice two girls at PC's nudging each other & pointing. At least there is not a whole line of guys looking you think...slightly disappointed. The mask is reattached & you hear the blinds being closed. You are led back to the bed & told to lie back & rest on your elbows. I take in your beauty for a few seconds, you are breathtaking. I move close & caress your legs up to the knee...you moan with pleasure but are careful not to break my rule of no talking. Something tickles your ankle & you feel your leg being pulled to the side. You bend the other knee to close the view of your knickers. The feeling remains but you find your leg is secured close to the corner of the bed. Your other leg is pulled gently over spreading you wide. Your thong is now virtually transparent with your moisture. I leave your arms unrestrained for now with you looking down your body over your exposed stomach, the negligee having ridden up past your navel. You feel my breath on your thigh & feel my weight as I kneel on the bed. You feel gentle kisses up each inner thing left then right & back. Getting closer to your dripping pussy. A gasp escapes you lips as you feel my tongue press the thongs material into the folds of your labia. I tease you with my tongue bringing you closer to a peak each time before backing off. Your g string is pulled to the side allowing me to feast on your lower lips & feast on the honey they are producing. 45 minutes later I take pity on you & let you have some relief. I insert a finger then two into your steaming hole & attack your clit with my mouth. Gentle bites licks & sucks with my fingers sawing into you. Your body tenses & you arch your back, only your feet & neck & shoulders in contact with the bed as your climax shatters every nerve in your body.... "You must be thirsty now?" I ask & you nod in response "Stay still & don't move then." A few minutes pass & you are shocked to hear a knock at the door... "Room Service!" "Come in its not locked." You dare not move as you hear a waiter enter with a tray of drinks. "What the Fuxxx." He says as he catches sight of you on the bed. I smile at him & nod. "For your tip you can touch her anywhere you like for ten seconds." "Cool." He says. He sounds young & eager & you instantly feel his hands grabbing your tits. He mauls them hard before dropping his hand to your cunt. Before he can get far I call time. He sees the look on my face & knows not to push his luck.  "You can take one photo to prove it to your mates then leave. You will not tell anyone about this until tomorrow! Understand?" The guy nods snaps a quick photo & exits the room. We are alone again. "You need to behave now as I have a surprise for you?" I untie your legs & remove your blind fold. You look at me for the first time but my face is hidden by a Zorro type mask keeping my identity secret. As you watch I undress, removing my dark Italian suit, red tie, & crisp white shirt. I pull down my designer shorts to expose a healthy half hard cock. Shoes & socks have already been removed. I move towards you & you bite your lower lip seductively, your eyes flick between my growing erection & the steel blue eyes looking out from the mask. You quickly scan the rest of my body. Medium athletic build but not a sculpted Adonis. Your lips curl into a naughty smile so I assume you are not too disappointed. You tip your head back as I kiss your neck & throat, then move to your ear. I move over you & reach out....& rip the beautiful lingerie from your body with a loud tare. Your g-string gets the same treatment. You are shocked by the destruction but cannot before your left nipple is sucked between my teeth. The right is pinched hard between my finger & thumb. You begin to writhe in pleasure. I tell you to roll over & position you with your knees spread your head & chest on the bed & your back side raised.  "Pull your cheeks apart for me I have something for you." Your eyes go wide as you feel the tip of my tongue circle the puckers hole of your anus. Before you feel my saliva start to lubricate the whole area. A further shock as you feel a small(ish) glass dildo pus into your back passage. It slides in easily & you feel every ridge pass your sphincter. It is cool from the glass of iced water it has rested in, but your body heat soon makes the toy feel hot.  I gently begin to move it in & out, you hips stating to match my rhythm. You start to pant but I won't let you cum yet. As you excitement begins to get critical, I pull out the dildo & move tight behind you. My hard 6 ½ inch cock rubs against your pussy lips a few times taking on your cream before with a slight adjustment I plunge into you to the hilt. You catch your breath & push back feeling every vein in my penis as it pounds you hard. You grip the bed sheets with your fists & cum hard for a second time, which blends almost straight away into another.... I am very close & pull out rolling you over as we move together. Without asking asking, just knowing you lower your head into my lap & swallow me whole. Your tongue plays with the ridge along the underside of my cock & your lips leave a red lipstick ring around the base. Too much.... I pull out & with you looking up at me with your big beautiful eyes I shoot my load of white hot cum over your out stretched tongue. A couple of drips escape & run over your lips till you catch them with a finger & lick it clean. I get dressed & leave you in a sticky heap on the bed. Your hair is messed up your thighs are slick with your own juices & you run your tongue around your teeth looking for more of my seed. "I will be in touch." I say & leave you with a contented smile on your face... Testing Your Limits Ch. 03 Chapter 03 Two weeks pass and the anticipation is killing you.  At work you are called to reception as there is a delivery for you. You have forgotten that it is Valentines Day and are surprised to see the large bouquet of red roses and bright red package and card. You are the envy of all the other girls, you set the flowers aside and open the card. "Tonight I want you to go to your gym and do a full work out. I have provided a new outfit for you. I will send more instructions later."  You open the package to find a new Lycra leotard with a black and white panel down the front. You smile as you know I am aware of your routine, Monday night is Gym night! Work finishes, you head for the gym, enter the changing rooms and select your locker. You are alone as you strip off your outer work clothes to reveal the sexy black matching underwear set you had selected that morning You unclip your front fastening bra and your gorgeous round breasts are set free, your nipples harden slightly at the exposure to the air. Next you slide your bikini briefs down your toned legs. The gusset sticks to your moist folds briefly until pulled away as you bend straight legged to remove your panties. You stand up just in your black patent heels and see yourself across the changing room in a full length mirror. You know you feel sexy but the reflection confirms you look good too.  Reaching into your bag you pull out your new outfit, including trainers. You step into the leotard and pull it on slipping your arms into the straps. Looking back at the mirror you are stunned by your look. Still in heels which you quickly remove you look at your body. The outfit is a perfect fit, at least where it covers; cut high on the hip with a deep vee to your pubic mound. A reasonable amount of cleavage is showing but the arm holes are cut low exposing the curve of your breast to the sides. The white front panel reaches from just outside your nipples and tapers down to your crotch. It is not a thong back, but your cheeky bum is struggling to stay contained. If possible you look even hotter now than when naked!!! You move into the gym area noticing the looks from the other members. The men's eyes look straight through your outfit while the women all know they are out classed. You start a few warm up stretches before hitting the treadmill for a run. You feel your heart rate increase as you hit your stride. A good looking hunk in vest and shorts smiles at you and starts to talk, but before he can say hello you tell him you are busy. You move on to the rowing machine and notice your body heat increases as you tone your arm and leg muscles. After ten minutes you stop, stand up, and walk to the thigh trainer. You sit back and grip the hand holds and knee bars and start pounding the weights. Your knees go from squeezing the bars to wide spread as you pump the iron. You feel the bottom of your leotard working into your crack and pulling tight on your vagina lips.  You take a breath and gulp some water but some drips from your lips drops down your chest. As you look down you freeze at the sight! The moist sweat from your hot body has soaked into your outfit turning the white front panel almost transparent. Your nipples and areola are pushing into the material, their darker colour prominent against your thrusting breasts. Further down you see the dark line of your trimmed pubic hair also clearly visible. Blushing deeply you run to the changing rooms followed by a hail of wolf whistles. Back in the changing room you rush to you locker and open the door. You are again shocked to find you locker empty except for a small towel with another note. "Time to hit the Unisex Sauna. Stay at least 15 minutes, wear only the towel, it's against the rules but that's tough." You pull off your outfit, peeling it from your hot body and put it in the locker. You wrap the towel around your body and find that if you just cover your nipples, the lower edge just skims the lower curve of your butt cheeks. Trying to cover the best you can, you slip into the steam filled room, finding it empty. You move down to the far end and sit on the wooden bench. This action tugs on your towel making your tits pop out. Pulling the towel up only exposes you lap and pussy. As you struggle with the towel the door opens, a young guy comes in just wearing shorts. He sits opposite you and gazes at you through the mist. His hard body is covered in sweat from the steam causing you to lick your lips. He smiles and nods at you as you realise the towel has slipped again exposing a breast. You start to cover up when you see his hand move into the waste band of his shorts. He nods again and his hand begins to move in his shorts. You are so hot and getting turned on, you let the towel fall more, exposing both breasts to him. His movements continue so you move your legs slightly letting the towel pool on either side of you. You are fully exposed to him as you slip a finger over your dripping pussy lips. You jerk slightly as you touch your sensitive clit.  Resting your head against the wall you maintain eye contact as the guy pulls his hard dick from the waist band of his shorts and strokes the bulging head. You are both in a race to see who will cum first. Your fingers are a blur rubbing your soaking pussy lips. He closes his eyes, groans and shoots his load all over his stomach and up his chest. You are so close to orgasm and very turned on by the situation when you hear voices outside. The guy stuffs his dick in his shorts winks and leaves the sauna. You are on fire but can hear others approaching the door, so quickly wrap up as best you can and head for the showers with juices running down your legs. The changing room is still empty which is a surprise, and you find your favourite shampoo and shower gel next to the end shower stall. You drop the towel and turn on the hot water, stepping in to let the jet caress your skin. You drip gel onto your hand and rub your body, feeling the sensitive curves under your fingers and the hardness of your nipples as you soap your breasts. As you rinse the last of the shampoo from your hair the shower curtain behind you is pulled aside! Before you can turn, I am there in the shower with you, holding you tight against the wall with one hand on the back of your neck and twisting into your hair for a firm hold. Your breasts are pushed against the tiled wall grazing your nipples against the hard surface. "Do not look around. Do not speak. I will not hurt you. Just do as I say." You nod as best you can in my tight grip. I pull you back against me and you can feel my erection growing hard against your bum crack. Moving my hands I adjust your position so you are leaning forward, your arse raised and your hands are flat on the wall. Warm water cascades down your back. I smile at the sexy intricate tattoo on the small of your back which accentuates your slim body. With a sharp tug on your hair I pull you back and my dick slides deeply into your slick pussy. In one smooth movement I have you impaled on my manhood. I let you get used to the size for a few seconds before starting a steady deep rocking of my hips, and moving your body in a perfect match to mine. Other women enter the changing room and you bite your lip to try not to make a noise, but the sound of my thighs are a regular smacking sound on your bum that would be hard for them to miss. Our rhythm increases as I pound you hard from behind. Breathing is more erratic as you push back firmly, feeling the head of my cock bottoming out in your smouldering vagina. I feel my balls tighten and get that sensation at the base of my penis that I will not last much longer. You begin to pant and we thrust together harder and harder with my other hand I reach around and pinch your left nipple between my fingers. You shudder with pleasure and you feel an explosion inside. Your whole body goes tense than begins to twitch. Your pussy grips me hard and I feel your internal sex muscles ripple along my rod. Its too good, way too good, I can't hold out any longer and fire thick ropes of creamy cum into your you, 3, 4.....5 shots before I slowly pull out. Dribbles of cum ooze from your pussy, only to be washed away by the shower. I stroke the back of your hair and whisper in your ear. "Remember, don't look around....Wait two minutes then go to your locker." You hear the curtain move and I am gone.  On slightly shaky legs you stand and rinse off before turning off the jet. On the bench outside you find a large white fluffy warm bath sheet which you wrap around your body and pat yourself dry. Opening your locker, to find the contents changed again. Your handbag is returned and your sexy heels, along with a new trench coat you have not seen before....and of course a note. "I hope you can still feel my cum inside you and that you think about me as it slowly drips down your thighs. Your clothes will be returned later. Drive home safely!" An aerobics class finishes and suddenly there are a dozen or so women all around you. Nervously you drop the towel, slip on your shoes and pull on the Mac. All the buttons have been removed and you only have a belt to tie at the waist. You pull it tight, grab your bag and hurry to the exit, noticing the shocked looks and grins from the other women. You are breathing hard again when you get in your car. The coat is a light cream and well tailored, but without the buttons it opens down the front exposing a large amount of cleavage and the inner under curves of your breasts. The bottom hem was knee length but sitting down had ridden up your legs and split open exposing almost all your thighs. You rub your bare legs together and feel another drip of cum escape and run into your bum crack. With a contented smile you begin the drive home. I will know that anyone who looks in your car window will see a very sexy lady, showing off her gorgeous body, with that 'Just Fucked' glow on her skin. Testing Your Limits Ch. 04 Chapter 4 Your Lover Is Revealed. With a contented smile you begin the drive home from the Gym, knowing that anyone who looks in your car window will see a very sexy lady, showing off her gorgeous body, with that 'just fucked' glow on her skin. Although it is evening there is still enough light for the passing traffic to see into your car. It is a loosing battle with the coat. Steering, changing gear and using the pedals, all conspire to cause the coat to open up until you give up trying to cover your modesty. The traffic slows to a stop at a traffic light and a BMW X5 pulls up beside you. The driver is an older gent with grey hair and a lined face. He glances across towards you then back to the lights before almost giving himself whiplash turning to stare down into your car. Your coat is open to well below the under curve of your breasts ,your nipples are only just covered. The skirt of the Mac is also open exposing all of your thighs, but just covering the sweet V where they meet. The old guy is straining in his seat to get a better look, when the lights change and you speed away leaving him to stall at the front of the queue. The thought of being seen excites you and you decide to be a bit more daring. As the traffic flows you see a lorry up ahead and pull into the outside lane to overtake. As you get closer you undo the belt and let the coat fall open. Your breasts push forward as you arch your back slightly and your nipples harden in the cool air blowing from the air condition vents. You slow a little as you draw level with the lorry cab. The driver looks across and his lorry swerves slightly as he takes in the stunning view. You bite your lip as your eyes meet and a wide grin spreads across his face. You reach up, pinching a nipple, wink and put your foot down. He gives a long blast on his horn in appreciation as you drive away. You arrive home without further incident and pull into your driveway. Opening the door you extend a naked leg to the floor and start to get out of the car. You see one of your neighbours watching you with great interest as he gets a quick flash up to your upper thighs. Entering your house you lean back onto the front door, a big smile on your face. The next parcel arrives a few days later. It contains your clothes that were taken from the Gym, returned washed and ironed, along with a tastefully wrapped package and the expected note. "I trust you enjoyed your drive home from the Gym. You will be meeting me tonight for a romantic meal. I will send a car for you at 7.00pm" You open the package and find a stunning little black dress, a pair of 5inch black patent heels with delicate bows on each heel, matching underwear, including a dark pink satin bra with black lace trim and tiny G string. Sheer black lace topped hold ups are also supplied. You pick up the dress knowing it will be short but find it will sit tastefully at mid thigh. The neckline has a flattering deep V. You have a quiet day at home before realising it will soon be time to get ready. You run a deep warm bath with lots of bubbles, light some scented candles and pour yourself a large glass of wine. As you lay back in the water the water soaks your body, your breasts just at the surface with bubbles tickling your sensitive nipples. After half an hour you step out and pat yourself dry with a large fluffy towel. You then apply body lotion all over your soft skin spending extra time and care on your breasts and waxed smooth pubic mound. You want to run a finger through your pussy lips but manage to hold back hoping something will happen later. In your bedroom you step into your new g-string and put on the bra. The rear string of your skimpy knickers sits deep in your butt crack and the satin material hugs your pussy, just covering your delicate folds. The cups of the bra support your boobs pushing them together to enhance your perfect cleavage even more. Sitting on the bed you roll the stockings up each leg and enjoy the silky feel on your skin. The lace tops gently hold your legs at the upper thigh leaving 5" of creamy skin exposed below your knickers. Stepping into the high heels you look at yourself in the mirror and know you look stunning. Next you put on the dress and fasten the zip at the side. It is a perfect fit and shows off your gorgeous body in a sexy but classy way. By ten to seven you are ready, hair tied up to expose your neck, light make up and your favourite perfume. On the strike of seven there is a knock on your door, which you open to find a uniformed chauffeur. You pick up your bag and follow him to the stretch limo waiting at the curb. He opens the rear door without a word and you slide in exposing most of your stocking clad legs. After a half hour drive you arrive at a very up market restaurant. You are taken to the door where the head waiter is expecting you and escorts you to a nice secluded table. Two minutes later I walk up to you and sit down. "Good Evening...You look stunning I am glad you accepted my invitation to meet face to face" "Thank you for inviting me and for the clothes" We look into each others eyes and you see a dark passion burning in my smoky blue eyes. I order food and wine for both of us. You are amazed that I seem to know your exact taste. Part way through the meal I reach across the table, smile, and pass you a smooth flat oval object. "Stay where you are, but slid this into the front of your panties and push it down till it rests on your pussy" Glancing around you take the object and slide a hand up your dress. Without too much trouble you pull your thong aside and place the smooth device against your lips which are already starting to get moist. It feels cool but soon warms up from your body heat. We finish the main course and as the waiter approaches you feel the disc in your knickers begin to vibrate gently. I wink at you and place the remote control on the table next to my wine glass. You rub your thighs together as the sensations begin to build. Reaching out I touch a button and the pleasure intensifies causing you to bite your lower lip to stifle a low groan. You shift in your chair and close your eyes. "Look at me..." You open them to see me holding the controls again, and pressing the button. Your eyes go wide, your mouth opens with a gasp at the feelings in your knickers sending waves of pleasure through your clit to every nerve in your body. Your chest and curves of your breasts exposed by your low neckline begin to flush a deep pink. Suddenly just a couple of seconds before you are about to cum in the corner of a busy posh restaurant the buzzing stops. Catching your breath you look across at my smiling face. "Not yet...but soon!" "Waiter, can we have the bill please and we will take dessert with us." The bill is paid and I take your hand to guide you to the door. As we pass the other diners the buzzing in your thong starts again but on a low setting just to keep you on edge. Will the other diners be able to hear it as you pass close to them? Once outside you help me into the spacious back seat of the car and get in beside me. The windows are tinted to stop anyone looking in. The divider between the driver and the rear seats is raised so we seem alone as the car pulls off. "I will take you home but first we are going to do a circuit of the M25." I lean over and kiss you gently on the lips, then on your neck. You feel my hand on your hip as it moves slowly up your side, brushing the side of your breast as I grasp the dress zip between my fingers and draw it down.I pull the dress from your shoulders and down your body. Helping you lift your bum off the seat and the black dress slips off your legs onto the floor. My breath is taken away as I make no apology for staring at your sexy body. The lingerie is exquisite and you can feel the cool leather of the seat against your skin. I remove my suit jacket and red silk tie before kissing you again deeply, our tongues fighting an erotic battle. I run my hands over your shoulder slipping a bra strap down with my touch. I lick you bare shoulder and unclip your bra with one hand. Your lovely tits are set free and your hard nipples beg to be kissed. I need no further invitation and lick and suck your nipples for ten minutes as you writhe against the leather seat. I move away and you arch your back even more, chasing my lips with your breasts. I place my hands on your hips, hook a finger into each side of your thong and slowly draw them from your body. The still buzzing vibrator falls away as the material is peeled from your wet lips. I leave your discarded knickers hanging from your left ankle, caught up around your high heel. Leaving it there on the floor I raise your right leg up onto my shoulder and you bend your knee pulling my face into your pussy. The aroma is intoxicating and I run the tip of my tongue across your outer lips before plunging deep into your vagina as far as my tongue will stretch. I feel your hands on the back of my head pulling my face even harder into your wetness. We pass several junctions on the motorway before I come up for air, I have brought you to a peak so many times only to stop short at the last second. You are laid back on the seat in a wanton mess. Your upper thighs are covered in your juices and my saliva. You are pulling hard on your nipples and watch me with lust in your eyes as I remove my shirt and trousers, (shoes & socks are already gone) and my white designer trunks are straining to contain the erection that is forcing the front away from my torso. You reach out and pull the waist band down releasing my manhood which bounces in front of you. The steel hard 6 " organ is aimed at your pussy and I grab your hips, pulling you to the edge of the seat. Like a heat seeking missile my cock head, slick with pre cum brushes past your labia and in one smooth stroke is deep inside you. I can feel your internal pussy muscles ripple around my shaft as I begin a steady pounding action. You are soon panting with a fine layer of perspiration on your chest. Your stocking clad legs move up to clamp around my waist as I drill deeper with each thrust. You feel all the nerve endings in your pussy come alive as if connected to the electric mains and as I continue to rock in and out of you, you cum with a loud squeal that the driver must have heard. Your pussy floods with more fluid which drips out and runs down your butt crack to pool on the leather seat. I pull out of you and move up, allowing you to take my cock into your mouth. You can taste your own juices mixed with my pre cum and lick me clean. Running the tip of your tongue around the head and across the sensitive end, before taking me back into your mouth, your tongue now playing with the ridge on the underside. The feeling is too much as you run your French manicured nails across my balls making them tighten, The feeling in my groin reaches a critical point and I warn you of the imminent release. Your only reaction is to raise your sexy eyes to look directly at me, and sticking out your tongue, catch the first two or three spurts of my cum before taking the head of my penis back into your mouth to swallow every drop. I slump next to you on the seat and you fold your gorgeous naked body into mine for a warm embrace. A few minutes later the screen dividing us from the driver is lowered and he informs us that we will soon be home. He smiles and winks at you but you make no attempt to cover your sexy exhausted body. Before the screen raises the driver passes back to me, a DVD.I pass it to you saying, "A little reminder for you of this evening, it is a film of everything you have done in the car for the last hour. I have a copy which I will edit for my collection." I help you into your dress as we pull into your road. The lingerie and disk are put into your bag. The car stops outside your house as I give you a deep kiss. "Until next time....." You leave the car and enter your house with moisture still running down your inner thigh. Turning on the light you are surprised to see a huge display of red Roses and sprays of white Gypsophillia tastefully arranged in a crystal vase. The card attached simply says.... Testing Your Limits Ch. 05 Chapter 5. A visit to the country After meeting you at the restaurant and the spin in the Limo around the M25, you feel you know me now and our relationship has moved on. I am still your master but you know I also have a softer side, more romantic than you expected. Having said that, you also know you will do almost anything I ask.... The next package arrives early on a warm summer's day. The note says.... "Good Morning, I think it is a nice day for a little trip into the countryside. Please be ready in one hour". The package, as usual, contains the clothes you are to wear. A pair of medium height wedge heel sandals and a white button through summer dress and nothing else. You consider what underwear to put on but then realise that is not an option today. You quickly shower; smoothing the gel into your soft skin, taking extra time with your nipples which extend at your touch. Your hand slides down across your stomach and further across your recently trimmed pubic mound. You twitch as your middle finger ploughs between your wet lower lips and across your clit hood. You can feel the moisture and it is not just from the shower. A few minutes later you are dried, hair done and minimal make up applied. You take the dress and put your arms through the thin straps. The dress fastens with small buttons up the front. Once secured you step into the shoes and look in the mirror. You have a look of innocence and you chew on your bottom lip as you take in your reflection. The dress is a perfect fit flowing over your amazing curves to stop just above the knee. The neckline is demure with a couple of inches of cleavage on show. The bodice of the frock hugs your sides and with the buttons done up tight your breasts are held firm. The only issue you have is that with the bright sunshine streaming thought the window behind you, you appear to be naked as the silhouette of your sexy body is revealed through the thin fabric. Before you have a chance to worry you hear the hoot of a car horn outside. You secure the ankle straps of the shoes, pick up your keys and bag and head out of the door...... We drive for a while, having left the main roads, along winding country lanes with the sun flashing through the trees. The roof is down and the wind pulls at your hair and cools your skin making your nipples harden against the material of your dress. We soon arrive at my planned destination. I park in a space between some trees and walk around the front of the car to open the passenger door for you. I can't help but look as you slide your legs from the car causing your skirt to rise higher up your shapely thighs. Taking your hand I lead you through a group of trees until the landscape opens up onto a large corn field. I check my bearings and head into the field drawing you behind me. The corn comes to my knees as my faded blue jeans force a path towards the middle of the field. The straw tickles the lower half of your legs until we reach our final destination. You smile as you take in the scene. A large blanket has been set on the ground in an area of flattened down straw. A wicker hamper is in one corner with a wine cooler full of ice next to it. I stand close behind you with my hands on your hips, pulling you against me. I move your hair to one side and kiss the back of your neck moving slowly up to just below your ear. I feel you push back against me and love the feel of your body against me. Reluctantly we part and settle together on the blanket. Opening the hamper I reveal selections of tasty morsels for your delight. Tiny sandwiches with your favourite fillings, veg sticks with tasty dips, prawns, grapes and strawberries. I pour you a glass of chilled white wine and start to feed you the finger food. The light meal only satisfies part of your hunger.  Once we have had our fill we lie back in the sunshine and let the warmth caress our skin. I undo my white short sleeve shirt and un-tuck it if from my jeans. Your eyes settle on my hard six pack and you run a finger around the defined groove between my stomach muscles.  Taking you in my arms my lips find yours, planting feather like caresses on your mouth before getting more urgent and crushing our lips against our teeth. Our tongues fight each other as we give way to the sexual tension between us. I lower your back to the blanket and my weight pushes down on you. We continue in a passionate kiss for several minutes. Swapping from deep groin clenching kisses to light lip nibbles. I can only hold back for so long, so move my hand from the side of your face, down your neck to your collar bone which I caress for a few seconds. I kneel up over you, sitting over your thighs but supporting my weight so as not to cause you discomfort. I look deep into your eyes and run a finger down your neck and onto your cleavage until it hits the top button of your dress. I kiss you again popping the top button, quickly I undo the next two. The inner curves of your breasts, are exposed to the sunlight and a warm glow is painted on your skin. I move down so my lips can kiss your neck and lower onto your chest. My fingers are still busy and more buttons are coming loose. A strip of gorgeous skin is exposed down to your navel. My lips are now planting kisses into your cleavage causing your back to arch. Your breasts pushing skyward forcing the front of your dress further apart till the edges are caught for a brief moment on your hard nipples. I sit back to admire the beautiful image before me. The warm sun on your petty face and breasts exposed for my eyes to feast on. I slide the thin shoulder straps of your dress down your arms making you naked from the waste up. Leaning forward again I lick a trail of moisture on each breast in a spiral barely touching each nipple at the end of each trace. There are only five buttons left on the dress which are no resistance to my fingers. I peel back the sides of the skirt like the petals of an exotic flower to reveal your stunning body. I take a few moments to take in the lovely picture before me. Your hands and arms are up above your head, a coy smile on your lips, breasts and nipples awaiting my touch. Your stomach is moving in time to your breathing. My eyes move down to your pubic mound with a few tufts of close trimmed hair signposting the site of my desire. You move a leg slightly letting your knee fall sideways as I watch. My tongue between my lips, as the folds of your delicate pussy begin to peel apart. I am a weak man and the temptation is too great. I lower my face to plant a kiss an inch above your Vagina. I inhale the sweet, slightly musky aroma and my head spins with desire. My lips print kisses on your inner thighs before I slide my tongue up across your tasty pussy. You jerk your hips in response to the tip of my tongue grazing across your clit. Your eyes are closed but your mouth is slightly open, lips curled into a coy smile. Your arms are raised above your head framing your face as you lie back and enjoy the sensations you are starting to feel. I continue my intimate oral caresses for over half an hour, bringing you closer and closer to a peak before backing off to let you relax for a few seconds. I intend to tease you more before giving you the release you are beginning to crave. I move away to the picnic bag and pull out a digital camera and take your photograph. You smile at the lens and start to move, adopting a different pose with each click of the shutter. You rise up onto your elbows; lift one knee with a foot on the floor, the other leg straight, tipping your head back to fully expose tor throat, chest and breasts to the sun. A very fine sheen of perspiration has formed on your skin due to the heat and your arousal. Your nipples are hard with the surrounding areola crinkled and yearning to be kissed. Click, Click Click, the camera captures the full glory of your beauty. You laugh, rising elegantly to your feet, the dress discarded on the blanket like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Dressed in only the heeled sandals you walk a few yards into the tall corn. The soft ears at the top of each stem tickle your naked legs and the occasional tuft of oats brush the under curve of your delicious butt cheeks. You look back over your shoulder, the sun highlights your hair, and I have never seen anyone more desirable than you at that moment. A final image is captured before I take your hand and bring you back to the nest we have created. To my delight you sink to your knees in front of me. Your French manicure tipped fingers unbuckle my belt and slide the leather from the belt loops. The buttons on my jeans are released one at a time to reveal my trimmed pubic hair, and no underwear. Grasping the waist band you lower the trousers over my hips and down past my knees. My cock is already half hard and your eyes lock onto the head as a small pearl of moisture appears from the slit in the end. Your delicate hand folds around my length and you feel my penis pulse with my hastening heart beat as the blood fills it, increasing its size and hardness. You lower you head forward but keep your eyes fixed on mine. The tip of your pink tongue pokes from between your smiling lips and laps the drop of pre cum from the end of my cock before spreading the moisture around the now rock hard head of my phallus. With a slight moan you sink your lips down the length of my cock, the gentle hum sending vibrations through my sensitive pleasure nerve endings. Your warm wet mouth feels exquisite and your tongue plays with the ridge on the underside. My hands settle onto your head but I don't want to control your movement. You amaze me further by sinking lower until your nose pushes into my short pubic hairs and my engorged cock settles against the back of your throat. The sensation is almost too much and reluctantly I move back to leave a thread of your saliva and my pre cum linking my penis to your lower lip. I kneel down with you and take you in my arms for a deep passionate kiss, our tongues fighting to taste the other. My hand captures your left breast and squeezes the nipple again making you moan out loud with desire.  I am soon laid above you, between your gorgeous legs. Your knees are slightly raised and falling open to each side, opening your pussy in total submission. With a mind of its own my cock homes in on your delicate folds and my body adjusts to slide its length across your clit a few times. I can feel your warmth and wetness. After the briefest of pauses my hips push forward, the head of my member entering you with ease, sliding to its full depth into your welcoming Vagina. I wait a few seconds deep inside you as you get used to the full sensation, before slowly drawing back to leave only the head held tight in your pussy lips. We settle into a slow steady rocking motion with a full stroke every 4 or 5 seconds. We tease each other like this for a few minutes before we can take no more. The rhythm increases, I feel your leg curl around my upper thighs pulling me deeper. The point of our union is an inferno of heat and combined juices.  You are panting now your finger nails clawing at my back. Your eyes fly wide open as your climax hits. Your whole body stiffens and shudders, your mouth opens to let out a gasp and your pussy clamps tight into cock. With a final thrust I impale you completely then jerk as ropes of hot cum splash deep against your cervix. We collapse into each other's arms on the blanket, The sun is starting to go down bathing you in its golden glow as we both look into each others eyes without needing any words..........

The Swim Team Ch. 09 by Arkfisting Brenda's 18th party takes a wild turn, Barry adjusts. "You must be Austin," Kelly said as she sat on the bed and slid toward the headboard. "I've heard about you. You're the cam-slut, right?" "Yes, mistress," Austin said blushing. "Ma'am." "Excuse me?" "Don't call me mistress. You can call Diane that, but you call me Ma'am. Got it?" I found myself staring at this woman, whom I've known for twenty years, and wondering who the hell she was. This was not the same Kelly that hung out with me and Carrie all those years. Not the same Kelly that threw Linda and Brenda the Star Wars themed party for their fifth birthday. This Kelly was a boss, and a scary one at that. She should have been the one wearing leather, not Diane. "Yes, mi...I mean Ma'am." "Such an obedient little thing, isn't she?" Kelly smiled at me. "She is quite pretty. And just look at that ass." She turned back to Austin. "Turn around. Let me see it better." Austin spun slowly on her toes, flexing her thighs, and arching her back to highlight the angle of her cheeks. "Damn, I wish mine looked like that." "You have a fantastic ass, Kelly," I said. "But it's not tight like this one. Come here you pretty little thing." "Mistress calls me Pretty." Austin said with her head bowed. She was clearly submissive, but the smile on her face and the points poking through her top told me she was enjoying herself. "Well, it fits. Now let me see that ass." Austin climbed up on the bed and presented her cheeks to Kelly while still wearing the boy shorts, though now the crotch of the shorts was much darker than the rest. Kelly ran her hand over Austin's panties, pressing the gusset into the molten core. "Damn, you are primed, aren't you?" "Yes, Ma'am," Austin said between deep breaths. "I get very wet." "She can squirt if she's stimulated the right way," I offered, remembering the last time I was with her. "Oooo," Kelly said like a child being offered candy. "I'd like to see that. Barry, why are you still wearing pants? Get naked and bring that cock over here." I was naked and in Kelly's mouth in seconds while she stroked Austin's ass, dipping her fingers under the seam of her panties. Kelly gave me a few seconds of nice suction, followed by some loving licks before turning her full attention to the girl kneeling beside her. She slid her hands over Austin's cheeks meeting at the small of her back, then back down, hooking her fingers into the waistband of the panties and dragging them down. Austin's pussy was already peeking open, her lips and clitoral hood protruding from her peach. "Nice," Kelly whispered. "It's been so long since I've done this." With that, she buried her face in the wet cleft before her like a starving woman. Austin gasped at the sudden assault on her vulva. Austin keened as she enjoyed Kelly's ministrations. "Please," she gasped at me with a plea in her eyes, "please kiss me again." I was only happy to oblige her, and stretched out next to her, running my fingers through her hair. Her eyes held mine as my fingers traced her jawline until I lifted her chin, bringing her lips to mine. Her kiss was warm pudding, and I couldn't get enough of the taste of her lips, nor she mine. She whimpered into my mouth when my fingers freed her breasts from her top. We kissed for an eternity, losing ourselves to the taste and the touch, each breathing in the essence of the other. Every few moments, Austin would gasp or shudder when Kelly hit a particularly excitable spot. I wanted to watch her, to see how she was reacting to the pleasure, but I allowed the sensations to carry me away with closed eyes. I rode waves of pleasure, all emanating from a kiss from a beautiful girl. After a few more moments, a low groan rumbled from deep inside her, building in intensity and frequency until she pulled back from me, arched her back and cried out before collapsing her torso on the bed. "God! That was intense," Austin said between breaths. Kelly rocked back; her self-satisfied smile shiny from Austin's release. "You taste wonderful, young lady. I definitely want to do that again." Austin looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes. "Would you please fuck me, now? I've been wanting you since you left Saturday." I smiled as I rose to my knees. "As you wish," I said as I moved to kneel behind her. The height of the bed and the length of her thighs placed her pussy at the perfect position to line up with my cock. An artist couldn't have molded a more perfect form of art than the line of her back sweeping in the swell of her hips and dipping into two perfect mounds surrounding a bright pink paradise. It took Herculean effort to draw a breath after seeing such a beautiful sight. "Hold yourself open for me." She reached between her thighs and split her lips with her fingers, revealing her gaping hole bright red, shiny-slick, and primed for my cock. I leaned in, rubbing my spongy head against her vulva, catching the dripping fluid, and mixing it with my own precum. After several passes from her anus to her clit, I pressed forward to spear her lips and slide further in. Then I stopped. "You know, on second thought, I'm not sure you've earned this yet. What do you think, Kelly? Has she earned a good fuck?" Austin whined and pushed her hips back against me, forcing another inch of my shaft inside her. I grabbed her hips to hold her off. "Hey, hey, hey, now. No one said you could do that." Kelly appeared over my shoulder. "I think she needs to be punished for that, Barry. I think she needs a spanking." Austin's eyes flew open wide, but her face flushed at the same time. There was no fear in her eyes, but rather unbridled passion. I slid my hand over the smooth globe of her ass. "You mean I should spank this ass?" I patted her cheek. "This ass right here?" "Or maybe this cheek instead," Kelly patted Austin's other cheek making the younger girl whimper again. "Please...." Austin breathed the word. I drew back and brought my open palm down on Austin's right cheek with a pop. Her flesh rippled under the blow, and I felt her cunt clench my shaft as I repeated the process. With each spank, Austin groaned louder, and her ass glowed a brighter red. Kelly moved around to my other side. "Let me," she said with a plea in her eye. "Just one." I cocked my head and moved my hand away. Kelly brought her hand down on Austin's other cheek, a little harder than I had, and Austin cried out but thrust her ass up again, as if asking for another. "She liked that, didn't she?" Kelly said as she reared back again. "Another?" "Please," Austin said as she exhaled. Kelly reared back further and dropped a loud slap that reverberated in the room and made Austin cry out and drop her hips, pulling my cock out of her pussy. A white handprint whelped across Austin's red ass cheek. "OW!" Austin exclaimed. "Banana! Shit! That hurt." "Banana?" Kelly rubbed her hand. "It's my safe word," Austin said with tears in her eyes. "When play gets too rough, a safe word stops everything. Damn, my ass hasn't hurt like this since I was a little kid and my daddy spanked me for punishment. There's a limit to how much feels good and how much is too much, you know." "I'm sorry," Kelly's face was a mask of concern. While she held a barely contained passion, she hadn't had recreational sex in several years, and I doubt she had any more experience with dom/sub type things than I did, and nowhere near as much experience as Austin or Diane. "Are you going to be okay?" "Yeah," Austin said still rubbing her ass. "Just give me a sec. It kinda killed the mood." "I'm so sorry," Kelly said as she moved up beside Austin on the bed. "I've never spanked anyone for pleasure before." "The first one was nice, but that last one. Wow. I'd hate to be your kid in trouble." Austin offered a weak smile. "Let me get you some ice or something," I said backing toward the door. Kelly and Austin stayed on the bed, Austin on her tummy, her ass still bearing the handprint in sharp relief on her otherwise flawless skin. As I grasped the doorknob, I heard a loud groan from down the hall. It sounded like Dennis was giving Diane a good fucking from the sounds she was making. But then, I heard a different moan. Female, but different. In fact, it sounded like several different voices. I pulled the door open and took the ten steps past Brenda's door until I could see the couch in the living room. Nothing could have prepared me for what awaited me. ***** Dennis was fucking alright. It just wasn't Diane, who was busy eating another pussy. I blinked as I took in the surprising orgy happening under my own roof. A very naked Karen was in a sixty-nine with Diane, her meaty pussy stretched as far as it could go between Diane's teeth, and her tongue evidently deep inside the former coach. Dennis was drilling into Bethany while he sucked on Tina's tiny breasts and Tina rode Bethany's face. Tommy was naked and fucking another girl, whose face I recognized, but whose name I didn't know. There were two other swim team members engaged in the free for all as well. Naked or near naked bodies were sprawled out all over my living room. I was speechless, and just stood frozen in place as I watched. What were they all doing here? After the morning I had with Kelly and Dennis, then with Diane and Austin, then with Kelly and Austin, my cock refused to go limp, and stood firm, despite my brain being shut down in shock. I was transfixed, watching as Tina noticed me standing there naked, with my cock jutting out before me like a divining rod. A smile spread across her face, and she rose from Bethany's slimy lips and came to me like she was floating on air. She was even shorter than Linda and standing flatfooted could probably give me a blow job. Without one word, she dropped to her knees and inhaled my cock as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. After Diane, Austin, and Kelly, I doubt anyone could impress me with a blow job. While she gave enthusiastic head, and many of my friends say there is no such thing as a bad blow job, hers lacked the skill of the other women. She bobbed back and forth over the head and about another inch or so, but no more. Her mouth was too small, and her teeth occasionally grazed the ridge. She'd never get me off like that, but a younger man would have loved it. Before I knew what was happening, she had somehow climbed up my standing body and was lowering her pussy onto my erection as I cupped her tight ass while her legs were wrapped around my hips. I bottomed out inside her with several inches of my dick still exposed to the air. She was tiny inside and out. "I always knew you had a nice dick, Mr. B," she said as she began sliding herself up and down. "We all tried to get a feel of it the other week in your pool." She tightened her grip on my shoulders and buried her face in my neck as she rode me. "You were so powerful throwing us around. I almost came when you picked me up and tossed me." My hands moved of their own accord, lifting her, and lowering her on my erection. She clenched her pussy on the out stroke, as if reminding me to dive back in. My mind was lost in the moment. No rational thoughts tumbled through the fog of sensations I was experiencing, although I was aware that I should be thinking about something. There was something I was not considering as Tina fucked me. What was it? That thought was dispelled as I felt a tongue lapping at my balls. I tried to look around Tina to see who was kneeling before me, but all I could see was a set of female hips. Whomever it was bathed my ball sack in her warm saliva, and I could feel her wet tongue tickle the base of my cock as Tina lifted on the upstroke. "Oh, my God!" Tina gasped and shuddered in my hands as her pussy clamped down on my cock, threatening to squeeze it out of her. She clenched me tighter as the waves of her orgasm washed over her and her pussy pulsed on my shaft. "Fuck!" I lifted her near limp figure off my erection to put her down when my cock was completely enveloped in moist warmth, and I heard a satisfied "mmmmmmm" as a ring of pressure traveled down my shaft. I looked down as my cock emerged from Karen's mouth, her blue irises searching my face. "Hi, Mr. B," she said after releasing the head of my dick with a pop and sliding her hand up and down my glistening rod. "Tina tastes really good on you." As I put Tina down, Karen slid her hands up my abdomen while she sucked me back into her mouth. I wasn't close to cumming, but after fucking Tina standing up, my legs were tired, so I lay on the carpet. Karen never lost suction on me as she adjusted to the new position. I was content to watch her sandy brown hair fall around her face as she made love to me with her mouth. Her breasts barely jiggled as she worked my cock. While bigger than Tina's, her bust was nowhere as large as Bethany's, or Brenda's for that matter, but they hung perfectly positioned on her athletic frame. "I haven't done this in a long time," she said. She could have fooled me. Her technique was better than Tina's, but I still was not feeling that stirring that signals a build up toward orgasm. She didn't seem to mind, however, as she rose up, swung her leg over my hips and began dragging her pussy and grinding her clit along the length of my cock. I couldn't take my eyes off the full lips that enveloped me and coated me with her passion. As she slid down the length, her lips flared out on either side like a butterfly about to take flight. The fold of flesh covering her clit rolled back when she'd slide forward, revealing what looked like a small penis head, angry red and shiny as it lay atop my larger one. I had never seen such a large clit in my life. Karen dry-humped me, if it can be called that, sliding herself back and forth along my length coating me in her juices, her hands grasping at my chest as her hips rocked. Her hair flicked back and forth over my face, so I brushed it back so I could watch her blue eyes as she worked herself toward an orgasm. I let my fingertips trace a line down from her face along her neck and shoulder, dipping lower to the swell of her breast as they moved in rhythm to her hips. Nestled between her breasts, she wore a red bejeweled heart on a simple gold chain, like the heart on the choker that Austin wore, and matching the necklaces in the suitcase I found. Karen's nipples rose to meet my palms as I teased them by only brushing them with the lightest of touches. She sat back and grabbed my hands in hers, mashing them into her chest. "Pinch them," she said with a gasp. "Pinch them hard." I followed her directions and grasped her nipples with both hands. Her quarter-sized areola stretched into cones as she leaned back, her nipples trapped between my fingers. I gave each nipple a twist for good measure, making Karen gasp and whimper. "Yes!" She closed her eyes. "Harder!" The rocking of her hips sped up dramatically and her motion became more frenetic. "Uhnnn," she moaned when the head of my cock slipped into her molten canal on one of her down-strokes, her motion forcing the full length into her. Her eyes flew open as though it was the last thing she planned on happening. She stiffened up and remained motionless, not pulling off of me, nor fucking me. "Shit! Oh, my God!" A shadow fell over us and I looked up to see the unmistakable bust of Bethany looming over me. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her green eyes burned with a fire as she watched one of her lovers sit astride me. "Kiki? Are you okay?" "He's inside me," she whispered. "I didn't...it wasn't..." Bethany's eyes showed concern, but her mouth curled at the corners. "How does it feel?" Karen searched Bethany's eyes for something I couldn't fathom. It was like there was some unspoken communication going on between them. After a heartbeat, she relaxed. "It feels...nice." "Then have fun with him," Bethany purred. "Tina sure did." Apparently having secured Bethany's permission, Karen began fucking me in earnest, rocking back and forth on my hard-on with gusto. With that, Bethany leaned down until she was inches from my face. Something hit my shoulder and I glanced down to see she also wore the red heart on a chain. I had never been this close to her before, and her eyes grabbed me. They were hazel, with gold flecks in the irises and they held a warmth and coldness in equal measure. "Karen hasn't had a cock inside her since her first time. She didn't enjoy it, so she has avoided it. Until now, that is." She kissed me, sucking my lower lip into her mouth. "Your dick must be something special. I can't wait until it's my turn. You can warm me up, though." With that, she knelt across my face and presented me her pussy. "Eat me." Bethany's pussy was pretty. Not meaty like Karen's, not thin like Tina's, more average. Small flanges of flesh lined either side of a small clit with a thin hood. Her juices were not copious, like Austin's, and not fruity like Diane's, but not unpleasant, either. And Karen's pussy was tight, not as tight as Tina's, and very warm, but not as hot as Diane's. Or Kelly's. Then it occurred to me. I had seen so many pussies in the past week that I was comparing them. There had to be something wrong with that. There were almost a dozen naked young women in my home all engaged in sex. Most of them were still in high school, even if they were all over eighteen. Eighteen. Brenda was eighteen. Brenda. Where was Brenda? This was her group. Was she here somewhere? Having sex? In my house? Suddenly any thought of cumming was driven from my consciousness. What was I doing? I grabbed Bethany by her ass and lifted her from my face, then as I was about to move Karen, she came on my cock, her pussy clutching me and pulsing as she gasped and cried out. "Wow," she breathed as she came down from her release. "I never knew it could feel like that. I've been missing out." Ordinarily, I would revel in such praise, but all my mind could think about was Brenda. Where was she? Was she here? I rolled Karen off me and dislodged myself from her arms and legs, which seemed to want to remain wrapped around me. "Aww. Don't go," Karen whined as she tried to grab my arms. "I want to go again. Make me cum like that again." I looked at her, seeing the passion in her eyes, while at the same time seeing her youth and inexperience. At least, her inexperience where it mattered. "Maybe another time. I have to...I need to...find someone." I stood up and looked around. Several people were still fucking and sucking, but some were lounging and caressing each other. I didn't see Brenda anywhere. I felt relieved that she wasn't participating in the orgy, at least. I walked into the kitchen to find it empty, and the relief increased. Maybe she wasn't here. Maybe she and Linda had no idea this was going on, and were at school, like these students should have been. I passed the fridge and remembered I was supposed to be getting ice for Austin, so I grabbed a cold pack and a towel to take back to my room. When I passed Brenda's door, I heard a loud moan that stopped my heart. Her door was ajar, as though someone had shoved it closed on the way in, but not hard enough to catch the latch. I looked into my room and Austin and Kelly were laying there caressing each other and exchanging soft kisses, so I looked back at my daughter's door. Inside the room, I could hear slapping sounds punctuated with gasps and groans, both male and female. I stepped up to the door and eased it open. This was the room to which I brought Brenda home from the hospital when she was a newborn. Even though we kept her bassinet in our room for the first couple of months, we changed her in here, dressed her in here, and watched her play in here. Now, as I peered into the room, I saw my little girl playing an entirely different game. Brenda was on her knees on her bed. My stomach sank as I took in her naked form, her beautiful full breasts swaying below her, the curve of her back into her strong buttocks, her firm muscular thighs supporting her body as her face, that face I've kissed so many times, the face I've dry tears, bandaged cuts, and even washed clean, the face that has smiled at me in wonder, gawked at me in pride, and scowled at me in anger, that face was buried in the pubes of Ivory Johnson and she was busy feasting for all she was worth. Ivory's juices made Brenda's cheeks shine as she drank from Ivory's honey pot. Brenda's ass rippled under the impacts of some guy's hips as he was driving his cock into my little girl over and over. He held her waist for leverage as he fucked my daughter. Her breasts swung in time with his thrusts. He reached forward and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face from Ivory, her mouth and chin dripping with juice, and she gasped in pleasure as she rose and turned her face to kiss him. Between her breasts, a red heart dangled on a chain. A flash of light caught my eye and drew my gaze to her broad, brown nipples. My eyes bulged as I took in her areola, each of which had to be almost three inches across capped with a prominent nipple pierced with a silver barbell. I couldn't pull my eyes away from her tits as he mauled them all the while never missing a stroke. Brenda keened as her chest flushed. Her nipples enlarged and the wet smacking sounds of their coupling amplified. "God! Yes! Right there. Harder!" She opened her eyes and fixed on Ivory, still splayed out in front of her. There was a hunger in her eye that I hadn't seen in six years. A hunger that can only be sated by raw passion, and it didn't matter from whom that passion flowed. Carrie had given me that look enough times, and I swear I could see my wife in Brenda's face as she licked her lips and trembled. My little girl was cumming. "Fuck!" And, God help me, my cock lurched. Ivory had replaced Brenda's tongue with three of her own fingers from each hand and was busy trying to stuff as many of them into her pussy as she could, determined to cum again at the same time as Brenda. The guy grunted and slowed his stroke, reaching down to grab his cock before pulling back. Brenda spun around and knelt before him to jack his dick and drink his cum, her ass high in the air atop her reddened thighs, and I caught sight of the purple jeweled butt plug nestled between her ass cheeks. Her pussy was engorged, shiny, and gaping open revealing the bright red flesh within. Her still throbbing clit bore a small silver hoop through its hood. She drank his cum like a woman possessed, as though it were the sweetest nectar, the most potent drug, or the last drop of water in the desert. "Damn, girl," the guy said. He was young, probably not much older than she was, and probably on the swim team, too. "You sure know how to make a guy feel good." "Not just guys," Ivory said grinning while she casually stroked the landing strip of hair on her pussy. "So, Brenda, not that I'm complaining or anything. But why have you never hosted a party here before?" "Hey," Brenda said, "It's my birthday. I'm finally eighteen. I get to do what I want," she said with a satisfied smile on her face. "At least until my dad gets home." She slid to the edge of the bed and turned toward the door, where I stood. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and the color drained from her face. "D-Daddy? What are you doing here?" My brain couldn't formulate words. I was still trying and failing to process what I had just seen. It didn't help that she was standing naked before me, a smear of cum still clinging to her lip, while I stood naked before her, my dick still at half-mast and covered with the cum of her teammates. The only thing I could say was what I always said to that question. "I live here." ***** Carrie's funeral almost killed me. A cool breeze brought a shiver on that late summer day, even though the sun shone high in the sky, the wind blew in gentle wafts that rustled the leaves on the trees, and flowers were still in bloom. All that didn't matter. My heart was a cold, wet, miserable place. I wouldn't have known the difference if the weather had mirrored my mood. We stood on a hill under a maple tree. This was her parent's family plot. We each had purchased plots side-by-side, thinking we would spend eternity together like we had spent our lives together. Now, she was the first one in the ground. Her parents were standing next to me dabbing their eyes. Their plots were one row up, the ground still undisturbed. Brenda stood in front of me, my hands on her shoulders. At twelve, she had not yet had her final growth spurt, nor developed her womanly attributes, and was still my little girl dressed in a simple black dress. The Mitchell's stood on my other side. No one said a word as the Minister recited his message and committed her to the ground. I wasn't listening. I had a void in my soul that nothing could fill. I was certain that the rest of my life was going to be a meaningless string of joyless days. It took every fiber of my being not to turn into a blubbering idiot. But I couldn't let myself do that. Brenda needed me. I would be there for her. As people filed out of the cemetery, I knelt before Brenda and hugged her. Tears pooled in her eyes, but she kept her lips stiff and refused to sob. "Brenda, honey, it's okay to be sad." She just flicked her eyes up at mine, then back to the ground into which her mother's casket had just been lowered. "Sweetie, did you hear me?" She nodded. "You know I'll always be here for you, right?" "Mom said that, too." She didn't say it with any sarcasm nor malice. She just stated a fact, punctuated with a sniffle. One simple fact that underscored the powerlessness I felt in a large wide sharpie stroke. After the funeral, I went back to work. Brenda went back to school in the fall. She spent a lot of time at the Mitchell's while I worked until school started. I had to go through the records for the insurance, and the bank accounts, and the court filings. The death certificate had to go to too many places, the insurance needed too many repetitive forms, and I received too many phone calls from people wanting money. I was barely holding it together. I would see her picture and a rage would engulf me. I would see her makeup in the bathroom and desolation would swallow me. I enter the closet to get dressed and see her clothes hanging there as they always had, and despair would consume me. It took every ounce of strength to make myself get out of bed and function, and it exhausted me. After I woke up with a throbbing head and clutching an empty bottle I knew something had to give. I gathered all the records, papers, documents, and such and put it in boxes. I didn't even look at them before stuffing them in the boxes and shoving the boxes into the spare room. I couldn't bear to look at them. I followed that with Carrie's clothes. Then her knickknacks. Then most of the pictures. Anything that reminded me of her. I simply stuffed them into that room. The room that was supposed to be our second child's bedroom. The child that now would never be born. Kelly and Dennis came over a lot, and I was not hospitable, despite their repeated attempts. I rejected their offers of help. I turned down invitations to go out. I refused offers of vacations. I was an ass. Being around them reminded me of all the times with Carrie. I did a good job of walling myself off from the world. I never opened the spare room door again. ***** "Get dressed and get them out of here, please." I didn't wait for Brenda to respond. I turned and walked into my room where Kelly and Austin were still on the bed. They noticed my mood and separated. "Barry," Kelly said, "What's wrong?" I tossed the ice pack and towel on the bed. "This is for your butt," I said to Austin, but I didn't look at her. "But I think I'd like everyone to leave now." "What happened?" I grabbed my shorts and a muscle shirt and dressed quickly, not bothering with underwear. "Just go, please." Kelly was not satisfied. "Barry? What happened..." she stopped talking when the sound of people from the living room grew loud. "What's all that?" A fire flared behind my eyes, and a snarl curled my lips. I turned and strode down the hall prepared to grab people by the short hairs and toss them into the yard, dressed or not. I couldn't articulate the source of my anger, but it surged. Kelly followed behind me while Austin wriggled into her boy shorts. Several people were already on their way out the open front door. Brenda stood there in a swimsuit cover up, her face full of apology as her teammates filed past her in various stages of dress. Several muttered "Happy Birthday" on their way out. I looked into the living room and Diane was fastening her skirt. Dennis sat on the couch in his pants and unbuttoned shirt running his hands through his hair. He seemed to go out of his way to avoid looking at Brenda in her cover up, especially since, with the door open and the light shining through, her full figure was on display through the sheer fabric. Austin stood in the entry to the hall trying her best to look small. Her straight arms crossed in front of her, her face down. She looked like a child waiting for her parents to begin yelling. I had no idea where Kelly went. They all looked at me as though waiting for a volcano to erupt. "I'm sorry," I said, though I didn't feel it. "I need to sort this out with Brenda right now. Please give me the space and time to do that." "Barry," Dennis stood up and began to button his shirt, "don't blame Brenda..." "Dennis, stop. I'm not blaming anyone for anything. I was here, too. But I need to talk to my daughter about this, and I'd rather do it just the two of us." I walked toward Austin and put my hand on her shoulder. "I'll talk to you later." I turned back to the room. "I'll talk to you all later." I walked past Austin into my room, where I turned and waited for Brenda to follow me. She slunk into the room and stood next to my chair as I closed the door. I didn't know if anyone was leaving or not, but I couldn't be bothered to think about that now. I gestured for her to take the seat while I sat on the mussed bed. I could still smell Kelly and Austin in the room, but that was preferable to smelling Brenda's sex in her room, or the residue of all those naked people having sex in the living room. "First of all, Happy Birthday, sweetie." She blinked hard clearly not expecting that. "Uhm...thanks?" "No, I mean it. This is your birthday. Your eighteenth birthday. This is a milestone that should be commemorated. It means something." "Does it?" She eyed me warily, not entirely believing me. "Does it really?" "You're talking about our argument last night?" She nodded. "You snuck out before I calmed down enough to apologize for some of the things I said." I waited for her sarcastic comeback, but she just lowered her eyes. "I was trying to talk to you about," I gestured to the hallway, "this very kind of thing, and you bit my head off. I reacted poorly." "But..." she struggled with her words, as if not knowing the best way to express herself. "I...I mean, how am I supposed to...." "How are you supposed to talk to your dad about sex?" Her head dipped in the barest of nods. "I know it isn't easy, Brenda. Believe me when I say this is difficult for me, too. I never talked with my folks about sex, other than the simple birds and bees talk when I was a kid. I got the feeling my dad assumed I was getting laid and was proud of it. He never asked me about girls or anything, though. I figure my ma thought I was a virgin until the day she passed away. "I was too embarrassed to bring it up to my dad. I had to figure things out as I went. It didn't help that I was a shy nerd." I laughed and she smiled. "You don't suffer from that malady." "Actually, I am a nerd," she said. "Well, then, nerd must mean something different from when I grew up. Back in my day, nobody wanted to see a nerd naked." "Well," Brenda wrestled with her words, "Uhm, in case you didn't notice, all my friends wanted to see you naked." She blushed as a grin spread across her face. "And now they have." "That's certainly true." I felt my face flush. In the moment, I never contemplated that all these hot girls actually wanted me. But evidently they did. "Now, at the risk of sounding too parental, why aren't the lot of you in school?" Brenda's smile dropped and she looked at the ceiling behind me. "Uhm..." I waited for what seemed like an hour as she looked around the room. "Well?" "The team wanted to celebrate my birthday, and, uh, well..." "Hold it before you hurt yourself thinking up an excuse. I know about the 'club,'" I pointed at her heart pendant, "and I know it has a lot to do with sex." Her hand jerked to her pendant still resting on the swell of her breasts, her cleavage showcased by her cover up. I couldn't help noticing the sheer fabric highlighting the shape of the barbells in her nipples. "Well, I, uh..." Her eyes finally found mine again. "Are you sure you want to hear this?" "Brenda, I want to understand you. I thought we had honest communication between us. But now I see there is a whole side of you that I don't know and that scares me." She looked like she was waiting for me to continue. "Obviously, you're not a virgin. And obviously you're not a, how did Speedo boy put it, a Dyke? So, just tell me what all this means. And start at the beginning." My daughter sighed. "Will you hate me?" "I could never hate you, sweetheart. Never in a million years." And she told me. She gave me the details of how Tony Scarpetti took her virginity in the back of his Forerunner her sophomore year. She told me about how she met Austin her freshman year on the Swim Team, and how Austin showed her the more risqué techniques of sapphic love, including multiple partners. She told me about the swinger lifestyle, which is what the jeweled hearts represent. "Austin told me that any swinger wears them to events to show that they are in the lifestyle to other members who might want to play." "Hers is different, though," I said. "She wears hers on a collar." "She's a sub. The collar represents ownership or control. She wears it when she's with Coach West." I felt my eyebrows pop. That filled in another puzzle piece. "So, Diane is a Dom, and Austin is her pet." "Right. So, you do know something about it." I chuckled. "I'm not completely clueless about sex in the new millennium, dear. Besides, people have been playing like this for centuries. But evidently, Diane is not all Dom. Kelly had her submissive." "Linda's mom?" Austin blinked and couldn't have looked any more surprised if I had said she had three breasts. "She's a Dom? Wait. How would you know that? When did that happen?" "Well, she was in my room this morning. With Austin and me. When the party started. I don't know if she goes for the label, but she sure put Diane in her place for her affair with Dennis." "Coach West was fucking Linda's dad?" That blackness came back to her eye for a moment. "That bitch!" "Brenda!" I admonished. "I'm sorry, but I can't believe she did that. Is that why she was here this morning?" "Well, from what I know of Dennis, it wasn't as though she sought him out. But that's another talk. Let's talk about why all your friends came into our home when they should be in school." "After the meet, we were all planning on partying to celebrate the first win, but then, you know, things got weird. Between us, I mean. And with Linda." "I remember." "So, this morning before first period, Ivory said we should have the party today, since it was my birthday and all. And I was still a little mad at you. And...well, I said okay." It took a lot of effort to keep my face neutral. I was seriously disappointed that she broke one of the few rules I have in the house, but I didn't want to shut her down when she was finally opening up to me. "She spread the word to the others on the team, and well, here we are." "I see." I got up off the bed and walked to the window, glancing out to the pool. Watching the sunlight glinting off the water took me back to simpler times. Like a month ago. Before all this started and Brenda showed me she was a woman, in every sense of the word. My emotions welled up like a river after a flood threatening to burst the dam. "You have grown up. You're not my little girl anymore," my voice trembled. "I can't protect you. I haven't protected you like I should. I'm such a failure." "Daddy, no!" Brenda ran over to me wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. I could feel her tears on my back as she pressed herself to me. "You haven't failed me at all. You've always been there for me when I needed you." "But you couldn't trust me with all this..." I turned around and she melted into my arms. "I thought you'd hate me if you knew. That you would think me a freak or something." I felt a surge in my eye and a pull on my heart. "I could never hate you. You're my daughter. I love you more than anything. You're the last thing I have of your mother. God!" I blinked my tears back. "You are so much like her. You have her eyes. Her beauty. Her spirit. When I look at you, I can see her." Brenda sniffled and then laughed. "Except my boobs," she said trying to lighten the mood. "In pictures, Mom's are smaller." "Well, you got those from my mom. You're welcome." We laughed together as we held each other. My mother passed before I met Carrie, so neither she nor Brenda had ever seen how well-endowed she had been. We returned to sitting on the bed where she filled me in on her sexual journey for the next several minutes, and I had to force myself to not get an erection. Several hours of naked hotties, and blow jobs, and sex and I had not cum left me with a bit of a buildup of pressure. I had to keep my legs crossed while sitting next to her on the bed to hide any telltale bulge that might pop up. She was telling me explicit details while wearing nothing but a slinky, sheer cover over her naked body, which only made her more tantalizing. I would never make a move on her. But any human male would have to react to such a gorgeous woman talking about her sex life. "So, I have a question." I interrupted at a lull in her story. " Are you bisexual, or what?" She couldn't have rolled her eyes anymore if they were able to leave her skull and fly through the air around her head. "No, Daddy. I'm not gay or lesbian or whatever label they put on it these days. If I had to wear a label, I guess it would be pansexual. I just love the feeling of getting and giving pleasure to someone I care about. The anatomy doesn't matter. The person does." My brain didn't want to process what I was hearing. I'd never experienced such a carefree attitude about sex. Well, not that I was aware of, since evidently Carry had such an attitude before I met her. Brenda was so nonchalant. Sex was just fun. It was just pleasure. It seemed to hold no more special significance. It might as well have been a handshake. Granted, a very pleasurable handshake, but still. My parents would never have accepted such a cavalier attitude from me about it. I, however, couldn't fault Brenda for her attitude, could I? Hadn't I been avoiding relationships myself all this time? How could I expect Brenda to do any different? Of course, I never considered sex with another guy. Brenda not only considers it, she acts on it. "But do you have a preference?" "Well," she said making a show of touching her chin and tilting her head, "each has its own unique qualities that I like, but if I had to pick one, I like playing with women, but I guess I'm still more romantically drawn to men." "Well, there it is then." I drummed my finger on my knee not knowing how to respond to that revelation. At least it meant that someday she might find a nice boy to marry and start a family, so my parents wouldn't roll over in their graves, and I would be able to have grandchildren that had some of Carrie in them. Thinking about kids reminded me of another question. " And those toys in the suitcase in your room. Are they yours?" "Yes. Well, not just mine. We kind of share them." "Who's we?" "Bethany, Karen, Linda, and me." My eyebrow felt like it was trying to curl over the top of my head. Linda? Sweet innocent Linda? "Linda too?" Brenda almost laughed. "She's not as innocent as she plays being, Dad. We've been playing together since we were fourteen. But she only plays with herself, or me. She likes watching, though." "Really?" Brenda nodded. "I guess you two have that in common." Now it was my turn to look confused. "Oh, Dad, I know about the security camera. I saw the video on your computer. Along with an impressive porn stash." "Oh, you went snooping on my machine? What about my privacy?" She looked chagrined. "Busted. Okay. I shouldn't have, but I couldn't surf porn on my machine in case you look there. I figured you would never notice if I looked at your stash. I found it there." "So that's why you covered the camera the last sleepover." She nodded. After several moments of silence, she drew a long breath. "So, what now? Where do we go from here?" ***** We hadn't finished our talk when I heard a commotion from the living room. I glanced at the door, then back to Brenda who shrugged. I was about to go see what was going on when my door burst open, and a fiery young woman exploded into my room. "What the hell?" Linda looked at Brenda and blinked when she saw Brenda's state of dress. Then she looked at me in nothing but a pair of shorts and a workout shirt and blinked again. "What's going on in here? I come back to see my mom and dad sitting together on the sofa, and Coach West and Austin all talking together like they're best buds. And you're both in here half naked?" She turned toward Brenda before either of us could answer. "And why weren't you in school? I was going to ride home with you, but I had to take the bus again." "Linda," Brenda began, but she was interrupted when Kelly came into the room. Kelly had cleaned up and dressed and gave no sign of the activities of the morning. "Honey, Brenda and her father are in the middle of an important discussion. We need to give them some privacy. Now come on, we can talk in the living room." "Oh, no. I'm not going to be left out this time. If something is happening, I want to know about it before it happens. No more trying to let me down easy after the fact." "Linda Mitchell," Kelly raised her voice to Mom level. "You get yourself into that living room right now. We will discuss it there." "Discuss what? Who's fucking who? You don't think I know what went on here? I can fucking smell it." Linda leveled a hard look at me that made me want to shrivel up and die. I don't think I ever felt so small. "I guess that's the only real question...and maybe it doesn't really matter, does it?" She whirled on her heal and marched out of my room. Kelly looked her apology back at me before she turned and followed her. "Brenda, we can finish this later. Go calm her down. You're probably the only one who can right now." "Somehow, I doubt that," Brenda said under her breath. "Let me put something else on, first." I dropped into my chair and blew out a long breath as I ran my hand through my hair. I had no idea what to do next. Nothing in my life ever prepared me for a situation like this one. In one day, my life had been turned upside down. Everything I thought I understood about life, both mine and my daughter's, was set sideways. A shadow fell across me, and I looked up at Dennis, still wearing nothing but pants with his shirt unbuttoned, and no socks or shoes. "Hell of a day, eh bud?" "Understatement of a lifetime," I said as he took a seat on the bed. We sat in silence together for a moment before he sighed. "I need to know something, though." "I don't know what I could know that would possibly help you, since I have been so clueless for the past six years. Hell, the past twenty." Dennis sat on the corner of my mattress and wrung his hands together. "Are you in love with Kelly?" "What?" I sat up and blinked. "No! Whatever gave you that idea?" "Well, she told me she spent the night here last night." "She did. I slept on the couch. Linda was here, too. In Brenda's room." Dennis didn't look convinced. "But, the thing is, Bare, Kelly has been a cold fish for more than six years. Since right before Carrie died. And after one night in your house, suddenly she's an insatiable slut like she was in college. I don't know how you did it, but I need to know what happened." "Dennis, I wish I could take credit for the transformation, but I can't. She came over here last night in that outfit with that haircut. I had nothing to do with it. Hell, I was as surprised as you are. I haven't seen Kelly any more than I've seen you in the past six years. And I'm not in love with you either." I tried a jovial smile which he returned. "Then what...?" "Ask her." "What?" "I said, ask Kelly. She'll tell you. I have a feeling she won't be sitting on her feelings anymore." "Ask me what?" Kelly returned to the room. I looked a question at her, and she shrugged. "Brenda's talking to her right now. I got the feeling they didn't want to discuss it around parents. Now, ask me what?" "Why the change?" Dennis looked up, his eyes wide and hopeful. "You mean why did I fuck the socks off of both of you?" Kelly grinned. "And Diane..." "Well, that slut had it coming," Kelly huffed. She told Dennis about her talk with the youth minister and how it opened her eyes to her misunderstanding of her beliefs. In the end, they sat together on the bed with their arms around each other. I half expected them to start fucking again, but then Kelly turned to me. "So, what's your excuse?" "Excuse me?" "You fucked half of the girls that were here this morning. I heard about your performance." "I fu...I was...Tina and Karen both seduced me, yes. That's not half." "No. You fucked Austin too. And you were going to fuck Bethany if you hadn't stopped. Why did you stop?" I didn't want to discuss this. I had no real answer as to why I did what I did. I'd had those girls in my house countless times over the years and never once gave serious thought to having sex with them. Oh, sure, I fantasized about it, but I'd never had done it. Would I? "I remembered Brenda." "And the thought that she might be involved bothered you? No, don't deny it. We all saw it when you brought the festivities to a crashing halt." "What was I supposed to do? She's my baby. Are you telling me that if Linda were here, it wouldn't bother you seeing her fucking all those kids?" "We're not talking about me, Barry." Kelly was winding up again. She had a point she wanted to make, and she was by God going to make it. "We're talking about you. And your attitude toward sex." "What attitude? I'm no prude." "No, you're not. You never were. But you do have some antiquated, parochial ideas about it. You seem to think that recreational sex is fine for guys, and girls you don't know. But for Brenda, it has to mean something. There has to be a commitment before things get physical." "You don't know what you're talking about." "Don't I? What did you tell Brenda this weekend?" Shit. Brenda must have told her about our fight at some point. Or Linda did. "That's different. I'm her father." "So? She's a young woman, Barry. Or hadn't you noticed." Oh, I noticed, all right. "And she had needs, and desires, just like any other woman. Like me. Like Carrie did." I raised my hand to stop her, but she barreled on. "No, don't think that talking about Carrie is off limits. She's the reason we're in this mess. At least partially. You haven't fully healed yet, Barry. You're still holding on." "No, you're wrong. I've moved on. I've dated." "You've fucked, Barry. You've scratched an itch. You haven't move on one inch. You want to know how I know?" She got up off the bed and went to the door. "Now, wait a minute..." "You see this door?" She was standing at the door between Brenda's and my rooms. The spare room. The room that was supposed to be our second child's room. "Kelly, don't..." She opened the door, which screamed on its hinges as it opened. "Kelly, stop." I tried to get up, but I couldn't move. The light filtered out into the hallway from inside the room. The color of the light was muted, like a dress left in an attic for decades. Rays of light highlighted the dust particles that drifted out of the room into the hallway. "You want to tell me about all that?" Kelly gestured her arm at the room. I didn't need to get up to see what she was pointing at. I knew full well what was in there. I put it there six years ago. That was the last time I opened that door. "Barry, tell me. What is all this?" "Daddy?" Brenda crept up beside Kelly, with Linda right behind her. They both stared wide-eyed at the open door. Kelly cast a glance at the girls before she stepped into the room. "Kelly, wait," I hopped up and followed her as far as the doorway. She was standing next to a stack of boxes covered in a thick layer of dust. Behind the stack was a pile of clothes still on hangers draped over a bed that had never been slept in. Other boxes were placed haphazardly around the room. A crib sat disassembled in one corner. The walls were decorated with posters and art from children's books. Many of them had hung in Brenda's room before she got too old for them. Carrie moved them into this room when she and Brenda redecorated. That was about a month or two before Carrie got sick. We never finished this room. "This is what I'm talking about, Barry. Carrie is still here. Her casket might as well be resting right here in this house along with all this other stuff." She stepped up to me, her nose inches from my chest, and looked up into my eyes. "You need to let her go. You need to let all this go. It's nothing but stuff now. She wouldn't want you wallowing in her old junk. I mean look at this." She walked back to the top box and looked in. "Oh, my!" She reached in, disturbed a puff of dust, and retrieved a dingy handbag. Carrie's purse. The purse she took to the hospital. She opened it and pulled out Carrie's wallet and check book. "Hmph," she chuckled. "There still money in here. And what's this?" She reached into another pocket and pulled out an envelope. "Oh!" She blinked and dropped the purse as she stared in shock at the envelope in her hand. "Oh, God." She looked up at me with wide eyes. "You didn't read this?" "What? What is it?" "Carrie wrote this for you. She wrote one for me and Brenda, too. This one's still sealed. Why didn't you read it?" "I didn't know about it." I closed the distance in two steps and reached to take the envelope from her, but stopped short, my hand hovering like it was a hot poker about to burn me. I saw my name printed on the envelope. It was in Carrie's writing. I recognized it. I hadn't seen her writing in six years, but I recognized it. My heart thumped in my chest and my fingers trembled. "Come on, Barry," Kelly said offering me the envelope. "Take it." I touched the paper like it was a sacred scroll unearthed after countless centuries and one that would disintegrate with the wind. My fingers traced the letters of my name as a tear welled in my eye. I turned it over and peeled it open. Several pages of lined stationary were folded up inside, each with Carrie's scrolling writing. I opened them and, with a deep breath, I read. ***** Barry, my love. I hope I'm wrong when I write this, but if you're reading it, then I'm not. I know the doctor said I would get over this, but somehow, I don't think so. I looked it up on the Internet and it's not good. Chances are you know this by now. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I let Brenda down. Barry, I'm going to die. I know it. I can feel it. But I also know that if I die, I die knowing that I have loved the only man in the world I could have, and that he loved me. You are everything to me, my love. The day begins and ends with you. You have never given me any reason to doubt your love for me, nor to question my future with you. If I had known twelve years ago that I would die today, I would do everything again just to spend all the time I have left with you. You have given me the happiest moments of my life. You have given me the greatest child on the planet. You have given me purpose. My only regret is that stupid year when I questioned if I was worthy of you. Barry, honey, I know you love me, and nothing will ever change that, but when I'm gone, don't close your heart to love. Brenda will need you and a girl needs a father who is open to love. Don't hide yourself away. Don't isolate yourself or throw yourself into your work. Meet someone. Love someone. Show our daughter how a man is supposed to love a woman, what a loving couple are to each other. Find someone and love her like you love me. Do it for Brenda. Do it for me. Brenda is going to need you especially now in the coming years as she turns into a woman. Barry, I never told you much about how I was in high school, but I made some mistakes that I don't want Brenda to make, and since I won't be there to help her, it falls to you. I have a diary that I kept from those years. It's in my hope chest in the closet. Read it. Learn from my mistakes and keep Brenda from repeating them. Kelly knows what I mean. The two of you should be able to manage without me. If you ever need help, know that Kelly and Dennis will always be there for you. They have been family to me for most of my life, and they love you like a brother. I will love you forever, babe. I will be waiting for you in heaven with open arms. Your loving wife Carrie ***** I was on my knees on the floor, the letter crumpled in my hand as my shoulders trembled with silent sobs. Tears stung my eyes and dripped off my nose as I stared at the note. Kelly and Dennis stood on either side of me, and the girls were kneeling beside me. No one said anything as I digested what I read. Brenda rubbed her hands in small circles on my shoulders, while Linda stroked back and forth on my lower back. I leaned into my daughter's arms and she held me. "We'll give you a minute," Kelly said as she pulled Dennis' arm. "No," I said and sniffled. "I'm good. Uhm," I looked around the room. "Geez, I haven't been in here in a while." "I know, Daddy," Brenda said. "I guess we could have used this room for company. Hell, Linda could have stayed in here last week." "It's okay, Daddy. We didn't mind. We probably would have stayed in my room together anyway." "Yeah," Linda said. "Still. We need to fix this. This," I waved my arm at the clothes and boxes, "all this needs to go. It's time." I stood up and shook six years of weight from my shoulders. "Right." I looked at the letter in my hand. "Right." "Right, Dad!" Brenda stood up and grabbed a box. Kelly and Dennis looked at each other and shrugged before grabbing other boxes. In a few hours, the room was empty. Most of Carrie's clothes had been bagged for donation. Kelly took some outfits, Brenda took others, not as many, since Brenda was bigger in almost every aspect than her mother: taller, bustier, and curvier. Much of Carrie's jewelry was divvied up between the three of them; Kelly squealed when she found some of Carrie's older things that she remembered from high school, though I kept Carrie's wedding rings. I planned on giving them to Brenda when and if she ever married. As we carted the last box to the garbage, a thought hit me. "Carrie mentioned a diary in her letter, but I didn't see one in any of these boxes. Did anyone find one?" The Mitchells all shrugged, but Brenda shifted around on her feet, her hands behind her back as she kept her eyes on the floor. "Uhm...well..." "Brenda?" "I...I...uhm...I found it. A while ago." "A while ago? How long ago?" "Well, like, uhm, last year." "You've been in this room?" "I...I..." she looked panicked, like she thought I was angry with her. "I was missing her. It was on my birthday, and she died right before my birthday and I couldn't stop thinking about her and how much I needed her and missed her and...and...and..." She started to tear up as her words tripped over themselves. "Shhh, sweetie," I held her and rested my chin on the crown of her head. "It's okay. I'm not mad. I just never thought you came in here." "Only once in a while. I found her diary," she choked back a sob, "and reading it was like talking to her." I nodded silently. I was envious that she had that, but also, grateful, if it eased her pain. "Well, I'm glad you got to have that time with your mom." "She, uh, wrote me a letter, too." "She did?" "Yeah, it was in the same box as her diary. She told me to take care of you. That you would need me more than ever. And she was right." "She always was." "She also told me not to tell you she said that." I chuckled. "That sounds like Carrie." After several moments of holding my daughter, I remembered there were others in the room. "Sorry, guys." "Hey," Dennis said, "don't worry about it. You guys needed that. Listen, we've pretty much finished with this stuff," he gestured to the now mostly empty room, "so I think we'll all make ourselves scarce and give you guys some quality time." He moved his arms to herd Kelly and Linda toward the door. Before I could object, Brenda beat me to it. "Don't you dare. This is a day of celebration. You two are back together, I was top ranked at the swim meet, and last but not least, it's my birthday, so I get to say what we do. And I say Pizza!" There she goes again, giving orders. Brenda raised her eyebrow at me challenging me to refuse her. I couldn't. Dennis and Kelly nodded as well. I caught Linda's eye as she smiled at me. "That sounds good to me," I said. Linda clapped her hands and bounced on her toes. She looked so happy. So full of life. Her energy was contagious. Making her happy felt good. Part of me wanted to spend a lifetime making her happy. She bounced into me under my left arm as Brenda held me under my right. This was the beginning of a new day and who could say what tomorrow would bring?

The New Rules By SuperEvil Chapter 27 Abbie ran and ran, not even sure where she was going. She ran all the way out of the lunchroom and even outside of the school building. She just let her legs carry her where they may, in her emotional state, which ended up being to the back of the school, near the track field. She still was having trouble understanding why Blake had yelled at her in front of everyone in the lunchroom. She realized it wasn't just being laughed at while naked that upset her, but being scorned for it too. The problem was that what she had said to Blake was true. She was now sure that she enjoyed being nude, no matter what he or anyone else might think of her for it. If Blake couldn't understand that, then maybe they were not meant to be together, and that realization broke Abbie’s heart. She wanted to be alone after what had happened. She spotted the baseball diamond, deciding under the bleachers would be a good place to hide. No longer sobbing, but with tears still running down her cheeks, she took refuge underneath the metallic structure. Once she was sure she was hidden, she took a few deep breaths, attempting to regain her composure. "Abbie?" "Huh?" Abbie spun around, startled, looking into the shadowy darkness of the underside of the bleachers. Letting her eyes adjust, she could see it was Vanessa sitting there, all alone. "Oh hey. Sorry. I didn't mean to intrude." "Abbie, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" The punk chick asked with concern. Abbie let out a deep sigh. "I think I just broke up with my boyfriend." "Really? Why?" "It's a long story. Basically it seems he doesn't like it if I get naked on my own." "What an ass! Who could ever be upset at you for being naked?" Vanessa's face grimaced, remembering how she had teased Abbie just that morning for the very same thing. Abbie laughed at her course language, having to agree with her assessment of Blake. "Thanks for the laugh. I'll let you get back to... Doing whatever you were doing." "No, don't go. I could use the company." Vanessa said. "I wasn't really doing anything besides eating my lunch alone anyway." She held up her bag of chips. "Want some?" "Thanks." Abbie came over and took a couple. "God, this is always going to be a problem, isn't it? There's always going to be someone causing problems for me because of my nudity." A few small tears leaked from Abbie's eyes. "Screw what other people think! Do what you wanna do!" Vanessa implored. "If you wanna be naked, then be naked! What's it to anybody else?" "I wish it were that easy." "How is it not? You spent 45 minutes naked in math class this morning! So confident and relaxed too! You hardly reacted at all when I tried to make fun of you." "That's true. It still bothered me a little, you know." "I know. And I'm really sorry about that. I told you why I did it anyway. I wish I could be half as confident about how I look, as you seem to be about yourself." Abbie blushed and smiled at the compliment. "Thanks, but I don't know if that's how I really feel. It's just kind of a face I put on." "Well fake it till you make it!" Vanessa said with a smile. "You just got done telling me you like being naked." "Yeah, that's true." Abbie nodded her head. "So then, just do it! Get undressed and join me for lunch." Abbie's eyes opened a little wider in response. "Here? Now?" "Sure. Why the fuck not? You like being naked. I like it when you're naked. What's the fucking hold up?" "I mean… I… I guess…" Abbie started pulling her t-shirt over her head. "You're right. I do like being naked. I mean, you don't mind, right? You've seen me naked already. And there's nobody else here." She kicked off her shoes, and stripped off her socks. "Exactly right! Who gives a fuck! You be you Abbie! Get naked!" Vanessa said with exuberance. Abbie had her skirt off too, and was now slipping her panties down her legs. "Yeah! Fu… Fuck what other people think! I like being naked!" She said with determination, now standing completely naked in front of the punk girl. "Come join me for lunch." Vanessa patted the spot in the grass next to her, giving Abbie a coy smirk. The now once again nude girl eagerly took the spot, stretching her bare legs out in front of her, and happily accepted half of Vanessa's bologna sandwich. The two girls enjoyed each other's company as they ate, one in her skimpy punk clothes, and the other completely naked. “So I told you why I’m here. Now you tell me why you are hiding out under the bleachers.” Abbie said to the punk girl. “Who says I’m hiding out?” Vanessa gave her a standoffish glare. Abbie looked back at her skeptically. “Be honest.” “Fine.” Vanessa gave a little wince before continuing. “Everyone was being such assholes to me after math class. Hey Vanessa, nice tits! Hey Vanessa, when you getting naked again!? Fucking assholes!” “People can be real jerks sometimes.” Abbie agreed. “But I’m surprised you would let it bother you. Especially after everything you just told me. Screw what other people think, right?” Vanessa blushed. Living up to her own words was very difficult for her in this situation. “Yeah, it’s just…” “It’s hard…” Abbie completed, for her. “Can I ask why being seen naked is your biggest fear?” “When I was young...” Vanessa began explaining. “I actually used to run around naked inside my house all the time. I mean, pretty young. Like until I was six or seven. My parents never really had a problem with it, or made a big deal out of it. Then one day my grandparents came to visit from Japan. My grandma was very strict and traditional. She didn’t like to see me running around naked I guess, and thought she would teach me a lesson.” “What’d she do?” Abbie asked, since the girl had seemed to stop talking. “She invited a bunch of other kids from the neighborhood into our house when I was naked without me knowing. Until it was too late. They all saw me naked and laughed at me, and called me names. I still remember their favorite, naked Nessa.” A small tear ran down her cheek. “I heard that one for years, even if they only ever saw me like that the one time.” Abbie reached out, wiping the tear from the girl’s face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories for you.” “It’s alright.” Vanessa forced a smile. “I guess her lesson worked. I never ran around naked after that… 'Til today.” She let out a quick laugh. “If I would have known… I’m sorry I suggested that to Mr. Rusconi.” “Hey, it’s ok. I did the same thing to you, as those kids did to me. I’m the one that should be apologizing.” “Those kids that laughed at you should be the ones apologizing. Definitely your grandma too!” Abbie countered. “She died a few years ago.” Vanessa explained. “I only got to see her one other time. When my family went to visit Japan, around when I was 12. It was pretty cool there, but I avoided my grandma as much as possible.” “I don’t blame you.” “Can I ask you something?” Abbie nodded her head. “That kid, Matt. He said something about having the same rules at your house. What was he talking about?” Abbie had to look away from the girl. It was too humiliating to explain the rules while looking at her. “Matt’s mom made a rule that all girls must be naked at their house. His mom is my mom’s boss and mentor. I guess she talked my mom into making the same rules for my house, so now all girls have to be naked there too.” “What!? Really!?” Vanessa looked at the girl in shock. “So if, for example, I came over to your house…?” “Yes. You would have to be naked too.” Abbie looked over at the girl finally. She was surprised to see a contemplative look on her face. “One, that’s bullshit you don’t get a choice in the matter. But two…” “What?” “Nothing. I was just thinking… You really DO make a good looking nudist you know. Your mom’s probably on to something with that rule.” Vanessa giggled. Abbie had to giggle along with her. “That’s what everybody keeps telling me. Sometimes I’m not so sure.” Vanessa scoffed at her. “What!? Come on, you’re so pretty!” “But my boobs are so small. I wish they were bigger like yours.” “You don’t need big boobs to be pretty.” Vanessa scooted a little closer to Abbie, until their hips were almost touching. Then she shyly looked up and down along Abbie's naked body, taking her entire form in. "Your skin is so smooth and beautiful too." She said, still staring down at Abbie's bare legs stretched out in front of her. "Ohh… Uh, thank you." Abbie wasn't sure what else to say. Suddenly the mood had shifted, with the girl sitting so much closer. “These things just cause me problems anyways.” Vanessa gestured at her chest. Abbie could feel her face getting warmer as she stared at the girl’s ample cleavage. "They look great to me…" She said with a small gulp. "Thanks." Vanessa smiled. She couldn't resist running her finger tip along Abbie's knee, and up her thigh, just stopping short of between her legs. "Your skin is so soft to the touch too." "Thanks…" Abbie said, blushing, feeling butterflies in her stomach. Vanessa had turned herself, and now she was eye to eye with Abbie. Suddenly, she leaned forward, meeting Abbie's lips with her own! Abbie was shocked, and looked at Vanessa with wide eyes once the kiss was over. "I, uh…" Vanessa noticed the shocked expression on Abbie's face right away. "Oh my god! Abbie I'm so sorry, I…" "That's ok…! That's ok…!" Abbie said in confusion, scooting away from the girl until she had enough room to get up. "I've… I think I've got to go now…" "Wait Abbie! I didn't mean…" Vanessa was having a hard time explaining her own actions. A hard time understanding her own actions too. "That's ok! I just need to go now!" Abbie said in a half befuddled state, simply grabbing her clothes instead of putting them on. Then she rushed out of there, ignoring Vanessa's plea for her to wait. —--- Lauren’s afternoon was not quite as emotional. It seemed everyone had gotten most of their teasing of the little blonde girl out of their systems before lunch. Even so, as the time ticked down closer to the end of the school day, Lauren’s nerves started to bother her more and more. It was getting nearer and nearer to the time she would have to appear naked in front of her entire track team. The girl had nobody to share her fears with, as only Robert and Abbie knew she would be attending track practice naked, and she wouldn’t dare share that fact with anybody else. Lauren thought about saying she was feeling sick to get out of practice, but figured her parents would never buy it. Her mom had deliberately come to speak with the principal that morning to get permission for her to do her activities in the nude. It wouldn’t work to try and back out of it on the very first day. Abbie had her own misgivings about track practice. Unlike Lauren, her fear was about seeing Blake. Not because she would be naked in front of her teammates again. They had been respectful to her the last few days while she was nude, and so she wasn't too worried. She hoped to just avoid Blake the entire time, but knew that was going to be very unlikely. She was also still trying to mull over her feelings after what had happened with Vanessa during lunch. The punk girl had kissed her, full on the lips. She had always liked boys, and only boys, but on this occasion she was having doubts about that. Vanessa is very beautiful, she thought to herself, and a really good kisser. Things were just becoming more and more complicated for the semi-nudist fourteen year old. Still, she was confused about her feelings, so had fled from the girl before either of them could discuss what had happened. The fact that Abbie was naked as she fled from underneath the baseball bleachers, didn’t even deter her from fleeing. It wasn’t until she ran past a few of her fellow students, that Abbie realized she should probably get dressed. One of the boys gave her a little wolf whistle as she went by. She turned back to see who it was, with a blush, and then she gave the group a little wave, as she recognized one of the boys from her track team. Although she didn’t know him all that well. Then she disappeared around the side of the school, to slip her clothes back on. “Please remember to read chapter 6 tonight!” Abbie’s teacher implored as the room full of students made a beeline for the door. The final bell of the school day had just rung, and now Abbie was on her way to track practice. Her proximity to the locker room meant Abbie was one of the first girls to arrive. By the time Lauren got there, Abbie had stripped most of her clothes off. With a nervous demeanor, the little blonde tapped her on the shoulder, and almost whispered as she greeted her. ‘Hey Abbie.” “Hi Lauren.” Abbie turned around to find the blonde girl, slipping her regular school shoes off in the process. Lauren fidgeted nervously, before speaking, watching as Abbie removed the last bits of her clothes. Something she knew she would be having to do very soon herself. “When you’re done, will you come to my locker with me?” She asked. Abbie now had her panties off too, and placed them inside of her locker with her other clothes. Then she made sure the locker was locked tight before turning back to the blonde girl. “Sure.” She answered cheerfully, before bringing one of her feet up onto the bench in between the lockers, in order to tie her tennis shoes. Lauren’s eyes went wide in shock, as now she could see everything in between Abbie’s legs quite clearly. “What?” Abbie asked, switching legs to do up her other laces. “Nothing…” Lauren figured it was best not to alienate the only girl who had been nice to her all day. Besides, she knew she would be in the exact same position very shortly. Abbie still noticed where she was looking, almost chuckling to herself. “You’re certainly not the first to see me down there. And you probably won't be the last either.” “Doesn’t it bother you?” “It did… I mean, I probably showed a lot worse yesterday during practice. Bending over on the starting block and such.” Abbie explained. Abbie wasn’t helping her feel any better. “Great! Now I’m gonna be showing everyone a lot worse too!” Lauren let out with a whine. “Oh jeez, Lauren. I’m sorry. I didn’t think.” Abbie said, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “It's gonna be ok. Nothing bad has happened to me the last couple days, right?” “I… I guess not…” Lauren sniffled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be with you every step of the way. Come on, let's go to your locker. I’m all set.” Abbie still held her arm as they went, trying to comfort the girl. “Well if it isn’t the nudie girl.” One of their teammates teased as the girls approached, making the other girls giggle in response. “Shut up, Nila!” Lauren shouted, barely able to hold back the tears welling in her eyes. “It’s alright Lauren. She’s right, I am nude.” Abbie said back with a self-riotous smirk. Nila rolled her eyes at Abbie, before addressing Lauren. “What are you doing hanging around with her anyway? Don’t tell me you’re gonna become a nudie too?” “She already has!” Lauren’s friend Holly was also there. Although she was not part of the track team, instead getting changed for soccer practice. “Didn’t you hear about this morning?” Nila rolled her eyes at the girl. “Duh! Why do you think I said that!” She turned to her friend, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe how dumb the girl could be. Then she turned her attention back towards Abbie. “You know, that color is just hideous on you. You are definitely not meant to be a blonde!” “Really?” Abbie asked, grabbing a few strands of hair to look at. “I think it looks good on me.” She shrugged, giving the girl a mocking smile. “Ask her about the park!” Nila’s friend said, patting her on the arm. “Shut up, Rosa!” Nila scolded her friend. “How did you like your time at the park yesterday? Huh Abbie?” She asked with an amused smirk on her lips. “It was nice. The weather was warm and not too breezy.” Abbie responded, determined to not let this girl get to her. “I met so many nice people there too. It was a blast!” She put on a cheerful smile, making Nila furious with her. “Come on! Let’s get out of here! Before these nudies get their nudie cooties on us!” Nila gave a glare, leading the other girl out of the locker room. Holly gave Lauren a little shrug, before saying, “You better hurry up and get changed. See you out there.” and she headed out too. “That went well.” Abbie said to Lauren with a sigh. She really hoped people would have started leaving her alone about her nudity by now. Lauren just stared at Abbie, almost seemingly hyperventilating. “Hey, are you ok?” Abbie asked, a little worried. “I don’t think I can do this…” Lauren whimpered, letting a small tear roll down her cheek. Abbie grabbed her shoulder again, trying to show her support. “Why not? You did it this morning. Yesterday morning too. Way more people saw you jogging naked in public than are going to see you now.” “But they were strangers! Half the kids out there are in my class! And they’re all gonna see me… Naked!” Lauren gave a few sobs, and her tears finally started flowing freely. Abbie pulled the girl close, hugging her tightly. “I know… I know…” Abbie let her cry on her shoulder for a minute. "I know you can do this, Lauren. Maybe it seems scary now, but I believe in you." Lauren looked up at the naked girl as she held her, with tears still in her eyes. "Why are you being so nice to me? After everything I did to you?" "Because, Lauren. We're friends now." Abbie smiled at the girl. The blonde girl let out a few sniffles, and wiped her eyes of the tears. "Thanks Abbie." She wrapped her own arms around the naked girl, feeling comfort as she held her tightly. After another minute, Lauren let go of the hug, having gotten her crying under control. "I guess I better… get my clothes off…'' She went to her locker to undo the padlock. "Take your time." Abbie said. "I'll take any blame from the coach if we're late." It took Lauren another minute to get undressed, and then the two now nude girls headed to the exit door. "Hey Lauren. Why don't you wet your face a little? That way it's not so obvious…" Abbie suggested, trying to look out for the girl. “Alright." Lauren said, and headed for the sink. Abbie watched from across the way, waiting near the door for her. By this time, they were the only two left in the locker room. Everyone else was outside already. It wasn't too much longer before Lauren was back. "You ready?" Lauren nodded, "I guess…" and so Abbie placed one hand on the push bar of the door, and held her hand out towards the younger girl. Lauren took her hand with a small smile of gratitude. In one fluid motion, Abbie pushed the door open and stepped outside, pulling the younger girl with her. "Just breathe Lauren." She said, worried that the girl was going to start hyperventilating again. "Stay strong." She added with a squeeze of her hand. The girls had only taken two steps, when from out behind the half height wall popped Blake. "Abbie? Hey…" "Blake…" Abbie wasn't sure what to say to him. Lauren just stood there in fear. At least Blake has already seen me naked, Lauren thought, and there's no one else with him. "Can we talk?" Blake asked. "I don't know? Are you going to yell at me for being naked again, like you did at lunch?" "No, I…" "What Blake?" "Nothing… Just forgot about it." Blake said, and he turned on his heel and walked away, hanging his head low. "Did something happen between you two?" Lauren asked, with some concern for someone else for a change. "Yes. It's… Not really important right now. Let's just get to practice." Abbie responded. Lauren wanted to ask more, but Abbie took hold of her hand again, and her worries shifted back to her eminent exposure. The walk along the side of the school wasn't as difficult as it had been yesterday for the blonde girl, on account of the fact that she was wearing shoes this time. It was much more nerve-racking this time, however, as she knew many of her classmates and teammates were about to see her naked for the first time. She wondered how many of them had already seen her naked that morning because of her mom. As the two naked girls approached the track field, many of their teammates let out loud gasps. They were expecting Abbie to be naked now, as had been the case for the last few days, but they were all shocked that Lauren had joined her. None gasped any louder than Lauren's thirteen year old classmate, Nila, however. "Oh my god…! Lauren!? Just what…? Don't you just look the cutest, joining Abbie as a nudie!" She switched up what she was going to say, thinking it would be more fun to mock the naked blonde, than outright ask her why she was naked. She and the other girls started giggling at her expense. Then many of the boys started laughing too, thinking that Lauren did look quite cute naked like Abbie. Lauren's only response was to try and cover up her pubic area as best she could with her free hand, as Abbie was still holding the other one. Then her whole team got to watch as her face became crimson red as all the blood rushed to her cheeks. "Alright, enough of that!" Their coach interrupted before things could get out of hand. "As you can clearly see, we have another nudist girl in our midst. I expect all of you to give Lauren the same amount of respect we have been giving Abbie. And the same respect we've always given to Lauren, and each other. Understand!" "Yes coach!" The team all responded. "Understand Nila?" The coach added since the girl had been the first one to speak up about Lauren's nudity. "Yes coach." Nila responded with a little blush, as she didn't like being singled out like that. "Good, then let's get moving!" Coach Wood said, before blowing his whistle. "Let's start with stretches. Abbie, would you mind leading today?" "Sure coach." Abbie responded, giving an apologetic look towards Lauren as she was forced to let go of her hand. Then she headed over to stand next to the coach. Robert, meanwhile, used the opportunity to move closer to Lauren. "Hey, you're going to be ok." He whispered to her. The naked blonde was no longer blushing, but to him it looked as if most of the color had drained from her face now. Lauren gave a weak smile to the boy, genuinely happy he was there. The only reason she had not totally lost it already was because of Abbie's presence. When the older girl had walked away, she almost went into a panic. Robert being there was the only thing helping her to keep her emotions in check. Abbie took the lead at the front of the group. She began with simple arm stretches, but quickly moved onto the legs. Almost all of the events her team participated in focused on the lower body, so she knew that was the most important to focus on. Most of the boys, and even a few of the girls were raptured to watch Abbie as she moved around naked. While they had seen her naked previously, none of the focus had been on her solely and completely like it was now. Abbie was enjoying herself, even if she could feel a little flush on her cheeks from all of the attention she was getting. She felt all the boys watching her as she moved, getting little butterflies in her stomach. "Alright everyone. Touch your toes!" She said, bending forward at her waist. She realized that since she was at the front of the group today, none of her teammates would be getting the view of her cleanly shaven pussy lips from behind like some of them had the previous days. Something she had learned was visible quite clearly when she bent over in this manner. It wasn’t until she noticed that her coach was still standing a few feet behind her that she blushed, embarrassed to think of the older man looking at her once most secret private part so exposed in such a manner. She got down on the ground now, with her legs stretched out in front of her. She knew that the next stretch would entail spreading her legs wide open, something she had nervous excitement about doing in front of such a large audience. She gave a sad look over at Blake for the first time since she had arrived at the track, remembering the last time she had done this stretch in front of a group. Blake looked back at her sadly too, but the naked girl didn't pay attention to him for long, and instead forced herself to look away and then opened her legs for the group. Many watched on in complete wonder. For most of the boys, and a lot of the girls too, this was a first for them. Seeing what was in between a girl's legs so explicitly. With her legs wide open, Abbie's outer lips were pulled apart, and now she was showing everyone what lied beneath. Everyone was treated to the view of Abbie's inner pink lips, her rosy red clit as it poked out from its hood just slightly, and even the entrance to her vagina down below. Those in front were even able to notice that there was a bit of wetness seeping from her hole, though some of them were not quite sure what it meant initially. They would receive an explanation from their friends on the team later on. Abbie knew exactly what she was showing them, but this time it didn't cause her much embarrassment. Instead she was feeling a delicious tingling down below, for displaying her privates to such a big group. She chose to stretch down one leg, and then the other, multiple times, over what was usually expected, in order to keep herself on display a little longer. She was enjoying the attention so much that she could feel her nipples almost humming with excitement too! "Abbie looks like she's enjoying herself." Robert commented to Lauren with a smirk, noticing the content and happy demeanor Abbie was showing as she led the team. Both Lauren and Robert were in the back row, so the view of Abbie's privates wasn't quite as explicit for the two. Although the little blonde was acutely aware of what Abbie would be showing in such a position. "I guess…" She had not felt brave enough to copy the nude girl leading the group. She had only opened her legs a little for the stretches, only letting her feet sit about an inch or two apart. Robert smiled at her all the same when he looked over at her, seeing her little slit just barely starting to part itself tantalizingly. "I hope one day you feel like her. And you're not so nervous to be naked in front of me." "I don't think it's you I'm so nervous to be naked in front of…" She explained. "It's everybody else…" Robert let out a happy laugh to hear that. "Really? I mean that's great news to know you're not nervous to be naked in front of me." The blonde girl could only blush at him for what she had just admitted. A little more stretching was done by Abbie to close out this part of practice. Still leaving her legs spread wide open, this time she leaned forward with her arms stretched out in front of her, touching her hands to the ground. She knew this would block the view most had of her privates between her legs. Still it was an expected exercise, so she did it without much fuss. She wasn't going to take too long doing this movement either, but then she noticed the smiles on a few of the faces of the boys in front, realizing they were checking out her boobs as they hung down from her chest. She liked the way her nipples were feeling, with their hard puckered look. Almost begging to be touched. Now with the stretches all completed, Abbie began leading her team through a warm up. "First let's do some jumping jacks." She explained, starting to count and jump. "One, two, three…" Every boy watched with great interest, even Blake, as Abbie's small perky boobs bounced up and down with each jump. Many of the girls began giggling as well, almost feeling like they were on show too, and moved their own hands to cover and control the way their own boobs were bouncing, even if they were not uncovered. Abbie however just let her chest bounce freely, not worried about the others as they watched her. The only other bare girl, Lauren, didn't really have to worry about her breasts bouncing with how tiny they were. She was still a bit tickled to see Robert glance over at her while she jumped, obviously wanting to check her out. Still, she was happy to be in the back where no one else would look at her. "Ok, some push-ups." Abbie said next, and then positioned her head towards the others. Her breasts were once again on display as they hung downwards, but she didn't mind. Then she thought they might have enjoyed the view of her positioned facing away from them, feeling a little disappointed with herself, but it didn't take her long to come up with a remedy. "Now sit-ups." She explained, flipping onto her back, with her legs towards the group. "One… Two… Three… Four… Five…" she counted, each time letting her knees spread a little farther open. The boys enjoyed an interrupted view between her legs each time they sat up, and the girls looked at her in wonder, contemplating how Abbie could so freely display her body. Many of them wondered if Abbie was spreading her legs open on purpose even. Abbie got back to her feet after reaching thirty. “Ok, now let's all do a little running in place, to get the blood really pumping!” She said, doing just that. Once again they all watched as her breasts jiggled around from her movement. Most of the boys also thought their blood was already pumping quite quickly, after watching the naked girl’s stretches and movements. "Take a minute to cool down everyone!" The coach said when Abbie had finished. It wasn't too much longer before the group had split up to go practice their own events. Abbie, Lauren, Nila, and Rosa were the four girls who usually participated in the sprinting and relay competitions for the school. Along with the boys, Blake, Robert, and another seventh grader named Cole. Since the coach spent most of his time moving from one group to the next, Abbie was usually considered the de facto leader of this group. But today there was more of a rift between the teens, all for their own reasons. Nila was the first to speak, seeing a chance to get in a little bit of teasing while the coach was away. "My god Lauren, after everything you've been saying about Abbie the last few days. Now you decide to be a nudie too!" Lauren was about to explain about her punishment, but Abbie bumped her arm before she could spill the beans. "I think Nila is just jealous of us, Lauren." Abbie gave the girl a smug look. "She'd never have the guts to go naked like us." "As if! Who'd want to be a nudie like you!?" Nila fired back. "I thought you said…" Her friend, Rosa, began to ask. "Shut up, Rosa!" Nila scowled at her, then she turned to the males of the team. "What do you think, boys?" "I think it's cool that Lauren is nude." Robert said, attempting to defend the little naked blonde. "Yeah, you'll get no complaints from me!" Cole said with a smirk, checking both naked girls out. Lauren wanted to cover herself up very badly as another male classmate of hers got an unobstructed view of her naked body, but she was able to resist the compulsion, just barely. "Abbie's the bravest person I know." Blake added, standing a few feet away from the group with his arms folded, almost feeling like an outsider. "Who asked you?" Abbie shot him a small scowl in response to his comment. Blake just turned away, trying to give her some space. "Alright, let's get to it." Abbie clapped her hands together, to get their attention. "We'll start with the 100 meter dash today, and then the 200. Then we need to work on the relay sprints." Taking their places on the starting block were Abbie, Rosa, and Cole. They usually rotated between each participant, until everyone had had their turn to race. Then they would usually switch to the next event they needed practice in. Being the oldest not participating in this race, Blake stood at the finish line, and called out, "Go!" while waving his arm. "I saw that." Lauren nudged her elbow into Robert's arms, giving him a slightly blushing smile. "Huh?" He asked. "You were checking Abbie out… Between her legs… When she was bent over…" She whispered to him. Robert turned bright red for being caught. "Sorry…" "I can hardly blame you." Lauren conceded. "Just, maybe you could distract the other guys when it's my turn at the block?" "I'll do my best." He said, giving her a bright smile. "But it's gonna be hard not to look, myself." That earned him a much sharper elbow, this time in the gut. "Oof! Sorry!" "It's… it's ok. I honestly expect you'll look when it’s my turn." She said with another bright blushing smile. Abbie arrived at the finishing line first, just barely edging out Cole. With Rosa coming in third. "Good job, Abbie." Blake congratulated her. "Yeah. Thanks…" Abbie hardly acknowledged him. Now it was time for the next group to make their race, and Blake made his way over to the starting block, lining up next to Robert and Nila. Lauren chose to just watch again, as her shyness about being naked was still bothering her. Abbie conducted this race from the finish line this time, calling start for the racers. Surprisingly, Robert came in first this time, followed by Nila, and Blake came in last, which was unusual for him. "You ok, Blake?" Robert asked, as he was rarely faster than the older boy. He couldn't remember the last time he had beaten him in a race. Blake took a sad look at Abbie, "I'm fine…" He looked down at the asphalt sadly. His heart wasn't really in the mood for racing. "Guess it's Abbie and Robert against Lauren." Nila said with a smirk, looking over at the little blonde across the race track. "She doesn't have much to jiggle, unlike you Abbie." Abbie rolled her eyes at the girl in response. "At least she doesn't stuff her bra, unlike a certain girl I know." "How do you know that…? I mean, I don't stuff my bra!" She yelled at the nude girl, blushing profusely. Abbie just chuckled to herself, as she headed to the starting line with Robert. "Do you really stuff your bra?" Nila's friend asked with genuine curiosity. "Shut up, Rosa!" Nila yelled at her, while Cole just laughed at the whole thing. At the starting line, all three competitors took their positions, with Lauren in the middle. "I hope you didn't hear what Nila said about you." Abbie gave the little blonde a sorry look. "No?" Lauren looked at her, both sad and confused. "What did she say?" "Don't worry about it, Lauren." Robert explained. "I think she's just trying to stir up shit between you and Abbie. I don't think she likes how friendly you two have gotten with each other." "Nila is my friend too." Lauren explained. "I had hoped she wouldn't make fun of me for being naked. I guess that's too much to ask." "Hey, you made fun of me plenty for being naked. Your sister and Heather too. You had to know this was coming." Abbie expressed. "Yeah." Lauren looked down in shame. "You are right." "I forgiven you for all that, alright Lauren?" Lauren looked back at her with a half smile, feeling touched that Abbie would still offer her forgiveness after everything. "Thanks." "Yeah. What you need to learn now is how to get more comfortable with your body. And to learn to be ok with being naked." Abbie explained. "You're going to be naked for the next two weeks, so it's something you're just going to have to get used to." She said, but then her eyes went a little wider, as she thought she had just screwed up. "Oh no, I'm sorry, Lauren. I didn't mean to say that out loud in front of Robert." "It's ok." Lauren gave her a weak smile. "I told him already." "I for one am going to really enjoy the next two weeks. Lauren's little body is so hot!" Robert said with a wide grin. "Robert!" Lauren blushed and giggled at him, astonished he would say something like that with Abbie right there. Abbie laughed at what the boy had said too. "Good. Glad to see you're on my side, Robert. We need to work on her for the next two weeks. That way she keeps going naked even after her time is up." she teased. "I like your thinking, Abbie!" Robert laughed, while the naked blonde girl just blushed between the two of them with a perturbed look on her face. Lauren didn't get a chance to respond any further, as Blake waved them to start the race. This time it was Abbie who came in first, with Lauren only inches away from her and coming in at second place. Robert was a few feet behind, coming in at third. "Wow, you girls are fast!" He said, holding his arms above his head to catch his breath. "Yeah, Lauren. I've never seen you move that fast." Cole added. "You were neck and neck with Abbie that whole time. I was almost sure you were going to win." "Really?" Lauren asked, taking deep breaths to get her panting under control. "I wonder why?" "Maybe it's because you are naked. Coach said Abbie was a lot faster yesterday, because she was naked." Rosa offered. The girl didn't have much of a filter between her mouth and her brain. "Remember, he said maybe all of us girls should run naked." "Shut up, Rosa!" Nila scolded her. She wasn't anywhere prepared for even the thought of going naked, much less at track practice. "Lauren's just getting better. She's almost beaten Abbie plenty of times." "I don't know. Rosa might be onto something. Why don't you take your clothes off, Nila, and we can see how much faster you run." Cole gave the girl a cheeky grin. "Ugh! No way, perv!" Nila yelled at him, heading for the starting line. "What do you think, Blake? You've been really quiet." Cole asked him. "Huh. Oh… Well…" Blake turned to look at Abbie. "I think a girl would have to be really brave to go naked for track. And very courageous to be anywhere naked in public. I know it wouldn't be easy, especially when her boyfriend puts his foot in his mouth." He looked at her hopefully. Abbie wasn't ready to forgive him just yet, responding with a weak smile. "Boyfriend or no boyfriend, a courageous naked girl is gonna keep going naked, no matter what. And no one in her life is going to tell her otherwise." and she turned on her heel to head for the starting line herself. “Man, you really pissed her off, didn’t you?” Cole asked Blake, hanging back to walk to the next finish line as they were switching events. Blake gave him a confused look, so he explained himself. "I saw you two get into it during lunch. I was sitting a few tables over." "Oh." Blake responded glumly. "I think everyone saw what happened between us, honestly." "Yeah. Probably." Cole nodded his head in agreement. "Does it really bother you? Her being naked?" "I mean, no, not really… I think she's super cute, and really hot." "Me too…" Cole said with a blush. "I didn't want to say anything, since she was your girl. But Abbie is one of the finest girls in this school. At least in my opinion." "I know…" Blake said in frustration. "If it doesn't bother you, then why did you yell at her like that?" Blake had to pause, and really contemplate himself. "I don't know…" He answered, not revealing the immense guilt he was feeling to his teammate. The group continued practicing their events for the next half hour. After the 200 meter dash, they moved on to the relay race. The three boys lined up to take on Abbie, Lauren, and Nila for this part. Rosa got to officiate this time, as she was only the backup runner for this event. "Go!" She shouted to her teammates, and they were off. Lauren and Robert started with the baton for each of their teams respectively. It was neck and neck as the two thirteen year olds tried to out speed each other. Lauren was barely able to edge him out, seamlessly handing off the baton to Nila. Robert slightly fumbled his handoff to Cole, but Cole was able to recover, making up for the lost distance between himself and the girl. "I can't believe you almost dropped the baton." Lauren commented to him as she watched the race. "Do you know how distracting it is to have you running next to me, naked!?" He complained, still staring at the naked blonde. Lauren could only laugh. "I'm just glad I only have to compete against guys when it really counts." Nila and Cole made their hand off to Abbie and Blake almost simultaneously. Now it would come down to just the two scorned lovers, and who could reach the finishing line first. Blake took an early lead, but Abbie was determined. Her anger at him for what he had said during lunch had her determined to beat him. She pumped her legs as hard as she could, shooting past him like a bat out of hell! By the time Blake reached the finishing line, Abbie had already been there for at least 10 seconds. "Whew! Girls win!" Rosa called, giving Abbie a high five. Abbie looked back at Blake, who just seemed to be staring at her blankly now, feeling like this was a hollow victory. Their coach blew his whistle, and called, "Everyone, gather 'round!" Signaling the end of practice. Waiting for the whole team to be present, he continued once they were all there. “Good job out there, everyone! I’m really liking the hustle I’m seeing from all of you! Everton isn’t gonna know what hit ‘em this Saturday!” “Saturday?” Both Lauren and Abbie gave each other a nervous look. “Boys, you’re on cleanup duty today. Girls, hit the showers!” He said, going over towards Abbie. “Abbie, you know what to do.” He said, holding out the key to the locker room to her. “Just leave it on Mrs. Flowers’ desk before you leave.” and he went to help the boys put the equipment away. “Did you know we had a meet this Saturday?” Lauren asked Abbie with much concern. “No, I didn’t.” Abbie could feel a bit of a knot in her stomach as well. “I wonder if it’s here or there.” “We’re home.” Rosa explained, having overheard the girls’ conversation as she walked in front of them. “How did you forget about the meet this weekend?” “I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.” Abbie explained with a small shrug. The girls all had to wait near the door to the locker room, until Abbie got it unlocked for them, and that meant many of them had also heard the discussion. “Wait, does that mean you nudies are gonna be nudie for the track meet!?” Nila asked with a wide smirk on her face, thinking that was deliciously hilarious. “I suppose it does.” Abbie said, undoing the lock, and the other girls all started to pour into the locker room. Many of them gave Abbie a smug look as they went past. Abbie wasn’t going to stand for that treatment anymore, addressing the group before they could head to their own lockers. "Hey! Didn't anyone hear Coach Wood!? He said to hit the showers!" Abbie complained. Rosa and Lauren were the last two inside, looking at the nude girl like she was losing her mind. "Yeah, but he says that every day." Another girl from the team explained. "And we always ignore him every time." “Alright! Listen up everyone! Things are gonna change around here!” Abbie shouted at her team. “There's a new rule around here! Coach says everyone has to take a shower after practice from now on!” There was a lot of grumbling and complaints from the other girls, as they continued heading to their lockers. “It’s either that, or you're off the team! No exceptions!” Abbie added, since it seemed like they were going to ignore her too. She started marching up and down the aisles, looking very mean and determined. Lauren watched Abbie in shock, but then noticed with surprised wonder that girl after girl actually began stripping their clothes off, including their underwear! Some more reluctantly than others. She waited for Abbie to come back towards her, talking quietly so the other girls wouldn’t overhear her. “When did coach say that?” Abbie whispered back. “He didn’t. But they don’t know that.” Lauren could only giggle back at Abbie in shock. "Oh my god! They're all under her nudie spell!" Nila tried saying to Rosa, only to be appalled to find her friend was getting naked too. Rosa gave her a small shrug in response. "What? I hate being all sweaty in my dad's car on the ride home. This seems like a good idea to me." She gave a smile, tossing her workout clothes into her locker. A small parade of naked girls, aged between 12 and 15, made their way to the communal showers, coming together as a group near Abbie and Lauren. Abbie looked over the group of nude girls, seeing all the various shapes, sizes, heights, and colors. Both of their hair and of their skin. It was like a female rainbow running the entire gambit. For the first time since Abbie had started going nude, she felt a sense of genuine pride as she looked at the group. It brought a small joyous tear to her eye. "Where's Nila?" Abbie asked. Nila pushed her way to the front of the girls. "I'm here…" She had stripped naked too, but unlike the other girls, she kept her arms covering her private bits. "We're all girls here, Nila." Abbie explained with a laugh. "It's not like I'm asking you to go out and run a mile naked." Nila dropped her arms at that, blushing since the attention of the other girls was all on her. Lauren took a step forward, wrapping her arm around Nila's bare shoulder. "You look good." She smiled. "You've got boobs about as big as mine, but you look good." The blonde girl smiled at her brunette friend. Nila let out a little laugh. "I guess I deserve that for the comment I made about you earlier." "Look around girls!" Abbie said, getting the group's attention again. "Everyone of us has something different about us. Everyone of us has something that bothers us about ourselves. But that doesn't mean we should put each other down. We're a team! We need to look out for each other! Build each other up! And I think I needed to learn that lesson most out of all of us." She walked over to one of the shower heads, adjusting the lever to set it to its coldest setting. "Rosa, this is for you!" She quickly moved herself into the spray of the ice cold water. "AHHHH!" She shrieked. "GOD! THAT’S SO COLD!" She started to shake as her team watched on in shock. "I'm sorry for making you do this at the start of the year Rosa! I'm sorry for the way I've been towards many of you this year. I was supposed to be a leader, but I've let you all down." "Abbie, I forgive you." Rosa said, with tears welling her eyes. “We all forgive you!” Another of the girls shouted out. "Then… Can… I… Turn… It… To… Hot…?" Abbie asked through chattering teeth. Lauren turned to the other girls with a smile. "What do you think, girls?" "Please…?" Abbie begged, shivering uncontrollably. "Well, ok." Lauren said, seeing most of the girls nodding their heads. With great relief, Abbie flipped the lever to warm, almost instantly feeling better. She was surprised when the group of about a dozen girls all rushed forward towards her, joining her in the showers. There was a lot of shrieking and giggling as the group of naked girls started to all lather themselves and each other up with soap and shampoo. A lot of the shyness the girls had felt about their bodies, and showing themselves to their teammates, was replaced with playfulness. If anyone were watching the girls, they would probably perceive the scene as erotic, but the girls were only being playful with the way they were touching each other. They were only trying to be helpful with one another by washing each other's backs. There was a sense of camaraderie building between the girls more than anything else as they all giggled and play-fought with their teammates for a while, splashing each other with the water. "Hey, what are you girls doing!?" It was Mrs. Flowers. Gym teacher to most of the girls. "This isn't a slip n' slide! If you're clean, get out of the water." She said, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder. The girls were nervous they were in trouble at first, but then they noticed the teacher's smile. Many of the girls still quickly rinsed themselves off before heading to their locker, as they knew their fun was now over. Abbie and Lauren headed for their locker too, with Nila and Rosa following closely. Abbie was one of the few girls that had her own towel, and dried quickly once she reached her locker. The other girls had to ask Mrs. Flowers for assistance. "You girls never used these, so we always kept them locked up. If you girls are gonna start using the shower though, I'll leave them out for you." She said, wheeling a cart full of clean fluffy white towels out of her office. The girls were all very thankful that they would not have to get dressed still dripping wet, each coming to grab a fresh towel to dry themselves with. "Are you going to get dressed?" Nila asked Abbie with wonder, remembering how she had just walked out of the locker room naked the other day. "Ehh… Probably not." Abbie shrugged her shoulders. "After today, I feel good about being naked." "How about you, Lauren?" Rosa asked. "You look pretty cute naked. I know Robert was checking you out the whole time during practice." "Shut up, Rosa!" Lauren blushed and giggled. "I'm… Well, I'm…" "I dared Lauren to join me." Abbie quickly cut in. "I dare you two to join me too." She added with a smirk. "Uhh… I… Seriously!?" Nila looked at her in alarm. "Oh my god…" Rosa said under her breath, blushing. "Can we really just do that?" "What?" Abbie asked. "Just walk out of here naked?" The Spanish girl asked. "I'm about to." Abbie explained, throwing her bag over her shoulder and slamming her locker shut. "And so is Lauren." "Don't you guys have permission or something?" Nila asked. "Yeah, for practice. I don't think we need permission to walk out of here naked." Abbie explained. "Oh my god her nudie spell is working on me too!" Nila said with wide eyes, but then started shoving her school clothes into her backpack. "We're really gonna do this!?" Rosa was half giddy, half nervous. "What will my dad say?" "Your dad's always fricken checking me out. For some reason, I don't think he's gonna mind if we show up to his car naked." Nila had her locker shut too, pulling her backpack on. "I'm ready…" Lauren said, but her tone had a bit of nervousness. Rosa was the last girl ready, and then the four naked girls began their trek through the school to the main parking lot. "Please be careful girls!" Mrs. Flowers implored as the girls walked by. Abbie once again took the lead, with the three thirteen year olds sticking close by, right behind her. The halls were basically empty as they walked, and so the three younger girls got into a false sense of security. It was just their luck that as they rounded the next corner, the chess club would be ending their session. About ten nerdy boys came rushing out of the room, stunned by the gorgeous, athletic, trim and petite, naked girls in front of them. The girls were all blushes, even Abbie, as they had to navigate their way clumsily around the bottleneck of nerdy boys. Not wanting to really come into contact with the boys, the girls had to contort themselves this way, and that, to maneuver themselves through. Thankfully, the boys seemed to be stunned into motionlessness, as not one of them made any movement besides to keep their gaze locked onto the nude girls. Once the girls had finally made it through the crowd, only then did they start running, giggling to themselves and each other along the way about what had just happened. The geeky boys could still only watch on in wonder, as their four bare butts disappeared around the next corner. They made it to the front doors of the school without any more incident. Rosa was able to spot her dad’s car idling in the parking lot, and she and Nila rushed over quickly, waving goodbye. “See you tomorrow!” They called. Rosa's father had been busy on his phone, and didn't notice the girls had arrived until his daughter slid into the front seat next to him. "Hey papi." Rose greeted him with a blushing smile. "Hey baby girl. How was school?" The man only looked up from his phone for a second to acknowledge her with a side eyed glace, but then it finally registered that his daughter wasn't wearing any clothes, and he turned his head to look at her in shock. "Daddy, stop staring!" Rosa giggled, blushing since her dad hadn't moved his eyes from her. "Niña? What's the meaning of this?" The man asked. "What?" Rosa played coy. "You mean why are Nila and I naked?" Her father immediately adjusted his rear view mirror to look at the girl in the back seat, dropping all pretense of reprimanding his daughter. He was treated to a blushing Nila in the back seat, seeing her small boobs pushed out from her chest, looking very perky. Also her little brown areolas, still quite puffy, demonstrating that the girl was still in the middle of puberty. He adjusted the mirror lower, and now he could see her hips, matching her level of maturity, wider than when she was younger, but not as wide as they would ultimately get. The girl had a bit of soft looking fuzzy hair peeking out from between her legs, and it made him wish that he could see her hidden flower in between. As if the gods were answering his prayer, Nila adjusted herself in her seat, letting her legs come open just enough that the man got a quick glimpse at what was in between. Despite the bit of hair she had poking out, her lower lips were completely bare. The fuzzy pubes she had were only growing from above the girl's slim slit on her pubic mound thus far. Then he took in what he was able to see of Nila's deceptively long legs as they disappeared behind the passenger seat. His heart was racing, knowing he shouldn't be looking at his daughter's young friend like this, but unable to resist the opportunity to see the beautiful young lady naked. Nila almost giggled when she noticed her friend's dad staring at her, despite her cheeks burning from the attention. She used the excuse of buckling her seat-belt to turn away from his gaze for a few seconds, but bashfully smiled to herself since he was still looking when she turned back. This wasn't the first time her friend's dad had checked her out, but it was the very first time she had ever been naked in front of him, and it had her stomach doing back-flips. "Papi, stop staring at Nila and let’s go!?" Rosa brought her father's attention back to her. The man turned to his daughter, and cringed. He had been about to complain about the girls’ nudity, but felt too embarrassed to bring anything up now. Instead, with his attention on his daughter now, he took in her form too. It had been a few years since he had seen his daughter naked. Her breasts had grown quite a bit since then. He knew from doing the laundry that her size was already a B cup. Her long dark brown curly hair came down to rest on top of them, just barely leaving her large nipples exposed through the strands. Eventually she would have breasts just as big as her mother, he thought. From all of the running and exercise she did, he could see that Rosa was in excellent shape. Her tummy was flat and toned. Her legs fit and shapely. Her calves especially were quite muscly, but that would be expected for a runner. He was proud of the women his daughter was becoming. "Niñas, buckled in?" He asked. Both girls gave their confirmation that they were, so he put the car into gear. "We can talk about why the two of you are nude on the drive home." He said with a smirk, having to adjust himself. Rose turned around to give Nila a little glance, wondering if maybe they would be in trouble after all. Abbie and Lauren both just stood at the side of the parking lot, watching as the car drove away. Lauren’s mom hadn’t seemed to have arrived yet, and Abbie wasn’t about to abandon her to start walking home, so the two had a little time to kill as they waited. “Thank you, Abbie.” Lauren said after a bit of silence. “Huh?” “For everything. Thank you for everything today. You made this day bearable, and dare I say it, even kind of fun at parts.” Lauren expressed. Abbie smiled back at the blonde girl, with a genuine warmth. “Thank you too, Lauren.” “Huh?” Now Lauren was confused. “If it wasn’t for all the teasing and tricks you pulled on me, I would have never had the guts to do some of the things I’ve done naked. If it wasn’t for you, I would not be naked for track. I wouldn’t have gone to the mall, naked, that’s for sure! And I definitely wouldn’t have learned I really like being a nudist. So, thank you.” She grabbed her in a quick hug. Lauren could only blush and smile, realizing Abbie meant true forgiveness for everything she had done to her. She felt so happy and in wonder, that something so good could have come out of all the terrible things she had done. A beautiful new friendship between them. She never got to respond to her, however, as her mom’s sedan pulled up to the curb next to them. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Bye, Lauren!” Abbie waved. “Text me!” She added as the little naked blonde girl got inside of her mom's car. Then she turned to head home herself. She was surprised to find Blake waiting around the corner for her, however. "Abbie, can we talk? Please?" Blake asked, giving the girl a forlorn look. Abbie tried brushing past him, but he grabbed her arm in desperation. "Please?" He begged. "Fine! What?" Abbie pulled her arm away, turning back towards him, very annoyed. "Please Abbie, I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean the thing I said at lunch. Of course I don't mind if you want to be naked. In fact I love it when you're naked, no matter who sees you." "Then why did you yell at me during lunch?" She gave him a standoffish glare, her feelings still hurt. Blake let out a sigh. He had figured out the real thing that had been bothering him during practice. "Abbie… I had sex with my sister…" "What?" Abbie asked, dumbfounded, not sure she had really heard him correctly. "I had sex with Heather this morning." Blake looked down at the ground, in absolute shame of himself. Abbie looked at him with shock and almost disgust as she continued to process what he had said. "With Heather!? You had sex with Heather!? WHAT!? YOU HAD SEX WITH YOUR SISTER! YOU HAD SEX WITH YOUR SISTER!? YOU HAD SEX WITH HEATHER!?" Her voice got louder as she continued speaking, until she was yelling. Her head was spinning. "It just kinda happened…" "Just kinda happened!? What did you trip and fall into her cunt!?" Abbie was now past the point of shock, bordering into full blown anger. "YOU HAD SEX WITH YOUR SISTER!?" Blake became a little defensive at her angry tone. "Hey, I didn't get mad at you when that blonde chick went down on you! Or Maddie! You had sex with your sister too!" Blake knew he shouldn’t have said it, even before the words had left his mouth. "That's…! That's…! I don't want to talk about this right now! I need to think!" She said, and turned around in a huff and started marching away. Blake didn’t let her go this time. He caught up with her, and grabbed her by the shoulder to spin her back around to face him again. "Abbie…!" "Don't!" She yelled at him, pulling herself out of his reach, with tears running down her cheeks. "Abbie, please…" He begged, on the verge of tears himself. "Vanessa kissed me!" Abbie spat out before she lost her nerve. "Vanessa?" He asked blankly. "She's a girl from my math class. I don't want to get into the whole thing. But she was naked during math class… Like me." "Oh…" He said, still unsure what to make of what she had just said. "And you kissed her?" "It happened during lunch. After… After I ran outside… She was under the baseball bleachers. We were both feeling sad, and she kissed me." "Abbie, I don't care about that…" He took her hand into his, and half smiled at her. "Abbie, I love you." Her eyes went wide with surprise as she looked up at his face. "You… love me…?" "Yes Abbie. I love you!" He said again, with a big smile forming on his face this time. "Blake… I love you too…" She started, but the look on her face was not one of happiness. "But you hurt me really bad. I need some time…. Time to think about everything." She slowly pulled her fingers from his grasp. "I'm sorry…"

The Keys by OutdoorCat Lydia sets out to find six keys and get her clothes back. The Keys Ch. 01 Lydia rested her left knee on the soft turf of her back yard, crouching to check her small black leather backpack one last time for everything she needed. With what she was about to do, with everything that could go wrong, she needed to make sure that she started with absolutely nothing missing. Her heart pounded relentlessly against her chest as she checked and rechecked her bag. As she rummaged, Lydia made sure to find her small flashlight amid a crumpled-up dress squeezed into a ball so that it would fit in her tiny bag. She chose this particular bag in the hope that it would not attract attention in the dark, would not weigh her down, and, most importantly, would not give her something to meaningfully cover up with. She also tucked her cell phone in the front pocket, powered off, just in case she desperately needed it. Satisfied, she stood up and observed her work. The backpack was filled with essentials. Next to it was a black beanie hat with six pockets sewn in and zippered shut. The hat was partially meant to hide her straight, shoulder-length chocolate brown hair in case she was spotted. Finally, she peered down the length of her trim, athletic body toward her shoes, a pair of flats bearing a similar shade as her light olive skin. A little smudge of dirt had clung to her knee when she rose. She brushed off the dirt and looked up again at the double French back doors to her house. In the faintly visible reflection afforded by the pale light of the waxing half-moon, she gazed at herself standing in the backyard of her house with her hands on her hips clothed in only in moonlight. Lydia's attention was drawn to the place where, with a proper mirror, she would find two piercing hazel-brown eyes staring back at her in bewilderment as if to say, Are you seriously going to do this? She considered the question out loud. "Yes, I'm really going to do this," she declared to herself. "If for no other reason than because I'm afraid to do this." "Come on, Lydia," she murmured to herself more quietly now, "This is your last shot to do this and you've planned it all out. It's going to be fun, and you're going to be fine." She smiled weakly at that last comment. She really had no idea what to expect from this night except for excitement and adventure. Perhaps there would even be time for something a little more... pleasurable. But only if an irresistible opportunity arose, Lydia thought to herself. Counting on her fingers she recited the plan to herself, "Pool, park, Trace, tracks, books, bronze, power, and park." She had decided upon this pneumonic to help keep herself on track. There was only one thing she desperately had to remember. "Eight, four, eight. Five, two, six," she whispered to herself at least a dozen times before she was satisfied. Despite having written it down in her diary, Lydia made herself memorize not only the route but also the code that she needed to finish it. All that was left was to summon the courage to take the final step into what was increasingly feeling like madness. That's it, she thought, it's now or never and I need to start before I lose my nerve for good. The back door had been left just slightly open in case she needed to get back into the house for any reason or, perhaps rather, in case she changed her mind. She decided to go back into the house for one last thing, leaving her bag near the wooden fence in the back yard. Gliding through the dark, empty house to her room, she grabbed her wristwatch that she usually used when she went running. Technically, there would be some running tonight so she guessed that this would not be an exception. It still felt strange to her to walk so freely through her family's house, even after having done it a time or two before tonight. Passing through the living room she could almost envision her parents sitting on the couch while her sister fumbled through a cabinet in the kitchen in search of a snack. Clothing optional was far from the official policy of the house and her present nudity would undoubtedly cause an uproar. Simply imagining a scene where she was the only one naked in full view of her family gave her an exhilarated, giddy sensation. No second guessing now! Returning to the backyard, she strapped the Velcro watch snuggly onto the back of her backpack. Presently, the watch read 1:08am. She held her hat by her mouth by biting on it with her lips and, with the aid of a hairband, fashioned her hair into a simple ponytail behind her head. Putting her hair up was usually the last thing that she did after taking a shower, long after having gotten dressed, so she was a little surprised at the slight swaying of her breasts as she did so. Suddenly, her mind registered again that she was completely naked and outside. Instinctively, her elbows jerked toward the center of her exposed chest. It was only a momentary reflex. She remembered what she was doing and returned to her hair. When she was finished with her ponytail, she placed her black beanie hat over her head and slightly covered the top of her ears. Finally, her backpack, the only accessory besides her shoes that could even remotely be counted as clothes at this point, she hoisted over her shoulders. At long last, she paced across the yard to her back door and hovered her right hand over the doorknob. She noticed, not for the last time, that her hands were trembling. Was this fear? Excitement? Doubt? Maybe it was just plain adrenaline at what she was about to do. On an impulse, she gripped the handle and pulled firmly which resulted in a definitive *click*. In that moment, Lydia found herself slightly short of breath. She gazed in amazement at the door and acutely felt all over her body the sensation of being without clothes. That's it. I'm committed now. No turning back. I'm locked out until I get my house key. There she stood, naked under the stars, with a journey that eagerly awaited her first step. Looking again at her reflection, she touched her cheeks and guided her hands slowly down her neck, tracing her fingers along the ridge of her collar bones. Onward, she guided her hands down toward her heart and across her curvature of her breasts, pausing only momentarily to gently arouse her nipples with the fleeting attention of her soft fingertips. Moving more vigorously, Lydia rubbed her palms against her lean, slightly toned abdomen and then down her sides to her hips. First she felt the warmth of her butt against her hands before they moved once more to her front and into the narrow gap between her thighs. Her thumbs slid across smooth skin that was subtly textured by the tell-tale prickliness of recent grooming. She looked down at her cleanly shaven pussy and smiled at her handiwork of just a few hours past. She had wanted to be as naked as she could be tonight. She slowly realized that she was getting lost in the sensation of feeling her body without the obstruction of clothing, out in the open air where anyone might see. She knew that she could not stay in her backyard all night, so she ignored to gathering moistness between her legs. For now, anyway, she thought to herself. There will be plenty of time for that later. Lydia stepped away from the back door of her house. That sealed barrier separated her from the ultimate safety. The place where all her belongings that might restore modesty, save for one crumpled dress, were tucked neatly away in closets and drawers. As far as she was concerned, they might as well be across the ocean. She turned and finally took her first real steps toward the fence. Lydia twisted her body at the waist to reach her watch which was securely hanging from one of the thin straps on her backpack. Upon pressing the button to illuminate the watch face, she saw that it was now 1:21am. There were several hours until sunrise, but she did not want to risk being out the entire night. She walked briskly to the backyard fence to the creaky, wooden gate that separated the trees from the turf. Hand on the handle, she looked askance once more at her two-story house; a towering dark figure in the night against the hazy orange light of streetlamps beyond. The lights were shut off. Her parents away on a trip for at least three more days. Her sister was spending a week with her friends a few towns over. The house would still be empty when she returned home. It was the only place that she knew of where she would truly be safe from being caught naked. She needed to get back to it and there was now only one way to do so. With that in mind, Lydia swung open the door and stepped into the night. Somehow being outside her yard made her feel even more exposed than just being without clothes. She hugged herself but made sure not to cover anything that she would ordinarily want no one to see. That was one of her rules for this adventure. Each step among the trees behind her house was accompanied by the soft crunch of dried pine needles underfoot. She remembered that to make the most of this experience she needed to do exactly what she planned. Lydia made her way down a path that spanned nearly 100 yards, winding its way around a large rock at one point and over a giant downed tree. The path connected her house to a public trail that was used sparsely enough. The main trail was about 20 miles long and Lydia often made her way to it for running by using this little-worn side path that was all her own. When she got to the fallen tree, she had to mount the trunk to pass over it. She had never really appreciated the rough texture of the bark until it was spread across the span of her body, particularly upon the more sensitive parts. Slipping off the other side of the tree, she was a few meters away from the public trail in the dim moonlight obscured somewhat by the patchy canopy overhead. The faint smell of pine sap all around her. All was quiet except for a distant whispering breeze. Stepping into the clearing and looking left, she saw the trail that led about a half-mile down before curving off out of sight. Of course, she could not see more than about 100 feet through the darkness despite the moonlight. Peering off to her right, she scanned the area ahead which led to the community park which was her second destination. Her first one would be on the way. She stepped back into the trees to get something that she had left for herself the day before. Gripping the handlebars, she pulled a bike from behind one of the bushes. She had always wanted to try bicycling in the nude. This seemed as good an opportunity as any for a first time. Her eyes were adjusting to the dim light now. Lifting her left leg over the bike resting her foot on the pedal, she situated herself on the seat with a few fidgets. This is not quite as comfortable as I had imagined... She leaned herself over the handlebars. Just for fun, shimmied her shoulders to feel them jiggle as if dancing in celebration of freedom. It really doesn't take much to amuse me, she thought with a grin. For the most part, Lydia felt that this was a good thing. She felt strongly that people who could not, or would not, smile at the little things were taking the wrong approach in life. Pushing off with her right foot and pedaling with her left, Lydia started slowly down the trail. Although she was starting to see more clearly, she still felt like she was just a dark shadow moving blindly among even darker shadows. She had thought about using her flashlight for this part of the journey but decided against it. Lydia did not think anyone else would be out on the trail at this hour, but if there was then a flashlight on a bike would be a beacon visible from a mile away. The only thing helping her most at this point was the fact that she was so familiar with this trail. She had biked and run this earthen public trail many times before. She figured that biking it in relative darkness would be safe enough. *BUMP* Lydia skidded to a halt and nearly fell over onto the trail. Not so safe after all, apparently. She picked up the fallen branch that she had run over and tossed it off the trail. Lydia paused for a moment to recollect herself, her left foot on the pedal and her right anchored firmly on the ground. She looked at her watch and figured it had only taken eight minutes for her first scare, and it had nothing to do with being seen... this time. She looked down to see her chest moving up and down with each deep, startled breath and her belly which had flexed taut as if bracing for impact. She figured that it was a good thing her reflexed were so good. This evening could have ended faster than she hoped, and not at all in a good way. While she was looking down, she noticed that her vagina was almost completely pressed against the bike seat and, consequently, concealed at the moment. She would not have noticed at all if she had not stopped after running over the branch. Lydia adjusted herself on the seat to expose her sex once more to the night air. Somewhat amused, she wondered if this counted. One of the rules for this evening was to not cover up in anyway, not even with her hands. She figured there was no way around this possible infraction, so it did not count. Lydia continued on the path again, taking advantage of her next rule which was to use the bike only on this path. The rest of the adventure would be on foot, starting at the park. She brought her hat, in part, to cover her hair in case she was seen and identified that way. However, the hat would stay behind when she was actually getting the keys, which were the main centerpiece of her adventure. The day prior, Lydia had hidden six keys around town for her to retrieve during the night. Lydia, of course, knew where they were. The trick would be getting to them while naked without being seen. Not too hard to do in the dead of night, she figured. She had scouted the locations on various occasions during the daytime, and her route was planned extensively. Part of the plan involved a safety net. Lydia was trying to be daring and risky, but not stupid. She intentionally packed a dress in case she was caught too far out of the plan and needed to stay out of jail. She had also packed a cell phone in case she found herself in real danger and needed a way out. She had thought about packing a spare house key in case she could not get one of her destination keys but decided that would be *too* safe. The six keys opened padlocks that sealed a container hidden near the park. Within that small box was the only key to Lydia's house that she would be able to get until her parents came home. Without it, she would be stuck outside with nothing but her backpack. The idea kind of thrilled her, imagining being stuck outside naked for three days, but she knew in her mind that getting her house key back would be far preferable. The most important rule of all was that she must be back at her house by dawn. She had timed out the entire route and, by leaving around 1:00am, she estimated that she would be back about an hour before dawn. Lydia slightly quickened her pace on the bicycle at the thought of having finally left the house almost 20 minutes behind schedule. Still plenty of wiggle room though, she thought to herself half-reassured. Lydia found herself rather enjoying the trip so far on bike. The breezy air as she pedaled was refreshing against her bare skin. Sometimes she found biking to be a bit of a workout. A chore, even. But without the constriction of clothes, it was really quite divine she thought. Not a hint of perspiration. She did not mind breaking a sweat for fitness but she preferred avoiding being sweaty otherwise. For that reason alone, Lydia decided that biking this way was the best. She had been pedaling for several minutes now and thinking about the night ahead. Slowing her pace, familiar landmarks were starting to come into view. In this part of town, two neighborhoods were situated right next to the local public trail. One was her own neighborhood where her house was almost right next to the trail. The other was the one coming up. This neighborhood, closer to the park, was where her friend Kerri lived. The only difference was that Kerri's family lived one street over from where the path to the trail was. Lydia figured that it was close enough to the trail to be relatively safe but far enough away to serve as a warm-up challenge. Coasting into a final halt, Lydia dismounted her bike and parked it against the backside of a tree a few feet off the trail. It was unlikely that anyone would come by and steal it at this hour, but she preferred to err on the side of caution. She could see the glow of new streetlamps, the white fluorescent kind, through the trees where the neighborhood lied. Lydia started to get the familiar giddy feeling of excitement again. Nearby there was a smaller tree with branches that she could reach. She did not relish the idea of bugs getting into her backpack or her hat while she was away, so she hung them on a branch. She also removed her flats and wedged them between the backpack and one of the straps. There. Safe and out of sight. Ready for me to come back and get it. Hopefully, this one will only take a few minutes. She checked her watch and saw that it was now 1:39am. Lydia was fully and completely naked for the first time tonight. Surprisingly to Lydia, it felt really good. She shook her arms and legs to limber them back up after biking. She made sure one more time that everything she was leaving behind was secure. She grinned mischievously and set off in the direction of Kerri's house where the first key of the evening awaited. The Keys Ch. 02 Lydia sneaks into a neighborhood naked to get her first key. The path to the neighborhood where Lydia's friend lived was not marked by any trail, not even an unofficial one. Instead, Lydia had to step carefully among small, waist-high foliage with twiggy branches that scratched lightly against her skin. It was not enough to leave any marks but enough to warrant a slower passage through the trees. At one point she felt something crawl over her hair unexpectedly which caused her to squeal in alarm. She covered her mouth with both hands once she realized what she had done. Looking up she discovered that the unknown presence that whisked over the top of her head was nothing more than a low-hanging branch flush with leaves. Wide-eyed, she looked toward the neighborhood which was well in view now. What Lydia anticipated, she did not know. Perhaps she expected all the houses to suddenly light up and people come pouring out to see her standing in the tree line naked in all her glory? Come on, Lydia. Get a grip. Despite her rationalization that everyone should be asleep at this late hour and, even if someone was awake, they would likely not have heard her from so far away, she still maintained her position for a few more moments just to be sure. She could not, must not, get caught. On the other hand, she could not stay there either, so she finally stepped onto the grass of the stranger's lawn, crossing the boundary between the forest and the neighborhood. She could smell the dew on the grass and saw that the humidity in the air had formed a filmy shroud of mist that hovered just over the glowing luminescence of the streetlamps. These streetlamps were brighter than the ones in her own neighborhood, which Lydia felt would make this more exciting but also riskier. She continued through the gap between two houses, passing by windows through which Lydia could feel probing eyes gazing upon her increasingly luminated body. She knew it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but she still shivered at the thought of it. Lydia skirted the house on her left and paused before daring to step beyond the shadows. She quietly pressed herself against the outer wall of the house to see what she could. Peering around the corner and down the street to her left, all was still and quiet. Fortunately, she did not need to go that way to get to Kerri's house. It would have made for a long and scary walk. To the right, she saw what she expected. Across the street and one house over, the street curved to its left and out of sight. She knew that one street over and five doors down was Kerri's house. That was where she needed to get. Taking a deep breath, Lydia confidently strode out of the shadows, across the front lawn, and onto the sidewalk. Under the streetlamps, it felt like entering a spotlight where everyone in the neighborhood could see her plainly. She sighed, expelling a cloud of breath from her mouth into the humid air. I keep finding new ways to make myself feel more and more naked. Not wanting to linger too long under the streetlamps, she quickened her pace across the street and noted the roughness of the asphalt against the pads of her feet. Lydia knew from experience that running barefoot upon her heels was not only loud, causing a thud with every stride, but painful as well. By now, her heart was pounding inside her chest. The people might be inside their houses and sound asleep, but all Lydia could think of was that she was naked out in the open surrounded by strangers she did not know. She squatted nervously behind a car which was parked on the opposite side of the street from the tree line. Okay, just round the corner, two lefts, and five doors down. That's all I need to do. She got up again and whisked her way down the sidewalk in front of the house on the corner and veered left toward the street where Kerri lived. There were only three houses to pass on this stretch. Again, all was quiet and still, albeit brighter than she had expected it would be. In the distance, Lydia heard a truck passing the neighborhood on the main road several streets in front of her. It was way too far away to be worried about, but it made her uneasy to think that there were people still on the road so late at night. Lydia passed the third house and stood at another crosswalk. She decided to tap the stop sign on the corner for good luck. She had to do a bit of a leap to reach it, but she managed. It amused her to think of how crazy this scene would undoubtedly look to an outsider. A naked girl jumping to touch a street sign in the middle of a neighborhood. In her fantasy only, she almost wanted it to happen. Almost. She turned down the street which led to her destination. Lydia decided to stay on the sidewalk for this part. Afterall, there was not much alternative. She could either be naked in the street, naked on the sidewalk, or naked on peoples' lawns. Either way, there was not much cover except the occasional waste bin or car parked in the driveway. Besides, nothing had happened so far, and the neighborhood seemed to be completely asleep. Suddenly, Lydia was blinded by a radiant flash of light coming from her left. Lydia stumbled in surprise and fell on the grass which lay between the sidewalk and the gutter. With no time to scream or even gasp, she scrambled once more to her feet and darted to the next yard behind the first thing that she could reach. Squatting and leaning with her back against a truck, she bent down further to glimpse at who had just caught her. God, I hope they didn't see me! From beneath the truck she could see the neighboring front lawn lit up completely from the garage all the way to the sidewalk. She listened and watched for sounds of anyone approaching, but none came. Regaining her courage, she lifted herself from the ground and looked over the bed of the truck to see that no one was in the lawn, at the door, or in the window. Rather, the sudden light that had startled her was a motion-sensor floodlight. Lydia was equal parts relieved and frightened. She forced herself to chuckle softly at the ordeal and turned around to face Kerri's house which was now in perfect view. Lydia was halfway down the street from the corner now. She realized that despite having done a few very light naked adventures in the past few weeks, she had never been so far from her clothes before. The idea carried mixed emotions, but she decided not to dwell on it. There would be lot of barriers broken this evening if all went well. The final steps toward Kerri's house were uneventful. Despite being quite visible to herself in the lamplight, Lydia wondered if anyone would actually be able to see her from a house window if they were not looking closely. Definitely not, if they were not looking at all, which Lydia reasoned was most likely at this hour. Nevertheless, she would remain careful. She was not out of the woods, or rather back in the woods, just yet. Lydia passed into the shadows on the side of Kerri's house. A fence began part way in, and Lydia knew that the fence door to access the backyard was on this side of the house. More than that, she knew that if she rounded the outside of the fence into Kerri's neighbor's backyard then she could squeeze though a slight gap to access the pool area quietly. The only downside was being in full view of three other houses at the same time. She decided that accepting the low risk of being seen was worth avoiding the high risk of being heard by opening the gate. As she passed a window which was undoubtedly Kerri's, Lydia thought back to when she first met Kerri in middle school. They had met by running track together and even though Lydia was one year older than Kerri they remained good friends into high school and beyond. Lydia was familiar with every inch of this house because she visited so often, and Kerri could say the same of Lydia's house. Now that Lydia was 22 years old and going a different college, they did not spend as much time together but made sure to see each other at least once when they were both in town. That is why it was not too suspicious when Lydia wanted to visit Kerri at her house the day before. It was all too easy to slip into the backyard during the visit and drop the first key into the pool near the deep end. While it would be the first key Lydia retrieved this evening, it was in fact the last one that she had planted in preparation. Lydia returned indoors afterwards to spend time with Kerri for about a half hour more. Kerri had been none the wiser about Lydia's ulterior motive for visiting. As Lydia reached the gap in the back part of the fence, she wondered what Kerri would think to see her like this, sneaking around in the night and breaking into her back yard without a stitch of clothing. Lydia pulled back the wooden fence to place her left foot within the confines of the yard, shuddering to think of what would happen if she were caught now by her longtime friend. Lydia and Kerri were still pretty close after all this time, but somehow Lydia did not think Kerri was ready to learn about her naked escapades. Lydia could only imagine how fun it would be to go on one with her friend. Perhaps another time, Lydia hoped. One more thrust and Lydia was fully in the yard. Just to be safe, she kneeled behind a large, leafy plant to make sure that no one at Kerri's house was enjoying a late-night swim like she was about to be. The only sound to be heard was the humming of the pool filter and the occasional faint whirring of sparse traffic far in the distance. The clouds shifted and moonlight flooded into the yard to a degree that almost worried Lydia. Despite this, she could not help but appreciate the rippling streams of light that reflected onto the back of Kerri's house from the silvery illumination above. Deciding to keep low, Lydia emerged from behind the plant and tip-toed across the grass toward the concrete deck which surrounded the in-ground pool. To get lower, Lydia pressed herself fully onto the concrete. She immediately regretted doing so because of how frigid the surface was. Not wanting to be more visible than she had to be though, she stuck to her prone position. Every part of her body hardened and tensed from the cold. Part of her thought that this was silly. After all, no one would be awake at this hour... probably. Besides, even if they were, what were the odds of them checking the back yard for intruders at this late hour, especially if there was no sound to alert them? Crawling carefully to avoid abrasions, Lydia reached the side of the pool and peered into the cerulean depths below. Much to her disdain, her view of the pool bottom was not as clear as she expected. Strictly speaking, this would not be the first time that Lydia was naked in this particular pool, but rather the second. Three years prior, Lydia and Kerri had the house to themselves for an entire afternoon and, as a joke, Lydia said it would be fun to go skinny dipping since they were sunning on the pool deck anyway. "Who likes tan lines anyway, right?" Lydia had said with a smirk. "I'm down if you are," Kerri had replied without hesitation, much to Lydia's surprise. "Well, I guess I can't back out now," Lydia said as she untied her bikini top. Bare-chested, she got up and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her bottoms before looking at Kerri to ask, "Are we doing this or not?" "Yeah, sure," Kerri had said looking at Lydia with a smile. Kerri stood up from her pool chair and pulled her top over her head and threaded her jet-black hair through it. Then, together, Lydia and Kerri pushed their bottoms down to their ankles and stood there for a moment giggling. Kerri, now wearing only red-rimmed plastic sunglasses said, "Last one in is a rotten egg!" and jumped feet first into the deep end of the pool with Lydia not far behind her. Lydia smiled at the memory and, despite definitely not being a lesbian, found that it turned her on a little bit. Now, however, it was dark outside and Lydia looked into the pool to see the bottom littered with tiny key-sized leaves. A late-evening wind had scattered leaves from one of the neighbor's oak trees over Kerri's fence and into the pool. Through the rippling surface, Lydia could not distinguish between the leaves and the key. With no idea of where to even start, she would have to feel around for it. She decided to stand up long enough to make her way to the stairs of the pool which entered on the shallow end. Closing her eyes and dipping her toes in, Lydia expelled a long sigh through her nostrils and wrinkled her nose. She had expected the water to be a cold, but this was downright freezing! Lydia styled herself as a warm-weather girl so to put herself into any water cooler than a bath required some will power. Step by step, Lydia made her way deeper into the pool. First she submerged her ankles and then her knees. She knew she had to go slowly to remain as quiet as possible, so plunging in and getting it over with was out of the question. With short, shallow breaths she continued into the pool until she stood with her legs underwater and the ripples tickling her most sensitive parts. She clasped her hands over her mouth to stifle her natural reaction to it. Oh my god, this is so cold! This was the first time tonight that she asked herself in an accusing internal tone why she was doing this. Holding her breath, she sank herself further into the pool until she was waist-deep and past the stairs. Now all she had to do was crouch down and make her way to the deep end. The moment the water had reached her belly button, Lydia tensed her tummy and held her breath. She was afraid that if she did not then she might cry out from the shock of the chilly water. Bending her knees, she submersed herself fully into the water right up to her neck. Despite her best efforts, the motion yielded a nearly imperceptible groan from her as the chill in the water gathered most prevalently around her breasts and in her armpits. Lydia closed her eyes and backed herself against the wall closest to Kerri's house to remain at least somewhat hidden while she acclimated to the water. Taking little time for this, she side-stepped her way toward the deep end of the pool in the direction of the yet unknown location of the key. She arrived at the five-foot-deep part of the pool and stood completely up straight in the water. Using her arms for balance, she waded further still but had to start tip-toing to stay above water until she had to exert effort to keep her chin above the surface. At this point, the real challenge of this stop at Kerri's house began -- finding the key. The oak leaves would make it difficult. She had hoped to spot it more easily now that she was approximately right above it, but no such luck. She knew that the key was probably nearer to the house on the deep end because that is where she had tossed it in earlier. With one hand on the side of the pool, she stretched her leg and elongated her ankle to perform a wide sweep of the pool bottom with the tips of her toes. Just leaves so far. Disappointed, she let go of the pool edge and treaded water. At this point, she could no longer feel the bottom and stay afloat. Being only 5'4" tall, she would have to dive and search. How desperately she wished she had paid closer attention to exactly where the key sank. This was certainly not going well for her. Lydia closed her eyes once more and took a deep breath before allowing herself to be overtaken completely by the water, trying to be as quiet as she possibly could. Lydia figured she had an adequate lung capacity given how much she ran for fitness, but she discovered that holding one's breath underwater is not quite the same. She reached the bottom and blindly patted the bottom of the pool searching for the tell-tale hardness of a metallic key. She lacked the ability to open her eyes underwater, a skill that she sorely missed in this moment. She simply had to feel her way through leaf after leaf getting increasingly concerned about being unable to find it as the pressure upon her lungs filled the entirety of her chest. Before she knew it, her time was up. Carefully, slowly as she could bear, Lydia gently kicked off the surface and rose her head above the surface of the pool. Rather than gasping for air, she took a long, slow breath and softly paddled her way back to the pool edge. She had forgotten the slight difficulty of catching her breath while in the water. She took a few moments to scan the bottom of the pool with greater scrutiny. She did not have all night to search for this key. Then a horrible thought came to her. What if Kerri or one of her family spotted the key earlier in the day and removed it? The dread of such a possibility was enough to steal away her breath once more. How could she overlook such a potentiality? Why had she not hidden it in one of the plants that lined the back fence in the yard? What if... but then she became stern with herself. No! No, this key is here, and I am going to find it. I have no choice. Just then, she spotted something promising near the middle of the deep end. It was either an irregularly shaped leaf, or just maybe it was the key she needed to get. In her excitement, Lydia slipped below the surface again and dove in the direction of what she hoped was the key. She pressed her hands against the course texture of the pool floor and started feeling her way across the area. A few seconds later, her hand brushed over a hard, prickling, flat object. It must be the key! She retraced her hand backward and clutched the object in her hand, feeling the jagged edge to confirm that it was her prize. Basking in a wave of relief, Lydia swam under the water toward where she knew the stairs of the pool were. By this point, she was feeling a blend of excitement and reprieve along with the breathlessness of remaining submerged for nearly too long. In her exuberance, she gripped the guide rail by the stairs and breached the surface to place one foot on the bottom step of the pool stairs. Only then did she hear the crashing sound of her fatal error. It was too late to do anything. Lydia had stood up too fast and was pinned in place with terror. Not only had she caused a raucous splash upon standing, but the water cascaded off her and back into the pool before settling into a concert of steady drips pouring forth over every inch of her naked body. Lydia thought frantically that it might not have been so bad as the water around her waist fizzed and settle back to a relative calm. Perhaps it only seemed loud to her. She wiped the residual water from her eyes to gain a blurry view of her surroundings. She stood with hips halfway still in the water and one hand on the rail. Her soaked skin glistened in the moonlight and her dark, brown hair clung to her neck as she twisted her head toward the house. In half a heartbeat, she saw the light turn on in window near the deep-end side of the pool. Lydia stared wide-eyed in horror as two of the blinds split open, presumably from someone trying to investigate the noise. It must be one of Kerri's parents, Lydia thought. More carefully, Lydia turned back toward the stairs and started climbing. It was no use though. The water fell from her body with every step resulting in what felt like an excruciating series of thunderous crashes. Key in hand, she sprung from the pool and trotted off the concrete into the grass on the side of the house. At least there she would be hidden. She dared not risk approaching the gap in the fence that she had entered the yard from because she would almost certainly be seen there. Instead, she gingerly approached the fence door which led to the front yard. Lydia unlatched the door and it creaked open toward her. Lydia froze, trembling, water droplets still trickling down her breasts and between her legs as she saw the back-porch light come on from behind her. Then, from around the corner, she heard the sliding glass back door of the house screech open. Two footsteps, that was all Lydia heard. That and her heartbeat pounding in her ears. "Is someone there?" a gruff, annoyed, sleepy voice called into the night. Lydia recognized the voice of Kerri's dad. Lydia held the fence door in position to prevent it from creaking and carefully sidled around it to the front. The hardest part was squeezing and her breasts through the space between the door and the fence without moving it too much. Then she had to get creative with her hips to move her way through the opening. She made it though and looked toward Kerri's window to ensure that there was no light there too. Thankfully, it seemed that Kerri's dad was the only one roused by the commotion Lydia had caused. "Must be an animal, I guess. Need to get that fence fixed," Lydia heard the groggy voice murmur. A sleepy yawn followed. Phew... Lydia sighed softly. It was over. She shut the gate with an affirmative *click* and then turned toward the street. "What was that? Who's there?" the voice, suddenly alert, called out in alarm. Without thinking, Lydia sprinted away from the fence toward the sidewalk and into the full light of the streetlamps with reckless abandon. Not even waiting to check that the street was clear of people or traffic, Lydia raced at full speed down the sidewalk bounding past the houses and cars. She did not look back, so she would have to wait until she saw Kerri again to know if she had been seen or, even worse, recognized. The floodlight on the second house burst into life once more as she passed. This time, however, she heard the booming bark of a dog within that must have heard her thudding down the sidewalk. Lydia was single-minded though and nearly did not even notice these things. With long strides and arms swinging, she rounded the "lucky" stop sign on the corner and headed toward the street adjacent to the trail. Now out of view of Kerri's house, Lydia looked behind to see yet another heart-wrenching sight. Every one of her steps leading away from Kerri's house was marked with a wet footprint and scattered droplets. This far away, they were of course quite faint. But Lydia could easily envision the clarity with which Kerri's dad would be able to see them on the sidewalk outside his house and follow them straight to her. She let out a hushed moan in dismay and kept running. Her breasts, usually secured by a bra, flailed wildly as she went. Her saving grace for this relatively small issue was that she had B-cup-sized breasts that, while sizeable enough for her liking, did not weigh her down the way a larger cup size might. In retrospect, she could not believe that this, of all things, was what she was thinking about as she streaked through Kerri's neighborhood completely bare, dripping wet, and trying to escape unseen. Lydia rounded the next corner and crossed the street diagonally to reach the gap between two houses that she had used to enter the neighborhood just a short time ago. She was panting and out of breath, and still quite damp with pool water. She figured that her body would be dry in no time, but her hair would take just a little bit longer. It still clung to her neck and now strands from her bangs, freed from the hair tie, now laid about her forehead. What a disheveled sight she must be, she thought to herself. From the obscurity of the shadows between the two silent houses, she took one last look behind her to see if her fears would be realized. Would she see Kerri's dad lumbering down the street after her? Perhaps the beams of two headlights as a car drove after her in search of a naked interloper? None of these things happened, however. Lydia had made it. She moved toward the tree line where the trail waited for her just beyond and carefully stepped into the forest. Lydia took a deep breath as she went tried to calm herself down. The air turned to mist as it fled between her lips. She lightly massaged her breasts and wiped lingering water droplets from her front, her back, and off her legs. Lydia contemplated what she had just been through as she wrung her hair to get what water out that she could. She had the first key. This was the first real triumph of the night. The rest of the night would go more smoothly. It had to be better than what she had just done. It just had to be. Either way, though, she would have to face it. There was no choice. The only way to access her house key was in that box hidden near the park. And the only way to access that box was to get the five remaining keys that she had scattered around town. She spat the faint taste of chlorine water from her mouth, positioned the key in her hand in such a way as to allow her to put her hair back in order. Clothed only by branches and scattered leaves, Lydia pressed onward into the forest leaving the bright streetlamps of Kerri's neighborhood behind.

The New Rules By SuperEvil Chapter 28 While others were having very interesting and exciting days at school, Adam had other thoughts on his mind. He was much more looking forward to when he got home from school. He had promised Sam that the two of them would spend the whole afternoon practicing their presentation for science class the following day. That meant he would get to have her all to himself in his house; just the two of them for two hours, if not longer. The anticipation of spending the whole afternoon with the girl of his dreams, considering she would have to be naked as well, had left Adam basically giddy for the duration of the whole day. The trio of Travis, Cody, and Lilly bid them farewell, as Adam and Sam headed up the front walk to his house. His anticipation was fast moving to excitement as he unlocked and opened the door, giving the girl a small gesture to signify she should enter first. Sam gave quite the nervous look to Adam once he turned back around after locking the door behind him. “So…” “You know the rules Sam…” Adam started, before noticing the look on her face. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “You remember the last time we were alone, together. We almost...” She explained, biting her lip. “Oh… Yeah…” Adam looked away from her, remembering when she had invited him into the shed in her backyard. "You feel nervous?" He asked with concern. "Uh hmm." She affirmed, with a gulp and a little head nod. "Ok, here's what we'll do." He took a step forward, taking over the situation for her. "You know you have to be naked under my mom's rules, but technically under my mom's rules I am supposed to stay dressed. If I promise to keep my clothes on, will that make you feel better?" She gave him another quick nod. "I think so. Yes." She answered with a small smile. "Good. Then go ahead and get undressed." He smiled back at her, happy he had been able to put her mind at some ease. She started to unzip her hoodie, but he was watching her so intently, that she felt the need to pause, and ask him, "Do you have to watch me every time!?" "Yeah, that's part of the fun." He teased, receiving an eye roll from the girl in response. "Look, ok. I'll be waiting up in my room for you." He said, turning towards the stairs. "Just, don't take all day." And he headed up, letting the girl get undressed in peace. By the time Sam came up to his room, Adam already had all of his notes pulled out, and a bunch of photos for the project transferred to his computer. The dark-haired girl paused at the threshold of the door, and then the two thirteen year olds blushed as they locked eyes for a few seconds. "Maybe your bedroom wasn't the best idea for this." The girl commented, biting her lip once more. Adam was having a hard time listening, taking in the sight of the naked beauty at his door. Even if he wanted to stop himself, he couldn't help admiring his friend's naked body. She stood there in the doorway with her perky pointy tits poking out at him, her pale white skin she hardly exposed to the sun, and the shaved bare plump lips of her outer sex clearly visible, even with her legs pushed together. He took her in from top to bottom, admiring her already developing hourglass figure, despite her preference at keeping it covered. "It's easier to look at the pics on my desktop than my phone." He explained once it finally registered to him exactly what she had said. Sam couldn’t help it as her cheeks burned. It was plainly obvious he was checking her out as she stood there in front of him, holding her hands behind her back. She was still not anywhere used to getting such attention about her body, and wanted to do something to make him stop, but couldn’t think of anything. "Why don't you be normal and get a laptop you dweeb?" She said, trying to break the tension she was feeling, and go back to the friendly teasing they normally shared with one another. "A desktop computer is way better for gaming!" He said with a laugh. "Whatever." She said, finally stepping into his room. She held her forearms together across her tummy, trying to comfort her fears. "Let's go over the pics we got first." Adam said. He was seated at his desk, and had already pulled his brother's chair over for her, and pushed it out for her to sit next to him as an inviting gesture. Sam came over and sat down, feeling less like she was on show for him now that she was seated. She let out a little nervous breath she had been holding, since Adam didn't make a move on her, despite their close proximity, but instead he started clicking around on the computer. "Let me show you what I got this morning, of my mom and sisters." He said, opening up one of the pictures. Sam's eyes got as big as saucers when the image of the three females' bare anatomy appeared on the screen. There, in full crystal clarity, were the privates of Abbie, Madeline, and most astonishing of all to the girl, Mrs. Larson. Though their faces were obscured, it didn't take her long to figure out who was who. The size of each female gave it away. "That reminds me." He said, flipping his notebook to another page, and making a small mark with his pencil. "What's that?" She asked. "For the project. I'm putting down how you are feeling today." He explained. She took a closer look at the page. "A one! You're only giving me a one!?" She reacted in outrage. "Yeah, you were really shy today, Sam. You didn't even let me watch you get undressed like usual." "That's not…! That's not the reason I didn't! I was just nervous because of the other day!" She tried to justify herself. "So you're not feeling shy?" He asked her with a smirk. Sam shook her head. "No!" "Prove it." He said, smugly. "If you're not shy about being naked in front of me, then you won't feel embarrassed about posing the same way as my mom and sisters." "Fine!" She answered his challenge defiantly, going to kneel on his bed. "I'll show you who's shy!" Learning forward, she pressed her breasts against his bed spread, and pushed her butt up into the air. He ogled the girl’s bare delicious butt from behind, not believing it had been this easy to manipulate her into this position. "You need to open your legs too." He said with a wide smirk, enjoying teasing her in this new way. "I know!" She almost shouted back, very frustrated with him and his tone. Then with a small sigh, she moved her knees open, to about shoulders width apart. Adam was almost immediately there with his camera. "Nice! Very nice, Sam!" He captured a close up of her bare pussy lips. "This is gonna be great for the project!" Sam's eyes went wide as she realized he was taking pictures of her in such an explicit position. She quickly reached her hands in between her legs, trying to cover her bare girl bits from his and his camera's line of sight. Adam laughed, seeing the girl's embarrassment displayed so clearly. "Come on Sam, I thought you weren't shy in front of me." He taunted. With more frustration towards the boy, Sam brought her hands away from her private parts, and brought her arms underneath herself to rest on her elbows, so she wouldn't be tempted to cover up again. She did not want him to win, and wouldn't admit just how humiliated she felt to be in that position for him. "Good girl." He commended her, and began snapping more pictures of her bare parts. "Good girl!?" She complained. "Why do you keep calling me a good girl like that!?" "Well…" He came over to the side of the bed, so he could look directly into her eyes. "I want you to get more used to being naked in front of me. I enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it too. So I'm giving you positive reinforcement." His eyes were drawn to look at the glorious globes of her chest hanging beneath her. She felt her nipples harden, part in frustration at him, and part because he was starting so intently again. "You're talking to me like I'm a fricken dog or something! Calling me a good girl!" She complained, realizing she was almost positioned like a dog at that very moment, down on all fours for him. "It's not meant to be demeaning, really Sam." He said, going back behind her where he could enjoy staring at her bare shaven slit again. This time he even noticed that her puckered little rosebud was showing, and quickly captured one more shot focused on this new discovery. "We only have today left, and then I won't be taking any other pictures of you for the project." "You won't be taking any more pictures of me at all, you mean!" "I suppose not." He said, not believing a word of that. Still, he started snapping as many photos as he could, since she was threatening that this would be the last time. She still hadn't made a move from the position, and he wanted to be able to remember her like this forever. He took as much time as he needed to capture her image in its full naked glory from behind, from her side, and even angled upward underneath her. He captured her at every conceivable angle he could get, both up close and further away. In a few of the shots he even accidentally captured her obviously blushing face. He knew he wouldn't need nearly the amount of pictures he was taking for the project, but anything extra he took he was planning to just keep for himself. He came back over to talk to her face again, satisfied he now had enough pictures of her to last him a lifetime if needed. "I need to go grab something. Don't move!" He said, very commandingly, and he rushed out of his bedroom door. Even though Sam was tempted to get up, she still stayed on the bed, exactly where she was. For some reason, every time her clothes came off, she became much more submissive to doing what he wanted her to do. She even felt herself tingling with excitement at the thought of following his commands, wondering if there was something wrong with her. I've always been assertive and in control of myself, I don't know why I feel this way about him now, she thought, as her bits continued to tingle with excitement. "Ok, hold still." He said, coming back into the room. He could see a flush on Sam's pale skin. He was feeling a bit warm too. The room temperature seemed to have gone up to 100 degrees for both of them. He had only been gone for a minute, but her heart began racing when he moved to stand behind her once again. He no longer had his phone out, so she wondered what he was up to. "What are you going to do?" She asked, but he didn't respond. Instead, she felt a quick pleasurable feeling right above her clit! "Ooohhh! What is that!?" She asked, looking down between her own legs. "It's my mom's." Adam explained, rubbing the device along the outside of her lower lips, giving her a smug smirk. "Your mom's vibrator!" Her eyes went wide, as the buzzing was coming closer and closer to her waiting clitoris. "Don't worry. I cleaned it." He explained. "With soap and water." He was enjoying teasing her, as he brought the vibrating stick towards her clit over and over, only to pull it away at the last second each time before it made full contact. "Please Adam!? What are you doing!?" She practically begged. "Oh my gosh, Sam! Look! You're getting so wet!" He gathered a bit of her juices onto the wand, letting it come into contact with her little pearl for the first time. "OHHHH!" The vibration shook Sam to her very core, despite the fact that he had only grazed her clit for a second. She could feel the vibration as it slid along her now visibly wet slit, even contacting her little rosebud for a quick moment. Adam was becoming intoxicated over the power he now held over his friend. Despite her pleas, he kept the little vibrator away from her clit for as long as he could. He knew he was the one in control here, and that making her wait would just drive her crazy and make her want him to get her off even more. Sam was being driven absolutely wild! He was running the wand everywhere but where she needed it! "Please, Adam! Don't you toy with me! I need it on my clit! Right now! God, Pleeeeease!" She begged, trying to push her butt into his direction, all so that delicious feeling would finally meet with her wanting clit again. "Turn over." He instructed her. "Pull your legs up to your chest." The girl was very eager to appease him if it meant receiving her orgasm, so did exactly what he said. Sam now understood the meaning of ‘hot and bothered!’ She had felt herself getting more and more wet as he captured every inch of her privates for posterity. She actually was aware that he had been taking all of those pictures for himself, but she no longer cared now. The thought that he could look at her naked body any time he wanted was just getting her more riled up. She flipped over onto her back, and then pulled her legs up with her hands, spreading herself wide open for him. "Please Adam!" She begged again. "Let me cum!" She almost cried! Now on her back, Adam could clearly see her face, and how much she wanted it. No, she needed it. He was no longer able to deny her the pleasure she needed, seeing the expression written all over her bare body. He obliged her, bringing the vibrating toy right down on the hood of her needy clit. "OHHHHHH! YES! YES!" She squealed, feeling pleasure like she had never felt before. She decided right then, that she needed to get herself her own vibrator, and very soon. "Want to try it inside of you?" Adam asked. He had sat down on the bed next to her now, with his hip up against her side so he could reach between her legs. He also now had his other hand massaging her boob. Sam started to shake her head. "I don't know. I don't think SOOOOO…! OH GOOD GOD! OHHHHH! I've never put anything inside of myself! AHH! I don't think I'm ready for that yet!" She explained, as her moans of pleasure tried to interrupt her talking. Her body was in full throws, as she writhed around from the touch of the wand. As she neared release, her skin took on a light sheen. Adam understood her, and didn't want to risk his friendship with her, so didn't try to escalate things or push back against her wishes. He respected her too much to try that. Instead he focused on tickling her throbbing clit with the vibrating wand. Now lost in pure pleasure, Sam began gyrating her hips all around. It became like a little game to him, to keep the tip of the wand pressed to her pleasure point. Sam was in full ecstasy, and unable to think clearly through the fog of pleasure. She mostly mumbled and moaned incoherently, but Adam could make out her words every once in a while. "OHHH! ADAM I THINK I LOVE YOU! AHHH! AND I LOVE YOUR MOM'S VIBRATOR! OHHH GOD, ADAM! I NEED TO GET ME ONE OF THESE!" She exclaimed, as her pleasure finally overtook her completely. Adam watched on in pure joy as his friend finally came for him once again. As soon as she had calmed down enough, she looked up at him quite mortified, as she realized everything she just said to him. "Good girl, Samantha!" Adam finally said, using her full name, as it just felt right at the moment. He smiled down at her, content, despite how much throbbing he was feeling in his own pants. But he put his needs aside for now, to make sure his friend was having a good time. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you move!” Adam commanded, as he exited the room once again. Sam wondered what he was up to, but didn’t have to wait for long. He had gone to get a washcloth for her. She cooed when he started running the warm cloth all over her body to clean up the sweat that had accumulated, and then let out a giggle when he ran it along her super sensitive parts between her legs too. "Making you cum is so cool!" He gave a bright smile to her with his comment. "Ummm, thanks…" She said, bashfully smiling back at him. She thought it was so sweet and considerate of him to do that for her. He offered his hand to help her sit upright, and the two now sat across from one another on his bed. Her with her knees pulled up to her chin, while he just sat Indian style in front of her. "You look very beautiful when you're so excited. And it's cool knowing I'm responsible for making you feel that way too. I really like that a lot." "That's good for you I guess." She said, brushing some of her hair from her brow. "You had a good time, right?" He asked, getting a little concerned at her sudden shift in mood. "Oh, Adam. Yes. I did. I just…" She wasn't sure how she could admit her fears to him. "I just feel like I lose complete control of myself whenever this happens." "Well you didn't. I asked if you wanted it inside of you, and you said no." He offered to make her feel better. "I know, but I almost did. I don't know why, it's just, when I'm naked in front of you, I feel more open to doing whatever you want." "Oh…" He said, surprised but intrigued. "I can't say I don't like the sound of that." He gave her a small smile. Sam hugged her knees a bit tighter. "It scares me a little, Adam. Especially after we almost… I don't know if I can trust myself. And I don't know if I should trust you…" "Why not?" He asked, feeling hurt. "I promised not to take my clothes off, and I've kept my promise. I didn't force you into doing more than you wanted today? What more can I do to make you trust me?" "I'm sorry, Adam. I didn't mean it that way. Of course I trust you." She smiled at him, relaxing a little, and bringing her legs down from in front of her chest. "What I mean is, there is a chance you could get so excited, that you'll lose all thought about doing the right thing. I'm not saying it's not the same for me…" "I see." Adam realized what she was worried about now. "I can't say I won't get excited. But, Sam, I can promise you for all that it’s worth, I will not let anything happen before you are ready." "Alright." She said, smiling brightly. "I guess I can believe you." There was a bit of silence between them, before Sam turned her attention back to his computer screen, where the picture of his mom and sisters was still on the display. "This whole presentation is gonna be so weird tomorrow." "I know. Tell me about it." Adam laughed, looking back over at the screen himself. "Are you sure your mom is going to be ok with you showing these pictures of her?" Sam felt the need to ask. "And your sisters?" "Yeah. It was my mom's idea actually. I was explaining to her about Hope's offer this morning, and she offered to help you out too." "Really?" The girl asked with a blushing smile. "I didn't think your mom liked me very much." "Nah. She's just always been jealous of you, since I…" Adam winced. He had always had trouble sharing his true feelings. He wasn't sure this was the right time to be honest about how he really felt about her. "Since you what!?" Sam demanded, but he just shook his head back and forth. She could tell she would need to use a different tactic to get whatever he was hiding in out of him. She thrust her chest out towards him, and fluttered her eyelashes. "Come on, Adam. I'm your friend. You can tell me." She said as sweetly as possible, almost sickly sweet. Adam gulped as he tried to keep his eyes on her face, but was losing the battle fast, as they kept being drawn down to her pushed out bosom. "You promise not to make fun of me if I tell you, and that things won't change between us?" "Yes, of course." She answered him with a serious look. Adam had no resistance left in him, and just decided it was best to tell her how he was really feeling. "I… I like you. I really like you. And I have a crush on you, ok?" "Is that all!?" She said, giggling loudly. "I've known that, like, forever!" "You just said you wouldn't make fun of me!" He complained, almost freaking out. "Sorry." She said, getting her giggling under control and looking down at her lap. Then she looked back up at him with just her eyes, and gave him a satisfied smirk, before grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him close. "I thought you'd never get around to telling me!" Then she laid a big smooch on him, right on his lips! As they kissed, she ended up on top of him, basically straddling his hips with her own. "This means you like me too, right?" Adam asked with a broad grin. He could feel his erection rubbing between her legs; the only thing keeping them separated this time was his trousers. "Of course I do, you big dummy!" She beamed at him. "I always have." And she kissed him once more. "Wow!" He commented with a large grin, once their next kiss ended. "This means you're my boyfriend now?" Sam half asked, half stated. "Well… I don't know." He chuckled. "I'm not sure I'm ready to be tied down just yet." She scoffed at him, complaining, "Adam…!" "I'm just teasing you. Of course I want you as my girlfriend!" She pouted a little at his teasing. "Good, because I really want you as my boyfriend." She said with her own grin. Adam nodded his head, all smiles. "But we shouldn't let things change between us." "No. I agree." She looked at him longingly. "That's one of the things I really like about you. You've never treated me any differently from your other friends, even if I'm a girl." She pursed her lips in thought for a moment. She rolled off of him, now laying next to him on the bed. "At least you didn't until you saw me naked." She added with a blush on her cheeks. He turned onto his side, in order to face her. "I guess some things will change between us, if we're gonna be boyfriend, girlfriend. I've never kissed any of my other friends like we just kissed." He gave her his own blush, laughing. "Yeah. And I don't think any of your friends have played with your dick like I have." She giggled. Adam shifted his eyes back and forth a little, looking guilty. "They haven't, right?" She demanded to know. "It only happened one time!" Adam got up, pacing back and forth with worry. "We were camping in Cody's back yard, and talking about, you know… Jerking off. It just kinda happened. We all took turns stroking each other off…" He finally looked back at her, expecting her to be upset. Instead of being mad, Sam was all smiles. "Sounds like you had fun. When did this happen?" "About a year ago." He explained shyly. "We've never really talked about it since. Please tell me you'll keep this a secret. I don't want the other guys to find out I told you." She got up, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Ok Adam. I'll keep your secret for you." She smiled at him. "I think doing something like that with friends is more common than you think though." It took him a few seconds to realize, and then he took a step back, looking at her in amusement. "Wait, have you done anything like that with your friends?" "What!? No!?" She tried to deny it, but it was written all over her face. "Come on." He tried to cajole her. "I told you." "Alright, fine!" She relented. "But you need to promise me that you WILL keep this an absolute secret. A lot of girls could get in big trouble if this got out…" Adam looked at her with concern, since she seemed to be so worried. "Did someone force you into doing something you didn't want to do?" "No, nothing like that. I mean, not really…" she sighed, hoping to explain it to him with the right amount of fineness so he wouldn't end up upset or worried. "There's this tradition in our girl scout troop." She began explaining. "When a girl is old enough that she becomes a Cadette, you know around 11 or 12, the older girls in the troop bring us all together to show us something." "What do they show you?" "They show us… how to touch ourselves. How to pleasure ourselves. They make us do it with them watching." Sam was turning beat red as she explained. "We had a choice. We could leave and not do it, but then the other girls kind of shunned the girls that didn't, until they did. I did it right away though. I thought it was better to do it with the other girls than to have to do it all on my own later with all the girls watching me do it." "Did you think of quitting the scouts?" He asked, almost flabbergasted at her admission. "Yes… That was an option too. But I didn't want to quit. Really, it wasn't as terrible as I'm making it sound. The older girls were very kind and patient with us. They explained the reason for them doing this was so that we would have an idea of what the pleasure was supposed to feel like. So our future boyfriends and husbands couldn't lie or manipulate us. So we would know how to satisfy ourselves, and know when we've been satisfied too." "Wow… I see. I guess thinking about it like that, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea." He furrowed his brow at her. "How did I do? Did I pass the older girls' test?" "Yes! With flying colors!" She exclaimed, giving him a quick peck. "Good!" He said, satisfied with himself. Then another realization hit him. "Maddie's a part of your girl scout troop!" "Yes, but she's only junior rank. She won't have to go through this until she graduates to the next rank." Sam reminded him. "Still, I don't like the thought of my baby sister…" He started to explain, but his thoughts were cut off as he realized everything his younger sister had been through that week. "Trust me, Adam. It's not anything like you are thinking. I had a really fantastic time when it happened to me. And I can't wait until I'm an ambassador, one of the older girls, so I can teach the younger girls my knowledge too." "After everything she's been through this week, Maddie might be the one teaching the older girls a thing or two." He said, starting to laugh at the thought. "Yeah. She is really experienced for being only 10 years old. Giving blowjobs. Having the boys lick her coochie. She knows a lot, for being so young." She had to agree. "Maybe even more than I do." Adam wanted to get back to the topic of the girl scouts. "So did the girls touch each other?" Sam went back to sit down on his bed, blushing at his question. "No. They didn't touch us. We just touched ourselves in front of them. Well first, one of the older girls took off her panties for us, and showed us how she touched herself. Then we had to copy her." Adam joined her on the bed. "That sounds… Nice honestly. I sort of had to stumble upon how to jerk off myself. Through trial and error. Maybe I would have had less frustrating times if an older boy showed me how to do it." She giggled at the thought of that. "I'd like to see that!" "And I'd have liked to have seen the older girl showing you!" He fired back with a grin. "Do you think when it's your turn to teach the younger girls, you will be the one taking off your panties?" "Maybe, honestly. Before this week, I would have said absolutely not! But now, it doesn't seem quite so scary to take off my clothes in front of someone." She smiled at him. "Good." He turned back to the computer screen once more. "I think we better start working on our project. We've already wasted almost forty five minutes." "Right!" She agreed, and the two moved back to his computer to get to work. They worked for the next hour on the presentation of their project, with Adam taking the majority role of the presenter. "In conclusion, while girls are initially embarrassed to be naked in front of their male peers, it usually only takes them a few days to get over such feelings. However, girls still usually display some excitement about having their private parts exposed to the males, even once they are used to their nudity." Adam had been walking back and forth as he spoke, as if he were speaking in front of his class. Now he sat down on his bed, letting out a small sigh of accomplishment. He was happy the presentation was finished, as now he felt like he could catch his breath. Sam couldn't help clapping for her new boyfriend, acting as the audience for his lecture. She was very proud of him, in spite of the subject matter of the project. She moved over from her chair, to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. There was another part of him she had kept her eye on the entire time he had been speaking. "Adam, are you sure you're alright?" Sam asked with a coy blush. "What do you mean?" "You've been here with… Well the entire time you've been talking, I couldn't help noticing you've been hard…" Adam blushed himself, not realizing she had noticed. "Well…" He glanced side-eyed at her, wondering what she was going to say about that. Sam had already built up her courage for what she asked next. "Would you like me to help you with that?" Now Adam was really shocked. "I thought we agreed I would keep my clothes on." "What if you just pull it out through your fly? That seems safe enough. I could…" "What?" "I could suck on it for you…" Sam gave him a nervous smile, wondering what he must think of her. "You want to give me a blowjob!?" Adam's hands immediately grasped his fly. He only waited to undo it out of respect for her, to make sure she was really true with her offer. She nodded her head, this time giving him a blushing smile. "As long as you promise this as far as we're going to go for now. Then yes." Adam needed no other confirmation. He undid his zipper, and quickly fished his erection through the opening. There were no other words that needed to be exchanged between the two, as the young lady stared down at his lap, enjoying seeing his privates again. She seductively licked her lips, looking totally hot to Adam, before she bent herself and took his hard cock into her mouth. She wrapped her hand around it near the base, in an almost ok symbol with her thumb and forefinger, to keep it positioned in the best possible angle, and to push his jeans out of her way a bit more. Adam was in pure heavenly delight as the girl's mouth surrounded his aching member. He couldn't see much, just the back of her head with her dark hair, but he could feel every delicious movement her tongue was making around his glands. She had him moaning in pleasure in almost no time. It was just about that time that Abbie arrived home. She just wanted to be alone right then, still feeling upset about everything with Blake. She headed up to her room to hide, but heard the loud moaning noise her brother was making, and she was drawn in to investigate what was going on. Abbie's eyes went wide in shock, and she let out a loud gasp as she looked into her brother's room. Adam was seated at the edge of his bed, facing away from her, so she couldn't really see anything. Still, it was quite obvious what was happening. Sam looked up at her lover's sister, feeling mortified for being caught. Adam also started back over his shoulder in total embarrassment, wondering why he hadn't closed the door before they had begun. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid to let his sister catch them so compromised. Abbie just turned away in humiliation herself and rushed to her own bedroom, leaving the lovers there to wonder what to do now. Abbie was ultimately happy for her younger brother, but in no way was she interested in watching him receive such pleasure. Despite their mortification, Adam and Sam both agreed they needed to speak with Adam's sister about what happened. The mood had been spoiled now anyway, so Adam didn't even get to finish. Instead he took Sam's hand, and led his new girlfriend to knock on Abbie's closed door. Abbie answered her door with an absolute look of mortification on her face too. She was naked of course, having not even gotten dressed for her walk home, but right now her nakedness seemed inappropriate to her, after what she had caught the two thirteen year olds doing. Sam almost seemed to be in the same boat, debating with herself if there was some way she could cover her nude body from the girl's eyes. It was her nudity that had led to Adam getting so excited and rambunctious to begin with. "Abbie, we wanted to apologize to you." She pushed herself to speak anyway, despite her anxiousness. "Yeah Abbie." Adam continued, his face a deep crimson color. Especially as his sister's eyes flicked downwards for a second, he imagined so that she could verify he had put it away. "I should have been smarter and closed my door. I guess we got carried away." "It's ok, Adam." Abbie's face softened, as she was happy to see they were just there to apologize to her. "I know how things can get. You didn't say anything about…" She stopped herself. There were a million different feelings that ran through her head as she thought about her first time with Blake. She continued on though. "I won't say anything about it. I promise." "Thanks Abbie." Adam leaned forward with a smile, and gave Abbie a short hug. Sam couldn't resist giving a hug to the girl either, whispering a, "Thank you." Into the girl's ear as well. Abbie separated herself from the two, shutting herself back in her room. It had been such a long day, and she just needed to be alone after everything. She knew her alone time wouldn't last, as she remembered her mom's Feminudist meeting was taking place later that evening, and that meant she would probably be going through another public exposure of her naked body. She curled herself up on her bed, feeling like she wanted to cry, but no tears would come. Instead she felt herself slipping off into a light sleep as she closed her eyes. She opened her eyes back up with a bit of a jump when she heard the doorbell going off downstairs. Checking her alarm clock, it had only been twenty minutes since she had laid down. She expected her brother to answer the door, but the bell went off a few more times, and Abbie was forced to get herself out of bed with a deep sigh to go see who it was. "Matt? Jenny?" Abbie looked out the front door at her two classmates in surprise. Then she remembered her mom had said they were coming to give her and her siblings a ride, but it was still another hour before they were expected to arrive. She could see Matt's younger sister coming up the walk as well, walking beside a woman with strawberry blonde hair that seemed to look so similar to Jenny. Her mother, Abbie guessed. The two younger girls were both completely nude, but the woman was wearing a short, aesthetically pleasing sundress over her body. The dress still left little to the imagination, Abbie perceived, as it hugged her body tightly, and there were two prominent bumps where her nipples poked out. The blonde girl in front of her, Jenny, wore a cute, almost mischievous smile as she looked at the naked girl from top to bottom. "Hi Abbie! I know we're a bit early, but can we come in?" "Umm, sure." Abbie answered, not sure what else to say. Just as the four were coming into the house, Abbie's brother came bounding down the stairs. Now he comes to answer the door, Abbie thought in frustration. "Hi Jenny! Hi Cindy! Hey Matt!" Adam smiled broadly, especially at the two naked girls. His memory of the Friday night that had started all of this came back to the forefront of his mind. Slowly and cautiously, Sam was also making her way down the steps. Adam turned to the grown lady with an amused grin. He had been wondering if he would ever get the chance to do this. "Afternoon miss! I think I should let you know, my mom has a very strict rule in this house. No female is allowed to wear clothes. I'm sorry to say, but you'll have to take off your dress before you come in." Adam wasn't anywhere near sorry, just giving the woman a large smirk. Jenny's mom didn't seem to be fazed by the request one bit. She just grabbed the bottom of her skirt, pulling the dress up and over her head with one fluid motion, and gave him a sexy grin in return. "That's no problem for me, young man. Jenny and I agreed to the exact same rule at our house. You can call me Liz, by the way." She was having a blast at the way the young man was staring at her with lust. She could hardly blame him. She knew her body looked fantastic, with or without clothes. She had absolutely nothing on underneath, so now she just stood there wearing her sexy smirk, and her red pumps on her feet. She even teased the young man a bit by pushing her large bosom together with her arms, and thrusting them out for him. Then she opened her legs a bit more, revealing her lower lips to the boy. She only had a bit of blondish red hair down there, with the lips themselves being smooth and bare. Matt was smiling pretty big too. Here was another cute girl he had never seen naked before, standing shyly behind Adam. "Hello. What is your name?" He tried to be friendly, but couldn't help taking joy out of the blush the dark haired girl was giving towards him and the others she wasn't familiar with. Jenny pushed her finger nail into his arms a little, trying to express to him that he should cool it a bit. "Umm, it's Sam. I'm Adam's…" "Girlfriend!" Adam smiled brightly at the cute dark haired girl. "Woah! Hold on. Really?" Abbie looked at her brother and the girl with some astonishment. It did make sense after what she had caught the two up to earlier, but she hadn't received confirmation until now. She was really happy for her brother and Sam, and rushed over to give them each a celebratory hug. "That's so awesome!" The other's all laughed at the display of the girl. "Aww, young love." Jenny's mom said, smiling brightly. Abbie gave a blushing smile back to the woman, feeling a bit embarrassed for her display in front of people she hardly knew. "Um, would you all like to come sit down." She offered, pointing towards the living room. "Would you like anything to eat, or drink?" "Sure, I'll have something." Jenny said. "Matt, why don't we both go help Abbie out in the kitchen. She's not going to have enough hands to carry everything." The trio of 14 year olds headed into the kitchen, while the others made themselves comfortable in the living room. Jenny had been dying to see how her classmate had been doing since her exposure at Matt's house last Friday night. "So Abbie," She sang, almost sweetly, "This must be quite a turn of events for you. You've gone from being so smug and arrogant about me having to be naked at Matt's house, to going totally nude in front of your entire family." Abbie looked up from the open fridge at her, furrowing her brow at the blonde. "Yes, that is what happened…" She didn't like that Jenny seemed to be taking some kind of pleasure at her expense, but then she thought back to the way she had made fun of Jenny that night, and it made sense that she would try to get her back a little. She thought it was best to try and bury the hatchet. "Listen, I'm really very sorry for the way I acted towards you on Friday, Jenny. I was totally out of line, and honestly, I get why you're smirking at me like that. It's… Whatever that super long German word that means I'm getting exactly what I deserve." She said, closing the fridge. Jenny was a little taken aback by Abbie's apology. "You really mean that?" "Yes, Jenny." She let out a tiny laugh. "You might find this hard to believe, but I've learned I really like being naked. There was something delicious about seeing you naked in front of Matt and my brothers the other night, that I just didn't realize I wanted to feel for myself." "Oh really!?" Jenny spread her legs a little, and put her hands on her hips, giving Abbie a wide grin. "Well then maybe you and I are a lot more alike then I knew." She extended her hand to the girl. "Friends?" "Friends!" Abbie took her hand, smiling widely. Still keeping the smile on her lips, Jenny looked her up and down a couple times, and added, "I really like that color on you. Your hair looks fantastic!" "Oh thanks." Abbie said, blushing and gushing at the compliment. "It wasn't my idea. A new friend of mine sort of tricked me into trying it." Her hair wasn't as light in color as Jenny's, but it was still quite a big change from the brown color it had been. Meanwhile, Matt had just been grinning in wonder, as the scene played out in front of him. "You know, Jenny, Abbie's been coming to math class naked the last few days." The blonde looked back at the former brunette with a wide expression, expressing her astonishment to the girl, "What, really!?" Abbie just nodded her head with a blush, rubbing the back of her head a little as she smiled. Matt continued on, unfazed by his girlfriend's reaction. "Totally. I've been thinking, maybe you can get naked for history class too!" He teased his girlfriend. Jenny's eyes went completely wide at his suggestion. "Oow! Matt! I swear…!" He just had to flick his eyes down to his wrist in order to quiet her down. "I had to get permission from the school board and Principal Bruster for that." Abbie explained, amused at the couple's bickering. "I doubt getting permission from Ms. Bruster would be too difficult for me and Jenny." Matt said, laughing. Jenny just pouted, while Abbie could only wonder in confusion at what he meant by that. The three headed to the living room with the drinks and some snacks after that, and they joined in with the rest of the conversation the others were having. "I think for my birthday this year, I want to reserve the whole gymnasium." Cindy was explaining. "It'll totally be a girls go bare extravaganza!" She smiled. "You'd make your friends go naked at your party!?" Sam was totally shocked at the younger girl's idea of a good time. "Totally!" Cindy just smiled. "I'm a nudist and I would really like for all my girlfriends to become nudists too." "What about boys?" Abbie asked. "Aren't you worried about them trying to take advantage of the situation?" "Nah, I'd only invite boys I know I can trust. Like my brother, and his friend Paul." She gave a cute little blush at the mention of her brother's friend. "Or Jake from my class, and his brother too. You and your brother can come too, if you want, Adam. You were both very nice to me the other night." "Oh, thank you, Cindy. I'll be there!" Adam grinned, having to feel proud to receive an invitation. The thought of a bunch of naked girls all giggling and running around in the flesh was certainly appealing to him as well. "Can my girlfriend come too?" "Only if she's naked!" Cindy said, laughing, making the dark haired girl blush and avert her eyes a bit. "Abbie, you and your sister are invited too of course." The cute girl gave Abbie a grin. "I know you don't have any problem with public nudity." "Huh?" Abbie blushed at the girl in confusion for a second. "You were naked at the mall!" Cindy reminded her. She wasn't trying to embarrass the older girl, just prove her point. "I think that was honestly the most cool and brave thing I've ever seen." "Oh… Right…" Abbie acknowledged the girl with a little blush. "She also goes jogging completely nude every morning with her boyfriend." Adam was quick to add. "Wow really!?" Jenny asked, just getting more and more surprised at her classmate. Abbie lost track of the conversation. Her bottom lip was now quivering at the mention of Blake. "I uh…" "Abbie, are you ok?" Sam was the one who asked, but everyone was becoming concerned for the girl as they noticed her change in mood. "I just…" She didn't want to cry in front of everyone, but her tears were already stinging her eyes. "Excuse me…" She rushed out of the room, and up to her bedroom, where her tears finally overtook her completely. There was a light rapping at her door. "I'm fine. Please…" Abbie called to whoever it was, but whoever it was was persistent. Abbie heard the door open and shut, and then she felt a hand touch her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Dear, something happened between you and your boyfriend. Didn't it?" It was Jenny's mom. She gave Abbie a look of understanding, as Abbie looked up at her from the bed. Abbie rolled over and sat up a bit, using her pillows as a backrest. She let out a few sniffles and dried her eyes with the back of her hand. Her weeping was pretty much finished for now. She nodded her head to the woman. "Yes. My boyfriend… He had sex with another girl." "I see." Mrs. Powers said, sitting down on the bed with the girl. "And that was against what you feel is appropriate for your relationship?" "I mean, yeah… I don't want him doing that with other girls." "And you told him that?" "Well, no, but…" "Honey, if you're going to have a relationship with someone, it's important to lay out some ground rules. How is he supposed to know you wouldn't like him with other girls unless you tell him?" "I thought it was implied?" Abbie asked the woman in frustration. "He's a guy, honey. You need to tell him what you want, or he's just going to be thinking with his little head all the time." She laughed. "Let me ask. Have you had any sexual encounters with anyone else since you two became an item?" Abbie turned red at the question. "Well, yeah, but they were girls!" "Ok. So what exactly makes that different?" "Because they were girls!" "Listen Abbie. If it bothers you that your boyfriend was with another girl, you need to let him know that. Communication is the most important cornerstone of a relationship. I think the two of you need to take the time to sit down together and hash things out." She patted Abbie on the shoulder a couple times, and gave her a smile, then left the room. Abbie sat, pondering what Jenny's mom had just said for a while. The real thing that was bothering her, but that she hadn't been able to express, was that it was Blake's own sister he had slept with. How could she ever get over that? Then she thought back, realizing that she too had been touched by her own two brothers, and her sister as well. Maybe she hadn't wanted it at the time, but a part of her had still enjoyed the pleasure her siblings had given her. This is all so complicated, Abbie thought. Her contemplation was broken by a knock at the door. This time it was the blonde girl, Jenny, and her boyfriend, Matt, coming to check on her. "Abbie, my mom said you were a little upset. Maybe Matt and I can cheer you up?" Jenny said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Oh, I think I'm doing a little better now." Abbie said, still lying half way down on her bed. She tried to smile, but there was still some heartache evident on her face. "My mom told me what happened. Your boyfriend cheated?" The sadness returned to Abbie's eyes fully. "I guess. Yeah. Your mom made it seem like it was more complicated than that." "Yeah, she can be like that sometimes." Jenny gave a small laugh, flicking her eyes towards Matt for a second. "Matt and I wanted to talk to you, since we thought it might help you out. To hear the way our relationship works." Abbie just gave them a furrowing brow, as she sat up a bit more. "One thing I've learned that I really love is watching Matt's reaction when he looks at another girl's naked body." Jenny explained. She took a look over at Matt, who was now openly staring at Abbie. "Just like that." Jenny giggled. "It was really cute when you opened the door completely naked, Abbie. Matt was having a field day looking at you." Abbie blushed hard at that. She didn't know what the blonde girl was getting at, but she certainly wasn't going to have relations with her boyfriend! "But Matt and I established a rule. He is allowed to look at any girl he wants, but he is never allowed to touch them." "Well besides Jenny. I'm allowed to touch her all I like." Matt smiled at Abbie, then as if to demonstrate his point, he reached over and started caressing Jenny's bare boob. "Honey!" Jenny giggled, turning a bit red. After a few moments though, she started emitting little purrs of pleasure. She leaned her back into his chest, letting Matt reach his arms around her to continue playing with her breasts. Abbie just watched on with wide eyes. Jenny almost seemed to be melting at his touch, but still had enough awareness to continue talking to the girl. "Sometimes Matt and I like to switch roles a little. Sometimes I like to show him off to a girl, especially if I feel the girl deserves it." Jenny smiled at Abbie once more, her eyes a bit droopy this time, as she was in total bliss with her boyfriend's hands all over her chest. "Do you want to see my boyfriend, Abbie?" Jenny asked, getting really excited now. Abbie's mouth went a little dry at the question. She had never seen another boy besides Blake. "I mean… I guess…" "Great! There's a couple ground rules you should know first. One is that you can't touch him. And you already know he isn't going to touch you. Two, he's not going to take all his clothes off. I'm just going to undo his pants, and let you see what's inside." Jenny explained. "Ok." That seemed reasonable enough to Abbie. "Come over here, and kneel down like me." Jenny told the girl, getting down on the floor in front of Matt. Abbie soon joined her. "The view is always better up close." Jenny explained with a smile. The blonde girl reached over, and started undoing his belt. Abbie could feel herself getting wet with anticipation. It had been a while since she had felt the release of an orgasm, and she was still worked up from displaying herself at track practice. The anticipation built, as Jenny now was unzipping his fly, having already popped open the top button. Now Jenny hooked her fingers into his waistband, and smiled mischievously up at her boyfriend. "Ready Matt?" Matt nodded. He was already totally excited. He had felt bad about some of the things Abbie had explained had happened to her since Friday night at his house. Jenny and him had concocted this little plan to try and make it up to her. Jenny pulled downwards, and Matt's cock sprang free! Both his pants and his boxers were now down to his knees. He noticed the excitement in both girls' eyes, and the way Abbie seemed to be looking at him with wonder. Abbie was in total awe. Matt's penis was just a bit smaller than Blake's, but still impressive to her. She couldn't help feeling like this whole experience was erotic too, with Jenny and her down on their knees in front of him. This was only the second penis she had ever seen, as she didn't really count seeing her younger brothers' in the bath when they were little. Her mind switched a little; this wasn't a penis she was starting at, no this was a cock! Matt might not have admitted it out loud, but he was greatly enjoying the reaction of the girls. Both girls leaned back, resting their butts on their legs and feet, and that let their chests thrust out a bit more upwards towards him. He noticed that each girls' nipples had stood up, and we're now poking out for him. He could see the cute smiles on both their faces as they took him all in. He even noticed a sweet aroma in the air, and realized one or both of the girls were getting wet. It just made his cock get that much harder. "You know, Abbie, there is another thing I really love to do with my boyfriend." Jenny took her attention off of her boyfriend for a second, to give a coy look to the formerly brunette girl. "I can imagine…" Abbie said with a giggle, covering her mouth. "Oh, you don't need to imagine." Jenny leaned forwards, so she could grab her boyfriend's cock, and then took it into her mouth! Abbie was shocked, but totally turned on at the same time! She had only done the act herself once, something she had a little regret about, as right at the moment nothing felt more appealing to her than to get her mouth around a big hard cock! She wanted so badly to offer to help, but she knew that would break the ground rules Jenny had laid out to her, so she just continued to watch. "Abbie, are you alright?" Matt asked, since the girl had a look like she was staring off into space. "Oh, huh? Yeah…" Abbie answered. Her cheeks were totally flush, and she looked like she was almost salivating as she watched the blonde girl give head to her boyfriend. "I know we can't touch, but you can still play with yourself if you want." Matt explained with a knowing grin. "I know I'd love to watch you play with yourself for me." "Well, uh…" Abbie felt so tempted. Could she really just play with herself in front of him? "It'd turn me on soooo bad too!" Jenny said, then went straight back to sucking off Matt. Matt let out a loud moan when her lips made contact again. Before Abbie knew it, she was lying down on her bed, and spreading her legs wide open for Matt! Now he could see everything! She was so turned on at this point she didn't even care anymore. She propped her pillows up a bit more, so she could continue to watch Jenny down between his legs, and started touching herself with vigor! Matt was so turned on by what he saw and what he was feeling, he almost came right then. "Jen, slow down!" He said in an exasperated whisper. He didn't want things to end before Abbie had even got a chance to start. Abbie had one hand down in between her legs now, furiously rubbing her clit between her index and middle fingers. She also was massaging her boob with her other hand, feeling a great tingling all over her bare body. She was sweating and moaning, never having felt this turned on in her life. "Ohh, god, I'm cumming!!!" Abbie exclaimed, as her upper body heaved up from her bed and pillows at the intensity of her orgasm. It was almost like she was trying to do a belly crunch, but couldn't manage to make it all the way up. Jenny smiled back at the girl, feeling satisfied. Now she knew she could go to town on her boyfriend with reckless abandon. She took his throbbing cock into her mouth, all the way to the base this time! Matt moaned in pure elation. Despite her orgasm, Abbie didn't stop touching herself. She kept right on going. Her arousal had just seemed to get even more intense as she had cum. She wished she could be in Jenny's position, down on her knees and sucking a cock, but she would have to take just watching she realized. The thought of giving a blowjob to Matt, or any boy in fact, pushed Abbie into another intense release! "Ohh Fucking… oh God!!!" She squealed in intense pleasure. Watching the girl cum again was enough to set Matt off! He grabbed the back of Jenny's head, and came deep in her throat! Abbie watched in wonder as Jenny seemed to be moaning in delight too! It almost looked like the blonde girl was cumming at the same time as her boyfriend! She must really love giving blowjobs, Abbie thought. She was spent herself, and let her head rest back on her pillows as she caught her breath. She felt like a total mess, sweaty and drained, with a ton of her juices leaking out from between her legs onto her thighs and her bed too! Having watched the boy get off in his girlfriend's mouth was enough for her, and she no longer felt horny. She was, however, completely satisfied with the experience. Jenny came over to her after a bit, looking down at her with a satisfied smile. "Thank you Abbie. You've made both Matt and my day a whole lot brighter." "No…" Abbie panted and grinned back at her. "Thank you. That was the most intense orgasm of my life." Matt came over too. "You're a really pretty girl Abbie. If things don't work out with your boyfriend, I'm sure you will be able to find someone else very soon." "Oh, thanks. But despite what happened, I still really love Blake." Abbie gave them a forlorn look. "Then you should see if you can work this out with him." Matt offered as advice. The three of them were about to head downstairs, as they knew soon they would be heading out. Jenny stopped Abbie though, to speak with her privately as Matt walked ahead. "Abbie, next time you have the chance to give a blowjob to a boy, whether it's with Blake or some other guy, take it. Trust me. It's going to be the most Earth shattering experience of your life!" Abbie could only wonder what the girl meant, but she had gotten so turned on at the thought of giving a guy head, that it made some sort of sense to her. "Alright. I will…" She said, and the two girls linked arms as they headed downstairs, giggling the whole way.

The Trailer Park: The Fourth Year A Story in the Wynter/Trailer Park Universe by Wizard Copyright© 2006 by Wizard Chapter 66 Saturday, I passed my drivers test with ease. I got a ninety-nine, and I still say I checked my sideview mirror before I merged left. Mr. Gates, the guy from DMV, was nice and professional about the whole thing. Mom let me celebrate by using her mini-van all day. I took Kelly to see Mrs. Fletcher, then later, I took her and her sister, Zoe, Tami, and Traci to a movie. Sunday a pick-up showed up out front. It belonged to a friend of dad's, and he was letting me use it. It was older than Traci and pretty beat up, but I had wheels. I took Zoe for a long drive. We found several secluded spots to test on dark nights. Her mom still wasn't thrilled about Zoe going out with a sixteen-year-old. She might be a freshman, but she'd skipped a grade and was only thirteen. But so far, her mom hadn't said I couldn't see her. Monday, I drove to school for the first time. The cab was a little crowded with Traci, Zoe, and Tami. Robbie decided she'd rather take the bus. That afternoon I tracked down Larry and Jimmy before gymnastics. "Guys, I need a favor." "Anything, for our second favorite sophomore," Larry said with a grin. "Second favorite?" "Robbie's cuter," Jimmy explained. "What do you need?" "Who do you know who deals drugs?" I knocked, and Zoe answered the door before the echo died. At least she wasn't the type to keep a guy waiting on general principle. "Wow!" was all I could think of to say. She was wearing a long dress in the palest pink I'd ever seen. Her shoulders were bare, and her hair was done up in some kind of bun arrangement that left her neck naked. The whole effect made her seem too mature for me. "You clean up nice yourself," she said. I was just wearing jeans and a dark blue sport shirt. "All I can say is I'm glad Hershey and Hallmark invented this holiday." Zoe giggled. "They didn't invent Valentine's." "Are you sure?" Mrs. Morganthal's face was a study in contrasts. Proud of her little girl and how beautiful she looked, nervous about her going to a dance, worried cause Zo had missed school today because she hadn't been feeling well, and apprehensive cause a handsome sixteen-year-old was taking her daughter out. Being the considerate guy I am, I decided to put her mind at ease. "We'll be home by five. Six at the latest." Zoe giggled. "He's kidding. We'll be home by midnight," she said quickly before her mom could explode. I smiled and gave her mom a half-bow. "Actually, it's a short dance since it's a school night. We'll be back by eleven." Mrs. Morganthal looked like she wasn't sure whether to be relieved or banish me for life, so I took Zoe's hand and we made a quick getaway. Considering how classy Zoe looked, I thought about asking Dad for the keys to his Porsche. He'd made a comment yesterday about me owning more of it than he did, which wasn't true cause of the trade-in on his old car, but sounded good. But I decided the truck was mine, for a couple of months anyway. We went into the house so that I could show off Zoe to Mom and Dad. They oohed and aahed appropriately. Traci's face was another study in contrasts. On the one hand, she thought Zoe looked beautiful, on the other, she was annoyed at me because it wasn't Tami, and on the third hand, she was mad at the world cause the middle school wasn't having a Valentine's dance since it was a school night. In front of the house, I opened the truck door for Zoe, then kissed her. I helped her in, copping a quick feel of her butt, then kissed her. I closed the door, went around and got in behind the wheel, and kissed her. "Maybe we should skip the dance and go test out some of those secluded spots we found," I suggested. I was leering suggestively, but in the dark truck, she couldn't see. "If you think I got this dressed up to sit in the dark, you're nuts. I want everyone to see me." I started the pickup. "And they shall." The dance had a good turn-out. I thought being on a Monday night it might be dead. Robbie was there with Mike Rose. I liked Mike, but I had a feeling his days were numbered. Mikee was with a freshman boy I'd seen around but didn't know. Ted something, I think. Allie surprised me. She was there with Jason Kent. Jason wasn't a jock, he was a nerd. Speech team, debate team, honor society, the works. He was a pretty nice guy, though a bit hung up on his IQ. He'd tested out at one thirty-seven. Three points below genius. I'd never bothered telling him that I tested higher. Personally, I don't think kids should know their IQs. It causes problems. When I'd first learned mine, I found myself looking at my teachers and wondering about theirs and why I should listen if I was smarter than they were. I'd gotten over it. Mostly. Tami was there with Ricky. She was wearing a blue dress she'd worn before, but looked incredible anyway. Ricky looked proud enough to burst, as the saying goes. I was glad that Tami had come, though if Ricky touched her, I was going to break all his fingers. Even Kenny was there, and for once with a girl. Suzie Donaldson. I danced the first three songs with Zoe, then one with Allie while Zoe took a breather on the sidelines. The band was a local one, OverAchievers, and I was surprised how good they were. I was also surprised, and maybe a little jealous, when they asked Robbie to come up and sing. She did two songs, I Hope You Dance and the Stevie Wonder classic, I Just Called to Say I Love You. Stevie would have been proud. Zoe and I sat and listened. The band started a slow one, and Zoe and I went out again. It felt nice just to hold her, her head resting on my shoulder and just sway to the music. "Miss Morganthal." I discovered that it wasn't just Parker saying my name that was like fingernails on a chalkboard. "Mr. Parker," she and I acknowledged together. "Do you think it's appropriate to miss school, then come to an after-school event?" "Yep," I answered before Zoe could say anything. "Especially when she has a three point five grade average." I smiled. "Or is it three six?" I added with a sideways look at Zoe. "I didn't want your opinion," Parker said dryly. "Maybe if you ever bothered to care about anybody's opinion, the school would be a better place." I noticed that most of the couples around us had stopped dancing and were watching the show. "Is there a problem here?" Mrs. Jeffries asked before Parker could answer me. "Nothing that couldn't be solved by non-dancers getting off the floor," I told her. "Once again, Sims seems to think that the rules don't apply to him or his friends," Parker said. "When he's right, he's right," I agreed, took Zoe in my arms and started to dance. "Don't you ignore me!" Parker thundered. The band stopped playing and everybody stopped dancing and stared. "The dance is only for students who bothered to attended school today. You don't belong here." I wasn't sure whether he was talking about Zoe, me, or both of us. I stopped dancing, looked at him and Jeffries and grinned. "The man's right, we don't. "Let's go make out." I took Zoe's hand and headed for the main door. If I'd ever wanted eyes in the back of my head, now was the time. I would have loved to have seen Parker's face as we made our exit. I pulled back and looked at Zoe. "You know, you might want to have those tonsils out. They feel inflamed." Zoe cocked her head and looked at me. "You couldn't feel my tonsils." I grinned at her in the darkened truck. "You couldn't?" I leaned forward and kissed her again, my tongue continuing it's explorations. I held her with one arm while my other hand caressed her breast. I hadn't broken her of the bra habit yet and could just barely feel a hard little nipple beneath my palm. "I'm so happy," she said a minute later. "I aim to please," I said and started kissing her neck and shoulder. Have you ever watched somebody and known the second they made a decision? I didn't see Zoe make a decision, I felt it through her body as I was kissing her shoulder. She pulled back a little and looked at me. "You... you can make love to me." I was surprised, but recovered quickly. "Nope." I scooted to her and started kissing her shoulder again. "You don't want to?" I could her every iota of teenaged self-doubt in her voice. "You made love to Tami." "What I did or didn't do with Tami has nothing to do with us. Every relationship is different. We have to find our own path." "You don't want to!" she accused again. I looked up at her and kissed her nose. "It's not that I don't want to, it's that you're not ready." "But I am." I kissed her other shoulder. "I don't think so. Besides, I don't want your first time to be in an old pickup truck." "But I thought..." "Are you in a hurry 'cause you want to, or because you think I do?" "I guess..." I smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. "Not every guy can't wait." Big Tony jerked in my pants to remind me what a liar I was. I kissed her again. "When you're ready..." I left the rest unsaid. Chapter 67 Friday, Tami and I left school about one-thirty to drive to the middle school, so we missed all the excitement. Deputy Boyd showed up about half-an-hour later with the county's drug dog, Boomer. They went straight to a locker in the south hall, where Boomer got real excited. Mr. Parker showed up and said the locker was unoccupied. He opened it up, and they found almost half a pound of marijuana and some real other nasty stuff. Felony amounts of crack and meth. They also found eight hundred dollars and Kenny's wallet. Everybody said that when they were leading Kenny away, his hands cuffed behind his back, he was complaining that all he had was a couple of ounces of grass. Johnny Dempsey, the entrepreneur that Jimmy and Larry had told me about, never mentioned a visit from three pissed off football players who confiscated his entire stock and cash. In fact, he decided that he'd learned all he could and dropped out. Mikee never mentioned borrowing Kenny's wallet and giving it to me. In fact, she never mentioned it again. And Deputy Boyd never did figure out where the unsigned e-mail about the locker came from. You gotta love those anonymous remailers. But Tami and I missed all that as we got on a bus with the gymnastics team and headed for Wenatchee. Nothing exciting ever happens when I'm around. "Ladies!" The girls rushed to line up. "Team all ready to yelled at, boss!" Stephy said a few seconds later with a snappy salute. I glanced at Tami and Miss Calloway beside me, then popped off a salute of my own, British style. I always thought that was classier, click the heels together and salute palm outward. "At ease." Damn if they didn't assume a passable version of parade rest. I smiled. "No yelling. I just wanted to say that you guys were awesome, and I was wrong." "Wrong?" several of them mumbled looking confused. "Wrong! Miss Kelly, how many teams at districts?" Kelly stepped forward and saluted. "Seven boss. Including us." "That would be correct. And Miss Traci how did our team place? Traci stepped forward as Kelly got back into line. Her salute would not have passed muster at West Point, but in the Wenatchee Middle School gym it was okay. "We didn't get a trophy, so we weren't in the top three. Seventh?" I shook my head. "Sixth?" I shook it again. "Fifth?" I nodded. "And Miss Stephy, if there were seven teams and we came in fifth, what does that mean?" "We beat somebody?" She said without stepping forward. "We beat two somebodies," she added more definitely. "So, I was wrong 'cause I said we wouldn't beat any..." I didn't get to finish as the girls broke ranks and rushed forward to hug Tami, Miss Calloway and me. I even got some more kisses. I was lying in bed in the motel room, wondering if I could talk Kelly into visiting. The problem was, Kelly was rooming with Susie. I thought about giving Stephy those spankings I owed her, and damn if Big Tony didn't second the idea by jerking upright. But Stephy was rooming with Maria. I lifted my right hand and looked at it. 'Guess it's just you and me again, ' I thought. At least my imagination had plenty of fodder. Seventy-some-odd girls running around in skimpy leotards, and there were maybe three I wouldn't touch with the proverbial ten-foot-pole. The rest were very touchable. I was thinking of one little blond pixie in particular and rubbing the crotch of my jeans when there was a knock on the door. "What are you doing here?" I almost shouted as I open the door. Zoe grinned. "With a greeting like that, I'm not sure." "It's not that. It's just, I mean, what are you doing here?" "I came to watch my boyfriend's team win." "We didn't win." "From the celebration you guys were having in the gym, nobody would know it." I grinned. It's not often you see that much excitement for fifth place. "But, how did... You were there?" "I was in the bleachers with your mom and dad." "You didn't tell me," I accused. "You didn't come down." "I figured I'd let the team have there moment." "But how did you get here?" I still couldn't believe it. "I came down with your folks." "Remind me to get them something real nice for mother's day and father's day." Zoe pouted and turned her head to the side, widening her eyes and looking about four years old. "But now I have a problem." "And what's your problem?" "Well, my mom thinks I'm spending the night with Traci. But Traci's sharing a room with Rachel." "Yes." "And your folks think I'm sharing with Tami, but she's in with Miss Calloway." "Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive." "I have no place to stay," she said, sticking her lip further out to make her pout bigger. "That IS a problem. I was talking to the desk clerk when we checked in, and the motel is booked solid. I think he said there's a flea-bag motel about a mile down the road." Zoe nodded resignedly, "That's too bad, cause I'm ready and that..." she pointed at my bed behind me, "doesn't look like the front seat of a pickup." I have few real talents, but one is the ability to take a hint. Well, most of the time. I pulled her inside and closed the door. I scooped her up, carried her to the bed, and fell across it, Zoe in my arms. I kissed her several times, then kissed her throat, then the spot just below where her Adam's apple would be if she were a boy. Damn I was glad she wasn't a boy. I unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. "Your mom thinks I'm too old for you." "I know," she said as I kissed the newly revealed skin. "She thinks I'm more sophisticated and experienced." I unbuttoned the next button. "I know." I kissed the spot just above the beginning of her breasts. "She thinks I'm a guy and guys only want one thing." I unbuttoned another button. "I know." Damn, another bra. Did her parents own stock in Playtex or Victoria's Secret or something? I kissed the clasp that held the two cups together. "Your mother's right." I unfastened the clasp. "God, I hope so." I kissed the base of her cleavage, then gently lifted one cup away from her breast and started kissing up the slope as I unbuttoned the last three buttons. "You should listen to your mother," I said just before my mouth enveloped her nipple. "I will, I will," she promised as I teased at her areola with my lips and her nipple with my tongue. I kissed her nipple. "Boys are evil. All we want is to get your clothes off." I separated her shirt and pulled the bra cup off her other breast. "Mama was right," she agreed as I leaned down to plant kisses all over her other breast. I put my hand on her thigh just below her crotch. "Mama is always right," she said as she reached down with both hands and pulled my hand onto her crotch. I gave her a quick squeeze, and I think she had her first orgasm. But it sure wasn't going to be her last. "Mama never told me about that," she said a minute later as I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. "And what would you have done if she had?" There were a pair of big pink lips on the crotch of her panties. I took that as an invitation. I crawled between her legs and kissed them. "Not wasted all that time running away from boys in kindergarten." I peeled down her panties and kissed the real lips underneath. I looked up her body at her, "We don't have to do this." "Oh, yes, we do," she said and pulled my face back into her crotch. I pulled her legs wider apart, then separated her pussy lips with my thumbs and resumed my kissing. Her back arched, and she shuddered with another orgasm. I'd say this girl was more than ready. I lay beside her and waited for her to return to this reality. "Are you going to fuck me?" she asked several minutes later. "Is that what you want?" "Is it going to be like that?" "Better, I hope." Considering I hadn't even gotten in her pussy yet. "Nothing could be better than that." I kissed her gently. "Let's find out. I undressed, then got between her legs. I gave Zo the spiel about pain and discomfort and explained about her hymen, since I didn't know if the girl's health classes got into the mechanics of devirginization. I made a point of her watching as I rolled a rubber onto Big Tony. I'm glad she didn't ask why I had a box with me, since I hadn't planned to see her that weekend. In truth, I hadn't been with anybody since I started going with Zo, but in the back of my mind, I'd thought that Kelly might need some more comforting. It was entirely altruistic. I could tell that I scared her a little, but she still wanted to go on with it. I leaned forward, letting Big Tony rub against her pussy. The little minx was wet, I'll say that for her. I leaned on one elbow as I positioned my head against those sensitive lips of hers. She shuddered. I pushed forward, separating the outer lips and she moaned. I kissed her gently and tried to slide into her just barely, but without warning, she grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard. I felt the slight resistance as my cock tore through the thin membrane of her maidenhead. I imagined I could feel the warm blood envelope my cock. But between her natural lubrication and the warmth of her love tunnel, I knew it was just imagination. Beneath me, Zoe whimpered. I rolled to my back, bringing her with me, my cock still impaling her. "Shhhhushhhh. Just relax," I cooed into her ear. "It hurts. I don't want to be a baby." "There's nothing baby about it. There are ten year-olds who don't feel a thing." I tried to remember how old Kelly had been that first time. "But there's twenty-somethings who cry and scream. Just remember that everybody is different. Give your body a chance to get used to the invader inside it." Big Tony jerked, and Zoe moaned. I just held her and wondered if she'd really been ready for this. While I was holding her, there was a knock on my door, and she and I both froze. I heard a lot of young voices outside and figured the entire team must be out there. I glanced at the clock. Just a few minutes after nine. "He must have gone for a walk," I heard Tami say. "Knowing my brother," Traci said, "he figured out what room those high school gymnasts were in." The rest all laughed. One of the teams had brought their high school counter-parts to do a group demonstration while we were waiting for the final results. "That's okay." Stephy's voice, I was pretty sure. "We'll get ice cream without him." The voices moved down the hall. I looked up at Zoe. "Damn. Because of you, I missed ice cream." It was such a stupid thing to say, Zoe started laughing, and didn't seem able to stop. And as she laughed, she rubbed against my cock deep inside. I could tell she was still having some discomfort, but some of the good stuff was starting to come through too. "What do you think, girl, shall we take a vow of chastity? Never do this again?" "I..." She moved experimentally. "Don't..." She lifted about two inches off my pelvis, then pushed back again. "Think..." She tried again, this time three inches. "So." I could tell she was still feeling some pain, but she was also feeling a cock rub against all those sensitive nerve endings. I stayed still and let Zoe experiment with the new sensations. As I lay there, I thought about first times. There'd been a lot of them. Tami. Robbie. Mikee. Kelly. Now, Zoe. They'd all been different. All special. Five girls in three years. No, Tami had been in July of o-two. Just a bit over two-and-a-half years. I wondered if I was becoming a first-time fetishist. I wondered if the Guinness People kept track of things like this. Maybe I could paint little cherries over my headboard. Zoe was starting to moan again, but this time I didn't think it was pain. If the team girls had showed up now, they'd really have had something to talk about. Zoe collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I gently stroked her back, Big Tony still at attention and buried inside her. "How do you feel?" I whispered. "It still hurts a little," she admitted. But the good feeling is... I can't describe it." "Sounds like we're doing something right." "Am I? Am I okay?" "You're fantastic," I assured her. Big Tony, still at attention and waiting his turn, might not agree, but despite what most girls think, guys don't always think with that head. No, really. Chapter 68 Grounded. Sent to my room like a two-year-old. I couldn't believe it as I paced back and forth. For the record: the bedrooms in mobile homes are not designed for pacing. Not when you have furniture in them anyway. It had been a good week until this morning. Last Saturday, we'd had girls in every event. Miranda had surprised herself by making the finals on beam, then surprised herself again by finishing forth. Stephy took second on floor and Kelly fourth on bars. But the big news was that Traci made the finals on vault. She finished twelfth, but she made the finals. That may not sound impressive, but when you consider where we started... One of the best things about the week was, I had nothing to do. I mean, other than school. Gymnastics was over and baseball didn't start till the twenty-eighth. I could come home and do nothing. Not that I came home, cause I was mobile. After school, Zoe and I would jump in the truck and explore our little corner of the world in a way we never could before. It was like... freedom. Then Wednesday, Dad got his job back. Actually, he got a new job. His old boss, Bill Miller, hadn't been able to replace him, so the state personnel department gave him the authority to hire an outside consultant. Bill hired Dad. They set it up so that he would tele-commute, working from home most of the time, with his computer tied into the state's network. A couple of times a month, he'd have to go to Olympia, but the state would pay for his hotel, his meals, and everything. He wasn't getting the benefits he had as an employee, but Dad figured with the extra pay, after paying his own insurance and pension, he was still making twenty per cent more than he had before. And the best part was, he had a five-year contract, which got Traci almost through graduation. Dad decided he'd get a small office in town. When he was looking for work, he'd found several small companies that could have used a strategic planner, but couldn't afford a full time one. Now that Dad was going to be a consultant, he figured he could do deals with them too. Besides, the office would be tax-deductible. Thursday, the world got even brighter for my main man. The Unemployment Department had their hearing and decided that Dad qualified for benefits, since his job left him. They told him he'd be getting a check for all those months within ten days. Then Friday, I got to see Mom in action. We'd had the insurance on the mortgage and the Porsche that was supposed to make the payments if Dad lost his job. But when the Employment Department denied him, the insurance companies did too. I got to watch Mom on the phone as she explained that the Employment Department had reversed themselves and that if didn't have a check in her hands within five days, she'd be filing complaints with the state insurance commission. And if the checks weren't there in ten days, we'd see them in court where they could pay costs and additional for the inconvenience. If lawyer wasn't a dirty word in our family, Mom would have made a good one. All-in-all, a great week. Until I got up this morning about ten, stuck my head in the living room, and was told to go back to my room. I was grounded. There was a knock. "Come in." Zoe opened the door. "Your mom said I could have two minutes." "That's something," I muttered. She closed the door behind her, and I pulled her close and kissed her. "Mmmmm that was nice," she said. "What did you do?" "Not a clue," I said, shaking my head. "No, really." I shrugged. "I don't know why I've been banished." Zoe looked over her shoulder at the closed door, nervously. "You don't think it's about us?" I smiled, hopefully, reassuringly. "I doubt it. You wouldn't be in here if it was." "Time's up!" Mom called from somewhere out front. I kissed her one more time. "Any idea when you'll be out?" she asked, putting her hand on the doorknob. "Since I don't even know why I'm in..." I shrugged. Zoe smiled encouragingly and left. I paced. Traci knocked and stuck her head in about one. "Mom wants you outside," she said quickly and left. I figured it was the leper syndrome. She didn't want to catch guilt by association. I took a deep breath. Maybe I'd at least find out what I was in trouble for. I opened the front door and looked outside. Mom and Dad were standing in front of the Porsche in the driveway. They didn't look happy. Mom looked up when she heard the door. "Do you think this is appropriate?" she asked. Actually she barked. Definitely an open-ended loaded question. "Uh..." "What if your dad wanted to leave?" They're getting a divorce and it's all my fault? "I..." "You're going to have to do something about it." Why is it, parents either give you too much information or not enough? "I will?" Dad laughed. Mom shot him a dirty look, then started laughing too. I watched them, wondering if the stress of Dad's unemployment had knocked them both off the deep end. "Your car is blocking your dad in," Mom managed to choke out as she laughed. My car? I parked the pickup behind Mom's van in front of the trailer. I looked at the end of the driveway. Behind Dad's Porsche was a dark blue Mustang convertible. The top was down, and it was filled with girls. Kelly, and Zoe were in the front passenger seat. Mikee, Traci and Tami in the back. "Where did that come from?" I asked, open-mouthed. "Detroit, I think," Dad stammered, still laughing. "Your face!" He bent over double laughing. I knew I'd been had. "It was your sister's idea," Mom said, still laughing. "She said something about Monopoly night and payback." I jumped off the porch. "I sure hope she has a quarter," I said walking to the car. I put my hand on the passenger side hood and walked around the front. It was perfect. Just the way I'd imagined for the last five years. "Why?" Traci asked, suspiciously. "'Cause we're going for a test drive, and I'm dropping you off in the next county." "If you drop her off, you're dropping me off too," Tami said in my sister's defense. "Me too," Mikee chimed in. "Me three," Kelly added. "Better and better," I said, leering at Zoe. "My mom wouldn't want me to be alone with a guy who owned a hot car like this. I'll have to get out too." "Damn! Well I guess I'm bring the runt home after all." I looked back at Mom, who'd finally managed to stop laughing. Dad was holding his side and gasping for breath. "But how? Dad just got his job back three days ago." Mom grinned. "I was talking to my mom and dad the day after you sprung your little bombshell on us. Dad called the dealership that afternoon and ordered it." "Cool." I wondered if this meant that Dad still owed me eight grand? I decided that asking would be pushing my luck. "I take it I'm ungrounded?" "Go." I jumped in and started the car. Damn, that was the most beautiful sound in the world. We drove around for almost five hours. The sun was out, and I think it was really trying to be spring, so a lot of people were out as I drove up and down almost every street in town. I have to admit, I enjoyed the jealous looks I got, whether it was from the car, the five beautiful girls, or both. I decided I was even going to skip getting even with Traci. I mean, what I did on Monopoly night was funny. What she did was just plain mean. But I was feelin' way too good to worry about it. Life was good. Chapter 69 "What is this supposed to be?" Mr. Kincaid asked, interrupting my daydreams about baseball practice that afternoon. It hadn't rained in almost a week, so the field should be perfect. "My project." Sometimes teachers could be so dense. "Your project," he said stiffly, "was an abstract art piece on an emotion. This is... is... is almost representational." My drawing was a guy standing on a hill. He was surrounded by a heart, and the heart was surrounded by a sunburst as the guy stared at a girl on another slightly higher hill. It was supposed to represent my undying love for the girl on the other hill. For once, it didn't take a lot of imagination to see a boy and a girl in the picture. I don't like to draw or paint, and I ain't good at it. And I really don't want to be. "That's not a bad thing. Art should be representational." "No, no, no. This is art," he said pointing to a copy of a Jackson Pollock on the wall. "It's bold, it's evocative, it makes you think." "That is a guy cleaning his paint brushes on a canvas and laughing all the way to the bank. Pollock, Jasper Johns, Roy Lichtenstein, Picasso, they're all playing this huge joke on the world and laughing 'cause we don't get it." "I'm afraid you don't get it. You're getting an F on your project and an F in my course." An F. I'd never had an F. Hell, I'd never had a C. "No wait." I grabbed a fresh sheet of paper. Tami was working on a painting next to me. I grabbed the brush out of her hand and smeared some paint on the paper before handing it back. It was a dark purple. Then I took a jar or red paint and tipped a little onto the paper letting it run down and through the purple smear. I showed it to Mr. Kincaid. "I call it Portrait of a Failed Artist Who Pretends to Teach and Criticize." Mr. Kincaid's face went through almost the entire spectrum. First white, then pink, red, and purple. He opened his mouth to speak several times, then shut it again, before stomping out of the classroom. I looked at Tami. "Do you think I should sign it Tony, or Sims, or do I need a pen name?" "I think you went too far this time," she said as she put her brush down. "I think you need to learn to read a calendar," Robbie said from across the room. "A calendar?" She pointed at the one behind the teacher's desk. "It's still February. March doesn't start 'till tomorrow." "Mr. Sims, I am extremely tired of your attitude. Of your disrespect for this school and it's teachers." My stomach growled. Parker had kept me sitting outside his office for over an hour. It was lunch time, and I was hungry, though I figured it wasn't the best time to mention it. "Don't forget you. I have no respect for you." Parker went crimson. "You see what I have to put up with," he said, looking at my mom. Parker had gotten smart. He called Mom before he talked to me. She and I were sitting on one side of the large conference table. Parker and Kincaid on the other. Mr. Mulino and Mrs. Jeffries sat on the side, though they said they were just observing. "Tony!" Mom said warning. "Just trying to be helpful," I said with a shrug. "Mr. Parker knows I have no respect for him, though I have to show him respect due to his office." "Stop helping," Mom instructed. I shrugged again. "What seems to be the problem this time?" "Just Mr. Parker's continued persecution of me," I answered before he could. "This is not a persecution, it's a prosecution. Persecution is something completely different." He said with an air of superiority. "Please don't lecture me on my word choice. I know the difference between persecution and prosecution. In fact I'd be happy to match my vocabulary against yours anytime." "Tony, Mr. Parker is not persecuting you," Mrs. Jeffries said. "I wonder how the state board of education would see it. I'm one of the top students of this school..." "According to who?" Parker asked. "Well, at the end of the first semester, I was number four in my class academically. That probably puts me in the top ten for the school. I'm involved with two extra curricular sports and all the performing shows. I recently participated in the state-wide play competition and just spent two months helping the middle school gymnastics team. By most people's standards, that would make me one of the top students. What's your criteria?" "That's not important. Nobody's persecuting you." "How many times have you suspended me? Or attempted to?" "Are you saying you didn't deserve it?" "No, I'm just wondering how even-handed punishment is in this school. I know one student who's been caught smoking three times and hasn't been suspended. Of course, he's a favorite of yours." "That's a lie!" Parker thundered. Mom sighed. "I still don't know why we're here." "Your son said some distasteful things about me," Kincaid accused. "I did?" I asked in my best surprised innocent voice. "Don't try to deny it. You know what you said. I have witnesses." I looked at Mom and shrugged. "What did he say?" she asked. "Wait, I have an idea," I interrupted. I reached into my notebook and pulled out my masterpiece. "Mr. Kincaid assigned us to do an abstract. He didn't like my first one, so I did this." I showed them all the painting. "I told him I was calling it Portrait of a Failed Artist Who Pretends to Teach and Criticize." "There!" Kincaid said, sounding satisfied. "You see." "What does the painting have... wait! Do you see yourself in that?" I looked at the painting closely. "I don't see it." I laid down the painting. "You did it deliberately," Kincaid accused. "Yes I did. I deliberately smeared some purple paint there. I deliberately dripped some red paint there, then I gave it a title and called it art. If there's a crime, it's calling that art." I looked up at Parker. "You going to suspend me or what?" "I..." Parker looked sick. "Personally, I don't think you can make it stick." "I..." "That's enough," Mulino said standing. "Mr. Kincaid, you can go back to class now. Charley, I think you have things to do too." Parker and Kincaid gathered their things and left. Mrs. Jeffries hesitated, then followed them. Mr. Mulino took Parker's seat across from me. "Tony, I'm disappointed." I considered and rejected an innocent look. "I'm sorry to hear that." "You baited Mr. Kincaid. On purpose." "I did. He has such a superior attitude, and it was so easy. Mr. Parker was a bonus." "It's still not like you." I decided that Mr. Mulino didn't know me as well as he thought he did. "Besides, I figured that next week I had to sue the school district anyway. I figured I could get an early start." "Sue the school district?" Mom and Mr. Mulino said together. I smiled and nodded. Mom got the question out first. "Why would you want to sue the district?" "Today is the start of baseball try-outs. I'm a sophomore, but I'll probably make the team." Both of them nodded. "That means that starting next week, my teachers will make a weekly grade report for my eligibility. Mr. Kincaid's report will keep me off the team." "You don't have at least a C in Art?" Mr. Mulino asked, surprised. "I have somewhere between a D and a F. Mr. Kincaid said today it was an F." "Then you can't play." "I want to play, so I have to sue." "The eligibility guideline is district policy. A lawsuit won't change it." "That's not why I'll sue." "Why?" "They made art a required subject." Mr. Mulino leaned back in his chair, looking surprised. "I hate to break it to you, Tony, but the district has the right to do that. Just cause you don't like a subject..." "But they made it a required subject without making any guidelines." "Mr. Kincaid makes the guidelines." "That's the problem. He's biased." Mr. Mulino looked surprised again. "Are you saying he doesn't like you?" I smiled. "Before today, I think he liked me just fine. The problem is, he likes abstract art." "You want to sue because your teacher likes abstract art?" "Pretty much. Mr. Kincaid is a nice guy. And a pretty good teacher. But we've spent four days talking about the old masters and renaissance art. Three days on the impressionists. And four weeks on Picasso." That caused one of Mr. Mulino's eyebrows to go up. "Here's one of my tests," I said, pulling a paper out of my notebook and handing it across to Mr. Mulino. "You'll see I got seventeen per cent. That's an F. Question one, name the greatest artist? I said Van Gogh and got it wrong. The answer he wanted was Picasso. Question two, name the greatest painting? I said Rembrandt's Last Supper and got it wrong. He wanted Picasso's Blue Boy. Now those are both opinions. His. I'll grant you that he'd told us those answers several times, and I knew what he wanted on the test. But couldn't bring myself to write that. "About half of our grade comes from our art projects. I'm a lousy artist, I admit that. But he's not grading us on technique, he's grading on artistic content. I'm sorry, but you can't grade art. Look at Warhol's Soup Can. Mr. Kincaid sees a great work of pop art. I see a Campbell's commercial." Mr. Mulino looked at Mom. "This is the first I've heard of it, but I think he's got a point," she said. "I suppose you'll let him sue?" Mom shrugged, "If we don't he'll probably name us as co-conspirators." "If I graduate him today, will you send him off to college far, far away?" I smiled and shook my head. Mr. Mulino rested his elbow on the table and rubbed his temple. "Tony, go ahead and try out for baseball. I'll look into it. No promises, but I'll look into it. Go to class," he said waving his other hand in dismissal. "Do you mind if I make a Wendy's run first? I kinda missed lunch." Mr. Mulino put his other elbow on the table and lowered his face until his hands covered his mouth and just kind of stared at me over the tops of his glasses. I took that as a yes. Chapter 70 "Where have you been?" I finished dialing my combination, opened my locker, then looked up at Robbie. "You're talking to me today?" Robbie blushed. "I figure we're on the same team. Short and second are neighbors. We're going to set a state record for double plays this year, so I have to talk to you." I nodded and put my backpack in my locker. Robbie waited almost a minute while I got out my books for first period. "So where have you been? I mean, you were around for spring break, and a couple of days after, then you disappeared. It's been two weeks. You missed six games." I nodded. "I heard you took over for me at shortstop." "Where'd you hear about that?" "I talked to the coach last night. He said I should watch my back 'cause you were pretty good." Robbie smiled and turned red. "I prefer second. Glad to have you back, but you still didn't tell me where you've been." "You're right, I haven't." "Zoe was gone too. You two been shackin' up?" "Something like that," I said as the bell rang. "Did you hear about Kenny?" Mikee asked, walking up to us. Robbie, Tami, and I were standing in line waiting for lunch. Mental note: talk to student council about petitioning for an open campus at lunchtime. "What?" the three of us said together. "The D.A. offered him a deal. He could go to the boy's school at Green Hill 'till he's nineteen or go to trial and the D.A. was going to prosecute him as an adult because of the amount of stuff they found. He took Green Hill." "I guess Kenny's not as stupid as I thought," I said. "They took him last night." "How are you parents handling it?" "Pretty good. I think they kind of expected something like this." "How's Kelly doing? I haven't seen her in weeks." "She's back to her old self. She says she misses the middle school gymnastics, but the club keeps her busy. I still don't know what happened." "Probably just a phase. You know how girls are." Robbie and Tami both smacked the top of my head. I was just taking the first bite of my hamburger when a shadow fell over my lunch tray. "Mr. Sims." "Mr. Parker," I acknowledged without looking up. "It's nice that you finally decided to join us." I swallowed and looked up. "Well, the school has such a friendly atmosphere, how could I stay away. I mean the vice principal himself comes to welcome me back." "Do you know what Friday is?" I nodded. "I believe I do. It's the ninth of April. Be sure to stop by any time you need information." I took another bite of my burger. "It is also the end of the third nine week grading period," Parker said with way too much satisfaction. "It's also our game against Apple Valley," Robbie added helpfully. Parker's glare made it clear he didn't appreciate the help. "A nine weeks you will be repeating in summer school." The idea surprised me. Not just that I didn't want to give up my summer, but that Parker would want to have to put up with me during his. "That wouldn't be convenient. I think I'll pass." Parker grinned. It was not conducive to my digestion. "You missed ten days. School policy is that you can only miss eight per nine weeks." "Just out of curiosity, whose policy is that? Yours or the district'?" The look of annoyance that flicked across his face answered that question nicely. "Also out of curiosity, what's the purpose of my going to summer school?" "To make up the work you missed." "Well, grades come out after Friday, and I'd be very surprised if, with the exception of art, I have anything lower than a B. And since the guidelines for art changed, I should have a solid C there. I'm not sure I see the point." "The point, Mr. Sims, is that the rules are for everybody." "There is that, I suppose," I agreed. "Tell you what: I'll pass this all on to Mom. She can decide whether to give it to our attorney or just call Mr. Mulino directly." Parker glared, turned and walked off, not quite stomping. "You just love to push his buttons, don't you?" Robbie accused. I grinned and finished eating my hamburger. A week later I was sitting in history class. Normally that would be a good thing. I like history, but today Mr. Calloway had a dentist appointment, so Parker was subbing, which pretty much meant that he was talking about things he didn't understand and didn't want questions or comments. We were supposed to just soak up his wisdom. Dad's cell phone in my shirt pocket started vibrating. It tickled. Cell phones were strictly forbidden in school, so I pulled it out and looked at the screen, recognizing the number. I cupped it in my hand and held it up to my ear. "Tony," I said quietly. "It's time," the voice in the phone told me. "Mr. Sims!" Parker had stopped lecturing and was standing in front of my desk. "I believe you're familiar with the rule against cell phones in school." I nodded as I clicked off the phone. "I'll take that." "I don't think so," I said, slipping the phone back into my pocket. "It's my dad's. He doesn't like me giving away his stuff." I closed my notebook and text. "What are you doing?" "Leaving," I said as I stood up. "You can't just leave." I smiled tightly. "We have differing opinions on so many things." I stood up. "You can't leave." "Watch me." "I'll suspend you." "Do what you got to do. Right now, I've got a better place to be. That's a Harry Chapin song by the way." I left Parker with his mouth hanging open. I called mom from the highway. "I'm going." "Be careful." "Parker was subbing in history class. He wasn't happy about me leaving." "Did you explain." I smiled to myself. "Honestly, the thought never occurred to me." I could hear her sigh. "I'll see what I can do." I hate hospitals. Calling it a medical center doesn't help. "There you are." I looked up at Tami standing there. She was wearing one of the school sweatshirts, the hood pulled over her head to protect her from the rain. "What are you doing here?" She smiled. "I had to be someplace. Here seemed like a good choice. I nodded. It made sense. "These work better with two people," she said, nodding toward the teeter totter. I stood up so that the other end came down. Tami climbed on, then pushed off. I went down again, pushed off, and went up in the air. For awhile we teeter-tottered, up and down, up and down, while the hard, cold April rain soaked us. "I made love to her. Two months ago today for the first time." "I know." Tami stopped off and slid off. She walked to the swings. I got off and followed. "You know?" "At districts. She was different Saturday." I nodded and got behind Tami and started pushing. "How'd you get here?" "Greyhound. I left the driving to them." "No, here?" "I went to the hospital..." "Medical center," I corrected. "They like to call it a medical center." "I went to the medical center, you weren't there, I came here." Made perfect sense to me. In a city of half-a-million people, Tami came straight to my little playground a dozen blocks from the medical center. "It's nice." I nodded, feeling possessive. "You should see it when the sun is shining. Lots of kids." Thursday and Friday had been beautiful days, and the playground was packed with kids, screaming and running and just having fun. Yesterday the rain had started. "Are you okay?" Tami asked as I pushed her higher and higher. "Not really." "Were you... ?" "I was there." Zoe had a rare form of leukemia. Between her red cells and white, something didn't work. That was why she got sick so easy. Just after spring vacation she'd gotten sick again. This time I came with her when her parents brought her to the medical center at University of Washington. She hadn't wanted me to. She didn't want me to know just how sick she was. But I knew, so I insisted. I'd stayed for two weeks, then had to go back to school when it looked like she was getting better. Then, a week later, her mom called to let me know that 'it's time.' She'd slipped into a coma by the time I got here Wednesday afternoon. I'd sat with her and prayed. I'd never really prayed before, but I prayed for Zoe. When I couldn't take just watching her lie there, I walked. That was how I found my playground. I watched and prayed. I walked and prayed. Friday she'd come out of it. She seemed the same old Zoe. Her mom hugged her. Her dad hugged her. I hugged her, and we all talked for hours and hours. Yesterday morning, I'd been holding her hand, listening to her talk, and she slipped back into her coma. Then this morning I'd watched as the Marcus Welby and Doctor Kildare types unplugged their tubes and wires and said their 'I'm sorries'. I'd always remember that last conversation. "It hasn't been so bad, has it?" she asked, her face pale and breathing raspy. "Bad? Of course it hasn't been bad." "Can we go on forever?" "Forever," I agreed. "You're a terrible liar. I think that's why I love you." "I'll get better. When we're married and I want to sneak out with my buddies for some poker, I'll have to." Zoe smiled. "Will you go back to her?" "Who?" Zoe smiled again. For a second, she seemed to have some of her color back. "Will you marry her?" "I..." "Please." She smiled a third time, then she squeezed my hand and closed her eyes. I stopped pushing Tami and went over and sat on the merry-go-round. It was wet, but I didn't care. Tami followed me. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No." "Okay." Tami sat down beside me and started pushing us slowly in a circle. "It was Mikee who told me. Back in January. Zoe had told Mikee her big secret, and she thought I should know." "Because Zoe loved you." I swallowed hard. "I don't know if it was really love, or just a crush. Zoe talked about all her boyfriends back in New York, but she confided in Mikee that she'd never really had one." "She had one," Tami said and laid her head on my shoulder." "It wasn't fair. She deserved better. I didn't really love her, I just pretended." "Tony, I know you better than that. You may have started out pretending, but in the end you loved her. You love her. You already said it. Two months ago today, you made love to her. You didn't fuck her, you didn't have sex with her, you made love to her." Tami put her foot down and stopped us. She stood up and held out her hand. "Come on, lets go home."" I took her hand and stood. "You know, she asked me if I'd go back to you." "Did it bother her?" "No, she wanted me to." "She was a very special girl. It's not fair that she had such a short time." We started to leave. Suddenly Tami stopped and turned to me. "Tony, will you marry me?" I smiled for the first time since Zoe's hand had slipped out of mine. "First chance I get." I put my arm around her and we walked off into the rain. I thought about two more years of school. Two more years of the trailer park. "The very first chance I get."

The Faker byShyShowoff© The Faker Ch. 01 Kathy Simpson was always shy about her body and her beauty. She was 19, 5'5" with a slim build, light brown hair and beautiful small, perky breasts. She always took great care of herself but dressed to hide her body, usually looking downright frumpy. The boys in high school almost never paid any attention to her, which was just the way she liked it. She had wanted to concentrate on her studies, and boys were just a distraction. Now in her first year at college, Kathy had a steady boyfriend she loved but could never seem to break out of her shell... until things started to change one day after a trip to buy a new bathing suit. She was trying on a fairly low cut, blue one piece suit with a red racing stripe from top to bottom. Even though it was fairly modest she know it would accentuate her athletic build and couldn't wait to show her boyfriend next time they went swimming. He adored her small perky boobs and she wanted a tight suit to show off... just for him. The changing rooms in the store were simple but adequate. A row of three little cubicles at the back of the store, each with a mirror, bench and a single curtain for a door that faced out into the store. Kathy liked this store because the curtain was full length, from above her head to just a few inches off the floor, unlike some of the newer stores where you could almost look over the curtain while changing and it barely came down to your knees! Undressing to try on clothes always made her blush a little. Knowing she was almost naked with strangers so close always gave her butterflies. As per store regulations she left her panties on but took off everything else to try on the suit. There were no returns on bathing suits and she wanted to make sure it fit right so she had worn the smallest, tightest pair of panties she owned. They were light pink and basically see through all over except where a double layer of material covered her privates. The outline of her shaved pussy was clearly visible, as was the landing strip she had recently trimmed into almost non existance. Thinking how she had never even let her boyfriend see her in these made her blush a little deeper red. She'd always rather just get naked with him than 'put on a show' as he put it. Just as Kathy was realizing the suit was too big for her small chest, the salesgirl that was helping her spoke through the curtain. "How does it fit?" "It's a little big in the chest but otherwise great. Would the next size smaller be OK or will it be to small for the rest of me?" Kathy asked. "It'll be perfect. That material will stretch quite a bit and give you a really sexy fit. Stay there and take that one off, I'll go grab the other one for you." she replied and went off to find a smaller size for her. Kathy did as she was told and took off the old suit. Standing in just her panties, she waited for the girl to return with the smaller size. When the upbeat nineteen year old salesgirl returned with the suit, she just pulled the curtain on the change room open about a foot and stood there looking right at the almost naked Kathy! She had both her hands outstretched into the room, one with the new suit and one wanting the old suit, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do! Mortified, Kathy just stood there, hands at her side, unable to move or cover herself. Mind racing, she barely heard the salesgirl ask "Do you need anything else?" since she was too busy coming to the realization that she was actually excited by this turn of events. "Why am I letting her look at me?" she thought. Just then she looked over the girls shoulder and saw two boys who appeared to be just a little older than her shopping with their girlfriends. One nudged the other and motioned in her direction and she just stood there and locked eyes with him, hands still at her sides. Kathy new the boys could see nothing more than her head and maybe a little bit of her bare shoulders since the salesgirl was standing directly in front of the curtain blocking their view... but she also knew she was somehow a little disappointed they couldn't see more! What the hell? She had NEVER wanted to show off her body before. "No, uh, thanks... That's all I, uh, need." she finally stammered, so the girl closed the curtain and walked away. After a few seconds, Kathy recovered enough to try on the new suit, which fit perfectly. The salesgirl was definitely right. The suit stretched out to fit her and it looked amazing. Now a little tighter to fit her chest, the bottom stretched out like a second skin and left little to the imagination. While taking the suit off and wondering if she had the guts to wear something so tight in public, Kathy started to think again about how she felt when she locked eyes with that guy while basically standing naked. She wasn't sure she understood exactly, but she knew she wanted to find out if it had actually turned her on to be looked at or if she was just startled by what happened. Then she had the idea that would change her forever. Peeking through the crack in the curtain she saw the boys a few feet from the change rooms leaning on a table. They looked bored and were obviously waiting for their girlfriends to try something on. Stripping down to just her panties again, she held one arm over her small boobs making sure they were completely covered, holding the bathing suit in the other hand and letting it hang in front of her pussy. She took a deep breath and before she could chicken out she loudly slid open her curtain door all the way and casually walked out of the change room as if it were a normal thing to do. Once outside her changing cubicle, she walked right up to the boys and said "Sorry, but I want to change this for a red one." Neither boy said anything and neither moved, they just continued to stare at her panties and arm covered boobs. Trying to sound normal and a little annoyed she said "You're kind of in my way..." Realizing almost simultaneously that she meant that she wanted something on the table they were leaning and wanted them to move they both jumped up and moved to the side without a word. Kathy used her free hand to set the blue suit down and grab a red one in her size. Then, as calmly as she could force herself to, she walked the few steps back to her changing room feeling the boys eyes on her the whole way. After pulling the curtain closed it was all she could do to keep standing. "Definitely turned on." She thought to herself as she felt a small wet spot slowly spreading on her panties. "Was that girl naked?" was all she heard of the conversation as the boys girlfriends joined them and they walked out of earshot. * * * A few days later, she told her boyfriend Mark about the experience. She was unsure how he'd react but they both got so turned on talking about it they had the best sex they'd ever had. That was when the idea started to take shape. Lying in bed, both still naked, Mark explained his idea to her. "What do you mean 'pretend' to be hypnotized?" she said. "Just that... I'll tell people you went to get hypnotized to lose your fear of something or other and I slipped the guy a hundred bucks to add a few suggestions you would have to follow." he explained again. "I'll say he programmed you do anything I say and believe anything I say without hesitation. That way you get to experience all the things you want to do, without anyone knowing you actually WANT to do them... they'll think you won't even remember! It's perfect!" "But what if you tell me to do something I actually DON'T want to do? How do I refuse without letting on to anyone watching that I'm not really hypnotized?" "You'll just have to trust me and play along." Mark said with a wink, his mind racing with ideas of what they could do. For the next hour, Mark and Kathy worked on the details of the plan. Mark was completely serious, Kathy thought they were just joking around... * * * Oh my GOD Mark I can't believe I'm even considering doing this! How did I let you talk me into this?" Kathy said. Sitting on her bed naked, contemplating what she was about to do was almost to much for her. "Talk you into it? It's all you've been talking about for the last two weeks!" Mark replied "It's your call Kathy, it's your fantasy (not that I mind helping!) but you can still change your mind any time before we start... but remember once we start you have to do EVERYTHING I say or everyone will know you're just faking it." "OK. No. I've made up my mind. I WANT to do this. I NEED to do this. I'm GOING to do this!" And with that, she stood up and started to get dressed. As instructed by Mark, she put on the same sheer panties she had worn to the swimsuit store along with the matching bra. The bra was a half cup that barely covered her nipples and was made of the same almost sheer material as the panties. She completed the outfit with a pair of denim shorts and a tight black tank top. Stepping out of her bedroom, she paused for a second, looking at herself in the full length mirror in the hallway and thought "Will I really go through with this..." She answered her question by going downstairs, sitting on the couch, and nervously waiting for the doorbell to ring... The Faker Ch. 02 "Stop fidgeting," Mark said "you have to look natural!" "Sorry..." was the only thing Kathy could think to say. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and the palms of her hands were starting to sweat. She kept rubbing them on her jean shorts then rubbing them together... causing them to sweat even more. "Tonight... don't go too far OK? I'm really nervous and if you push too far I might not be able to keep composed alright?" she said, her voice wavering slightly and her mouth too dry for comfort. "OK, don't worry - we'll play it by ear and see if you're having fun but remember to keep playing along no matter what I..." and mark was interrupted by the doorbell. For a second, neither one of them moved or said a word, they just stared at the front door. "Go answer it!" Kathy finally blurted out. The suspense was killing her. She didn't know who her boyfriend had invited over tonight and it took everything she had to stay seated on the couch and not run back upstairs. When Mark opened the door and let two guys and a girl in, she breathed a small sigh of relief to herself because she didn't know any of them. "Hey Kathy, here are the friends I told you about earlier" Mark lied as he led the strangers into her house. "This is John, Kenny and Mary. They all work with me down at the bar on weekends. John's a bouncer and Kenny and Mary tend bar. Thanks for letting us all come over to watch the game." "Hi, nice to meet you all" Kathy said. Simultaneously wondering what game he was talking about and wanting to scream out loud and run out of the room. Somehow she kept her composure and acted normal. "Can I get everyone a beer?" "Sure" was the unanimous response so Kathy stood up and headed off to the kitchen, leaving Mark alone with the guests as planned. From the kitchen, she carefully listened as she got the beers and opened them. "Dude, I thought she was gonna be naked?" "Hold your horses... it's more fun this way! Just remember, no touching, no pictures and you CAN'T let on that anything is going on or she might realize what's happening and that'll break the spell. That means no commenting on her body, no weird suggestions etc. Anything I say to her she will do and she will believe anything I say. It will seem completely normal to her... but if you say stuff to her she might react like she normally would and probably freak out OK?" "Got it..." they all chimed in unison. Having heard enough, Kathy walked back into the room with an armful of open beer bottles and passed them around. She handed Mark a glass for his, as they had prearranged and asked if anyone else wanted one. Everyone said no so she took her place back on the couch. They turned the TV on and everyone settled in to watch the game. For almost fifteen minutes nothing happened... it was like Mark was torturing her and making her wait. She kept glancing at him and everyone else in the room. The anticipation was killing her... but she also noticed that Mary was also checking her out as much as the guys, looking her up and down... could she actually be as interested as the boys? The thought almost made Kathy moan out loud. A quick burst of action in the game... a breakaway... and a goal! Everyone jumps up to cheer and Mark 'accidentally' spills some beer on Kathy's shirt. "Ahhh! That's cold!" Kathy blurted as she jumped up. She was genuinely surprised and since she had no idea what he had planned she played the part perfectly. "Oh, I'm so sorry honey! Stay here and I'll go upstairs and grab you a towel and a new shirt, just a sec" A few seconds later Mark reappears with both hands empty, to the surprise of everyone, including Kathy. "Here's a towel, dry yourself off a little hon. I'm so sorry I spilled that on you!" Mark said as he held out his empty hand. It took a second for Kathy to realize what was happening... that this was actually happening... now. She reached out and took the pretend towel from him and started dabbing her neck and shirt, pretending to be drying off. Around the room their guests eyes and smiles were wide as they realized Mark wasn't lying. He really could make her think and do anything he wanted! "Here, hand me that towel and change into this T-shirt I brought you, I'll hold up the towel for privacy... unless you want to put on a show for the guys?" Kathy made her best "as if!" face and everyone laughed a little as mark held up the pretend towel in front of her. Kathy took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down a little and as slowly as possible she pulled her tank top up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor next to the couch. Everyone in the room had a perfect view of her perfect small breasts and nipples showing through the see through fabric of her bra. Kathy could not believe how exhilarated she felt! Reaching out a hand to Mark, Kathy made the universal 'give it to me' motion and said "My shirt? I'm not gonna sit here in my bra all night you perv!" which brought a round of laughter from everyone in the room as they did their best to pretend not to be looking. Mark diligently handed her the invisible shirt which she went through the motions of putting on. Once the shirt was 'on' Mark, sensing Kathy would actually go a little further, leaned forward and in a loud whisper that all could hear he said "Uh Kath, I think your bra's a little wet... so unless you wanna soak that shirt too you should ditch it." You could've heard a pin drop on the rug for a few seconds as no one seemed to breathe or move until Kathy broke the silence. Looking just at Mark she whispered back "OK, hold the towel there a few more secs." Kathy pretended to pull her arms inside the sleeves of her invisible shirt, reach behind and undid the clasp of her bra. Keeping her eyes locked with Marks she slowly slid her bra off and dropped it onto floor, kicking the wet shirt she dropped before on top of it. She couldn't believe she just did that. She actually just stripped off her top and bra in front of these people and was now standing topless. Somehow this was fulfilling a need and desire she had always had, but never realized. A sense of excitement, fulfillment and power surged through her as she stood there. No one seemed to notice how hard she was breathing, they just stared at her perfect little boobs moving up and down... "Wow." John suddenly blurted out, breaking her thoughts and bringing Kathy back to the real world. "What?" asked Kathy, now standing topless in a room full of strangers. Mark had dropped the 'towel' and sat back down. "Uh, uh, nothing. Just they're playing really badly today..." he said, pointing at the TV. "Oh, yeah." Said Kathy, having no idea if it were true. With all eyes on her she said she had to use the bathroom and asked if anyone needed a beer on her way back. Once in the bathroom she nearly collapsed. 'Holy shit. Holy Fucking Shit! I can't believe how fucking horny this is making me!' she thought to herself as grabbed some toilet paper and dried the damp from her pussy lips. The panties were so tight they riding up inside her a little every time she moved, caressing and putting pressure on her now aching clit. Feeling like she didn't need the extra help getting turned on, she took them off and decided to just wear the loose jean shorts she had on. No one would notice and she wasn't planning on taking those off tonight anyways, she thought. Since no one had asked for a beer she casually walked topless back into the living room, all eyes on her bare breasts and flat hard body, and took her seat on the couch. The only difference now was that Mary took the seat right next to her and sat close enough that their shoulders were touching a little with every movement. Heart racing and pussy throbbing she looked around the room and was quite excited to see everyone focusing on her body. She could not believe how excited she was to be topless, showing herself off to these strangers. Her mind began to wander and think of all the things she wanted to do and all the places she could do them in. She also began to realize that it was partially the ACT of undressing in front of people and the fact that she was teasing them that really turned her on... showing off her hard body and perfect little boobs was starting to give her a sense of power she didn't realize she had. And she liked it. At first intermission Mark decided it was time to take get Kathy a little more undressed. He decided to get her to strip off her shorts, leaving her in just those sexy panties he had her wear. "Hey Kath, looks like I actually spilled some beer on your shorts too. You should get out of them before they stain. Your shirt goes half way to your knees and covers everything anyways so you should just take the shorts off here." he said slowly and deliberately, doing his best imitation of a magician giving orders to an assistant. Now really panicking and trying not to hyperventilate, Kathy realized the fatal mistake she made taking off her panties. Without her shorts she would be completely naked! Seeing her hesitate a little, Mark added "It's OK Kath. You have panties underneath your shorts and everything is fine. No one will mind you being dressed like that, after all it's still more than you wear at the beach. So go ahead and do it now." She knew she had to follow his orders or risk being discovered as a faker. For a second she thought she couldn't get away with it... everyone would realize her lie when she had no panties on! Almost instantly though she realized she would fine. She could pretend she had panties on since Mark TOLD her she had panties on, and she had to believe everything he said right? Heart pounding, head thumping, she barely heard herself squeak "OK, that makes sense." All eyes turned to her and the room grew quiet as she stood up, slowly undid the button and started to unzip her jean shorts. After looking at Mark for confirmation, and getting a slight nod and look that said 'What are you waiting for?' she slid the zipped all the way down and dropped her shorts to floor and stepped out them. Pretending to hold down her invisible shirt she giggled as calmly as she could, "You're right... my shirt covers my panties completely and it actually does cover more than what I would wear at the beach" and with that did a quick twirl and sat back down. Everyone was stunned, especially Mark. He had no idea she had taken off her panties, no idea she would actually show her pussy to everyone and especially had no idea she had completely shaved this morning! She was totally hair free. Mark had never seen her shaved and couldn't believe she had done that. Her tight little 'innie' pussy lips, moist and glistening from her excitement were on complete display until she sat back down. All three guys in the room suddenly had to sit back and cover themselves to hide their instant erections. John had never seen a shaved pussy in his entire life and could not stop staring at her as she sat down. Even after sitting, with her pussy totally hidden he couldn't stop looking at the hairless, smooth patch of skin below her waist. Kathy could see the effect it had on him and decided to play it up. In for a penny, in for a pound! She stood up, enjoying the mesmerizing effect she had on everyone. As she walked slowly over to stand beside the easy chair John was sitting in she saw Kenny rearranging his pants to try to hide his erection and noticed Mary's finger slowly moving across her lips. With her back facing the room, she stood with her hips mere inches from his John's face. Her freshly shaved pussy now on full display, she held her 'shirt' down with one hand and reached for a magazine from the shelf behind and above his head with the other. The reaching brought her body ever so slightly closer to John. He let out a slight sigh and willed himself to control his hands. He didn't want to risk touching her and ruining the moment. Instead, he stared, creating a mental picture he could draw on later. He was in heaven. Kathy held the pose for a few seconds while 'searching' for the right magazine in the stack. She could literally feel John's breath on her pussy and it was delicious. Warm and moist and she had to control herself not to push forward, begging him to explore her with his tongue. Casting the thoughts aside, she grabbed a random magazine, turned around and went back to sit on the couch beside Mary. John wasn't even trying to hide his erection any more. He was breathing heavy and had one had on the tent in his pants. No one spoke until Mary giggled a little and pointed at John's hard-on. Leaning in to Kathy she said "Looks like John likes your little outfit!" Playing along, Kathy whispered back "Yeah, I guess I should go put some more clothes on so I don't make him uncomfortable." "No! You look really cute..." Mary said, her voice trailing off as she realized what she was saying and just how loud and quick she said it. Kathy couldn't believe this... Mary wanted her to stay naked as much as the guys did! Kathy leaned over to Mary and said "He's turned on and hasn't even seen my panties... let's see how he reacts if I flash him a peek! Oh my God I'm so bad!" She may have been acting flirty and nonchalant on the outside but on the inside she was screaming 'Oh my GOD I can't believe I'm flashing my pussy for them!" Mark was sitting on the love seat, directly across from the other guys and Mary. Kathy got up, still holding her 'long shirt' down with one hand and sat on Marks lap, facing out towards the room with her back leaning into his chest. She put her arms up and around his neck and turned her head to give him a good long kiss, stretching her already tight little body to the max and creating the firmest , perkiest tits anyone in the room had ever seen. With arms still up around his neck, she slid one leg a little over Mark's which had the effect of creating a tiny, perfect little line of site to her bald pussy. Mark could take a hint. With all eyes on Kathy, Mark slightly pushed open his legs, which opened Kathy's a little further and put her on full wide open display for the group. John and Kenny sat dumbfounded and quiet, both instinctively squeezing their erections through their pants. Mary just stared and slightly moistened her lips with her tongue. When she finally lookup up, Kathy was looking right at her, grinning from ear to ear making eye motions as if saying 'Look at me teasing them! They're getting an eyeful of my panties! Ha Ha!'. While watching Kathy Mary had brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. This action unintentionally gave Kathy and Mark a view right up her skirt where the wet spot on her panties was quite evident. Kathy leaned back pretending to nibble on Marks ear a little and whispered "She's as excited as they guys, and I'm about to explode... I need to go 'take care' of myself before it becomes obvious. I'll be back in a few minutes." "No," Mark whispered, "do it here, let us all watch." "I can't do that! I've NEVER done that, even for YOU!" "Yes you can... you want to, you know you do..." he quietly whispered back as he nibbled on her earlobe. Kathy hesitated and turned to look around the room for a second. Seeing all eyes fixated on her throbbing pussy, the game on TV completely forgotten, she closed her eyes and imagined doing what he was suggesting. Just thinking about it almost sent her over the edge. Hearing nothing but her own racing heartbeat and heavy breathing she leaned back for another nibble on his ear. Eyes still closed, mind still imagining the scene, she whispered "I do. I do want to... you have to make me... please make me..." The Faker Ch. 03 Eyes still closed, Kathy kept leaning back onto her boyfriend Mark's body on the love seat. Sitting naked in his lap, in a room full of strangers, legs slightly parted and feeling her boyfriends growing erection was almost more than she could take. Never in her wildest dreams did Kathy think she could ever do this. It was exhilarating. It was unbelievable. It was satisfying. It was... powerful. Mark leaned into her and whispered "Keep your eyes closed and play along" she quietly grunted more than said "Mmm hmm" as a response. "OK Kathy, I want you to keep your eyes closed for a while and not hear anything anyone says until I talk directly to you again OK?" Mark said. "OK" she replied and kept her eyes closed, body tight against Mark's. "Ok everyone, she's out for a bit, we can talk." he said to his friends. "Holy Shit Mark!" both Kenny and John said almost simultaneously. Mary was a bit slower to reply, choosing her words carefully. "Yeah, this is... awesome. I can't believe she's actually naked and doesn't realize it. She's really hot." "OK," Mark said, "I have an idea. But you all have to co-operate. I'm gonna tell her you're all gone and let her know she's naked with just me... but tell her to imaging you are all still here watching her naked. That means you can talk to her and comment on her etc but there's one more thing..." "What?" asked Mary. "Since she's the one 'pretending' you're all here... she would also be able to control you, tell you what to do, you know what I mean. If it's her pretending she's in control right? So before I do this are you all game to play along? Who knows what she will want. It might get a little... embarrassing for you? Are you all game?" Kenny and John almost immediately both responded with a big yes, a big grin and a big tent in their pants. Mary was a little slower, thinking about what this meant. "So I have to do anything she says?" she asked. "No, how about we have a safe word. Anyone says 'Chocolate Cake' and I'll put her back to sleep. How does that sound? That way you only have to do what you actually are OK with doing. "OK" all three agreed and nodded their head, and Kenny made them all chuckle with a little 'Woo Hoo!'. "OK Kathy, keep your eyes closed and listen carefully to me. All our company has left. It's just you and me home now. You're naked and sitting with me on the love seat here but when you open your eyes you're going to imagine that Mary, Kenny and John are all still here with us. Watching us. Seeing you naked. After you open your eyes it's your choice what to do next. Everything you want to happen will happen, we will all be able to see what you imagine and you will feel everything just as if it's real. OK, open your eyes". Everyone held their breath a little as Kathy opened her eyes and looked around the room, locking eyes with each of their guests then slowly looked down at her naked body. Making it seem like a shy unconscious movement she moved one hand down to cover her pussy and one hand up to cover her small tits. John spoke up "Kathy, don't cover up, you're beautiful!" Kathy giggles a little and moved her hands. "What do you want to do now?" Without a word Kathy stood up, turned around and faced Mark. She leaned forward, bending at the waist to give everyone a good view of her ass and pussy from behind, and pulled on Mark's jeans. "Take these off" she ordered. Without hesitation he pulled his jeans and underwear off, proudly sporting the hardest erection he could remember. Kathy pulled him by his legs making him slouch forward so far that half his ass was almost off the front of the cushion then turned around, put her legs outside his, sat back in his lap and leaned back onto his chest. Mark's hard-on was now blocking the view of her pussy as she rocked herself up and down, pushing her pussy hard into her boyfriends dick but not going high enough to let him enter her. "Yeah Kathy, fuck him!" John said. "Yeah" was all Kenny could muster up as a response. Mary just sat and watched quietly all the while locking eyes with Kathy. "Mmmm yeah that feels fucking amazing" Mark said, "Let me in..." "Not yet" Kathy replied as she slid her hand down and slid two fingers down her slit -- one side putting pressure on herself, the other sliding along the length of Mark's erection. "Would you be mad if I enlisted some help from our guests to help get me off?" "No" Kenny and John looked at each other like their ship had finally come in! She was actually going to get them involved! Kathy got up, walked straight over to John and leaned in to kiss him. With one hand she took John's hand and moved it up to her breast and made him squeeze, with the other she gave his hard-on a squeeze through his pants. After a few seconds she broke the kiss and stood up. "Nice" was all she said as she turned and walked over to Kenny. She repeated the procedure only Kenny's hand was guided to her smooth freshly shaved pussy. Kenny quickly found her clit and was starting to play with it when she broke the kiss and said "Oooooh, very nice!". Kenny though he had won the challenge when Kathy suddenly stood up and turned to Mary. "I always wanted to kiss a girl..." All three guys started to hoot and holler, encouraging her, but Mary just breathed a little harder than normal and never broke eye contact with Kathy. Kathy walked over to Mary, reached out and took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Slowly, Kathy leaned in for a kiss. Timid and gentle at first but then passionate and hard. Mary was responding and Kathy loved it. She was the only one naked but she felt like she could make them do anything right now. Kathy dropped her hands from Mary's back to her waist and slowly undid the zipper holding her skirt up. Feeling no resistance, she undid it all the way and moved her hands back up. It was now only the pressure of her body against Mary's keeping her skirt up. She slowly backed away, letting the skirt fall to Mary's feet and to her surprise Mary stepped out of it and kicked it away. Leaving her standing in the middle of the room in her underwear and shirt, Mary returned to her 'seat' on Mark's lap. Pussy once again pushing on his hard-on, almost like she'd slide right off him if it wasn't there. "Do you think she's sexy?" Kathy asked Mark. "Because I do." She motioned for Mary to come closer. Once close enough she put a hand behind Mary's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She took her right hand and moved it onto her chest, where Mary start feeling and squeezing her nipples as they kissed. Slowly, Kathy took Mary's left hand slid it down towards her pussy. Feeling no resistance she continued until, without further effort on Kathy's part, Mary was moving her hand on her own. Kathy knew Mary would let her do anything as soon as Mary slid two fingers down between her pussy and Mark's erection and started to play with her clit. She broke the kiss and looked at Mary, saying "Stand up" and she did. "Take your shirt off for me" Mary never looked around the room, and lost in the moment she pulled her shirt off, ignoring all the guys stares. Kathy's hand wandered down and started playing again, as did Kenny and John's hands on their erections. "Now the rest, I want to see your body" whispered Kathy. Standing tall and proud and without even the slightest hesitation Mary reached around back and slowly took off her bra and dropped it. In one quick motion she then bent at the waist, pushed her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them all the while never losing eye contact with Kathy. Kenny and John could not believe their eyes! Never in their wildest dreams could they have imagined this. Kathy now felt more empowered than ever and was going to have some fun, and let her boyfriend have some too. She stood up and went to Mary, put her arm around her and locked her in a passionate kiss. Her hand grabbing and spreading her ass cheeks so everyone could get a good look. Mary's athletic figure was amazing and her breathing was hard and shallow. Pointing at Mark she said "You -- UP!" and once he had vacated the seat she promptly took it, and slouched down so her pussy was at the front edge of the cushion. Feeling completely in control she looked at Kenny and John and said "You two, up and over here and take your pants off!". Without hesitation they both obeyed and once near enough the Kathy she motioned for one to stand on each side of her. She then leaned forward, took Mary's hand and guided down onto her knees in front of her seat. Leaning back, she reached out and took Kenny's throbbing hard-on in one hand, John's in the other and leaned back into the cushions. Without a word she looked at Mary and then down at her pussy and without hesitation Mary leaned in and started to kiss her gently. Moaning slightly she pressed upwards with her hips, pushing into Mary's waiting tongue as she slowly started stroking the 2 dicks in her hands. Once Mary had fully committed to her task, Kathy looked at her boyfriend standing in the room stroking himself and motioned with her head at Mary's ass, sticking high up in the air. Not need any more permission than that from his girlfriend, Mark moved forward to test the waters, to see if Mary would let him. He put a hand on her ass and she pushed back into it and slightly spread her legs. The next second Mark was thrusting hard into her pussy, one hand holding her by the hips, one pushing on her ass, forcing her face into Kathy's pussy harder and harder with every stroke. Looking up at Kenny and John, Kathy said "Whoever cums last gets to fuck me", and started stroking harder and faster, reaching up and cupping their balls every few strokes. John quickly removed his hand from her breast and opened his eyes, determined not to be the one to cum first but to no avail. The more the tried to hold off the quicker he was reaching climax. With a loud "Oh GOD!" he let it go. Kathy kept on pumping and he quick coated her chest with all he had. Knowing he had won, Kenny couldn't hold out any longer and let go just a few seconds after John, adding a second layer of cum on Kathy's tits. "Looks like you win!" Kathy said as she pushed Mary's head up and told her "Finish Mark with your mouth, he likes that" and motioned for Kenny to move in front of her. Never having lost his hard-on, Kenny was penetrating Kathy almost immediately, pumping as fast as he could. Mark had laid down on the floor and Mary was dutifully giving Mark a blow-job as she had been told to do. She looked over and saw John standing there, dick still hard, watching Kenny fuck Kathy. With more than a grunt than words she motioned him over and John came up behind her and in one push had fully entered her. For a time, there were three very satisfied men in the throes of sex, but then in what seemed to be a synchronized moment, all three guys came within seconds of each other. Kathy, seeing a disappointed look on Mary's face asked "What's wrong?" "I didn't get to cum" came the response. "We can't have that!" Kathy said, and motioned her over. She turned her around and pulled her down to make her sit on her lap and pulled her back to lay on top of her cum covered tits. Ignoring the sticky warm feeling Mary turned her head into Kathy's for a kiss and Kathy used her fingers to find and massage her clit. As she approached climax, Mary began bucking her hips and pressing her lips hard into Kathy's. She didn't even notice the three men standing around her, dicks in hand stroking fiercely until Mark moved close and grabbed a breast with his free hand. Mary was a loud climaxer and didn't hold back. When she came she let out loud groans and squeezed her fingers into Kathy's head, pulling her close and tight. That was all the guys needed and for the second time in a night an almost synchronized display of ejaculation occurred -- this time all over Mary's chest, stomach and face. Panting and sweating Mary slowly got up. Covered in cum front and back and said "I'm gonna shower off, who wants to join me?" Kenny and John quickly volunteered and followed her to the guest bath. "Holy FUCK! What the hell was that?" Mark asked? "I don't know, but it was fun! I cant believe we did that and THEY did that!!!!!" "Jesus, OK, lets go upstairs and shower off" * * * Coming downstairs after his shower, Mark saw his three guests in the living room, fully dressed with wet hair, all looking sheepishly at other. "Mark, we never meant to... we're sorry... that got way out of hand." Mary blurted out. "For what? That was fun! It was all Kathy's fantasy so no worries! She won't remember it's real so just don't tell her. I told her we had sex while she imagined the rest. Since she thought you guys all left hours ago she went to bed already." Seeing the relieved look on everyone's faces he smiled and said it was time to pack it in. Kenny and John were up and out the front door in seconds, high fiving as they walked away. Just as Mary was getting up from the couch to leave, Kathy walked down the stairs and into the living room. Still completely naked after her shower, she walked right up to Mary, gave her a big hug and kiss and said "That was fun -- we HAVE to do that again!". With a wink and a big smile she let Mary go, turned around, and went back upstairs leaving an open mouthed, wide eyed Mary staring after her.

The Embarrassing Vacation by swguy123 A girl on vacation gets nude and ends up humiliated. Part 1 – Prologue – The office competition My name is Linda. I graduated from University a year ago and started working in an office in a big city in California. I really liked my job and the people I worked with. My team consisted of 12 people and all of us were in our twenties, so it was a great working environment with lots of banter and joking around. It was the final day of June, and the day when the results of a little competition we'd had in the office that month were announced. We'd been basically competing in who can get the most business for the company and the winner was to get an extra week of vacation. This was quite a great reward since everyone in the office loved travelling. We even had a special wall, where people put photos from their travels. There was a great photo of John sitting on the edge of the Great Wall of China, a photo of Olivia at Oktoberfest in Germany, dressed in traditional Bavarian clothing, a funny photo of Macy feeding small monkeys in Indonesia while they climbed all over her, a pretentious photo of Tom at the Eiffel Tower with a bottle of wine and a baguette in his hands, and a bunch more. I didn't get much vacation since I had only worked there for a year, so I had been trying really hard to win, pulling extra long hours (unpaid of course!) that month. I knew that the winner was either going to be me or Katy, a competitive girl the same age as me. She was fun and had some great banter, but could also be pretty mean. I had once ripped my pants in the office, and of course she had to tell the whole office when she noticed it, instead of being discreet. Another time she had tricked me into doing a bunch of her work, and then just laughed about it. Even on my birthday, she hadn't spared me – she had pushed my face into the cake when I had leaned over to blow the candle! She is not a bad person, but likes to joke around and can be a bit insensitive. But it's also partly my fault for sometimes being so submissive and not standing up for myself. I guess I am a bit of a pushover. People at the office often tease me or joke at my expense, but I always take it like a good sport. I know it's nothing personal, everyone in the office gets made fun of when they do something stupid or embarrassing. I was doing some work on my computer when Sophie, another of my coworkers, approached me. She was a good friend of mine, a very nice girl, and had also been my gym partner for the last year. "Hey, Linda, we are gathering in the main area," she made the gesture for me to follow her. Tom, our boss, who was the oldest in the office at 28, was standing in the middle of the main office area and waiting for people to gather before he started speaking enthusiastically. "We've had a great month! 75% more business than last June. I guess having our little competition has paid off! Master manager brain right here," he tapped his head with a smile. "Isn't that the brain that thought Australia was in Europe?" Steve, one of our sales guys yelled out. Yeah, we were pretty informal in the office and weren't afraid to joke even at our boss's expense. Not me of course, I was way too much of a little goody-two-shoes and never wanted to offend anyone. "Shut up, Steve," Tom blushed a bit, but grinned, seemingly unoffended, "You were the second worst performer! The worst was, of course, Zoe," he looked at Zoe with a disappointed but unsurprised look. "This was just a plot to extract more free labor from us," Zoe, who was a bit of an anti-capitalist activist, rolled her eyes. "I don't think anyone could extract any labor from you Zoe!" David yelled out and the whole office laughed. People always made fun of Zoe for being lazy. Tom continued, unfazed, "Well the best performers by far were Linda and Katy. Together they accounted for 84% of the increase in revenue! But there can only be one winner," he paused for dramatic effect. I looked to my left at Katy. She looked very confident. She really wanted that extra week of vacation. She also didn't get much vacation since she had also been here only for a year. She had been looking at hotels in Spain for the last few days. "And the winner is..." Tom was smiling as he paused again, "Linda!" I jumped up and down in excitement, thrilled that I had won, while the office gave me a small applause. Katy was not looking happy and had a sour look on her face, but also clapped. "What, you didn't win Katy? All those hours for nothing, huh? I thought hard work paid off," Zoe was now mocking Katy. I felt really bad for Katy. She had put in a bunch of unpaid hours this month and got nothing for it. I knew it was a competition, but I couldn't help myself, I am a very empathetic person. I mouthed "Sorry!" as I walked past her. "Congratulations, Linda, you get a week of vacation! Just tell me at least a week in advance before you want to go," Tom shook my hand. "Thank you so much!" I tried to show my gratitude. "Remember to bring a few photos for the wall," Tom pointed at the wall of photos from our travels. "And this time don't use a potato to take photos!" Steve yelled out, evoking more laughter. They kept making fun of me since the last photos I brought were taken with a pretty bad phone camera. The office went back to work. I got back to my computer, sat down and started to work. I secretly looked at flights and hotel bookings when Tom was not around. Not something I would normally do, but I was just too excited! Part 2 – The vacation plan I have a secret. A secret that I keep from my friends and coworkers, and would die if any of them ever knew. The secret is that I have always fantasized about being exposed naked in public places. However, being the little goody-two-shoes that I am, I never had the guts to actually do it. In the past I had been able to get my fix by reading stories about girls doing dares, streaking, accidental nudity. But the stories just weren’t enough for me anymore. I needed to at least once in my life experience a situation like many of the characters in these stories have enjoyed. For the previous few months I had kept thinking how I could try out a nude-in-public experience without running the risk of anyone I know ever finding out, or worse, getting arrested. Then I came across the “World Naked Bike Ride” (WNBR) events and figured it would be the perfect place for me to live out one of my fantasies. After winning the week of vacation, I kept searching and finally found a beautiful picturesque touristy town in England that hosts a WNBR every year. I was so excited. I looked around and found a great deal on a flight and hotel so decided to just book it. Travelling to another country would guarantee I could participate in this event without worrying about running into anyone I knew. I also shopped around and found a nice purple wig and cat woman mask I could wear as a disguise so even if some pictures from the event ended up online, I knew I would still remain anonymous. My vacation finally arrived and I was so excited. I had a full week off to enjoy my trip to England. The flight was uneventful and after a long trip I finally arrived at my hotel in the beautiful little town. Once I arrived, I understood why so many people who lived in the surrounding big cities would travel to this beautiful place as a weekend getaway. I spent the first two days exploring the little town, and then visited two of the bigger nearby cities on the third and fourth day. I got a bunch of photos in the big cities for the travel wall in our office. I didn't want to bring any of the photos from the small town to the office so that someone wouldn't make the connection with the WNBR event here and the reason why I was really here. That would be just too embarrassing! Part 3 – World naked bike ride Finally Friday, the day of the WNBR, arrived. I decided to start the day off by visiting my favorite coffee shop that was just a few blocks from the hotel. Of course it was a Starbucks, but hey, don’t judge! Besides if you saw the cute girl named Jennie who worked there I am sure you would become a regular as well. I had been visiting Jennie two, sometimes three times a day, and we were always flirting back and forth (yes, I am bisexual). When I arrived at the coffee shop, Jennie was her bubbly cheerful self. She started telling me all about the naked bike ride that would be happening today and how she could never do it herself, she would just feel too awkward. Of course she never asked if I was riding. She just told me what time it started, and that if I wanted to have some fun, I should wander over to the park by my hotel and check out the crazy naked people. I made my way back to the hotel. First I went back to my room and changed into my favorite little flower print sundress and sandals. I figured I did not need anything else for clothes since the dress would not stay on for very long. I was just about out the door when I realized I had almost forgotten my disguise. Yeah, that was kind of an important thing to remember! I grabbed my purple wig and cat woman mask then headed out the door. I walked outside, grabbed my rented bike from the bike rack and headed to the park. When I arrived at the park, it was starting to fill up. There were men and women who were already naked and were posing for pictures. I decided to stay dressed for a while and just experience the atmosphere as another spectator. I kept thinking how weird it was that right now I was on the side of the spectators, just another face in the crowd. However, when I finally took my dress off, I would instantly cross over from spectator to participant. After walking around the park and taking in the atmosphere for about twenty minutes, I finally decided it was now or never. I put my cat woman mask in place and fixed my wig to make sure it would not come off on the ride. The disguise made me feel more at ease with what I was about to do next. I took a deep breath, then quickly pulled my dress up over my head, and stuffed it into the basket on my bike. I was naked in public. My perky C-cup breasts and pink nipples, my big round butt, and my dark-blonde bush were all on display. It felt exhilarating, a unique mixture of shame and excitement! Suddenly, I was the center of attention. Both clothed people and naked people were standing around me taking pictures while person after person walked over to say “Hi” and get a picture with me. It was such a friendly and inviting crowd, and I was relishing the attention, but was happy that the mask was hiding my identity. I was also approached by a man and a woman who had very fancy camera equipment and were wearing T-Shirts that said “Official Bike Ride Photographers” with website and Twitter links. I was already familiar with the official site for the event, in fact it was the pictures on that site from last year's ride that sold me on attending. Both photographers were very nice and had me pose for some pictures, then thanked me and moved on. After about ten minutes of hanging out naked in the park, meeting the other riders and spectators, the ride started. We left the park and rode around downtown as well as some beautiful scenic roads. Overall it was nice but… uneventful. So you are probably thinking, “So that’s it? Nothing crazy happened? No unexpected events? Nothing embarrassing? Why am I reading this story! I don’t get it!” Well, now that we have the boring part out of the way, let’s talk about the second part which was MUCH more eventful! Part 4 – My mistake After the ride we all met up again in the park for some triumphant “We did it!” group pictures with the professional photographers. After the group picture many people started getting dressed. I spotted this one very attractive girl who was maybe in her mid-20s, but very tall and voluptuous, with gorgeous curves and an ample bosom that seemed to just defy gravity! I was mesmerized by her. Her breasts were basically right at the height of my shoulders, I very well could be her walking bra if she didn’t mind walking behind me all day long! She saw me staring at her and smiled, so I took that as my opening to walk over and say “Hi”. She was so sweet, she said, “Hi, my name is Clara and may I say, you look so cute! I love your cute little cat woman mask.” Then she looked me up and down, smiled and giggled, “You know, it is a shame you don't shave down there, now people can tell that purple is not your real hair color!” I let out a big laugh and said, “Hi, my name is Linda! It is so nice to meet you and may I say your bosom is quite spectacular and at just the right height for me to enjoy!” Clara let out a big laugh which made her breasts jiggle in almost perfect harmony. We joked around and flirted for a few minutes. She just had this very powerful energy and I loved it. Clara smiled at me, pointed at the photographers, and said, “Well, it looks like these will be the last pictures of the evening so let's make them count!” I laughed and enthusiastically said, “Let’s do it!” as I looked around and realized we were the last two naked people remaining in the park. Fortunately, the two professional photographers had not packed up yet and were still working hard. They lined up to take some pictures of us while a small group of twenty or so people who were still hanging around in the park watched or took pictures of their own. Clara pulled me in close, and we both turned to face the group. She held me so tight that her right breast was nearly touching my left cheek. We stood there smiling and laughing as picture after picture was taken. Every time she giggled, her beautiful breasts would jiggle right in my face. The height difference between us seemed perfect! Suddenly, I got this wicked idea. I honestly don’t know why I thought it would be acceptable. It was really out of character for me, it just seemed funny in the moment. It was one of those moments like when you just blurt out some crude sexual joke without thinking, only to suddenly remember your grandmother is present! I looked to my left at Clara's breast which was right in my face, and, without thinking, I just went for it. I slipped her nipple into my mouth and sucked on her ample breast while still looking towards the camera and posing for picture after picture. All of a sudden the fun mood changed. I heard a few gasps, saw some shocked expressions, as well as some laughs, and suddenly Clara pushed me away, pulling her breast out of my mouth. I looked up at her face and realized I was in trouble. She looked down at me with a disapproving look and said, “Linda, seriously, what on earth are you doing you little tart?” I just gasped and said, “Oh, Clara, I am so sorry, I just did it without thinking! I didn’t mean to offend you!” Clara looked at me and said, “That was so embarrassing! This is a small community and I know many of these people. Sure, to you they are all strangers, but I have friends here right now as well as friends who will see these pictures! That was so so embarrassing!” I apologized profusely, and finally said something I knew I would regret, “I am so so sorry, I will do anything to make this right with you! Anything, please, I can’t stand the idea of you leaving here tonight feeling upset.” Clara’s expression turned from shock and anger to more curiosity as she said, “Do you mean that? Do you truly mean you will do anything to make this right, anything at all?” I just nodded and sheepishly said, “Yes, I will, I absolutely will!” Part 5 – Making it right Clara said, “Ok, I will take you at your word,” and then turned to the now quiet crowd and said, “Well, it is ok everyone. It looks like my little friend here knows she made a mistake, but wants to make it right. So everyone get your cameras ready, let’s find out now if she really means it!” Her little announcement made me feel anxious of what to expect. Clara reached into the basket on her bike and pulled out a dress. She slipped the dress on and maneuvered it over her body until she was covered. I was now the only one naked in the park. Clara turned to me and once again said, “Look, I am not a prude, in fact far from it. However, you need to understand that this was very embarrassing for me because many of these people are my friends, they know me, while you get to be anonymous. So the first thing I want you to do is to lose your anonymity.” I was shocked. Geeze, she is going to unmask me, I had not planned on that! Up until now, because of my mask, no one had a naked picture of me from the ride or the park that showed my face. And since I was on vacation in this country, it was highly unlikely anyone I knew would ever find out I did this. But if I took off my wig and mask, there would instantly be recognizable nude pictures of me that will end up online. I could only hope that no one I knew would ever find them. I paused thinking about the full extent of what that meant, but was snapped back to reality when I looked at Clara’s stern gaze. I conceded, reached up, and pulled off my purple wig, letting down my long dark-blond hair. "I guess the drapes match the carpet!" one of the onlookers yelled, eliciting a laugh from the crowd. I just gave him a dirty look. Clara put out her hand and took the wig from me, then put it in the basket on her bike. I hesitated for a moment, then, finally, I slowly pulled off my cute little cat woman mask. Once again, Clara put out her hand, took the mask, and stuffed it into the basket on her bike. My face was now fully visible. I was no longer anonymous. I felt my face was getting hot and red. My heart was beating fast, and once again I felt that unique blend of shame and excitement. Clara ordered me to face the cameras, smile, and had me say, “Hello everyone, my name is Linda, and I humbly apologize to Clara, and accept what I will need to do to make things right with her.” The cameras and phones flashed as I recited Clara's words, capturing me naked with my face fully visible. Then I started to think to myself, hmm, “accept what I will need to do to make this right”? Was this not it? Unmasking me in front of all these people? I started to realize now that I would not be getting off that easy with Clara. Well, there was no going back, I just allowed a group of people to take full-frontal nude pictures of me where my face was clearly distinguishable. I was really nervous, and thinking about this whole situation, for some reason, made me accidentally let out a nervous giggle. Clara did not look amused at all and said, “Oh, this is all funny to you Linda? Embarrassing me in public was just a big joke to you? Well you are about to find out how unfunny it is to be embarrassed when you don’t have the luxury of remaining anonymous!" I immediately covered my mouth with my hand, and looked at Clara apologetically. But her look remained stern as she continued, "Why don't you make a few poses for the photographers now that you don't have your mask on? First, stand with your hands on your hips and your legs shoulder width apart. And don't forget to smile and look directly into the cameras!" Well, they already had naked photos of me with my face visible, what were a few more? I assumed the pose that Clara demanded and flashed a big smile. Clara had pulled out her phone, and now stood with the rest of the group as they all took pictures. She then continued with her demands, "Now put your hands behind your head!" I lifted my hands and felt my boobs become even more prominently displayed. More pictures were taken. "Now turn around Linda, let's see that booty!" Clara proceeded. I turned around, displaying my big round ass to the crowd. "Look over your shoulder and smile, Linda!" Clara kept giving me commands. Of course she also wanted my face to be in the photos of my ass. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the flashing cameras. The crowd sure seemed to be enjoying my big booty, and it felt embarrassing but exhilarating at the same time. "Okay, good job Linda! Turn back around and face us. Since you seem to be such a big fan of MY boobs and think it's appropriate to play with them in public, why don't you play with yours! Let's see if you still think that is funny now that you are not anonymous. Lift them up, jiggle them, squeeze them together!" Clara had a big smile on her face. I was now really blushing, but still wanted to make things right with Clara, so I did what she had requested. I grabbed my C-cup breasts from below, lifted them up, and then bounced them up and down. The crowd was laughing and enthusiastically cheering for my little performance. I then squeezed my boobs together, pushing them forward in a squished shape, and my nipples were almost touching each other. "Now play with your nipples!" Clara commanded. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing! I nevertheless proceeded. I grabbed each of my nipples with a thumb and index finger and gently squeezed, then rubbed and pulled on them. I was actually getting turned on despite (or maybe because of!) the shame I was feeling! My nipples were now so erect they could poke someone's eye out! The cameras kept flashing and the crowd kept cheering. As I looked around, it seemed that the crowd was getting bigger. "Okay, now let's see if you still think sucking on breasts is funny! Lift up one of your tits and suck on it!" Clara demanded with a big grin. I guess this was only fair. I embarrassed Clara by sucking on her breast, and now I must embarrass myself by doing the same with mine. I grabbed my right boob with both of my hands and lifted it up towards my face. I then lowered my head towards the nipple that was pointing up and put it in my mouth. "Look at the cameras, Linda!" Clara called out, happy that I was complying with her commands. I looked up while still keeping my nipple in my mouth and sucking on it as the cameras flashed. It was so awkward! "Great job, Linda! You can stop now," Clara seemed satisfied. I pulled my nipple out of my mouth and let my boob drop down. The crowd gave me a big applause. I looked at Clara with a big smile, hoping that she was now no longer upset. "So, Linda, do you still think sucking on breasts is funny?" Clara asked. "Yes," I nodded without thinking. Wrong answer. Clara's frowned expression told me she was not at all happy. Why am I so stupid? "Oh, I see. You still haven't learned your lesson. That's fine, let's see how funny you think this is," Clara again approached me. Part 6 – The punishment Clara and I were now both standing beside her bike which was behind us. I was standing by the seat and Clara was standing by the handlebars. "Turn around and face the bike," Clara ordered in a stern voice. I sheepishly obeyed, turning my back to the crowd again. Clara then put her hands on my back and had me bend over the seat of her bike, so that my tip toes were just barely touching the ground on one side of the bike, my butt was sticking up in the air, and my fingertips were just barely touching the ground on the other side of the bike. The only view I had with my head down was back between my legs at the crowd watching behind me. Wow, this was more than a bit of a revealing position, I was totally exposed! I could only imagine the view the photographers had and what the pictures they were taking must look like. I suddenly felt Clara put a hand on each of my butt cheeks and give them a big squeeze. "You are a naughty girl, you know that, right?" she asked playfully. Before I could answer, I felt a slap on my butt. Clara continued, giving me these soft, playful slaps on the butt. I heard a number of laughs, and could even see the smiles on everyone’s faces as I looked back at the crowd through my legs while I was receiving my public spanking. Her spanks didn't really hurt, but I nevertheless felt my bum getting hot and red. Clara then did to me what I never would have expected, she started inviting people over to take pictures with me in that revealing position! One person after another came over, stood on one side of my red butt while Clara stood on the other, and posed for pictures. It seemed like every person there was making sure to get a picture with my butt. One elderly lady stood beside me and gave me repeated slaps on my bum saying, “Naughty naughty girl, you have been so naughty,” while Clara laughed so hard she struggled to catch her breath while I just rolled my eyes. One guy, who had a big grin on his face, knelt down only a few feet behind me, and took what I could only imagine was a perfect picture from my feet to my butt, with my face clearly visible between my legs. He said “Smile!”, then after taking the picture, checked it on his phone, and said, “Wow, that’s a keeper! I may have it framed!” Despite being terribly embarrassed, I could not help, but let out a little laugh at his comment. Clara was also laughing, but then gave me a slap on the butt and said, “Shush now, and take your punishment.” Clara started asking if anyone else wanted a picture before she let poor little Linda go, and I heard a young female voice speak up, then run over giggling. She stood at my side, put both her hands on my butt, and posed for pictures. Then she pulled my butt cheeks apart! Oh god, what must the cameras be seeing now! Everyone can see my bum hole! Then the girl let go of my cheeks, and playfully started slapping and squeezing my butt, laughing the entire time. She then bent at the waist, and looked me straight in the face through my legs and said, “Hey Linda! It’s me Jennie from the coffee shop!” All I could think now was that Clara had really saved the most embarrassing moment for last. Jennie was the cute girl from the Starbucks a block away from my hotel. I visited that place twice a day for the last week and had gotten to know Jennie well. We flirted a lot, and she was a very bubbly, cute and fun girl. Jennie then smiled and said, “Hey, will you be coming in tomorrow for a coffee?” I said, “Uh, yeah, I will be there,” and Jennie said, “Great, see you then,” as if this was just a normal encounter, like we had just passed each other on the street. Jennie started to stand back up, then suddenly blurted out so that everyone could hear, “Wow, Linda you are really moist down there! Or should I say up there, hahaha,” she laughed. Yeah, thanks for pointing that out Jennie!, I thought. Clara asked for a final time, "Does anyone else want a picture with Linda?" It seemed that everyone had gotten their photo, and I thought I was done, but then Jennie spoke up again. Part 7 – The final humiliation "Well, yesterday Linda was telling me how flexible she was. She said she could even get her feet behind her head. I would like to see if that is true and get a picture with her in that pose!" Jennie giggled mischievously. I was horrified! What on earth is this girl thinking! It is true that I told her that, I was trying to impress her a bit, but this was not the moment to bring that up! Unfortunately, Clara seemed to like the idea. Clara grabbed me from behind in a bear hug, lifted me up from the bike (she was really strong!), turned me towards the crowd, and plopped me on the grass in front of the bike. "Well, Linda, your friend here has made a request," Clara was looking at me impatiently. "I can't do that!" I squealed. "You can't? Oh, so you lied yesterday?" Jennie looked at me with a fake pouty expression. "So you also lie, you naughty girl," Clara joined Jennie with a grin, as these two pretty girls ganged up on me. "No! I can do it, but..." I squealed, but before I could finish my words, Clara interrupted me, "Okay, great, she can do it," as she was gently but firmly pushing me to the ground by my shoulders. I was now sitting on the grass, with Clara and Jennie towering over me. Oh god, was I really going to do this? I had been embarrassed enough by this point, hadn't I? "Don't worry Linda, we'll help you," Jennie volunteered with a big grin, grabbed one of my legs, and started lifting it. Before I could react, Clara grabbed the other, and was also lifting it. Jennie moved to stand behind me, giving my back some support with her legs, as they continued pulling my legs up and back. I didn't resist. I resigned myself to this final humiliation. I was very embarrassed, but also kind of turned on by these two pretty girls manhandling me like this. Unfortunately, I really was very flexible, and without much struggle, the girls managed to get my feet behind my head. There, Jennie pushed the soles of my feet together while holding my ankles very tightly. I was locked in the pose. I must have looked ridiculous. My body was contorted and I was completely exposed. My pussy was gaping wide and my anus was clearly visible. I closed my eyes. I just wished I still had my mask on. "Open your eyes, Linda! Look at the cameras and smile!" Clara demanded. I opened my eyes and looked at the crowd. Some people were gasping in shock at my exposure, some were laughing at the ridiculous contorted pose I was locked in, and some seemed to be turned on by the sight before them. I did what Clara wanted. I looked straight into a camera and flashed my biggest smile. The cameras must have been clicking faster than I had ever seen. "So, since your hands are free, be a darling and pull your pussy wide open," Clara commanded. "No!" I shrieked. I felt my stomach turn. I tried to pull my legs back down, but Jennie’s grip on my ankles strengthened. I felt her nails digging into my skin, and my legs didn't move an inch. "Do it!" Clara insisted. Oh god, they really wanted me to do it! My heart was pounding like crazy. This was truly humiliating, but I had already gone so far, I was locked in this contorted pose from which I could not escape, and at this point I was really not thinking straight anymore... I caved in. With shaking hands I reached towards my groin, and gently but firmly put my fingers on my labia. I closed my eyes, and pulled my hands apart. I felt my pussy opening up, gaping wide at the crowd. "Further." Clara demanded. "And open your eyes." I pulled my pussy lips harder until it hurt a little, and forced myself to open my eyes and look at the crowd gawking at my displayed genitals. I cringed. They were all leaning in and having a really good look. Phones and cameras were aimed at exactly where you think they were, and the shutter sounds of pictures being taken let me know that I was being immortalized in this ridiculous pose – contorted with my feet behind my head, my nipples as hard as diamonds, my anus on clear display, my pussy being stretched as wide as possible, and my erect clit fully distinguishable and poking out. Eventually, Clara gave Jennie the sign to let go. Finally! Jennie released the grip on my ankles and stepped away, making me lose the support on my back. I quickly let go of my pussy lips, and tried to get my legs back down. I struggled to unhook my feet from behind my head, making me helplessly rock back and forth on my back, evoking laughter from the crowd. "Oh, jeesh, what would you do without us," Jennie giggled, and stepped closer again. She helped me to unhook my feet and then pulled me by my hands to help me stand up. I could not believe what I had just done! I felt my heart beating like I had just run a marathon. The mixture of excitement and shame was definitely leaning towards shame right now. Clara addressed the crowd, “Ok, everyone, I think my new friend Linda has proved she was truly sorry, and we are even now.” Despite my humiliation I was happy that I made things right. Clara must have been really embarrassed by what I did earlier, and I was happy to see that she had forgiven me. “Ok, everyone, let's have a final round of applause for Linda,” Clara wrapped up the show. Everyone clapped and cheered for one last time. People started to leave the park and head their separate ways. "See you tomorrow at the coffee shop, Linda!" Jennie waved at me and winked as she headed off. Clara approached me. She pulled me close in a tight hug, and said, “Wow, you really were so concerned about my feelings you were willing to endure so much embarrassment, you really are a sweet thing.” I looked Clara in the eyes and said, “I am truly sorry for causing you so much embarrassment!” Clara smiled at me, leaned down, and then whispered in my ear something I will never forget, “Oh honey, I was not embarrassed when you sucked my nipple, not in the slightest, I just wanted to mess with you, which has been SOOOO much fun!!!” I was completely shocked. Clara let me go, climbed on her bike, and rode away, letting out a final wicked laugh. I just stood there alone, naked in the park for a minute, coming to the realization I had just been had! Part 8 – Epilogue Part 1 – Back in the office I returned to the office the following Monday. I was feeling refreshed by my vacation and ready to get back to work. Everyone at the office was happy to see me. Sophie approached me first and we had a little chat about my vacation, and then I talked to a few other people. I mostly talked about the two big cities that I had also visited. The WNBR event was going to stay my little secret! I also brought a few pictures from the two cities and put them on our travel photos wall. I did some work on my computer, then went to get myself a coffee from the office kitchen. As I was walking past Katy's desk, she gestured to me to come closer. She had a big grin on her face. I walked up to the front of her desk, and she looked at me and asked, "So how was your little vacation?" I just smiled and said, "It was really nice." Katy gave me a sly grin and asked, "So that’s all you have to tell me, just that it was "nice"?" I stammered, a bit worried, “Uh, yeah, why, did you hear something?” Katy kept prodding me, "Oh, so there "was" something?" I just stayed silent and Katy continued, "So, maybe you can explain this picture I found on Twitter... on the World Naked Bike Ride’s official Twitter feed?" My heart dropped. Katy motioned for me to come behind her desk. I felt myself starting to sweat. Katy turned the monitor of her computer towards me. Wow, my knees went weak, I just let out a little gasp! To explain what we were looking at, the picture was a profile of me when I was bent over the bike. The photographer had been kneeling on the ground, looking straight down the bike from the back tire. It showed my side, my legs stretching from the ground on one side of the bike, up to my butt in the air on the bike seat, to my outstretched hands down to the ground on the other side. At the time I was there I was so focused on my predicament that I did not even realize this picture had been taken. The picture was taken in glorious HD by one of the official photographers. Behind me you could clearly see Clara with a huge smile on her face. The picture was taken at the exact moment her hand connected with my ass. On the other side of the picture you could very clearly see my red face as my head was turned towards the camera, my mouth was wide open and the shocked look in my eyes said it all. The picture was perfectly placed. Since it was my profile, none of my private bits were showing, my arms hid my nipples, and all you saw of my ass was the side. So, technically, the picture showed no nudity and was allowed to be shared on social media, even though it did show I was obviously completely naked. Katy stared at the picture with me for a while and then read out the caption, "Clara claims this year's nude bike ride victim, a sweet little tourist named Linda!" With a satisfied grin Katy gloated, "So, your little vacation was just "nice"?" I was left speechless, I just did not know how to respond. "Oh, Olivia, come over here!" Katy called out. I gasped again. Katy is going to expose me to the whole office! This is just like that time when I ripped my pants and she made sure the whole office knew. Only this time it is infinitely more embarrassing! Olivia came over, and her eyes went big as she saw what was on the monitor. "Linda, is that you?!" she looked at me in shock, "Oh my god, Steve, come over here!" she shrieked. Steve approached us and spit out his coffee when he looked at the screen. "Am I seeing what I think I am seeing?" he didn't believe his eyes. I wanted the ground to swallow me. Tom, Macy and John were just walking down the hallway and saw the four of us gathered around Katy's desk. "What are you guys doing?" Tom asked as the three of them approached us. Oh my god, seriously, everyone is going to see this! Macy left out a little shriek, John almost fell over, and Tom just stood there with an open mouth. "What-what is this?" Tom stammered. I was still speechless, but internally I was screaming. "It's Linda's vacation!" Katy snickered, "She sure is a secret daredevil!" "More like a secret exhibitionist!" Olivia called out and the group laughed. "And she didn't say a thing about this! She just went on and on about that boring museum!" John was almost judging me for not sharing this to them incredibly funny but to me incredibly embarrassing adventure. "What on earth is going on in this picture?" Steve was staring only a few inches from the screen. "It's the World Naked Bike Ride, and for some reason Linda is getting spanked," Katy explained, the grin never having left her face. "So what happened Linda?" Tom demanded an answer. All eyes were now on me. I felt my face was going as red as a tomato. I knew they were not going to let me go without a satisfactory explanation. And so I told them I had booked my vacation in England to join the World Naked Bike Ride without anyone I know recognizing me. I told them I had wanted to try out something exciting (and left out that I had had public nudity fantasies for a while and all those stories I had read!). I told them I had offended a girl there and that she had spanked me as a punishment (and left out that I sucked on her tit and the rest of my punishment!). The group was laughing like crazy when I finished my story. Thankfully, they didn't dig much more into what exactly had happened. Suddenly, I saw Katy doing something with the printer behind me. She was changing the paper, then clicked a few buttons. Out came a picture on a large glossy photographic paper. It was of course the picture of me bent over the bike with my ass in the air and with a shocked expression on my face. "To the travels wall!" Katy exclaimed with the photo held up high in the air. The rest of the group and I followed her. She smacked the large photo right in the middle of the travels wall and attached it with some tape. "There! Much less boring than the photos you brought, Linda!" she laughed. I hated her. She was purposefully trying to embarrass me as much as possible. She had always been a bit mean, but me winning the vacation that she had wanted must have really pissed her off. The rest of the group just thought that this was hilarious. "Nice! There will always be a full moon in the office!" Steve joked, and I gave him a dirty look while the rest of the group laughed. "Tom, is this really appropriate?" I asked, trying to get the boss on my side, while my face still looked like a tomato. "I don't see what would be the problem, none of the important bits are visible!" he answered, not understanding or not caring how embarrassing this was for me! So the photo stayed. We went back to work. Every now and then I would get a teasing comment or an inappropriate joke from someone when they walked past my desk. I went red every time! At the end of the day I just wanted to rip that photo off the wall and cut into a bunch of tiny pieces, but they would just print a new one, and give me a talking to for being a bad sport. Part 9 – Epilogue part 2 – Everything exposed My little adventure really backfired, didn't it? I felt really stupid and terribly embarrassed, but at least the worst was over, right? Unfortunately not. The next morning I woke up and was getting ready for work. I checked my emails on my phone while I prepared my breakfast. My heart dropped when I saw the subject of one of the emails. It was from Katy and the subject read "How Linda spent her vacation". It was sent late last night. I opened it. It was sent to everybody in the office. It read "So, after Linda described her little adventure earlier today, I was curious and did some more research online. She left out quite a bit of detail from her story! Luckily, there are pictures of the whole ordeal. You won't believe what you will see! She is a total exhibitionist! I collected the best pictures and you can see them here:". Below was a link to an online photo album. I clicked on it. My knees went weak. It was horrible. First, there were a few photos of me with my cat woman mask and purple wig on, riding the bike and posing for photos. Then a photo of me sucking on Clara's boob. Then me taking off my mask. A close up of my face. Yep, it was me. You could even see my pores, the photo was that good! Then multiple full-frontal shots without the mask with my face fully visible! Full nudity, close ups of my face, my boobs, my bush! Then a photo of me showing my big butt and looking over my shoulder. A close up of my ass. You could even see a few pimples that I had on my ass! All of the photos were crystal clear, people must have had some really good cameras! I kept scrolling. Me bouncing my boobs up and down. Me pulling on my nipples. Me squeezing my tits together. Me sucking on my own boob. This is so humiliating! Me bent over the bike from behind. A photo from up close from my feet to my butt with my face looking through my legs, my pussy from behind clearly visible. My red ass after the spanking. Jennie pulling my butt cheeks apart, my anus on display. A close up so that you could count every wrinkle of my puckered asshole. I thought I was going to faint. Me sitting contorted on the grass, my feet behind my head. Me pulling my pussy lips as far as they go with a big smile on my face and looking directly at the camera. A close up shot of my stretched out gaping pussy, a truly gynecological view. I dropped my phone. I didn't pick it up, I just stared into the distance. Was my little adventure really worth it? A moment of excitement for permanent shame. I knew I was going to be the laughing stock at the office. I put on my big girl pants and went to work. I entered the office building. As I was going up the stairs, I walked past John. He only said "Hello, Linda!" with a knowing smile. I went past the office kitchen and overheard a conversation. It was Olivia and Macy. "Oh my god, and did you see that bush? What does she think, that it is still the 80s?" Olivia joked and both girls laughed. Great, now they are mocking my grooming habits, I thought to myself. "Seriously, it's like the Amazon forest!" Macy didn't hold back, and they laughed again. That wasn't even true! I trimmed every now and then and it wasn't that big! "For her birthday we should get her a gift card for a waxing salon!" Olivia laughed mischievously. Awesome, they'll even remind me of this on my birthday! I continued walking towards my desk. I sat down and turned on my computer. I heard Steve and Zoe walking down the hallway, talking loudly and laughing out loud. "I know! And did you see those nipples? You could cut diamonds with those things! She must have been so turned on!" Zoe was giggling. Oh god, why are they talking about this! "She definitely was! You could see that she was wet down there!" Steve agreed. "Yep! She is a total exhibitionist!" Zoe continued. I cringed. They walked past me and realized that I overheard their conversation. They looked at each other. "Whoopsy," they laughed surprised as they quickly continued walking past me. Me and my embarrassing vacation really were the main topic of conversation in the office today. I could only hope that people will soon forget about it. I got on with my work. I filled out a few reports, and then went to get myself a coffee. I walked past Sophie. She smiled, "I see you are wearing clothes today Linda!" Even Sophie, who was the nicest person at the office, was making fun of me! I was walking down the hall when I saw John, Richard and David having a heated discussion. "Yes, I counted it! There are 14 wrinkles on her asshole!" Richard asserted confidently. What the fuck! What is wrong with them! My face was going red. Why are they talking about this!? "Are you sure? I counted 13," David disagreed. "Come on guys!" John just laughed, "Are we really debating this?" At least someone thought this was weird! "Yes, we must get to the bottom of this!" Richard didn't back down. He opened the gallery on his computer, clicked on one of the photos, and zoomed in on the shot of my spread open butt cheeks. "One... two... three..." he started counting. I couldn't listen to this. Hopefully, they'll get it out of their system soon. I kept walking. I got into the kitchen and made myself a coffee. I took the cup and went back to my desk through the main area. I walked past the travel wall. I looked at it, searching for that embarrassing Twitter photo that had revealed my misadventure. What I saw made my stomach turn. There were four more large photos on the wall, surrounding yesterday's picture. A full-frontal of me with my hands on my hips, legs shoulder width apart. My nipples and pussy were covered with three yellow smiley faces over them. A close-up photo of my face and my boob as I was sucking on it while looking at the camera. My nipple was in my mouth, so no censorship necessary. A photo of me bent over the bike from behind, looking between my legs. My butt cheeks spread wide by Jennie. Smiley faces over my anus, over my pussy, and over each nipple. A photo of me contorted with my feet behind my head, stretching my pussy lips wide, smiling directly into the camera. Smiley faces over my anus, my nipples, my pussy (but not the stretched out lips!). My knees went weak. I almost dropped my coffee. I stepped closer. I examined the smiley faces that were used for censorship. I could just hear Tom saying, "Oh, as long as all the important bits are covered, it's no big deal!" The smiley faces were cutouts of post-it notes attached to the photos. You could easily remove them whenever you wanted. And I knew people would constantly remove some whenever they wanted to tease me. I realized that I will forever be reminded of my embarrassing vacation. The End

The New Swimsuit byGary_X_November© Oahu was beautiful his time of the year, or so we'd been told: We were just finishing Day Two of our honeymoon, and we hadn't hit the beach -- or even the hotel restaurant -- yet. Room service kept us fed as as for our other needs, well, you know... During a break in the action, Kari rolled over to her side, snuggled her chest against me, and said, "Danny, would you find me sexier if I weren't so flat?" "What? No, of course not. And besides, if I found you any sexier, I'd be dead by now." "That's sweet. I think. But weren't you the least bit disappointed the first time you talked me out of my shirt and got a look at these minus-A cup breasts?" I leaned over and kissed each of her nipples, and felt her shiver. I'd never been with a woman who had such sensitive nipples. "No," I told her. "What's this all about?" "You're going to think it's silly." "Probably, yeah. No, I'm sorry. Seriously, tell me what's bothering you." "We've never been to a beach together." "Okay, I suppose that's true. So?" "So tomorrow we'll be down there," she said, gesturing toward the balcony and the beach beyond, "and it'll be filled with big-breasted girls in skimpy bikinis." "And I'll only have eyes for you." "Okay, I'll have eyes for all of them. I'm married, not dead. But you're the only one I' want to take back with me when it's all over. I love you, and I love your breasts." She crossed her arms over her chest and lay back down. "Okay," she said, clearly not convinced. ****** I was alone in the room when I woke up the next morning. A few minutes later, Kari returned to the room carrying a bag from the hotel gift shop. "Swimwear," she said, swinging the bag at me. As if she hadn't already packed enough for three honeymoons; but I was just happy she seemed to be over her beach insecurity. "Let me see." "Nuh-uh. You'll see it on me when we get there." ****** We went downstairs for breakfast, then came back to the room to change for the beach. Kari changed in the bathroom. I was more than curious by this point, especially when she came out wearing a knee-length jersey over her suit, but I figured I'd see it soon enough. She took a Hawaii Islanders baseball cap from the hotel bag and bundled her hair under it so none of it stuck out. I grabbed a couple of beach towels, and the sunscreen, and off we went. It was a warm morning so even though the beach wouldn't get crowded for a few hours, people were already out. Including big-breasted girls in skimpy bikinis, but I tried not to stare. We found ourselves a spot at the far end of the beach, where we'd be less likely to be bothered by teenagers chasing Frisbees or families with radios. Also, if Kari's new swimsuit was anything like I was hoping for, I'd prefer not to have too many people around to gawk. I spread out the towels, and watched as she began to lift the jersey. Was I about to see her in a thong? She was wearing knee-length trunks, similar to mine. What the hell...? The she pulled the jersey the rest of the way off, and I saw that she wasn't wearing any top. I grabbed one of the towels and draped it around her shoulders. "Kari, what are you doing? This isn't a topless beach." She took the towel off, shook it clean, spread it back out on the sand, and lay down on her stomach. "Relax, Danny. With my hair under my hat, and my flat chest, who's going to know I'm not a guy? Okay, maybe a guy with girlish features, but it wouldn't occur to anybody that I'm a girl." "Relax," she said again. "And put some lotion on my back so I don't burn." By the time I finished rubbing lotion into my wife's naked back on a public beach, I was more aroused than I'd been at any time since we'd gotten to Hawaii -- which was saying a lot. If she was lying on her stomach to conceal her breasts, I was going to be lying on my stomach to hide my erection. The blood had barely receded from my cock half an hour later when Kari said, "Enough sun on my back. Time to turn over." "Time to WHAT?" She flipped over to her back. "Kari!" "Shhh. I'm trying to prove a point." "This is a public beach. You can't lie out here like that." "Come on. When I'm on my back, my boobs are flattened even more than they are normally. With these shorts, nobody will suspect I'm a girl. Look around, half of the guys on the beach have bigger boobs than me. And you have no idea how much more comfortable this is than having strings and fabric tied around my chest." She looked over at my cock, pushing out against my trunks "Though YOU might want to wait a few minutes before lying on your back." Over the next few minutes, several people passed us and barely gave Kari a second glance. If they wondered about the two of us lying next to one another, they probably assumed we were a gay couple, which didn't bother me. I began to relax. More importantly, my cock began to relax. The she said "Danny, I don't want to burn. Can you put some lotion on my front?" I got on my knees next to her and spread the lotion over her abdomen. "Don't forget my breasts, Danny." I began to massage her breasts with the lotion, and I didn't know whether I was going to come in my swimsuit or if my cock was going to burst through it. Kari seemed amused by my discomfort; well, two can play at that game. I rubbed the lotion hard into her nipples and they became hard and erect like little pencil erasers -- not so little, actually, compared to her small breasts. After a few seconds she was already close to an orgasm, and it certainly didn't look as much like a boy's chest now. "You've proven your point," I said hoarsely. "You fooled everybody. But if we don't get back to our room in five minutes and I'm going rip your shorts off and fuck the hell out of you right here, and that'll blow your disguise. And you're so horny right now, you'll let me." Without another word we both jumped to our feet. I grabbed our room key and we dashed back to the hotel leaving everything else behind, including the jersey she'd used as a cover-up. We were all over one another in the elevator -- fortunately we were alone -- and we made it to our room just in time. After a quick, hard fuck that left us both exhausted, I told Kari she was right that in the right circumstances she could pass for a a boy -- but I was also right when I'd said that large-breasted or small, she was the hottest girl on the beach. The New Swimsuit Ch. 02 Alix was on the phone with her sister Kari for more than an hour -- which I guess isn't surprising, since Kari just got back from her honeymoon. When she jumped up, she had a funny grin on her face. "What's up?" I asked. "You'll never guess what Kari did on her honeymoon," she said. "I probably can, and I assume Dan was doing it too." "That's not what I meant. She told me she went topless on the beach. Hey," she added quickly,"you're imagining my sister topless now. Stop that." "You brought up the subject," I said, still thinking about my sister-in-law's tiny breasts. I'd seen her in t-shirts and swimsuits enough times to know she was even flatter than Alix, and I always had a thing for small-breasted women. "So what's unusual about that?" I asked. "I figured there'd be topless beaches in Hawaii." "Rob, it wasn't a topless beach. There were no topless beaches where they were." "Run that by me again?" "I don't know how she got up the nerve, but she bought herself a pair of men's swim trunks, pushed her hair under a baseball cap, and went out on the beach like that. Everybody just figured she was a guy." "Wow," I said, then had to ask: "She laid down on her back too?" "Yes. And that made her look even flatter, of course." "And Dan was okay with this?" "Maybe I shouldn't be telling you all this," Alix said. I stepped in front of her and pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her own tiny breasts. "Yes you should," I said. "He was surprised, but then he was hot as hell." I put my hands on Alix's tiny breasts. "I can imagine," I said. "And then he started putting sun cream on her chest, on her breasts." "That's hot," I said, lightly pinching Alix's hard nipples. "And by then Kari's nipples were so swollen, she didn't think she could hide the fact that she was a girl anymore..." [I was pinching Alix's nipples hard now, imagining Kari's] "... and Dan said in another minute he was going to pull off her bathing suit and fuck her right there on the beach, and he said she was so horny she would let him." "Did he?" "He might have, but they both got up, left everything behind on the beach including her cover-up, and ran back to the hotel, Kari still topless, and she thinks they were both naked before they even got into their room." There may have been more to the story, but I never heard it: I yanked Alix's shorts and panties down below her knees, pulled us both down to the carpet, opened my own shorts just enough to free my cock, and started furiously fucking her until we both came loudly. ****** Having Alix sunbathe topless remained a fantasy we talked about for the next couple of weeks, but it wasn't likely to be something she could pursue even if she had the nerve: we lived in Missouri, far from any beach, and we certainly didn't have the money to fly out to Hawaii like Kari and Dan. Then one particularly warm night at about 1am, when the bedroom fan wasn't doing enough to male sleeping easy and we both found ourselves awake, I said "Let's go out in the back yard for a bit; maybe there'll be a breeze." I pulled my shorts on and so did she, and when she reached for her shirt, I put my hand on her arm. "Don't." "Don't?" "Think of it as practice." "I don't know..."she said slowly. "Alix, if you can't go topless in the middle of the night in your own back yard, how will you ever do it on a beach?" Not that there was ever a serious possibility that she'd get to go topless on a beach, but this was enough to convince her. We walked out the back door -- I noticed she kept her right arm casually draped across her chest, but pretended I hadn't seen it -- and found a nice spot in the middle of our yard. I was thankful I'd put the work into making sure we had a nice back lawn. I lay down on my back, on the grass. "I don't know," Alix said. "There could be bugs and stuff in the grass. I don't want to put my naked back on that." "Wimp," I said, taking her left hand and pulling her down with me. "Lie your head on my chest. That way none of your skin will be touching the grass." Well, except for her bare lower legs, but she didn't seem to be concerned with that. She stretched out on the grass with her head resting on me. I gently pushed her right arm away from her chest, completely exposing her breasts to the summer breeze, and wrapped my arm around her just under the ribcage. "Feels nice out here?" I asked her after a bit. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, it does." After a few minutes, I moved my arm a little higher on her chest. It was relaxing lying out here, but it was also pretty sexy looking at my wife's naked breasts in the moonlight. Alix took a quick, deep breath as my arm moved closer to those breasts, and I knew she felt the same way. To be honest, I was thinking about not only Alix lying topless on the beach, but Kari as well. I didn't feel at all guilty, because I suspected Alix was fantasizing about lying topless on the beach while dozens of strange men walked by, looking at her breasts and not realizing she was a woman lying half naked in public. Hell, I was fantasizing about her lying topless on the beach while dozens of strange men walked by, looking at her breasts and not realizing she was a woman lying half naked in public. "You realize of course that at the beach, you won't be able to lie on me like this. Not if you want people to assume you're a man." "I know." "And I won't be able to do this," I added, brushing my arm over her nipples. "Mmm," she said. "Maybe you should, we'd draw quite a crowd." "You'd let me do that?" I said. "How about this?" I began pinching her hardening nipples. I don't think anything gets her aroused as much as having her nipples pinched. "Sure," she teased, gripping my cock through my shorts. "And long as you don't mind me doing this. Oh, somebody's hard!" "Get up here," I said, pulling her on top of me. "Are you sure?" she asked, looking around as she sat up, nestling against my cock. "Nobody can see us," I said, pushing the crotch of her shorts and panties to the side. She yanked down my shorts just enough to free my already-hard cock, raised her body a few inches, then thrust herself down on me, gasping as I filled her wet pussy. Whatever brief hesitation she'd felt was gone, and she rode me with abandon. She was almost naked on a warm summer night, her nipples hardening like a pair of watermelon seeds, and she'd never looked sexier to me. "I bet we can't do this on the beach," I said, as she pumped by cock into her pussy faster and faster. "Oh god!" she sighed, obviously thinking about that. She grabbed her nipples and pinched them hard as she came, loudly. God knows what the neighbors thought if they heard that. Hopefully they all had their windows shut and their air conditioners on. I turned Alix onto her back, pulled her shorts and panties off, and pushed back into her. She didn't even notice that she was lying naked on the grass as I fucked her like a wild man. "Rob" she said loudly, "Rob, you're going to make me cum again. You're going to make me cum again." I was incapable of any response other than grunting. "Fuck, oh fuck," Alix said, "I'm going to huh-huh-huh..." She put a hand to her mouth to muffle her scream as she came again, and her pussy tightened and I came so hard I felt a little faint, shooting load after load into her. Then as we were still catching our breath, we scooped up Alix's shorts and panties and ran inside. ****** The rest of the week we both came home from work so late, and exhausted, that we not only had any no sexual contact, but never got to discuss what we'd done outside. Honestly, I wasn't sure what I'd say: maybe Alix felt so weirded out by what we'd done, it would be better for me to just stay quiet. Then Saturday night, at about 1 in the morning, she shook me awake. She was standing by my side of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of plain pink panties, and carrying a large towel. "Mmm?" I asked. "Let's go back to the beach," she said. "Sure thing," I said, following her outside into the warm summer night, marveling at how comfortable she seemed to be walking around almost naked. She spread out the beach blanket, and we lay down next to one another. We had a waning moon this weekend, so I couldn't see her as well as last time, but it was still sexy as hell watching her lying there in nothing but a small pair of panties. And yeah, I admit it, when I squinted I could sort of see Kari lying there next to her. I'd never been outside in just my boxers, of course, and the feel of the breeze gusting up the underwear's loose legs was... interesting. "You know," I teased her after a while, "when we have you lying topless on the beach, you'll never fool anybody into thinking you're not a woman if they see those cute little panties." "You're right," she said. She slipped off the panties, and lay stretched out on the blanket, completely naked. "That better?" she asked. "Yeah," I said, cupping her pussy in my hand. "Now they'll definitely be fooled." "Mmm," she said, as I softly stroked her pussy. She was already very wet. She slipped a hand up the leg of my boxers, and gripped my cock. "Uhhhh," I said softly, feeling myself starting to leak precum and feeling her massaging my hard cock with it. "Oh," I said, "that's good..." I was already so close to cumming, and she knew it. She pulled her hand out of my boxers and rolled around and got on all fours, inviting me to fuck her doggy-style. I stripped off my boxers, moved behind her, and thrust my cock deep inside her. "Oh god," she said. "Alix, you feel so hot," I said, fucking her wildly, trying to last. "Harder, do me harder. Fuck me!" I reached around and grabbed her small, hard nipples as I pounded into her, imagining we were on a beach and everybody was watching us fuck. She gave a shout of "Ahhh!" as soon as I pinched her, and then starting moaning "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" with every stroke. "I have to cum, I have to cum," I said, and she came first, screaming "Oh!!!" into the still summer night. I didn't last more than a second or two after that, shooting several loads of hot cum into my still-quivering wife. ****** Over the next couple of weeks, we had three more late-night outdoor-sex sessions, each one initiated by Alix asking, playfully, if I wanted to go to the beach with her. She walked outside topless each time, but now she was wearing bikini bottoms instead of panties, to stick with the "beach" motif. By now, what we were going had less and less to do with Dan and Kari's sexy Hawaii adventure but, you know, who cared? My beautiful wife was going out to the back yard with me, almost naked, and we were fucking right out there in the open. And came the first weekend in August. A town about an hour south of ours was having a big antiques- and crafts-fair, with booths scattered across about a mile-long area. This artsy stuff is really more Alix's thing than mine, but I went with her because that's just the sort of great husband I am. Even though we were dressed for walking rather than style -- caps, old t-shirts, cargo shorts, sturdy sneakers -- we were pretty well tired out after a couple of hours. By one of the entrances to the town park, there was a stand selling ice cream, so we bought ourselves some treats and strolled into the park. We found a quiet spot away from large families and teenagers throwing Frisbees, sat on the grass, and ate. I finished first, and took off my shirt, rolled it up, and used it as a pillow, half-dozing in the late afternoon sun as Alix continued to work on her ice cream cone. "Shit!" I almost jumped as Alix's cursing shook me out of peaceful stupor. "What happened?" I asked, sitting up, then noticed that a big blob of ice cream had fallen onto Alix's t-shirt. "Well," I said, tugging playfully at the bottom of her t-shirt, "I guess you'll just have to take it off." "Stop it," she said, laughing. "Though you know..." I said slowly. "I don't like where this is going," she said, though still smiling. "You did say you wanted to try what Kari did. And you're wearing the same kind of shorts I am, you're not wearing any make-up, you can stuff your hair under your cap..." "I couldn't. Rob, that's just a fantasy. Although," she added with a twinkle in her eye, "if you want to take me to Hawaii..." "Well," I said with a shrug, "can't blame a guy for trying." She gave me a look I couldn't quite read. "You'd really want me to do that?" "If you were comfortable with it, yeah." We both looked around; there was nobody within 50 yards of us. "You said Kari got away with it with people walking right past them," I added. "We'll see," she said with a smile. She stretched out on the grass, on her stomach, then pulled her t-shirt about three quarters of the way up, exposing most of her back while keeping a layer of t-shirt between her breasts and the grass. "That's nice," she said, feeling the sun against her skin. Oh well... I hadn't really expected to see her bare breasts in the middle of the part, regardless of how secluded an area we were lying in. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the feel of the sun on my own skin. I'm not sure how long I had my eyes closed, but when I opened them, Alix was still on her front -- but her shirt was completely off, spread underneath her so her bare chest wouldn't be touching the grass. Of course she wasn't exposing anything more than any woman does when she unties her bikini top while sunbathing -- but her bare back combined with the knowledge that her shirt was completely off, made it somehow a lot sexier. "Nice," I said. "Thanks," she said with a smile. Then, after looking around to make sure nobody was nearby, she turned on her side facing me for just a few seconds, showing me her bare chest. "How's this?" she asked. "Wow," I said. She rolled back onto her front. "Tease!" I said. She looked around again, then turned back on her side. "You like me better like this?" she asked. I reached toward her chest, and she grabbed the t-shirt and used it to cover her breasts. "Not now," she said. "Why not? Nobody's around." "My nipples will get all hard." "Okay," I said, having no idea why this would be a bad thing. "I won't be able to fool anybody," she said. I shook my head, totally lost. She took off her cap, shoved her long hair forward, and pulled the cap back on, hiding her hair. She took off her sock and sneakers, shoving her pink socks inside the shoes. "Kari better not have been bullshitting me with that story," she said, lying down on her back. Holy shit. My wife was lying topless in the grass in the middle of a public park. Her breasts were flattened even more than usual since she was lying on her back, but I was fantasizing a number of ways I could show everybody in the park that she was a woman: I wanted to lean over her and suck hard on her nipples, making them swell up and become hard as little rocks. I wanted to pull down her shorts, leaving her wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of red bikini panties. Hell, I wanted to turn her over, rip off my own clothing, and fuck her right in front of God and nature. What I did do, though, was turn myself over: there was no way I could lie on my back, with how hard my cock was. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could still watch my wife. After a few minutes she seemed pretty relaxed (or at least as relaxed as you could expect, considering she'd never been this exposed in public before)... and then we both noticed a couple in their late 30s or so -- about ten years older than us -- walking in our direction. "I'm going to turn around," Alix said quickly. "No," I said, "Just relax. They have no reason to suspect anything." She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep in the sun. The couple walked by us, not fifteen feet away. The man gave me a friendly nod, and barely gave Alix a glance. His wife (or girlfriend) did a quick double-take when she saw Alix, then gave me a quick conspiratorial nod. She knew. But she wasn't about to tell her guy that he'd just walked past a topless woman without noticing. "They're gone," I told Alix. She opened her eyes. "They didn't suspect a thing," I assured her. So when, ten minutes later, a college-aged boy ran by us chasing after a Frisbee, she stayed perfectly calm -- except for the fact that he almost tripped over her, that is. He really didn't suspect a thing. I wondered whether it even counts as exhibitionism if nobody knows you're exposing anything. And then suddenly somebody approached us from the side. "Rob! Funny seeing you here," Cal said. "Here for the fair, I guess?" Two somebodies, actually: Cal and Patty, casual friends in their early 20s who lived across the street from us. "And... Alix??" Cal continued. When my wife Alix's sister was honeymooning in Hawaii recently, she got it into her head to wear just a pair of man's swim trunks, and see whether anybody noticed she was a topless woman. Since both sisters have very small breasts, she actually got away with it: until her husband, horny as hell watching his wife exposed on a public beach, threatened to tear her trunks off and fuck her right there. Alix and I fantasized about her doing something similar, but there were two roadblocks: she didn't think she'd have the nerve to try it, and we lived hundreds of miles from the nearest beach. Then one afternoon we found ourselves in a park a good distance from home, Alix realized she was wearing what looked like a pair of man's shorts, and she decided to tuck her hair under her cap and go for it. We were in a fairly secluded area of the park, and the few people who passed us by didn't (for the most part) think we were anything other than two guys sunning themselves. Until Cal and Patty, who lived across the street from us, happened to walk by. "Rob!" Cal said, recognizing me. And then, noticing my wife, "Alix??" Alix was too mortified to even remember to cover herself up. And Cal, apparently, forgot that it was impolite to stare. Alix told me afterward that she could see Cal's dick harden under his shorts, which is something I really did not need to know, and that knowing that a casual friend was looking at her naked tits got her so hot, her nipples began to harden. I did notice her nipples hardening. Alix tried to explain about her sister and Hawaii, but she wasn't being entirely coherent. Patty didn't seem to know whether she should be telling her husband to stop staring. For my part, especially from my vantage point down on the grass next to Alix, I couldn't help noticing that Patty's shorts were pretty damn short, and that she had the legs to carry it off. Cal and Patty were in their early 20s, just a few years younger than we were. "Well," I said unnecessarily, "this is a bit awkward." Patty looked around, satisfied herself that nobody was nearby, then grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up to her neck, yanking her bra off her breasts at the same time. They were impressively large and firm. A few seconds later, she covered herself back up. "There," she said. "now we're even." "I can't believe you did that!" Cal said once he was able to speak. "I'm sorry," Patty said, with a nervous laugh. "I should have asked you first. Are you angry?" "I don't suppose I have the right to be," he said with a smile. "Just don't make a habit out of it." "You're the first man I've flashed since I met Cal," Patty told me. "I'm honored," I said, at the same time Alix responded "Same here." Alix told me afterward that even when Cal wasn't looking straight at her, she could tell he had her eyes on her naked tits; and she was grateful she was wearing loose khaki shorts, because her pussy was dripping like crazy. "I guess we should get going," Cal said after a song silence. "No, you know what," Patty said, "I wouldn't mind getting some sun myself." "But, umm," Cal said. "I think what your husband is trying to say," Alix said to Patty, "and he's afraid of offending me, is that you don't have little-girl tits like me, so you can't just lie here half naked." "You know he likes your tits just fine, though: he hasn't stopped staring at them since we got here. And today, I wish mine were more like yours. But," she said, and reached into the back of her t-shirt to unclasp her bra. A few more contortions under her shirt from various directions, and she pulled her bra out of her shirt through the left arm sleeve. Then, after again making sure nobody was around, she pulled off her t-shirt, laid it out on the ground, and quickly laid down on it on her front, the way Alix had done with hers. I only got to see Patty's breasts for a couple of seconds, but it was a nice sight. (Of course, unlike Alix's, which remained completely hidden under her body, Patty's spilled out a bit on either side) Alix turned onto her front as well, so the show really was over. It was disappointing,but understandable: it was sexy seeing her exposed like that, but she didn't want her small tits to burn. The women both stretched out to get comfortable, obviously not intending to stir for a while. Patty had her legs so far apart that anybody right behind her (which unfortunately I wasn't) could probably look straight up her short shorts to her panties (if indeed she was wearing any). Since we weren't going anywhere, I took off my own shirt, and gently rubbed Alix's bare back. "That's so nice," she said softly. "Don't stop." "What's nice?" Patty asked, half asleep. "Rob's rubbing Alix's back," Cal said. "I want," Patty said, and Cal began caressing her. She sighed, and her body relaxed completely. For the next few minutes, I ran my hand lightly across Alix's back, from her shoulder blades down to the waistband of her shorts, and Cal was doing the same to Patty. Then he caught my attention, and with a mischievous grin, gestured with a nod toward his wife's back. Hoping this wasn't something we'd live to regret, I quickly switched places with him and began rubbing Patty's back while he took over on Alix. It was fun having my hand on a woman other than my wife, even if it was all very innocent (though hopefully Alix and Patty would see it that way if they suddenly opened their eyes). Well, maybe not quite so innocent: when he didn't think I was looking, Cal slipped a couple of fingers about an inch under the waistband of Alix's shorts. Not far enough to come anywhere close to her ass, of course, but still... So when I was sure Cal wasn't looking, I let my hand wander down Alix's side until I was giving a quick stroke to the side of her breast. "Mmm," she whispered very softly. "Nice. But not in front of Alix and Rob." A moment later, Alix said "Can you rub the back of my legs? They're a little sore from all the walking." Cal looked over at me (fortunately I'd just removed my hand from the side of his wife's breast), shrugged, and began working his ways up Alix's legs using both hands. "Just like that," she said. I moved between Patty's legs and began lightly massaging them, also from the ankles up.  When Cal got to the baggy leg holes of Alix's shorts, he let his fingers side up under them, and she didn't object. I got the better end of the deal, though: Alix's shorts were kind of long, and I doubted he made any contact with her panties: Patty's shorts were so brief, my fingertips brushed against the bottom of her bare ass, and I could see what looked like the edge of bikini panties. I was very aware that if I slid my fingers over, I'd make contact with what might well be a very wet pussy. And I felt her push back just a bit, as if she wanted me to. I was pushing my luck as it was, of course. I guess Cal felt the same way, even though he didn't realize I'd taken much greater liberties with his wife than he had with mine. "We should probably get going," he said sort of suddenly, taking his hand out of Alix's shorts.. I quickly withdrew my hand as well. "Oh, do we have to?" Patty asked. "That was starting to feel real good." Yeah, we should get out of here before Cal wonders what was starting to feel real good. While Patty was putting herself together – sliding her bra under her body without getting up, fastening it, then sitting up to slip on her t-shirt -- Cal asked us whether we had any plans for dinner. We hadn't given it much thought, what with the heat and traveling to the craft show, and he asked us if we wanted to pop by for barbeque: nothing fancy, just burgers and corn-on-the-cob, some salad... and we were welcome to bring a six-pack.  ****** Turned out, we started in on the beer first: it was still too warm to fire up the grill. We just laid around for a while getting acquainted (one might argue that you usually get acquainted with people before you look at each other's wife's breasts): we'd been in their back yard only once before, a couple of summers ago during a neighborhood barbecue. Patty was wearing the same short shorts as this afternoon, but her shirt (and apparently her bra as well) had been replaced by a very light sleeveless top. Alix had replaced her long, baggy shorts with a pair that was almost as short as Patty's. Cal and I were both glancing appreciatively at their legs. "That's new, isn't it?" Alix asked, gesturing at the swimming pool. ""Yeah," Cal said, "we just put it in this spring." Alix went over to the edge, scooped up some water in her hand, and brushed it across her forehead. "Nice and cool," she said. She picked up a little more water, pulled her t-shirt away from her body an inch, and let it drip down onto her chest. "I don't know about anybody else," Cal said, "but I can wait until things cool off before eating. If you guys want to run across the street and get your swimsuits..." "Cal's been trying to talk me into swimming topless," Patty said. "Thanks for sharing that," he said. Instead of responding, Patty ran up behind Alix, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled both of them into the pool. Alix was the first to climb out. Wet, her t-shirt seemed to have become two sizes smaller, skintight, and her hard nipples were poking through like little thumbs. Patty seemed similarly shrink-wrapped into her shirt, her right breast visible as if the shirt wasn't there at all. As for her left breast, the weight of the water was making her tank top sag down so far, it was exposed down past the nipple. "Did you ever want to swim topless, Alix? It always seemed like fun, but more fun if somebody did it with me. And since the guys have already seen our boobs..." "You don't have to convince me," Alix said. "I have nothing to hide from any of you anymore." She pulled off her wet shirt and dropped it to the patio floor. Patty pulled off her own top, kicked off her sandals (sandal, actually, because one of them had come off in the pool), and pushed down her shorts. I was right that she was wearing brief bikini panties – and they were a very light yellow, and nearly transparent when wet. I could see that her pussy was shaved, and her wet panties clung tightly against the lips of her vulva. She stood there, aware I was looking at her, for a moment longer than she had to, then dove in. Alix started struggling with the sodden laces on her sneakers but before she could remove her shoes, socks and shorts, I stripped down to my boxers and jumped in the pool. It was either that or stand there with my cock trying to drill its way out of my shorts: I needed that cool water, if you get my drift. That was the plan, anyway – but as soon as I surfaced, in shoulder-deep water, I felt a thud on my back: Patty had latched onto me, her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. "Come on," she said, "give me a ride. Until Cal comes in." I glanced up at Cal, who was still undressing. He shrugged. Me carrying Patty around seemed harmless enough. I half-walked half-jumped across the pool. "This is fun," Patty said. "I've done this before, but never topless. Hey, does this mean I'm a bareback rider?" "Good one," I said. "Well, I've done this before, but never with naked boobs right behind me." "Oh, you like them?" she asked, leaning forward and brushing her breasts against the back of my neck. Before I could answer (yes, I did like them), Alix was suddenly in front of me "Give me my guy back," she said, leaping at me. So of course Patty and I went falling backward into the water, coming up a few second later spitting out water and giggling. "Hey," Patty said to Cal, "Alix tried to drown me. You have to protect me." "I will avenge you!" Cal said, picking up Alix and tossing her over his shoulder. She hit the water headfirst, and the force of the water pulled her panties halfway down her ass. She hiked them back up and she got back to her feet. I got behind Patty and wrapped an arm around her chest. "Okay, that's enough," I said, "I have your wife hostage." I suddenly realized my arm was pressed against the bottoms of her breasts. "Um..." I said, quickly moving them down. "Had your arm somewhere it shouldn't have been?" Patty asked teasingly, gently grinding her ass against my cock underwater. "Oh god," I almost said out loud, feeling my cock go completely hard, wedging into the crotch of her tiny panties. Was it sticking out of my boxers? I couldn't tell under the water, and I was afraid to look. But also so tempted to slide my cock under her panties. "I think those two need to be broken up," Cal said to Alix, and they both came at us. Cal got in front of Patty and tried to grab her out of my grasp, so of course I put my other arm around her as well, right across her breasts. Cal had his body pressed against hers and he tried to pull her away. "Um... let's not squash the boobs, okay guys?" Patty said, and Alix began tugging at me from behind. I suddenly realized that with Cal pushed against Patty in front, and me from behind, it was like we were double-fucking her. I let go suddenly, and Alix and I went flying backward, both of doing very sloppy backflips into the water.  We came up coughing up water, and while we were catching our breath, Alix suddenly tripped again. I grabbed her, and we both noticed that her panties had fallen down past her knees. Obviously, these panties were not designed to stay on well when soaking wet (and why would they be?)  She realized she couldn't reach her her panties without putting her head underwater, so she took a deep breath and went down. She never got to her panties, because she spotted my cock, sticking straight out from my body. She closed a hand around it, then came back to the surface. "I hope this hasn't been anywhere it shouldn't have been," she said with a grin. "Not yet," I told her. She kicked off her panties and as they floated off, we both looked over at Cal and Patty. They weren't paying any attention to us: Cal was whispering something to her, and he had a hand firmly on one of her breasts. Alix put her arms around the back of my neck, jumped up, and brought her crotch against mine. I took a few tries and some awkward maneuvering, since we'd never done this before, but eventually my cock slid deep inside her. "Oh fuck!" she yelled out, in case Cal and Patty hadn't figured out what we were doing in their pool. We needn't have worried: Cal and Penny had left the pool. He was lying on one of the lounge chairs and she was on top of him, naked, happily riding his cock. Over Alix's shoulder, I could see Patty's breasts bouncing along with the rest of her body: breasts, I remembered, I'd had my arm on just a few minutes earlier. For that matter, my naked cock had been almost touching her pussy. The thought of this made me push into Alix even harder. I know it's wrong to think about fucking another woman when you're fucking your wife, but we all do it. And to be fair, I was more justified than most. "Squeeze my tits," Patty said loudly, and Cal obeyed. "Fuck me harder," Alix said, with no reason to even try to be quiet now. "Jam that – oh, oh – jam that cock into my wet pussy!" "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Patty said, and as if in response, Alix yelled "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming!" "Oh god, ahhhhhh!" "Rob, cum in me right-- eeeeee!" I started cumming in Alix so hard, my knees got weak, and after a few seconds I had to let go of her. My cum floated out of her pussy as she dropped into the water, while one last spurt was shooting out of my cock. ******  We climbed out of the pool, and we all quietly got dressed I thought things might get a little awkward – we'd just been naked and fucked in front of one another, after all – but it was okay. "If you guys want to change into dry clothing, I'll fire up the grill." "Sounds like a plan," I said. It took us a little longer to get back to their patio than we'd planned: once we got upstairs and out of our wet clothing, I pushed Alix down on the bed and had my way with her again. Cal and Patty, dressed in dry clothing now, didn't seem to notice how long we'd been gone – and I figured out why when I saw their wet clothing in a pile next to the lounge chair: they must have stripped down after we left, had their own second round, then gone into the house, still naked, to change. Patty was wearing another pair of short shorts, and a crop top that didn't come down very far below her breasts. She was clearly bra-less, and I doubted she ever wore the top like that in public: on a hot evening, though, among people who'd already seen her naked... Again, I expected things to be a little weird – but despite the sexy outfits the wives were wearing (Alix had on a short cotton skirt and a top that looked a lot more like a bikini top; maybe she just wanted to be prepared if she got pushed into the pool again), we all just ate, drank, relaxed and got better acquainted.  At one point, when Cal went into the house to fetch some more beer, and Alix went in right afterward to go to the bathroom, Patty turned to me and said, somewhat sternly, "Now that we're alone, I have a couple of words for you." Oh shit, I thought: she's pissed that I was humping her in the pool. She started it, of course, but I was happy enough to let my cock slide between her legs. Or maybe she figured out I'd grabbed her ass at the park, pretending to be her husband. She sat down next to me. "Two words," she said. "Yes?" "Nice. Cock."

The Girls Stripping Club by Little Joe 1 Sun Feb 8, 2009 21:41 86.152.6.0 A new character and a new series if you like it! ************************************************ Laura felt of herself that she was a new professional woman. One of a new breed, smart, intelligent, working in a good job, but not constrained by the old social taboos. She had been qualified just two years as a solicitor and to get a position at the age of only 24 as an associate in the small but prestigious firm of Smyth and Associates was an achievement indeed. Who Mr Smyth, who must presumably have started the firm many years back, was, she had no idea. The firm was now headed by Donna Trevithick, the epitome of the new professional woman, who at an age that could hardly have exceeded 30 was already an established figure in legal circles. Donna was renowned for her legal acumen, her business sense and her outrageous sense of humour. She certainly lived life to the full and was one of those people who always craved excitement. From the moment she joined the firm Donna took Laura under her wing. Told her how to dress: smart suits with knee length fitted skirts (never trouser suits), high heels and dark stockings, tailored jackets, white blouses with a touch of lace. This was what the young professional woman wore, an outfit that exuded sexual attractiveness as well as intellect and a powerful personality. Never be reluctant to use your sexual allure, Donna counselled her, it’s the big advantage we women have. And, if truth be told, Laura did have a certain sexual attractiveness, both to men and to women. She was somewhat under average height, had short cropped dark hair and a boyish figure. Her slim legs were long, her bottom was neat and her waist was trim. Her breasts were rather boyish, but well formed and firm enough for her not to need support. Over the first few weeks Donna became Laura’s friend and mentor within the company. They lunched together, they went out for drinks together; it seemed to Donna that Laura was a young woman after her own heart; a girl who craved the same sort of excitement as she did - a girl who might well be a suitable recruit to the club. It seemed to Laura that Donna was everything, with her black hair, her steel grey eyes and her magnetic gaze she held Laura in thrall whenever they were together. One day over lunch Donna said, “Why don’t you come round to my flat for dinner after work tonight” Why Laura felt almost overcome with pleasure at the thought she did not know, she could only nod her head in assent. They worked late at the office that night. They often worked late; it was that sort of business.  “You may as well come straight back with me”, said Donna, “I’ve a special treat lined up for tonight”. It was mid-winter, but the office heating was always too high. Under her fitted, tailored suit, Laura could feel the perspiration forming until her underwear became sticky. Laura always came in by the tube, but Donna cared nothing for congestion charges and parking fees. She pulled over the little Audi TT and Laura climbed in. They drove back through the bustling traffic of the city to Donna’s mews flat in South Kensington. Laura had hoped to be able to get back home, to take of her formal clothes, slip into something comfortable, but the thought of trailing all the way home, then back into Donna’s was too much. She sat in Laura’s sitting room in her jacket and fitted skirt and waited while Donna got changed. Donna came back in; she was wearing a loose fitting robe and was towelling her hair fresh from the shower. “You take a shower, love”, she said to Laura, “then I can lend you a robe for the evening, you’ll be much more relaxed” That sounded like heaven to Laura. She went into Donna’s luxury bathroom; there was a huge circular bath with whirlpool jets and a separate shower. Laura looked longingly at the bath. “Perhaps you’d prefer a whirlpool”, suggested Donna Laura couldn’t think of anything better. She was hot, she was sticky and she was tired after a long day at the office. She could think of nothing nicer than a long soak in a whirlpool bath. Donna turned on the taps. “Climb in when you’re ready”, said Donna, “I’ll come in and switch on the whirlpool”. It occurred to Laura that this would mean Donna seeing her naked in the bath. But they were young professional women together; Donna would have no qualms about seeing her naked. She found that she was actually excired at the idea of Donna seeing her naked. She stripped off, stuck her toe in the water and found it was just right, and gratefully sank down into the bath. Donna came back in. She looked down at Laura lying in the water. She had made a good choice, she thought, Laura had a lovely body, and she was enchanted with those firm ample bosoms, and her little mound of chestnut brown hair below her navel and between her legs. She smiled. “Call me when you’re ready”, she said. Laura lay and soaked for a long time. It was heaven; it was so relaxing, but in the end she thought she had better call for Donna. Donna arrived carrying a large bath towel. “Stand up, love”, she said, and Laura did as she was told. Donna looked at her. She had definitely made a good choice. Laura looked gorgeous, pink and soft from the hot bath, with the water trickling down the smooth skin of her breasts and dripping off her nipples. She wrapped the bath towel carefully round her shoulders. “Come downstairs when you’re ready”, she said and left. Laura towelled herself dry. Her nipples had gone hard, and she felt herself slightly sexually aroused, but why she should be at the touch of another woman on her naked body, she did not know. Then she climbed out the bath and wrapping the towel closely round her she crept down the stairs into the living room. The lights were low and the living coal fire cast a bright glow over the room. Donna came in; she had dressed in a comfortable flowing kaftan dress and her hair was down and draped over her shoulders. “My, this is cosy”, she said, “let me take the towel back to the bathroom for you” “You said you’d fetch me a robe”, said Laura thinking she would feel a bit vulnerable left naked in living room. “You won’t need that, it’s lovely and warm in here, love”, said Donna and held her hand out for the towel. Laura handed it to her. Well, that’s what you do when somebody holds their hand out for something, and it was Donna’s house, and she’d already seen her naked, and, they were modern professional women together, and, well Donna had asked and she would do anything Donna asked. Donna went off with the towel and Laura stood, shivering a little in front of the glowing fire. Shivering, not with the cold, but because her nudity made her a little nervous. Maybe she was a modern professional woman, but still it was just a little bit embarrassing to be naked in front of the fire in another woman’s house. Donna came back in and smiled. Laura looked so lovely in the fireglow, the red flames reflecting in flickering patterns on her skin, shining from the bath oils. She looked so young and fresh and innocent. Her eyes followed the curves of her body, the gentle curve of her thighs, the little dimple in the small of her back just above where her buttocks met, the firm smoothness of her breasts with her nipples, pink in the firelight, firm and erect. Yes, she was just right. Suddenly a loud chime echoed through the room. Laura jumped alarmed. “Just the front door”, said Donna, “I’ll get it” Laura trembled a little more as she left. The thought of being naked, when just a few feet away round the corner, people were standing at the door, was even more nerve racking. She heard voices at the door, and then to her alarm, footsteps approaching the living room, footsteps of more than one person, footsteps of several people. The door opened and she could only stare open mouthed as Donna came in accompanied by four other girls, shaking the cold of the winter’s night off their faces and their hands. They smiled at Laura, smiled encouragingly. They did not seem in the least surprised to see her there naked in front of the fire. Laura instinctively covered her sex and her breasts with her hands. Though why she should do so, she did not know. They were all like her young, professional women, dressed for a relaxing social evening, why should she worry about them seeing her naked. They smiled at Laura, and she found herself relaxing and smiling back, though still nervous, apprehensive at why Donna should have invited them in while she stood there naked. The she suddenly thought, ‘My God, I shouldn’t be here, it’s some sort of meeting’. Blushing a delicate pink, she made her excuses “Excuse me”, she said, “I must be going” But Donna, put out her hand and stopped. “No, no, Laura”, she said, “you must stay, love. You’re the centre of attention” ‘Centre of attention?’, what did she mean? “What is this?” she asked, aware that the girls had seated themselves, while she still stood, naked in front of the fire. “This”, said Donna, “is a meeting of the GSC and”, she turned to address the newly arrived girls, “this is little Laura. I promised I’d bring her for you to see, and here she is”. “The GSC?” “The Girls Stripping Club” Laura flushed; had she just been stripped for the Girls Stripping Club? “I think perhaps more explanation is needed”, said Donna, “I formed the Girls Stripping Club about four years ago now. I felt I needed to do something to spice up my life a little, and found a group of similar, like minded girls – all professional women, lawyers, doctors, academics. We decided that what we needed in life was a little sex and a little fun, and what better way to get both of these than from nudity. From getting a girl and stripping her. After all nudity is sexy and funny”. “So you’ve made me strip naked because I’m sexy and funny”, gasped Laura, blushing bright red again and once more endeavouring to hide her sex and her bosoms as she realised that she was there as the entertainment for the evening. “Well that’s about it, love”, said Donna, “you see the club needs a new stripping girl. But we’ll not just strip you here. We’ll think up all sorts of fun ways and places to get you stripped. You’ll find you love it. It’s so thrilling, so exciting. I can see you’re finding it exciting now”, Laura glanced down at her tell-tale nipples, “there’s nothing quite as exciting as a young professional woman stripped naked”. “But if it’s so much fun, why don’t you all do it?" “Oh, that wouldn’t be fun at all. Our fun comes from stripping you. Your fun comes from being stripped by us.” “But what if I don’t want to be stripped!” “Oh, but you do, love, don’t you, we can see how excited it’s making you” And indeed it was. Laura could feel the surge of moisture between her legs and wondered if the others could notice it too. “But what do I have to do”, asked Laura, her knees buckling slightly “Just do as we say”, said Donna, “we’ll take you somewhere, find a way to get you stripped and we’ll strip you. It’ll be fun for us; it’ll be fun for the other people there, but most of all it’ll be fun for you. What do you say?” Laura never knew why, was it that she was carried away with the excitement of the evening, was it the strange hold Donna had over her, or was it that she didn’t really know how to say ‘No’, but she found herself slowly nodding her head. The Girls Stripping Club had found its newest recruit. The Girls Stripping Club - 2 Sun Feb 8, 2009 21:42 86.152.6.0 For the next few weeks Donna said nothing to Laura about the GSC, the Girls Stripping Club. Laura came into the office every day, dressed in her smart suit, with her smart skirt and did her work efficiently. Every day she lunched with Donna and every day she grew more and more under Donna’s spell. Laura almost forgot about the GSC; had it been just a joke. She didn’t know. The suddenly one day Donna said to her. “It’s the GSC meeting tonight. Come to my house at half past nine and we’ll decide on your task for this month”. Laura felt a sudden contraction of nerves. It was real, she, a young aspiring lawyer of 22 years, really had agreed to be their stripping girl., and she really had no idea what she was going to be asked to do. The idea terrified her and excited her at the same time, but the thing that excited her most was that she was going to be stripped by Donna again. Donna wanted to see her naked, and more than anything she wanted Donna to admire her naked body. She arrived at the house at nine thirty as asked, her heart thumping with anxiety. At heart she was quite a shy retiring girl, she didn’t have a lot of friends, she didn’t regard her body, with her slim hips and her boyish bosom, to be sexy, but Donna found it sexy and that gave her a sort of new found confidence. She would do anything to keep Donna’s admiration. Donna answered the door and led her into her sitting room. The other girls were there, Mary, Linda, Lynn, Janet and the strangely named Charlie. “Take your clothes off, love”, said Donna, “we want to show you something” “All my clothes?” asked Laura, though she knew the answer already. “Of course”, said Donna”, “that’s the point” Laura pulled her dress over her head; underneath she wore white cotton panties, but no bra. She wouldn’t wear a bra with that type of outfit; her breasts were small enough, and firm enough not to need it. She stood there for a few seconds a bit nervous of exposing more “Pull your panties down, love”, said Donna. Laura loved it when Donna called her ‘love’. She hooked her fingers in the top of her panties and pulled them down. And Donna loved seeing her panties come down, as did the other girls, loved to see the little triangle of soft chestnut brown hair appear over her sex, loved to see the soft downy hairs over the smooth skin of her neat little bottom. Loved to have her standing naked before them, and loving their admiring gaze. “Here, try this on, love”, said Donna, handing Laura a yellow cotton dress, “no bra, no panties, just the dress” Laura put it on. It was short and hung loose from her delicate bosoms held up by two straps over her shoulders. Donna looked at her in it. She looked sweet. Sweet little lawyer in a sweet little yellow dress. But not for long. Laura felt a gentle tug at the back of the dress, and the next thing she knew, the dress was lying in a heap at her feet and she was standing stark naked again in front of the girls. “Eek...” she shrieked involuntarily, and automatically covered her sex and her bosoms, although why she should, she didn’t really know, “what happened” “That’s the fun”, said Donna, “it’s a trick dress, the straps are just tucked in and they are the only thing holding the dress up, just a little tug and the dress comes down leaving you naked” “And I’ve got to wear this”, asked Laura, “it might fall down at any moment” “That’s right”, said Donna, “you have to wear it on Saturday morning around town. At some point, one of us, and you won’t know who or when, will just give a little tug at the dress and you’ll be left naked in the crowd. “What!” shrieked Laura “You’ll be stripped in front of everybody, won’t that be fun”, “But I won’t know when it’s going to happen; I’ll be a nervous wreck all morning” “I know, that’s why it’s so good. It’s knowing it’s going to happen and not knowing where or when that makes it so exciting for you. We might do it quickly; we might keep you in suspense all morning. You’ll just never be able to relax” “But, what’ll I do. I can’t just stand there naked” “I don’t know”, said Donna, “that’s also part of the fun, seeing what you do!” Laura picked up her clothes and put them back on. She’d do anything for Donna, but could she do this? All the way driving back home she looked at the yellow dress on the front seat of the car. Did she dare do it? She knew deep in her heart, that she would have to. Donna had told her to do it. Donna said nothing more on the subject that week and Laura waited for the Saturday in an agony of apprehension. On Saturday morning she took out the little yellow dress, and, heart thumping and mouth dry, without wearing bra or panties she slipped it on. As instructed she put on a pair of flip flop sandals and just enough money for the bus fare to the mall and went into town. She walked around the mall, looking everywhere for a sign of Donna or one of the girls, but she saw nothing. The minutes ticked by, and she was in agonies of apprehension waiting for something to happen. She had no money to buy anything, so all she could do was window shop. Ten o’clock, eleven o’clock, passed, her hopes that it would be over with soon were not to be realised. She had been round the mall about six times already, but she saw no option but to go round again, she put her foot on the top stair of the escalator down, when suddenly, out of nowhere, when she wasn’t even thinking about it, it happened. One moment she was about to go down the escalator, the next her dress was round her ankles and she was naked, she took a step forwards to stop her self topping over and her dress was left behind as the escalator bore her, stark naked downwards.  She shrieked, but there was nothing she could do. She could see everybody about her staring at her as she vainly tried to hide her sex and her breasts with her hands. She looked up and saw Donna at the top of the escalator holding the yellow dress; then she disappeared. Laura realised that she, an ambitious young solicitor, one of the new breed of professional women, was stranded naked in a shopping mall wearing only a pair of flip flop sandals and penniless. She knew she had been stripped for the girls amusement, that they had probably been watching her all morning, would have enjoyed the build up of her anxiety, would have waited for the moment to cause her maximum embarrassment, would be watching her now and drinking in her embarrassment, and all she could think of was that Donna would be pleased, she had done it for Donna and Donna would be pleased. But what should she do. To be honest if she had kept her head, somebody would have come to her aid, but how can you keep your head when you’re naked in public and everyone is looking at you. She panicked and ran. As soon as she reached the bottom of the escalator she just ran. People stopped and looked amazed, but nobody tried to stop her. Ahead she saw the entrance to the Ladies restrooms and she just made for there, feeling the eyes of everyone around boring into her, seeing their looks glance down at her sex as if magnetically attracted. The passers-by watched her go, shrugged their shoulders and went about their business. Laura sat in the cubicle shaking and not knowing what to do. She was naked, she was penniless, and at some point she was going to have to venture out again. There was a little tap on the door. “Open up”, a familiar voice, Donna, “it’s me” Relief flooded over her and she opened the door. Donna was holding the little yellow dress. Thankfully Laura grabbed hold of it and put it on. “Let’s go back”, said Donna smiling, and Laura still shaking, followed her. Back at Donna’s flat the girls were sitting in front of her large plasma screen television. Donna motioned to Laura to sit down. The screen flickered to life and Laura saw herself walking round the mall. My God! They’d filmed the whole thing. Of course they had, they’d want keep a record. They’d want to see it again. Then she saw herself approaching he escalator, saw Linda move up behind. Why hadn’t she spotted it at the time? Saw the dress suddenly fall and the film freeze framed at the moment she was rendered naked, at the view of her as her hands went to try and hide her chestnut coloured sex and her small firm bosoms. Laura saw her face, the picture of shock and horror. She watched fascinated as she saw herself riding down on the escalator, a growing look of horror on her face, then the picture as the camera panned onto her rapidly disappearing bare bottom as she ran regardless of everything towards the ladies room. The girls loved it, they roared their approval; they applauded her run. “You see”, said Donna, “it’s much better when you don’t know when it’s going to happen. That’s when we get the real look of horror, the real panic reaction. That’s where the fun lies” And Laura, when she saw it, saw her naked body exposed to all those people felt a sudden surge, a surge that she had not expected, a surge of sexual excitement of a sort she had never had before. She felt her sex moisten, she felt her nipples stiffen, and through the thin dress Donna saw it too. “That’s it girls”, she said, and disappointed, still wanting more, the girls left. “You liked that, didn’t you love?” said Donna, and Laura could only nod. She realised for the first time that she had felt that excitement that she had craved, the sort of excitement she never got as a lawyer in a smart suit, sitting in an office. She nodded her head. “Would you like to see it again?” Laura nodded. “Stand up then” Laura stood up. She knew what was coming, and Donna gave her little yellow dress a tug so that it fell again at Laura’s feet. “Sit down beside me”, said Donna, admiring again her slim boyish figure. Laura sat down beside her. Donna started the film and looked at Laura as she watched herself, stripped naked again, in front of strangers, saw her nipples stiffen and watching them carefully she slipped her hand across so that her fingers lay on Laura’s sex. She felt it moisten, and as it did so she started to massage it gently. Laura sighed contentedly, she had pleased Donna, and now she was getting her reward. The Girls Stripping Club - 3 Wed Feb 11, 2009 13:26 86.152.6.0 It was strange at the office. Laura went back to her normal work, and Donna went back to being the boss and nothing more was said until the first Tuesday of the month came round again: the meeting day for the Girls Stripping Club.  Laura was interviewing Mr and Mrs Trevithick, a rather fussy middle aged couple, about a planning dispute with their neighbour. Her mind was only half on the job as she was only too aware that the time for her next task was getting nearer and that the girls would not hesitate to embarrass her as much as possible.  Donna came into the room.  "Don’t forget", she said, "nine o'clock tonight, my flat" Poor Laura was in a flat spin for the rest of the day with apprehension. The time seemed to drag by, but eventually she found herself outside Donna's flat, ringing the bell.  "You’re dressed", said Donna flatly.  "Yes", replied Laura, was she not supposed to be?  "No", said Donna, in that tone of command that made Laura go weak at the knees, "you are to arrive here naked from now on. You are to be naked at all times during meetings of the club. Take your clothes off, leave them outside the door and come in" Laura quickly stripped nude in the corridor outside Donna’s flat and rang the bell again. She felt very naked and vulnerable, and she knew this was why Donna had made her do it, but she would do anything for Donna, Donna had only to ask. She went into the living room. The girls were gathered round as usual and Laura was made to stand in front of them to receive her next instructions. Donna spoke, “Linda will set your task for this week”, she said Linda, a tall dark girl whom Laura knew to be a well known accountant, stood up. She looked Laura’s naked body up and down, making sure that Laura understood that she was naked, she was the club’s stripping girl, and she was to do as Linda told her. “You didn’t complete last week’s task”, she said in a slightly mocking tone, “Donna had to rescue you. So I have a task for you in the mall this weekend” “What is it?” asked Laura dry mouthed “Oh, I’m not going to tell you, it’s important that you are kept in suspense, but I can promise you it will be very, very embarrassing. What you must do is go into the ladies restroom, the one from which you were rescued, at nine o’clock on Saturday morning, lock yourself in the cubicle and wait for instructions” “Well, Laura, you have your instructions. You may leave now”, said Donna, and Laura knew she would have to leave naked, collect her clothes from outside the door and go. She would then spend the rest of the week in terrified suspense not knowing what her fate would be. But she had to do it, she craved Donna’s approval, and this was the only way she knew to get it. By Saturday morning she sat in the cubicle a bundle of nerves. Shortly after nine thee was a knock on the door and a note was slipped under the door. It said, “Strip naked, pass your clothes under the door, and wait for further instructions” Her hands trembling she obeyed. They were Donna’s instructions. Then she sat there, her feet up on the seat so that no-one could see she was in there from the outside, and she waited to see what would happen to her. She knew she would be in for a long wait. She knew they would want to make her wait there naked, suffering an agony of suspense. She waited in a mixture of excitement and terror. She could feel her sex tingling with the excitement of being naked at the mercy of the girls in the club. She felt a dreadful urge to give herself some relief by rubbing gently, but only Donna was allowed to touch down there. Her nipples stiffened, and she massaged them gently to soothe them. It was half past eleven before the second note was passed under the door. Trembling Laura opened it and read: “Your clothes are in the equivalent cubicle of the ladies restroom at the other end of the mall. At twelve o’clock exactly you must walk through the mall completely nude to retrieve them. You must walk not run. We’ll be watching” Twelve o’clock! Another half hour of suspense, and she had to wait terrified of the ordeal she was going to suffer. She watched the hand tick round on her little watch, the only thing she had been allowed to wear, and as it crept to twelve her heart began to thump madly, this was it, she was going to have to go. She had no idea what would happen. Would people ignore her and look away in embarrassment, would they rush to stop her, would they start shouting, would she cause a riot? She just didn’t know. Whatever happened she knew that for the next fifteen minutes she’d be the centre of attention, and she had to do it, she just had to. Donna had told her to. The hand swept round to twelve and she just thought, ‘this is it’, and she opened the door and walked briskly out into the mall. As soon as she set foot in the mall a sort of hush descended on the place. Nobody said anything, nobody did anything. After all this was England, people were far too reticent to actually do anything, but it didn’t stop people from looking. Laura could feel everybody’s eyes on her, could sense that everyone had stopped what they were doing and were staring. She didn’t dare think about it. It was too excruciatingly embarrassing. All she could do was keep her eyes fixed on the far side of the mall and pray that she could continue to put one leg in front of the other until she got there. Then she saw something that made her heart jump into her mouth. Walking directly towards her were two very familiar figures, Mr and Mrs Trevithick. Somehow it had never occurred to her that she might meet somebody she knew on one of these outings, let alone a client she had been dealing with only a few days earlier. She felt her legs start to shake with the embarrassment. There was no escape. She was going to have to face them. The couple stopped in front of her open mouthed. Laura stood aghast. She was naked in front of two of her clients, what on earth was she to do. “It’s Laura isn’t it”, said Mrs Trevithick, “Can we help you dear?” Looking at the frail little naked body she presumably thought Laura had gone mad or was in some sort of insane fit. Laura gulped. What on earth could she say? At last an idea came to her. The Trevithicks were keen environmentalists. That was what their dispute was about. “It’s naked walk day”, she blurted out “Naked walk day?” said Mrs Trevithick puzzled. “Yes, you’ll have heard of naked bike ride day, you know in aid of saving the environment. Well this is the walking equivalent. Naked walk day”. “Naked bike ride day. Oh I remember”, said Mrs Trevithick, “it was on the telly, you remember George”. George did indeed remember. Naked girls riding bicycles were likely to stick in his memory, as indeed was the naked appearance of their lawyer in the middle of a shopping mall. “Doesn’t look like many turned up “, he said, looking round disappointed at the lack of other naked bodies. “Never mind”, said Laura, “I thought I’d do my bit” “Very courageous of you”, said Mrs Trevithick, but Laura wasn’t listening. In the distance she could see a blue uniformed figure approaching. She suddenly felt very naked indeed. Kevin hadn’t long been a CSO or Community Support Officer. For those of you who have not heard of such beings I should explain that they are sort of pretend policemen. That is to say they are employed by the local authority who dress them up to look like policemen in the fond hope that local miscreants will mistake them for the real thing and behave themselves. In fact they have very few real powers beyond those possessed by the ordinary citizen. Kevin was young and rather inexperienced, he had been taught many things in his training, but somehow nobody had told him how to deal with a naked girl walking down the mall. Kevin was not experienced in the matter of naked girls and he was certain, with a sort of horrible inevitability, that he was going to find this situation extremely embarrassing. Laura breathed a sigh of relief as she saw he get nearer. He was a CSO, he couldn’t arrest her, not that she thought she’d committed an arrestable offence anyway. Kevin coughed as he approached, “Er… Can I help you Miss” It was standard approach line. “It’s Naked Walk Day”, said Mrs Trevithick “Oh”, said Kevin “It’s been on the telly”, said Mrs Trevithick, “it’s all official. Laura is walking to save the planet” “Oh”, said Kevin, they should have told, him he’d have been prepared. He looked at Laura, he struggled so very hard to stop his eyes glancing down at the nude figure in front of him, but he found it almost impossible to do. Laura saw them, first a quick look, at her breasts, then at her private parts. She caught his eye and he blushed scarlet. “Where are you walking to?” he stammered “The other end of the mall”, said Laura “Then I’d better accompany you”, said Kevin, he had to make sure she didn’t get into trouble, he said to himself, not liking to admit that by walking behind he could admire her bare bottom surreptitiously. A crowd had, not unnaturally, gathered and were staring. Some, again not unnaturally, had their camera phones out.  “It’s Naked Walk Day”, announced Mrs Trevithick to the multitude, “in aid of the planet”, and they set off down the mall. The crowds gathered, they stood back to watch, some even applauded. After all if one of those funny pretend policemen was involved it must be all right to watch. For Laura it was mixed emotions, she was going to make t to the other end of the mall, but only at the expense of what seemed to be hundreds of people feeling enabled to admire her naked body. The mixture of embarrassment and excitement this produced was intense and she could feel herself tremble with the sexual thrill of it, terrified that her erect nipples would give her away. At last they arrived at the other end outside the ladies rest room. “My clothes are in here”, announced Laura and dashed in. She flung open the door of the cubicle. There were no clothes there. Instead there was a little note. ‘Well done love, now get yourself back to my flat, Donna” The bastards! They’d done it deliberately; they’d have known how much it would make her suffer, the disappointment of thinking it was all over and then having to face the embarrassment all over again. Having to get herself back naked and penniless. Having to go and ask somebody for help. It was suddenly all too much. She crumpled up on the seat and tears came to her eyes. There was a knock on the door of the cubicle. It was Mrs Trevithick. “Is everything all right dear?” “Somebody’s taken my clothes”, snuffled Laura, opening the door. Mrs Trevithick looked at the red eyed figure in front of her. “Never mind”, she said, “we’ll take you home”, and they left the rest room to be greeted by an extraordinary sight. A group of about twenty people had stripped naked and were starting to sing environmental protest songs. Kevin was vainly trying to get help on his radio. A group of youths had started throwing rubbish about. Laura was hurried away by the Trevithicks to their car and she rode back into town on the back seat her mind flooded by the relief that it was almost all over. She had given the address of Donna’s flat. “Would you like some help”, asked Mrs Trevithick when they arrived. “Er… No… Thanks”, shouted Laura as she dashed still naked up the stairs to Laura’s flat and banged on the door. Donna opened it. She was smiling and suddenly it all seemed to Laura to have been worth it. All the embarrassment, all the humiliation. Donna was pleased, and she’d have suffered any embarrassment to please Donna. They went into the flat and she was made to stand in front of the large screened television to watch the film of the day’s events. They had recorded everything, even to the tears in her eyes as she read that her clothes were not on the cubicle. That seemed to please them more than anything. They cheered when they saw that. The show over the girls departed, each with their copy of the film, and Donna sat down next to Laura. “Open your legs a little”, said Donna; she wanted to look, to see the signs of the sexual excitement the days events would have caused. And they were there to see, the moisture, the swelling of the vulva, Donna was pleased. “And you didn’t touch yourself” “No” “Well done, love. Good girl” Laura basked in the praise as Donna sat down beside her. Laura sat still with her eyes closed feeling Donna’s left hand placed between her parted legs, while Donna’s right arm went round her so that she felt a hand on her right breast the fingers feeling for her nipple. And she lay back contented, waiting for the pleasure to come. The Girls Stripping Club - 4 Thu Feb 12, 2009 21:05 86.152.6.0 It was strange how life in the office went on as usual, even to the extent of the Trevithicks coming in and discussing their problem as if they had never seen Laura naked. Not that it was particularly easy for Laura, sitting behind her impressive lawyers desk, dressed in her smart suit, with its straight skirt and padded shoulder jacket, all the time thinking, ‘these people have seen me with no clothes on!’. As the days went by the tension associated with the approach of club night started to increase. Donna never said anything. Donna never ever said anything about the Girls Stripping Club during working hours. It was after work that the other side of Donna was revealed to Laura - the Donna that revelled in excitement, the Donna that revelled in Laura’s naked body. Laura found it difficult to suppress a little thrill of excitement whenever she thought about it. It was the Saturday before the meeting and Laura was out shopping, walking down the street from her home, when her own car suddenly drew up beside her. She could hardly suppress a gasp as Donna wound down the window and beckoned her to get in. "What is it?” asked Laura alarmed. How on earth had Donna got her car keys. “A little surprise, Laura”, said Donna smiling slightly, “today’s your day for stripping” “What cried Laura, “it’s next week. You haven’t had the club meeting yet” “We brought it forwards a week, just to give you a little surprise”, said Donna, “we wouldn’t want you to get complacent. It’s important that you never know when it’s going to happen. It’s important that you’re never able to relax” Laura found herself sitting between two of the girls in the back. Donna was driving in the front with Linda. “Donna smiled, “Strip her, girls”, she said. Laura couldn’t protest. Donna had given the order and she had to do as Donna said, the alternative was just unthinkable. The girls took it in turn to remove her clothes. Her shoes came off first, then her jacket, and her blouse. Then her skirt (Donna wouldn’t allow her to wear Jeans or pants). She was left sitting on the back seat in her bra and knickers. Her bra came off next, and at last she was told to pull down her panties and hand them over. She did as she was told. Her clothes were put into a rucksack and left on the floor of the car. Donna smiled, she just loved it when Laura’s knickers came off. Laura sat between the girls on the back seat, aware of her nakedness and unaware of where they were going. It was a bright crisp day in early spring, a lovely day for a picnic. They pulled into a road that ran through a dense wood. Donna outlined the plan. “Here”, she said, “are the spare keys to your car. We are going to leave you with the keys on the side of the road. We will then drive the car five miles along the road to where there is a car park. All you have to do is get yourself to the car park, open up the car and recover your clothes. What could be simpler?” “But won’t there be other cars in the car park”, said Laura. “I should hope there will, Laura”, said Donna, “there wouldn’t be much point otherwise. What’s the point in having a stripping girl if nobody gets to see her naked?” The car pulled into a small turning and the girls got out followed hesitatingly by Laura. She stood beside the road shivering slightly as the day had not yet warmed up. “Are you just going to leave me here like this”, she wailed “Laura”, said Donna fixing her with a look, “I should explain, it is an absolute rule of the GSC that the stripping girl accepts her fate, whatever we decide it is, without complaint. Any further complaint will incur a penance” “But I’ll have to walk through a car park full of people naked”, said Laura “Laura, I said no complaints, and you complained straight away – That means your first penance, you can’t say you weren’t warned. You know what to do girls” Laura found herself suddenly grasped from behind; her hands were pulled behind her back and tied tightly together with plastic cords. “That’s the first penance”, said Donna, “now you have to do the task with your hands tied behind your back, so that there is no way you can cover yourself or hide anything. You’ll get another penance if you complain again” Laura opened her mouth to speak, but did not dare say anything. She was too frightened of what the next penance might be. So she stood there naked with her hands immobilised behind her back. The car keys were put into her hands and the girls drove off. Laura realising she was visible from the road, could only stumble into the wood beside the road and sit down as best she could. Tears sprang to her eyes. How could Donna be so nasty to her? She might almost have coped with the nude walk. She could have stayed hidden in the wood until she reached the car park, then she could have tried to brazen it out. She could have walked across to the car. English people were so reticent it was unlikely that anybody would say anything. But now she had no way of getting dressed, or driving the car away or anything, never mind the difficulty of walking all that way with her hands tied. She realised with mounting horror that they had forced her to ask for help. How on earth was she going to do that? It would be so embarrassing. She’d have so many questions to answer, and she couldn’t tell the truth. How could Donna have done it to her? Of course she could just do nothing; they would come and rescue her. But if she did that, she would have failed in her task. They would throw her out the club. She wouldn’t be their stripping girl any more and Donna would never hold her naked in her arms and give her pleasure again. The thought was unbearable. She would just have to go through with it. She stumbled along the path beside the road. It wasn’t easy to keep her footing, and once she fell headlong forwards into the mud, unable to save herself with her arms. She stood up bruised and muddy, a scratch across her left breast. She walked on, careless of whether anyone found her on the path or not. She was going to have to ask for help, it didn’t matter who found her or who saw her. She had five miles to go. It was going to take over an hour to walk there and she was already desperate for a pee. Still, she was in a wood, so at least that would be easy. She left the path and crept into the wood. At least there was one thing about being naked, she didn’t have to try and pull her panties down with her hands tied. She crouched down and with some relief started to pee. It was only when she looked up that she saw the two eyes watching her. Donald had been after his tenth scouting badge. In order to get it he had to study wildlife in the forest. He was a senior scout, he thought himself very experienced at the age of almost seventeen, but he had never seen wildlife quite like this - a naked girl, peeing in the forest. He could only stand and stare. She hadn’t seen him yet. He knew he ought to retire discreetly, look the other way, run the other way even, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Then she looked up and saw him. Poor Laura, she couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing than peeing naked in front of a Boy Scout, but once she had started, she just couldn’t stop! So the strange tableau of Laura peeing and the Boy Scout watching continued until she had finished. Donald looked at her and Laura looked at him, she didn’t think embarrassment could get any worse than this, being watched while she peed in the open air naked, she opened her mouth and the only words she could think of to say were, “Can I help you”. Donald was shaken from his revenue, “Um… er…”, he said. He didn’t know what to say. Then Laura had a bright idea. Boy scouts always carried penknives, perhaps he could cut the bands tying her hands and free her, “You don’t have a penknife?” she enquired. “Of course”, said Donald, relieved to have something positive to say. “You couldn’t cut my hands free then?” asked Laura “Perhaps I should fetch my father”, said Donald, “Who tied you up?” “Just a little game I’ve been playing with some friends. A little secret between us.” Donald still looked reluctant “You wouldn’t want your father to know you were watching me peeing, would you?” “Er.. No”, said Donald, he definitely wouldn’t want that. He took out his prized Swiss army knife and cut Laura free. She could have wept for joy, but instead she gave Donald a big hug. It took him several days to get over being hugged by a naked woman. Laura set off running now. With her hands free she just wanted to get to the car park and get her clothes back. It was still some way to the car park and as she arrived she saw how many cars there were there and how many people were seated around the picnic tables. Her heart sank. It had all seemed so easy once she had her hands free, and now it all seemed so difficult again. She would just have to pluck up the courage to do it. Just to walk over to her car, which she could see parked at the end of the row, open it up get her clothes out, get dressed and drive off. No matter how much people would stare, they were English, they wouldn’t do anything. So plucking up her courage she set off across the clearing. She could feel an audible silence descend on the picnic area as she strode across. She could hear the whispers and knew what they must be saying, ‘My God, there’s a naked girls over there’, ‘Little hussy, parading about like that’, ‘I blame the government’, and similar remarks. But as she expected she reached the car without anybody actually doing anything. English people, no matter how much they might whisper, would never want to make a fuss. There’s nothing the English person hates more than being involved in a scene. And there was no more embarrassing scene than one involving a naked woman. So with the eyes boring into her she eventually reached the car, opened it up looked for her clothes and found them gone. The bastards! They’d done it again. Just when she thought the ordeal was over they had made sure it wasn’t.. She knew it would have been Donna’s idea. Donna would want to make her squirm, just to show her power. She’d think it really funny to make her drive all the way back in the nude. But there was no time to worry about it. She couldn’t just stand there with nothing on for ever. She got into the car and set off. She was going to have to drive all the way back to Donna’s flat stark naked through town. Not so bad in the empty countryside, but as soon as she got into town and had to stop at traffic lights she’d be in trouble. The girls had made sure there was absolutely nothing in the car that she could cover herself with. There was nothing for it but to press on, stare back at anybody who stared in, and hope the car didn’t break down. She managed to find her way back into town and eventually arrived, a nervous wreck at Donna’s house. She ran up the stairs to her flat still naked as instructed and rang the door bell. Donna answered the door. “Well done, love”. She said, and suddenly for Laura it had all been worth while. She had done what Donna wanted and Donna was pleased. Donna would reward her. She broke down in tears, so relieved was she that the ordeal was over. Of course they made her stand in front of the television and watch the recording. Her being bound, sitting on the ground crying at the thought of what she was to go through. They loved that – played it over again. Somehow they had managed to film everything; she blushed scarlet when the picture of her peeing suddenly appeared. How had they filmed that? She’d been sure there was nobody near her then. At last the final ordeal of the viewing was over and the girls left. Laura was left alone with Donna. Donna looked at her little naked body, scratched and bruised from her adventures in the wood, and smiled. It had really been fun; Laura had done as she was told and Laura needed a proper reward. “Kneel down on your hands and knees”, Donna instructed, “and keep your legs apart” Laura did as she was told. Donna felt a surge of excitement; Laura’s naked body was there for her to do with as she liked. It was the power she enjoyed so much. Laura knew this and that was what she loved. She craved being Donna’s plaything. That was what it was all for. That was what made it all worthwhile. She trembled in anticipation, feeling her nipples rock hard and her sex tingling. Kneeling there she felt Donna’s warm hands caress her naked body, running smoothly over her back and her breasts, then down over the soft curve of her buttocks to end between her legs where she felt the moisture gush. Laura felt the touch of Donna’s fingers as they gently parted the lips of her sex. She was going to get the perfect reward. zzzz

The Blue Dress Pt 1 Sat Jan 28, 2006 01:30 151.199.125.51 Barbara liked to shop, and one Saturday Harry surprised her by suggesting they go to the mall and look for a new dress for her. This was unusual because Harry didn't like shopping, saying he had no patience for endless tours through shops with overpriced merchandise and poor service. Barbara wondered at this sudden change of heart but welcomed it, so off they went. After looking in several stores at the mall, they found a dress they both liked. The dress was dark blue, sleeveless, and a bit shorter than Barbara usually wore, falling an inch or two above the knee. The neckline was square, and the bodice was made of two overlapping flaps held together with three large buttons. There was also a zipper in the back of the dress. Although the buttons were functional, their main purpose was decorative. Barbara tried the dress on and liked the way it looked on her. It fit her nicely, not too tight. The color set off her red-gold hair, and the style complemented her figure. Harry bought it for her and suggested that Barbara wear the dress and he would take her out to dinner. Barbara agreed. The restaurant he chose was small and nearly full. They had not been there before, but Harry knew it had a reputation for excellent food and a nice atmosphere. This proved to be the case, and he could see that Barbara was impressed. They were seated in about the center of the room, which buzzed with low conversation that was filtered through soft background music. Before ordering dinner, Harry asked for the wine list and chose a bottle of white zinfandel, one of Barbara's favorites. He raised a toast to her new dress and how good she looked. Harry knew that Barbara would feel the effects of the wine quickly because she seldom drank. On those rare occasions when she did drink, she relaxed and became more outgoing, forgetting the cares of the workplace that preoccupied her most other times. They each drank two glasses of wine, then ordered their dinner. Harry proposed another toast and Barbara readily downed her third glass. Harry figured that she was pretty relaxed and decided the time was right for the next step in his plan. He leaned across the table to her and said, "I want you to do something for me." "What?" she asked. "I want you to go to the ladies room and take off your bra. You can put it in your purse. " "I will not!" she responded, loudly enough so that the people at the tables nearest to them couldn't help but overhear. Some looked curiously at Barbara, but then went back to their own dinners and conversations. She was astonished at her own vehemence, even though Harry's suggestion came completely out of the blue. What in the world could he be thinking of? She knew she was blushing furiously. "Please?" Harry pleaded. "Nothing would show and it would really turn me on. Besides, if you do, we might playa little game later." Harry was no longer the smooth seducer he had been when he and Barbara had first met; four years of marriage had taken that out of him. Besides, his real feelings for Barbara and the importance of what this night might mean had made him hesitant, uncertain. Nor had he formulated any alternative; everything depended on what Barbara decided to do right now. "What game," she asked suspiciously, but Harry could see that she was curious, as he'd thought she would be. "Go take your bra off and I'll tell you when you come back." "I don't know - - oh, all right." Barbara studied Harry's face searchingly before she got up and walked across the room toward the lobby, where the men's and women's lounges were located. She was gone for several minutes. When she returned, he couldn't tell if she had removed her bra or not. The fabric of the dress was too heavy to reveal any hint of what was underneath. "Did you take it off?" She hesitated, then admitted that she had. She looked around nervously, and was clearly ill at ease. "Great!" he said enthusiastically. The waiter brought their dinners, and Harry made no further mention of the bra throughout the entire meal. He knew Barbara was getting more curious by the minute. Finally, as they were finishing their desserts, she couldn't stand it any longer. "What's this about a game?" she asked. "What are you up to?" She sounded more suspicious than curious now, and Harry wondered if his idea hadn't fizzled before it got underway. Harry figured that he had nothing to lose at this point, though, and went ahead. "There's just enough wine left in the bottle for each of us to have one more glass. When we drink that, the bottle will be empty. I propose a little game called "a bottle, a button." When we finish the wine, I want you to undo the top button on your dress." "WHAT?" she responded. "Absolutely NOT!" She looked as if he had asked her to commit a public murder. Heads turned their way. Harry reacted with complete calm. "Oh, come on," he urged. "The way the dress is cut, opening one button won't show anything but a little cleavage. If you want to, go to the ladies lounge and check it out for yourself. If you think opening a button will show too much, then we'll forget about it. But I would really like you to try it. It would tantalize me a lot to know that you were so close, showing a trace of cleavage, and that I couldn't do anything. " Barbara sat for a moment with an unreadable look on her face. She abruptly got up without a word and left the table. In a few minutes she returned. Harry was disappointed to see that all her buttons were fastened. She picked up her wine glass and swirled the remaining few drops of liquid in the bottom. While she toyed with the glass in her right hand, she absent-mindedly moved the fingers of her left hand to the top button on the dress. Harry watched her avidly. She began to move the button between her fingers as if unconscious of what she was doing. As she finished the wine, her fingers moved slightly on the button. When she put her empty glass on the table, the top button on her dress was open and the square neckline was gaping slightly, just enough so that he could see the beginning of the curve of her breasts and the start of the deep shadow between them. Harry smiled, his eyes fixed on that hint of curve and shadow. He was becoming more excited than he had expected. Barbara's breasts were large and firm, with pink nipples that stood out quickly when she became excited. He loved to look at her breasts, and loved to touch them even more. He also loved her nipped-in waist and the strong, rounded cheeks of her buttocks. She had a fabulous figure, but never liked to show it off. Well, that might change if things went as he hoped. She had a glint in her eyes. "Satisfied?" she asked. There was a tone of sarcasm in her voice. Harry's eyes searched her face, but he couldn't read her expression. Instead of answering, he said, "How would you like to go somewhere else?" She considered a moment, then said, "Sure, let's go." Harry reached into his wallet and placed some bills on the table. He stood up and moved to the side of her chair to help her. As she rose from her seat, she bent forward a bit and turned toward him a little. She held the pose for a moment, giving him a deep look down her cleavage. When she was sure his eyes were fixated on the open button, she chuckled and stood up quickly. Harry was mystified as they walked out of the restaurant and across the parking lot to the car. He opened the passenger door for her and as she slid into the seat, the hem of her new dress rode well up over her knees. She wasn't wearing hose, and the smooth skin ofher inner thighs shone briefly. He walked around the car and got into the driver's seat, noticing that she had smoothed the dress and pulled it down to just above her knees. But the top button was still open. He thought that might be a good sign. Harry drove across town to an older section of the city and pulled the car into a parking place under a street lamp across the corner from a neighborhood bar. Without a word, he got out, opened Barbara's door, and again caught a view of her thighs when her skirt rode up as she stepped out of the car. He guided her across the street and to a door at the side of the bar. The sign on the door read: "Ladies Entrance." Barbara giggled. " A little old-fashioned, isn't it?" she commented. Harry didn't respond, just held the door open for her and ushered her inside. The room was empty. Harry didn't hesitate but guided Barbara to the end booth at the back of the room. He seated her so her back was to the door. "How about a beer?" he asked, knowing she liked beer better than mixed drinks. "Sure, I'll have one," she replied. Harry walked through the archway that connected the "ladies area" from the main bar. He and Barbara were the only customers at the moment, which is what he had expected. The regular customers would be in later, and around ten p. m. the bar would begin to fill and remain full until closing time, two a.m. He greeted Nick the barman, who was also the owner, by name and ordered two bottles of imported beer. "We're in the other room," Harry said. "You don't have to wait on us. When we want refills I'll come and get them." Nick nodded, and Harry took two glasses and the bottles and started walking back to the other room. On his way, he noticed the pool table situated in the farthest reaches of the main room, with its halo of bright light illuminating the table's surface while the area surrounding the table was quite dark by contrast. Barbara was waiting expectantly for his return. After he had set the bottles and glasses down and eased himself into the seat opposite her, she said, "Bottles, I see." Harry still could not read her expression. "There's no draft beer for sale here," Harry explained. "That couldn't be the reason you chose this place," she said, not asking it like a question. "Well, perhaps partly." He poured beer out into the glasses. It would take two full glasses to empty one bottle, he decided. " Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked as they both finished their first sips of beer. "I really wanted this night to be a special one for us." Barbara thought for a moment, trying to decide what Harry was asking. She decided simply to answer him as honestly as she could. "I was shocked, then angry, when you asked me to take off my bra," she responded. "I can believe that, but tell me, how does it feel to go without it?" he asked, his tone demonstrating his genuine interest in her answer. She hesitated before replying, as if not sure herself what to say. "It was strange at first. I was certainly self-conscious walking back to the table. I felt as if everyone in the room could see my naked breasts through my dress. But I knew from the mirror in the ladies lounge that nothing really showed. When you asked me to open a button, I panicked for a minute. I thought I couldn't do that." "And now?" "Now, it feels - it's hard to describe. I kind of like the idea that seeing that little bit of shadow turns you on. Feeling my nipples rub against the fabric of the dress instead of being confined inside a bra makes me feel a little excited, and wicked, I guess, if you want to know the truth. I don't know --I wouldn't want to go around like this all the time, but it seems OK for right now." While they were talking, Harry had poured out the bottles into both glasses. They both drank. The glasses were soon emptied, and nothing was left in the bottles. " Another?" asked Harry . "Sure, why not," Barbara responded without hesitation. "It will cost you another button, " Harry told her. She looked down at her dress as if trying to calculate how much more revealing opening another button would be. It surprised her that she was even considering it. "Come on, " Harry urged. "There's no one here but us, and your back's to the door. No one will see you but me." "What about the bartender, won't he come to check to see if we want more drinks or something?" "No, I told him I'd come out there and get anything that we wanted. He won't intrude on us unless we call him. " Barbara still hesitated. Finally she said, "You go get the drinks while I think about this." Harry started to argue, then realized that was the worst thing he could do. He wanted her to enjoy this, not to be forced into something she didn't want to do. He said, "Sure," and retreated to the main room. Harry chatted with Nick for a few minutes, wanting to give Barbara time enough to decide. After several minutes, Harry figured enough time had passed, so he took the two fresh bottles and returned to the booth. He set the bottles on the table and slipped into his seat. He looked across at Barbara. She didn't say anything. He let his gaze drop to her neckline, and two buttons were open. He could see her full deep cleavage, the velvet shadow between her breasts and the inner curves of each breast. The edges of the partially-opened dress had fallen back and barely covered her nipples. She let him look for a long moment and then moved first one shoulder and then the other, as if she was a little stiff from sitting too rigidly in one position. Her body moved inside the dress, but the dress itself stayed pretty well in place, and her breasts moved easily and unrestrainedly, revealed even more by her open neckline. Barbara smiled slightly, looked Harry directly in the eyes, and said, "Let's drink." Harry quickly poured beer into their glasses. He noticed his hands were trembling a little. Apparently Barbara noticed too. "Nervous?" He grinned and shrugged. They clinked glasses and drank. Barbara emptied her glass in two gulps. Harry hurried to keep up. Soon the bottles and the glasses were empty again. He had never seen her drink so fast or so willingly. Her face was a little flushed, but she didn't seem drunk at all. Harry checked his watch. It was eight -thirty. The bar wouldn't begin to fill up for at least another hour. "I'll tell you what," said Harry. "There's a pool table in the other room. How about playing a game? There's no one in there but Nick, the owner, and he won't bother us." He knew Barbara liked to play pool but seldom had the chance. "Like this?" Barbara asked, leaning forward and fingering her neckline in what appeared to be a casual gesture, but pulling the dress away from her body, revealing her left nipple. The nipple was very hard and pointed, dark pink and startling against the blue color of the dress. Harry couldn't tell if her she was exposing it accidentally or deliberately. "Sure, why not?" Harry answered. He didn't feel he was as much in control of this situation as he had thought he would be, but he decided to try to take things to a higher level of risk anyway. "I'll tell you what. Let's play for some worthwhile stakes. It'll make the game more exciting." "What have you got in mind?" Barbara asked with a smile that seemed to Harry to contain a bit of a challenge. He thought for a moment. This was completely on the spur of the moment, no part of his plan. "If you win, I have to do anything you tell me to. If I win, the same in reverse." This was more of a gamble for him than it seemed, because Barbara was a better pool player than Harry. She obviously liked the idea of having the chance to take over the initiative. She knew that under ordinary circumstances, she could beat Harry four games out of five. Barbara regarded him with a critical eye. "It's a bet. Let's go for it!" The Blue Dress Pt 2 Mon Jan 30, 2006 15:49 151.199.125.51 Barbara laughed gleefully and slid out of the booth before Harry could even move. She led the way into the other room, looked around, nodded and smiled to the barman and walked over to the rack of cues behind the table. She checked three or four before deciding on the one she wanted to use. Harry also chose a stick and pulled a quarter from his pocket. "Call it for break." "Heads." He tossed the coin. It flashed brightly as it spun in the harsh light over the table. Barbara's flashing too, Harry thought, as he could see her left nipple creep out from the dress as she moved to watch the path of the coin. The coin fell on the table and Barbara bent over slightly to see it clearly, and Harry could see her left breast fully exposed as the dress fell forward. Barbara turned her head to look at Harry, and seeing where his gaze was concentrated, held the pose deliberately, her nipple becoming harder, her breast rising and falling as her breath quickened. Harry forced his eyes from her breast to the quarter lying on the table. Tails. His break. In more ways than one, he thought. Barbara racked the balls, bending over and giving Harry another generous look down her cleavage. He positioned the cue ball and made his shot. Two of the striped balls, the nine and the fourteen, fell into a pocket. Harry shot again but missed. He sat on one of the stools against the wall as Barbara looked carefully at the table and then bent over to take her shot. Her back was to Harry, and he stared as her dress was pulled high on the back of her legs as she shot. She wiggled her ass and Harry started to perspire. Must be the beer and the heat from the light, he thought. She shot and missed. She straightened up and Harry shook his head slightly. "No luck tonight," Barbara said, smiling as though she was having all the luck in the world. "Too bad," he responded. "My shot." Harry sighted down the cue and made a shot, successfully putting the twelve ball in a pocket. Barbara didn't sit down, but circled the table opposite Harry, so that she remained directly in his view. She was doing something with her body that Harry couldn't quite figure out. Her breasts were moving inside her dress and first one nipple and then the other would peek out at him for an instant and then vanish again behind the cloth. He shot almost without looking and missed. He pulled a folded hankerchief from his pocket and wiped his forehead. "Getting hot?" she inquired sweetly. He sat down as Barbara looked at him for a long moment and then began to shoot. She sank ball after ball after ball, moving quickly around the table and hardly seeming to aim at all. She sank all seven of the balls and then stopped to consider the eight ball. She had to tell Harry which pocket the eight ball would go in, and Harry looked bleakly at the table. The eight ball was sitting about six inches from a corner pocket, and Barbara had a clear shot at it. She indicated the corner pocket and Harry nodded glumly. He had known he might lose, but hadn't expected to lose so badly. Barbara had to stretch over the table to make the shot. With her left foot on the floor, she leaned over the table and extended her right leg, resting its full length on the edge of the table and moving slightly from side to side to get the proper angle for the shot. The hem of her dress pulled high on her left leg and slid up her right leg almost to her ass. Harry sat down behind her for a better look. He couldn't quite see up to her knickers -if she was wearing knickers. The thought that she might not be took complete hold of him. The edge of the dress was too tight against her legs for him to see, even when he bent over and looked. "Harry." "Yes?" "Come around here and see if I have this shot lined up correctly. " He did as she asked, looking at the table without really seeing it, preoccupied with wondering if she was wearing knickers or not. "Harry!" "Oh, sorry. Let me see ..." He looked at the position of the eight ball, then the cue ball, then followed an invisible but very straight line to the cue stick. Everything was brightly outlined by the bright light reflected onto the table from overhead. His eyes followed the line up the cue to Barbara's left hand cradling the stick, followed further up the cue to her right hand moving the stick forward and back in little motions, her elbow held high and away from her body -her dress was pulled aside and her entire right breast was exposed, falling out of her dress, gleaming as whitely as the cue ball, seeming to be just as firm as that ivory spheroid, but with the dark nipple protruding! She seemed not to notice, to be concentrating only on her shot. She held the pose for a long time. Harry looked back towards the bar and saw that Nick, the barman, was also enjoying the view. While he was glancing back at Nick, Harry heard the sound of the cue striking the cue ball, immediately followed by the click of one pool ball against another, and then a couple of noises that didn't sound right. He turned back just in time to see the eight ball roll leisurely across the table while the cue ball hung poised on the lip of the corner pocket and then fell in. Barbara had scratched! He had won the game! He wondered how it had happened. It seemed almost impossible that she could havemissed such an easy shot. He could hardly believe it. "Scratched, darn it!" Barbara didn't sound like she minded, and smiled as she said it. "Well, what do you want me to do? I'll be a good loser this time. But I want another chance." Harry snapped out of his daze. "Do? What do I want you to do?" Harry stood as if thinking hard for a moment. He looked at Barbara. Her face was flushed and she was breathing in short, quick gasps. A thin line of perspiration lined her upper lip, making her mouth incredibly enticing. Harry backed up a couple of steps and sat down on one of the short stools. "I want you to take off your knickers." Barbara didn't seem surprised or shocked. "How do you know I'm wearing any?" she asked with a mysterious smile. . "Uh. well, uh. I just assumed ..." "you should be certain of your facts before you name the payoff of a bet, don't you think?" Harry was thoroughly confused. "Well, I guess. .." Barbara moved toward where Harry was sitting and stopped with the hem of her dress touching his knees. "Why don't you check, Harry? Then if you find knickers, why, you can take them off, or I will if you would rather." Barbara leaned forward and took hold of the hem of her skirt with both hands. Harry glanced quickly to the front of the bar, but Nick seemed to be preoccupied and payying no attention to what was occurring by the pool table. Barbara slowly straightened, raising her skirt steadily up her bare legs until the hem rested just at the top of her thighs. She held the dress in that position, the tops of her thighs only inches from Harry's mesmerized stare, and then suddenly dropped the hem to its full length. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "You probably wanted to do that yourself!" She shook the dress out a little against her thighs as if in invitation. "Go right ahead. " Harry reached out his hands and placed them, one on each side of her knees. The fabric of the dress was electric against his wrists. He could feel Barbara quiver delicately as he began to bring his hands up the sides of her thighs. She breathed with in a soft, ragged moan as his hands moved slowly, steadily upward. He could feel the muscles of her thighs move against the palms of his hands and the tips of his fingers. Higher and higher went his hands, higher and higher the hem of the dress, until he had raised it enough to see that Barbara was indeed wearing knickers, white lace bikini knickers, peeking out from under the raised hem of her dress. He had to clear his throat. His mouth was suddenly very dry. "I find that you are indeed wearing knickers. I would like you to raise the hem of your dress to the top of your knickers and hold it there while I remove them." He cleared his throat again. Barbara glanced uncertainly toward Nick at the bar, but he was at the very front of the room, apparently looking out the window. My god, the window! The thought unnerved her for a second, but trying to reassure herself, she thought that the distance was too far for anyone to see anything clearly, and there didn't seem to be anyone looking in. Without saying a word, she took the hem of her dress in both hands and raised it up to her waist, holding it there. She trembled all over, she couldn't help it. She was standing in a public bar with her dress pulled up to her waist and in a minute Harry was going to pull down her knickers and she would be standing completely naked from the waist down except for her shoes, and they didn't cover much! How did she ever let herself get into such a situation? And yet, to be honest with herself, she was feeling exhilarated as well as frightened, daring as well as ashamed. What was happening to her? Instead of feeling victimized, she felt a sense of power. She felt strangely but undeniably that she, not Harry, was in control, and she liked the feeling very much. She even had to admit to herself that she was enjoying the dangerous excitement of exposing herself in this way. Harry wasn't sure if this hadn't gone too far. He hesitated, raising his eyes to look closely at Barbara's face. She was staring at the wall, and her mouth showed the mixture of emotions she was experiencing. "Is it too much?" he asked softly. At first he didn't think she heard him. "Do it!" was all she said. It sounded halfway between an order and a plea. "Fast or slow?" He was speaking very softly. Again, he wasn't sure she heard him. "Slow. Very slow..." Her voice was barely a whisper. He ran his fingertips, slowly, ever so slowly, over the top of her knickers and around the lace edging of the elastic. She shivered involuntarily as his fingers passed over her abdomen, his touch lighter than the smallest feather, so that it almost seemed like a touch in a dream. The juices inside her were surging. Hold on, she thought, just hold on. Slow, slower, make it last and last, willing Harry with her mind to do what was giving her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined in such a situation. And he must have heard her, or received her thought in his mind; because he was sliding the cloth and lace almost imperceptibly, a millimeter at a time. Sliding so very slowly over the bones of her hips, over the firm round cheeks of her ass, freeing the tiny garment from her wetness -she would have to wring out the knickers if she wanted to put them in her purse! she thought- and she held her skirt at her waist without a tremble in her hands, even though inside she felt like a maelstrom, and she felt proud of keeping such tight control- until she couldn't stand it any longer and gave out a deep moan and stumbled back until she felt the edge of the pool table supporting her weight behind her. "Quickly!" she breathed, and Harry swiftly in one motion brought her knickers from mid-thigh to her ankles and helped her step her out of them. And still she stood there, leaning back against the solidity of the massive table, breathing deeply and holding her dress up to her waist! Her small feet and slim calves, her smooth knees, her ripening thighs blending into generous hips, the lush red-gold hair of her pussy, her slightly rounded abdomen, her deep navel and the marvelously narrow waist above, every inch fully revealed in the stark light -stood there without moving, eyes closed, perspiration glistening on her forehead, her arms, and the satiny skin of her abdomen and thighs, while a scent of musk arose from the center of her body and seemed to fill the room... Until Harry said, "You can put it down now." She looked down at him with heavily lidded eyes and said in a husky voice, "If you want me to." And waited for him to tell her. "Yes, for now." The Blue Dress Pt 3 Mon Jan 30, 2006 17:50 151.199.125.51 Harry replaced the cues in the rack and conducted Barbara back to their booth in the far room. They were both very thirsty, and Harry went to the bar and got two more bottles of beer. Nick looked at Harry quizzically but said nothing, which Harry appreciated. Nick was all right. As Harry started back to the other room, the main entrance door opened and a group of men came in and took seats at the bar. The first of the regulars. Nick began to serve them matter-of -factly, knowing what each wanted before he ordered. Harry came back to the booth, set down the bottles and eased into the booth opposite Barbara. She had heard the noise from the other room and looked at Harry questioningly. He explained about the regulars, and how the bar would probably start to fill up soon. Barbara looked a bit crestfallen at this. Harry poured the beer out into the glasses. They both drank quickly, trying to quench their sudden thirst after the experience at the pool table. In no time, glasses and bottles were once again empty. "Do you want another?" Harry asked doubtfully. "Yes, I really would, if you don't mind." Barbara replied. "No problem for me," Harry reassured her, and went to get two more bottles from Nick. Two more people came in as he was starting to order, and he motioned Nick to wait on the newcomers first. Three more came in while he waited for Nick to hand him the bottles. Four of the men went back to the pool table. If they only knew about the game played around that table just a few minutes ago, thought Harry. He took the bottles and went back to the booth. Harry sat down and began to pour out the beer. "Wait!" Barbara said with a gesture. "Don't I owe from the last round?" She still was playing the game! Barbara looked Harry directly in the eyes and, holding his gaze with her own, moved her left hand up the front of her dress until it reached the third and final button and deliberately opened it. She put her hand back on the table. They looked at each other, making a contest out of how long Harry could keep looking Barbara in the eye without glancing down at the open dress. Harry looked at the open buttons. There really wasn't much to see, he realized. The tension on the last button had pulled the fabric above it apart when the button was closed, but with the button undone, the fabric just lay loosely across Barbara's breasts, covering them as effectively as when the dress was fully buttoned up. Harry nodded at the buttons, and Barbara looked down and realized the situation. They both laughed. At that moment, the door to the "Ladies Entrance" opened and two "thirty-something" couples came in. They took a booth on the opposite side about halfway between the door and the arch that led to the main room. After a quick glance towards the back, the couples seemed to pay no attention to Harry and Barbara. But just having other people in the room, which they had come to think of as "their room," seemed to raise the stakes of the game they were playing. "Show me!" Harry urged, as the two other men in the room went into the main room to order drinks. Barbara, slowly but very deliberately, as if she knew exactly what she was doing and fully intended it, pulled open the front of her dress as far as it would go. She was obviously trying to expose both breasts fully at the same time, but the cut of the dress wouldn't allow for that. She moved the open top of the dress back and forth, exposing completely first one full, beautiful, ivory breast and then the other. Harry could see the faint pale blue veins showing through the translucent skin of the underside of her breast, and that seemed more erotic at that moment than anything that had occurred previously. But Barbara wasn't satisfied. She wanted both breasts free at once, without having to press them together, having them be entirely free of any restriction. Her nipples were very hard. Harry could see from the look on her face that she was becoming frustrated with the limitations of the dress. "Shit!" Barbara said, loud enough to be heard across the room. The two women waiting for their escorts to come back with their drinks looked up and glanced in Harry and Barbara's direction but went back to their conversation, which was too quiet to be heard away from their table. Barbara pulled and tugged at the front of her dress, but it wouldn't give. She looked at Harry. He thought she would tear the dress apart from frustration. "Touch them," she stated emphatically. Harry reached across the table and placed his hand on her right breast, feeling the hot nipple stab into his palm. He had to stretch to reach her even though she was leaning forward. Her short stature prevented her from stretching toward him very much without climbing onto the table, which Harry was thinking she was about ready to do. "Do you want me to sit over there, next to you?" he asked. She shook her head negatively. He reached for her left breast. She made an impatient gesture. He leaned back and waited. He could see that something was going through her mind. Suddenly she slid out of her seat and stood up. The front of her dress gaped open. The dress obviously had a mind of its own. It remained closed when she was sitting down, but when she was standing, the front opened up, revealing at least half of both her breasts. Barbara moved forward so that she was standing just beside his seat. He thought she was going to sit down next to him and began to slide towards the wall, but she just shook her head. He looked at her inquiringly. She took a deep breath, which did very interesting things to the top of her dress and caused her breasts to move as if they were playing a game of their own. "Unzip me'.. she commanded, and turned her back to him. Her fingers were folded into tight fists, and those fists were jammed against the top of her hips in a stance Harry knew well and which meant complete determination and no arguments. She took another deep breath and threw her shoulders back, waiting for Harry to slide down the zipper on the back of the dress. She was paying no attention to anything or anyone else but Harry glanced over and saw that the two women in the other booth were staring open-mouthed. He could imagine what they were seeing. Even at that angle there could be no doubt that the top of Barbara's dress was completely open and that she wasn't wearing a bra. Of course, Harry thought to himself, they couldn't know about the absence of knickers... Barbara gave an impatient twitch of her shoulders to tell him to hurry up, which must have looked very interesting from the front, because at just that moment the two men returned with their drinks and both stopped in the archway as if they had run into an invisible wall. Both their jaws dropped to a point dangerously near dislocation. For a moment no one moved and there was no sound. It was as if time had stopped. Then one of the men moved and hurried to join the women in their booth and soon the other man followed. They began to whisper to each other, looking first at one another and then at Barbara. Harry wasn't sure if they were even aware that he was there. Barbara shook her shoulder again, harder, and Harry knew what that meant. He reached up and unfastened the tiny hook at the top of the zipper. He started to move the zipper down but then stopped. "Fast or slow?" he asked her, in a quiet tone that he meant for her ears alone, but which he immediately realized had been heard by the two couples across the room. Harry couldn't see Barbara's face, but he could tell from the stiffening of her body that she was dangerously close to exploding. She took in a deep breath and he expected her to tell him something like "I don't care, just do it!" Then he sensed her body relaxing and she let out the breath she had kept pent inside her. "Slow would be nice, wouldn't it?" she almost crooned. She leaned back toward him. Harry again took hold of the zipper pull and began to ease it down. The room had become very quiet. Even the noise from the bar seemed muted. The two couples in the other booth stared unabashedly at what was happening. Each click of the zipper foot seemed to echo like a hammer striking a nail. Barbara didn't move or give any sign that Harry was to stop. The back of the dress began to come open. Harry could see the straight line of Barbara's spine begin to appear and the smooth curve of her neck and shoulders. Harry 's hand was beginning to tremble. What was happening went far beyond the simple button game he had envisioned when the day began. The zipper continued to open. It seemed to Harry that the zipper was acting of its own accord, that it had nothing to do with him. When the back of the dress was opened halfway down Barbara's back, he paused to see if she would give him any sign, but there was none, and he continued the process of unzipping the dress. The zipper was long rather than short. It reached, Harry thought, several inches below the end of Barbara's spine. He had a giddy thought that the zipper had been put in the wrong dress, that it belonged to a dress for a woman six inches taller than Barbara. He watched, almost hypnotized, as the dress peeled away from more and more of Barbara's back. The dress was open in back to her waist now, and there were still several inches of zipper to go. Harry could see the top of the dress where it covered her shoulders start to relax and slide toward her arms. If Barbara held her arms close to her sides, she could stop the dress from sliding, but she kept her fists on her hips. Her fists were putting downward pressure on the dress as well. Had she forgotten that she was no longer wearing knickers? Did she intend to drop the dress to the floor and stand naked in front of the two couples across the room as well as anyone else who might come in? Should he keep going or put a stop to this right now? No, he had started the whole thing, and he had to see it through the way she wanted him too. This was a kind of commitment, a new plateau in their relationship, and he had to give her the freedom to do what she wanted to do, and to help her do it. The zipper was fully open. Harry could see the rounded flesh of Barbara's buttocks and the crack of her ass. It was completely evident that she was wearing nothing under the dress. He gave a slight tug on the zipper tab to let her know that the dress was fully unzipped. She nodded and dropped her fists from her hips, letting her hands open and fall naturally to her sides. He didn't think the dress would fall off without help, but he wasn't sure. Barbara took a breath and let it out in a sigh. He could see her turn her head and look directly at the two other couples in the room. They were staring at her as if they couldn't tear their eyes away. She turned slowly and deliberately to face him. When she was facing him directly, he could see that she was smiling at him, a smile mixing passion, excitement, and a bit of conspiracy. She reached up with both hands and gave a gentle tug at the open neck of the dress. She moved her shoulders slightly and gave another tug, all the while gazing directly into Harry's eyes. The dress slipped an inch down her shoulders, then another. He could see all of both her breasts now, seeming to be more firm than he had ever seen them, the nipples erect and harder than he could have imagined. Her breasts were framed by the dress, which stiII clung to the edges of her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled and gleamed. She raised her eyebrows at Harry, and shrugged her shoulders just slightly. The dress fell to her waist, where she caught it in her arms, folding them across her waist. She was entirely naked now from the waist up. Harry thought she had never looked so beautiful, never so confident of herself, never so in command of a situation. Her breasts, entirely free now as she had wanted; were exquisitely beautiful. She continued to look directly at Harry, and there was something in her look for him that he had never seen before. He held her gaze for what seemed a very long time. Then he allowed his eyes to wander all over her body. He knew that the other couples could see the back of Barbara's naked body from her knees upward, that the backs of her thighs and the full roundness of her buttocks and her narrow waist and her straight back and lovely shoulders and neck were all exposed, and he wondered if they could possibly realize what a wonderful privilege she had given them. Barbara casually pulled the dress back onto her shoulders, turned around and took the few steps to her seat, again looking directly and unselfconsciously at the other two couples. She sat down and faced Harry. The other couples looked at each other in confusion and after a hasty consultation hurried out the door. Harry just sat and stared at Barbara in complete amazement. There was nothing he could think of to say. The whole experience had overwhelmed him. He found his gaze moving from her eyes to her mouth to her still-open dress. She smiled, and once again did her tug and shrug routine, and the dress fell to her waist. "Can you reach them now?" she asked. She leaned forward; and Harry placed both his hands, palms up, at the opposite edge of the table. Barbara bent slightly and let her breasts lie in Harry's hands. He held them for a moment, then began to caress them gently. He made light, tiny circles around her nipples with each thumb, occasionally rubbing the ball of his thumb directly against the protruding, insistent points of her breasts. Her breath came quicker. She made little moaning sounds in her throat, sounds that were a mixture of great pleasure and the pain of something inside her that had been caged far too long and was about to emerge. She was breathing heavily. His own breath was ragged and he could feel the blood rushing through his body. Finally Barbara sat back in the booth and surveyed the surroundings. "We still have a round to go!" Harry looked at the two full bottles on the table. He had forgotten all about them. "We don't have to finish.." he started to say, but Barbara waved his words away. "We don't want to leave anything undone, do we ? Let's see -I don't have any buttons left... and my zipper is open ...my bra is in my purse ...and so are my knickers --I suppose it wouldn't be according to the rules for me to take off my shoes, would it? " She paused as if considering very seriously what to do about the question, which she obviously intended to answer herself. "No, I don't think so, " Barbara went on. Then she said brightly, "Oh, I know! " She reached over and poured beer first into Harry's glass and then into her own. He watched this as if in some kind of trance. He was vaguely aware that she was expertly pouring to keep the foam to a minimum, but it seemed to him that she was using more body English than necessary to do it. She raised her glass and he said, "To us." They both emptied their glasses in one motion, and Barbara quickly filled them one last time. "My turn to make the toast," she said. "Here's to the blue dress! " As Harry raised his glass to drink, Barbara reached under the table with her left hand and brought it back to the tabletop, the blue dress in her hand. She had managed to remove the dress completely with one hand while pouring the beer with the other. She placed the blue dress in the center of the table. "I think it's time we went home, don't you, Harry? Would you mind carrying this for me?" Harry just nodded, almost in shock. Barbara rose from her seat, looked to see that Harry was carrying the blue dress and, entirely naked except for her shoes, led the way to the door. She paused for Harry to open the door for her and preceded him outside. She walked as casually as if she were fully clothed. Barbara linked her arm in Harry's free arm. As they started to cross the street, a car sped by and its driver turned his head as if it were on a swivel, not believing what he was seeing, and the car swerved dangerously

Bright Sparks Children’s Home by Vanessa Evans Part 02 – All the girls stop wearing clothes. David and Mike smiled as they left the room and ascended the stairs. It wasn’t long before the screams and loud swearing started. All Dennis did was turn up the television and engage in conversation with some of the kids. The screams and swearing had stopped by bedtime but none of the 4 had emerged from Jane’s or Ann’s room. When Dennis did his rounds he opened Jane’s door and saw her spread eagled on her bed, naked, wrists and ankles tied to the 4 corners and a gag in her mouth. Her eyes were closed. Dennis closed the door and went to Ann’s room. When he quietly opened the door he wasn’t surprised to see that she too was tied, spread eagled to her bed, but David was fucking her pussy and Mike was fucking her mouth. Dennis quietly shut the door. When he opened Mandy’s door he saw her in the throws of an orgasm with her right hand busy on her pussy. He smiled and quietly shut the door. Two of the other girls were masturbating when he quietly opened their doors and he watched for a couple of seconds then quietly left. Dennis quietly went to his own accommodation and had a satisfying wank remembering seeing Mandy naked in the clothes shop with other people watching her. Jane and Ann didn’t make it down for breakfast but Mike and David did, both smiling and looking a little tired. “Everything okay guys?” Dennis asked. “It certainly is,” David said, “it shouldn’t take much longer, they’re starting to understand who’s the boss.” The other kids went to play in the local park for the day leaving Jane, Ann, David, Mike, Mandy and Dennis. Mandy was in a happy mood and Dennis hoped that the previous day’s events was the reason, and when she asked him if he would like to go for a walk, Dennis quickly agreed. Mandy went and changed into her new dress which Dennis loved, and he told her so. They walked to a different little park with Mandy linking her arm with Dennis’. When they got there they sat on the grass talking, Mandy either not realising or not caring that her pussy was on display right in front of Dennis. Difficult as it was, Dennis managed to keep his eyes mostly on Mandy’s face as they talked about their previous times in children’s homes, Mandy avoiding her bad experiences and Dennis not asking. After a while they lay back on the grass, Mandy again either not realising of not caring that her bald pubes were now on display above her slightly spread legs. Dennis lay alongside her, up on one elbow so that he could look down on her, and her visible, bare pubes and slit. A fact that a couple of men walking their dogs didn’t miss, Dennis not doing anything to reduce the exposure. Dennis was looking down at Mandy’s face when she suddenly reached up with her hands and pulled his face down to hers. They kissed for a few seconds then Dennis pulled up and looked down at her inviting face before giving her the longest, French kiss that he had ever given a girl. When the kiss finally ended Dennis looked Mandy up and down and saw that she had spread her legs some more and another dog walker was seeing what Dennis was seeing, a very wet pussy. Looking back up to her face they kissed again before Mandy said, “Fuck me please Dennis.” Well, what could Dennis do, he’s a normal, healthy man and none of those would miss the opportunity in front of him. He got to his feet, pulled her up to hers, then led her into some bushes where he bent her over and rammed his cock into her dripping pussy. Unfortunately, it had been a long time since Dennis had fucked a girl and he didn’t last long. Fortunately, Mandy somehow knew what to do and she turned, dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. As he started to get hard again Dennis wondered if it was something that she had been made to do when she had been repeatedly raped, but at that moment he didn’t care. When he was hard again Mandy pushed him to the ground and rode him cowboy style until first she orgasmed, then he did again. When they were both sated she collapsed down onto his chest and just lay there. After a few minutes Mandy started to apologise saying that she shouldn’t have done that. Dennis put a finger to her lips stopping her from talking then hugged her tightly and told her that everything was okay and that she’d done nothing wrong. Mandy slowly accepted what Dennis had said then kissed him again before sitting up and asking if they could do it again. “Mandy, darling,” Dennis said, “girls can fuck all day long but men can’t, they need time to recover and you have just drained me, but we will fuck again soon, and we’ll do it every day until you don’t want to do it again.” “That will be never.” “Maybe, but we will only fuck when you want to, you are never going to be raped again.” “But I want you to fuck me every minute of every day, even when I’m asleep.” “Well that might happen one day, but right now we need to get back, I’m starting to worry about Jane and Ann.” “They asked for what I think that they are getting,” Mandy said, “they are naughty girls that need to be punished.” “Yes, but I am afraid that you might see similarities to what happened to you Mandy.” “No I don’t, Jane and Ann have been asking for it, I didn’t, I’m a good girl.” “You certainly are Mandy.” They got to their feet and started walking back, holding hands. As Dennis looked at Mandy he saw that her dress hadn’t fallen completely down and half her butt and her slit and pubes were on display to the odd person walking in the park. So was his cum that was starting to seep out of her and down her inner thighs. Again, Mandy either didn’t realise or didn’t know, and she certainly didn’t check that she was covered. Dennis said nothing and it was well over 200 metres before her dress returned to its proper place. As they walked, Dennis explained that no one at Bright Sparks must every know what they had done and that they were now more than children’s home manager and guest. He explained that he could get into serious trouble if anyone ever found out. Mandy promised to act as if nothing had changed but made Dennis promise to make sure that they had alone time together. Dennis let go of her hand, put his arm around her and squeezed one of her little tits. “I will definitely do that.” Then he held her hand again and asked her what she was going to do when she turned 18 in a couple of weeks. “I don’t know yet, I’m hoping that someone will find me a job and somewhere to live.” “Have you ever considered working in a children’s home, you can often get free accommodation thrown in.” “I never thought of that, I’ll think about it but where could I get a job in a home?” “Well you’d have to have some training but maybe I can find a place for you in a home.” “That would be great, but not too far from you please, I want us to fuck a million times every day.” Dennis squeezed her hand then let go of it as they were approaching Bright Sparks. Both Jane and Ann were standing in the lounge when Dennis and Mandy walked in. Both girls were as naked as the day they were born and both looked very dishevelled. Jane was the first to speak, “I’m sorry that I’ve been such an ungrateful bitch Dennis, I promise that from now on I will be a different girl, I will do anything that you want without question.” “Good to hear that Jane, what about you Ann?” “Yes, Jane is right, I too have been an ungrateful bitch Dennis, I too promise that from now on I will be a different girl, I will do anything that you want without question.” “Good, I hope that today will be a new start for both of you. Now, there’s the problem of the money that you took from Mandy.” “If I’d known that,” David said, “they’d still be up there learning another lesson.” “No please,” Jane said, “anything but that.” “Turn around girls.” Dennis said, then when they did, he continued, “Ouch, both those butts look painful.” “It is.” They both replied, then Jane continued, “and it doesn’t stop with what you can see.” Jane bent over and spread her legs, her pussy looked very red and swollen. “So,” Dennis said, “I think that you’ve had enough of that sort of punishment for now, you will return all of the money and, and, no, let’s introduce a new rule, from now on, the punishment for certain offences will be decided by the rest of the team.” Dennis made the 2 naughty girls stand and wait until all the kids were back from their day out then he called all of them to the lounge then repeated his previous sentence to the 2 naughty girls, repeated the details of the 2 girl’s crime then continued, “Team, who has a suggestion for what Jane and Ann’s punishment should be?” “Let Mike and me deal with them.” David said. “No pocket money for a year.” Jennifer suggested. “Keep them naked with their legs wide open for a month.” William suggested. “What about you Mandy?” Dennis asked, “you are the victim here, what do you think should happen to them?” “I don’t know,” Mandy replied, “whatever you think Dennis.” “Send them to school like that.” Tony suggested. “Well, we have a few interesting suggestions,” Dennis said, “let’s see now, a few hours with David and Mike sounds good, and so does keeping them naked for a month. Although the no pocked money for a year sounds befitting their crime I think that it is a bit too lenient. Sending them to school with no clothes would be very humiliating for them and would teach them a lot but I’m sure that the school wouldn’t approve, so it’s down to a choice between a few hours with Mike and David and keeping them naked for a month. Jennifer can you go and get 10 pens or pencils and some paper that we can tear into 10 pieces.” Jennifer got up and ran to get the supplies and when they were distributed Dennis continued, “Everyone, except Jane and Ann, write your choice of punishment on your piece of paper, fold it and pass all of them to me.” When that was done Dennis opened the papers and put them in 2 piles. Then he announced the results, “Ladies and gentlemen, by a vote of 7 to 3, Jane and Ann will remain naked for the next month.” Everyone heard both Jane and Ann breath a sigh of relief. “Well you two, it looks like you got off lightly, what do you have to say, do you accept your punishment or would you prefer the alternative?” “No, no, we’ll do it.” Jane quickly said. “Good, for the next month, apart from bed times, going to school and when I tell you otherwise, you will remain naked and perform all your rostered tasks, including taking the rubbish to the bins outside and picking up litter outside. You may only go into your rooms for 1 minute at a time during the day, you will leave your bedroom door open at all times and your duvet will be in your wardrobe at all times. When you are down here and sat down you will not cross your legs and you will keep your knees approximately 30 centimetres apart. Each infringement of these conditions will result in an extra day being added to your sentence. Do you understand?” Both girls said that they did but Jane asked if the sentence applied to weekends as well. “It does, so if you want to go into town you will do it naked.” Some of the younger kids giggled at that thought. “Right, now go and get cleaned up then come back down here for something to eat, I suspect that you haven’t eaten proper food since yesterday morning.” “No sir, thank you sir.” they both replied then slowly walked off. “Thank you boys,” Dennis said to Mike and David, “I’m sure that you have already had your rewards.” Most eyes were on Jane and Ann as they took their place at the table for the evening meal, not only to watch the girl’s little tits wobbling about as they walked, nor their slits or butts, but to see how they managed to sit down on their painful looking butts. Both girls managed to sit but their efforts were accompanied by a few ‘aarghs’ and ‘ooows’. During the evening meal Dennis repeated that the team would, from then on, be consulted with regard to punishments, reminding them that Jane and Ann had stolen some money and that they were now suffering the consequences. Then he told them that Bright Sparks would be inspected the following Tuesday which was an inset day at school so everyone would be at home. He also explained that everyone, including Jane and Ann would be wearing clothes other than underwear and that he expected everyone to give the inspectors a glowing report if asked. Jennifer interrupted, “Why wouldn’t we give a glowing report, it’s great here.” “Thank you Jennifer, I’m pleased that you are happy.” “I am, where else can we see so many boy’s cocks.” A few girly giggles followed, the mood lightened and so did the conversation. After the meal the rostered people washed up and cleaned the place, both Jane and Ann doing their homework sat at the table with their knees spread wide. Mandy had changed out of her new dress into her favourite T shirt as soon as her and Dennis had got back from their walk and she was again oblivious to her exposure of her lower butt and slit which Dennis, and the older boys kept looking at. When it came time for bed Jane and Ann followed Dennis’ instructions and when he did his rounds Dennis saw them on their backs, legs spread wide and a hand cupping their pussies. He wondered if they had been masturbating. When Dennis got to Mandy’s room he saw that she too was on her back on top of her bed with her legs spread wide and was actively rubbing her pussy. “I’m glad that you’ve come to see me,” Mandy said, “will you fuck me please?” Dennis quietly shut the door, turned the light on and spent the next half hour locked in a passionate sex session with Mandy. It was a contented and happy Mandy that went to sleep, and a happy and contented Dennis that did the same about 20 minutes later. The next morning was school, and both Jane and Ann were stood at the front of the queue of kids waiting to leave with the fronts of their skirts pulled up and their blouses open waiting for Dennis’s inspection. Dennis walked up to them and looked down at their slits then their exposed tits. “Good girls, maybe you are learning. Don’t forget to sit with your knees about 30 centimetres apart. Oh, I’ve just had an idea, roll the top of your skirts, just once, so that it is a bit shorter today, and roll it once more each day until you can feel your butt when you slide your hand down your butt.” “Yes Dennis.” They both replied as they put their clothes back into place then rolled the top of their skirts. Dennis watched them walk off and wondered how many days it would be before he was watching their butts as they walked. Then he turned to the next kids in the queue and checked them before sending them on their way. Mandy was at the back of the queue, stood with her blouse pulled up over her tits and skirt pulled up at the front. Dennis ran his finger along her slit and quickly dipped a finger into her wet hole before pulling it out and holding it up to her face. She looked at Dennis’s finger then opened her mouth. After sucking it clean Dennis pulled it out then flicked one of her still exposed, hard nipples. “Hmm, that’s nice,” Mandy said, “do you want me to sit with my knees 30 centimetres apart and roll the top of my skirt over Dennis?” “That would be nice, but I’m not punishing you.” “I know, but I want to, to please you.” Mandy pulled her top down over her tits then her skirt over her butt. Then Dennis saw her roll the waist band over a couple of times almost uncovering her slit and the bottom of her butt. She turned to Dennis, kissed him on his lips the said goodbye and walked off, waggling her butt as she walked. Of course Dennis watched and thought that Mandy was the happiest that he had ever seen her. Dennis spent the day making sure that everything was ready for the inspection the next day. He smiled when he realised that he nearly forgot to take the stirrups off the medical couch, “What would they think if they saw those?” He thought. He was still cleaning some of the pans when the kids started to return at the end of the school day, and he heard the 2 youngest boys talking about their PE lesson. “Shit, PE lessons, I forgot about those.” The girls have a choice of shorts or skirts and he was sure that his girls wore shorts. He made a mental note to get some short PE skirts for the 3 older girls. He’d go out on the Wednesday morning and get them then swap them in their PE kit which they always brought home but rarely put in the wash. When the 3 older girls walked in Dennis saw that all 3 skirts were still rolled at the waist band. He sent Jane and Ann to take their clothes off then spoke to Mandy. “Has your skirt been like that all day?” “Yes, and I sat with my knees wide apart in all my lessons. I’m going to show even more when I roll the top again tomorrow.” Dennis smiled, tweaked one of Mandy’s protruding nipples, then sent her to get changed out of her school uniform. “It’s a nice day today Dennis, can I be naked for the rest of the day?” “Yes Mandy, of course you can, you don’t have to ask about that.” “Thank you Dennis.” Mandy walked off, taking her skirt and blouse off as she walked. Dennis caught a glimpse of her pussy from behind as she climbed the stairs, still waggling her butt. He was sure that it glistened as it caught the light. The evening was spent with the kids doing their homework and playing games, and Dennis was amused as he watched the naked Jane and Ann gingerly sit on the chairs at the table. The talk was mainly about school and Jennifer told everyone that some of the boys and girls were calling Jane, Ann and Mandy sluts for wearing such short skirts and flashing their pussies a lot of the time. “Jennifer,” Dennis replied, “you know why Jane and Ann are dressed as they are, just tell anyone who says anything that it is part of their punishment.” “What about Mandy,” Jennifer asked, “she isn’t being punished.” “No she isn’t. Mandy is nearly 18 and will be leaving us in a couple of weeks. I believe that she is old enough to make her own decisions about what she wears.” “So she’s a slut.” “No she isn’t Jennifer, when you do your homework look-up the definition of a slut.” Jennifer admitted defeat and stayed silent. Over the evening mean Dennis reminded them that it was an inset the next day (cheers from all the young kids) and that the council would be there for an inspection. He asked them to be polite to the inspection team and not to mention that Jane and Ann were being punished. He told Jane and Ann that they were to wear a dress from after breakfast until the inspection team had left then to take them off and that their punishment would continue. “Do we have to sit with our knees open?” Ann asked. “Not when the inspection team is here.” “What about Mandy?” Jennifer asked. “I’m sure that Mandy has the common sense to put some clothes on whilst the team is here, and that she will keep her knees closed as well.” As he was saying that he wasn’t totally convinced that it was true but Mandy was at the table and she was listening. After the meal the kids got on with their homework or played games, all 3 older girls being naked and all 3 sitting with their knees open. Mandy was sat opposite Dennis and he could see that she was sexually aroused. He had a hard time (no pun intended) hiding his erection but he had to wait until he did his rounds after all the kids had gone to bed to get the relief that he so wanted when he went to Mandy’s room. Mandy was waiting for him, legs spread wide and playing with her pussy. When he walked in and closed the door behind him she just said, “Fuck me.” Thirty minutes later Dennis pulled out of her for the last time that day. The next morning started like any other, except that Jane and Ann came down to breakfast naked and Mandy was wearing only her favourite T shirt which doesn’t cover all of her butt or slit. Dennis told all 3 to go and put dresses on straight after the breakfast was finished. All the kids were either inside or out in the garden when the inspection team arrived, 2 of them having a quick word with 2 of the kids before coming inside to see Dennis. A tour of the place was the first item on their agenda, and after greetings, Dennis led them around everywhere. It was Mandy’s turn to do the washing and they found her in the laundry loading a machine. She was slightly bent over and Dennis wondered if any of the team noticed what he had, Mandy’s partial bare butt and pussy as she bent over to load the machine. If they did, none of them said anything. One member of the team said hello to Mandy and they engaged in polite conversation whilst the rest of the team looked around. Tour complete, they all went into the lounge where Jane and Ann served coffee to them all whilst they talked about the inspections and a few other issues that were needed to be discussed. Dennis hadn’t told Jane and Ann to serve any coffee and was pleased that they had used their initiative but a little worried that their bending over in such short dresses was showing the inspection team things that he didn’t really want them to see. Thankfully, none of the team gave any indication that they had seen anything. The relevant points of the discussions were: - A couple of the girls, those who served the coffee, appeared to be in some pain. Dennis explained that he too had noticed that and that he had an arrangement with a doctor to visit once per week and that he would ask him to look at them on his next visit in a couple of days. Dennis was running the home on his own. Although they were not doubting Dennis’ abilities, the inspection team told Dennis that he should be employing some staff and at least one of them should be a woman to deal with any personal problems that any of the girls had. Dennis agreed with them and explained that he had a young woman in mind but she would need some training to meet the current standards for children’s home staff. The inspection team reminded Dennis of the training requirements and wished him well in recruiting someone, but also stated that he should also look for more than 1 person to cover for sickness and holidays. Dennis then explained that he had 2 more young ladies in his sights but his priority was getting the first young woman employed and trained. The inspection team were happy. Then the subject of the age of 1 of the guests was raised and Dennis was asked if anything was being done about obtaining accommodation and employment for the girl. Dennis explained that he was sure that he could meet both the requirements before she reached 18. The final issue that the inspection team had for Dennis was the replacement for the girl who would be leaving in a couple of weeks. Dennis told them that he preferred girls as he found them to be less disruptive and more willing to change to fit in with the ways of Bright Sparks. “Well whatever you are doing, and how you are doing it appears to be working,” was the final comment from the inspection team as they left. Dennis was happy and his next task was to find Jane and Ann, both to thank them for using their initiative, and tell them to get naked again, which they readily did. Then he went and told Mandy that he had a job for her when she reached her birthday, if she wanted it. As she took her dress off she asked, “What is it?” “My assistant.” Mandy almost squealed with delight then asked where she would live. “In my flat with me, I have a spare bedroom but I don’t expect you to use it.” Mandy did squeal with delight and found it very hard not to jump up on him and give him a big hug. “You can fuck my brains out when you come to check on me tonight.” She whispered. “I will, I certainly will.” Dennis replied. “When can I start, and when can I move into your flat?” “As soon as you are 18.” “Will I have to wear clothes to do the job?” “Some of the time, and certainly when you go on the training courses.” “Oh, that’s a disappointment, I want you to see me naked all the time.” “And I want to be able to see your cute little naked body all the time but there will be times when that just is not possible, but your times with clothes on will be kept to a minimum, I promise.” “Oh, what about the doctor, he’s so good at making me happy and it’s nice when all the kids look at me afterwards.” “I’m sure that we can find a way for him to examine you each week.” “Good, can you fuck me right now please?” As she asked that, Mandy took Dennis’ hand and placed it on her wet pussy. Dennis couldn’t resist inserting a finger and also giving her clit a little rub causing her to moan and beg him to fuck her, but he somehow resisted and told her to go into the garden and enjoy the sun. Mandy looked disappointed, and so was Dennis, but that was not the time, nor the place for them to have a passionate session. A little while later Dennis went for a walk round the garden to check on all the kids and was please to see Mandy sunbathing, nude and gently playing with her clit. “Keeping it warm for me are you?” He whispered. Mandy smiled and opened her legs a little more. Dennis also found Jane and Ann sunbathing, but laying on their stomachs. Their legs too were spread and both of them had a hand under their stomachs. Those hands were also toying with their clits. Dennis stood between the 2 pairs of feet watching the fingers working for a few seconds then said, “I’ll ask the doctor to look at both your butts on Thursday, they still look very painful.” Both sets of fingers stopped working and 2 heads turned to look at Dennis. “Sorry Dennis, I didn’t see you coming over, and thank you, it would be nice if the doctor could give us some cream or something.” Jane replied. “I really do have your best interests at heart girls, I really do want you to be intelligent and useful members of society when you leave here.” “We know sir, and we’re both very sorry that we gave you a hard time, we were real bitches, but we’ve learned our lesson.” “Good, I think that you have, now enjoy the sun whilst you can, and your fingers can get back to making you happy.” “Oh, sorry sir, I didn’t think that anyone could tell.” “That’s okay, I do know that girls have needs and I hove no problem with then satisfying those needs anywhere at Bright Sparks, better here than in a place where you can get in trouble for doing that.” “Yes sir, thank you sir.” Both girls replied. “Relax girls. I’m not a teacher, I’m Dennis, I want to be like a big brother to you.” “Thank you sir, I mean Dennis.” Jane said. “Make yourselves happy girls.” Dennis said as he walked away and over to where the 2 youngest kids were swinging on the old swings that were hanging from the big horse chestnut tree. As he walked passed Mandy he heard her moan and he knew that she had just had an orgasm. Everyone seemed to be quite relaxed for the rest of the day and the evening went quickly and without any dramas. The 3 older girls were all sat on one of the sofas with their knees spread wide, talking and not appearing to care what they were displaying. Dennis and Mandy had another satisfying session later that night. Even at the underwear inspection the next morning there was a jovial atmosphere and both Jane and Ann were holding their skirts and blouses up for Dennis when he went to them to make sure that they weren’t wearing any underwear. “just 1 roll at the waistband of my skirt Dennis?” Jane asked, “or shall I do 2?” “No Jane, just 1 per day.” “You do realise that by the time our punishment is over these skirts will be just a roll of material around our waists?” Jane asked. “Yes, I’d worked that out, but we will have to stop before then, your butts and pussies need to be ‘just’ covered when you are standing like you are now. That way you can’t get arrested but I’m sure that I don’t need to tell you what will happen during normal school activities.” “No Dennis, is that what you want, everyone at school to see our butts and pussies?” “The point is, is that what YOU want girls?” “A month ago I would have been horrified at the thought but you’ve changed me Dennis, now it turns me on to even think about people seeing my pussy.” “I haven’t changed you Jane, all I’ve done is make you think about what you really want, what you want and not what society wants. Society has a lot of really good rules but it has some really crazy ones as well and you’ve just knocked down the barriers on one of them.” “I think that I understand Dennis.” Ann said. “Good, now off you go and have a good day.” “Thank you sir, I mean Dennis.” Dennis checked the other kids and set them off, leaving just Mandy who has started waiting at the back of the queue each day with her skirt up to her waist and her blouse above her tits. As Dennis put his hand on her pussy, Mandy shuddered and had a little orgasm. “Wow,” Dennis said, “you are enjoying my touches.” “I’ve been waiting for that since I went to sleep last night. Do you want me to roll my skirt right up to my waist Dennis, because I will if you tell me to. I don’t care who sees me.” “That’s a really nice thought Mandy, but I don’t want you to get arrested, just keep your butt and pussy covered.” “I can’t do that in the classrooms when I sit down with me knees open.” “I know, and I hope that your teachers appreciate the sight of your pussy.” “I think that they do, they’ve all seen it and none of them has said anything.” “Good, I’m happy about that.” “So am I.” Mandy replied. Dennis took his hand off Mandy’s pussy and told her to get off to school. He again stood there and watched her walk away, waggling her butt as she pulled her clothes back into place. He smiled when he saw that her skirt hem was getting higher each day. Dennis had one, possibly two important tasks that day, firstly he had to buy 3 PE skirts and secondly, if they arrived, start installing the cameras. The PE skirts were his number one priority because he knew that all 3 girls had PE on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He quickly got ready and took a taxi into town and to the nearest sports shop. He was disappointed not to find what he was looking for as he hurried to the next sports shop and even more disappointed when they couldn’t help him either. He was just thinking that he’d have to find them online when he came across a shop selling young teen girls clothes. Not really expecting any luck he was over the moon when he found just what he wanted, short, wrap skirts made of a very thin material and having waists that could be adjusted to fit most girls because of the velcro fastening. The ‘wrap over’ part was minimal and they were navy blue, the school’s PE uniform colour. Dennis was beaming as he paid for the 3 skirts then rushed to get a taxi back to Bright Sparks. Removing the tags he put the skirts on the side ready to give to the girls that evening. He was just relaxing and imagining the girls wearing those skirts for gymnastics, which was what all 3 did on a Thursday, when the doorbell rang. Jumping up, Dennis took delivery of a large, heavy box and he quickly opened it. Inside were 9 mirrors, each about 30 centimetres square, and each one mounted in a bevelled frame that looked solid and has flowery patterned holes drilled all around it. What wasn’t obvious was that one of the holes had a motion detecting WiFi camera hidden behind it and the frame also contained 2 rechargeable batteries to power the camera and the WiFi engine. Dennis had had the foresight to order a charger and spare batteries and he quickly got out his d.i.y. tools and started mounting the cameras where he wanted them, all in places where the girls could use the mirrors, unaware that they were being spied on. It was an easy job and he was soon at his PC in his flat and loading and configuring the cameras and the software. He also remembered to change the default passwords on the whole system and each camera, just in case. Then he clicked on one of the little windows expecting to see what that camera was seeing. There was nothing and it took him a few seconds to realise that there was no activity in front of that camera. “Stupid idiot” he thought as he configured the system to write all videos to the external hard drive that he had also purchased. Then he went for a walk passed each of the cameras before going back to the PC to check that he had 9 timestamped files on the external drive. He was again happy when he saw that he had. He clicked on 1 of them and studied the resolution of the images. He was again happy. He left the software running and went and cleared away all the boxes and any mess that he had made. He was just relaxing when the door burst open and the kids started to arrive home. He smiled again when he saw how short Jane’s and Ann’s skirts were, and he smiled even more when he saw Mandy. Her skirt was so short that he could see her clit sticking out between her lips. He panicked for a split second then remembered that he was sat down. He quickly stood up and saw that he could no longer see her clit. “No shorter than that.” He whispered as she came up to him and said, “We’re back.” “I can see that, did you all have a good day?” He got a few positive comments Ann said, “The boys were following us around again and there was a fight behind us when we went upstairs.” Dennis smiled knowing exactly what had caused the fight, then he said, “Just so long as you weren’t involved girls, now up to your rooms, you know what you have to do.” “Yes Dennis.” Jane and Ann both replied. “Can I get naked as well?” Mandy asked. “Of course you can, you all can if you want, and you know that you don’t have to ask.” Dennis went to the kitchen to check the roster then reminded those who had work to do. He wasn’t surprised when Jane and Ann came back downstairs naked, nor was he surprised when Mandy did, but he was surprised when Jennifer’s naked body started appearing as she came down the stairs. “Going to lay out in the sun before it disappears, I hate tan lines.” She said as she walked outside with most of the others, including Dennis, staring at her. “Wow,” Dennis thought, “things are going well, it’s a good job that the weather is good.” Mandy followed Jennifer, the youngest girl at the home, having just turned 15, out and Dennis got on with organising the evening meal. When it was ready he went outside and saw the 2 girls flat on their backs next to each other and talking like good friends. “Food you two.” He shouted and when they started to get up he turned and went back to the kitchen. When everyone sat at the table, with now 4 naked girls, Dennis saw that both Jane and Ann were still suffering when they sat down. “Still suffering girls.” Dennis asked. “Yes, but we’re not complaining, it was our fault.” Ann replied. “True,” Dennis replied, “hopefully the doctor can give you something to help tomorrow.” “Thank you Dennis.” Jane said. The conversation centred around school with both Jane and Ann telling everyone about some of the things that had happened because of their short skirts. As the deserts were handed around Dennis asked Jane and Ann what they wore for PE. “Our polo shirts and shorts, why?” “Shorts? You know that you aren’t supposed to be covering your pussies.” “Well yes, but what are we supposed to do, do PE bottomless?” That comment triggered a couple of giggles from the younger kids. “Well as much as that idea appeals to me, no, that’s not a good idea, but what is a good idea is that you wear PE skirts.” “We haven’t go any.” “You have now, on the side over there are 3 new skirts one for you Jane, Ann and Mandy. As soon as you’ve finished eating try them on.” Both Jane and Ann shrugged their shoulders and Mandy smiled. When the meal was finished, the designated people started clearing up and Jane went over to the skirts. Holding one up she said, “You want us to wear these? Look at them, there’s nothing to them.” “Try it on Jane.” Jane put it on and all she could say was “Wow”. Then after a few seconds she said, “You want me to wear this for gymnastics?” “And your polo shirt.” “You do realised what gymnastics is Dennis, our bodies get into all sorts of positions.” “I know,” Dennis replied, “Ann put yours on and we’ll all go outside and you two can show us all on the grass.” “Okay, I’ll show you how much we’ll be showing.” Ann put on another of the skirts and most of us followed Jane and Ann outside to the grass where they started doing some of the moves and exercises. As Dennis expected, the skirts spent most of the time up around their waists or gaping open leaving their pubes and half of their stomachs on display, and that was just their fronts. After about 7 or 8 exercises they stopped and Jane said, “So you want us to wear these for gymnastics tomorrow?” “Yes, and all PE lessons from now on.” “Okay, but you do realised that all the other kids, girls and boys, and the teachers, female and male, will see everything that we’ve got?” “I guess that they will, is that a problem for you?” “No, not it that’s what you want.” “It is, call it part of your punishment.” “Okay then, we’ll do it, for you.” “Good, now take the skirts off and go and get me your PE shorts.” Jane and Ann did just that, with all but Mandy, Jennifer and Dennis following them inside. “You want me to wear one of those skirts as well?” Mandy asked. “Yes I do.” “Okay.” Mandy replied. “What about me, do you want me to wear one for PE?” Jennifer asked. “Do you think that you are old enough for the exposure Jennifer?” “I’m out here totally naked aren’t I?” “Yes you are. Okay then if you think that you are ready for it.” “I’m ready, besides my shorts rub against my pussy and make me sore.” “Okay then, I’ll go into town tomorrow and get another one.” “Can you make it 2, I think that Angela will be wanting one soon, she wanted to sunbathe with me but she chickened out at the last minute.” “Okay, I have no problem with that. When do you have PE next Jennifer.” “Tomorrow afternoon.” “Mandy, when is your PE lesson?” “In the morning.” “Could you two meet up at lunchtime and hand the skirt over, it will adjust to fit both of you.” Both girls nodded and everyone was happy. As they were walking back outside, Dennis heard Jane say to Ann, “This is going to be so much fun, I bet that there won’t be a soft cock in the gym.” “Even Mr. Jones.” They both giggled as Dennis surprised them and said, “You’re probably right, I’m glad to see that you are both adapting to your new life quite well.” “Yes sir.” Jane replied. Dennis went inside leaving the 4 naked girls out in the back garden. They didn’t come back inside for a while and when they did they were all giggling. “We’ve been for a walk down the road.” Jane said. “WHAT!” Dennis said, “Please, please girls, promise that you won’t do that again you could get into serious trouble. There’s a time and a place, and on the street outside isn’t one of them.” “Okay,” Jane said, “will you tell us where we can go down a street naked?” “Yes I will, but there aren’t many places or times in England, you’d need to go to Spain or the south of France.” “Will you take us please Dennis?” Ann asked. “Maybe one day, just enjoy the freedom that you have right now, you wouldn’t have that at any other children’s home.” “I know,” Jane replied, “and we love you because of it, you’re a great home runner, or whatever your job title is.” “Thank you, now have you got any home work?” All 4 girls groaned the went off to do the work, Jane, Ann and Mandy sitting with their knees wide apart. Dennis smiled and wondered when Jennifer would start spreading her legs. Dennis went into Mandy’s room later that night and the both relieved each other’s pent up sexual frustration. ******

The Runaway Girl by Vanessa Evans Part 05 By the next morning Ingrid’s energy had returned and Tom awoke to her riding his morning woody. It was a peaceful, quiet day on their own after Ingrid went to the shop for some fresh food. She wore the same ‘dress’ even though it didn’t cover her slit or half her butt and when Tom saw her walking back he smiled when he saw that she had pulled the bottom of the dress up and all her bald pubis was showing. As they lay on the loungers Tom looked at Ingrid’s pubis and decided that it was a good job that one of the packages that he’d ordered was a laser hair removal device. He hadn’t told her about anything that he’d ordered and he was looking forward to seeing her face when she saw her new toys, clothes, documents and the other things that he’d bought for her. The ‘quiet’ day didn’t include the sounds of pleasure as they made love to each other out on the loungers, not caring if anyone walked by and saw them. At one point Tom was sure that he heard someone but he didn’t bother looking. That evening they again walked to the village and went to the same cafe to eat. Ingrid wore the ‘dress’ that was see-though and in the light of the cafe everyone who looked could see that she wore nothing under the dress. ***** The next morning it was putting everything in the proper storage lockers and getting ready to leave. Ingrid again insisted on travelling naked and as they drove off their allotted space they waved at their ex-neighbours, Ingrid saying that she’d miss teasing the boys. Tom hadn’t planned on travelling far but they had problems finding a campsite and in the end they spent one night parked on the side of the very quiet road but that didn’t stop Ingrid from wanting to go for a walk into a wooded area, totally naked, her telling Tom that it reminded her of her days on her own in the forest. ***** The next morning they continued driving east and Tom found a campsite just north of Gibraltar. It wasn’t brilliant campsite and it didn’t have a lot of facilities but Tom wanted to visit Gibraltar. The only problem was that Ingrid didn’t have any identification documents and Tom had been told that the Spanish were a bit touchy about people crossing the border. Tom told Ingrid that they’d spend a few days there and after they’d parked up and got the motorhome stable and hooked up he went back to the reception to see if he could get a parcel delivered there for him. As he walked back to the motorhome he sent an email to his lawyer with the address and asked him to get the parcel to him with a 48 hour delivery guarantee. Back at their pitch Tom found that Ingrid had got out the table, chairs and loungers and was just soaking up the sun. Their pitch was separated from the others but it was on a main walkway and quite a few people were walking by, some looking over and seeing the naked Ingrid. “Has anyone complained about you being naked yet Ingrid?” Tom asked. “No, it’s probably my child-like body.” “Good, because I want to stay here for a few days then get a taxi to Gibraltar. That’s one of the few places that I want to visit.” The next couple of days were quiet and lazy for them except when they attacked each other’s bodies. Ingrid wasn’t too happy because she had to wear a dress whenever they went anywhere except the beach, which wasn’t that brilliant. When they did go to the beach Tom painted another thong on Ingrid which pleased her. Ingrid wondered why they walked to the reception on the second evening leaving her outside when he went in. When she asked Tom what he was doing he made-up a story about checking the site’s Wi-Fi. When they went there on the third evening and Tom came out with a big box Ingrid was very intrigued but Tom ignored her many requests to know what was in the box right until they got back to the motorhome, then he told her that it contained presents for her. Ingrid’s eye welled up and she went and leaned of Tom telling him that she’d never really had any presents from her parents. “Well take that dress off and get opening Ingrid.” The very excited Ingrid started ripping her way into the box only to find more plain packages. She was like a kid whose Christmas’ that she’d never had, all came at once. The only thing was that there wasn’t any kids toys in the box, only adult women’s toys and some clothes. Ingrid cane across a large, plain brown envelope with the name ‘TOM’ on it and she passed it straight to Tom. To him that was the most important thing in the box. Ingrid ignored Tom as she opened package after package, some causing her to gasp then say that she couldn’t wait to try the various dildos, vibrators, beads and a laser hair removal device. When she came across the double and single, pearl string thongs she held them round her neck and said that they were beautiful but she didn’t know what the thin strips of flesh coloured plastic were for. Tom decided to keep that surprise for later. The remote controlled vibrators also had Ingrid a bit confused, “Another surprise for later.” Tom said. There was a few items of clothing in the box that Tom hoped Ingrid would like, one of them being a black, totally see-through dress which Tom was looking forward to seeing Ingrid in. Ingrid positively squealed with delight when she saw the top of the range mobile android phone and the Go-Pro camera that was in there, telling Tom that she’d never had a phone of her own before. When Ingrid had finally opened the last package she sat back, sighed and said, “Where do I start?” A few seconds later she got up, went to Tom and unfastened his shorts. Pulling them down she said, “I start by fucking you Tom, a thank you fuck.” But it wasn’t a fuck to start with, Ingrid dropped to her knees and took Tom’s cock in her mouth and started going up and down, getting his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth then throat. She swallowed all of his first load and kept on fucking her throat on his cock until he was hard again then she got to her feet, knelt either side of Tom’s thighs, impaled herself on his cock and rode it right through her first and her second orgasm until Tom shot his second load deep inside her. After a short rest Ingrid started trying all the items whist Tom prepared some food for them then told Ingrid to stop and eat. She did so with a dildo deep inside her before continuing where she left off. As soon as Tom got the camera he got it working and videoed Ingrid using her new toys on herself. In between doing that he set up her new phone and when Ingrid picked it up she saw the name Rachel Matthews as the owner. “I don’t mind Tom but I think that you’ve got me a second hand phone. It’s got someone else’s name on it” Tom handed Ingrid her new passport and when she looked at the photo she said, “That’s me.” “Yes it is Rachel. I’ve got you a whole new identity, one which will allow you to live in England as if you were born there.” “This says that I’m eighteen years old and my birthday is wrong.” “I know, eighteen so that you are an adult and I’m sorry about the birthday, it was all that I could get but it means that we won’t have any legal problems.” “Tom, I don’t know what to say, I’d fuck you again if I had the energy.” “Rachel, all you have to say is that you will come to England with me and live with me.” “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, of course I will Tom. It’s a nice name is Rachel Matthews, did you choose it?” “No, and I think that it’s best if you don’t know where the name came from but we do need to invent a plausible background for you, one that explains you German accent.” “Okay, Tom, can we go to bed early tonight, and not fuck, I’m so tired.” “Of course we can, we can just cuddle all night.” “And can I hold your cock all night as well?” “You never have to ask that question Rachel.” They did just that, two happy bunnies falling into a very contented sleep. ***** Ingrid, sorry, Rachel woke up first and woke Tom giving him his first fuck with Rachel as she rode his morning woody. Then, for her, it was straight back to going through and trying all her presents. In all the excitement Rachel forgot all about breakfast and Tom had to prepare it and almost tie her down to eat it. Even when she was eating she was telling Tom about how her new toys made her feel when they were doing their thing. It was whilst they were eating that Tom decided that Gibraltar was out of the question for that day and he’d think about it for the next day. Most of the day was spent with Rachel experimenting with the toys and trying on all the clothes. When she came to the pack of ten crotchless G-strings she said, “Well if I have to wear knickers anytime at least my pussy won’t get all hot and bothered.” Tom laughed and replied, “I’m sure that I could make sure that it was.” Rachel turned and kissed him. Rachel also wanted to go for short walks wearing different clothes and toys. Most of the toys made her aroused as she walked and she liked those. She had a couple of ‘accidents’ when her Ben Wa balls cane out but she soon learnt how to control her pussy muscles. The remote controlled vibrators were another hit with her. Firstly she liked the idea of the pink antenna sticking out of her vagina but the main thing that she liked was that Tom could control it from his phone. Rachel really loved it when he made her cum in front of strangers. Which is what he did that evening, they went out to find a restaurant. Rachel wore just her sandals, one of her new dresses that was opaque and her Lush remote control vibrator. As they walked the streets Tom kept turning the vibrations up but not to the maximum because when he does that Rachel can’t stop her body from shaking and she has an almost irresistible urge to hold her pussy and one of her tits. That didn’t seem to bother Rachel but Tom thought that it wasn’t a good idea when strangers were around. The street lighting wasn’t that good and Rachel only saw one person looking at her. She decided to only wear that dress when she was going somewhere with powerful lighting. In the restaurant Tom made eating difficult for Rachel, a lot of the time she was eating with just a fork, her other hand pressing on her pussy. Tom took Rachel beyond the point of no return a couple of times and she struggled to stay silent. A woman on a table nearby asking Tom if his daughter was okay. The occupants of just about all the other tables changed before Rachel finally finished her desert. During the walk back to the motorhome Rachel was begging Tom to pull the vibrator out and fuck her brains out but he refused. What he did do was tell her that from time to time he was going to ‘edge’ her for days on end. He had to explain what ‘edging’ was and Rachel told Tom that she both loved and hated the idea. Back at the motorhome Tom told Rachel that they were getting up early in the morning and getting a taxi to Gibraltar and that she should decide that evening what she was going to wear for the day. At one point Rachel picked up the pearl beads and held round her neck. “I can’t see how to put these round my neck Tom and I don’t understand what these funny strap things are for.” “That’s because it’s not a necklace Ingrid, oh sorry, Rachel, it’s actually a pair of knickers.” “Girls wear knickers like this?” “Yes, bring them here and I’ll show you.” Rachel did and she giggled a bit as Tom held then for her to step in to. As he pulled them up she said, “They don’t cover anything do they, but I guess that they look good. Oh. Oh, am I suppose to wear them with one string of beads on each side of my clit?” “Yes you are, they will keep agitating your clit as you walk.” “That sounds like fun, I’ll wear them tomorrow.” Rachel took ages sorting out what else she was going to wear which was sill because Tom knew that she’d wear next to nothing and he was nearly asleep when she finally joined him. But that didn’t stop her going straight to his cock with her mouth as soon as she climbed on the bed. ***** Rachel was reluctant to get out of bed so early but Tom carried her to the shower in the motorhome and turned the cold water tap on. After a few German words which Tom assumed were swear words, Rachel was wide awake and getting ready. Rachel chose to wear another of her new opaque dresses, this one slightly shorter than the one from the previous night, in fact this one was longer at the back meaning that when Rachel was stood her butt was covered. In the shorter front her slit and clit were just about covered. If she bent, twisted or raised her arms even the slightest bit anyone looking would see her slit and clit. Rachel was wearing three other things, a pair of sandals, a pair of designer sunglasses and another remote controlled vibrator, this one an egg that had no parts sticking out of her. Tom told her that he’d pick the time to switch it on. It took a few minutes to flag down a taxi then Tom opened one of the back doors for Rachel to get in and was rewarded with a great view of her pussy. He followed her in and as she slid over to the other side Tom saw that the driver’s head was turned and he was looking at Rachel’s pussy. The journey didn’t take long and they were dropped off a bit short of the Spanish border then they had to walk the rest of the way along with what seemed like hundreds of Spanish people going to work. At the actual border there were lots of Spanish police and they appeared to be stopping anyone who didn’t look vaguely Spanish and that included Tom and Rachel. Tom presented their passports and he breathed a sigh of relief when the policeman returned them to Tom and waved them through. As the walked on Tom said, “Well it looks like your passport is good Rachel.” It didn’t take them long to find a cafe where they had some breakfast. As they ate Tom looked at the way Rachel was sat and he could see the strings of pearl beads and her clit between them. “Do those pearls feel nice Rachel?” “Yes, I’ve discovered that if I walk a bit like models do, putting one foot directly in front of the other the pearl move around a bit and massage my clit.” “I wondered how long it would take for you to discover that.” With that Tom put his hand in his pocket and switched the vibrator on to a low setting but that was enough to make Rachel jump a bit in her seat. As she got used to the vibrations she asked, “Are you going to make me cum lots of times today Tom?” “Once or twice Rachel.” “But you’re definitely going to make me think about cumming all day aren’t you?” “I am, are you complaining?” “Hell no.” The cafe was in a sort of town square and lots of people were walking through. Looking at them quite a bit Tom realised that most of the people were no longer looking like workers going to their jobs, but they looked like tourists. He smiled to himself as he thought about Rachel ‘accidentally’ letting some of them see her pussy, and, if they got close enough, see her tits and slit through the opaque dress. Breakfast over they left the square and started wandering all around. Tom had heard that the place looked quite like an English town, only with decent weather, and he soon saw the similarities. “Is that an English policeman Tom? What is he doing here?” “Gibraltar belongs to the UK and they choose to do things like they do in England and that includes the policemen dressing like they used to in England.” “Complete with those silly hats.” Rachel added. “Yes, those hats are supposed to be hard enough to withstand a brick landing on them.” “Shall we test that?” Rachel asked. “No.” Tom quickly replied and turned the vibrations up to maximum for a couple of seconds causing Rachel put her right hand on her crotch. “No hands on your pussy nor your tits Rachel, if you do that policeman might arrest you for public indecency or lewd behaviour.” “I’ll try Tom but that vibrator sends shock waves to my clit and nipples.” “But you are enjoying it aren’t you?” “Yes I am.” Just as they were leaving the square Tom saw a minibus and realised what all the writing on the side was. “Do you want to go and see the monkeys Rachel?” “What monkeys?” “Gibraltar is famous for its wild monkeys or to give them their proper name, Barbary Macaques, there’s hundreds of them living wild on the rocks.” “I didn’t know that, but yes, why not.” Tom looked where the minibus had stopped and saw a place where they could book tours. There were already a few people there and Tom and Rachel went and joined the queue. Soon they were climbing into a minibus with Rachel accidentally showing her bare butt and pussy to the men that were behind her waiting to get in. Rachel sat on an end seat near the back which meant that some of the people in front could turn and see her bare legs right up to her stomach but she acted like she was wearing jeans. Off they went with the tour guide sat in the front and frequently turning as he addressed the passengers. Rachel didn’t appear to notice him looking as she sat with her knees apart but Tam saw where the tour guide was looking and smiled. The tour guide wasn’t the only man looking at Rachel, a couple of the passengers saw her when they turned to look at something out of the window and from then on Tom thought that those men always wanted to see something out of the back of the minibus. The tour stopped at a few places and each time they got out of the minibus it gave the men more opportunities to look at what they thought was a girl who was oblivious to her exposure. Rachel actually did know that the men were looking at her and she had many deliberate wardrobe malfunctions all with her apparently not realising. At one stop there was an ice cream van and Tom bought one for each of them. The seller told Tom to watch out for the monkeys which the tour guide had already warned them about. Rachel managed to dodge the first monkey that came to try to steal her ice cream then three of them were stood on the ground in front of her. One tried to grab the ice cream but missed and grabbed her dress pulling it up as it jumped up onto the wall. Rachel screamed which brought her to attention of all the other people there as the monkey pulled at her dress, it getting higher and higher revealing her body nearly up to her tits. Meanwhile another monkey had succeeded in taking her ice cream form in her hand leaving her free to try to get the monkey to let go of her dress. After about twenty seconds she succeeded, the monkey ran off and Rachel managed to pull her dress back to its proper place. “That was embarrassing.” Rachel lied as she spoke to just about everyone who had been in the minibus and the occupants of a couple of cars that had stopped at the same place. Tom bought Rachel another ice cream and stood in front of her whilst she ate it. Whilst she was eating it Tom whispered that she looked good in her pearls underwear that made her clit look even bigger. “That’s because the pearls are rubbing and squeezing it and the vibrator is keeping me aroused.” Rachel quietly replied. Apart from the exposure getting into the minibus and whilst sitting in it there were no other incidents and a couple of hours after they left the square they were driving back into it. It was then that Tom decided to turn the vibrator up a little. He saw her right hand started to go to her pussy but it stopped when she remembered that she hadn’t to grab it. She gave Tom a pleading look but he ignored it. From the square they started walking along the nearby streets that were full of all sorts of shops. They went into a couple of electronics shops and tom bought a couple of memory cards and quite a few batteries. When he was planning his tour he had never even considered that he would end up with a passenger whom he wanted to photograph and video all the time, nor that she would have toys that needed a regular supply of batteries. In the shops, and whilst looking in shop windows Tom saw that Rachel was bending over quite a bit and he didn’t know if she was deliberately flashing her goods or if she just wasn’t thinking about it. He suspected the former but wasn’t going to ask her, just enjoy what he and some tourists and shopkeepers could see if they looked. They came to a largish young woman’s fashion shop and Tom decided that he would buy Rachel some more clothes and maybe some other things dependant upon what they saw. Tom wasn’t surprised that most of the clothing was from their summer range and Rachel selected quite a few items to go and try on. The changing rooms were just curtained squares at the side of the shop and when Rachel went into one she ‘forgot’ to close the curtain. Tom stood where the curtain would have been so that he could watch her but Tom isn’t as broad as the curtain is wide and anyone who cared to look would have seen Rachel changing. Some of the items were skirts, albeit VERY short ones. When Rachel was putting one of the skirts on she was facing Tom as she stepped into the skirt and pulled it up her naked body. She glanced to her left, passed Tom and saw a youngish man stood looking at her. She pretended not to notice and backed away from Tom a bit so that the man could see all of her front, her little conical tits pointing straight at the man. “Can’t make your mind up about that one Rachel?” Tom asked. “No, I like it, it’s just that there’s a man watching me.” “Which side?” “My left, your right.” Without looking. Tom stepped to his left giving the voyeur a full frontal view of Rachel. She whispered a thanks then unfastened the skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stood there for a few seconds with a throbbing clit and tingling nipples with the man staring at her full frontal nudity. Another man walked between them but didn’t look towards Rachel then she looked at the man, smiled and gave him a little wave. He smiled back. Tom stepped back and Rachel got on with trying on the clothes. After a while Rachel and Tom walked over to the checkout then paid for about half of the items. When they were out on the street they just stood there deciding which way to go when the voyeur from in the shop came out, and as he passed them he said, “Cute knickers.” And kept walking. “That was your voyeur was it?” Tom asked. “Yes.” “Well he sure isn’t the first one to see your butt and pussy, I reckon that a good thirty people have seen them so far today and it still isn’t lunchtime.” “Oh good, and someone might see me cumming soon if you leave that vibrator set the way it is.” “Don’t you dare cum yet young lady, I’ll tell you when you can cum.” “Yes sir.” Rachel replied and gave Tom a mock salute. After a while they found another shop that sold clothes for teenage girls but this was a lot smaller and Rachel feared that it would be too expensive. Tom told her not to worry about that and in they went. Apart from the helpful girl sales assistant they were the only ones there and the two girls went round the shop selecting items and deciding if it would look good on Rachel. Tom stood back and watched. When they found a top that both girls thought would look good on Rachel she asked where the changing rooms were. “Oh, we don’t have any, just try it on right here.” Rachel looked at the girl and wondered if she realised that the only things that she was wearing was the dress and a few pearls. She looked at the sales assistant who was looking at Rachel and decided that the girl must be able to see her tits through the opaque dress so she must know what she isn’t wearing, and Rachel immediately pulled the dress up and off. “Nice knickers.” The sales girl said. All that she could really see was the two strings of pearls coming out of Rachel’s slit, one either side of her clit which Tom thought looked bigger than usual, “Must be the effects of the pearls rubbing on it, the vibrator and that girl looking at it.” Tom thought. As the new top went on Tom could see Rachel’s nipples, both pointing directly to him on her little conical tits. The sales girl was looking at them as well. Both girls thought that the top looked good on Rachel but it was too short to be worn as a dress. Tom wondered if she’d wear it with the pearls as a bikini bottom. Off the top came and it was put to one side before both girls continued looking, Rachel not bothering to put anything on and the sales girl not asking her to. Two more tops were tried on and had just been taken off when a young man walked into the shop and the sales girl looked over to see who it was. “Don’t mind him, he’s my boyfriend the sales girl said. Rachel didn’t mind at all, in fact she went out of her way to let him see her body, front and back as they continued trying on tops then skirts then dresses, all of which were very short. Tom was just thinking that the two girls were finished when he remembered the vibrator. Turning it up to maximum he saw, and heard Rachel gasp. She was facing Tom, and the boyfriend when the shock hit her and Tom could swear that he saw her clit twitch. Fighting to keep her hands by her sides Rachel transferred her weight from one foot to the other and back before the pent-up orgasm exploded out of her with all the other three people there just staring at her, listening to her moans of pleasure and watching her body shake and jerk “Did you just cum?” the sales girl asked when Rachel was back on earth and Tom had turned the vibrations down. “Yes, sorry, I just couldn’t stop it.” Rachel replied. “No need to be sorry, that was the most beautiful sight that I have seen in here for years.” “Err, I think that I’ll take that skirt as well please, and that’s it thank you.” The sales girl took the garments that Rachel was buying over to the counter and Tom saw that she was smiling. He wondered if she was bi and fancied Rachel. Rachel had followed the sales girl over and was stood in front of the boyfriend who was staring down at her tits and Tom couldn’t blame him for that. It was only when Tom was picking up the bags that Rachel remembered that she was still naked. She turned and went back to where she had left her dress, put it on and followed Tom out. “The dresses here are a lot shorter than they sell in Germany, that proper dress that you bought me is really short and really nice.” Rachel said. “That might be because the weather is a lot hotter hear than Germany.” Tom replied, “I guess that girls don’t want to wear long skirts in this heat.” Just down the road they stopped and Tom asked Rachel if she’d enjoyed cumming in front of the sales girl and her boyfriend. “Do I need to answer that one Tom?” “I guess not, and I’m assuming that you want to do something similar again?” “Yes please.” Tom turned the vibrator back on to hopefully keep her arousal level up. They wandered along the streets looking in more shops and watching the other tourists, some of whom were looking at Rachel. After a while they came across a pub and Tom decided that they should have a drink and something to eat. “Are you going to make it difficult for me to eat?” Rachel asked as they went inside. “Yes and no, I want you to feel good but I’m hungry.” “Tell you what, I’ll torment you before we eat then switch it off, but as soon as you eat the last bite the vibe will go on at full blast then I’ll leave it on as we walk down the street.” “That sounds nice, maybe people will see and know that I’m cumming.” “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” “Yes.” “I’m sure that we can find lots of places for you to cum in public, maybe enter you in some wet T-shirt competitions or get you a job in a strip club now that you’ve suddenly aged by four years.” “Yes, being Rachel Matthews does have its advantages.” They had a good meal with Tom noticing that Rachel was starting to look a little less just skin and bones. Then Tom turned the vibrator on full blast and watched as Rachel struggled to hold it together. They ate desserts then had a coffee with Rachel seriously considering asking Tom to turn the vibrator off. He finally did, just before he thought that Rachel was about to cum and Rachel didn’t know whether to thank him or curse him. They walked back to the square and Tom was pleased to see that they could get a taxi from close by to they did, only to be stopped by the police at the border to Spain. Rachel’s British passport was good again and they were soon arriving at the entrance to the campsite. Just as soon as they got out of the taxi Tom turned the vibrator up to full blast and Rachel spent the whole of the walk to the motorhome calling Tom all the names under the sun. They stopped once for Rachel to cum but Tom left the vibrator on right until they got to the motorhome. By that time Rachel was desperate for Tom to fuck her and they left the bags outside while Rachel squeezed the vibrator out then jumped on Tom. Thirty minutes later Rachel went outside to bring the bags in, not bothering to put any clothes on, only to see an elderly couple waking by. She waved at them. They stayed in that night, Rachel saying that she wanted to make up for not having been fucked that day right up until the evening when they got back. Tom tormented Rachel quite a bit that evening, not with one of the remote controlled vibrators but with the magic wand that Rachel had thought was for massaging aches and pains. ***** The next morning started with the usual first awake waking the other by doing things to their genitals, then after a shower it was pack-up time then hit the road with Rachel staying naked all the time. They drove along the coast road and found a campsite near Torre del Mar that looked okay and they were lucky to get a pitch at the side of the site which meant that they didn’t have any neighbours on one site so Rachel could be naked on that side of the motorhome. Rachel wanted to help Tom setup the motorhome and was about to go out of the door totally naked but Tom stopped her and told her that she’d have to put something on because they didn’t know what the neighbours were like. She asked Tom to paint a bikini on her but he suggested that she wear one of the crotchless G-strings telling her that topless should be fine. Rachel had tried one of the crotchless G-strings on before and found that they were comfortable and that she could wear the Isosceles Trapezium held in place with tiny strings either to cover her clit or not, although she did wonder if she wore it covering her clit it would work its way up a little and her clit would escape. She put one on covering her clit as an experiment. Working together they soon got the motorhome level and connected to the power supply then they went for a walk to see what they could find. They were both reasonably impressed and Tom thought that they might say there for a while. No one had said anything about Rachel’s state of dress and no one had stared for more than a couple of seconds. He had noticed that her clit had escaped but that didn’t attract any real attention so Tom felt comfortable letting Rachel wear only what she was whilst on the campsite. That feeling was reinforced a little when they walked back to their motorhome only to find that their neighbours were back from wherever and stood or sat by their caravan and they had seen them. The man, Harry, came over to say hello then called the rest of his family over to introduce his wife Lucy, son Rick, sixteen and daughter Emma, fifteen. None of them commented on Rachel’s state of dress although Tom did notice both Harry and Rick staring at Rachel’s tiny, conical tits. Rachel introduced herself as Tom’s daughter. The family left to let Tom and Rachel ‘settle in’ with Harry saying that they might see them in the bar later. “So how old is my ‘daughter’ going to be whilst we are here?” Tom asked as they went round the ‘private’ side of the motorhome. “I think that I’ll be fourteen if that’s okay with you Tom, I think that fourteen year olds can get away with more than eighteen year olds can.” “I’m sure that’s true Rachel, but for now I think that you are a little overdressed.” Rachel looked down her front then replied, “Oops, I forgot that I had this on.” “That’s good, you can wear those more often and feel like you are naked.” Tom sat on one of the loungers whilst Rachel went into the motorhome and came back out totally naked and carrying two cold drinks. They sat and talked for a while then Rachel got up then sat down on Tom’s lap. Rubbing one of her hard tits back and forth across his mouth she said, “Tom. Since you found me you have been totally kind and loving towards me and I just wanted to thank you and tell you that I will do absolutely anything that you want me to do.” “Rachel, this is a two way relationship that we have, you give and I give. You will know when I have had enough of you and unless you change dramatically I reckon that I will have had enough of you in about two hundred years.” “It will be a zillion years before I’ve had enough of you Tom.” “Right young lady, now that we’ve got that sorted out stop threatening to poke my eye out with those tits of yours, get your pussy inside that van and spread those cute legs of yours, I’m feeling hungry and I feel like I need to eat some delicious pussy.” Rachel jumped to her feet and was giggling as she ran into the motorhome. About an hour later it was starting to get dark and Tom’s stomach needed something more substantial than pussy juices inside it so he put some shorts on and Rachel wrapped just a towel round her waist and they walked to the shower block where they were disappointed to find that there wasn’t a family shower. They both had quick showers and then walked back to the motorhome and decided where they were going to eat. The cafe / bar was their choice and whist Tom put a polo neck shirt on above his shorts, Rachel put on just a top that was slightly opaque and very short for a dress. Only just covering her butt and pussy. It only takes a couple of minutes to walk to the cafe but long enough for them to hear the crickets chirping away in the pine trees. They ordered drinks and food and went to a table near the back of the cafe where they sat, talked and watched, Tom soon realising that the cafe was a social meeting place just like the pubs in England. The girl who brought their food made small talk with both of them before leaving them to eat in peace. When they had finished the girl cam back for the plates and asked Tom if she could get them any more drinks, again with some friendly small talk. All the time so far Rachel had just been sat next to Tom not trying to flash her goodies at anyone. They were just getting to the end of their second drink when their neighbours walked in, saw Tom and Rachel and went over to them. “Mind if we join you?” Lucy asked, Tom upturned his hand and Lucy turned to her children and continued, “You two sit next to Rachel. I bet that she’s missing company her own age.” “What are you having Tom?” Harry asked. “I’ll come with you.” Tom said and he got up and went to the bar with Harry. Meanwhile Lucy sat where Tom had been and started talking to Rachel, mainly quizzing her about why she was on holiday with just her young looking father and how come she had a German accent but Tom hadn’t. Thinking quick, Rachel said that Tom had met Rachel’s mother and her when he had been working in Germany and her mother and Tom had got together and got married. Two years later her mother had been killed in a road traffic accident leaving Tom to look after her on his own. Lucy was very sympathetic towards Rachel and told her that if she wanted any older woman’s advise whilst they were there then she would be happy to help. Rachel felt like bursting out laughing but she held it together and Tom and Harry returned with the drinks. “You three kids sit at that table over there and talk kids stuff while us adults see what we each know about the area.” Lucy said. And that’s what they did. The kids were slow at starting to talk to each other and it didn’t really help that Rachel was sat opposite Rick and he could just about make out the shape of her tits through that opaque dress and that when he looked at her legs he could see right up but the light wasn’t good enough for him to realise that the pink that he could see was her slit and not just ordinary flesh or pink knickers. Having said all that, Rachel though that Rick and Emma were okay and she liked the stories of where they had been and what they had done. The same could be said for Tom, he liked Harry, and although he suspected that it was Lucy that ran their family, she was okay too. After a while Rachel asked Tom if she could go to the internet shack which was just a shed with four PCs in it but they were loaded with games and Rick and Emma wanted to go as well. Permission granted Tom watched Rachel run after Emma and Rick and he saw the back of her dress jumping up revealing lots of her bare butt. Tom also saw that Harry was looking that way as well. The drinks were flowing and everyone was getting happy but Tom stopped when he realised that he was on his way to being drunk and sometime around midnight people started leaving so Harry stood up and said that it was time to leave. Lucy and Tom got up as well and they started to walk back to their vans collecting the three teenagers on the way. Back in the motorhome Rachel was soon naked and brushing her teeth whilst trying to tell Tom about the games that they’d played. He wasn’t really interested and he pulled her to the bed and on top of him where she quickly got the hint. *****

Not the Sharpest Knife in the Drawer by Vanessa Evans Part 2 I was just finishing the ironing when Tom arrived. “Come on Sarah, put some clothes on we’re going to the doctors.” “Oh, yeah, what shall I wear, did you get me some new clothes?” “No Sarah, you’ll have to put some of your old clothes on.” “What?” “I don’t know, a dress and sandals or whatever you want.” I ran up to my bedroom and grabbed an old summer dress that I hadn’t worn since last summer. It’s knee length and has a full top, sleeves as well. Mum called it a summer dress but it would keep me warm in the middle of winter. Not bothering with a bra or knickers I pulled it on, zipped it up and ran downstairs with my sandals in my hand. Then ran outside and jumped into Tom’s van. “Phew,” I said, “what’s the rush?” “You’re appointment’s in 5 minutes. I just hope that they are running late, they usually are.” As Tom drove me there I told him that I was nervous, that it had been years since I’d been to the doctors and I’d never needed examined ‘down there’. “It’s your pussy Sarah.” “Yes, sorry, my pussy had never been examined before.” “There’s no need to be nervous Sarah, it will just be a bit like what I did to you yesterday.” “The doctor will make me cum? I’ve been trying all day but I can’t make myself cum like you and Mike did.” “The doctor might make you cum, I don’t know, I’m not a girl so I don’t really know what a gynaecological examination consists of.” “A what?” “A pussy exam.” “Will you come in with me like mum used to do?” “If that’s what you want.” “I do, please?” “Okay Sarah.” Fifteen minutes later Tom and I were walking into the doctor’s little room and saying hello. “So, it’s Sarah’s name on the list of patients, what can I do for you Sarah?” “I want to get the pill?” “The contraceptive pill.” Tom added, “she’s starting to be sexually active.” “I see.” The doctor replied. He then asked me some questions and Tom had to help me answer some of them, then he told me that I would have to have a physical examination and he asked if I would prefer to have a nurse with me rather than my brother. “No, I want Tom with me.” “Okay, can you take all your clothes off please Sarah, you can go behind that curtain for some privacy.” “I’m okay here.” I replied as I unzipped my dress, pushed it off my shoulders, then my arms and let it fall to the floor leaving me naked in front of the doctor. The doctor looked at me then back to his computer screen, then said, “How old are you Sarah, it says here that you are 18, is that right?” “Yes, I’m 18.” “Okay, can you go over to the scales so that I can weigh you.” I looked at Tom and he pointed to where I had to go. The doctor weighed me and measured how tall I was then told me to get on the bed that was in the corner. It was a funny bed, a lot higher than mine. I jumped up and sat on the side looking at Tom, he smiled a me and I smiled back. “Can you turn and lay on you back with your head to my left please Sarah?” After a quick think about which side was the doctor’s left I did, then looked up at the doctor and saw him putting on some of those blue latex gloves. “I’m going to examine your breasts first Sarah, to make sure that you have no lumps anywhere. Have you had them checked before?” “No.” “You should check yourself about once per month and if you find a lump you need to come and see me, okay?” “Okay, can one of my brothers check for me?” “Err yes, that would be acceptable.” The doctor squeezed and pressed my little titties from every angle then he got hold of my nipples and pulled and twisted them causing me to moan. “That makes me tingle.” I said. “That’s good Sarah. Now I’m going to examine your pelvic region. Don’t be alarmed, it’s a standard medical procedure but first I need you to put your legs in the stirrups that I’m about to attach to the corners of the table.” I watched as he attached some metal things on the bottom corners of the bed then lifted my feet up and lowered my lower legs onto the metal stirrup things. As my legs parted I could feel my wet pussy lips opening. It felt nice and the tingling got a little stronger. As the doctor poked all around my stomach I wondered why he was doing that because Tom had told me that it was my pussy that he would be examining. Then I gasped as his fingers touched my pussy, not inside me, just pushing my lips around. I moaned again and wondered if I should be moaning but I couldn’t stop myself. His fingers went either side of my clit and pulled up a little. I already knew that my clit had come out to play and I wondered if he was trying to see how big it was. His fingers touched my clit and I nearly screamed as what felt like a bolt of electricity went from my clit to my nipples. I so wanted to put my hand on my clit to protect it, not that I had any idea what from, but my hand couldn’t get there so both my hands went to my nipples and started rolling and pulling them. I saw the doctor look over to Tom and he shrugged his shoulders then the doctor said, “Very good Sarah, now I need to examine you inside your vagina.” He held up some sort of metal contraption and it looked way, way bigger than my hole. “You’re going to put that thing inside me, it will never fit, you’ll kill me.” “Relax Sarah, it won’t hurt, I’ve put this speculum in hundreds of vaginas, a lot of them into girls smaller than you and I’ve never hurt one of them. Tom, would you like to come over and hold Sarah’s hand?” Tom came over and I had to take a hand off one of my tits for him to hold. As I watched the doctor smear some clear jelly-like liquid over the end of what I now knew was called a speculum. I tensed as I saw the speculum go towards my vagina then gasped quite loudly as I felt it touch and enter me. Then I started moaning. The further it went into me the more I moaned. Somewhere along the way I realised that I’d pulled Tom’s hand to my free tit and somehow got the flat of his hand on my tit, my hand pressing onto his. My moaning got even louder when I felt the speculum open up. That was far better than when Mike had put a finger inside me. “Nearly done Sarah.” I heard the doctor say as I saw a long cotton bud go towards my hole. “There, all done inside.” I heard as I felt the speculum shrink in size then get pulled out of me. I let out a long breath and sighed. It was over but I didn’t want it to be over, right then I wanted an orgasm as good as my first one given by Tom. I pressed Tom’s hand harder onto my tit then heard the doctor say, “Just one more thing to do Sarah and I promise that it won’t hurt.” “It certainly didn’t hurt as one of the doctors fingers went to my clit and started gently rubbing his finger over it. I gasped then shuddered as an orgasm hit me. I was sure that the people in the waiting room could hear my moans as I shouted words that my mother had told me I should never use. I was pressing Tom’s hand so hard onto my tit that I feared that it would burst. So many things that I was thinking in that split second as the orgasm hit me. I soo wanted that speculum thing back inside me but it wasn’t to be. As soon as my orgasm exploded out of me the doctor stopped and turned and walked away from me. My emotions were all over the place. I wanted more but didn’t know if I could take any more, but at the same time it wasn’t as good an orgasm as Tom and Mike had given me, it was just the place and by an almost stranger that had made it so good. Finally my breathing returned to almost normal and I let go of Tom’s hand. I watched him as he waggled his fingers to make sure that I hadn’t broken any of them, then I heard the doctor tell me that I could get off the examination table and get dressed. What I really wanted was the examination to start from the beginning again. I went over to, stepped into and pulled up my dress. Tom was behind me and he pulled the zip up for me then I sat down and let out a long breath. “Well Sarah,” the doctor said, “you are a perfectly healthy young woman, take this to a pharmacist and he will give you a supply of the contraceptive pill. Follow the instructions on the leaflet in one of the boxes and phone the surgery just before you are run out of them. Now, is there anything else that I can do for you today?” There wasn’t and we both thanked him and left. As we walked out I said to Tom, “Wow, that was amazing, not as good as yours but still good. Will he do that to me each time that I want some more pills?” “Unfortunately no, I think that you have to be checked by a doctor every 3 years or so but they will tell you when you need another check-up.” “Good, because I’ll forget. Can we go and get the pills now because I want you and Mike to fuck me properly.” “We’ll get the pills on the way home but it will probably be a while before they are effective. In the mean time I’ll get some condoms, but we’re not going to fuck you until you are ready.” “I’m ready now.” “You think you are but you have more to learn before a cock goes inside your vagina.” “Like what?” “Like how to masturbate to a happy ending.” “Happy ending? Am I supposed to laugh when I cum?” “No Sarah, that was my bad choice of words. You have to learn to masturbate to a good orgasm first, as good as you say the ones that Mike and I gave you.” “I’d better get started then.” I said as we got close to the pharmacists shop, “but will you show me how you did it to me yesterday?” “Okay then, but you’ll have to wait until we get home, I’m not doing it to you here.” “Spoil sport.” When Tom was backing his van into the drive at home I saw Mr. Jones in his front garden. I waved to him as I told Tom that I’d talked to him earlier. “I’d better make sure that you haven’t been upsetting him Sarah, you go inside and get tea started, I’ll be in in a few minutes.” I waved to Mr. Jones again as I went inside, and I went upstairs and took the dress and my sandals off. I’d had enough of wearing my old, thick clothes for one day. Then I went back downstairs and got on with the tea. I’d left the outside door open when I came in and I could hear bits of what Tom and Mr. Jones were saying. They were laughing a bit so I thought that I couldn’t have upset Mr. Jones. They were talking for ages and occasionally looking over my way. When I saw them looking I waved and a couple of times I got a wave back. As I said they were talking for ages and I’d got the food ready before Tom came in so I went back out to tell Tom that his tea was ready. I stood next to Tom and smiled at Mr. Jones who was looking at my naked body again. The conversation continued and I watched as 2 boys on bikes rode passed and stared at me. “Come on inside Sarah,” Tom eventually said, “better get you in before some prudish neighbour complains.” We said goodbye and went in, me shouting for Mike to come down to eat. As we were eating I Told Tom about the letter for him and Mike said, “We’re going to get the postman wanting to hand every letter and package over to you personally Sarah.” “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” I replied. “But Tom gets lots of his plumbing stuff by post, you may well be showing yourself to him every day.” Mike added. “That’s okay, you both said that I should be proud of my body and not be ashamed to let people see it and the postman is people. He’s a nice people as well.” Then I continued, “Tom, I overheard some of what you were talking to Mr. Jones about and you said that I was naive and had no modesty, what did you mean? Is that a bad thing?” Both Tom and Mike laughed a little the Tom said, “No Sarah, it’s not a bad thing, in fact for you it’s a good thing, it means that you won’t get upset if someone says anything nasty about you not wearing something that most girls wear.” “No, I won’t get upset if someone calls me a nasty name if they see me like this, I don’t care, and why should I cross my legs when I sit down like mum always told me to, it’s uncomfortable, I’ll sit like you two do, that’s more comfortable.” “It is.” Mike said. “Have you read the instruction in your pills box yet Sarah?” Tom asked. “No, I haven’t had the chance yet.” “Well it will probably tell you to take them at the same time each day and I think that it will be best if you take them after you’ve cleaned your teeth every morning.” “That’s a good idea Tom, I’ll read the leaflet after I’ve done the washing up.” “Guys,” Mike said, “I’ve invited a couple of friends over later to play computer games, will that be a problem for either of you?” “Mike,” I replied, “it wasn’t a problem when you invited them over last week so why would it be a problem today?” “I just thought that with you not wearing any clothes you might not want any non-family people here.” “To see me like this you mean?” “Yes Sarah.” “Well you’re the one saying that I should be proud of my body and not be ashamed to let people see it so why are you even asking?” “I just thought.” “Hey guys,” Tom interrupted. “Invite them as usual Mike, and Sarah, if you get a fit of shyness you can always go and hide in your room.” “I won’t.” I said, “I didn’t run and hide when Mr. Jones saw me putting the washing out and I didn’t run and hide when Terry Harvey saw me bringing the washing in so 2 of your mates won’t bother me, but wait, does that mean that you won’t have the time to make me cum, I so wanted you to do that to me again, my pussy has been tingling all day waiting for you to do it.” “Relax Sarah,” Tom said, “I’ll make you happy.” “Thanks Tom, you’re the best.” We’d finally finished eating by then so I cleared the table and started the washing up whilst Mike went up to his room and Tom started doing some paperwork. I picked up my boxes of pills, opened one and looked at the leaflet. As soon as I saw it I knew that it was pointless trying to workout what I had to do. “Tom,” I said, “can you help me please?” “Yeah, just a sec.” It was a long second and whilst I was stood next to him waiting the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it.” I said and I went and opened the front door. It was Craig and Ian, Mike’s friends. I’d met them a few times but they usually just ignored me. This time was different. “Holly shit.” Ian said, “Is that you Sarah?” “Wow,” Craig said, “Mike was right.” “Hi guys,” I said, “Mike’s in his room, go on up.” Tom had left what he was doing and came over. “Hey, how’s it going?” Tom said. “Hey,” Craig said, “what with Sarah?” “Oh she decided that she needed a new wardrobe and that she wasn’t going to wear anything until she got it. What do you think of her now guys, is she the ugly duckling or the beautiful swan.” “Oh definitely the beautiful swan Tom.” Craig replied. “Definitely.” Ian added. “There Sarah, what did I tell you? Tom said, “Mike’s up in his room guys, go on up.” They did, but a lot slower than they usually did and they both kept looking back at me. “Told you, be proud of your body.” Tom said, “now what was it you wanted?” “These pills, I can’t understand the instructions.” Tom took the instructions off me and started reading. After a couple of minutes he turned to me and asked me when my last period was. “It started nearly a week ago.” “Near enough, take the one next to the number one in the morning after you’ve cleaned your teeth and then the next day take the one next to the number 2. This type of pill has 28 so you take one every morning, can you remember that Sarah?” “Yeah, easy, so when can you fuck me?” “Actually, straight away but we’re not going to. Remember that I said that we would take your sex education slowly, and there’s things for you to learn before we fuck you.” “Like what?” “For starters you’ve got to be able to make yourself cum, then there’s blowjobs.” “I remember the girls at school bragging about how many blowjobs they’d given. Sally Thornton said she had given more than a hundred.” “I doubt that but you need to give a good one, and swallow, to Mike and me before we fuck you.” “Sally Thornton said that she always swallowed but I never knew what she swallowed.” “Don’t worry about that right now Sally. The other thing that I know you are going to enjoy is when we eat you.” “Your going to eat me? Isn’t that canni something or other. I don’t want to be eaten.” “Relax Sarah, like a blowjob isn’t blowing but sucking, eating a girl’s pussy isn’t actually eating her pussy, it’s licking and sucking maybe a little chewing. You’ll enjoy it, I guarantee it.” “Silly names but okay, I’ll look forward to trying those, but will you make me cum right now Tom, I want to see how you do it, you’re just so good at it and I want to learn from you.” “Okay then, but afterwards I want you to go to you room and practice, you probably won’t be able to give yourself an orgasm quite as intense as when a man does it to you but you should be able to get quite close.” “Why’s that Tom?” “I think that it’s because it’s someone else that’s doing it to you. Go and get a mirror then get on your back on your bed.” I did, and as I was going into my bedroom I saw that Mike’s door was open. The 3 of them were all looking at 2 computer screens but Ian looked up and saw me, then I was gone. This time I got a better mirror, one with a flexible arm so that I could hold it better and angle it better. I didn’t even look into Mike’s room as I passed the door. Back on the sofa I spread my legs as wide as I could and messed about with the mirror until I could see my pussy and all the moisture that was on it. Then Tom came and sat on the floor next to me and his right hand reached over to my pussy. “I’m tingling a lot even before you touch me Tom.” “That’s the anticipation, your pussy thinks it knows what is coming but it’s got it slightly wrong, I’m not going to fuck you.” “Mike put a finger inside me this morning and that was really nice. He let me taste the juices that were coming out of me.” “Then I will do the same, we’ll call that the next part of your education.” Tom’s fingers were amazing, I wanted to ask him where he learnt how to do it but I decided to leave that question for another time. I had more important things on my mind at that moment. I felt Tom’s fingers sliding up and down my wet lips, playing with my clit, and yes, his finger went in and out of my hole many times. I could feel that tingling get stronger and stronger. I realised that I was actually shouting begging Tom to keep going. At one point my eyes went from the mirror and over to the door and I saw Mike, Craig and Ian watching and for some strange reason the speed that my arousal was increasing got faster. Shortly after that I thought that I was going to die and something seemed to explode inside my pussy. I vaguely remember seeing my body jerking and my pussy felt a bit like when I try to squeeze that last drop of pee out of me. And I could hear myself loudly saying some words that mum told me never to use. When I started to get back to normal I looked at Tom and thanked him, then looked to the door to see if Mike and his mates were still there but they were gone. “Mike and his mates were watching us Tom.” I said. “Did you see them just before you orgasmed?” “Yes, the tingling suddenly got stronger then I died and went to heaven.” “Well you didn’t die, but seeing men watching what you are doing often increases your arousal. I haven’t tried it but it’s supposed to work for guys as well, if a girl sees a man wanking and he sees her it’s supposed to help him cum quicker.” “I can watch you Tom.” “Maybe a bit later, but let’s concentrate on your education for now. How about you do a bit of practice. Get ready for bed then practice, you might fall asleep while you’re practising.” “Like I did last night?” “Yes, now I’m going to leave you to it, I need to get my paperwork done.” I got up and went to the bathroom. As I was cleaning my teeth I looked at my boxes of pills and really looked forward to them doing their job. I wanted to know how to fuck. As I passed Mikes room I saw that his door was still open but all 3 of them were staring at the screens. I didn’t bother closing my bedroom door in the hope that at least one of the guys in the house would come and watch me trying to have as good an orgasm as Tom had just given me. I got on my back on the bed and put the mirror between my legs. I spent a couple of minutes adjusting the flexible arm so that I could watch what I was doing then got started. As I felt the tingling get stronger I realised that Mike and his mates were in my room watching me. When Mike realised that I’d seen him he said, “I can give you a different way of you seeing what you are doing if you want sis?” “What?” “If you come and do that in my room I can fix up the webcam between your legs and you will be able to see yourself on the monitors. I can even get it to zoom in so that you can see every little detail and if you want I can record it all for you to watch later.” “That sounds great, can we do that now please?” “Sure, why not, I’m sure that Craig and Ian won’t mind leaving the game, will you guys?” “No, carry on.” Craig said. So we did, Craig and Ian looking at me all the time instead of helping Mike set things up. I lay on Mikes bed with my legs wide open, the 3 guys standing at the foot of the bed with Mike moving the little camera around so that my pussy filled both of the monitors. “Okay sis, go for it.” Mike said. “Will you suggest ways that I can do it better as we go please Mike?” “Sure.” My right hand moved to my pussy and within seconds Craig told me to play with my nipples with my left hand. I started doing what I’d watched Tom do not so many minutes ago. The tingling got stronger as my fingers moved up and down me getting wetter by the second. My fingers circling my clit and dipping into my hole. “Try putting 2 fingers in your hole Sarah.” Ian suggested. I was doubtful that I could get 2 finger in me but I tried and was pleasantly surprised when I managed it, and it felt good. “See if you can flick or rub your clit with your thumb while still fucking yourself with 2 fingers.” Craig suggested. I did and I gasped as I felt what my thumb was doing and saw it on the screens. I got into a bit of a rhythm and looked up at the 3 guys faces. All 6 eyes were glued to my pussy and the expressions on their faces was priceless. All 3 looked totally gobsmacked. It didn’t take lone before I thought that I was about to cum but this time I tried to hold it back, to not cum. I thought that it was crazy but I wanted to do what I was doing for those guys to see for as long as possible. I tried and I tried but after a couple of minutes of trying I suddenly shouted, “I’M CUMMING!” My body started shaking and jerking but somehow my right hand kept going and my left hand was doing its best to pull my right nipple right off my little tit. After, I have no idea how long, the frequency of the jerks slowed down, my right hand stopped and I realised that my left hand was hurting my right tit. I let out a huge sigh and both my hands fell to the sides of my body. I looked up and Craig and Ian were still totally gobsmacked. Mike however, was sat at his computer and I saw on the screens that he was zooming in even further on my pussy. I could see my juices bubbling out of my hole which looked wetter than if I’d been in the shower. “Oh my gawd, that was awesome.” I finally said. “Did you record all that Mike?” “Every second, still am.” “Good,” I replied, “Someone might just want to watch that video sometime.” “Every bloody day.” Ian said. “You will be sending me a copy won’t you Mike?” “If Sarah lets me.” All 3 guys looked at me as I got up on my elbows. “Yeah, why not, I’m proud of myself and I don’t care who sees it.” “Good girl Sarah,” Mike said, “you’re learning.” “Good.” I replied. “Okay Sarah,” Mike said as he pulled a memory stick out of his computer, “Plug this into the side of the TV downstairs and it should start playing. You’ll be able to watch yourself at work on mum’s huge TV. You’ll be glad that mum’s eyesight wasn’t too good and dad had to buy that huge screen TV.” “Thanks Mike, are you going to let Tom have a copy?” “Already sent him a copy but if you leave that in the TV any of us can watch it at anytime..” I got to my feet and left the room, smiling at Craig and Ian as I went. Back downstairs I went up to Tom and said, “I did it, well almost. It wasn’t quite as good as when you diddled me but my hands aren’t as clever as yours.” “Yet.” Tom replied, “but ‘practice makes perfect’. “I’d better practice a lot then. The girls at school used to say that they frigged every day but back then I didn’t know what frigging was.” “There you go then.” “So I’ll make myself cum every day then.” “That’s up to you Sarah, do it whenever you want to, not when we tell you to.” “Will you keep doing it to me Tom?” “If that’s what you want.” “I do, and will you fuck me now?” “No, I think that we’ll move on to blowjobs tomorrow. It will probably take you a few days to get good at that.” “Have you seen the video that Mike sent you?” “Not yet, is it good?” “I think so, I’m the star of it. He’s put it on this memory stick so that we can watch it on the big TV” “You’re the star in my life whatever you are wearing and doing Sarah.” “I love you Tom.” “And I love you too Sarah, now off you go and remember, in the morning you have to take your pill and shave your pussy. Try doing it yourself and then I’ll check to see if you’ve done it good enough to be as smooth as a baby’s bottom.” “Baby’s bottoms usually smell.” “True, but it was a figure of speech meaning very smooth.” “Oh, okay.” “Now go before I spank your bare bottom. You deciding to stop wearing clothes makes your bare butt and easy target.” I plugged the memory stick into the TV but didn’t switch it on, then as I walked away I thought about saying that my lack of clothes was only until I got some new ones but I was starting to think that I liked not wearing clothes and maybe I wouldn’t wear any ever again. Back in my bedroom I left the door open and then tried to repeat what I had done in Mike’s room. I did, even tasting the juices that my fingers in my pussy got covered in, although I’m not sure how much Mike, Crag and Ian standing in my doorway watching helped. I fell asleep after I’d cum, without covering myself, or shutting my door. ***** The sun shining through my open curtained windows woke me the next morning and I got up quickly and went to the bathroom. I nearly took my first pill there and then but somehow managed to resist and wait until I cleaned my teeth after breakfast. When I got my razor out to shave my armpit and legs I nervously lathered my pussy then started shaving that. I took it easy because I didn’t want to risk having an accident that might spoil my new found pleasures. I was just about finished when Mike walked in (I hadn’t closed the bathroom door). “Good girl Sarah.” Mike said, “after you’ve showered I can inspect your work if you want?” “Yes please Mike. Do you want to share the shower?” “Wow sis, I didn’t expect an offer like that.” “It wasn’t an offer to fuck me, Tom says that fucking has to wait, but now that I don’t have to worry about mum’s rules I don’t see why we can’t share a shower. Besides, I can get a look at your cock, see what you’re going to put inside me some day soon.” “Works for me sis, move over.” I watched as Mike dropped his boxers and climbed in. I shouldn’t have been surprised that his cock was hard, but I was, maybe because I’d never seen a man’s cock before, only a baby’s when my aunty was changing a nappy. As we soaped each other I kept bumping into his cock and it was making me tingle. He didn’t miss any bit of me with the soap and he made me moan a little as he soaped my pussy. When it came to me soaping his cock and balls I was a little hesitant but Mike told me to just do it. So I did. I spent what seemed like hours exploring his goodies, even circling it with my fingers and going up and down. I don’t know where I got that idea from as I’d never seen it done anywhere. I guess that it was just natural instinct. Anyway, just as I was about to stop his cock twitched, he swore and this white, creamy stuff shot out of the end in squirts, and landed all over my stomach. I just stared as more blobs shot out and landed on me. As the blobs stopped Mike said, “Well that wasn’t intended, but I guess that it was inevitable, you being so pretty and all.” “Was that your cum Mike, your sperm?” “Yes Sarah, it was, a lot of girls swallow that stuff when they give a guy a blowjob.” “Tom’s going to teach me about blowjobs next now that I can make myself cum nearly as good a you and him.” “Good, I’ll look forward to you practising on me. Haven’t you got some breakfast to get ready?” “Oh yes, sorry.” I replied and quickly checked that all Mike’s cum had been washed off my front. I got out of the shower, quickly dried then ran downstairs to get the breakfast ready. I was in a bit of a rush and forgot to put the apron on when I was frying the eggs and bacon and the inevitable happened and the pan spat a drop of fat on my left tit, the nipple. It was just as Tom arrived there and he heard me swear. “What’s up sis?” “I got some hot fat on my left nipple.” “You should have put the apron on, come here.” I moved the pan off the flames and went over to Tom who looked closely at my nipple. Then he surprised me by kissing then sucking my nipple. I moaned the asked Tom what he was doing. “Kissing it better.” “You’re sucking it.” “That’s how you are supposed to kiss a nipple better.” “Oh, it’s nice, maybe I should splash hot fat on my nipples again.” “What’s going on here?” Mike asked when he came into the kitchen. “Fat splashed on her tit.” Tom replied. “Okay, can I splash fat on your pussy Sarah?” “No, that would really hurt.” “But I could kiss it better.” I said nothing, turned and got on with the breakfast. After Mike and Tom had left for work I did the housework including taking the rubbish out to the wheelie bin and saw Mr. Jones who was also putting some rubbish in his bin. “Good morning Sarah, It looks like it’s going to be a hot one.” “Yes it does Mr. Jones, I might do some sunbathing later.” “Will you be wearing that outfit that you’ve got on at the moment?” I stared at him for a few seconds then realised that he was asking if I’d sunbathe naked. “Funny, yes, I’m never going to wear my horrible one-piece swimsuit, that mum bought me, again.” “I don’t blame you, Mrs Jones used to sunbathe naked as well, she’d lay there with her legs wide open teasing me and kept telling me that I shouldn’t be looking at her.” “But you were her husband, you were entitled to look at her.” “Yes, that’s right, it was a little game that we used to play.” “Well I won’t be telling you or anyone else not to look at me, I’m starting to get proud of my body.” “Good for you Sarah, the world needs more girls like you. Now you remember to lay out with your legs open so that your inner thighs get brown as well, and don’t forget to rub sunblock on your pussy, Mrs Jones used to hate it when her pussy got sunburnt and I hated it as well because she wouldn’t let me get anywhere near it.” I remembered that my mum always had to rub the sunblock on me because I couldn’t reach part of my back, not that much of it was exposed because of the horrible swimsuit. Then without thinking I said, “Err Mr. Jones, would you rub sunblock on me when I’m ready please?” “I’d be delighted to my dear, it will be nice to touch some delicate female flesh again. Just give me a shout when you are ready.” “Thank you, I will.” We both went back in to our respective houses and I finished my household jobs. It felt a bit strange doing the vacuuming whilst I was naked and I giggled a bit when I did in front of the big front windows although I didn’t look to see if anyone was walking by. It wasn’t the postman that knocked on our front door later that morning, it was a man delivering some plumbing bits for Tom, and I think that I gave him a bit of a shock when I opened the door but his face soon turned to a grin as he passed me the parcel. When I was done with the housework I decided that I’d spend a couple of hours sunbathing. The tingling in my pussy had just about gone away but I wanted to practice making myself cum and what better place to do that than out in the lovely sunshine. I got a towel and the sunblock then went into the garage to get a sun lounger out then put it in the middle of the back lawn. Spreading the towel over it I climbed on forgetting about the sunblock. As I lay there I thought about how my life had changed over the last few weeks, and especially the last couple of days. Gone, well not quite, were my horrible, thick clothes that mum had bought me and Tom and Mike had taught me some amazing things about my body. As I was thinking my right hand drifted down to my now bald pussy. I felt how smooth it was and decided that I would shave it every morning, just like I’d take my pill every morning. I was looking forward to my next sex lesson and eventually to being fucked. Then I realised that my clit and nipples were tingling because my legs had drifted apart and my fingers we playing with my pussy. I decided to try for an orgasm and hoped that it would be as good as the ones that Tom gave me. I closed my eyes and seriously started rubbing and finger fucking my hole. I did what Craig had told me to do with my thumb and I felt my juices flood my hole. I started breathing heavily whilst telling myself to work harder and at the same time splitting the sentence with moans and swear words. The orgasm arrived and my body jerked and shook as my fingers tried to reach my stomach from the inside. As the orgasm subsided I took lots of deep breaths then opened my eyes. “Oh my gawd,” I said, “sorry, I didn’t know you were there Mr. Jones.” “That’s okay Sarah, I didn’t mean to startle you. I heard you and decided to save you having to come over to get me to rub the sunblock on you. That looked like a good orgasm you just had.” “It was, not as good as the ones Tom and Mike gave me but still good, especially as I had never had one until a couple of days ago.” “You’re 18 and you only just had your first orgasm, that must be a record for this part of the world. I guess that you appreciate them more when you get to be an adult.” “Tom says that I should practice making myself cum but my hand gets a bit tired after a while, you couldn’t help me with that could you Mr. Jones?” “I’m sure that I could, but let’s get that sunblock on you first, I’d hate for you to burn. Shall I do your back first Sarah?” “Yes please.” I turned over and Mr. Jones did all of my back, arms and legs. “Would you prefer to do your own bottom Sarah?” “No, that’s okay, can you do it please Mr. Jones?” As he rubbed the lotion on my bottom I let out a couple of moans and for some reason I moved my legs apart. Mr. Jones must have taken that as my approval for him to rub the lotion between my legs and all over my pussy. Instead of objecting, I just moaned and said that it was nice. Mr. Jones ran a finger slowly along my slit, spreading it open and then over my clit. I gasped then let out a long moan. “Sorry Sarah, I shouldn’t have done that. I’ll go and leave you to it.” “No, no, please don’t go, you haven’t done my front yet.” I said as I turned over. Mr. Jones looked down on me. I really didn’t want him to stop there, I wanted him to do my front, all of it, and to make me cum with his fingers. I looked up at him and said, “Please Mr. Jones, do my front and my pussy, make me cum, please.” “Are you sure Sarah, I’m old enough to be your great grandfather.” “I don’t care Mr’ Jones, please make me cum.” So he did, and I have to say that he was good with his finger, better than Mike, but about as good as Tom. After my orgasm had subsided I lay there with a very satisfied look on my face. After a while of Mr. Jones just looking down on me he said, “I used to take Mrs Jones dancing, she used to love her skirts rising up as she twirled around. She’d have that same satisfied look on her face after she’d twirled so much that lots of men saw her stocking tops and knickers, or more so when she didn’t put any knickers on. In those days it wasn’t like the dancing that you young girls do these days. Do you dance Sarah?” “Mum would never let me go to places that there was dancing but I often put some music on in my bedroom and danced to myself. Do you want me to dance for you Mr. Jones?” “No, no, I’d better be going, I’ve gone too far already.” He left leaving me a bit puzzled. I wondered if I’d upset him in some way.

We hate clothes by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 02 DAY 4 – the water park After going around naked for most of the previous day we wanted to go a little further so we went to breakfast wearing just the see thru scarfs as skirts. Although we got a couple of funny looks from some of the older guests, the younger people (mainly the blokes) who looked at us either ignored us or smiled or complimented us on our outfits. None of the staff took any notice of us. When we got back to our room Jake and Noah had woken-up and were on their balcony – with 2 girls who were only wearing thongs. It was obvious that they had spent the night there. We all said hello then we sat on the balcony doing our nails. After a while we heard the 2 girls telling Jake and Noah that they had to leave and before long Jake and Noah were back on their balcony on their own. Jude was feeling a bit horny and she asked if we could go round and see them saying, “My little tits hurt, can one of you massage them better please?” The guy’s room was a tip, a smelly tip. Jude opened the doors and curtains to get a bit of fresh air in. On the balcony both Jake and Noah were just sitting there looking like death warmed-up. “I know what you need.” Said Jude as she went and knelt in front of Jake. As she got his cock out and started sucking, Jake said, “Oh, that’s nice Kate.” Meanwhile I was doing the same to Noah. “That’s a great hang-over cure girls.” Noah said. I tried my best to get Noah’s cock as far down my throat as I could; even to the extent that I started gagging. Noah held my head in place for a few seconds and when he eased off I backed off and gasped for air. Then Noah pulled my head forward. This went on for a few minutes and I could feel my saliva dripping out of my mouth onto my little tits. My eyes were watering and running down my cheeks as well. When Noah shot his load down my throat, for a few seconds I thought I was choking and what I said to Jude about ‘death by deep throating’ came into my mind. Thankfully Noah let go of my head and I backed off and gasped for air. “Fuck; that was good Jude.” Noah said then pulled me up, led me into their room and pushed me down onto the bed. As he turned me onto my back and spread my legs he said, “My turn,” then; ”oops, sorry Kate;” as his hands reached up to my little tits and his mouth attacked my pussy. Noah is just as good as Jake with his mouth and it wasn’t long before I was moaning and then cumming. I lost control of my body and started shaking and jerking about as Noah’s teeth gently squeezed my clit with his tongue licking the end of it behind his teeth. When I started to get control back I looked over to Jude and Jake. His mouth was buried in her pussy and the moans that I could hear were coming out of her mouth. I reached over and played with her nearest nipple as she reached her peak. “Every day should start like this.” I said as Jake climbed off Jude. “Too right!” Noah said as the 2 guys got up and asked when they could have the next round. We left the 2 guys and Jude and I climbed into our shower and compared notes before deciding what we were going to do that day. We eventually settled on Dad’s idea of going to the water park. Then we had the problem of what to wear. Agreeing that it was not a good idea to go totally naked we settled for the bikini wrap skirts and the scarfs as tops. When we were ready we walked out of the hotel and walked to where we’d seen a row of taxis parked. The drivers stared at us as we approached the front cab and my visible nipples went hard and ached a little as I watched the eyes of the driver of that cab as we walked up to him. Then he did something that I wasn’t expecting; he opened the back door for us to get in. I got in first and as I lifted my first leg I realised what the driver was doing. His eyes confirmed that he was hoping to look up our little skirts as we got in. Smiling to myself I put my first foot on the floor inside the taxi then turned and sat on the seat with my other foot still outside the taxi; effectively spreading my legs with my skirt opening to give him the view that he wanted. I waited a couple of seconds and looked at Jude. She had a smile on her face so I knew that she knew that I was doing. Not wanting to make it way too obvious, I lifted my foot in and slit across the seat. As I watched Jude get in I saw that she’d twisted her skirt round so that the driver got a really good look at her pussy. She too sat with one leg in and one leg out of the taxi for a few seconds letting him see what he wanted. Throughout the journey I could see the driver looking at us in his mirror but we were sat at either side so he wouldn’t have been able to see our pussies. I made a mental note so sit in the middle on the journey back. When we got to the water park the driver quickly got out and opened the door for us. We rewarded his good manners with a longer look at our pussies as we asked each other pointless questions. At the pay kiosk the woman pleased us when she only charged us kids prices to get in. As we walked to the locker room we were a little relieved to see 3 older girls walking out wearing only thongs. We quickly locked away everything except the little skirts and went to the nearest ride. It was one that you had to carry a big, 2 seat inflatable up to the top and then come down sitting on it, one in front of the other. At the start of the ride I watched Jude get onto the front, her skirt wide open at the front. The young man controlling the ride was staring down at her pussy and he stared at mine too as I climbed on and put my legs either side of Jude. I lay back as much as I could so that more of my pussy was on display. Next it was a big slide and Jude and I sat in adjoining lanes waiting to start and as we sat there Jude reached over and pulled the end of the string of the bow that was fastening my skirt. Just after she’s done that we were told to start the ride. Within a few feet my skirts was disappearing behind me and when I got to the bottom and got to my feet I could see my skirt slowly coming down the slide. I had to stand there for a few seconds waiting for it to arrive. While I stood there I could hear someone shouting at me in Spanish. I guessed that he was telling me to get out of the water but I wasn’t going to abandon my skirt. It wasn’t that I wanted to put it back on; it was that I was going to need that skirt for later in the holiday. Eventually it arrived and I grabbed it and walked to the side and got out. Standing there next to Jude with my skirt in my hand I made a quick decision. I wasn’t going to put the skirt back on. Totally naked I grabbed Jude’s hand and started walking towards the locker room. As I opened the locker and put the skirt in Jude said, “Sod this,” and she unfastened her skirt. A few seconds later 2 naked 14 year old girls walked out of the locker room. We wondered how long it would be before someone came up to us and either told us to put something on, or to get out of the water park, but neither happened. People seemed to be treating us like little kids. Well, apart from a few boys and men. A group of teenage boys about our age followed us around for ages. Every time that we went up the steps to a ride they were right behind us. Jude and I mainly ignored them but a couple of times we did tease them by bending over with our feet apart. Even when we went and got our things out of our locker, got something to eat and spread out on our towels on the grass to eat our lunch they were there nearby watching us. Being the mischievous girls that we are we teased them by sitting with our legs apart then after we’d finished eating we lay back and sunbathed, still with our legs open. While we were laid out the lads found some courage and came and sat on the grass close to our feet. We just ignored them. We were a little surprised that none of the staff on the rides said anything; apart from one ride where the man stopped us from going on the ride. At first we thought that it was because we were naked but it soon became obvious that there was a height restriction on the ride and we were too small. We’d thought that we’d lost out followers after that but about 5 minutes later they were back. We didn’t lose them until about an hour later when we went for a pee. When we came out they were gone. In a way we were a little disappointed but at the same time they’d got a bit boring. When we decided to leave we had the problem of what to wear; after all, we’d only brought the clothes that we were wearing (nothing) and the bikini wrap skirts were wet. We were left with 2 choices; the preferable one was to go back to the hotel totally naked. The other choice was to wear the totally see thru scarfs that we’d worn there as tops; but where to wear them. We’d look a bit daft wearing just a see thru top; and that would make us look as if we were trying to expose ourselves. After a quick conversation we decided to wear the scarfs as skirts. We walked out of the water park and over to where the taxi had dropped us off but saw no taxis. We headed off out of the car park and down the street where a couple of cars beeped their horns at us. Eventually we saw a parked taxi outside a café and walked up to it. We couldn’t see a driver and as we stood there wondering what to do, a group of young lads came up to us and started speaking in Spanish. It was obvious that they were talking about us being virtually naked and that they were talking about our little tits and pussies. We were starting to get a little worried when a man came out of the café and told them to go away. As the lads left the man looked us up and down then said that he was the driver but he was having his break. He told us that he’d be free in about 20 minutes and told us to get a drink if we wanted to wait. As we went into the café everything went quiet as everyone turned and looked at the 2 virtually naked 14 year old girls. For once I felt a little embarrassed for a second. We walked over to the only free table but a man stopped us saying, “Reservado.” We assumed that it translated to ‘reserved’ so we went and stood at the bar where a waiter asked us what we wanted. We ordered 2 colas then put our bags on the floor and looked round the room. The place wasn’t up to much and was full of old men drinking and playing pub games. Quite a few of them had stopped what they were doing and were staring at us. When I realised this my nipples went hard and started to tingle; so did my pussy as I felt myself get a little wet. I turned to Jude and said, “Wow, this is turning me on.” “Me too.” Jude replied. We might as well not have been wearing the scarfs as skirts as we both automatically slowly turned to face different tables of men. As we did so our feet drifted apart a little letting them get a better look between our legs. We stared at them and they stared at us for ages until the taxi driver came over to us and said that he was ready. All eyes were on our little butts as we walked out of that café and got in the back of the taxi. On the journey the driver ignored us but I did look in his mirror once and saw that he was looking at us. It was only as we walked into the hotel that I suddenly realised that things could have gone badly wrong when we went into that café. It had been a great turn-on but anything could have happened. I told Jude about my thoughts but all she said was, “Yes, I know; but it was such a turn-on; I hope that Jake and Noah are in their room.” They were, and it wasn’t long before we were getting our next blowjob lesson. This time Jake came to me instead of Jude and I asked him if we could try his favourite blowjob position. Jake smiled and told me to get on my back on the bed with my head at the foot of the bed. I did and Jake got naked and came and stood at my head. I looked up and saw his cock rise up ready for my mouth. Jake bent over and easily lifted me up. I opened my legs so that they went either side of his head and put my arms round him. We held each other tight together. It was easy because Jake is big and strong and I am small and light. My face was right in front of Jakes cock and I opened my mouth and took it in just as I felt Jake’s tongue slide up my pussy lips. It wasn’t a deep throat blowjob but with the blood rushing to my head it felt good; especially as Jake’s mouth was giving my pussy a lot of pleasure at the same time. As Jake held me, he started slowly walking and before long he’d carried me out onto the balcony. Jake walked round the balcony as we both worked on the other one. At one point I caught a glimpse of the guy from the room next door. I didn’t see his girlfriend and as he seemed to be staring I assumed that she was out somewhere. The knowledge that another man was watching us made me hornier and I bounced my head up and down even faster. Jake came first and I swallowed it all and I was still bobbing up and down as I started to cum a few seconds later. My head stayed still, with Jake’s cock still inside my mouth, as I moaned and almost screamed. As the waves receded I realised that Jake’s cock had gone soft and that I was still sucking. Jake carried me back to the bed and I saw that our neighbour was still there watching us. I looked over to Jude and saw that she and Noah were enjoying a 69; both oblivious to anything and anyone around them. Jake lay beside me and we gently fondled each other’s bits as we watched Jude and Noah finish their fun. Jake and Noah left after we had thanked them for the lesson, and after a shower Jude and I went and sat on the balcony. The voyeur was still watching from next door so Jude said hello to him and we started talking. Dean was a little shy at first but he soon relaxed when he realised that we weren’t upset by him watching us. Dean’s girlfriend (Liz) was out doing some shopping and we had a good chat. He told us that Liz is the jealous type and was worried that we might seduce him. After a good laugh Dean heard his door open and Liz shouting his name. He disappeared quickly. We still had a couple of hours before we needed to get ready to meet Dad and Max for dinner so we decided to explore a bit. Putting on just our shoes we set off out of the hotel and up the road in the opposite direction to what we had before. It wasn’t long before we were out of the town and walking along a path along the coast. We came to a little bay with sand dunes and a nice beach. The thing was, just about no one there had swimming costumes on; they were all naked. “Kin’ell;” Jude said; “look at all those cocks.” We weren’t going to miss an opportunity like that so we headed down into the sand dunes. We were a little shocked when we saw a few gay couples; some of them having sex. We’d never even thought about men having sex with other men before and were amazed. We just couldn’t understand a man wanting to put his cock in another man’s butt when there are millions of women who’d love to have their cocks in their pussies or mouths. Getting over that shock we walked onto the beach and felt wonderful; all those people that were like us; all not wanting to wear clothes. We felt so at home. I was expecting to be feeling all horny and wanting to play with my pussy but everything felt so natural. Okay, my nipples were hard but I put that down to the gentle breeze blowing over them. Slowly walking along the beach we saw dozens of limp cocks; all different, but all basically the same. We saw unfortunate women with breasts so big that day-to-day life for them really must be a problem. We were really pleased that it didn’t look like we were going to have their problem. After walking from one end of the beach to the other and back we regretfully decided that we should head back to the hotel. What we did decide was that we were going back to that beach. Back in our room we reluctantly put some clothes on and went downstairs to meet Dad and Max. They were late again and we had to sit on that sofa again. We did have a bit of fun teasing the men that went in, or came out of the restaurant by putting our feet up and opening our legs. Two of the young men that came out of the restaurant had been down at the pool and we’d played chicken fight with them; both of them had groped us. They came over to us to talk to us and stood in front of us, looking down at our pussies until Dad and Max appeared. Over dinner Dad apologised for leaving us alone so much and said that he and Max were going to take a day off golf and spend it with us. Fortunately, Jude and I managed to persuade them that it wasn’t necessary and that we were quite happy on our own. Max supported us but I wasn’t sure if he was thinking about us or himself. After dinner we went for our usual walk and a drink in a café. Dad decided that we’d walk a little further and we ended up at a café that was a bit noisy. We sat outside where it was quieter; but inside there was a lot of young people, a bit of a dance floor and one of those mechanical bull things. When some of the people started having rides on the bull Jude and I kept looking over to it. After a while Dad said, “You two want to have a go on it don’t you?” “No, it’s all right Daddy, we know that we’re too young.” Jude replied. “That’s okay honey, we’re on holiday; one ride won’t hurt.” Both Jude’s and my eyes lit up. It really did look fun. “Off you go; but be careful.” “Thank you daddy.” We both said as we stood up and went inside. As we were walking in I asked Jude if she had remembered what we were wearing (short, tight summer dresses that buttoned all the way up the front). “Yeah, so what?” “This is going to be fun.” I replied. We went and booked our turns and waited, watching the other girls (and the odd man), having their turns. While we were waiting, all the girl’s tits escaped and the watching guys all cheered as they bounced up and down; not that they’d see our little tits bounce up and down. Two of the girls couldn’t avoid showing the crowd their thongs / knickers, whilst 2 others revealed that they weren’t wearing any knickers; much to the delight of the crowd. Jude went first and as she was helped up, her dress rode up letting everyone see her bare butt and pussy. As the bull bounced all over the place the buttons on her dress slowly came undone one by one. There were big cheers as her dress fell open revealing her whole naked front. When she finally lost it she ended up flat on her back on the cushions with her dress wide open. The crowd liked that. I was next and my dress rode up too. As the buttons started to come undone I reached to the front of my dress with my balance arm and tugged the rest of them open. Then as I was thrown all over the place I managed to put my balance arm back and let that side of the dress slide off my arm. With my dress just on my arm that was holding the rope at the front of the saddle, I bounced around for another minute or so before finally getting thrown off. The dress slid of the one arm as I went flying through the air, leaving me totally naked on the cushions. As I lay there I could hear the cheers and rude comments from some of the guys. I guess that most of them thought that I was embarrassed; but I wasn’t; I was loving it. When I got to my feet I picked up my dress and walked over to Jude. She was stood there with her dress still unbuttoned; and a couple of lads staring at her. Their eyes moved to me as I moved close to her and I guessed that Jude was a little annoyed that their attention had gone off her. We walked out to Dad and Max, dressed as we were. When Dad saw us he said, “Wow; that must have been a rough ride.” I threw my dress on the chair and while I started straightening my hair I said, “Yeah, it was; but it was fun; I want another go before we go back to England.” “I think that it might just be a good idea for you to put your dress back on.” Dad said, “You don’t know who might complain.” “No one complained when we walked down this street this afternoon, or yesterday, without any clothes on.” I said. Max looked surprised then smiled, while Dad said, “You two need to be careful; I don’t want to have to bail you out of jail.” “Oh don’t worry about us two Dad; we’re having a ball and we’re keeping our eyes open.” Jude said. “I hope so.” I thought that maybe Dad had a point so I put my dress back on but didn’t fasten it. When we got back to our room and naked and on the balcony, the girl and young man were out on their balcony with another couple. The 2 guys kept looking at us while the girls ignored us. After a while we went and lay on our bed and went to sleep. DAY 5 As we walked into the restaurant the next morning, Dad and Max were just walking out. We kissed Dad and he held Jude at arm’s length and looked her up and down. “You two come to breakfast like that every day?” He asked. (We were wearing just the see thru scarfs as skirts.) “Yes of course;” I replied; “Why, is there a problem?” “No, but just be careful.” Dad said before telling us to have a good day and walking off. Back in out room we waited for Jake and Noah to emerge. As I anticipated the blowjob I felt my nipples and pussy tingle. About 20 minutes later their patio door opened and a bleary-eyed Noah emerged. When he saw us he said hello. I responded with, “Hi Noah; are you 2 good for our next blow job lessons?” Noah seemed to wake-up a little faster than he expected and he told us that they’d we with us in 10 minutes. When they knocked on our door and came in they were just wearing their boxers. Jake told us that they wanted us to try to get their cocks deep in our throats and said that we should lay flat on our backs on the bed and hang our heads over the end. Jude almost ran to the bed but I sauntered in, sliding my hand over Jake’s and Noah’s rapidly changing shape boxers. We got ourselves comfortable and let our heads fall back as both Jake and Noah pulled off their boxers and knelt in front of our faces. Noah’s hard cock touched my lips, my mouth opened and Noah’s cock started sliding in and out. At first he took it easy and didn’t push too far. As I started to get used to it he pushed further and further in. The first time his cock went passed my tonsils I gagged a bit but I told myself to stop being silly and to relax. Things got better from that point and it wasn’t long before my eyes were getting hit with Noah’s balls. Thankfully Noah kept withdrawing after about 4 thrusts and I managed to breath. Noah kept repeating the thrusts and withdrawing until he suddenly got bigger and held his cock deep in me as I felt his warm sperm go down my throat. That took a little longer than his 4 thrusts and I started needing to breath. He didn’t withdraw so I had to shake my head and try to say something until he got the message and withdrew. I just lay there letting my breathing get back to normal, then watching Jake pump into Jude’s throat. When we were all done Jake said, “What do you think about you two doing a 69?” We didn’t answer, instead we shuffled round on the bed so that Jude was flat on the bed on her back and I lay next to her. We started kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. After a while I moved onto my knees, turned round and climbed on top of her. Faces met pussies and mouths got to work. We’d done this hundreds of times before at home so we both knew how to please each other. We took our time and eventually made each other cum within seconds of each other. I rolled over onto the bed on my back and both Jude and I lay there, with our legs open for a couple of minutes before asking Jake and Noah to rub our pussies. Of course they obliged and it wasn’t long before we were both cumming again. When our breathing got back to normal we got up to go for a shower. As I walked away from Jake and Noah I said, “Same time, same place tomorrow guys?” “What about this evening?” Noah asked. “Of course.” I shouted as I joined Jude in the shower. We decided to go down to the swimming pool for a while first and 2 very naked girls carrying towels and a bottle of suntan lotion left their room and walked down to the swimming pool. When we got to the pool there were only a few people there that we knew so we got lotioned up and lay out on the sun loungers. Jude said that she didn’t want the inside of her thighs to stay white so she, then me, opened our legs to let the sun get to that part of our thighs, and our pussies. A couple of the guys came to talk to us and we stayed like we were as they stood at the foot of the sun loungers and stared at our pussies as we talked. I was smiling to myself as I watched the shape of the front of their shorts change shape. When a few more people arrived someone suggested that we play a game of ‘get the ball’ in the pool. One of the guys had a football sized ball and most of us dived in and started playing. It wasn’t long before it became obvious that it was all an excuse to grope the girls. Whenever a guy got the ball he’d throw it to a girl and she’d just stand there holding it up in the air whilst 2 or 3 of the guys would ‘attempt’ to knock the ball out of her hands. The thing was what the guy’s hands never came out of the water. They were always too busy doing something to the girl under the water. I assume that the other girls stood with their legs apart; I know that I did. It was fun standing there with my arms up in the air while half a dozen male hands squeezed my little tits and fingered my pussy underwater. It was only when I accidentally dropped the ball that the game moved on. There were 5 girls playing in that game; all were topless before we started playing. Two of the girls wore only bikini bottoms and the other girl wore a thong. The two bikini bottoms and the thong all got thrown out of the pool by the guys at some point in the game and it was 5 uncovered, bald pussies and 6 tented guy’s shorts that emerged from the pool at the end of the game. All seemed happy with the game and 5 naked girls lay on their sun loungers letting the sun tan their pussies. About an hour later we played that game again but there were twice as many players and 3 balls so 3 girls at a time were getting groped while they just stood there and enjoyed it; I know that I did. All the girls were shouting at the guys to throw them the ball. During that game the rest of the girl’s bikini bottoms / thongs came off and were thrown out of the pool by the guys. Once when I dropped the ball and shouted for the guy who’d got it as it fell out of my hands to throw it back to me; and he did. I got a double dose of groping. By the time I dropped it again I was sooo close to cumming. When that game ended my pussy was so wet, and it was nothing to do with pool water. When I lay on the sun lounger with my legs open I could still feel my juices seeping out of me. One of the guys must have noticed because he came and sat on the end of my sun lounger between my feet and talked to Jude and I for ages. Whenever I looked at his face it was obvious where his eyes were pointed. While I’d got that, sort of, captive audience I took the opportunity to try squeezing and relaxing my pussy muscles again and again. I wasn’t sure but I think that he’d have been able to see what I was doing but he didn’t say anything. After a while things quietened down and Jude and I decided to go to that beach that we’d found. We wanted to go on our own so we told the others that we were just going down to the local beach. Some of the other girls there couldn’t believe that we weren’t going up to put some clothes on first and they went to the fence near the road and watched our little bare butt walking down the street. We found the beach again quite easily. There weren’t as many people there and fortunately, there were no gays having sex in the sand dunes. We were so relaxed as we walked along the beach. After walking the full length of the beach and back we spread our towels and sunbathed for a while. Then we went for a swim in the sea; such a lovely feeling. After more sunbathing we got a little bored and decided to walk along the coastal path some more. It wasn’t long before we came to a little village with a few old people walking around. Some of them stared at us for a short while but no one said anything – not that Jude or I would have understood their Spanish. At the other side of the village we found a road that looked like it went back to where our hotel was. We wondered if it was a long way and were surprised when we only walked a couple of hundred yards before we saw our hotel. It looked like we’d already walked round 2 sides of a triangle. As we approached the outskirts of the resort we wondered if anyone would be upset by the sight of the 2 naked 14 year old girls but we needn’t have worried. We did have a nervous moment when a woman who spoke English asked us if we were all right. We thanked her and continued walking. When we got back to the hotel we didn’t even get a second glance from the receptionist as we walked in and over to the lifts; but we did from some new arrivals. One older couple looked a little surprise or shocked but a group of 4 young men stared at us with big grins on their faces. One if then said that he was going to enjoy his stay there. We went out to the swimming pool to see who was there but none of the crowd was there so we went up to our room and sat out on the balcony. We got a bit of a surprise when a different couple came out onto their balcony next door (not Max and Noah’s side). They were another young couple but the girl was a lot more friendly and obviously didn’t mind her boyfriend looking at 2 naked 14 year old girls; in fact she went back into their room and came out a couple of minutes later as naked as Jude and I. We talked for ages. The poor bloke (Dan) must have been feeling rotten having 3 naked girls round him and not being able to do anything about it. When we finally had to go and get ready for dinner we heard noises from next door that made it obvious that Dan was fucking her brains out. We had to wait for Dad and Max again and we had a bit of fun flashing people going in and out of the restaurant and after dinner we excused ourselves saying that we were both tired and wanted to get an early night. The truth was that we hadn’t seen Jake and Noah that evening and hadn’t had our blow job lesson. Everything was quiet when we got back to our room so as we were getting undressed we were wondering what to do when we heard Jake and Noah’s balcony door open. Quickly turning round we saw a very sleepy looking Jake emerging. Apparently they’d met some friends that morning and hit the booze hard. By mid-afternoon they’d left their friends and staggered back to the hotel where they’d fallen asleep. Noah was still asleep and we volunteered to wake him up. Jake told us to go for it and we went round into their smelly tip of a room. Noah was still out of it so we pulled his boxers off and got to work on his cock. He wasn’t that unconscious because his cock responded to our tongues and mouths and he soon shot his load, still apparently asleep. Jake was watching and as we licked Noah clean. “He won’t know what had happened. He’s a sound sleeper like me. The hotel could burn down around us without us knowing about it.” Jake said. “Don’t worry about it Jake.” I said. “You’re not the only ones who are very sound sleepers; you could come into our room and rape us and we wouldn’t wake up.” “Don’t you get any ideas Jake.” Jude said. “Don’t worry girls, we won’t. If we’d wanted to fuck you we could have loads of times. You’re safe with us.” “Good, I’m glad to hear that;” I replied, “now stand up and let us get on with our practice.” We both knelt in front of Jake and got to work on his cock and balls with our mouths and tongues. Jake didn’t last long and 2 eagerly awaiting 14 year old girls looked up at his cock and face with their mouths open, hoping that they’d get some of his seed in their mouths or on their faces. We both did; the volume of Jake cum must have increased when he watched us work on Noah. When we’d swallowed what we could reach with our tongues and licked what we couldn’t off the other, we stood up and I turned back to Noah. “Right, I guess that something a bit more drastic is called for.” I went into their bathroom and filled a glass with cold water then tipped it over Noah’s face. “What the fuck!” Noah said as he sat up. All 3 of us were laughing at him as he looked around and took at what was going on. “Did I miss something?” Noah asked. “You could say that bro.” Jake replied; “Don’t worry about it mate.” “Did I go to sleep like this?” Noah said as he pointed to his naked cock. The 3 of us just laughed. “Right,” I said, “we’ve got places to be; we’ll leave you to it. See you in the morning for our next lesson.” As we walked back to our room Jude asked me where we had to be. “I thought that we’d go for a walk dressed like we are (naked), we’ve never really gone for a naked walk at night have we?” “Well no, but three things; one, we’ll have to be careful, there’s a lot of weirdoes out there, some of them drunk. Two, we’d need to wear shoes; and three, what are we waiting for?” We put some sandals on and left our room. As we walked down the corridor towards the lift Jude reminded me that Dad and Max were out there somewhere. I told her that it wasn’t a problem; we’d just go down different streets. It was a bit different walking round the streets at night. For some reason it seemed a bit sexy. My pussy certainly thought so. We got a few funny looks from people and a few rude comments from some guys, but we weren’t worried; we reckoned that we could out-run them if necessary. We must have walked about for at least an hour before heading back to the hotel. As we got near it we kept an eye out for Dad and Max; we didn’t want to bump in to them. We went to bed and enjoyed each other’s bodies before falling to sleep. DAY 6 The start of that day followed what had become a routine on most days. Jude and I get up, go and have breakfast then go back to our room, strip and wait for Jake and Noah to get up. Then as soon as they’d emerge we’d ask them if we could give them a blowjob and 5 minutes later our mouths would be trying to swallow their cocks. After another shower Jude and I would go down to the pool naked and get groped in the pool under the pretence of playing some pool games. We really got to like that routine and that day was just as good as the rest. We must have been groped a dozen times, each one very pleasurable. The other girls there were all quite happy as well. Mid-afternoon as the pool games died down, Jude and I decided to go for a wander; or to put it in Jude’s words, “Let’s go and flash our pussies at some people.” After we took our towels up to our room, put some shoes on and picked up a purse and set off wondering what opportunities we’d find. As we walked down the main street we saw a big rock towering up at the end of the street. “That must be the one that Dad mentioned; how about we go over there and see what’s what?” Jude asked. So off we went, waking right out of our resort and into the next one. That sounds like a long way, but it wasn’t; all that separated the two is bloody big rock. As we went down the side of the rock we could see that Dad was right; it was a lot bigger and it was busy right up to the edge of that rock. One of the first places that we saw was a McDonalds. By that time we were getting a little thirsty so we went in. No one seemed to care that we were naked; not even the staff that served us. I guess that they thought that we were little kids. With our tray of drinks and ice cream we headed back outside to sit at one of the table near the footpath. I was about to sit down when Jude said, “No, not there; hang on a sec.” Jude re-arranged the chairs so that one was facing the people walking one way along the path; and the other so that it was facing the people facing the other way. For a split second I didn’t know what she was doing but as it dawned on me giggled and said, “Good thinking sis.” We sat on the front edge of the chairs and opened our knees quite wide; so wide that I felt the warm air as my vulva parted. It took ages to eat those ice creams and the cola was almost flat by the time we’d finished it. During that time we’d had 7 people stare at our pussies and one man went passed us 3 times. I felt like telling him to get his camera out and take some photographs. Two of the 7 were girls a bit older than us. They were walking with arms linked and the one who saw our pussies first stopped dead and stared. Her mate cursed her at first but as soon as her mate pointed to us she grinned and said, “Little sluts; that’s my trick.” We were enjoying ourselves flashing at people going by so I went and got us some more drinks and ice creams. When I got back to Jude she told me to look at the geek (typical geek, too many clothes and thick black rimmed glasses) stood at the edge of the road. I took a quick glance then sat on the edge of my chair. “He’s been there since you left to get the drinks.” “He’s not doing any harm and he must like what he’s looking at if he’s been there that long. Tell you what;” I turned to look at the youth and shouted, “Hey you, you with the glasses, come over here.” The geek looked around and seeing no one he pointed to his chest. “Yes you, come here.” He slowly walked over to us. “Like what you see?” I asked. “You haven’t got any clothes on.” “Very observant.” Jude said. “Have you got a camera?” I asked. “Er yeah,” he said as his hand went into his pocket. “It’s the latest iphone, it’s got blah, blah, blah.” I wasn’t listening to all that crap and I interrupted him saying, “But has it got a camera?” “Yes.” “Right, come here and take a few selfies with us.” He came and squat next to me and took one selfie then did the same with Jude. I stood up and steered him into the chair then I waved for Jude to come over. We squat either side of him and leaned in to him for another selfie. Then I took the phone off him, gave it to Jude and I sat on his lap. Just as Jude was about to take the photograph I opened my legs so that my pussy was on display, and lifted one of his hands and put it on my tit. His hand was all hot and sweaty. Jude and I swapped places and I took another photo. Before Jude could get up I moved in and took a close-up of her pussy; which by that time was glistening. Then I sat on the front edge of Jude’s chair, opened my legs and took a selfie of my wet and swollen pussy. After that I stood up and told the geek to stand up. Then I told him to run home to mummy. He turned and walked off and it looked like he was scrolling through the pictures as he went. “That’s given him enough wanking material for the next 6 months.” I said. We laughed and sat down to eat our ice creams and do some more flashing. It was a good job that the waiters didn’t come out to the tables near us as we sat on the edge of our seats with our legs spread. We attracted the attention of a few more people, all of whom looked once or twice then moved on. In between voyeurs Jude had the idea of taking one of the ice cubes put of our drinks and pushing it up our pussies. Just about all of our ice cubes ended up dripping out of our pussies. We final drank our liquid ice cream and warm cola and decided that we’d better move on before we started masturbating (we were tempted but chickened out). We decided to head back over the rock and towards our hotel, stopping off at the beach to see if we could have any fun there. Two couples a bit older than us were at the end of the beach with no one close to them. They were all laid on their backs with their feet towards the sea. We were so horny that we lay on the sand about 10 feet from their heads, legs open and pointing towards them. We couldn’t wait any longer and started rubbing our pussies. I think that it was our moaning that caused one of the men to turn onto his stomach and look our way. His face just froze for a couple of seconds as he re-checked what he’d seen. Then he said something to the others and the other 3 turned onto their stomachs to watch us. With an audience of 4 we frigged away, interspaced with the odd bit of finger fucking, and soon made ourselves cum. By that time we’d both got a bit vocal and we could probably be heard by people further along the beach. As I got my wits about me again I looked over to the 2 couples. They were still watching, the 2 girls were smiling and talking and the 2 men were just staring. I wondered if they’d got hard-ons. We just lay there for about 15 minutes before getting up and continuing our journey back. When we got back to our hotel we just had time for our next lesson with Jake and Noah before we had to get ready for dinner. Dad and Max were waiting for us outside the restaurant so we didn’t get the chance to flash anyone else. DAY 7 – the beach party This day was different. It was the day that Dad had booked us on the Beach Party trip. When Dad had booked it for us he gave the impression that he thought it was for teens about our age. We didn’t know what to expect but hoped that it wasn’t aimed at little kids. Anyway, we had to go down in reception at 11:00 which meant that we had to give Jake and Noah their blow jobs early. We went out onto the balcony early hoping that they’d be awake but after 15 minutes, and no sign of them, we went out of our room to their door. Surprisingly it wasn’t even closed so we went in. It was a tip again but there was also a bra on the floor. We guessed that they’d had a good night. Both Jake and Noah were asleep on top of their beds wearing only their boxers so we went to them and gently eased their cocks out and started sucking. They both got hard quickly and we kept sucking. It didn’t take long for them to cum. We both swallowed and when their cocks went soft we eased them back inside their boxers. Gently climbing off the bed we stood there looking at them, both still sound asleep. We quietly left the room. In the shower we giggled as we wondered if they knew what had happened; or would they think that they’d just had a dream. We had a little discussion about what to wear. The problem was that we didn’t know what age group would be there. In the end we decided on the tight lycra skirts and a simple tank top. That way we could stay covered (well almost), or put the clothes in our bag if we thought that we could get away with being naked. There were 10 people (6 guys and 4 girls) from our hotel going to the party; many of them we’d met at the pool and had been groped in the pool by all of the guys. When a couple of them saw us they asked us if we were on the right coach then told us that there’d be lots of booze there. We told them our Dad’s had thought it was for younger people. The guys laughed and told us that they’d look after us. Jude told them that we’d thank them properly later. One of the guys grinned and told us that he’d hold us to that. The coach took us to a port a few miles along the coast but it took us an hour to get there because we kept stopping to pick-up more partygoers. When we got there we were all herded onto a boat and loud music started. As the boat left the port the booze was brought out and a man told us that we were going to a beach and that the party would really start there. We started talking to the people that we knew and one of the guys got us some cans of cola. When the boat anchored in a little deserted bay we were told that we had to swim ashore. We looked around and saw that most of the guys were wearing swimming shorts. Those who were wearing T shirts were taking them off and leaving them on the boat. All the girls were wearing bikinis. Those who had something on top were taking the top layer off and leaving it on the boat. We had to make a quick decision. Jude and I looked at each other and quickly pulled our skirts and tops off. We swam ashore naked; much to the delight of the guys that were still on the boat. A man started to organise some games while some other Spanish men brought booze and food ashore and started dishing out the booze. It wasn’t long before quite a few people were getting drunk and making a fool of themselves in the games. Of course those who’d drunk quite a bit thought it was all hilarious and were having a good time. The 2 guys from our hotel that had told us that they’d look after us got us some soft drinks and kept coming over to us to make sure that we were all right. We kept telling them that we were; that were enjoying watching the games and that they should enjoy themselves. The games progressed from stupid childish games to more adult ones including simulates sex. A couple of the girls had got topless on the boat, but when the games got more interesting nearly all the girls had taken their tops off. Two had taken their bottoms off as well and were clearly enjoying having a young man between their legs, even if he still had his shorts on. One time that we looked out to sea we saw a little cabin cruiser anchoring not far from our boat. Then a couple dived in and swam ashore. As they got out of the water I saw that they were carrying a plastic bag with a towel in; and that they were as naked as Jude and I were. The couple laid out their towel close to us, sat down and after a few minutes they started making out. Before long they were having sex; right in front of us and a few of the others; they had quite a little audience. They fucked in quite a few positions but the one that I liked the most was where the man was on his back with his feet nearest the sea. The girl knelt either side of him facing the sea and was going up and down on his cock. As she leant back everyone could see her pussy as the man’s cock went in and out of her. I thought this was so cool and we just stared at them all the time. So did quite a few others; especially when the girl made quite a bit of noise when she orgasmed. After they’d finished the girl got of the man and they just lay there. I watched as the man’s cock slowly shrank and the girl’s pussy leaked his cum. After a while the girl sat up, leaned over to the man and started giving him a blow job. I watched her, hoping to learn something. She took all of his cock into her mouth and didn’t gag at all; all the time playing with his balls with her hand. When she was satisfied that he was hard enough she got onto her hands and knees ready for him to fuck her from behind. He did and I watched her tits swing back and forward as he rammed in and out of her. Finally done, they just lay there on their backs with their legs open for all to see. The couple’s fucking probably inspired some other couples to fuck as well. At one point I looked all around the beach and could see 3 couples that were obviously fucking. While all that was going on, the games were still going on and people were drinking and eating. A couple of times drunk young men came up to us and tried to hit on us but each time we told them that we weren’t interested. One took quite a while to get the message, saying that we must want to be fucked because we were naked. Eventually, the party came to an end and we were all told to get back to the boat. There were quite a lot of drunk young people on that boat and it was funny watching them – apart from when they leaned over the side to puke. Two of the drunk girls were naked and both were laying there with their legs wide open. Never having been drunk, Jude wondered if all girls opened their legs wide when they got drunk. Jude and I had found out skirts and tops when we’d got back onto the boat but we didn’t put them back on; not even when it came time to get off the boat and onto the coach. Our 2 little ‘minders’ followed us onto the coach and somehow managed to split Jude and I up so that we were each sat with one of them. Once the coach got moving I looked at Jude, then the guy sat next to me, and said, “Time to pay our debts.” I reached over to his shorts, unfastened them and got his cock out. After toying with it for a few seconds I leaned over and took it in my mouth. After I’d made him cum and I’d swallowed every drop I shuffled round so that my butt was on his lap and my legs dangled into the aisle. As they dropped into the aisle they collided with Jude’s legs as she was already getting finger-fucked by her ‘minder’. That was when the people in the seats in front and behind realised what we were up to and they got up on their seats so that they could get a better look. Those guys made us cum a few times before we got back to the hotel and both Jude and I were a bit unsteady on our feet as we got off the coach carrying our clothes in our hands. That was the first time that I’d given anyone a blow job whilst people were looking at us (I’m not counting the couple in the room next to us as they were trying to keep hidden) and I liked it. It seemed to make me more excited and horny. When I told Jude about it in bed later night, she told me that she’d felt the same. We decided that we’d have to plan some more public blow jobs. Our 2 ‘minders’ were still clinging to us as we got off the coach so we decided to go straight to the pool. When Jude and I were alone for a bit we decided that the guys probably assumed that we were going to let them fuck us. We wanted that but at the same time we didn’t. We both still had visions of our first fuck being something dead romantic. Certainly not a one night (day) stand in a hotel in Spain. As we were messing about in the pool Jake and Noah turned up, and we attached ourselves to them hoping that our ‘minders’ would get the message. They did and as the day was getting on, Jake and Noah told us that they were going up to their room. We asked them if we could tag along and Noah said, “Yeah, sure, if you want we can give you another blow job lesson; we missed out this morning,” Jude and I looked at each other but didn’t tell them that we’d given them both a blow job while they were still asleep that morning. Jake and Noah got their blow jobs and we got our pussies eaten; then we got ready for dinner. Dad and Max were waiting for us outside the restaurant and over dinner Dad asked us how our day had gone. Jude told him that it had been fun and educational; but neither of us gave any more details. We went for our usual walk and drink after dinner but it wasn’t very exciting. We found a café that had some live music; the problem was that it was from Dad’s era.

I'm being Blackmailed by Vanessa Evans All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over 18 when the events took place. Hi, my name’s Claire and I’m being blackmailed into being a slut. That’s very true but I guess that I should start at the beginning. I’m 19 and come from what I suppose you could call a middle class family. When I left college a year ago I was lucky enough to get a job as an office junior at a smallish electronic surveillance company. When I say smallish I mean the boss (Tony) the techie (Sandra) and 4 field installation guys; all in their mid-twenties. All went great for the first 3 months and I was fitting in quite well, getting along just great with everyone in the company. Then I made 2 really terrible mistakes. Mistake number one was to miss-calculate an invoice to a company that Tony knows that I know the owner. He’s the father of one of my best friends. Mistake number two was to use the company’s internet to access porn sites. I’d better explain that. You see I’m a normal healthy 19 year-old girl, without a boyfriend, who has fantasies and sexual urges. The installation guys are out on the road just about all the time and both Tony and Sandra have to go to visit customers quite a lot. It was a Monday, the weather was warm, I was on my own at work and I was bored so I started searching the internet for sites that gave me information on my fantasy (being submissive, being dominated and getting gang-banged). I found a few sites and forums and struck-up an online conversation with a man who asked all the right questions and got me weighed-up in minutes. Within 30 minutes I was describing what I wanted men to do to me. I knew that I was safe because I signed-up under a false name (SubGirl). I knew that if I got scared all I had to do was logoff so I was quite open with the answers that I gave. We’d had a long conversation and I felt really horny by the time Tony and Sandra came back and I had to logoff. The next afternoon Tony and Sandra were out again so I logged on to the forum and with minutes the same man started chatting to me again. This time he started daring me to do things for him in front of the webcam. I knew that I was safe so I agreed. The dares started quite tame, like take my shoes off and show my bare feet to the webcam. There was a couple of other tame dares then he sprang something a lot more personal. He dared me to take my knickers off and prove to him that I’d done it. That didn’t sound that bad until he told me that I’d have to show him my bare pussy to prove it. My heart fluttered and I felt my pussy get warm and wet. Okay I thought, I’m safe here so let’s do it. But first I told him that I’d have to go and lock the outside door. A bit more about myself before I continue. I’m 5 foot 3 inches tall, long blonde hair and a 34B 24 34 figure. I stood in front of the webcam and slowly pulled my skirt up showing the man my black, see-through thong. Then I slowly pulled my thong down showing him my bald pussy. By then my pussy was soaking and craving some attention. “Not good enough slut.” The man said, “Take them right off and hold them up for me to see.” So I did, letting go of my skirt as I did so. “Still not good enough; take the skirt right off.” Even basic logic told me that it had gone too far but I was caught between my fantasy and reality. My fantasy won and I unfastened my skirt which fell straight to the floor. I was an excited, nervous wreck that couldn’t stop. Before long the man had talked me into getting total naked and sitting on my chair masturbating while he watched it all. It didn’t take me long to cum. After that he told me to put 3 fingers in my pussy then lick them clean; and I did. After that he told me that I’d done enough for one day and that I should sign-on to the forum again the next day. I just sat there, naked as the day I was born for ages before the phone rang. It was weird talking about work whilst sitting there stark naked. It certainly brought me back to reality. After the conversation ended I quickly got dressed and unlocked the door. By the time that Tony and Sandra returned everything was back to normal. Or so I thought. The next morning just after all the installation guys had left Tony called me into his office and my world crashed. Tony accused me of theft, misuse of company equipment and lewd behaviour in the workplace. He told me that it was grounds for instant dismissal and prosecution by the police. He said that I was looking at a big fine, or even some time in jail. At first I denied it but Tony had proof. When he produced the invoice I pleaded that it was a simple mistake. I couldn’t do the same for the evidence of the rest of my ‘crime’. I should have realised that a company of that nature would have lots of surveillance cameras all around, and recordings from the lot; but I just hadn’t thought about it. There was even one that had close-up of my bald pussy. Where the hell was that camera? As well as that lot there was a recording of my online chat. Oh boy, was I embarrassed. Tony clicked on 5 videos from different angles in the main office, all showing me naked and frigging away. One video showed every internet page that I’d looked at that day. By that time I was crying my heart out. When Tony asked me what I thought that my parents would think I just about started going hysterical. It would kill my parents if they ever found out. “I’m so sorry Tony; please don’t tell anyone about this.” I pleaded in between the streams of tears. “It’s a very serious matter Claire, I can’t just forget about it. I should really go to the police; and tell your parents; it’s the right thing to do.” Tony said. “Please Tony, please don’t tell anyone. I’ll do anything that you tell me; absolutely anything. I just can’t let my parents find out what I’ve done.” There was a long pause where Tony just stared at me and I kept crying. “Well Claire I can’t just let this go without you accepting some form of punishment.” “Anything Tony; I’ll do anything and everything that you ask.” “How do I know that you mean that Claire?” “Just tell me Tony and I’ll do it.” “Okay then I believe that all punishments should fit the crime.” “Me too.” I interrupted. “Right then; your punishment will come in many parts over a long period of time. You’ll hate parts of it and not want to do what I tell you; but at the first hint of you refusing to do what I say I will be on that phone to the police and your parents. Is that understood?” “Yes Tony.” “Okay then Claire, take your clothes off.” “WHAT!” “You heard me Claire, strip now or it’s the phone.” I just stood there stunned. How could my boss order me to strip naked? This wasn’t right. But there again, what I had done wasn’t right. What choice did I have? My hands slowly moved up to the button on my top. They were shaking like hell and I had awful trouble trying to get the buttons undone. “I can’t do this Tony.” Tony reached for the phone. “Okay, okay; I’ll do it just so long as you promise not to tell my parents or the police.” “I told you Claire; you do exactly as I say and there’s no need for me to involve your parent or the police.” My still shaking hands started working on the buttons again. It took a while but I managed to get them undone and slowly took my top off. As my top hit the floor Tony said, “Come on Claire, you can undress quicker than that.” My skirt was next, leaving me stood there in my black lacy bra and another black see-through thong. “I see that you like see-through thongs Claire, shame, you look good in it. Get it off, and the bra.” I wondered what he meant by the word ‘shame’ as I finished stripping then held my hands over my breasts and pussy. “Don’t be shy Claire, you were happy to show everything to that man yesterday so put those hands down.” Tony said. Tony had me stand there for a couple of minutes, me feeling so ashamed. Then he said, “Open your legs Claire, about 2 feet.” My eyes went wide open then I realised that I’d have to do it. As my feet spread I could feel the air on my pussy. It felt cooling even though it was a warm day. Tony let me stew for another couple of minutes before he told me to come over to his desk and bend over it. I slowly moved forward and as I bent over I felt my hard nipples touch the desk and realised that I was excited. I sure as hell didn’t want to be, but I was. My thoughts went to my pussy and I realised that it was wet, very wet. What’s more I had ‘that’ feeling. Tony was still sat there with my head right in front of his chest. “Look up at me Claire.” I raised my head. “Claire, I am about to give you a spanking. This will be the first of many until I think that you have learnt your lesson. You will submit to these without question. There will be other punishments that you will also submit to without question. Do you understand?” “Yes Tony.” Tony stood up and the bulging front of his trousers was right in my face. I gasped a little as I saw that bulge. My thought were torn between, “Oh no, please don’t fuck me,” and “please Tony, fuck me hard.” I said nothing; nothing until Tony went behind me and slapped my butt so hard that I yelped and jumped up. “Get back down and spread those feet wider.” I blushed as I realised the view that Tony was getting. What’s more my pussy was very wet and hot. Tony slapped my bare butt 9 more times. It hurt like hell and by about the fourth slap I was crying and pleading for him to stop. When Tony finally stopped my butt was on fire. “Stand up straight girl.” Tony said. As I did, he continued, “And put your hands by your sides.” Tony went and sat at his desk then looked up at me. I was looking at the floor at my feet; my nipples were rock hard, my pussy ached for attention, my butt hurt like hell; and I was still crying. “Right Claire,” Tony said, “a few new rules for you: - 1.From now on you will not wear any underwear while you are at work. Every day starting tomorrow, at 5 o'clock you will strip naked at your desk then go to the kitchen and lay on your back on the table with your arms and legs spread wide then wait for whoever’s turn it is to punish you. If anyone else comes into the room you will ignore them. But if no one else arrives within 30 minutes you may get dressed and go home. 2.You will do whatever any of us tell you without delay and without question. 3.If anything is delivered whilst you are naked you will stop whatever you are doing and go and answer the door without getting dressed. 4.You will shave your whole pubic region every morning. 5.You will not wear any make-up to work. Two reasons, firstly you don’t need it you have beautiful face; and secondly when you cry it makes a right mess on your face. 6.You will wear micro skirts and see-through tops to work every day. Do you have any question?” “Sorry Tony but I don’t have any micro skirts or see-through tops.” “Okay, I should have guessed that. Go on to the internet and purchase some. Use the company credit card but don’t go crazy. I don’t expect any of the skirts to be more than 8 inches long and the see-through tops must show plenty of skin. Let me see the pictures of each one before you buy it; I want to approve it. Do you have a tennis skirt or old school gym skirt?” “Yes Tony.” “Tonight you will shorten it to 8 inches long and wear it until the new ones arrive. As for a top, wear your smallest one tomorrow and we’ll modify it if I think that it isn’t revealing enough. Any more questions Claire?” “How long is this going to go on for? “As long as I think it is necessary.” “Are you going to stop my pay?” “No.” “I can’t go in and out of home dressed like you are telling me without my parents getting upset. Please can I arrive and leave work in my normal clothes?” “Fair point Claire; yes you may, minus all underwear. When you arrive you will go straight to your desk and strip and go to the kitchen like I said earlier. You will do this immediately, regardless of who is in the office. I will be watching you and I never want to see you wearing underwear when you strip, understand slut?” “Yes boss.” “Tomorrow will be an exception to the rule. In the morning you will get changed into the skirt and top that you bring from home as soon as you arrive. I will be holding a meeting first thing to tell everyone about your crime and punishment and you will be there. After the meeting you will have your first punishment administered by one of the team. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Right, put your bra and thong in the rubbish bin and put your skirt and top on. Then go and wash that mess off your face.” Tony ordered. I went and got cleaned up and for a minute or so I just stood looking at myself in the mirror. I asked myself a few questions: - “What the hell have I got myself in to?” “What am I going to do?” “Can I survive this?” “Why did I want Tony to fuck me?” “Why am I so wet and horny?” I didn’t have any answers so I straightened my top and skirt. As I did so I saw my nipples trying to poke through my top. I hoped that they weren’t going to be like that all day. As I walked back to my desk Sandra said, “Been a naughty girl Claire?” “Yes,” was all I said. My butt hurt as I sat down. The rest of the day was reasonably quiet apart from when the postman arrived. I had to go and let him in. As I was signing for a package I could see that he was staring at my chest. I felt my nipples get even harder and start to throb. I started looking for skirts and tops on the internet. It didn’t take me long to find some obscenely short ones. How any girl could wear a skirt that short I just didn’t know. Then I remembered why I was looking at them. I blushed a little as I imagined me wearing one of those skirts at work. I bookmarked quite a few pages then went and told Tony what I had found and asked him to come and look at them. He came and stood next to me as I pulled up the pages. While I was doing that Tony said, “Undo the top 2 buttons of your top Claire; I want to see your tits while we do this.” Without even thinking I did as I was told. I felt my nipples get harder. Tony wasn’t too happy with some of my selections and he took the mouse and searched through and found some even shorter skirts. He selected 2 that had built-in knickers and he told me that I had to cut them out as soon as they arrived. One of the other skirts that he selected wasn’t really a skirt; it was 2 rectangles of material that would leave my hips exposed. I shuddered at the thought of having to wear that at work. He told me to search swimwear sites for see-through skirts and cover-ups. When I’d found some I went and told Tony, He came back to my desk and selected what he wanted me to order. All in all I put over a thousand pounds on the company credit card. None of it was on clothes that any normal girls would wear at work (unless she was a hooker), but I was going to have to wear them. I suddenly realised that people were going to think that I was a hooker; or at the very best, a slut. Tony had already called me that. Maybe he was right. When I got home that night I went straight to my room and cried and cried. Then I found myself masturbating and couldn’t understand why I was sexually excited. After a couple of hours I got off my bed and looked for my old gym skirt. Then I got out a pair of scissors. When I put the shortened skirt on it looked indecent; I could feel my bare butt and pussy when I touched the hem. There was no way that I could bend over in that skirt. I put on my briefest crop top and looked in the mirror. I really did look like a slut. I was right; there was no way that I could let my parent see me like that. I took them off and got into bed naked. I cried myself to sleep but my hand was cupping my pussy from the second I got into bed. My hand was still there when I woke up. What’s more my pussy was very wet. I wondered if I’d been masturbating in my sleep. I got to work early and say that Tony was the only other person there. As instructed I went straight to my desk and got changed into my horrible revealing outfit. When I turned round I saw that Tony had been watching me. When the last person arrived Tony called us all into his office. He went through the work for the day and discussed a couple of problems with the guys then he said, “Gentlemen, Sandra; Claire is with us this morning because I have a very important issue to tell you all about. Yesterday I had to discipline Claire for theft, misuse of company equipment and lewd behaviour. The crimes were so bad that I could have called the police and had her arrested. If I’d done that Claire would have been in jail by now. As Claire had been doing so well up until yesterday I offered her an alternative to jail. That alternative is the reason for her change of appearance this morning and for the fact that she is happy to submit to being punished by all of us in a way that I doubt anyone of you would have expected. Yesterday Claire stripped naked and I spanked her bare butt until it was bright red. Each evening at 5 o’clock, until I decide otherwise, you all will take it in turns to administer a spanking to Claire’s. You will have 30 minutes to complete that task. I will let you decide who does it on which days and how you decide to administer it. Gentlemen, please get that table at the back of the store area out and put it in the kitchen area then find that sponge mat and put that on the table. That table is to be Claire’s punishment table and is to be used for nothing else. It may be needed for punishment at any time and I don’t want to have to clear it. Today Claire will get punished twice; once right now and then again at 5 o’clock. Sandra, as you are the only other female here I would like you to be the first to administer a spanking. Gentlemen off you go; Claire, take your clothes off and go to the kitchen and wait for everything to be ready.” “Please Tony,” I pleaded, “please don’t make me do this, not in front of everyone.” “Claire, you accepted the deal yesterday; either strip or pass me the phone.” I slowly stripped and was then told to take my skirt and top to my desk. As I walked I saw that Sandra had an evil looking grin on her face. In the kitchen I stood there trying to hide my tits and pussy as the guys brought the table in and covered it with the sponge mat. We all waited a couple of minutes for Tony to come in. When he arrived he told me to get on the table any lay like he had told me. I climbed on and lay on my back with my legs closed and my arms by my side. I felt so embarrassed as everyone watched me. “Claire, remember how I said you have to lay?” I slowly opened my legs and spread my arms. I was spread-eagled, naked, in front of all my work colleagues. I was so ashamed that I just wanted to crawl into a corner and die. Tony let everyone look at me for what seemed like hours before he turned to Sandra and said, “Right Sandra, 10 spanks, how would you like Claire to be positioned?” “Hmm, I’ve been thinking about that; how about we raise her legs and put them as far back as they will go?” Sandra said. “Sounds good to me.” Tony said. “Claire lift your legs, keep them spread wide and put them as far back as you can. Gentlemen, when Claire is ready you grab her ankles and hold them to stop her moving.” I just wanted to die. Tears were streaming down my face but I could feel that my pussy was getting wet. “What shall I use to spank her?” Sandra asked. “You can use whatever you like, but you must not break her skin.” Tony replied. Sandra chose to use her hand and stepped forward and proceeded to quickly give me 10 slaps. Needless to say that I was crying; I pleaded for her to stop but she just continued. When it was over Tony said, “Okay, that’s it for this morning; Claire will be here at 5 o’clock for her next punishment. Don’t forget to decide who will administer it gentlemen.” With that Tony turned and walked out. The guys let go of my ankles then spent the next 5 minutes deciding who would be there at 5 o’clock. I lowered my legs and just lay there crying. The guys left and I slowly got off the table and walked back to my desk. As I slowly got dressed and stopped crying Sandra asked me if I was okay. The she said that she was sorry that she hurt me. I replied, “That’s okay, I know that I deserved it so don’t feel bad.” It was as I was putting my skirt on that I realised that my pussy was dripping. I wondered why because there was no way that I’d enjoyed the spanking. I finished getting dressed then got on with my work, albeit standing up for the next couple of hours. At lunch time I heard the beeping from the snack van that comes round. I’d forgotten about him, but I decided that I couldn’t face him and that I’d skip lunch. Then I heard Tony shout for me. When I went to him he gave me some money and told me to go and get him a bacon butty. My heart dropped as I realised that I’d have to go and face the snack van man. As I walked outside the wind blew my skirt up and a fresh breeze licked round my pussy. I suddenly realised that I liked that but I still held my skirt down. Rajeev, the snack van man complimented me on my outfit telling me that I looked great. I pretended not to hear him, but I did blush. When I got back to our door I turned to look back and saw that Rajeev was watching me. I hoped that he couldn’t have seen my bare butt. During the afternoon I started to get used to being dressed like that, and I managed to sit and get some work done. Before I knew it Sandra was leaving so I knew that it was 5 o’clock. I looked round. We were the only 3 people there and I just hoped that one of the guys would get back in time. Tony looked at me, then at the clock. I got the message and stood up and slowly stripped. Then I went to the kitchen. Tony had followed me and watched me as I got on the table and spread myself wide. “Please Tony,” I said, “haven’t I been punished enough? Please let me go home.” “No Claire, I will decide when you have had enough; and it won’t be for quite a long time so get used to this.” I just lay there dreading what was going to happen. The strange thing was that my nipples were rock hard and they and my pussy was tinging. Surely I couldn’t be getting aroused by this horrible situation. Before I could answer myself, Pete walked in, “Sorry I’m late, traffic.” “She’s all yours Pete. Make sure that her butts nice and red.” Tony said as he turned and left. Pete stood at my feet staring at my pussy that was getting wetter by the second. After about 30 seconds he told me to get on my hands and knees. When I did my knees weren’t apart enough so he told me to spread them. I felt my labia part as my knees parted. I could feel the embarrassment turning into tears even before Pete’s hand hit me. I squealed as the tears became a flood. By the time number 10 had landed my butt hurt like hell and my pussy was on fire too. I hoped that Pete couldn’t tell how aroused I was. “Sorry Claire,” Pete said,” I hope that I didn’t hurt you too much; and don’t be embarrassed by getting turned-on by it, lots of women do. Some even cum when they’re spanked. It’s just the way women are built.” I was confused. I just stayed there, still on my hands and knees for ages. I just couldn’t understand why I was feeling the way I was. After a while Tony came in and told me to get dressed and go home. It hurt when I got into my car. At home mum asked me if I was okay, she said that I looked under the weather then she got one of my favourite meals ready. Afterwards I went to my room, stripped and looked at myself in the mirror. Was I really getting turned-on by being spanked? I got my laptop out and did some research. What Pete said was right; apparently a lot of women do get turned-on by pain and spanking; and humiliation. Most of them admitted to being submissive as well. I realised that I could have been reading about myself. I put my dressing gown on when mum called to say that tea was ready. After I’d eaten I went straight back to my room and took the gown off. I looked at myself in the mirror and asked myself what was wrong with me. When I went to bed I again stayed naked and masturbated until I fell asleep with my hand on my pussy and a finger inside me. I woke next morning feeling much better and less confused. Overnight my brain had accepted that I was submissive and that I did get turned-on by the embarrassment, humiliation, and being spanked. I still didn’t want to have to get naked and wear those horrible clothes. At work I was watched by Aaron and Duncan (installation guys) as I stripped naked and put those horrible clothes on. Although I was embarrassed I didn’t feel so ashamed. I even stood facing them as I got changed. The day went okay until the postman arrived. He had a little package that needed signing for. My face was bright red as I signed his little machine. The package was the first of my new wardrobe. When I went and told Tony that it had arrived he told me to strip naked and try it on. When I told him that it was only a skirt he told me that it didn’t matter; I still had to get naked. I did and then put the skirt on. It was a little bit shorter than my cut down school and it was see-through. The fact that it was see-through was irrelevant because it didn’t cover my butt completely, or my pussy. OMG; I felt horrible when Tony told me that I looked great and that I had to keep that skirt on for the rest of the day. I thought about the snack van man and suddenly realised that my pussy was getting wet. Was I really looking forward to going outside and letting Rajeev look at my pussy through that skirt? Tony told me to put my top back on and get on with my work. When I heard the snack van’s horn beeping my heart skipped beat. I suddenly decided that I was going to skip lunch. That decision was taken away from me when Tony came over and said, “Come on Claire, get your purse. Quickly or he’ll be gone.” What choice did I have? I picked up my purse and followed Tony. As soon as the door opened the front of the skirt blew up. Rajeev was waiting with a grin on his face. He watched every step that I made. “Nice skirt Claire.” Rajeev said as I got closer. I got a wet rush and my pussy tingled. “Thank you Rajeev, I’m glad that you like it.” I said trying to sound as normal as possible. What I really wanted to say was, “It’s horrible, and this man is making me wear it,” but I didn’t. We got served and as I walked back I could feel Rajeev’s eyes burning my exposed butt cheeks. The rest of the afternoon went reasonably well until 5 o’clock. I stood up and Sandra, Tony and Bob (installation guy) watched as I slowly stripped. I walked to the kitchen with my head down and climbed onto the table. As I spread my arms and legs my eyes and my pussy got wet; and my nipples started to ache and my pussy tingled. “Claire,” Bob said, “I’m sorry about this but you have to learn what is right and what is wrong.” “I know Bob. I’m really sorry for what I did. I know that you have to do this so how do you want me?” “Don’t move Claire; I can get at your tits and pussy the way you are.” I panicked a little as I realised the implications of what he had said. Then the first slap hit my right breast. I screamed. Then it was my left breast. I screamed again. I saw Tony appear at the door a second before Bob’s hand came down on my pussy. I screamed again then saw Tony’s grin. “I didn’t think of doing that Bob; that’s a good idea.” Bob went round my 3 sensitive parts again then looked at Tony. The tears were pouring down the sides of my face as Bob said, “Where shall I land the last one Tony?” “Pussy.” Tony said. As soon as it landed and I’d screamed again Tony disappeared saying, “Lock-up on your way out Claire. See you on Monday.” “Sorry Claire.” Bob said again then he too left. I lay there for a while then put my hand to my pussy. It was so tender and hot. I opened my lips and touched my clit. A bolt of pleasure shot through me and I started to cum. My body writhed about that table for a couple of minutes before I started to calm down. “What the hell was that?” I thought; even though I knew what it was. “Why had that happened?” I correctly asked myself. As I lay there I wondered what was happening to me. Eventually I got up, walked to my desk and got dressed into my ‘home’ clothes. I locked up and drove home in a bit of a dream world. “Still feeling a bit under the weather?” My mother asked. “You go and have a hot bath and I’ll put some soup on.” I smiled a little as I walked up the stairs. Soup is my mother’s answer to all ailments. In the bath I looked at my breasts. They were still a bit red and my nipples were sore and rock hard. Even after Bob’s abuse they still managed to get hard. I touched my clit and jerked a bit. I thought about playing with it but decided to leave it. As the water started to cool down I heard my mother shout that the soup was ready. I got out and put a robe on then went downstairs and had my soup. “Feel better?” Mother asked. “Yes thank you mum.” “Magic stuff my soup isn’t it?” “Yes mum.” I went to bed and tried to work out what was happening to me. My right hand involuntarily went to my clit and started rubbing. When I woke up my pussy was dripping. Had I been masturbating in my sleep again? I just didn’t know much anymore. I had the weekend to try to make some sense of my feelings but I couldn’t. Every chance that I got I put my hand on my bare pussy and played with it. I must have had 7 or 8 orgasms that weekend. It didn’t help that I had to go and do some shopping. As I was driving into town I asked myself why I hadn’t put any underwear on that morning and gone out in only a thin summer dress. Tony wasn’t with me so how would he know. I asked myself if I wanted to be naked under my thin dress. At a set of traffic lights I put my hand up my skirt and touched my pussy. It was so wet and when I touched my clit I nearly exploded. Walking round town in a bit of a daze I started to think that maybe I liked dressing like that. On impulse I went into a clothes shop and bought a much shorter summer dress. The top was scooped low and showed lots of cleavage. The shop girl was happy to let me leave wearing my new dress and she even cut the tags off for me. As I walked down the street I felt nervous and excited; and still confused. As I got into my car to go home I looked down at my lap. The short dress had ridden up and I could see my bare pubes. Normally I would have straightened my skirt, but I didn’t; I drove home with my pubes on display. When I got home my mother looked at me and said, “A bit risque isn’t it?” She obviously didn’t approve and just ‘tutted’ when I said, “It’s the fashion these days mum; all the girls are wearing clothes like this.” My dad smiled at me and when mother went out of the room and he told me that I looked beautiful. I felt good too. When I went up to my room I stood in front of the mirror and experimented lifting the dress bit by bit until I could see my wet pussy. I stood with my legs apart and looked at my clit just showing between my lips. That was when I had to give myself one of the 7 or 8 orgasms. I still didn’t understand why I was feeling like I was. The full team was there when I got to work on the Monday morning. I had a little panic until I looked at the clock and saw that I wasn’t late. At my desk I opened the draw and looked up; everyone was looking at me. I, almost defiantly, stripped and stared back at them before putting the see-through skirt and the top on. A thought flashed through my brain, “I hope that one of the see-through tops arrives this morning.” Then I told myself to stop being stupid and I sat down and started my work. Some more of my new clothes did arrive that morning and a see-through top was one of the items. When they arrived Tony had me strip and model each item for him. For some weird reason I wasn’t as reluctant to strip for Tony and I didn’t start crying. Tony must have sensed that I was getting used to it because he pushed the limit a bit further by putting his hands on my breasts on top of one of the new tops. He used the pretence of wanting to feel the material but I’m sure that he just wanted to touch my tits. When the snack van man arrived I just got up, grabbed my purse and walked out. Tony had had me discard my original top saying that it didn’t go with my new skirts. He was right, they didn’t go together but at least it wasn’t see-through. As I walked out of the door I realised that I didn’t feel anywhere as near bad as I had done the last week; in fact I felt a little wet rush and my nipples harden as I saw Rajeev looking expectantly for me. Rajeev again complimented me on my outfit telling me that he liked the ‘new’ Claire and I again felt his eyes looking at me as I walked back to the door. 5 o’clock came and I got nervous again. It was obviously Duncan’s turn to punish me as he was stood at the kitchen door watching me get undressed. Neither of us said anything as I walked passed him and got onto the table. Spreading myself wide I waited as Duncan just stared at me. It seemed like forever until Duncan said, “On your hands and knees Claire.” I turned over and got into the required positon, spreading my knees quite wide. I buried my face in the sponge mat knowing that Duncan would be staring at my open pussy. Duncan slapped my butt hard; then again. I started to cry but still managed to hear both Tony and Sandra leaving and telling Duncan to lock-up on his way out. Slap 3 and 4 were just as hard. As the rest of the 10 landed my butt was on fire and my pussy was hot and getting wetter by the second. As the 10th landed I was relieved that it was over but my pussy was aching for attention. Duncan must have sensed this because he started fingering me. In and out went first one then two fingers. Within a couple of minutes I was cumming, screaming for Duncan to keep going. He did, and I had another orgasm. Duncan removed is hand and I slid my knees back and just lay there on my stomach. “Thank you for that Claire;” Duncan said, “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first day that you walked in in here.” I didn’t say anything as Duncan left, reminding me to lock-up. I pushed my right hand under me and cupped my pussy. I just needed something pressing on my clit. After about 5 minutes I was recovered enough to get up and go and get dressed. As I walked out I looked at the kitchen table and smiled to myself. I didn’t feel bad. I still had a smile on my face when I got home. My mother told me that I looked much better, that my cheeks had a rosy glow. I grinned thinking, “And the other ones too.” The Tuesday saw more clothes arrive and another smile on the postman’s face as I signed his machine. He cheekily said that he enjoyed delivering to us as he was staring at my see-through top; my nipples trying to cut their way out. The snack van man was pleased to see me as well. So were 2 guys from the unit further down that hand come up to the van there rather than waiting for it to move down. I was blushing like hell as they tried to make conversation with me. I got away as soon as I could and hurried back to work. Duncan must have spread the word of what he did to me because when Aaron came to spank me he too fingered me and brought me to another shattering orgasm. Again I was so embarrassed that I had cum and I just lay there for ages after he’d left. The other weird thing was that after he’d gone I touched my clit I had another mini orgasm. Why was that? It was Sandra the next evening and she wanted to spank me the same way as she had done before. When she came into the kitchen Tony was with her. I was instructed to raise my legs and Tony held them while Sandra spanked me. Sandra must have a bit of an evil streak because her spanks hurt like hell, more than the ones from the guys. When I was crying I wanted ask her to be more gentle but I knew that Tony would use that to get her to spank me harder. I was glad when the 10 were over and I was expecting Tony to release my ankles but he didn’t. The next thing that I knew something big was invading my pussy. “What the fuck?” I said; then went back to crying. “Well Claire, the guys tell me that they’ve been finger fucking you and that you’ve had some orgasms. Sandra wanted to be slightly different so she went and bought a big dildo. Perhaps this will humiliate you and make you regret what you have done.” Sandra showed no mercy; the dildo went in and out, gradually getting faster and faster. I tried not to get aroused but it was hopeless. All too soon I started cumming, and cumming, and cumming. Sandra just wouldn’t stop. After about the fifth orgasm she finally got tired and stopped. Tony let go of my legs and they dropped back to the table. They both watched me as I slowly got back to something like normal. “Fuck Claire,” Sandra said, “you really are a slut; I’ve never seen anyone cum like that.” Tony said, “Claire, I’ve told the guys to get a little more adventurous with you. Perhaps we can find something that doesn’t turn you on so easily.” I was amazed; they were talking as if me cumming was my fault. I wasn’t the one ramming things into my pussy. I was left to lock-up again. The next morning Tony watched me strip naked then called me into his office. “Claire, I see that you now have so many new clothes that you are having trouble putting the all in your desk. Before you start your work clear the rubbish out of that cupboard and then use it as your wardrobe; but not for your ‘home’ clothes. Each morning you will strip at your desk then come over here and wait for me to select what you will wear for the day. Do you understand?” “Yes Tony.” “Right then, all that rubbish wants to go in the skip out the back.” I just stood there. “What is it Claire?” “You said out the back; as in outside. But I have no clothes on.” “I can see that. You’ve gone out to that snack van wearing next to nothing so going out the back with nothing on shouldn’t be a problem to you; anything else?” “Err yes, it’s my period next week.” “And?” “And I use panty-liners.” “Not any more you don’t; get yourself some tampons. I guess that you’ll have to find another way to let the guys humiliate you.” I spent the next hour walking backwards and forwards to the skip hoping that no one saw me. I know that I’ve been outside virtually naked before but actually being naked was different. It was more exciting. The wind blowing round my pussy and nipples felt good. I was in a reasonably good mood when my new wardrobe had all my new clothes in; even if they were clothes that I would never buy for myself, and never wear, anywhere, if I didn’t have to. The other thing was that there were clothes that I’d never seen before and never ordered. I assumed that Tony had ordered them for me. Some of them were so skimpy that I may as well not have bothered. The delivery man arrived before Tony told me what he wanted me to wear and Sandra told me to go and sign for whatever it was as I was. I stopped feeling good and started feeling very embarrassed again as I signed for the package. It was more clothes; and some heels. I knew that I hadn’t ordered them so Tony or Sandra must have done it. I was just hanging them up when Tony came in and saw them. “Good, they’ve arrived. Today you will wear that string vest and the black heels. I slipped the sting vest over my head and quickly realized that it was a man’s string vest. It covered my butt and pussy but it was armless and the arm holes were very low cut. I could see the sides of my tits when I lifted my arms. The other thing was that the holes were so big that my nipples poked through 2 of them; and there were so many holes that I may as well not have been wearing anything. I dreaded going out to the snack van man; so much so that I decided to skip lunch. Unfortunately Tony wanted some lunch. By the time that I got outside the van had moved down the car park and there was no one getting served. If I was to get Tony’s lunch I would have to run after it. All of a sudden 4 guys from the unit at the bottom came out get their lunch. They got to the van before I did and I had to wait to get served. One of the guys turned round then said, “Hey guys, you may want to turn round and look at this.” By that time I was stood there trying to get my breath back and wishing that I was hundreds of miles away. Getting served took forever. The guys were staring at me and talking about me. Their suggestive comments were embarrassing me something rottten. I should have expected it; after all, all I was wearing was a totally see-through vest. What’s more, it was ages before I realised that my right tit had escaped during the run down. Rajeev was so happy to see me that I got Tony’s lunch for free. When I gave Tony his lunch he told me that I looked good. For the rest of that week and the start of the next week the evening routine was the same. The guys would spank me then finger fuck me to an orgasm. In a way I was getting used to it but it was still horribly humiliating. When my period arrived I had the little string dangling as I lay on the table. It was Duncan’s turn to abuse me and after he’d administered the 10 swats he said, “Well Claire, I see that your fuck hole is occupied. I guess that I’ll have to put something in another of your holes.” My first reaction was that he was going to stick something up my butt, a thing that I really did not want. When he told me to turn round and lay across the table with my head hanging off the side I had this horrible feeling that he was going to stick his dick in my mouth. That horrible feeling became a fact of life. When he got his dick out I pleaded with him not to do it but he pressed the end of his dick against my mouth and held my nose until I opened up. It was horrible and as he pressed further in he kept saying ‘swallow Claire’. I did, hoping that I wouldn’t choke to death. After a couple of minutes of me thinking that I was about to die things suddenly got less choking. Duncan kept ramming his dick in and out of my mouth until he suddenly stopped and pressed real hard. I suddenly felt something warm going down my throat. “That’s right Claire, swallow it all.” When Duncan pulled out he stood there and wiped the end of his dick on my face then put it back into his pants. “Thank you Claire,” Duncan said, “don’t worry, you can have another load tomorrow;” and he left. That was the first time that I’d done that for a man and part of me said that I never wanted to do it again. The other part of me couldn’t wait until tomorrow. After the next 2 spanking I got face fucked and decided that it wasn’t really that bad. The following morning whilst I was standing naked in Tony’s office waiting for him to arrive I decided that I was going to tell him that enough was enough; that I’d been humiliated more than enough. I practised what I was going to say in my head and when he walked in I started on my little speech. I’d only got 2 sentences out when he stopped me and threatened me with the police and my parents again. He was having nothing of it. He even pulled up a few videos on his pc showing me having all those orgasms. I hadn’t seen any cameras in the kitchen but I didn’t know our products by sight, only numbers. They could have been anywhere. I was well and truly shot down. I realised that I had to go on enduring those punishments. A couple of months previous I had made the mistake of telling Sandra that my parent were going on holiday and that I’d be left at home alone. Tony suddenly reminded me of that fact and told me that because I’d dared to challenge his decision I would have to drive to and from work totally naked. I gasped and said, “What about getting to my car from here; and what about my neighbours?” “I’m sure that you’ll work something out; and when you’re at home you will stay naked as well. Remember what we do here Claire, you never know when we will be watching you.” Fuck, was there a camera somewhere at home? Were there lots of them? Had Tony seen me masturbating in my bedroom? Had he watched me shaving each morning? Oh fuck. What was I going to do? The spanking followed by the finger fucking happened again that evening but it was followed by a mouth fucking as well. That started happening every evening apart from when it was Sandra’s turn. Those evenings my pussy was filled with the big dildo. Sandra did try to push it down my throat but I was gagging too much and she took pity on me and stopped. The following Monday morning I got up early, got ready (apart from any clothes) and then kept looking out of the window until I was confident that none of the neighbours were looking (not that I could ever be sure of that). I chickened out a couple of times before dashing to my car. I sat there for a couple of minutes getting my breath back then set off. It was weird driving whilst naked. I started getting paranoid that everyone was looking at me and I worked out where I could stop at traffic light to minimise the risk of someone looking and realising. I eventually got to work and sat there for a minute before looking round to see if anyone was there. Eventually I got the courage and I jumped out and ran for the door. I had to be the first there didn’t I? The damn door was locked and I had to fumble in my bag to get the keys. Boy was I happy to be in that building. When I got to my desk my heart was pounding and my pussy was dripping. I just sat there with my hand cupping my soaking pussy until I heard someone else arrive then I went and stood in Tony’s office waiting for him. I was a horny, nervous person going to and coming from work for the next few days. The nervous reduces a bit but every morning but I always just sat at my desk holding my pussy until someone else arrived. I wanted to masturbate but I was scared in case there was a camera watching me. When I got home each evening I did frig myself to a glorious orgasm just as soon as I got in the door. One morning when I got to work there was a DHL delivery van outside our unit. I waited for a couple of minutes to see where the delivery man was. When I was satisfied that he was not anywhere close I made a run for it. Just as I was getting to the back of the van the man came round the corner and I nearly bumped into him. I stopped dead in my tracks not even thinking to try to cover my tits and pussy. The man just stared for a few seconds then smiled and said, “Well hi there, I didn’t think that it was that warm; or are you taking part in a ‘nude at work’ day?” I un-froze and mumbled something as I rushed to our door. I could feel his eyes burning my bare butt as I unlocked the door and went in. That morning I went straight to the toilet and took care of my burning desire. Another problem I had with a delivery man was a few days later. Tony had me dress in very skimpy clothes that were slightly see-through. When I opened the door to him he immediately grinned and walked in. Before I knew it he had an arm round me and was groping my tits. I told him to get off me but he didn’t so I screamed. Within seconds Tony was there and pushing the man off me. “Leave her alone scum-bag.” Tony said. “What’s the problem man? She’s a whore and she loves it.” “She definitely isn’t a whore, she’s a respected employee and as such she WILL be treated with respect by everyone who comes here. In your language that means that you will not touch her or insult her in any way. Is that plain enough for you to understand?” “Yes but she was begging for it.” “No she wasn’t.” “But look at her.” “It doesn’t matter what any women does or does not wear; they must be treated with respect. Would you like me to tell you what that word means?” “No.” “Good; now get out.” The man turned and left and I put my arms round Tony and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Tony.” “You’re welcome; and just scream if anything like that happens again.” “I will.” On evening that same week, I stripped and went to the kitchen to wait as usual. It was Bob’s turn and he was late. I lay there waiting and heard both Tony and Sandra leave. I was left on my own. Time passed and I got bored; but for some reason I started getting excited and horny. I couldn’t explain those feeling because I was waiting to get my pussy and tits spanked and my mouth fucked. After about 20 minutes my right hand moved to my pussy and my finger started teasing my clit. By half past five Bob still hadn’t arrived and my frigging was getting serious. Five minutes later I was cumming; and cumming hard. It was only after I started coming down I thought about cameras. I looked round and couldn’t see any; but there again I didn’t know what I was looking. As I got up and got ready to go home I hoped that I hadn’t been caught on video. The next morning while I was stood naked in the office waiting for Tony to arrive; Bob stuck his head round the door and apologised for not being able to get back in time. I told him that I’d missed him and that I’d make it up to him next time that it was his turn. After he’d gone I realised what I’d said. ‘I’d missed him’ could easily be interpreted to mean that I was looking forward to him spanking my bare body and fucking my mouth. ‘I’d make it up to him next time’ could easily mean that he could do more to me next time. What more could he do to me? I felt horrible when I realised that the only other thing that he could do to me was actually fuck me properly. I shuddered at the thought, but felt myself get very wet. My parent came home and I started dressing to go to work. I was actually a bit disappointed because I’d got to like the excitement of driving naked. I’d also got used to walking around the house naked and staying naked all weekend. I wasn’t looking forward to the next weekend and I hoped that I would remember to put some clothes on each time I came out of my room. That Monday night was Bob’s turn to abuse me and when he came into the kitchen and saw me spread eagled waiting for him he reminded me that I’d said that I’d make it up to him for missing a session with me. I immediately regretted what I’d said and said nothing to Bob. He did his usual tit and pussy spanking then told me to swivel round so that I was across the table. I lowered my head and waited for Bob to ram his cock down my throat but Bob stayed put. After a few seconds he said, “Right Claire, I’ve been thinking about what you said and as there’s logically only one next step I have to assume that you want me to fuck you.” I nearly started crying again as Bob went to the side of the table and looked down at my spread pussy. I knew what was coming next and I didn’t know if I wanted it or not. I was so confused. I heard the zip on Bob’s trousers and tensed up. I felt the tip of Bob’s cock touch my pussy and jerked back. Bob pushed then said, “Shit Claire, you’re tight; relax slut.” I relaxed and felt the cock go deep inside me. Boy did that feel good. Bob started going in and out and before long we were both close to cumming. All of a sudden Bob stopped and asked me if I was on the pill. I nodded and he started thrusting again; this time harder than before. I felt my tits wobbling as I grunted in time with Bobs thrusts. Bob stopped and pressed into me real hard. Then I felt something warm inside me. After a few seconds Bob pulled out and came round to the other side of the table. I opened my mouth and sucked Bob’s soft cock. Two minutes later Bob pulled his still soft cock out of my mouth and put it back inside his trousers. “Same again next time.” Bob said as he walked out, leaving me frustrated. Bob asking me if I was on the pill had spoilt the moment for me and I needed release. Not caring if I was on any camera I put my hand to my pussy and gave it the release that it needed. When Duncan came at 5 o’clock the next day he too fucked me. So did Aaron the next day. It was Sandra’s turn the next evening and she really rammed that dildo into me. Afterwards she said, “Well Claire, I hear that the boys are fucking you and that you’re really enjoying it. Tony is quite impressed with the videos and is thinking of branching out into porno videos. Do you fancy being a porno star?” “No, no, please don’t let him do that, I’ll do anything, but please don’t let him sell any videos of me.” I pleaded. “Well, maybe if you were to lick my pussy I might try to persuade him not to.” Sandra said. “Yes, yes, I’ll do anything.” I said. I’d never eaten another girl’s pussy before so I wasn’t sure what I was letting myself in for. Okay, in the privacy of my bedroom I’d stuck 3 fingers in my pussy then licked them just to see what it was like; and it was good, but I didn’t know if every pussy tastes the same. Sandra had me wait until all the others had gone home then took her skirt and knickers off. She climbed onto the table and spread her knees over my face. As she lowered her pussy to my face I was glad to see that she too shaved. I started doing to her what I thought I would like someone to do to me. It seemed to work because she started to moan and get very wet. After a couple of minutes she bent forward and lowered her face to my pussy. Sandra did to me what I was doing to her and before long I started cumming, shortly followed by her. I thought that I was going to suffocate as Sandra collapsed onto me but I managed to turn my head a bit and start breathing again. Sandra was satisfied and she told me to get dressed and we left for home. The next morning while I was stood in Tony’s office waiting for him to arrive I was very nervous. I wanted to plead with him to get him to promise that he wouldn’t sell the videos but I didn’t know how to start. The subject of the videos never came up as Tony said, “I see that both Sandra and the guys have found new ways to punish you. I do hope that you are learning from them.” “Yes Tony I certainly am.” “I’ve told all the guys to be here at 5 o’clock tonight. Now put this on and go and get some work done.” My eyes opened wide for a second. Had Tony just told me that I was going to get gangbanged? I felt a really big gush in my pussy and my nipples throbbed. Tony gave me the 2 small rectangles of material and said, I think that’s everything that you’ll wear today Claire. I looked at him and said, “Sure thing boss.” All that day I was tingling with anticipation and my pussy was dripping. I even gave the snack van man a hug and rubbed my tits in his face. Two of the guys from the unit down the car park told me that they were collecting photos for their company’s calendar and asked me to pose for them. They were over the moon when I said, “Tell you what, if things go as well as I hope tonight I will pose for you.” All 4 installation guys watched me strip naked at 5 o’clock that night. I was so close to cumming as I walked into the kitchen that when I got onto the table and opened my legs Bob said, “Bloody hell, she’s gagging for it.” And I was. It was amazing; my sexiest fantasy was about to come true. “I’m going first.” Bob said. “I’ll have her mouth.” Duncan said. I was totally knackered as I got into my car to go home. When I walked through the door my mum looked at me and asked me if I’d won the lottery. “Something like that mum.” I said as I went up to my room and stripped for a long hot bath. When Tony arrived the next morning he said, “I have to admit that your work has been exemplary since you started getting punished; and the guys are getting their work done quicker. I think that the business needs you to continue being punished the way that you were last night. If things keep improving I think that I may just have to give you a pay rise.” “Does that mean that I have to keep wearing just those 2 rectangles Tony?” “That’s the most that you can wear Claire.”

The Submissive Exhibitionist by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts. They will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 03 School holidays and more new experiences -------------------------------------------------- The summer holidays started with Danica telling me that I had to get some colour into my skin. She told me whenever I was doing nothing in particular at home, and the sun came out, I had to go outside and sunbathe. “I can’t, I haven’t got a bikini.” “You don’t need one, you’ll be sunbathing in the nude. “What! No, what about the neighbours?” “What about them? Most of them on my side will have seen you naked already, and those on your side will have seen me naked, so the problem just doesn’t exist.” “But …..” “But nothing; you are the street’s new nude sunbather.” “And what about the swimming that you mentioned Danica, I can’t go swimming without a bikini.” “No you can’t, and it would be no good lending you one of mine, it would be a bit too big for you.” “But you’re hardly any bigger than me.” “True, but …….. I know, we’ll go into town tomorrow and get a couple, and a new PE skirt for you.” “I haven’t got much money Danica.” “You won’t need much, kid’s clothes are cheap.” “Kid’s clothes?” “Yeah, they’ll do for what I’ve got in mind.” “I’m getting worried Danica.” “Don’t be Lucy, I can guarantee you an amazing summer.” But I was worried. Even more so when we went into a kids clothes shop and Danica picked out a couple of string bikinis for a 5 year old. “You want me to wear these? And why 2?” “Go and try one on then come out here and show me.” As I was putting one on I felt really exposed. My little butt was hanging out and the little triangle at the front only just covered where my pubic hair would grow – if I let it grow. As for the top, well it covered my little tits, but only just. I walked out of the changing room and looked for Danica. She wasn’t close by so I had to go into the main part of the shop to find her. It was so embarrassing having all those parents looking at me. “That’s great Lucy, just what we need.” “I can’t go swimming in this.” “Oh yes you can, and you will.” “Yes Danica.” “Good, now for a skirt.” “I’ve got a PE skirt.” “Not like the one that we’re going to get. I think that I’ve found one, come over here.” “I need to get dressed.” “No you don’t, we’re not leaving the shop so you’ll be okay, come on.” Danica led me over to a corner of the shop where the tiny kids clothes were, where she’d got the bikinis from. “Lucy, we’re looking for a short skirt for a fat little 5 year old.” “What! That means that it’ll only be about 14 or 15 centimetres long.” “That’s right, here, what do you think of this one.” “Blood hell Danica, I cant wear that, I’ll get arrested.” “I might let you wear one of those bikini bottoms under it but you will wear it. No go and get that bikini off and try this skirt on.” I went and took the bikini off and managed to squeeze into the skirt but when I looked in the mirror I could see the bottom of my butt and pussy. I held the edge of the curtain back and looked for Danica. She wasn’t there, neither was anyone else. After waiting for what seemed like hours, Danica hadn’t appeared; neither had anyone else. Feeling that I needed to get this whole experience over as quickly as possible, I covered my little tits and walked over to the entrance to the changing rooms. Sticking my head around the wall I saw Danica and called her over. “Does it fit okay, let me have a look.” I didn’t move. “Come on Lucy, move round that wall.” I slowly stepped out into the open, still covering my tits. “Hmm,” Danica said, “I see what you mean, put your arms up in the air.” “No.” “Yes Lucy.” I looked round and saw no one looking at me so I raised my arms. The skirt stayed where it was; which when I thought about it, it would, it was a skirt not a dress. “I see what you mean Lucy, take it off and I’ll go and get a size bigger.” I turned to go back into the cubicle. “No, here, now Lucy.” I didn’t move. “The longer you take the more chance there is of someone seeing you Lucy.” She was right so I quickly shimmied the skirt down and stepped out of it. I handed it to Danica then I turned and ran back to the cubicle. Two minutes later Danica pulled the curtain back and said, “Here, try this one.” It was bigger, just a bit bigger, it slid up my legs and into place quite easily and as I looked in the mirror I couldn’t see my butt or my pussy. “Can you close the curtain Danica, someone might come in.” “A cute young father if you’re lucky Lucy.” “I don’t want anyone to see me in this skirt Danica.” “Relax Lucy, you’ll have lots of fun wearing that, loads of orgasms.” “What?” “Take it off and put your dress on, we’ve got what we want. We’ll go and pay for then then how about a McDonald's.” “Okay then.” In McDonald's., Danica got me to sit with my legs open. She told me that I had to sit like that whenever I was with her. I tried to protest but it was a waste of time. Thankfully, I didn’t see anyone looking my way. Back at Danica’s house Danica got out a pair of scissors. “What are you doing Danica?” “Getting one of these bikinis ready for you to wear.” “What, how?” “Just hang on a minute Lucy.” I watched as Danica cut all the material out of both bikini top triangles, and all of the bottoms. All that was left was the cords. “I can’t wear that. I’d be virtually naked.” “But you’d still be wearing a bikini, come on Lucy put it on.” We were in Danica’s lounge and there was no one else in the house so I thought that I’d have a laugh. I knew that I’d look stupid, so I took my dress off and put the ‘cords only’ bikini on. Laughing I said that I looked stupid. “No you don’t, you look cute. Come on, lets go and look in a mirror.” Danica led me upstairs and into her bedroom. “There,” she said, “you just look like you’ve got a see-through bikini on. I bet that from a distance no one would be able to tell what it actually is.” I looked at myself, then my butt, then my front again. I saw that my nipples had gone all hard. “Yes, I actually like the look, but I can only ever wear it at home.” I said. “Go down to the bottom of the garden Lucy and I’ll see if I can tell what it actually is.” “No, someone might see me.” “That’s the idea Lucy. Go on, get gone.” I felt very exposed as I opened the back door and went out. I looked around, and seeing no one, I walked down to the bottom of the garden then turned to let Danica see me. She wasn’t in her bedroom window. “Come on Danica, where are you?” I said to myself. After what seemed like an hour waiting for her to appear she finally appeared and looked down at me. She motioned for me to turn around so I did a twirl. When I looked up again she had opened the window and her head was sticking out. “YOU LOOK GREAT LUCY.” she shouted. “I CAN’T TELL THAT YOU’RE JUST ABOUT NAKED.” I blushed and looked all around. I thought that I saw a figure in a window in the house next door but I wasn’t sure. I ran back to Danica’s back door only to find that it was locked. “Danica, Danica; help me, the door is locked.” Danica’s head came out of the window again. “That’s a shame, now what can we do about that? Maybe you’ll have to walk home Lucy?” “Are you crazy, look at me?” “I see a young teenage girl in a bikini.” “Very funny, come on Danica, let me in please.” “I’ll have to find the key first.” “Please hurry Danica.” Five minutes later Danica still hadn’t appeared at the door. “Please Danica; please open the door, I’ll do anything for you but please let me in. Someone will see me.” “Isn’t that what you want Lucy?” “No it isn’t. Please let me in.” “I think that you do.” “No.” “Say that you want to be seen naked Lucy.” “No I won’t.” “Lucy.” “Lucy.” “Okay, okay.” “Say it Lucy.” “Okay. I, I want to be seen naked by men, lots of men.” “And again Lucy.” “I want lots of me to see me naked and playing with my pussy.” I heard nothing from Danica for about 30 seconds then I heard the door open. I turned around and saw Noah. “Oh no, oh fuck.” I tried to cover my pussy and tits then Noah said, “Put your hands down Lucy, you’ve got a bikini on.” “I, I.” I lowered my hands. “So Lucy,” Noah said, “you want lots of men to watch you play with your pussy do you?” “Yes.” I quietly replied. “Well, I guess that you’d better come in and I’ll think about how we can arrange that for you.” Danica appeared and said, “Did you get all that Noah, this beautiful submissive exhibitionist wants to flash her cute little body to loads of men.” “Yes Danica, I did. Lucy, get your sweet little butt down here each morning at 10am for the rest of the week and you’ll find out what I’m going to organise for you.” With that Noah pinched my right nipple then left. “What are they going to do to me Danica?” “I think that it’s more of a question of what are YOU going to do to yourself Lucy. Don’t worry, I’m sure that you’ll enjoy it.” By then time was getting on so I told Danica that I had to go home. “Okay Lucy, but leave the bikini here, I don’t want it to have an accident.” I took the bikini off, went and found and put my dress on and went home, leaving all my purchases at Danica’s house. Tea was ready for daddy when he got home and I ran and jumped up onto him. I hung on to his neck for so long that he had to drop his briefcase and hold me under my bare butt. “What’s all this honey, have you done something naughty?” “No daddy, I just wanted to tell you that I love you.” “Well I love you too Lucy. If you let go of me I’ll go and get changed then we can have tea and you can tell me what you’ve been doing all day.” I hate lying to daddy but I just couldn’t tell him the truth. He’d hate me if I did, so I told him that I’d been at Danica’s all day listening to music and dancing. “You’ll have to dance for me sometime Lucy.” “Yes, I’d like that, but not tonight, I’m a bit tired.” “Okay honey, I’ll do the washing-up, you go and relax on the sofa.” “Will you give me a massage – pleeease?” “Of course Lucy.” Daddy rested his finger on my hole entrance again when he massaged me later that night, and this time he left it there for a few seconds before removing it. It felt soo good that I moaned then quietly said, “That’s nice daddy.” Whilst I lay on the sofa as daddy massaged me I looked out of the front window and saw 2 teenage boys stood with their feet either side of their bikes. Both were looking over to me. It felt soo nice having daddy massage me while being watched. The other thing that crossed my mind was that I wondered what it would be like to stand with a bike crossbar pressing on my pussy. I wondered if rolling the bike back and forwards between my legs would make me cum. I decided that I’d get daddy’s bike out one day that summer and try it. I woke up the next morning on top of my bed again. Daddy must have carried me to bed again. My hand was on my pussy and I wondered if daddy had put his fingers in my pussy after I had gone to sleep on the sofa, or maybe he’d done it after putting me on my bed. I rubbed myself to an orgasm before getting up and going to the window to wave at Danica. I saw one of her neighbours looking my way so I gave him a wave as well. Of course, daddy had left for work so I again ate my breakfast stood in the lounge window. I watched a delivery man deliver a box to the house next door. He saw me and tripped slightly as he stared at me. I smiled at his misfortune then gave him a little wave. I wondered if I’d made his day. I suddenly realised what the time was and I had to rush getting cleaned up and ready to go out. I had to be at Danica’s for 10am and I didn’t want to be late. Instead of a dress that day I decided to put on a tank top, a thin one that my nipples like to stick out in, and a skirt. As the weather was nice I chose a cotton stater skirt that’s quite short and can be a little risky when the wind blows. I hadn’t worn that skirt for ages, and not since I’d decided not to wear knickers any more. Before I put it on I looked outside and couldn’t see any trees getting blown about. I felt quite nervous as Danica let me in and I saw Noah and a couple of his mates. “What were they going to do to me? What were they going to make me do?” I wondered. “Okay Lucy,” Danica said, “I think that we should start by you getting naked. Let the guys see what you’ve got.” I looked at Danica and glared. I knew that I’d have to strip but I hadn’t expected it that quick. I turned to look at Noah, he held up his right hand and turned it palm up as if to say, “Come on then.” Within a minute I was naked in front of Danica, her brother Noah, and 2 teenage boys, about Noah’s age, that I’d never seen before. I squeezed my tiny tits then tweaked my nipples before putting my left hand across my tits and my right hand on my pussy. Danica lightly slapped my thigh and said, “No covering up Lucy.” My hands slid to my sides. “Spread your legs for us Lucy.” Noah said. I did. “Nice.” One of the boys said. “Nice nipples Lucy, I like them hard.” the other boy said. “Turn round.” Noah commanded. I did. “Cute little butt Lucy.” “Bend over.” I knew that Noah meant at the waist, so that’s what I did. “Spread your legs more.” I did. “Are you wet already Lucy?” Noah asked. “Yes.” I quietly answered. They left me stood like that while the boys came over to me and had a good look at my butt and pussy. The Danica said, “Shall we get her to perform on the kitchen table?” “Sounds good to me.” Noah replied and the boys started to move to the kitchen. Danica came over to me and ran a finger up my slit then put her finger at the entrance to my hole. “My, aren’t we all wet this morning Lucy. I see that you didn’t fuck your daddy last night Lucy. If you don’t do it soon I might have to get Noah to take your cherry.” “We’re going to London for a few days next week. I’m hoping that he’ll fuck me then.” I replied. “Good, I’d hate to ruin your little fantasy. Come on, get on the kitchen table and put on a good performance for the guys. I know that one of them has never seen a girl do it before so make it good for him.” “Can you help me please Danica? I’m a bit nervous.” “No, you have to do it all on your own. But tell you what, if you do good I’ll get on the table with you and we can have a good old 69 before I send those 2 home. That’s something for you to look forward to.” I followed Danica to the kitchen and sat back onto the table before sliding my butt back, laying back and bringing my feet up onto the table. With my knees spread quite wide, my spread pussy was there for all the world to see. “Can I video this please?” One of the boys said as he got his phone out. “Yeah, Lucy would like that wouldn’t you Lucy?” Danica said. I watched the boy tap the screen a couple of times then I moved my right hand to my pussy. I was getting good at this masturbation game and I find it so much better when I’m being watched and it took seconds for the nice tingling that was already in my pussy, to turn to the start of a build-up to an orgasm. As I slowly started rubbing my left hand went to my right tit. It didn’t take long because my arousal had been building quite quickly ever since I’d walked in the door. As the orgasm hit me I screamed and my butt lifted up from the table. I froze for a couple of seconds and my breathing stopped. Then I gasped for air, my butt dropped to the table and I started jerking about like I was having some sort of fit. I have no idea how long this went on for then my body stopped moving except for my pussy, I could feel my pussy muscles contracting then relaxing over and over. As my senses came back I realised what my pussy was doing and I wondered if it was visible to the boys. I hoped so. I finally relaxed and just lay there. There was silence for ages before Danica said, “Well boys, is that what you came here to see?” The 2 unknowns nodded their heads and I saw Noah smiling. I looked down to their trousers and saw that there were 3 happy guys in front of me. “Now for your bonus for being so good.” Danica said. I turned my head and watched Danica pull her tank top up and over her head. He perky little tits with rock hard nipples sprung free. She threw her top onto a chair, pulled then tweaked her nipples before unfastening her denim skirt. It fell to the floor revealing that she too hadn’t put any knickers on when she got dressed. I looked back to the guys and was a little disappointed to see that their eyes were not on me. Danica turned to me and told me to slide round lengthways. When I did she climbed up and straddled me with her back to my face. She then waggled her butt at the boys before lowering her pussy to my face. As her pussy got closer and closer I could easily see that she was as wet as I felt that I was. My tongue went out of my mouth as I felt her hair slide down my inner thighs. Two tongues met 2 pussies and 2 girls started getting pleasured as 3 boys watched and at least one video was being recorded. Danica collapsed on top of me just after she’d orgasmed, me having already cum about a minute earlier. I guess that I’m not as good as Danica is at making other girls cum. I need more practice. The boy videoing moved in and zoomed in on Danica’s pussy and my face. I wanted Danica to get off me so that he could zoom in on my pussy but she just lay there for ages before pushing herself up onto her hands and knees and getting off. I didn’t move and just lay there with my legs still spread wide. I looked at the boy with the camera willing him to start recording again and to zoom in on my pussy, but he didn’t. Well he didn’t until Danica said, “One last time for the boys Lucy.” I assumed that she meant for me to make myself cum again so my fingers got busy. As my climax built I got my wish of the video and I spread my legs a little more. That was enough to take me over the edge and my body responded exactly as it had the first time that I orgasmed when I first climbed up on the table. Danica had kicked the boys out by the time that my senses could take in what was going on around me. “Come on Lucy, we’re going to have a shower before we go into town, I want to buy you a present.” “You don’t have to do that Danica, buy something for yourself instead.” “No, no, this will be for you Lucy, and don’t try to guess what it will be, you’ll never work it out.” As we got dressed, Danica put a different skirt on. She chose a stretch tube skirt that was quite short when she first put it on, Then she said, “Lucy, roll the top of your skirt over and over so that your butt and pussy are only just covered.” I turned to Danica and saw that she was doing the same. “Danica, this skirt is short enough and because of the shape and the material it blows up even if someone whistles in front of me.” “Nonsense Lucy roll the top, I’ll tell you when to stop.” “Do I have to, it will be so embarrassing if the wind gets it.” “Lucy.” Realising that I had no choice I started to roll the top. I watched Danica go down on one knee to check how much I should roll the top. When she went down her stretch skirt rode up and I could see her pubis. “That’s enough.” I said, after smoothing my hand down my butt and feeling bare flesh just below my butt.” “One more roll then it will look great Lucy.” I did one more roll then again smoothed my hand down my butt. “Danica, I can feel my bare butt. This is too short.” “No it’s not. You can only feel your butt because the skirt is folding under it.” Not convinced, I smoothed my hand down my stomach. Okay, I didn’t touch my slit but I was so close. “Right,” Danica said, let’s go. And don’t try to guess what your pressy will be.” As Danica stood up her tube skirt stayed up revealing half her bare butt. She ignored it and started walking to the door. “Danica, your skirt.” “Oh. I’ll leave that until I get outside, going down the stairs would just make it go back up there.” I’d never had a skirt like that and had never thought about that problem. I wondered if I should get a stretchy tube skirt. I was lucky going into town, there wasn’t any wind. But Danica wasn’t so lucky, or maybe she was, every time that stepped up onto something, or down from something, her skirt rode up and exposed her. Only about half the times did she pull it back down I was definitely going to get a skirt like that.. Danica was right, I never would have guessed what my pressy was going to be, even when we walked into a Pet Shop. I was a bit shocked when she started looking at dog collars. “What’s that for Danica? You can’t possibly expect me to wear a dog collar.” “Why not, you can get some really nice ones these days and you’ll look cute with one of these round your neck.” “No I can’t wear one, what would daddy say?” “Nothing probably, other than saying that you look cute or something like that.” “Yeah, he probably would, but I’m not a dog.” “Here, turn around while I fasten this one on you.” “No.” I said. But I did turn round, and I did hold my hair up without being asked. Danica decided to buy me the third one that I tried on, a white and pink one, and I must admit that it looked cute, I couldn’t wait to find a mirror to see what I looked like. Then Danica started looking at leashes. “Whoa there Danica; a collar is one thing, but a leash is something completely different. You’ll be expecting me to wear handcuffs next, and that’s just not on, even for BFFs.” “That’s a great idea Lucy, thank you for suggesting it.” “I didn’t suggest it.” “Yes you did, but they won’t sell those here. Let’s get the collar and lease first then we can think about where to find some handcuffs.” Danica did buy me the collar and the leash but after an hour of searching round town we didn’t find anywhere that sold handcuffs. There was a sex toys shop but it wasn’t open and besides, you have to be 18 to go in there. Danica said that she’d get some from eBay. I said not to bother but I just know that one day quite soon I’ll suddenly find my wrists cuffed together. As we were walking around the shops I noticed that the weather was changing. It got cloudy, grey cloudy and I saw the odd tree start swaying. I didn’t think about my skirt at first and it was only when a woman in front of me gasped and said, “Oh, you poor thing.” That was when I realised what had happened. I quickly grabbed my skirt and pulled it down as my face went bright red. “Danica, you could have told me.” “Why, now that you know that loads of people have seen your pussy, aren’t you happy?” “No.” “I bet that you are, do I need to finger test you, out here with all these people around? Lucy, you have heard of the finger test haven’t you?” “No Danica, what is it?” “Come here.” I walked over to Danica and stood in front of her. Before I realised what was happening, her hand came forwards and up my skirt. Then a finger pushed its way into my uncovered pussy lips. “Ouch, what the fuck are you doing Danica?” “The finger test.” Danica pulled her finger out and held it up in front of my face. “And just what did the finger test tell you?” “Well normally it only tells you one thing, but today, on you, it told me 2 things. Firstly I got a surprise when my finger felt your hymen, I didn’t know that you are still a virgin.” “Yes, I am, I thought that I told you.” “Yes you did, but I just thought that you were pretending.” “Well I wasn’t, I would never lie to you Danica.” “Yes, I’m sorry Lucy. The second thing that it told me today, and what I usually learn from doing it, is just how turned-on you are. And today it told me that you are really turned on, your pussy is dripping. You did enjoy all those people seeing your pussy.” “I can’t help it, it just goes like that at times, I can’t stop it.” “So my horny little, submissive exhibitionist, what am I going to do with you?” “I don’t know.” “I suppose losing you cherry is the first thing. You are going to get your father to fuck you whist you’re in London aren’t you?” “My dreams lately have been of daddy fucking me Danica.” “Wow my little SubEx, I wonder how many girls dream of being fucked by their father? Hey, I just called you my SubEx, that can be your nickname. My Submissive Exhibitionist, my SubEx.” “Well SubEx, how are you going to get your daddy to pop your cherry?” “I don’t know.” “Didn’t you say that just him and you are going to London for a few days next week?” “Yes.” “Well you’ve got to make it happen then.” “How?” “Good question.” We both suggested a few ridiculous things then I mentioned that I had told daddy that we only needed to book 1 room and that it was stupid to pay for 2 rooms when everything was so expensive. I hoped that he had done that. When I told Danica she said, “That’s it Lucy, you’ve already planned your entry into womanhood.” “What are you on about Danica? We’re sharing a room, not a bed. And besides, I don’t think that he’d fuck me even if we did share a bed.” “Oh I’m sure that you can find a way to get him to fuck you. You just need a bit of coaching so that you say and do the right things.” Danica led me to McDonald's. again and she got me to flash my pussy to a couple of workmen who were there eating. It was so easy to do it, in fact, in that skirt it was really hard NOT to flash them. I told Danica that she should finger test me again but she just laughed and told me that she just knew that her SubEx was dripping. Danica put the collar on me when we were on the bus going home. Just before we got to our stop she hooked the leash on the collar and led me to her house. I felt all strange; on the one hand I felt really humiliated, but on the other hand I felt so excited. My pussy was dripping. I wondered what it would be like to be led around on my hands and knees like a real dog. I found that out when we got to Danica’s house. She told me to get down on my hands and knees and she led me around the house and back garden like that. With my skirt being so short my butt and pussy were on display all the time. I was happy that the rest of Danica’s family weren’t at home and I hoped that none of her neighbours saw me. Shortly after that I went home to start getting tea ready for daddy. Danica kept the leash at her house but she told me to keep the collar on and to only take it off when I showered. The next day started much the same as the previous one; even at Danica’s, apart from the fact that Noah had 2 different mates there. Both had phones that took videos. When I first saw them I wondered if Noah was selling tickets to my little performances. Danica gave the boys the bonus performance again as well. In the shower afterwards Danica told me that with me wearing the collar I would be easier to identify at school and the boys would know that it was me. When I said that they’d recognise my face Danica said, “I don’t thing that they were looking at your face very much Lucy.” I blushed, then I realised that my face would be on the videos. “Yes but my face will be on videos.” “I wouldn’t worry too much about that, Even when the boys watch the videos their eyes will be glued to you pussy and tits. There’s a few videos of me knocking around school and no one’s come up to me and asked me if I was that girl with the cucumber sticking out of my twat.” “I guess so Danica. Hey, did I tell you that I have to go home soon, the washing machine’s packed up and dad had arranged for a man to come and fix it this afternoon.” “Okay Lucy, but you have to be naked while he’s there.” “Daddy made me promise to put some clothes on.” “Oh, oh I know, you can wear your new bikini, the one that you like being locked outside in.” “Very funny Danica. Okay, I guess that it does count as ‘clothes’ and I’ll still be virtually naked.” “Can I come as well, I bet that your dad didn’t say anything about your friends being naked.” “Of course you can Danica; I should have thought about that before; and no, daddy didn’t say anything about you. Does that mean that you’ll get naked for him?” “Is there any other way to handle delivery men and tradesmen. I bet that you’ve flashed a man that’s come to your house haven’t you?” “Actually, I have. I just forgot that I was naked and opened the door to the postman.” “Just forgot? A likely story, you did it on purpose didn’t you?” “No, I did forget; I could never do something like that on purpose, it could have been a vicar or a policeman at the door.” “And I bet that both of those would appreciate seeing your body.” “Maybe, can we go now?” “I think that you’d better put some clothes on, or do you just want to forget again?” “You’re horrible at times Danica.” “Yeah, but you love me don’t you?” “Yes, I think that I do.” Danica brought my cords only bikini and we were at my house in no time. We both got naked then tried to think about the best way to let the washing machine man see us naked. We were still deciding when the doorbell rang. “OMG, we’re not ready for him.” I said. “Too late now Lucy, you’d better let him in, you don’t want to keep him waiting.” I went to the door, opened it a few centimetres and stuck my head out. It was the washing machine repairman and I just knew that I had to let him in. “Sorry about this.” I said, “I was just about to try a new bikini on and you caught me at the wrong time.” “Not a problem young lady, just point me to the washing machine and I’ll get on with the job; you do whatever you’ve got to do. Oh, hi, I didn’t realise that there were 2 of you.” “Would you like a cup of tea or coffee sir?” I asked. “It’s Bob, not sir, you’re not at school now; and yes please, a tea would be nice, white with one please.” “I think that we can manage that for you between us.” I said, “Danica, can you come and help me please?” I led the way with Bob behind me and Danica behind Bob. I’m sure that I could feel Bob’s eyes burning my butt. “There it is, it just started making horrible noises then stopped. There’s still some of my clothes in it. I hope that you can get them out undamaged. Oh, sorry, this is Danica and I’m Lucy.” “I’m so pleased to meet you Lucy, Danica, it’s so nice to have 2 such charming young ladies needing my help, I usually get the grumpy old men and women. All being well I should be able to retrieve your clothes and your delicate underwear should be undamaged.” “Oh there’s no underwear in there, I never wear any, neither does Danica.” “Lucy,” Danica said, “I don’t think that Bob wants to know that.” “That’s okay Danica, in this job I’ve seen it all. Girls your age with no clothes on are a lot more common than most people would imaging. I went to one house, over the back from here, a couple of years ago and a young girl didn’t stop playing with herself all the time that I was there. Poor girl must have been worn out by the time that I left.” “Honest Bob,” I said, “I was just about to try my new bikini on, I’ll go and get it and you can see me.” I looked over to Danica and saw that she was blushing. It was the first time that I’d seen her blush. I ran out of the kitchen and was back in seconds carrying the chords only bikini. I quickly put it on and turned to face Bob. “There; what do you think Bob?” “Wow, not a lot to it is there?” “These are all the rage this year, lots of girls are wearing them.” “Wow, I need to get out a bit more.” I did a twirl then turned my back to Bob and bent at the waist and looked back through my legs. “They don’t cover much do they Bob?” I asked. “Not a darn thing Lucy, not a darn thing.” Bob turned back to the washing machine and I swear that I could see him adjusting his trousers. Standing back up and turning round I said, “So what’s wrong with it Bob?” “Don’t know yet Lucy, I need to get the back off and do some tests.” Bob pressed a couple of buttons, the machine screeched for a second then Bob turned back and looked me up and down then said, “Have you got one like that as well Danica?” “No, not yet, we thought that we’d just get one and share it for now.” “What, one of you wear the top and the other the bottoms?” “No silly, we’d be either topless or bottomless if we did that, and we wouldn’t want that would we? No. If we both like it we’ll go and get another one, they have some that don’t have much material as well, one that doesn’t have a bit going across here.” I leaned back, spread my knees as wide as I could and pointed to the cord that joined the 2 leg holes between my vagina and my rectum. I wondered if Bob could see how wet my pussy was. “Wow, I’d like to see that.” “Do you want to see me wearing the bikini Bob?” Danica asked. “I thought that you’d never ask Danica.” Danica smiled then reached over to me and pulled on the strings. The bikini fell to the floor and Danica picked it up. She started to put the bottoms on and gave the impression that she was struggling. “Could you help me please Bob.” “Sure thing Danica, come over here.” Danica did so and held each set of strings as Bob tied them. Whenever he accidentally touched her skin she shuddered and moaned. “All done Danica.” Bob said, “Stand back and let me see you.” Danica did, and went through the same poses as I had, except that her legs were wider when she bent over. I swear that I could see right into her hole. “Very nice Danica, very nice. I bet that the other bikini that Lucy described would look just as good, maybe even better than that one.” “Yes, I think that you’re right, I like this one as well but maybe the one with the piece missing here (Danica touched her pussy) would look better. All 3 of us were looking at Danica’s pussy which was still spread open. After a long pause Danica said, “I think that we’d better go and let you get on Bob.” “It’s up to you girls, if you want to stay, stay. If you’ve got other things to do, go and do them.” “Okay Bob, we’ll keep checking to see how you’re getting on and make some more tea for you.” We left Bob to it and went into the lounge. Danica went and stood in front of the big windows then looked at the sofa. “Is this where your dad massages you and plays with your clit Lucy?” “He doesn’t play with my clit, but he does massage me, and on that sofa.” “Wow, you do realise that when you lay on that sofa anyone outside can see you don’t you?” “Yes, I worked that out on the first day.” “What about your dad, doesn’t he realise that everyone outside can see what he’s doing to you?” “I don’t think so, if he does he hasn’t said anything. But he does keep telling me to stay away from the window if I haven’t got any clothes on.” “And I don’t suppose that you do that?” “Nope.” “Good for you girl.” By that time Danica had taken the bikini off and we were both stood in front of the window, totally naked. We could see Bob’s van and the odd person walking passed, none of them looked over to us. After a while I went to see how Bob was getting on. “I think that it’s fixed, but the only way that I can really tell is to run it through a full cycle, and that will take a couple of hours. Do you want to wash this lot again?” “I guess so, it’s been in there for a couple of days so it should be washed again. I’ll get a soap tab for you.” We keep the tabs are in a bottom cupboard and I had to bend over to get one. I heard Bob gasp as I did so. As soon as the cycle started Bob said, “Does it usually bounce about like that? That seems to be more that others like that.” “I haven’t noticed, it’s normally under the worktop.” “Maybe that’s it.” Bob said. “Does it need a weight on it?” Danica asked. “Lucy could sit on it.” “I don’t think that that’s necessary, but it wouldn’t hurt.” Bob replied. “Go on Lucy, jump up there.” I looked at Danica, then at Bob who shrugged his shoulders. So I did. I sat there with my hands holding the front corners and my legs hanging over the front; and it felt nice. “I’ll put the kettle on, this might be a long show.” Danica said. Bob just stared at me as my tiny tits just quivered to the vibrations of the washing machine. “It feels funny.” I said as I giggled. Of course, not only were my tiny tits quivering, my pussy was as well, and I quickly discovered that it felt better if I leaned slightly forward and spread my knees. They were soon as wide as the machine was. I watched as Danica made Bob another cup of tea while he just stood and stared at me. His staring helped the arousal that the machine was forcing into my body. I’d suspected that the vibrations would feel nice when I jumped up on the machine and the suspicions were quickly confirmed. What’s more those vibration were affecting me quicker than I expected. I stared at Bob as he held the cup of tea that Danica had just given him. Not a drop reached his lips. Then I reached the point of no return and the orgasm slowly took control of my body. I got a bit verbal and my body started shaking even more. Then my pussy exploded and I screamed. It was a good job that I was sat down. The spinning part of the cycle started to end and so did my orgasm. I had a couple of after-shocks as the machine drum did a couple of rotations to loosen the clothes then it stopped. After a few seconds silence I laughed and said, “OMG Danica, you need to try that, thank you Bob.” “How do you know that I haven’t already tried it Lucy?” Danica replied. “So was that good Bob?” I asked. “Yes, thank you Lucy, that was a wonderful sight.” Bob replied. “No Bob, I mean was the washing machine, was it a good cycle, is it fixed?” “Oh yes, sorry, the washing machine is fixed, if you get off it I’ll push it back to where it belongs.” I jumped off the machine and turned to look at it, then got a cloth to wipe up the little puddle of my pussy juices off the top. “There you are Bob, all yours.” Bob pushed the machine back under the worktop then told me that he’d email the bill to my dad. As he left, Danica said that she’d better be going at well so she got dressed and left. Daddy asked me if the washing machine was fixed shortly after he got home, then he asked my if It put some clothes on whilst he was here. “Yes daddy, I put a bikini on.” I didn’t tell him what the bikini was like, nor that I only had it on for a few minutes.

A girl goes to work for her Stepbrother by Vanessa Evans Part 02 As we walked down the road Noah said, “I’ve been wanting to go into that shop for a couple of years now, but I never had a suitable girl to take in until you came along Olivia.” “Was that actually a compliment Noah?” “I guess that it was, I would, will be proud to take you anywhere Olivia.” Then Noah spoilt it a bit by adding, “Especially if you are dressed in some of the clothes that we just bought.” Never the less, it was a sort of compliment and I thought that maybe Noah really liked me. “One more stop to get some boring clothes for you then I’ll take you for some lunch.” Noah said as we walked along. “I see you forgot to fasten some buttons again.” “No I didn’t, I don’t want people looking at my pussy.” I replied as I looked down to check. “Oh my gawd, I did forget.” I said as I quickly fastened the bottom buttons. “That’s your fault Noah, if you hadn’t started getting me to walk around without any clothes on I wouldn’t have had this problem.” “You’ve got clothes on Oli.” “One of your shirts, I suppose that you could call that clothes for a girl even if it lets everyone see my nipples and slit.” “Don’t forget that cute, not so little clit of yours, I can’t wait to get it in my mouth when we get back home.” “Oh, you think that you’re going to eat my pussy when we get home do you?” “Yes I do, and then I’m going to fuck you.” “I see, got it all planned have you?” “Come on Oli, admit it, you want me to fuck you don’t you?” “Maybe.” “When a girl says ‘maybe’ she means yes so I’ll look forward to that. Now for some boring skirts and blouses for you, I need you to look all business like when you meet my clients.” “Meet your clients, what does that mean?” “I’ll explain that later, now into this shop and choose some skirts and blouses. Short skirts though, I want everyone to see your beautiful legs.” We went in and yes, they had plenty of short, plain, dark skirts that could be used for business like events, and they had white blouses. “I want to see you in them,” Noah said, “I want to see just a hint of the darker skin of your nipples and areolae and a hint of pokies. Tweak your nipples before you put the blouses on.” “Yes sir.” I joked and went to the changing rooms. Unfortunately for Noah there was nowhere for partners to stand where they could see the changing cubicles so I quickly took the shirt off and put a blouse and skirt on. I remembered to tweak my nipples then went out to Noah. As I stood in front of him he tweaked my nipples then pulled the front of the blouse. “Hmm, you need 2 this size and 2 a size smaller.” “I don’t understand.” “The smaller ones will show your nipple bulges and the bigger ones will allow down blouse views.” “Planning on letting people look down my top are you?” “Yes, it will be a good distraction when we’re talking about money.” “Oh, I see, going to use my body as a bargaining tool are you?” “Of course, and I’ll need you to shorten one of the skirts so that you can flash your pussy at them.” “I’m starting to wonder if it was a bad idea coming down here with you Noah.” “And miss out on your sexual awakening and your discovery that you love letting people see you naked and tell you what to do, I don’t think so Olivia. Get changed and I’ll get what we want off the racks.” As I was getting changed I went through everything that had happened since I’d first got into the car with Noah. It was less that 24 hours ago but so much had happened, and me, I was a different girl. The old me would never have done just about everything that I’d done in less than a day, but I was happy, brain and body. My nipples had been rock hard since I first took my bra off to have that first shower, and as for my pussy, it was now bald and it has been dripping most of the time since I’d taken off that thick top in the car. And how the hell did I end up wearing just a man’s shirt in the middle of a city. Wow, I needed time to get used to my new life. I met Noah outside the changing rooms and we went to the checkout, As we (Noah) was paying he turned to me and said, “Heels, shoes.” It wasn’t until we were outside that Noah explained his words. “We need to get you some heels, high ones so that your butt sways from side to side as you walk and emphasises your cute little butt.” I’d only ever had one pair of 3 inch heels and they did make me walk differently. I wondered what I would look like walking in 4 or 5 inch heels. We went to a shoe shop and I was grateful that it was one of those self-service ones where all the shoes are in their boxes out in the shop, at least I wouldn’t be in real danger of flashing my pussy to some spotty teenage shop assistant. Oops, I shouldn’t say that, if Noah has his way I might have to work in that erotic whatever shop, totally naked. Anyway, we walked around until we found what Noah wanted for me and took 4 boxes to the rows of otterman like seats to try them on. Noah chose an end seat where people were walking passed. I was only when I sat down and my bare butt came into contact with the plastic seat that I realised that there was every chance that the shirt front would open and my bare pubes and stomach would be visible. If only I had fastened those bottom buttons. At first things weren’t too bad, Noah was knelt in front of me helping me try-on the shoes. It may have been less that 24 hours since I got in that car with Noah but I was now almost comfortable with him seeing my pussy so when he sort of eased my feet apart I wasn’t worried about what was on display, not even when he told me to put my hands on the seat behind me and lay back a little. It was when we got to the third pair that the problems started. They were a little tight on my feet even though they were the same size as the others. Noah went off to get me another pair and, without thinking, I stayed as I was, slightly reclined with my knees apart. I was daydreaming trying to decide if I liked where my new life appeared to be heading, or if I should I just tell Noah that he had to stop this getting me naked and flashing people and either send me back home or let me live like a normal girl, when I realised that a middle-aged man had stopped in front of me and was looking down at me. It took a couple of seconds for me to remember that my knees were spread, that all I had on was a man’s shirt, and that the bottom buttons were not fastened. The man was getting a good view of my bare, wet pussy. I instantly sat upright and closed my knees leaving the man to only be able to see some of my bare stomach and maybe hairless pubes. Just as my face started to go red, Noah returned, got on his knees in front of me and spread my knees. Meanwhile the old man must have got embarrassed at being caught perving on me and walked away. “That man was looking at my pussy.” I said to Noah, “Well I hope that he enjoyed the view as much as I do.” Noah replied as he lifted one of my feet and slipped a shoe on before doing the same with the other foot. ”Walkies time again.” Noah said as he backed away. I got up and did the same as I’d done with the previous 2 pairs, slightly wobble a bit as I got used to the high heels, then walked up and down the aisle before standing in front of the mirror and looking at my legs and feet. The previous 2 times I’d just looked at my lower legs and feet, but this time I looked higher up and was shocked to see that not only could I see my bare pubes bit I could also see my clit sticking out of my lips. I stared at it trying to convince myself that it didn’t look bigger than the last time I’d thought about it’s size but I was sure that it was bigger. Maybe it was because it was exposed, not only the air, but people’s eyes. Maybe it was because Noah had been talking about it. Maybe it was because Noah had made me be aroused for all of the day. I’d just had that last thought when I realised that there was a young man beside me wearing a shop branded shirt. “Look good on you.” He said, then continued, “the shoes I mean.” “Oh, err, thank you.” I said as my face went bright red a split second before I closed my legs then turned to go back to Noah. I had a similar problem with the fourth pair of shoes but when Noah went back to get another pair I sat up straight. I should have crossed my legs but I was afraid that the pressure that that would put on my clit would make me cum. When Noah got back he had a look of disappointment on his face. “I couldn’t find another pair the same size.” “Maybe they’ll have some out the back.” I replied. “Good point Oli, let me go and find someone to ask.” Three or 4 minutes later another young man wearing a shop branded shirt was stood in front of me holding 3 boxes of shoes. Speaking to Noah he said, “I’ve brought a size either side of the one that you showed me, shoe sizes can vary from manufacturer to manufacturer, a bit like women’s clothes, or so I’m told. Would you like some help trying them on the lady sir?” “That’s a good Idea, thank you.” I was still in the relining position with Noah standing between my knees blocking the view from anyone walking by, but as Noah had said that he stepped back so that the young man could do what he had offered to do. As the young man knelt down I realised that he was going to have an unobstructed view of my wet pussy. I started to close my knees but Noah said, “It’s okay honey, let the kind young man help you.” I stopped closing my knees and slowly opened them again. Whilst doing that I was thinking, “He called me ‘honey’, why was that? And why am I letting this unknown young man, probably around my age, look at my pussy? And why is it getting wetter, I hope that I’m not leaving a puddle on the seat.” I was in a sort of trance as the young man lifted my feet, put the shoes on me then asked me how they felt. I don’t remember answering him but I must have said words to the effect that I wanted to try another pair on because he did just that, then again with the third pair before I must have told him to put the second pair back on. It was only when I heard Noah almost shouting at me telling me to go for a little walk that I came out of the trance. “What? Oh yes, good idea.” I replied and looked at the young man who was still between my knees looking at my pussy. I sat up triggering the young man to stand up and I saw the bulge in his trousers and the little wet spot near where the top of his cock looked to be. I got to my feet and looked down at the seat then blushed as I saw a little puddle of my juices. “Oh my gawd,” I thought, “what has Noah done to me? I can’t believe that I let that man look at my pussy for so long.” When I got back to Noah and the young man I told them that the shoes were okay and Noah said that we’d take them. “Would madam like to wear them out?” I didn’t realise what he was meaning but Noah did. “No, put them back in the box please. Olivia, sit.” I did, feeling the little puddle of my now not so warm juices on my bare backside. Then I stupidly reclined and opened my knees again before cursing myself but it was too late, the young man was back knelt between my knees. No trance this time but my face was red hot and I became aware that I was getting close to cumming. Fortunately I managed to avoid the embarrassment and humiliation of cumming in public and I was very relieved when the young man finally stood up and I was able to close my knees. As I stood up I pulled the shirt down as far as it would go, and I pulled the 2 sides over my pussy, but stupidly I didn’t fasten the buttons. After Noah had paid and we were outside I looked up at Noah and said, “Why did you do that to me, you know that I don’t like people seeing my pussy.” “Come on Olivia, you know that you enjoyed it, I bet that you nearly creamed your pants.” “What pants, you wouldn’t buy me any.” “That’s because you don’t really want to wear any.” “I do too.” “Oh no you don’t.” “Oh yes I do.” Then we both burst out laughing. “Anyway, I’m now totally convinced that you like walking around with your pussy on display Oli, look at it.” I looked down, and yes, the shirt flaps had opened and yes I could see my bald pubes. The problem that I had then was that both my hands were occupied carrying bags of shoes. “Will you walk in front of me please Noah?” “Why?” “To hide my pussy a bit.” “No, you want people to see your pussy.” “No I don’t.” “Oh yes you do.” “No, we’re not going there again, please Noah.” “We’ll be at the Chinese in a minute, you do like Chinese don’t you?” “Yes.” “Good, and you can let the Chinese waiters feast on the sight of your pussy.” “I’m going to sit upright with a napkin on my lap.” “Spoilsport.” “Haven’t you seen enough of my pussy for one day Noah?” “If I had my head between your legs for 24 hours each day I wouldn’t have seen enough of it.” “Either you really like me or you are some sort of pervert Noah.” “I’ll let you decide which Olivia.” We actually had a nice meal, the lighting wasn’t very strong and I soon forgot my state of dress, in fact my pussy and nipples stopped tingling for probably the first time that day and when we left the restaurant I was feeling quite good, but I was pleased that we had actually walked round in a big circle and we were close to the car park. We loaded the bags and Noah held open my door for me to get in, but before he did he kissed me, a nice long passionate kiss and I didn’t object when he unfastened first the belt then the remaining fastened buttons on the shirt. I thought that I could just sit in the car with the shirt open and enjoy the cooling breeze. What I hadn’t bargained on was Noah pushing the shirt back off my shoulders and it falling to the ground leaving me naked apart from my sandals. I broke the kiss and jumped into the car. “You don’t expect me to stay like this whilst you drive us home do you?” “I do, besides, you can’t do anything about it, I’ve got MY shirt back.” “You’d better not stop at any traffic lights, it’s really easy for pedestrians and other drives to look down on me.” “Then I’d better give then the best possible view.” With that Noah pressed a button and the back of my seat started going back. Within seconds I was almost flat on my back, held in place by the seat belt. “Lay back Olivia, relax and enjoy the exposure.” “Why do you do these things to me Noah?” “Because you like being exposed.” “I don’t have much choice do I?” “But you enjoy it.” I said nothing, but I realised that perhaps Noah was right. The car did stop at 3 sets of traffic lights, once next to a lorry. Each time I didn’t want to see anyone looking down on my naked body so I closed my eyes, and each time Noah described the people who he said had seen me and he kept telling me that they were making signs indicating that they were enjoying the view, but I don’t know if he was joking or not. Back at home the garage door opened when Noah pressed a button on the car dash and soon all the bags were in the kitchen. “Which is it to be Olivia, a swim then making love or making love then a swim?” Noah asked. “Who says that I want to do either?” “That throbbing clit of yours does, I can almost see it throbbing from here.” I looked at Noah for a couple of seconds then walked to him and hugged him. Then I said just 2 words, “Fuck me.” Noah bent down, put his hands under both my butt cheeks and lifted me up so that my face was level with his. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist. We kissed as he carried me out the back where he put me down on the grass and he did fuck me, a nice, long, slow, passionate fuck, like nothing I had experienced before. Both of us having orgasmed we just lay the looking up at the evening sky for ages before Noah said, “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” “So have I, it was wonderful.” “I wanted to wait to make sure that that was what you wanted Olivia.” “I wanted it when you undid my towel by the pool this morning.” “Let’s go to bed and do that again then get some sleep, it’s been a long and eventful day.” “It certainly has.” As Noah was carrying me upstairs I said. “What was it you wanted to talk about Noah?” “All sorts of things, but nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.” We did make love again and we did go to sleep straight afterwards, me cuddling up to Noah with one hand on his cock. ***** It was mid morning when I woke up to the sounds of Noah singing in the shower. I walked right on in and dropped to my knees in front of him. Fifteen minutes later 2 happy and clean people were getting dried. “We really do need to talk Olivia.” Noah said. “Can it wait, I’m hungry again.” “It will have to, I hungry too and I have to do some work today. You can start an all over tan by the pool and get that swim that you didn’t get yesterday.” “You want me to sunbathe naked and swim naked?” “Yes Olivia, I do.” “What if anyone comes here?” “There’s not much chance of that but if someone does come they’ll get the same pleasure out of seeing you naked as I do.” “I suppose that I could wrap a towel around me again.” “Don’t you dare young lady.” As we were eating breakfast, both of us naked, Noah said, “Something for you to think whilst you are sunbathing Olivia, what do you think of the idea of me giving you a job?” “What as?” “My naked housekeeper cum personal assistant cum exhibitionist cum lover.” “Wow, that sounds interesting, was yesterday some sort of trial run for you, making me do all those things whilst naked?” “Sort of.” “So did I pass your test?” “With flying colours Oli.” “Does that mean that you will stop getting me naked everywhere and let me wear sensible clothes and knickers?” “Hell no, where would the fun be in that?” “Hmm, I’d need to see a proper job description, a contract of employment and get a proper salary.” “I can arrange that.” “So who’s going to write these documents?” “We are, together.” “So can I add some conditions?” “Sure, what were you thinking of?” “Well I’m sure that there will be more, but the only one that I can think of at the moment is that my employer must fuck me every day, even on my days off.” “I’ll have to think about that one Olivia.” “Hmm, it’s like that is it?” “Only if you don’t look after your body, I don’t want you getting all fat and ugly.” “I could use your gym, you could teach me how to use the machines in there.” “I can and I will, naked workouts for you my girl. Talking about exercise, I forgot to get you some running gear yesterday. I’ll be taking you jogging. I’ll get you a nice, very short tennis skirt to jog in, one that bounces up as you run and shows everyone that you haven’t got anything on underneath it.” “You want me showing my goodies when I’m out jogging?” “Of course, my personal assistant has to be proud of her body and not ashamed to show it, or what she can do with it.” “What does the ‘or what she can do with it’ part mean?” “Masturbation of course.” “You want me to masturbate in public?” “As I said, my personal assistant has to be proud of her body and not ashamed to show it, or what she can do with it.” “Wow, I don’t know that I could do that.” “What not Oli, you’ve already shown your cute clit to the world.” “That was an accident.” “Are you sure about that? I think that you are already proud of your clit and really wanted people to see it. You damned well should be proud if it, it’s a real beauty and it sucks really well. You certainly didn’t complain when I ate your pussy last night.” “No, thank you Noah, that was amazing, I’ve never cum so hard before.” “And my personal assistant will get a lot of that.” “Stop it Noah or I’ll climb over this table and ride your cock into submission. You know, I never really thought about my clit before yesterday, of course I’ve rubbed it and made myself cum but I never realised how big it was, you don’t see these things when you’re masturbating in bed late at night. “So does my offer sound inviting?” “It does, but there’s just a couple of things that I’m not sure about.” “No time to discuss it further at the moment, get a towel and some sunblock and go and start your all-over tan, and don’t forget to keep your legs wide apart so that the insides of your thighs get brown.” “Yes boss.” “Not yet my love.” I cleaned up in the kitchen then I did what Noah had told me to while he went to his study to do some work. After about an hour of tanning I decided to have a dip in Noah’s pool. Wow, swimming in the nude is a whole new ball park for me. The sensations of the water rushing passed my nipples and pussy are just out of this world. I thought that I was going to cum just swimming around. I didn’t, but I couldn’t resist playing with my pussy when I got back to the sun lounger. I made myself cum twice before I had to have a rest. The second time I tried to imagine people watching me and I have to say that the thoughts did make me cum quicker, and the orgasm was more intense than the first time, maybe Noah was right, that I am an exhibitionist. Anyway, after another tanning session I thought that it would be a good idea to phone my mum to let her know that I was settling in nicely and that I’d had my first job offer. Mum was so thrilled for me and asked me what the job was. All I told her was that it was a personal assistant to a businessman and that I should find out if I got it in the next couple of days. I could have told her that it was for Noah but I didn’t want to risk more questions. I also didn’t tell her what some of the job description requirements were. Mum also asked me how Noah and I were getting on and if we’d had any disagreements and if I needed to find a place of my own. I didn’t tell her that there was every chance that we would become lovers and that we’d already fucked. I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, Noah being my stepbrother. I told her about Noah’s house and his sports car and mum asked me if I’d need to learn to drive and get a car. I told her that transport wouldn’t be a problem. At that point Noah appeared and sat on the edge of the sun lounger. I was trying to talk to my mum as Noah played with my clit. I managed to tell mum that I had to go just before Noah brought me to an orgasm. “You did that on purpose didn’t you Noah?” “Yes I did. All part of your getting used to being naked all the time.” “That’s assuming that I accept your job offer.” “You will.” “You’re not planning on putting something in the contract that says that I have to masturbate and orgasm in public are you?” “Probably.” “Oh my gawd Noah, what are you trying to turn me into?” “A beautiful, sexy, scantily clad, efficient personal assistant who is good in bed.” “Oh, so you’d let me wear clothes while I’m working.” “I didn’t say that, but there will be times when you have to come with me to visit clients or go to exhibitions and I’d let you wear maybe a dress or a skirt and top.” “No knickers then?” “Not ones that cover your pussy.” “Okay. So was it coincidence that you appeared out here when you did?” “No, I’ve been watching you all the time.” “You saw me masturbate then?” “Oh yes, and an amazingly beautiful sight it was.” “Thank you Noah, I think. So have you finished work for the day then?” “Unfortunately not, another hour or so.” “Then you’ll come and fuck me?” “Try and stop me.” As I lay there enjoying the sun and waiting for Noah to come and fuck me I wondered if I was turning into a sex maniac, but could I really masturbate with lots of people watching me? I didn’t think so, but there again, 48 hours ago I could never in this world have imagined me doing what I had done since I got there. I wondered if I needed to go and see a shrink. Noah finally came back outside and told me that he’d finished for the day. I got up off the sun lounger and got down on my hands and knees with my head nearly touching the grass. As I waggled my butt at him I said just 2 words, “Fuck me.” Thirty minutes later we were again sprawled out on the grass in post coital bliss. “We have things to do and to talk about Oli, how do you fancy a pizza?” “That sounds good to me Noah.” Noah ordered the pizza whilst I went up to the shower and was joined a few minutes later by Noah who got my pussy all wet again. Once dry we went downstairs with one of Noah’s laptops ready to do some work. The first thing that we did was order a sewing machine, Noah insisting that we get an all singing and dancing one. We also ordered cotton and other things that I’d need. Next Noah ordered a Laser Hair Removal Tool and I managed to get him to agree to me using it on his pubic area, He agreed when I said that it was unfair that I had to have bald pubes and he didn’t. Also I told him that I’d got one of his pubic hairs stuck in my throat the last time that I gave him a blowjob. Noah also ordered some more clothes for me, including, and surprisingly, a leotard, although it is made of a very fine mesh and is very see-through. Then we started on the PA’s job description. Noah wanted all sorts of things in it but the more interesting things were:- The PA will be naked at all times that she is on company property. The PA will open the door to every caller as directed by the CEO. When the PA is off company property she will wear only what is designated by the CEO and said clothing whenever the CEO directs her to. The PA will wear any sexual stimulation device that the CEO directs her to and will allow anyone to controls said devices who the CEO permits. The PA will sexually stimulate the CEO whenever and where ever the CEO directs her to. The PA will sexually stimulate herself whenever and where ever the CEO directs her to. The PA will allow the CEO, or any other person named by the CEO, to sexually stimulate her in any way that the CEO wishes, whenever and where ever the CEO directs her to. The PA will make every effort to reverse the habit of crossing her legs every time that she sits and will get into the habit of manspreading. The PA will allow anyone permitted by the CEO to photograph or video her as they wish. The PA will take part in any physical exercise that the CEO deems appropriate. The PA will entertain any guest on company property as directed by the CEO. The PA will carry out any off site work as directed by the CEO. The PA will submit to any physical punishments that the CEO deems appropriate. The PA will work all hours that the CEO requests. The PA will accompany the CEO on all trips that he request her attendance. The PA will have 2 days a week off. These to be specified by the CEO and may not be that same 2 days each week. The PA will carry out all household tasks as specified by the CEO. The PA will agree to any body modifications that the CEO deems appropriate. The PA will agree to the addition of any further items to this list of duties. We were about half way through compiling and agreeing these items on the job description when the doorbell rang. “That will be the pizzas Oli, go and get them off the delivery guy, they’re already paid for.” “But I’m naked, he will see me.” “I believe that we’ve just covered events like this, off you go, it will be good practice for you.” Noah was right I had just agreed to answer the door naked. I got to my feet and nervously walked to the door, realising that my pussy was tingling and getting wet. I wondered if Noah knew me better than I did. The delivery guy’s face was a picture and I wasn’t sure which of us was more nervous, but that didn’t stop him looking at me or me getting very aroused. I bet that he wished that he had to collect the cash and be able to stare at me for longer. When I carried the pizza boxes over to Noah he asked me if I’d enjoyed answering the door and being seen by the pizza boy. “Well I was very nervous and a little embarrassed. My pussy got all wet so does that answer your question?” “Yes Olivia, it does, you did enjoy the experience. We might just get takeaway every evening.” I wasn’t sure that I was happy about that but I guessed that my brain would get to like it as much as my body obviously did. As we were eating the pizza Noah had to remind me to uncross my legs and to sit with my knees open. He also said that if I forgot too often he’d invoke the part of the agreement where he can punish me. When I asked what the punishment might me he said spanking. Well I’d never been spanked before and I wondered how painful it would be. When I told Noah that he told me that some girls actually have an orgasm whilst being spanked. He also said that it would hurt him to have to spank me but that some girls need to be spanked occasionally just to keep them inline and remind them who the boss is. I asked Noah if he could spank me one time soon just so that I would know what I had to avoid. After I had agreed to the last 2 on the above list I said, “Noah, I have just agreed to basically be your slave and to let you do whatever you wish to my body, is it worth us discussing this any further? I’ll just sign the document giving my body and soul to you, although I’d rather think of it not as being your slave more as a job with benefits.” “I prefer to think of you not only as my employee with a lot more than benefits Olivia, but also as my submissive lover.” “Are you saying that you love me Noah?” “I think that it’s probably a bit soon to say that I love you Oli, but things are certainly going in that direction.” “Well you may be pleased to hear that I feel the same, I have never met a man anything like you and I have to say that I am liking what I see and have experienced so far, although you do push my limits.” “Are you admitting that you are a submissive exhibitionist then Olivia?” “I really am starting to think that I am, and that I’m liking it.” “Don’t worry lover, I may, no, I will stretch your limits but I would never make you do anything that I believe that you don’t really want to do.” Noah gave me a long, passionate kiss whilst fondling my tits then my pussy making me even wetter than I already was. Noah did a little bit more work on the document then printed it. As I signed it I said, “Noah, I’m just signing my life over to you, I do hope that I am not making a mistake and that you will not make me regret it.” “No Olivia, I will love and cherish every second of our time together. You are everything that I always wanted. No man could want more.” “Some men only want girls with big tits.” “Well it’s a good job that I don’t like big tits, I feel sorry for women who need a bra for support.” Noah replied as he tweaked one of my nipples. “Now my new employee, come to bed, it’s been another long day and I need to fuck you then get some sleep.” “As your new employee, your wish is my command sir, may I start by giving your a blowjob?” “Only if it’s with us in the 69 position.” After about an hour of passion we both fell asleep whilst in post coital bliss. ***** I woke early feeling very happy and wide awake. I looked down and Noah’s naked body complete with morning woody and wanted to climb on him and ride him until he woke, but instead I got up and went and put the kettle on. Five minutes later there were 2 mugs of coffee on the bedside table and one morning woody still pointing to the ceiling belonging to the still sleeping Noah, so I gently climbed on and rode it until the owner woke up. “Morning boss,” I said when Noah’s eyes opened, “or should I call you Master if I am now your slave.” “You are not my slave and I am not your master Olivia, I’d prefer it if you just called me Noah, or occasionally Boss. Now keep up that rhyme.” Five minutes later we were in the shower soaping each other and teasing each others genitals, but not to more orgasms. As we were getting dried Noah told me that I was to spend some time with him in his study learning things about his business and what some of my PA’s duties, the ones that your average PA does. We talked about that some more over breakfast then Noah went and got dressed whilst I cleaned up. I met him in his study and we got on with my education and my duties. When we got to his calendar I discovered that he had to go to London on the Friday for a meeting and on the Saturday evening he was to attend the Summer Ball of the local Round Table at a nightclub in the city. “Do you have to dress as knights of the round table, swords and helmets and ride in on a horse?” I asked. “No Olivia, but there may be serving wenches there.” “Lucky you.” “Lucky you as well Oli, the invite says Plus One and you are the lucky Plus One.” “I can’t be, I haven’t go anything to wear?” “Yes you have, there’s those 2 long dresses that I got you.” “Aren’t they too sexy for a formal do like that?” “Absolutely not. With you on my arm I will be the envy of all the men there.” “You say the nicest things Noah, but I haven’t properly tried those dresses on yet, and what if they need shortening or something?” “Your sewing machine should be here tomorrow, if it hasn’t arrived in time you’ll have to do whatever by hand. Let’s wait and see. If you can’t get it sorted before the ball you’ll have to go in one of your other new dresses.” “When can I try them on Boss?” “Right now Oli, go and get them, and a pair of your new shoes. And whilst you are at it bring all your new clothes and try them on.” “Okay boss.” I went and got them and went back to the study. Noah was working away on his computer as I stood almost behind him and put on the first of the long dresses. “What do you think Noah?” I asked. It was the long dress that is backless with the halter part only big enough to cover my areolae and a little bit more. “Nice Oli, give us a twirl.” I did, the skirt part revealing that I was naked under the dress. “I like how your nipples make those tents Oli, put a pair of heels on and do that again.” I did, and the skirt part lifted even more. “It needs to be a few centimetres shorter.” I said. “Okay, try the other long dress.” I changed as Noah did a bit more on his computer. “Ready.” I said. This dress has an extra split at the front middle, right up to my pussy and when Noah told me to sit on the chair behind him the split appeared to be right up to my waist. The material of this is also very thin and also slightly see-through. When I held a panel of it up to the bright sunlight it was like I had sunglasses on. “Hmm, decision time.” Noah said, “I think that you’ll wear the second one.” “Okay, do you want me to try on the other clothes Noah?” “Yes Oli, the light in that shop wasn’t as bright as the sunlight coming through the window so we’ll see just how see-through they all are.” “Well the knickers can’t get any more see-through, there’s no material in them.” “Still put them on and model them for me.” As Noah was saying that I noticed that he turned his monitor, with his webcam on the top, a little to face where I would be modelling the clothes. “Are you going to video me changing Noah?” “Do you have a problem with that?” “No, I signed the contract that has a clause in it saying that I agree to being photographed and videoed.” “You did indeed Oli.” Over the next 15 minutes or so I tried on each item and walked a little and twirled in them. When I had a skirt or dress on Noah told me how much he wanted them shortened by and after the last one I just knew that there was every chance that people would be seeing my butt and pussy when I was wearing any one of them. That was even more so when I modelled the knickers and bra that he had bought me. The ones intended as a bikini have material that is so thin that you can see literally everything, and the knickers with their total lack of material frame my pussy and attract your attention to it complete with my protruding clit. Back to being totally naked I stood beside Noah and asked him if he was happy with his purchases. Noah’s response was to click on a minimised window on his computer. The Zoom window that popped up showed 3 men all staring at their monitors. “You didn’t did you Noah?” “I did, meet James, Harry and John.” All 3 said hello and I said hello back. “Did they see everything?” I asked. “Yes we did.” Harry replied, “and we are all looking forward to meeting you in the flesh.” “Err yes, me too.” I replied. “Guys,” Noah said, “Olivia is my new PA, a PA with benefits. I’ll bring her with me the next time that I need to be there, but sorry guys, she’ll be wearing some clothes. You could come here instead and I promise that she’ll be dressed as she is right now.” “Send us your address Noah.” John said. “Okay guys, I think that we covered everything that I wanted to talk about, do you have anything else?” “Only to ask you if I can keep the video recording of the best part of this call” James asked. “That’s very polite of you to ask James, yes you can, and I’m sure that Olivia won’t mind if you share it with others.” “Thanks Noah.” James replied then all 3 terminated the call. “You could have warned me Noah.” “Why, what would you have done differently? Play with yourself?” “I would have if you had told me to.” “Okay Oli, put those clothes away then you’re free to do whatever you like for a couple of hours. Sunbathe, explore the garden or the woods at the back. Go for a walk down the road if you like, but no clothes on this property or the woods” “You think that I’d go out onto the public road naked?” “You will do sometime.” “Will I now?” “The woods are very tranquil at this time of the year and the path that you’ll see is circular.” “Do you own the woods?” “No but you very rarely see anyone on the path, especially mid week, you’ll be okay without clothes.” “Well see.” I put the clothes away then went out into the back garden. It was another glorious day and I was feeling a bit restless so I did wander around the garden. First the back one, then I felt a bit brave, or stupid, and went round to the front of the house. Noah was right, I couldn’t see another house anywhere. Noah’s front garden was a bit boring, and still feeling a bit brave I went to the font of the drive and looked down the road. Everything was deadly quiet so, with my heart starting to race a bit, I started walking. I’d got about 50 metres when I thought I heard a car so I turned and ran back. I’d just got back onto the drive when a little red van pulled up outside the gate. I wanted to run and hide but at the same time I knew that I had to receive deliveries for Noah. With my heat pounding I just stood there with my hands at my sides waiting for the postman to appear. And appear he did, I didn’t see him until he got to the back of his van which is when he saw me. “Hello there young lady, it’s a nice day out.” He said as he opened the back door of his van. I could see him looking at me between the van and the open door as he took his time getting the package for Noah. Finally he backed out, shut the van door and started walking towards me. “I didn’t know Noah had someone living here with him.” The postman said. “Yes, I’m Olivia and I’ve only been here a few days, I’m Noah’s step, err personal assistant.” “Well Noah is a very lucky man to have found a personal assistant like you, I’m sure that you’ll make him very happy.” “Thank you, I’ll do my best. Just the one package, I was hoping for more.” “Not today I’m afraid, maybe tomorrow. Will you be outside waiting for me?” “I may be round the back sunbathing, if I don’t answer the bell come on round, I’m sure that Noah won’t mind.” “He won’t, he’s asked he to leave things in the shed if he’s not here.” “Okay, thank you.” “My pleasure, and you have a nice day and let’s hope that tomorrow is just as good. Bye.” I stood and watched him get into his van and drive off thinking, “Jeez, that was nerve racking, but I guess that I’m going to have to get used to it. At least I wasn’t on a sun lounger bringing myself off. Now that would have been embarrassing.” I took the parcel inside then went back out. Not wanting to brave the road again, I went to the bottom of the back garden and through the gate into the woods. “Shall I, or shall I not.” I thought. Then, “Well Noah obviously wants me to, but I’m on my own, what if I meet someone? But I met the postman like this a few minutes ago. Tell you what, I’ll only go a short way then come back.” My internal decision making over I started walking. It wasn’t long before I could see nothing but trees and all I could hear was the birds. “Wow,” I thought, this is like going back to nature, absolutely nothing man made for as far as I can see and hear. So peaceful, so natural. I could get used to this.” I kept walking, enjoying the peace and tranquillity and after possibly 10 minutes I heard something that wasn’t natural. “Damn, that sounds like people.” I thought. After a couple of seconds of panic and wondering what I should do I turned and ran, all the way back to Noah’s garden. I was hot and sweaty from the run and the air temperature so I jumped into the swimming pool and relaxed, almost instantly getting the feeling of the water on my bare pussy. When I got my breath back I started swimming. After a few lengths I got out and went to one of the sun loungers. I’d just got totally relaxed when I heard a noise that sounded like someone walking and dragging something. “Not again.” I thought as I got up and ran inside the house. From in the kitchen I watched as a man in his late twenties put some garden tools down on the grass and started walking over to the pool. I ran up the stairs to the study. “Noah, there’s a man in the back garden.” Noah looked out of the window and laughed. “Relax Oli, that’s Ben, my gardener cum pool man. Come on I’ll introduce you, he’ll probably be seeing quite a lot of you. He’s harmless.” “If he sees me like this there isn’t much more of me to see.” I replied as Noah took me down the stairs. Noah stopped, turned, put his hand on my pussy and bent a finger inside me. “He’ll be seeing this as well when you spread your legs on the sun lounger and start masturbating while he’s watching.” “You want me to …. I don’t know about that.” “You signed the contract Olivia.” “I think that my mind was clouded by my arousal when I signed that.” “Well you did sign it, besides, you know that you want Ben to see you rubbing one out for him.” “Oh I do do I?” “Think about it Oli, you do.” “Noah, I have a confession to make.” “And what would that be Olivia?” “Well, a bit before Ben arrived I did what you suggested and went for a walk in the woods.” “I trust that you aren’t going to tell me that you put some clothes on first?” “No, I wouldn’t do that, it’s just that when I was walking along the path I heard someone walking towards me and I turned and ran back here.” “Hmm, that was a bit naughty, should I spank you for that?” “If you wish Master.” “I’ll let it slide this time. Olivia, I’ve told you before, when you’re in public dressed like you are you must never try to hide any parts of your body, walk proud. If it helps, imagine that you are fully clothed. If people see you waking like you are doing nothing wrong, say ‘good morning’ or whatever, act normally and there’s every chance that they will accept your nudity. Of course there’s always the remote chance that it will be a sanctimonious prude who wants to force their archaic views on everyone, but hold your ground, brave it out, look them up and down with a ‘who the hell do you think you are’ look on your face, but don’t tell them what you think of them, that will get their backs up. Ignore any comments that they make and walk proudly on.” “Yes Master.” Noah pulled me to him and gave me a passionate kiss the said, “You can do it Oli, I know that you can.”

The Runaway Girl by Vanessa Evans Part 02 Tom woke the next morning to the feeling of Ingrid bouncing up and down on his morning woody. “Good morning Tom, you did say that you’d like to wake up this way.” “I certainly did Ingrid. You know that there are other ways for a man to be nicely woken up?” “You mean blowjobs, yes I know but I’m not very good at those, I never got much of a chance to learn, will you teach me please Tom?” “It will be my pleasure Ingrid, in more ways than one.” Ingrid didn’t take the T-shirt or wrap a towel round her when she went to the shower block and Tom watch as she walked past people without them reacting badly, and after Tom had been to the bathroom and they had had some breakfast Ingrid reminded Tom about the walk that he promised. Tom packed everything away and got ready to leave the site then he took Ingrid’s hand and led her out and down the path. They walked for a good twenty minutes with Ingrid only getting a couple of stares. Tom wondered if it was because she looked like a youngish kid or if people just didn’t care. That walk gave Tom some confidence to let her wander around naked at other places. “Where are we going next Tom?” Ingrid asked as they drove out of the gate. “Well, I had intended to bypass all big cities but you coming along has made me have to change my plans so we are going into Lisbon, to the first big shopping centre that we can find.” “So I’ll have to wear one of your T-shirts then?” “You certainly will, but it can be a short one, just so long as I can’t see you pussy or half your butt as we walk.” Tom did a bit of internet searching on his laptop then keyed a destination into the satnav and they left the campsite with Ingrid again sitting in the front passenger seat totally naked except for the seatbelt that Tom insisted that she wear. As they got closer and closer to Lisbon there were more and more vehicles on the road. The beeping of a few horns gave Tom the impression that some people were seeing Ingrid’s bare tits, and her feet because she kept putting her feet up on the dash. Tom wasn’t worried about that, they may have been a bit dirty but she wouldn’t scratch anything. There was queues to get into the car park at the shopping centre and Tom was sure that people were seeing that Ingrid was at least topless but he was getting used to that and Ingrid definitely was unconcerned by it. Once parked at the back of the car park Tom told Ingrid to go and put on a T-shirt. She actually chose a polo shirt and Tom told her that she looked good in it, even though it barley covered her butt and pussy. In they walked, Ingrid linking her arm in his and him wondering if her doing that caused the shirt to rise up and reveal something that shouldn’t be on display. It was a big shopping centre and Tom hoped that they could get everything that they wanted there. He was pleased when they came across a shoe shop quite quickly. Inside, Tom told Ingrid to choose three pairs of sandals and off she went. He kept seeing her bend over to look at sandals on the lower shelves and Tom was sure that at least one man had seen her bare butt. Ingrid wasn’t sure what size she wanted so Tom went with her to where she had seen each of the pairs and they had a guess at her size before taking boxes of that size and the size either side over to the seats that were for trying shoes on. At first Ingrid bent over on the seat to put the sandals on but Tom saw that that meant that her shirt was half way up her back leaving the people walking by under no illusion that she wasn’t wearing any knickers, so Tom tried a different approach, he knelt down in front of Ingrid and put the sandals on for her. Fortunately, or not, Ingrid was in a playful mood and she kept leaning back and spreading her knees so that Tom got an eyeful of her pussy that was all set and shiny. “The little minx is all aroused.” Tom thought as he fought to concentrate on the sandals. It took a while but they finally settled on the three pairs that they wanted to buy and they headed to the checkout. As they queued Tom said, “You young lady are a big cock tease and cock teasers often get spanked.” “I’ve told you Tom, you can spank me whenever you want.” Tom knew that he was beaten but he wasn’t upset by it, on the contrary, he was turned-on and was trying to imagine Ingrid over his lap and him turning her cute little butt red. Once paid they went out of the shop and to one of the many seats spread around the place. “Which pair?” Tom asked. “I’ll let you choose daddy.” “Tom smiled and gave Ingrid that ‘you naughty girl’ look. Ingrid smiled then gave no one in particular a quick flash of her pussy by opening her knees quite wide for a couple of seconds then closing them. Tom shook his head sideways and smiled. “Do you want me to put them on you as well you naughty little girl?” “Yes please daddy.” He did, Ingrid leaning back on the seat and spreading her knees a lot more than was necessary. Still smiling Tom got on his knees and put the sandals on Ingrid’s feet. He was sure that any of the numerous people who were walking by would be able to see her pussy but he was also sure that the vast majority of those people wouldn’t even look towards them. When he was finished Tom thought that he’d give Ingrid something to think about so just before he got to his feet he reached forward and gently pinched the clit that always seems to me sticking out between her lips. “Ouch.” Ingrid said as she closed her knees.” “You tease me, I tease you.” Tom said as he rose to his feet. “Okay, got me, but I’m not going to stop teasing you Tom.” “Then I’m not going to stop pinching your clit or your nipples if I can get to them.” “I think that our partnership is going to be very interesting.” Ingrid replied getting to her feet and moving them around to get used to the new sandals which made her a few centimetres taller, but her head was still at Tom’s shoulder height. “Come on trouble, let’s go and find you some proper clothes.” Ingrid linked arms and they started walking, again Tom wondering just how much of her butt was on display. They found a fashion shop that looked as though it may well have something suitable and went in. Ingrid immediately went over to the racks of tops and when Tom caught up with her he said, “Those are tops Ingrid, we want dresses.” Ingrid pulled one garment off the rack, held it up in front of her and said, “Look this is long enough for me, I won’t wear anything that comes down to my knees.” Tom knew that it would take a battle to get her into a knee length dress and he didn’t want that, in fact he would be quite happy for Ingrid to wear short dresses, even ultra short dresses, just so long as no one could see her pussy and butt when she was just stood there. “Okay, find a few that you like and then try them on.” Ingrid did select half a dozen tops and then asked where the changing rooms where. “No idea.” Tom replied then looked around. All he saw was a couple of curtained cubicles at the side of the store. “Not a lot of privacy here is there?” he thought and led Ingrid over to them. Ingrid went in one and partially closed the curtain. Tom stood outside and went to close the curtain properly but by the time he did that he saw that Ingrid was already totally naked. He watched her for a couple of seconds and again thought that her body was amazing. When the curtain opened Tom saw a vision of beauty. If the top had a belt it would look like a short dress, and it wasn’t too short. Ingrid leant forward and said, “Can you see my tits?” “Yes.” She turned and bent over again and asked, “Can you see my butt?” “Yes.” She stood up straight and asked the last question again. “No.” “Then this one will do.” And she turned and went back into the cubicle and again only half closed the curtain. Tom moved in and closed it properly. That sequence of events was repeated for all six tops that Ingrid had selected but after the third one Tom gave up on closing the curtain properly and just watched to see if anyone looked in and saw her naked. After the sixth top was shown to Tom Ingrid asked him which ones to get. “No Ingrid, it’s your choice, pick the three that YOU like the most.” Ingrid looked through all of them and selected three. Tom wasn’t surprised that she picked the three made of the thinnest fabric. Tom had remembered them on her and on each of the three he could see where the skin of her areola is a few shades darker. He was also sure that if she’d had a dark bush he would have been able to see that as well. Happy with the three ‘dresses’ they went looking for accessories. Ingrid is a ‘basics’ girl but she chose a couple of belts and some little stud earrings. Whilst looking at those she asked if she could get her nipples pierced. “Certainly not, well not today, let me think about that one.” Tom replied. Ingrid led the way to the sales counter and something caught Tom’s eye half way there. It was a display of one particular type of top and there was a mannequin wearing one. It was made of sparkly mesh, it had a polo neck and very large arm holes leaving the shoulders and half the way down to the mannequin’s waist uncovered. The front was narrow, only just covering the mannequin’s nipples and the whole thing went just to the waist. On an impulse, Tom thought that Ingrid would look good in one of those once he’d managed to get her to wear a skirt. He picked up one of the packets and added it to the three tops then quickly caught up with Ingrid. Tom paid the cashier and they went out to the main walkway. “Toilets now, so that you can change into one of your dresses and look more like the beautiful girl that you are Ingrid.” “Hold this please?” Ingrid said passing Tom the bag that the dresses were in. Then Tom got one hell of a shock, Ingrid got one of the dresses out, put it over Toms arm then pulled the polo shirt up and off leaving her naked in the walkway. Swapping the shirt with the dress she put the dress on then straightened it out. Finally she got a belt out of the bag and fastened it loosely round her hips. Tom was watching all this but he was so surprised that he didn’t say anything until it was all over, “Bloody hell Ingrid, are you trying to get us arrested.” “I don’t see any policemen, come on, where to now.?” “You keep on surprising me Ingrid, come on before the cops come looking for us. I need a drink.” They walked to a cafe and took a seat at a table. Soon they had drinks and food and Ingrid was still eating like there was no tomorrow. When Ingrid was finished she lay back in her chair and rubbed her stomach. “That was nice Tom, thank you.” Tom was sat upright finishing his food and he could see what Ingrid was doing, in fact he could see her stomach right down to her slit and clit. “Hair.” Tom said. “I shaved it off, you said that you liked my new look Tom.” “I do, you have a very nice pussy Ingrid but I didn’t mean that hair, your head hair.” “Ah yes. Can we get it cut please?” “Yes, we’ll go and have a look for a hairdresser now, do you now what style you want?” “No, I just want it a bit shorter.” After walking for a while they found a hairdressers and went in. There was the usual language barrier but they had lots of photographs for Ingrid to browse through and after a few minutes Tom saw her pointing to a blonde girl with her hair looking very much like Ingrid’s already was but a bit shorter and a lot tidier. Thirty minutes later they were walking out, both happy with Ingrid’s relatively new look. “Now we need some knickers and a couple of bikinis for you Ingrid.” Tom said as they walked. “No, I’m not going to wear knickers and I don’t want to wear a bikini, can’t we do what we did at FKK one year, paint a bikini on me?” “I’m going to have a problem getting you street and beach legal at times aren’t I?” “If it means me wearing a bikini, yes you are Tom.” “Body paint you say?” “Yes, it was waterproof because I went swimming with it on.” “I guess that that could work but I don’t know what we’d do about your clit, what did you do at the FKK do?” “Nothing it is what it is.” “I guess that it didn’t really matter at your FKK did it.” “No it didn’t.” “I always fancied myself a bit of an artist. Okay, let’s try and find somewhere that sells body paint.” Tom added. When they got back to the motorhome Tom got his laptop out of the lock-box and was soon on the internet searching for body paint suppliers in Lisbon and he was amazed when he found three places that sold it. As they were driving to the nearest one Tom told Ingrid that he was always, he thought, good at art at school and that painting basic clothes on her would re-kindle the peaceful times that he had when he was painting. “So can you paint a portrait of me please.” “Sorry honey, I was never that good.” Ingrid was disappointed but not that disappointed because Tom was confident that he could paint a bikini or shorts and a top on her and that would mean that she could go almost anywhere wearing just the paint. Again there were language problems in the shop but the app on Tom’s phone came to the rescue and they left with quite a stock of waterproof paints, brushes, stencils and some special paint removing soap, the sales girl using Tom’s phone to tell him that the special soap would not damage Ingrid’s skin. Tom smiled when he realised that the sales girl had correctly assumed that he was going to paint Ingrid and he wondered if she guessed what he was going to paint on her. As they left Ingrid said something that made Tom think that she was convinced that she’d be able to wear just paint wherever they went where clothes would be expected. After stopping at a supermarket to get a lot of toiletries for Ingrid and some fresh food they set off driving again, continuing into the night before stopping at a rest area where Ingrid proved that she wasn’t just a pretty face by cooking a very pleasant meal for the two of them, Ingrid saying that she had to learn to cook because her parents were too lazy to cook. They ended the day with Tom showing Ingrid how good he was at eating her pussy. ***** Ingrid returned the compliment when she woke before Tom who taught her the etiquette of giving a good blowjob and it’s fair to say that Ingrid was a very enthusiastic student. By the time that they’d stopped the previous night they were half way to the Algarve so when they finally got moving again it was only a couple of hours before they were looking for somewhere to park up for a couple of days. They struck lucky as they came to a long, narrow car park right next to the beach. There were no buildings or ticket machines and there were a few other motorhomes parked there along with quite a few cars. What’s more, some of the motorhomes looked like they’d been there for days. Tom reversed that motorhome into a vacant space then went outside to lower the stabilisers. Ingrid followed him out still totally naked. Tom looked around and as he could only see one person, an old man, he ignored Ingrid’s nakedness and got on with his tasks. When he was satisfied that the motorhome was level he looked for Ingrid and saw her, still naked and walking across the beach towards the sea. Tom had a quick panic until he saw that no one was really staring at the naked fourteen year old girl. Not knowing if the people didn’t care that any person was naked on the beach of if they were ignoring her because they thought that she was just a kid, and who cares what a kid wears or doesn’t wear, Tom locked the van and started walking after her. He didn’t quite catch up with her because by the time he got to the water’s edge, Ingrid was swimming a few metres from the shore. Tom watched as she frolicked around, sometimes diving down leaving her legs and butt out of the water for a split second. When she finally walked out of the water and up to Tom she said, “I always did love swimming naked, the feeling of the water rushing past my pussy is awesome” Ingrid said as she walked out of the water straight to Tom who looked at her and saw a vision of beauty. “You should try it Tom, it might feel the same on your cock.” “I will Ingrid, but not right now, I just want to have a couple of very relaxing days doing nothing, I just hope that the other vans don’t leave before night time because if they do I’m guessing that it’s illegal to stay overnight.” “So do I Tom, assuming that we stay here for a few days will you make an exception to not doing anything? I want you to do me lots of times.” Tom smiled and replied, “I’ll make an exception for you Ingrid.” Some of the other vans didn’t move so neither did Tom’s and it wasn’t just Ingrid that he did for a couple of days, when they got up each morning Ingrid persuaded Tom to go skinny dipping and Tom did enjoy it. So much so that he was as eager as Ingrid to do it again. They again made love that first night there and at least twice each of the subsequent days. When they were around the motorhome, and that includes just outside, Ingrid stayed naked and it was the same when they went for walks along the beach. Apart from the odd man staring at her no one took any notice of her nudity which made Tom more confident that they would be able to get away with her being naked a lot more than he had originally expected. On the third day, after a naked swim a good fuck, breakfast and a shower, Tom decided that he needed to find out if it was possible for one of his lawyer’s contacts to obtain some British documentation for Ingrid. Telling Ingrid to go for a walk along the beach whilst he made a phone call. Tom phoned his lawyer and told him that he had met an eighteen year old German woman who had escaped from an abusive relationship and she had to get as far away from her abuser as possible. When asked if the woman had any German identification documents Tom told him that the woman had to leave everything behind when she escaped and hitched a ride to Spain. Tom told his lawyer that he wanted documents to enable her to travel abroad, get a job and get medical care if she ever needed, all in a new name. Again when asked, Tom assured his lawyer that the woman definitely wasn’t running from the law. The lawyer told Tom that he knew a man who might know another man who may be able to help him but it would cost him and he’d need a passport type photograph of the woman. He also told Tom that they should keep email and text contact on this subject down to an absolute minimum. This didn’t surprise Tom because he was quite aware of cyber security and what analysts can find out if they really set their mind on something. Tom gave his lawyer a long encryption key that he would need to decrypt the file that he would email to him that would contain a photograph of the woman and they agreed that the lawyer would send an email to Tom when he had any news and that the email would contain just two words, ‘phone me’. Satisfied that the phone call had gone as well as he had hoped, Tom went outside to look for Ingrid. At first he wasn’t too worried when he couldn’t see her anywhere so he got a beer out of the fridge and went and sat outside looking out over the beach. About an hour later and no sign of Ingrid, Tom started having some worrying thoughts, the girl had gone off totally naked, anything could have happened to her. Tom worried for nearly another hour before she appeared behind him saying, “Hey Tom, there’s a restaurant about a kilometre along the beach, we could have eaten there instead of you having to put up with my cooking.” “Ingrid, Ingrid, Ingrid, you naughty girl, you shouldn’t have gone so far and judging by the direction that you came back from you didn’t stay on the beach.” “No, when I found that restaurant I looked through window then walked back down the road, I’d forgotten how hot roads can get so I had to stop a couple of times for my feet to cool down. I’m sorry if I scared you, I didn’t mean to go off the beach, are you going to punish me?” “Do you think that I should punish you Ingrid?” “Well you did tell me to stay on the beach and I didn’t so I guess that I do deserve to be punished.” “And what do you think would be an appropriate punishment Ingrid?” By that time both of them knew where the conversation was going and both were looking forward to the inevitable. “I think that you should spank me Tom.” “So do I Ingrid, but before I spank you I have to tell you that there is an etiquette for being spanked.” “A what?” “A set of rules that the spankee is expected to follow.” “And those are?” “The girl must be totally naked and she must lay over the spanker’s lap with her stomach resting on the spanker’s erection. The girl must then spread her legs as wide as she can and when each swat lands she must verbally count the swats and thank the spanker for each swat. Do you understand me Ingrid?” “Yes, I think so, where did you learn all these etiquette things?” “Watching videos.” “You mean porn videos Tom?” “Yes I do.” “Can we watch porn videos together please Tom? “Are you just trying to delay the spanking Ingrid?” “No, honest, we can start right now if you want.” “No not yet Ingrid, I need to take some photographs of you today, the spanking will be in a few days, give you time to think about it.” “Photographs of me? Why?” “Because I want to?” “Okay, where do you want me?” “I need some of the photographs to have a blank, white background so I have decided to hang a bedsheet on the side of the van and use that as a background.” “Okay, I can get that ready. Will the spanking hurt Tom?” “Yes but I’m hoping that it will do more than hurt.” “Like what?” “That needs to be a surprise for you Ingrid.” Ingrid got one of the bedsheets and together they wedged it on the side of the van. “Go and brush your hair Ingrid, I want you looking at your best.” “Then point the camera at my little tits and pussy Tom.” “I will but I want some photos of your face and your whole body first.” When Ingrid came back Tom looked at her and thought that she could have a modelling career if she wanted one. Then he got her to stand in front of the bedsheet and started taking photos. At one point Ingrid asked him why he wanted a photo of just her face with a serious expression. Thinking quick Tom replied, “So I have a contrast with the next few shots that you will be smiling in.” Ingrid accepted that and continued posing as directed. Then they moved on to the more interesting photos with Tom getting Ingrid to pose in quite a few normal, holiday maker situations, but with her being naked. Finally he moved on to the more explicit photos, some with Ingrid just standing there with just her slit and clit on display, some with her legs spread at various distances, and then the real money shots, just her pussy, some with her fingering herself and some with her playing with her clit. When they were done Tom led her into the van and they fucked for a good half hour before they went for another swim. That was the first time that Tom had gone onto the beach during the middle of the day having left his shorts in the van. It was only when they were walking back to the motorhome that Tom realised that he was the only naked adult on the beach. But having said that, as he looked around he saw that no one was taking any notice of what looked like an innocent father and daughter walking back to their motorhome after going for a naked swim. Tom was please with himself. Later that day Ingrid went for another swim and happily strode off onto the beach as naked as the day she was born. Tom had told her that he’d follow her soon because there was a little job that he had to do. As soon as she had left he got out his laptop and selected one of Ingrid’s photographs. Then he cropped it so that he was left with a photo that met the requirements for a passport photo. Next he emailed it to his lawyer in an encrypted file with no explanation as to what or why he had sent it. The lawyer was expecting it and would know what it was for. Then he took his shorts off, locked the van and walked across the beach to the sea. He was quite pleased with himself for being on that beach just as naked as Ingrid was and there still being a few other people there. When he got to Ingrid they splashed and messed around before having sex in the water then walking back to the motorhome hand in hand. They stayed there for three more night before moving on. On the evening of the last day they walked along the beach to the restaurant, Ingrid naked, of course, but Tom carrying one of her new ‘dresses’ for her to wear in the restaurant where they had a great meal. Tom let Ingrid have a glass of wine and he noticed that she raises her voice and her German accent gets a bit stronger when she is affected by alcohol. They talked and talked about both of their backgrounds and Tom realised that Ingrid had had quite a rough time, never really having had the time to be a child, but thankfully with no abuse. Tom was more determined than ever to give her a good time over the next eleven or so months. Ingrid had just about been running a hotel just for her parents, her having to do everything which probably explained why she was good at cooking and keeping the motorhome clean and tidy. Tom decided that when the time and place was right he was going to treat her to a week in a five-star hotel and have her pampered with everything that the hotel offered. Tom explained to Ingrid how he had made his fortune and promised to teach her some of his skills adding that if she were in England she would be going to school five days a week so he was going to home school her, not in some of the irrelevant subjects but in the subjects that she would need for her later life. Ingrid didn’t relish the thought of having the motorhome used as a classroom but came round a bit when Tom told her that the lessons wouldn’t be long ones and that there would be rewards for her doing well. When asked what sort of rewards Tom said that his mouth wouldn’t be used for talking but for eating. Ingrid was a little disappointed and maybe confused until Tom moved his hand to Ingrid’s thigh and then slid it up, flicked her clit and said, “Eating this.” After the meal they walked back along the road. As soon as they were outside Ingrid took off her dress and asked Tom to carry it for her saying that she was too warm. Tom wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that was making her warm or if she just wanted to be naked. Tom carried the dress for her and hoped that none of the cars driving along the road were police cars. “Can we practice what we’ll do during the breaks between lessons please Tom?” Ingrid asked as they approached the van. Just as soon as they were inside they did, getting into one of their favourite positions, 69. ***** The next morning, after a slight delayed getting ready, they drove off and further along the coast taking all the minor roads so that they saw more of the scenery. They stopped at a little restaurant for something to eat, Ingrid complaining that she had to put something on to go inside. Then it was back on the road, Tom having spotted signs for a campsite which he followed. This campsite was much bigger than the last one that they were at and had a lot more facilities. When Tom went back to the van after visiting the reception he told Ingrid that they were going to stay there for a week. “How far is it to the beach Tom?” Ingrid asked. “About half a kilometre I am told.” “Good, I want to sunbathe on the beach.” “They have a swimming pool here, and other things as well Ingrid.” “Okay, once we’ve got setup can we go for a walk around and see what it’s like?” “Of course we can.” “Can you paint a bikini on me so that I can go naked?” “That’s a good idea Ingrid, but I warn you it might look a bit, shall we say untidy.” “Worse than the clothes I was wearing when we first met?” “I doubt it.” “Then it will be okay.” They drove to their pitch and were pleased that the pitches were quite spaced apart. This time they prepared the van together with Tom showing Ingrid what to do but not showing her how to empty the waste tanks, he decided to leave that slightly unpleasant task for another day. Whilst they were doing all that, Ingrid hadn’t put any clothes on and they had noticed a handful of people walking by and only seen one dog walker do a double take when he saw Ingrid. Satisfied that the van was all sorted Ingrid got out some of the body paint tins and brushes and put them on the table that she had setup outside the van. When Tom came out he looked at what was on the table then said, “What colour bikini would madam like today?” “A red one please daddy.” They both smiled then as Tom sorted out what he would need he again told Ingrid that he had never done any body painting before and that it might not look too good. “I don’t care Tom, my swimsuits always looked horrible on me, my parents would never buy me a decent one. One time I had to take part in swimming lessons at school wearing just my knickers.” “Well I don’t think that that will ever happen again Ingrid.” “No, I’ve not got any knickers any more have I?” “Nope, now stand still Ingrid, I’m going to mark out the triangles for your top.” “Not too big I hope Tom.” Ingrid managed to stand quite still as Tom painted the outlines of the top, and the strings that would ‘hold up’ the top. As he sat on a chair in front of her staring at her tits in the bright sunlight he got the best view of them that he’d ever seen, They are small, from edge to edge of each one is not even big enough to fill one of Tom’s hands but they are conical and very firm. And as for the nipples and areolae, well Tom just wanted to lean forwards and start chewing the nearest one. The areolae are quite small but the nipples are big, Tom comparing them to the last section of one of his little fingers. “What?” Ingrid said when she saw him smiling. “Oh I was just comparing the size of your nipples to the size of your clit.” “And?” “And all three are VERY chewable. I’m sure that they are all bigger than average even for a fully grown woman.” “Is that a good thing Tom?” “It certainly is for me Ingrid, and I’m sure that they are above average sensitivity as well.” “They’re certainly very sensitive, if you keep brushing them like that I’m going to cum. Heavens only knows how many times I’ll cum when you paint my clit.” “Ah well, I’ve been thinking about that, I’ve decided that for the first time that I paint you I’m not going to paint your clit or the insides of your slit.” “Why, I was looking forward to the brush making me cum.” “Sorry sweetheart but I don’t want to taste paint when I lick you down there.” “In that case I forgive you but won’t my pink clit stand out from the red bottoms?” “Possibly, no, definitely, but I’m hoping that ninety-nine percent of the people that look at you will just see the red bottoms and not look long enough to register the little pink finger poking out between you lips.” “I hope that the men do.” “You know Ingrid, so do I, I’m starting to get to enjoy your exhibitionism.” “Good, so does that mean that you are going to take me everywhere with my ‘pink finger’ as you call it on display for everyone to see?” “Not everywhere but more places than I had originally thought of.” “Good, I love you Tom.” “There was that ‘L’ word again,” Tom thought “I guess that in her own way she does love me, and in my own way I do lover her but more like a great friend with benefits, and wow, what benefits.” Tom finished the red bikini top then told Ingrid that he was going to do her bottoms next then come back and use a stencil to put a pattern on to make them look more realistic. Tom got Ingrid to stand on a chair so that her pussy and butt were at his head height then he looked at her front and decided that the bikini that he paint wouldn’t be as small as some of the future times that he’d paint on her. He was going to make it what he imagined would be average for girls her age, not that he’d ever stared at girls Ingrid’s age, that is until Ingrid came along he just though of kids that age to be just annoying brats. As Tom was painting over her pubis he saw another reason why painting her lips and clit would have caused a problem, they were almost dripping with her juices, he doubted that the paint would stick to those parts of her body. About twenty five minutes later he was just about done. “Just need to check you out and let you do the same Ingrid, climb off the chair and stay their whilst I get the camera, I want us both to see what you look like from other people’s eyes.” Tom got the camera and took quite a few photographs. With them being out in the bright sunlight there were no dull areas or shadows and when they viewed them on his laptop Tom was a little worried that her nipples and clit were too obvious to get away with being out and about like that. Ingrid on the other hand was obviously very proud of her assets and wanted to go out straight away. Putting the laptop and camera back in the lock-box, Tom locked the van and they set off on a tour of the campsite. “So can you feel the paint?” Tom asked. “Not really, I think that by the time we’ve got to the next corner I will have forgotten that I’m painted and that I will feel totally naked.” “Which you arguably are. I think that I need to go on the internet and try to find out what the legal position is.” “But in the meantime Tom, let’s go.” “Okay, but try to keep your legs together as much as you can Ingrid, if anyone sees your pussy they will know instantly that you are naked.” “Okay,” Ingrid replied as she took hold of Tom’s hand and tried to pull him along faster. It’s fair to say that Tom was impressed at the lack of attention that Ingrid was attracting as they walked all over the site and saw what it had to offer. There was probably enough facilities and entertainment there to keep people occupied for all of their holiday, if they were happy doing that but Tom wasn’t, well he hadn’t been until Ingrid came along. She had had more of an effect on him than he realised and when Ingrid pointed out the bar and said that they could eat there every night and watch the entertainment that was advertised Tom didn’t feel displeased with the idea. There was a swimming pool there as well and Ingrid wanted to go for a quick swim saying that she wanted to cool down, adding the words, ‘if you know what I mean’. He did, smiled and gave her a quick slap on her butt as she walked to the pool. It was only after he saw her cute little butt and the intact paint job that he thought that slapping her butt might not have been a good idea. Tom stood and watched as Ingrid dove in and swam a couple of lengths before stopping and looking around. There was a couple of boys about her age looking at her but there was no way that they could have known that she was only wearing paint, everything below her neck was under the water. Ingrid looked at the boys only for a second then back to Tom then she blew him a kiss before doing two more lengths then getting out right in front of the boys. She stood above them looking down at them for a few seconds then walked back to Tom and reached up and kissed him on his cheek. Tom was watching her and the boys and he was sure that Ingrid was deliberately letting the boys see her pussy for the few seconds that she was just stood there. When she got to Tom he said, “You’ll get into trouble letting boys see your pussy like that Ingrid.” “No I won’t, what boy is going to complain about seeing a girl’s pussy?” Tom laughed and replied, “Way beyond your years young lady.” Ingrid knew what Tom meant and she smiled at Tom as she linked arms with him as they walked. Having said all that he just had, Tom was starting to relax more about Ingrid’s state of dress. So far she had had no complaints and just a few funny looks, and the same was true when they went into the little shop that was on site to get an ice cream. Ingrid even asked Tom for the money so that she could go and pay for them and the woman behind the counter hardly even looked at Ingrid. They walked around the rest of the site and Tom wasn’t surprised when Ingrid showed no interest in the kids play area, he’d got the impression that her parents had always kept her busy at home and never let her play with other kids. They got to the campsite exit to a path to the beach. When Tom had been registering at the site’s reception he’d asked how far away the beach was and had been told ‘about half a kilometre’, but when they turned a corner and saw the beach Tom didn’t think that it was that far. However far it was they were soon feeling the sand between their toes as they looked around and saw quite a lot of people there. Tom took Ingrid’s hand and led her through the people to the water’s edge then along the beach. They passed lots of people, none of whom appeared to care what Ingrid was or wasn’t wearing. They stopped when the got to the area that was obviously designated for water sports and they watched people parasailing and using jet-skis. They also saw some people getting into a boat, all carrying scuba diving equipment. “Do you fancy having a go at that?” Tom asked. “Please can I have a go at all three Tom?” “I’m glad that you said that because I was just thinking that I wanted to try all three and I didn’t want to leave you behind.” “I also want to try being fucked in the water, a girl that I used to know said that it was wonderful.” “Oh we are definitely going to do that Ingrid. In fact, let’s walk back the other end of the beach and if we make it without anyone saying anything about your nudity we’ll go for a swim and I’ll fuck you while you float on your back.” “Deal.” Ingrid replied and put her hand out for Tom to shake. As Tom vigorously shook Ingrid’s hand he looked at her tits to see how much they wobbled and he was pleased to see that they hardly moved. He also watched her nipples and tried to think if he’d ever seen a girl with bigger and harder nipples. He drew a blank. Tom let go of her right hand then took her left hand and they started walking. “What was the violent shaking of my hand for Tom? Is that some sort of English thing that no one told us about in school? “No, I just wanted to see if your tits bounced.” “They’re not big enough to bounce Tom.” “I know, they’re nice, I like them just as they are.” “So you’re not planning on paying for me to have a boob job then?” “Hell no.” “Good, because I like them as they are.” “You know that they’ll probably grow bigger don’t you?” “I know, I just hope that they don’t grow too big.” “Well if they do I’ll pay to get them cut down to the size that you want Ingrid.” “Thank you Tom.” They walked the full length of the beach and as they got close to the end they saw that the rocks offered some opportunities for secluded fucking. Tom didn’t say anything but he decided that he was going to take Ingrid behind those rocks sometime and try to fuck her brains out. “Well we made it and no one said anything Tom.” “We certainly did Ingrid, come on, our first proper sea fuck, I hope that the paint doesn’t come off.” Still holding hands as they walked into the sea, Ingrid saying, “I’m not bothered if it does.” They splashed and swam around for a few minutes before Tom told Ingrid to float on her back. Before she did that she stood in front of him and unfastened his shorts, held his cock and said, “Just making sure that you’re ready Tom.” “Oh I’m ready Ingrid, since you came into my life I’ve been ready nearly all the time.” With a big grin on her face Ingrid lay back and lifted her legs either side of Tom. As Tom moved Ingrid back and forwards with his cock going in and out of her Ingrid thought, “Heidi was right, this is wonderful, relaxing, sensual, naughty and sort of natural, and I’m going to cum if Tom keeps doing this.” He did, and she did, neither of them even thinking that people may be watching them. When they’d both cum and Tom’s cock started getting soft Tom pulled Ingrid up and kissed and hugged her. When they finally broke the kiss Ingrid said, “Can we do that every day please Tom?” Tom gave her body a squeeze and replied, “If at all possible, yes we can. With us fucking before we go to sleep, when we wake up and now in the sea every day it’s going to be a challenge for you to put some weight on and I’ll get as skinny as you are.” “Maybe Tom, maybe, but it will be worth it.” “It certainly will Ingrid.” They waded out of the sea still holding hands and Tom checking Ingrid’s paint job. He was pleased when he saw that it was still intact. Walking through the lots of people sat and laying in the beach Tom was pleased that Ingrid wasn’t really attracting any attention but at the same time Ingrid was a little unhappy that most of the men there weren’t even looking at her. Back at the motorhome Tom was pleased that the dealer who he’d bought the van from had put two chairs and two loungers in the big storage locker. When he’s first seen them he’d thought that it was a waste of space but now he was grateful because they both lay out in the sun on the loungers. Tom thought about sunscreen for Ingrid. In spite of her blonde hair she had a golden tan and Tom always thought that blondes got sunburnt easily but that was obviously untrue. He had a bottle of sunscreen in the van so he went and got it. Ingrid was laying on her stomach but she jumped when Tom squeezed a big blob of the sunscreen onto her back. “What was that Tom? Has a bird just pooped on me”? “No Ingrid, it’s sunscreen, I don’t want you to burn.” “I went for months in the forest without sunscreen and I only went all red once.” “Well from now on we are going to look after your skin Ingrid, I’m sure that you want to keep it nice and soft.” “I do for you Tom. What about the paint? Will the sunscreen got through it?” “I doubt it and I also doubt that the sun will tan you through the paint. We’ll have to keep an eye on that, we don’t want any tan lines.” “No I don’t, if I start to see one starting I’ll just have to go everywhere without paint.” “We’ll see Ingrid, we’ll see.” Ingrid enjoyed having Tom rub the sunscreen over all the unpainted parts of her body and when he was doing her upper legs she spread them and Tom couldn’t resist making her cum on the pretext of making sure that her lips and clit were covered. When he was done Ingrid insisted on doing Tom as well and when she was doing his legs she got his cock out and gave him a blowjob before putting his cock away then laying on her lounger again. The sun was starting to go down when Tom decided that it was time to have a shower. He got their shower things and towels and led Ingrid to the shower block. He was pleased to find a couple of family shower cubicles and they shared one. Unsurprisingly they fucked again before rinsing then drying each other. Tom inspected Ingrid’s paint job and was a bit surprised that it was still intact. He’d half expected to have to try to get Ingrid to wrap a towel round her for the walk back to the van. As they did walk back to the van the sun had gone down and it was starting to get dark. Tom looked at Ingrid and saw that even under the street lights her ‘bikini’ looked quite real. That fact gave Tom some encouragement for the evening. He’d seen where he’d assumed that the entertainment would be and he’d hoped that Ingrid could get away with not having to wear anything over her paint job. A short while later they left the motorhome after Ton explained that if they couldn’t get a table somewhere where the lighting wasn’t very good they might have to go back to the van to get a dress for her. Ingrid wasn’t too happy but accepted it. As they approached the cafe Tom saw that things looked good. The entertainment stage was outside and quite a few people were sat eating and drinking at tables in front of the stage. Tom led Ingrid to a table at the back where the lighting was poor and within a minute they were approached by a girl wearing a short, black skirt and a white blouse, and carrying a tray with some empty glasses on it. The girl didn’t stare at Ingrid as she took their drinks order and left a menu for them. A few minutes later she was back with the drinks and again she didn’t stare at Ingrid as Tom ordered his meal then she said, “And what would you like for your daughter?” Tom turned to Ingrid and let her order her own meal. “We’re going to get that a lot you know.” Tom said. “I know, but I don’t care, you and I know the truth, that you are my saviour, my lover, my hero and my sugar daddy. Is that term right Tom?” “Yes it is, I hadn’t thought about it but guess that I am your sugar daddy Ingrid and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ingrid’s almost nudity went pretty much unnoticed mainly because they were sat at a table near the back of the outdoor area where the lighting wasn’t so good. There were two acts on the stage that night, the first was a comedian who wasn’t that funny. It didn’t help that he told all the jokes twice, once in English and again in German which were the languages of most people on the site. The second act was a band who played quite a variety of numbers, all in English. As the evening wore on some people were dancing but Tom didn’t fancy taking Ingrid over to the dance area. This was mainly because of what she was wearing, a painted on bikini being a lot less than just about all the other campers who had made an effort for the evening. Tom told her that they’d dance another evening when she was wearing something made of fabric. Tom and Ingrid left as soon as the band stopped playing and before long they were back at the motorhome performing what had become their favourite sex positions, a 69 until they’d both cum, then Ingrid sucking Tom’s cock until it got hard at which point Ingrid would get on her elbows and knees and they’d fuck until the both had cum again. As they’d been doing the last part Tom had slapped Ingrid’s butt a couple of times and afterwards when they were recovering Ingrid asked him when she was going to get that spanking that he’d promised her. “Why the rush Ingrid?” Tom asked. “Because each time that I think about it my pussy tingles and gets all wet.” “And you like that don’t you?” “Of course.” “Well Ingrid, sometimes the anticipation can be more enjoyable that the main event. You might not like being spanked and not want to be spanked ever again so you would never experience those nice anticipation feelings ever again.” “I hadn’t thought of that Tom, but I still want to be spanked.” “Keep having those nice anticipation thoughts for a bit longer Ingrid.” “So you’re not going to spank me tonight then?” “No Ingrid, go to sleep.” “Can I go to sleep with your hand between my legs please Tom?” Tom moved so that it was easy for him to put his hand on her wet pussy. Once there he bent his middle finger so that it penetrated her and just left it there. *****

The Tropical Island Girl. by Vanessa Evans Part 2 The next thing that I knew was that it was getting light outside, Teddy’s 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. “That’s nice Teddy.” I whispered but got no response. “Teddy, are you trying to fuck me?” I whispered and still didn’t get a response. I didn’t really want to wake him so I just lay there and enjoyed the feelings. After a minute or so I couldn’t help myself and my hips started slowly sliding backwards and forwards so that Teddy’s 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 Teddy’s 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 wasn’t able to do anything. When I finally stopped shaking and was able to say anything I said, “I’m 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 didn’t 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 I’d have nowhere to go. “It’s okay Leia,” Teddy said as he put his arm over me, almost resting his hand on my tit,” don’t cry, I guess that you only did what is natural.” My tears started to dry up and I turned and lay on my back. Teddy’s hand moved as I turned and it ended up on top on one of my tits. “I’m sorry Teddy, I was just so sad, I just needed a hug.” “It’s okay Leia, you can have a hug anytime, but you shouldn’t really be climbing into my bed, you’re only 14 and I’m 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 shouldn’t be doing it in here, people will get the wrong idea.” “What do you mean Teddy, we’re only cuddling?” “I know that and you know that but most people will think that we are fucking.” “Well that’s 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 don’t have to worry about that Leia because it isn’t going to happen.” “But we can still hug and cuddle can’t 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 hadn’t 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 couldn’t help wondering if their cocks were as big as Teddy’s. 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t stop myself from thinking about Teddy’s cock and did girls really get things that size inside them? I just couldn’t 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 Teddy’s cock. There wasn’t 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 Teddy’s 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 wouldn’t 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 Teddy’s 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 can’t remember why, but when I pulled it off the bunch I wrapped my little hand round it my fingers and thumb couldn’t touch. I imagined that it was Teddy’s 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 don’t have a house or even a room, besides, why do they do it somewhere private, what’s 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 won’t want to eat your dinner Leia.” Chuck said when he saw me eating. “I’ll be okay.” I replied. “I’m 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 don’t wear any clothes, she says that it would stop all the bitchiness about each other’s clothes at school. I hope that you haven’t given her any ideas Leia.” “I haven’t suggested anything Chuck, just told her what it’s 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 she’d 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 it’s 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. I’d like that. I’d be able to see all their silly clothes, life’s so much better not wearing clothes.” “Leia, you have to remember that it’s 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 he’d spoken to the CO and that he’d 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 I’d 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 I’d 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 didn’t come back until late. I’d 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 I’d 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 couldn’t get back to sleep. After about an hour or so I decided to go and see if Teddy was awake. He wasn’t but I still got onto the bed under the sheet next to him. He didn’t wake up so after a while I turned onto my side facing him and put one arm and one leg over him, if he couldn’t cuddle me then I could cuddle him. As I got into that position my knee rested on his bare cock and once I’d 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 didn’t taste of much until it was hard and I could feel some thick liquid coming out of the end. It didn’t smell like piss so I wondered if Teddy was having an orgasm. After a few seconds I decided that it couldn’t be that because he wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 Teddy’s hands go onto the back of my head and hold it on his cock. Then Teddy said, “Oh Cindy, that’s amazing. Ohhhhhhhhh.” And I felt lots of warm creamy stuff fill my mouth. It didn’t taste bad, but it also didn’t 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 Teddy’s 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 wasn’t long before I was asleep. ***** “Leia.” I heard Teddy say but I was still half asleep. “Leia.” “What?” “You’ve done it again, you shouldn’t 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 I’m not in bed.” “Sorry Teddy, it’s 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 didn’t 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. “What’s this First Shirt, procuring young girls for people now are you? Who’s she for?” One of the guards on the Main Gate asked. “It’s Master Sergeant Tubbs to you Jones. Not that it’s any of your business but Leia is coming to work for me now that I’m 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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, “That’s where you will be based Leia, have a seat, make yourself comfortable and I’ll 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 don’t leave with things that they shouldn’t. In this game you have to be able to get things my means that often aren’t by the book. That’s okay for me because I get things from other bases and back home but I can’t 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 didn’t 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. She’s okay now, aren’t you Leia?” “Oh hi Andrea, I’m okay now thanks.” “Don’t you let him bully you Leia, if he does you come and tell me. So how are you doing Leia?” “Okay now that I’ve got a job and can pay for my keep.” “Don’t 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. You’ll be able to get them on the Base. I’m surprised that the CO would let you work on the base without any clothes on.” “She’ll be okay Andrea, if anyone tries to put a hand on her they’ll have me to deal with.” “Good, but don’t make them need more than the Doc can provide Teddy, we don’t 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. Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you and it doesn’t 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?” “You’re 14 Leia,” Andrea said in a surprised tone. “You shouldn’t even know what those things are never mind thinking that you need one?” “Yes please Andrea, I spoke to the doc yesterday and he’s 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 it’s okay unless it becomes a problem. Besides, no clothes, no washing of clothes, better all round.” “Well I suppose that’s one way of looking at it, but if you do change your mind come to me and we’ll sort something out. Now, I know that we’ve walked right across the Base but do you think that you’ll be able to find your way back on your own?” “Sure, it’s a straight line.” I replied. “Before I show you to the doctor, I’ll show you the admin block. They’re right next to each others. After you’ve seen the doc go next door and they’ll 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?” “That’s them.” “I’ve never had my photograph taken before, but I did have one of those video calls to Chuck’s daughter Lizzy, she seems a nice girl.” “She is, did she see that you didn’t 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 it’s 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 wasn’t bothered by it so why should the other kids?” “Maybe it’s just us adults that have these hang-ups?” Andrea asked. I didn’t 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. They’ll sort you out then you head on back to Teddy’s 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. I’m not a baby.” “You certainly are not a baby Leia, okay, off you go and I’ll 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 it’s 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 didn’t know. Then the doctor told me that he had to physically examine me and that I didn’t have to worry because he wouldn’t 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 haven’t 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 he’d have to examine inside me. That puzzled me because I just couldn’t 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. “What’s that thing?” I asked as he held up this strange plastic thing. “It’s called a speculum and I insert it into your vagina then open it. It lets me see if everything in there looks healthy.” “You’re 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 won’t hurt and I won’t 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 Teddy’s 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 there’s 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, he’s said that it will never happen.” “Good, there’s lots of reasons why that shouldn’t happen but if he’s said that it will never happen then I have nothing to worry about, I guess that he’s 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 there’s touch of guilt there. Normally I would tell the woman to roll her sleeve up at this stage but you don’t 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 won’t need to use those tampon things again, that’s good because I haven’t 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 didn’t bother me, I’ve 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 I’d seen where they just showed the person above their shoulders. I thought that there must be different rules for Islanders although I couldn’t 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 Teddy’s store. There wasn’t 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 he’d 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 wasn’t 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 I’d given my first one the night before he asked me if I’d give him one. I thought for a couple of seconds wondering if this man’s cock would taste different to Teddy’s and I decided to find out. “Okay then.” I replied. “Nice one Leia, come with me, we don’t 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 wasn’t as big as Teddy’s 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, “I’m gonna cuuuu,” and I felt his cock jerk and most of his cum went down my throat. Some didn’t and was left in my mouth. For a few seconds I couldn’t 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 didn’t take long for me to cum and the man put his hand over my mouth to stiffle the moans that I couldn’t stop myself making. “Well done slut, now where’s that carburetor?” I picked up the piece of paper and saw that we weren’t far from the location so we went there and the man picked one up. “I need you to sign for it.” I said. “Yeah, can’t 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, I’d given my second blowjob and the man seened to like it. I knew that I did, and his cum tasted very much like Teddy’d did. I’d 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 I’m 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, I’d 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 didn’t know her, and I wondered why she was wearing clothes. Teddy introduced us and told her, Nuanua, that she’d see more of me because I’d be coming there most days to get Teddy’s lunch. When Teddy said ‘see more of me’, I smiled to myself, there was only between my legs that Nuanua hadn’t seen and I doubted that she’d 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 I’d bent at the waist. When I’d 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.” “You’ve seen my pussy before Teddy, and you didn’t complain.” “I’m 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 doesn’t bother me if the whole world sees my pussy Teddy, do you want to see it again?” “Not now Leia, this place isn’t the place for flashing your goodies, well not the intimate parts of your pussy, there’s 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, that’s 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 guy’s cock wasn’t as thick as the last guys, but it was longer and it didn’t 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 didn’t 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 her’s out. Anyway, my right hand had made it’s 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 didn’t 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 wouldn’t have been happy if he’d 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 hadn’t 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, I’ll definitely be back for more, and I’ll 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 Teddy’s 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 shouldn’t be doing that, hell. You shouldn’t 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. “It’s okay Leia, don’t 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. “I’m 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 shoudln’t be doing this.” “Why not Teddy, if it makes us both feel good then what can be wrong with it?” “You’re 14 Leia.” “So what, some of the girls in my class at school were married.” “I guess that this Island doesn’t have such a thing as ‘age of consent’.” “What’s that?” “Never mind Leia.” As I lay on his chest I felt Teddy’s 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 shouldn’t be doing this Teddy?” I said as his cock went deeper and deeper inside me. “We shouldn’t Leia, but if it makes you happy then I guess that there’s no harm done.” “I do like it Teddy, I wish that I knew about fucking years ago.” “Your body wasn’t 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 I’d get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out.” “Tell you what Teddy, if we can fuck every day I won’t 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 wasn’t 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 don’t think that Chuck realises what is going on between Teddy and me but if he does he doesn’t say anything. I did have that video phone call with Lizzy’s class, and their teacher somehow displayed what was on the screen of Lizzy’s 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 Lizzy’s 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 I’d 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 Chuck’s phone so that my little tits and my pussy were big on the screen. I was really enjoying my new life.

So this man asked me out by Vanessa Evans Part 7 When I woke up the next morning I at first forgot about my surgery, it was only when I nuzzled my butt up against John’s morning woody that I felt some pain as the tip of John’s cock entered me. The pain wasn’t that bad so I kept going until he was nearly right inside me. I decided to just lay there enjoying the feeling. When John woke up and realised that his cock was inside me he said, “That’s nice, but didn’t it hurt?” “Yes, but I needed you inside me.” “I’ll just keep still and let you do the driving.” I did, only moving slowly. John must have needed me just as I needed him because it wasn’t that long before I felt his cock tense then swell a little then that wonderful feeling of his seed shooting inside me. That Monday was the first day that I didn’t take any painkillers and I kept checking my pussy to see how much of the bruising and red marks were fading away. I even started doing workouts in the home gym although I didn’t use the exercise cycle. We ate too may pizzas that week and John took great delight in telling Harry what I’d had done, and how well I was healing. Of course it wasn’t just him telling Harry it was me getting on the kitchen table, laying back and spreading my legs so that Harry could look closely. “Touch her clit Harry,” John said, “see how sensitive she is. The surgeon didn’t touch her clit but it appears to be a lot more sensitive than it was.” “You don’t mind if I touch her?” “No, not at all, it’s okay isn’t it Jade?” “Yes it is Harry, show John how to play with a clit, but please, only my clit, the rest of round there is still a bit delicate.” Harry’s fingers went to my protruding clit and teased me to an orgasm in a surprisingly short time. That was on the Tuesday evening. On the Wednesday evening John suggested to Harry that he use his tongue saying that there was less chance of anything doing any damage to me. I thought that that was a great idea and Harry is good with his tongue. While I was eating the pizza I told John that Harry was good, but not as good he was. “I’m not jealous Jade, it’s your pleasure that I was thinking about and I thought that you might like a bit of variety.” “So are you going to get me a male harem, one man for each night?” “Is that what you want Jade?” “Hell no, your cock is quite enough for me but a bit of variety is nice occasionally, just not every day.” “Good, so I’ll fix you up with different guys occasionally.” “Okay, but I don’t come into contact with enough girls, other that Jenny and Rose, to be able to do the same for you.” “You don’t have to Jade, your pleasure is my priority.” “I love you John Douglas.” “And I love you Jade Peterson.” By the end of the week I was good enough to properly fuck John albeit with me on top controlling the action. John didn’t trust himself enough for him not to pound into me too hard. ***** The Monday saw Adam, my Personal Trainer arrive for my first full keep fit session since my surgery. When he saw me standing there waiting for him totally naked he said, “Are you Jade’s little sister, you don’t look old enough to be nineteen.” “Thanks Adam,” I replied, “wait until you see between my legs.” “I can’t wait, so are you fit enough for a full workout today Jade, you’ve got a bit of catching up to do.” “I’m not so sure about the exercise cycle, I avoided it last week.” “Understandable but human skin is very durable and flexible, we’ll try it and see how it goes, we can stop whenever you want.” “What’s with the we? I’m the one doing all the work.” “And it will be so worth it Jade, when I’m finished with you you will be able to walk for a hundred miles or wrap your legs round anything that you want. John will be so pleased with you.” “Wrap my legs around anything,” I thought, “I presume you mean John’s waist or neck.” We got started on my routine and I quickly noticed that Adam was looking at my pussy a lot. When we got to the leg spreader I adjusted it so that there wasn’t much resistance then spread my legs wide and said, “Go on Adam, have a good look, I know that you want to.” “Jade, that would not be very professional of me.” “Maybe, but you want to so just get on with it, I won’t tell anyone.” “Are you sure Jade, I don’t want to ruin this job, you’re a great student.” “Relax Adam, you aren’t going to ruin anything, in fact I’m surprised that John hasn’t asked you to fuck me.” “Now that would be very unprofessional.” “But nice, go on Adam, see how much my pussy has changed, it looks a lot younger now.” By then Adam was on his knees between my legs and staring at my pussy. I was feeling a bit naughty and did a couple of Kegel exercises. “Very nice Jade, you look so much younger. I hate working with older women who have their bits hanging nearly to the floor. And you doing that has just made me decide to add Kegel exercises to your routine, we’ll do them outside after the yoga. Now adjust this machine to back where it was.” I did and got on with my reps. It was the exercise cycle next and I approached it with some trepidation. “Just sit on it jade, see how it feels.” “It hurts a little but it does feel nice, different to before.” “Well you’ve got some bits missing so it’s bound to feel different. You can skip this exercise if you want Jade.” “No, no, I’ll try it and see how it goes.” I slowly started pedalling and was pleased that the pain didn’t get any stronger. The sliding from side to side on the saddle felt different as well, different but nice. I don’t know if it was because I hadn’t been on the cycle for a while of if my changed genitals had anything to do with it but an orgasm came quickly. As it subsided I realised that the pain had increased so I asked Adam if we could move on. We did and got on with the rest of the routine. “Big improvement Jade.” Adam said when I was in the standing splits and he was looking at my pussy. “I like it too, and so does John, he says that it was money well spent.” “I hate to think what it cost.” “So do I, I didn’t ask.” “Well I’m sure that he thinks that it was worth it. Do you want to try some Kegel exercises while you’re stood like that?” So I did. “Good, I must get my other customers to do them when they are stood like that, I’ll be able to see if they are cheating.” “I’m not cheating.” “I can see that, ten more then we can move on.” I did the ten, my pussy getting wetter with each one. “Well done Jade, you really put everything into this exercising don’t you?” “I like the benefits of doing it Adam.” “Yes, I can see that.” When it came to us doing the jogging Adam took me through the first part of the woods then onto the road. We’d only seen one dog walker who had stared at me but said nothing, I think that Adam’s idea of him going first puts people off the idea that he is chasing me for some sexual motive but I do like it when he can watch my bare butt as I run. On the road Adam ignored the first and the second gates into the other part of the woods. The odd car had gone passed and beeped its horn but again I couldn’t tell if that was because the driver liked what he saw or if it was to let us know that he was there. The third gate must have been half a kilometre from where we came out of the first part of the woods and shortly after we got into the woods again I realised that we were running on the edge of the woods and there was some sort of industrial estate there. We were running on the woods side of a tall, linked chain fence and a couple of the business’s had men working outside. They soon spotted the naked me chasing after Adam and the catcalls were quite amusing. I smiled as one man shouted words to the effect that I must be chasing Adam to get him to fuck me. I thought about that as we continued to run but I discounted the possibility as Adam had always been so professional with me. After that the path went back into the woods and we came to the road at the first gate where a man was just getting out of his car with his dog. The dog ran over to me but the man called it back. When we got back to the house John was outside waiting for us. I left John and Adam talking and went for a shower. Later that day John was working and I decided to go on the internet and do a bit of research about girls who spend most of their life totally naked and I read about the Permanude girls in America and their newd etiquette. I realised that I had been sitting with my knees apart mainly because I didn’t want to cause any pain by pressing my thighs together but it had also been because I like John looking at my pussy, but this newd etiquette was saying that I should keep my knees as far apart as possible. I liked that idea so I decided to try to change my habit and let John, and everyone else, see all of my new pussy, a pussy that I was proud of, every time that I sat down. I also liked the way girls could be sentenced by the courts to be either topless, bottomless or totally naked for a period of time that they thought appropriate. I couldn’t see that happening in England but I did think that it would be a great form of punishment. But then I thought that the girls would soon get used to being exposed and actually enjoy it and use it to their advantage. Our lovemaking that night took another step back to being normal and I was almost enjoying the slight pain that came when John was fucking me. ***** The Tuesday was massage day and I was looking forward to Manuel’s visit although I wasn’t too sure about the rough finger fucking that he gives me. John took Manuel to one side and I could hear them quietly talking, but was not able to work out what they were talking about, as I climbed onto the table The massage started as usual until I turned over and lay on my back, instinctively spreading my legs. When Manuel turned and saw my new pussy he stared for a few seconds then I heard him quietly say, “Nice.” “I’m pleased that you like it Manuel.” I thought as his hands started working on my head. As usual I moaned as he massaged, rubbed, twisted and tweaked my nipples but the real difference was when his hands got to my pussy. The whole area seemed to respond to his touch much quicker, it was like my sensory nerves had been under all that fatty tissue and because there was very little of it left my nerves were responding much quicker and much stronger. I guessed that John had told Manuel to be gentle around where my labia minora had been and around my clit hood but that still left him plenty of scope for giving me the happy ending that I was so looking forward to. It was the usual, intense orgasm that made me want more, but more never came from Manuel, until that day. Manuel surprised me by telling me to shuffle up the table so that my head was hanging off the end. As I did so I thought, “He isn’t is he?” I looked over to John and saw him smiling and knew that Manuel was going to do what I thought, and that John approved. I automatically opened my mouth wide and watched Manuel drop his white trousers revealing that he goes commando. His hard cock was pointing towards the sky until he took hold of the base of it and guided it to my mouth. In Manuel’s cock slid, the tip hitting my tonsils and going passed them. Then I felt his left hand on my right tit and his left hand sliding down my stomach and stopping as a finger found my clit. The next few minutes were out of this world as both his hands, and his cock worked on me. First I orgasmed – again, then as I was approaching a third orgasm his cock erupted in my throat bringing on that orgasm instantly. Okay John has done exactly the same to me a few times but this was different, it wasn’t my lover’s cock in my throat, it was outside in the open back garden and my lover was watching. It was just very pleasurable sex. I was still flat on my back on the table when Manuel had left and John came over to me and asked me if I had enjoyed my massage. “Yes, I assume that you asked Manuel to do that to me.” “I did, do you want him to do that to you at the end of every massage Jade?” “Yes please.” “Consider it done my love. When you are ready go and have a shower, there will be a supermarket delivery in an hour and I’m assuming that you want to deal with it.” “Of course, that’s a PA’s job not a boss’ job. Are you likely to be talking to Kyle any time soon, he seems a nice guy?” “Patience my little exhibitionist, there will be lots of opportunities for you to show off your body, would you like to go to the Drunken Duck on Thursday evening. I’m sure that Ken and the customers would like to see you again.” “Good, I can show them my new pussy.” “Talking of which, our membership of the Multiple ‘O’ or just the ‘O’ club has come through, the next time that they meet we should get an invite.” “I can’t wait, do you think that we should practise making me cum as many times as possible in a certain time?” “I’ve already thought of that, we’ll give your pussy a few more days to properly heal then I’m going to strap you to that medical table, put one of your vibrators inside you and strap the magic wand to the top of one of your legs so that the end is touching your clit, and with them both switched on we’ll see how long you can last and how many times you cum.” “Will the club let you use vibrators, isn’t that sort of cheating?” “You’re probably right Jade, so we’ll do what I just said then the next day we’ll just let you use your fingers for thirty minutes. Hey, you can practise that when I have to work and when the weather is like today you can do that while you’re improving your tan.” “Yes, and I can do that when David or Pete are here to make it more interesting.” “My gawd Jade, you are exceeding even my dreams of what you would do.” “Are you complaining, because I can try to dial it down if you want.” “Hell no Jade. I love you more and more the more you surprise me. Now shower or do you want the supermarket guy to see you all sweaty and covered in massage oil.” I went and showered and I did give the supermarket guy a pleasant surprise. It always seems to be a different delivery guy that brings our order. Once all the groceries and other things were put away I decided to go and lay out in the sun for a while and as I lay there I thought about what John had said about the ‘O’ club and I decided to get a bit of practise in. I went and got my phone, opened the clock app and set the timer for thirty minutes. I have to admit that frigging myself for thirty minutes non stop is hard on my fingers and the rest of my hand and wrist and they were getting very tired. Frigging is different when you have next to no fatty tissues for your fingers to rub around. But it does have the advantage of your clit being so much more accessible so on balance I would say it is easier to make myself cum like I am now, that’s if my fingers and wrist can keep up with my desire for long, multi orgasmic sessions. I did manage to cum four times that first time that I tried to cum as many times as possible and during that time David came and cut the grass, He was still there when my phone beeped to tell me that the time was up and I let out a long sigh and shook my hand to make sure that the blood was circulation properly. “Are you okay Jade?” David asked. “Yeah, I was just, well you could see what I was doing, Hey, you haven’t seen my new pussy yet have you? What do you think?” I opened my legs a bit more and David stared at my pussy for quite a few seconds then said, “How old are you Jade?” “Nineteen, why?” “Well that pussy sure as hell doesn’t look nineteen years old.” “That’s the look that John and I wanted.” “Well you got what you wanted, you look amazing Jade.” “Thank you David, anytime that you want another look just let me know.” “Thanks Jade, you enjoy the rest of your day.” I watched David walk away then him doing some work and he looked to have an uncomfortable bulge in the front of his jeans. I smiled and closed my eyes. ***** The Wednesday’s training session went very much the same a the Monday’s except for two things firstly I managed to stay on the exercise cycle until I’d had two orgasms, and there was an addition ‘exercise’ after I’d done my Kegel exercises. Adam got me to lay on my yoga mat and spread my legs, then he knelt on my right side with his knees very close to my side. Then he put one hand low on my stomach and the other on my chest between my little tits. “Now Jade, I want to you to take ten, long slow and very deep breaths and get yourself totally relaxed.” I did, feeling his hands on my pubis and chest. When I was done I watched Adam lift his right hand and bend the middle two fingers. Next he put those fingers close to my mouth which opened and the fingers went in. I instinctively started sucking those fingers getting them very wet. After a minute or so he pulled those fingers out and his hand went down to my pussy, the two fingers penetrating me and curling up and pressing on the front inside of my vagina finding my G-spot as his palm pressed on my clit. He paused for a few seconds then he lifted his hand, my butt lifting to keep his fingers inside me. Down his hand went then up again, my butt going with him. He lifted and lowered his hand over and over getting faster all the time. The tips of his fingers weren’t able to, and probably didn’t want to stay in exactly the same place, and as a result my G-spot was getting rubbed with the inevitable result, a noisy orgasm that had my whole body shaking. Adam’s had left my pussy and rested on my pubis as my body slowly relaxed. “Wow.” Was all that I could say and Adam stayed there until he thought that I was fully relaxed again. “Then he said, “Right Jade, back to your routine.” And we did, even running further along the road until we got to a ‘T’ junction with the main road before turning and running back to the gate where we could run along the outskirts of the Industrial units. Again we only saw a handful of cars and none of them stopped to complain. I got the catcalls again as we ran passed one of the units and I guessed that they wouldn’t have said anything if I was fat or ugly so I took them as a compliment. Back at the house I left John and Adam talking and I went for a shower. ***** The next day was a Thursday and John had promised to take me to the Drunken Duck in the evening but he surprised me just after I had taken him some lunch when he told me that he was taking me to his gym. I was excited as I had never been to a proper gym before. I knew that John had told me that it wasn’t a big gym but it apparently had lots of customers, probably because of it’s location, in the centre of the city, and the fact that John said it didn’t have any, as he called them, ‘stupid rules”, although at that point in time I had never even thought about rules in a gym. John suggested that I wear just one of halter tops and my very short, white tennis skirts. I chose a halter that is slightly sheer and quite small, It only just covers the sides of my tits. Also, I tied it so loose at the back that the bow was down on the waistband of the skirt. As soon as I knew what I was going to wear I just knew that I would be flashing my pussy some of the time and maybe my little tits as well. When we went through the entrance door we were met by a girl about my age, “Hi there John, long time no see, are you keeping well?” “Yes thanks Sandra and you?” “So much the better for seeing you, who’s your friend?” “Sandra, this is Jade, Jade Sandra, Jade is my girlfriend and we’re here for James to put her through her paces.” “Lucky James, he’s probably in the workout room.” John led me to that room and I saw that it was quite big with lots of machines, mats for floor exercises, an area for weight lifting and a couple of those school gym type benches. Also there were a couple of men and one girl doing their thing. James quickly saw that John had walked in and he came over to us where John introduced me. “Jade would like to try out all the machines James, would you take her round them. When she uses the machines at home she’s naked so, unless you have a problem with that she’ll go naked here as well.” “Err no, not at all, it will be good for business when word gets round that we have an attractive naked girl using the gym. It’s just a pity that you came at this time of the day, we’re not very busy at the moment.” “So when is your busy time James?” I asked. “Evenings, people calling in on their way home from work and then those who go home then come to spend the evening working out then relaxing in the jacuzzi or sauna.” “I’ve never been in either of those.” I said, “Then you are in for a treat later Jade. Okay, shall we start over here Jade?” James said pointing to one machine. I looked at John who motioned for me to follow James but I didn’t immediately go, “You want me to strip and do this naked John?” “What do you want to do Jade?” I answered that question by lifting my halter off, dropping my skirt and handing them to John saying, “It’s okay for men to see a girl naked so can you look after these for me please John?” As I walked over to James I looked around and saw that one of the men had stopped what he was doing and was looking at me. I felt my pussy and hard nipples tingle. Meanwhile John went off to change into shorts and T-shirt ready to do his own workout. James showed me how to use all of the machines unless I told him that John had the same one at home and I noted that James didn’t pay that much attention to my nudity, unlike the other people there, every time I looked over to them and saw that one of the men and the girl were watching me. Things changed with James when we got to the leg spreader, it was the same one that John has but I asked James to show me how it worked and I was surprised a bit because James showed me how to set it so that my legs were at ninety degrees to my body. As James stood in front of me watching how I was getting on I saw where he was looking. After I had spread my legs wide a couple of times James asked, “How old are you Jade?” “Why?” I replied, “do you think that John is cradle snatching, because he isn’t, I’m nineteen.” “No, no, I know that John wouldn’t do anything like that, it’s just that you look so young.” “You mean my small tits and my pussy?” “Well, err yes.” “That’s okay James, not all women have huge tits and John paid for my pussy to look like this, nice isn’t it?” “Yes it is, err two more times then we’ll move on.” When it came to the exercise cycle I looked over to John guessing that I might have an orgasm and saw that he had a big grin on his face. “Okay,” I thought, “John doesn’t have a problem with me cumming on these bikes so sod it, I’m going to do it.” “I think that you’ll find that seat a bit too high for you Jade.” James said as he watched me adjust it. “No, I need it this high.” I replied as I climbed on. “Are you comfortable cycling like that Jade?” James asked. “Oh yes.” I replied as my clit was getting rubbed. Just before the orgasm hit me I saw the expression on James’ face. I was a mixture of disbelief and shock so I looked over to the other people there and saw similar expressions. I let out a long, guttural sigh as the orgasm hit me and everyone in the room must have known that I was cumming. As I got off the bike James said, “Well I’ll be. …. I never would have thought of that. If you’re okay jade, we can move onto the weight lifting.” “Oh I don’t know that I want to do any of that, it looks like way too much work.” “Tell you what, lay along one of those benches with your feet on the floor and I’ll move one of the stands over so that you can start with just a few Kilos.” “Okay then, but none of those heavy weights.” I said as I lay on the bench with my feet either side which meant that my knees were about shoulder width apart. James moved the stand over so that the bar was about thirty centimetres above my neck. I got hold of it, pushed up and said, “This isn’t too bad.” “That’s because there are no weights on it yet. Is Jade always this impatient John?” “I looked down towards the end of the bench and saw John and Sandra standing there looking down on me.” “Sometimes,” John replied. I saw that Sandra was grinning, then after a few seconds she said to John, “Is this naked girl thing going to be a regular feature here then John, because if it is I can see that customer numbers will shoot up and I’ll have a lot more work to do.” “Maybe you’d like to join Jade, the more the merrier.” “I work here John, I can’t be sitting at the reception desk totally naked.” “I’ll have to work on that one but you being naked or even working out naked on your days off would boost customer numbers as well Sandra.” “I’ll have to think about that one John.” “Maybe I should link your salary to customer numbers.” Sandra didn’t get the chance to reply to that as I heard clunking sounds as James put some thankfully small weights on the ends of the bar. As I pushed up on the bar James was stood right by the bar and I felt my stomach and pussy muscles tighten up as I used a lot of my strength. After three goes I stopped and said, “That wasn’t as bad as I thought, how many Kilos was I lifting?” “Five at each end.” “Oh, I thought that it must have been something like twenty, never mind, I don’t know if I’ll do that again.” “Okay Jade, it’s all totally voluntary, now, do you do any floor exercises at home?” “Yes, Adam has got me doing quite a few, do you want me to show you?” “Yes please Jade.” So I did, and as I mentioned earlier, just about all of them involve me showing my spread pussy. As I was doing them I could see the other girl that was there getting on the exercise cycle. I smiled and thought, “You need to get those leggings off and raise the seat a bit girl.” I also heard a bit of what John, Sandra and James were talking about. Sandra was also asking about my age. James was asking John how often I was going to come to the gym and trying to persuade John to let me come at more busier times. Then Sandra asked James if he wanted more girls to exercise naked and when he said that he did she asked him if there could be an incentive for them to come and workout naked. “Good idea Sandra, maybe free membership, what do you think John?” “I like it but you do realise that you can’t advertise for naked girls, I’m sure that the council would find some stupid excuse to shut you down, you know how backward thinking they are.” “True, but word of mouth should spread quick enough, all the pubs in town will be talking about it.” By then I’d done a few floor exercises and all the men in there, and the numbers had increased, were staring at my pussy as I thrust my pelvis forward. All too soon my routine came to an end and I went and stood next to John who almost instinctively put an arm round my neck and took hold of one of my tits. “Well done Jade,” James said, you can workout here alone, anytime that you want but I will be available for advice if you want any.” “Thanks.” I replied. “We’ll be sorting a schedule out for Jade quite soon, but some of her time has to be finding out about my business and she has a lot to learn. Now Jade, how do you fancy soaking in the jacuzzi for a while?” “I’ve never been in one of those before.” I replied, “so yes please.” On the way out of that room I passed the girl on the bike and quietly said, “You’ll find that much more fun if you raise the saddle and get out of those leggings and knickers.” The girl blushed and said nothing. John led the still naked me through the men’s changing room where I got stared at by a couple of men who were getting changed ready for their session then out the other side into what John called the wet room. I saw a huge jacuzzi and a door to what I assumed was the sauna. “Can I go in the jacuzzi please John?” I asked. “Of course you can Jade, you don’t need to ask.” There was already two middle-aged men in there, submerged up to their necks and I climbed up the steps then down into the bubbling, warm water. As I sat on the submerged bench I said, “Oh, this is nice John, can we get one at home please?” “Leave it with me.” John said as he climbed in and sat beside me. I looked to the two other men and when I caught their eyes we smiled at each other. “First time?” One of the men asked. “Yes, the bubbles really tickle don’t they?” “They do,” the man replied, “especially if you move around until you find a place where the bubbles hit a nice spot.” I smiled at him but said nothing. John realised what the man wasn’t saying and whispered for me to slide around a bit. I did and my eyes opened wide when I sat with my pussy right over one of the holes where the air was being forced into the water. “Oh yes,” I said, “that is nice.” After a couple of minutes I wondered if the air was bing forced up into my hole and I turned to John and in a whisper I asked him. “No Jade, the pressure won’t be great enough,” John replied. “Unless you hold your hole open that is.” I turned to look at the two men to see if they had heard John’s reply but they gave no indication. Another minute later and I felt one of John’s hands move to my thigh and instinctively I opened my knees to give him access to my pussy. I lay my head back on the side of the jacuzzi, sighed and relaxed even more as his fingers found my clit and started playing with it. I wanted to slide my butt forward to let him finger me properly but if I did the bubbles wouldn’t be feeling so good. I opted to slide forwards. It was soo nice laying back with my eyes closed, the warm bubbles feeling so nice and John’s fingers playing with my clit and occasionally sliding inside me. So nice that after a few minutes I had an orgasm. I wondered if my facial expressions and the moans coming out of my mouth told the other men there that I was cumming, but I didn’t care. When the orgasm was history I opened my eyes and saw that one of the men was stood up and trying to get out. I smiled at the sight of the bulge in the front of his shorts knowing that I had caused it. After another couple of minutes I decided that I was getting too hot and I told John that I wanted to get out. “Sit up on the side for a few minutes, that will cool you down.” John replied. So I did, putting my arms behind me and leaning back on them. John motioned for me to open my legs and when I looked at them I realised that for some weird reason I had forgotten to spread them myself. I put it down to the heat. As I did that I saw that the other man as staring at my pussy so I did a couple of Kegels. The man’s eyes opened a bit wider and I saw John smiling. So I did some more. After another couple of minutes that man too decided to leave and I saw that his shorts were also quite tented. John took the opportunity of us being alone to get me back into the bubbles but with my knees either side of his thighs and when I got there I discovered that he’d pulled his shorts down and his hard cock was waiting for me to impale myself on it, which I did and we had a long slow fuck. Unfortunately, just as John was about to cum the girl that we’d seen in the workout room appeared wearing a string bikini. She smiled at us as I lifted myself off John and sat beside him. I finished John with my hand under the bubbles as I asked the girl if she’d had a good workout. “Yes thank you, what you said about the exercise cycle was right. I’m Ella by the way.” “Hi, I’m Jade and this is John. It’s my first time here, good isn’t it?” “Yes it is, although I didn’t know that they’d started letting girls exercise naked.” “Neither did I but it felt so much more natural doing it in the nude, I hope that no one minded, James said that it would be okay.” “James would, he’s a man.” “But it’s okay for girls to be seen naked by men isn’t it Ella?” “I guess so, but it depends on the man, I wouldn’t like to be seen by some fat, old pervy man.” “Me neither but I doubt that you’d get many of those here, all the ones that I’ve seen looked quite fit even though some of them did look old enough to be my father. You should try it sometime Ella.” “Oh I don’t know, but there again, that exercise bike was fun, after you’d told me how to do it properly. Maybe next time.” “Well I’m certainly coming back here again, with and without my boyfriend. I’m getting a car tomorrow so I’ll be able to come here without relying on him for a lift. I want to try that sauna as well.” “You’ve never been in a sauna Jade?” Ella asked. “No.” “Well it is hotter than in here, but a dry heat.” “Hmm, I’ll try it and see if I like it.” Just then John interrupted, “Sorry to disturb you two making friends but we need to be going Jade. We’re going to the Drunken Duck tonight.” “Oh yes, sorry John I forgot. Ella, I’m sure that we’ll bump into each other again, nice meeting you. Maybe we’ll do nude workouts together.” “Maybe.” Ella replied. John and I stood up and I saw that John had somehow managed to pull his short up so Ella wasn’t going to have the pleasure of seeing his cock. John led me to the Ladies changing room telling me to have a shower then get dried using one of the towels that I’d find in there. “Where’s my shoes and dress?” I asked. “Either in the workout room or in James’ office, I’m sure that you’ll find them.” John replied as he went into the men’s changing room. By the time that I’d showered, dried, dried my hair and got out to the reception John was there holding my shoes and dress while talking to Sandra. “Must remember to bring a hairbrush next time.” I said as I approached them trying to comb my hair with my fingers. “So you’ll be coming back again then Jade?” Sandra asked. “I certainly will, and some of the times on my own when John will be working hard. Will you be joining me in the workout room naked Sandra?” I asked. “Maybe, but I have to work here.” “Maybe James will let you have an hour off occasionally.” “Maybe.” “I’ll have a word with him,” John said, “that’s if you’re going to workout like Jade does. You two can show each other some moves and have a good laugh at the ogling men.” Both Sandra and I smiled and looked at each other. I could tell that I was going to get on well with Sandra. On the way home John confirmed two things, firstly that we were going to the Drunken Duck, but not until late on, and also that my new car was ready for collection. I was excited about both events. Just after 9 p.m. John told me to go and have a shower then put just a pair of heels on. I got a little excited wondering if John didn’t want me to put any clothes on, and I was nearly right. When I came out of bathroom he was sat on the bed and he got me to walk over to him. Stood between his legs he took my nipple piercings out then put just the barbells back in saying, “Don’t want anyone pulling on those D rings or chain.” That got me wondering what was going to happen. Then he got a package from behind his back and told me to open it. Feeling like it was Christmas or my birthday I quickly tore my way in to it and found a pink dog collar and leash “You got me one, and it’s a pretty one as well, thank you so much John, shall I wear it now?” “Give it to me and kneel down Jade.” “Since I’m down here can I give you a blowjob please?” John looked at his watch then nodded his head. My fingers went straight to the fastening on his jeans and soon my head was bobbing up and down. “Swallow it all Jade, then clean my cock.” When he reached his peak I backed off a little so that he was shooting into my mouth not my throat, then when he ran out of ammunition I backed off then showed him what was in my mouth. “Good girl, you know what to do now Jade.” I did, swallowing then showing him my empty mouth before licking his cock until only a very thin layer of my saliva remained. Then John fastened the collar around my neck. “That’s surprisingly comfortable John, you picked a good one, thank you.” “Only the best for my little exhibitionist nymphomaniac pet.” “I love you John Douglas.” “And I love you too Jade Peterson. Now let me attach this leash then we are ready to go.” “I’m going to the pub naked?” “What were you wearing when you left it last time Jade?” “Nothing.” “Question answered.” And we did. As we drove there I tried to do some quick maths to see if my statement of having spent more time in John’s car without clothes than with them and I think that the statement is still true. John parked outside the front of the pub in the little car park in the middle of the village. He told me that there was a bigger car park round the back but Ken only opened the gate if there was a function going on. It felt a little strange walking to the pub door wearing only shoes, the collar and the leash that John was holding the other other end ofOfJust as we got to the door a couple of young men were coming out and one of them said, “Bloody hell, I’m not leaving yet Simon.” “Neither am I.” Presumably Simon said as they turned and followed John and I in. Within seconds the whole pub was silent and about forty eyes were staring at me. My nipples and clit got bigger and harder and all three started tingling. On top of that, or should I say below that, I felt my pussy get wetter. It was Ken who broke the silence by saying, “Come on in John, your usual?” All of those eyes, six of them being in the heads of three young women, followed me to the bar where Ken added. “And what would you like to drink Jade?” “Surprise me Ken.” I replied. “I think that you are doing all the surprising in here Jade.” Ken replied, “although you do look a bit different from the last time I saw you.” “My nipple piercings? “They’re new aren’t they? But that’s not all of it is it?” “My collar?” “That’s new but there’s something else isn’t there?” Ken asked. I stepped back and pointed to my pussy. “Bloody hell yes, you’ve had ten years taken off you haven’t you Jade?” “That’s one way of saying it Ken.” I said, “Yes, I’ve had some cosmetic surgery, thanks to this kind young man that I’m attached to.” “Well I can’t blame him for wanting to keep you on a lease Jade. No, that surprise drink, what would you like?” “A cocktail, a strong one please, I think that I’m going to need a strong drink.” “One Ken’s version of a Negroni coming up for the young lady.” “So what’s with the collar and leash?” Ken asked John as he was getting our drinks. “Jade likes being tied up but that wouldn’t be too practical at the moment.” “No,” I added, “and I like to let everyone know who my boss is, who owns me.” “Are you going to show her to all the customers John, there’s a few townies in?” “After we’ve had our first drink and you’ve told me how the bookings for the function room are going.” “They’re not going bad actually John, the damn Train Spotters want the place in September, and I’ve had an enquiry from the CMNF Club for a dinner in October and the Multiple ‘O’ Club want to come, if you’ll excuse the pun, in September as well. There’s another booking for late August that might interest you, a photography Club want to hire the place for day in August, they want to use it as a base for doing their thing in the woods out the back.” “That sounds interesting, can you let them know that you have a model who will pose anyway and anywhere that they want?” “Sure, fancy a bit of outdoor flashing do you Jade?” “My trainer takes me jogging outside three times a week, through the woods, along a road and behind an industrial estate.” “I heard a rumour that a naked girl was chasing a man behind the industrial estate that one of the locals works at, that was you was it? I heard that you looked like you were chasing him to get him to fuck you.” “Yeah, that was me, Adam thought that it was better that I follow him rather than the other way round. He said that if he was following me people might get the wrong idea and call the police.” “Your Adam seems to be a sensible bloke.” “Yeah, he’s okay but I prefer it when John fucks me.” “You let your trainer fuck you Jade?” “John likes to watch.” “I bet he does. So you really like everyone seeing you naked Jade?” “I never used to but John has made me realises that I do, and that it is okay for men to see a girl naked.” “That’s certainly true Jade, most girls have very nice bodies that they should be proud of and not be ashamed to let men see them. Girls are so lucky, imaging a woman walking in here with a naked man on a leash, everyone would laugh at the man whereas no one is laughing at you Jade, all the men are lusting after your body and the girls here are more than likely very jealous of you, your courage and your body. You are one very lucky girl Jade.” “I know, and I’ve got John to thank for that.” By then John was getting towards the end of his pint of Pigswill and my Negroni was making me a bit tipsy. As John swallowed the last of his pigswill he said, “Right Jade, are you ready to let the customers get their hands on that gorgeous body?” “Oh yes please.” John led me to the nearest table and asked who wanted to put their hands on me. Sat at the table were four elderly, male locals and the nearest one said, “Come and sit on my lap for a couple of minutes luv.” I looked at John and saw him nodding so I sat on the man’s lap. His arm went round me and his other hand went to my tits. “These are nice young lady, do these (my barbells) hurt or make you loose any sensation?” “It hurt a little when they first went in then they ached whilst they were healing but no. You’ll make me cum if you keep doing that to them.” “Sorry about that young lady.” “Don’t be sorry, I like having orgasms.” “Even in a place like this?” “Especially in a place like this.” “Hey guys, did you hear that, this girl wants us to make her cum.” All of a sudden the tingling that I’d had since we walked through the door got a lot stronger and my pussy got a lot wetter. John started gently pulling on the leash so I said, “Thank you sir but I have to move on now.” I stood and moved to the next man, the first man loudly saying, “She’s left a wet patch on my trousers.” John ‘led’ me to the next elderly man and I again sat on his lap but this guy was a bit more adventurous and one of his hands moved to my thigh, high up my leg. I eased my knees apart and the man could just about touch my clit. “That’s a real pretty pussy that you’ve got there Jade, do you mind if I rub it a little?” “I don’t mind.” I replied, and his rough finger started to rub my clit. Unfortunately for the old man, and me, John didn’t let me stay there for long before he ‘led’ me to the next old man who’s hand also zeroed in on my clit but again John obviously had no intention of letting the old man take me to, and over the edge, and it was the same for the fourth old man. I thought that it was a bit of a shame because, I guessed, that all four of them hadn’t had their hands on a young pussy for lots of years. The next table had two young couples sat at it. All four looked around my age and the two guys were smiling as John ‘led’ me over to them. “Who would like to put their hands on my body?” I asked as I looked at both the young men. I could tell that they both did but at the same time I guessed that they didn’t want to upset their girlfriends by groping the naked girl in front of them, but one of the guys had the courage to say, “You don’t look old enough to be in here Jade, that is your name isn’t it? “Yes it is,” I replied, “and I assure you that I am old enough, I’m nineteen.” “You’ve only got tiny tits and that pussy looks like it belongs to a girl half your age.” “That’s because I’ve had cosmetic surgery.” “I thought that FGM was illegal.” One of the girls said. “This wasn’t FGM, I can still function just the same as any girl, maybe even better. Last chance to see what I feel like.” John didn’t give them much of a chance to grope me because he gently pulled on the leash and led me to the next table which had just two men sat at it. Both looked to be in their late twenties and neither were shy about coming forward and openly groping me. Even as I sat on the first man’s lap his hand was on my pussy but he was more interest in finger fucking me that playing with my clit. That man didn’t quite make me cum because John gently pulled on the leash before that could happen, and it was the same with the second man at that table. It was a frustrated me that was ‘led’ to each of the rest of the tables and at each table and each person John gently pulled on the leash before I could actually cum. When I was ‘led’ from the last occupied table John left me standing in the middle of the room whilst he carried over an unoccupied table and put it in the middle of the room. “Up,” was all that John said and I climbed on and lay back on my elbows with my legs wide apart and facing most of the people in the room. “Practise for the ‘O’ Club Jade.” John said. I smiled and my right hand went to my pussy. “Would someone time thirty minutes please?” John asked. My first orgasm came quite quickly, me laying back because my left hand was needed to play with my nipples. I verbally, and quite loudly, let everyone know that I was cumming just before my body started shaking and jerking, me being more turned on that embarrassed that lots of strangers were watching me masturbate. As I was coming down from that high the fingers on my right hand kept working and after four or five minutes I was climbing up there again. Five times in total I reached that edge and I jumped over before three different people said that my thirty minutes was up. I was pleased because it was one more orgasm than the previous ‘O’ Club practise but my hand and wrist ached and I was shattered. Ken appeared above me with a large glass of cola in his hand. “Amazing Jade, just amazing. Here, get some of this down you.” “Thanks Ken, I need that.” I replied as I sat up. “Very good Jade,” John said, “you’re really getting into this pubic sex aren’t you. I might just fuck you next time, or would you prefer it if the public fucked you and I just watched?” “Both.” I replied. Just then Ken called TIME and people started leaving. One of the locals came over to John and me and asked John if my stripping and playing with myself was going to be a regular thing. “You’d better ask Jade mate, it’s her body.” I didn’t wait for the elderly gentleman to ask me and I replied, “I hope so, it was great fun, but I don’t know which nights it will be, it depends of so many things. I’ll try to get here at least once per week and things probably won’t stop where they did tonight.” “I’d better not pass that bit on to the missuss, thanks Jade.” “Well done Jade.” John said. “What, it was the truth.” “I know, it was you saying that you didn’t know which night we’d be here, that means that he will try to come here more often hoping that you’ll be here and that he doesn’t miss the nights that you are here. That means more profit for Ken and I.” “I didn’t think of that, maybe my subconscious did.” “Another drink?” Ken asked. “But it’s passed closing time.” I said. “The law says that I can’t SELL alcohol after time I’ve but I can still give it away.” “Ah. I see.” I replied, “but no thanks, and John’s driving.” “That’s right Ken.” John said, “we need to be going as well, busy day tomorrow.” John took hold of the leash and led me out to the car and as I got it I said, “Will I ever spend more time in here with clothes on than without them?” “Not if I can help it.” John replied and we drove home with one of John’s hands spending most of the time between my legs and toying with my clit. It was a good job that a towel now lives on that seat. It was a long and very enjoyable lovemaking session before we finally fell asleep. *****

Real World Update by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts before reading this. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Willow - Our New Family Member - Part 02 Jon had left for work when Willow got up on the Tuesday morning and after some breakfast we set off to go shopping in a nearby city. I put on just a light, thin summer dress and shoes and after seeing me Willow came out of her room wearing a similar dress, although the hem of hers was half way down her thighs and the cotton looked quite thick. I asked Willow who bought her the dress. “My mother last summer, why?” “It’s a bit long and not very thin.” I said as I looked at her. “I know, but it’s all that I’ve got.” I told her that I’d teach her to sow so that she can shorten her dresses and skirts herself, and maybe even make her own clothes, ones that are more appropriate for a hot little exhibitionist. Willow goggled. On the journey to the city we talked; me starting the conversation by saying, “I don’t know exactly what you and Jon talked about but I guess that gist of it was that if you do as your told; without question, then we will help you develop your skills to show-off your body whenever you want; is that right?” “Basically, yes V.” “And are happy with that? Is that what you want?” “Fuck yes V.” “Okay Willow; well the first thing that you need to master is where and when you swear. Both Jon and I aren’t bothered about your language but there are times and places when it isn’t appropriate. We’ll correct you when necessary and we expect you to learn from us.” “Sorry V.” “That’s okay; you’re young and still learning so we’ll forgive your mistakes; the first time. But if you make the same mistake more than once you will be punished.” “What sort of punishment are you talking about? Stopping my pocket money? Grounding me?” “Or maybe spanking your bare bottom or if you’ve been really bad, your pussy as well.” “Ouch; you’d really do that?” “Yes; we would.” “Wow; I’d better start being a quick learner.” “Another lesson for today is that some punishments are pleasurable as well.” “I don’t understand.” “Well Willow, some girls get pleasure from being spanked.” “Do you V?” “Yes.” “Does Kelly?” “Yes.” “Well that explains some of the sounds that came from their room. Will I cum if I get spanked?” “That’s a good question Willow; I don’t know. I do know that some of it is a state of mind; if you want to get turned on by being spanked then there’s a good chance that you will.” “Well I’d rather cum when I get spanked than ball my head off.” “You might do both.” “Hmm, I’m getting wet thinking about it; look.” Willow pulled her dress up, spread her legs as much as she could, put 2 fingers in her vagina then held them up for me to see. I turned my head to look, smiled then turned back to look at the road. “So I see. You’re such a horny little girl. Is your pussy ever dry these days?” “Nope.” “Okay Willow, today we are going to buy you some summer dresses, skirts, blouses, a couple of bikinis, some special knickers and bras; and I’m going to show you how you can deliberately flash your goodies and accidentally, on purpose, flash your goodies; all in and innocent way.” “Why do I need bras and knickers?” “Well the ones that I have in mind don’t have any material, just elastic or strings.” “’Strings only’ bras and knickers! That sounds interesting.” “I’ll make some for you. We’ll also get you some sex toys so that you don’t go searching for mine like you did with Kelly’s. It depends upon what we can find.” “Oops, I didn’t think that she knew.” “Another thing that you have to learn is that if you use something you put it back exactly where you found it. That’s how Kelly discovered that you’d used hers.” “Does that mean that you’re going to buy some for me?” “Yes, but there’s always a better selection online so we’ll look tonight.” “And another thing to learn young lady is that a lot of successful flashing is done when you are wearing clothes. You don’t have to be naked to flash. Carelessly opening your legs; or leaning forwards so that your blouse hangs down letting your victim see down your top are just 2 ways that you can do it without the risk of getting into any trouble. At the swimming pool a bikini bottom that hangs below your crotch can be fun. Bending over or squatting down in a short skirt. There are lots of opportunities and they’re easy to find; when you’re looking. If anyone says anything you can just say that you didn’t realise. “Well whilst you are doing that I need to tell to that you should never squat down to pick something up, always stand with your feet apart and bend at the waist keeping your knees straight. If you do have to squat down do it so that whatever you have to pick up is between your knees.” Another good way to expose your body is to have a ‘wardrobe malfunction’.” “A what?” “A wardrobe malfunction. Where a button pops open revealing you breasts, a loose fitting skirt ‘accidentally’ slides down your thighs, a see-through dress. Things like that. All planned but looking like an accident. It’s not my fault that that button popped off officer. It felt okay when I put the skirt on officer, or I didn’t realise that this dress was see-through, I guess that the lights at home aren’t very bright, and no one told me. Or another example, have you seen a girl come out of the toilet with her skirt tucked in the top of her knickers?” “Yeah, a girl a school did it and we all laughed at her.” “Well, I’m sure that it was an accident but what if you did it on purpose?” “But I don’t wear knickers V.” “True, but what if you were wearing a light-weight dress and a shoulder bag, and the dress or skirt rode up as you walked and the bag helped it on its way? You could easily show your butt or pussy to the whole world and pretend that you didn’t know what had happened.” “I like that idea.” “I’ve done it a few times then when someone pointed out my expose I pretended to be so shocked and embarrassed. One time I ran out of the building pretending that I was mortified then had a long laugh; and wiped my pussy dry. That’s accidental exposure, then there’s deliberate exposure.” “Like when Riley and I stripped in the park and talked to those boys from school.” “Exactly; that can get you in real trouble if you’re not careful. You have to pick your time and place and then act like it is perfectly normal for you to be naked. You picked the right place and time with Riley but you have to be careful. Walking into a church or a council office is likely to result in a trip to the police station; whereas walking out of a shop changing room naked to get a different size dress will, at worst, get you thrown out of the shop. A lot of shops will just try to give you a bollocking; some will just ignore your nudity.” “Can we go to one of those please V?” “It’s mainly older women and religious people who will complain; the rest just don’t want to get involved; but they often sneak a quick look at you.” “So are the older women jealous then?” “Yes, they see a fat, wrinkly body when they look in a mirror but when they see a nice, slim young girl naked they wish that they had your body. As you say; jealousy.” I changed the subject, “Pubic hair!” “I ain’t got none. Plucked what little that I had.” “Good girl. I haven’t had the chance to have a good look at your pussy yet, but maybe you should stop plucking for a few days so that I can have a good look; get an idea when we can start treatment to get rid of it permanently.” “I haven’t plucked since I came to your house. Do you want to stop the car and have a good look now?” “Nice idea Willow but I don’t think that it’s necessary right now. There’ll be plenty of times later.” “Okay.” “Another thing that we have to organise is to get you signed up for a doctor, get you on the pill and get you properly examined by a gynaecologist.” “Why, everything works and I don’t feel unwell; and Zack wouldn’t fuck me so there’s no chance of me getting pregnant; or is Jon going to fuck me?” “I’m sure that he will; when he thinks that you are ready for it; but you need to be registered with a doctor, we’ll go to the one that Jon knows and both him and I use, he’s nice man and he knows how to do a proper examination of a woman.” “Oh, I’m ready for it; and what’s a ‘proper’ examination?” “One where the doctor establishes that all of your parts work as they should do.” “Does that include making sure that I can cum?” “Well it did with me, he’s a nice man and I’ll ask him to do the same with you. I’m sure that he’ll do it; he appreciates an attractive female body.” “Goody; I’ve never had a man make me cum yet. What about this gyno whatsit?” “Well, the local doctors cover the basics but gynaecologists are specialists in female reproductive organs.” “You mean pussy.” “And the internal parts; these gynaecologists do a more thorough check of your body, check things that the local doctors possibly don’t know about.” “Does that mean that he’ll give me a better orgasm?” “Maybe. Oh, and going on the pill may just make your boobies grow a bit faster.” “I don’t want big tits; yours look nice V. Your size will do me just fine.” “Well let’s hope that yours don’t grow into melons. How big are your mum’s?” “Not very big, I looked at one of her bras one and it said that she was an ‘AA’ cup” “With a bit of luck yours won’t get bigger than that.” By that time we were in the city centre and looking for the car park that I wanted to use. As we walked out of the car park and towards the shopping centre a little gust of wind caught our skirts. Mine blew up around my waist but Willow’s didn’t get high enough to reveal her bald little pussy or butt. “I’ve just seen your butt V.” “And did you notice that I didn’t push my skirt down as soon as it went up?” “Yeah; you didn’t put your arms down did you?” “No; that was one of the things that Jon stopped me doing. I don’t expect you do that either.” “In this dress there’s no chance of anyone seeing anything.” “That’s one of the reasons we’re going shopping. If the wind blows on the way back to the car I expect to see your skirt up around your waist.” “Does that come in the category of an ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunction?” “Yes, you have no control over the wind.” “I like wind.” The first shop that we went into specialises in ‘young teens’ clothes. Because of my height and weight I’m familiar with this chain of stores and I was hopeful that we’d find a few things that would fit Willow. We selected a few summer dresses, skirts and tops and headed for the changing rooms. This chain of stores has a separate changing room with curtained cubicles. I selected a cubicle that was facing the entrance and pulled the curtain back. “Okay Willow, get naked and start trying things on.” “Shall I close the curtain and come out each time that I’ve put something on?” “Have you noticed that I selected a cubicle that faces the entrance?” “Oh yes; I get it; you want anyone coming in to see me naked or partially dressed.” “Don’t you? It might be a man that comes in with his young daughter. And Willow, strip naked each time that you change.” “Hell yes, that’s one of the reasons why I used to go to clothes shops on the way home from school in London.” “So you’ve been flashing that cute little body to more than the boys in your school?” “Yep; it’s so much fun; it makes my pussy tingle and wet.” “You’ll have to tell me about those times. Tell you what, not now, wait and tell Jon as well. He likes to hear about me being caught naked so I’m sure that he’ll like hearing about your adventures.” “Will you tell me all about the adventures and fun that Kelly says you have had V?” “Yes, we will, but not now, we’d still be out shopping next month.” By the time that we’d finished talking Willow was naked and deciding what to try on first. I was stood outside the open cubicle, but to one side. With it being Easter Tuesday there weren’t a lot of shoppers around and most of those who were out were teenage girls; and just to prove that, one came into the changing room and smiled when she saw the naked Willow. Willow smiled back and said, “Hi.” We spent a good 40 minutes in there with Willow getting naked before she tried each item on. There’s a big, full length mirror at the end of the 2 rows of cubicles and Willow came out to look at herself from a distance. What Willow didn’t tell me until after the other girl had left, was that the other girl had left her curtain open and was letting Willow look at her naked body when she was looking in the big mirror. “She was rubbing her pussy and pulling on her nipples as well V.” Willow said. “Did it get you wet?” I asked. “A bit; I wanted to take my dress off and do the same; but I didn’t.” “Next time that happens do it. I remember one time, well a few actually, when I’ve been in a cubicle with the curtain open and a girl has gone into the cubicle opposite and we’ve masturbated whilst watching each other.” “Cool; I can’t wait to do that.” We left that shop with Willow wearing one of the short, summer dresses that we bought and a few bags of other clothes; nearly all of them see-through to one extent or another. “Can you shorten this skirt for me?” Willow asked. “I want it to just cover my pussy and butt.” “No; but I can show you how to do it.” “Cool; I can make it even shorter then.” “If you make it so short that your butt and pussy are on display all the time you won’t be able to wear it in public Willow.” “Why not?” “You might get arrested.” “Oh; I hadn’t thought of that.” “Tell you what; we’ll get you a few skirts and dresses that you can adjust the hem height without them falling back down on their own.” “I’m going to enjoy living with you and Jon V.” I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me. “Hey careful V; you’ll flash my butt to those people behind us.” “Not complaining are you Willow?” “Hell no; do you want to put your arm around my waist and ‘accidentally’ pull my dress up?” I did, and her butt and pussy were exposed for a few seconds before I let go of her. We went into a couple more shops and left with about a lot of tops, some skirts and some dresses that were all shorter than anything that she’d arrived at our house with; and, again, nearly all of them were see-though to some degree or other. Both of us got a couple of tops that we can wear as dresses. We got them from a shop that has the changing cubicles in the main shop and both our naked bodies were flashed to a couple of men who were in there with their partners. One man saw both of us naked at the same time and to make sure that he got a good look I lifted the top up and off and pretended to get it caught in my hair for a couple of seconds. “Did you see what I did in there Willow?” I later said. “The caught hair trick? I did that in a shop in London and nearly wet myself as 2 men stared at me.” “Hmm; who’s the teacher and who’s the pupil here?” “If my hands weren’t full I’d hug you V. Can we get something to eat please? I’m starving.” “Of course we can; I’m a little hungry as well. Where do you want to go?” “Is there a McDonalds around here? “Yes, just around the next corner; but we’re not going to make a habit of eating fast food. Neither of us want to get fat do we?” “We’ll have to do a lot of exercise won’t we V.” “Maybe we can find a gymnastics club where we can both go.” “I don’t want you in the same class as me V; I want my tits and pussy to be the centre of attraction, not sharing that pleasure with you.” “I hope that you’re not suggesting that I would flash my goodies are you young lady? Middle-aged ladies don’t do that sort of thing.” “You’re not middle-aged V; you look like my older sister.” “That’s what Jon said last night.” “Whilst he was fucking you?” “Were you watching us?” “No, I was asleep but I watched you this morning. You shouldn’t have left your door open.” “We never close the doors; it’s not worth it. We’re usually there on our own.” “Not any more V. Tell you what; I’ll never close my door as well and you can watch me playing with my pussy.” “One thing that I’ve learnt about you the last couple of days Willow is that you don’t care where you are when you get the urge to masturbate.” “Nope.” “Do you do it in class at school?” “Yep.” “Has a teacher caught you doing it?” “Yep; he just smiled at me.” “I bet that he did. I’ve got a story to tell you some time about my friend Debby and what she calls ‘pussy power’.” “Cool, I can’t wait. I assume that it includes letting teachers see her pussy.” “Yes it does. Have you been doing that Willow?” “Yep; Riley and I had a competition one day to see how many teachers we could get to see our bald pussies. I won, five to three.” “My gawd Willow; you really are a lucky girl; I’m so jealous.” “You could go back to school and do it V.” “Been there, done that. I’ll tell you all about it one day. Now, let’s get some food and I’ll show you how all girls should sit in a fast food joint.” We went in and stood at one of the big ordering screens. I let Willow do all the touch screen ordering whilst I looked around to take-in the layout of the place and who was in there. As we were stood there four workmen came in and were staring at Willow and her top that barely covered her naked butt and pussy. “You’ve got some admirers Willow.” I said. She turned and looked at the workmen then smiled at them. Then she said, “They were looking at you as well V; your dress is as short as mine and you do look like my slightly older sister.” I put my arm round her shoulder and pulled her to me; in the process pulling her ‘dress’ up a little to give the guys a look at more of her butt. “Hurry up Willow,” I said, “I want to pick a table where we can flash those guys.” “How do you know that they’ll sit at a table where we can do that V?” “Men are so predictable Willow; the way that they looked at you I just know which table that they’ll sit at, especially if we sit at the table that I’ve picked.” Willow finished our order and I handed her my credit card. Once we got the receipt I ushered her to the table and the seats that I’d picked. It was a table out in the main seating area but 2 of the seats on one side were missing. That meant that anyone sat at the table opposite the 2 seats that were still there, would have an unrestricted view of our bare legs up to our waists; especially if we sat lazily. “Just sit there with your legs uncrossed and your knees together Willow.” I said. “But that will mean that those men won’t be able to see my pussy.” “Willow, one thing that you need to know is that the tease is a major part of flashing. Let them anticipate you making a mistake and accidentally flashing your pussy. You’re getting all tingly and wet anticipating them sitting at that table and looking at you aren’t you?” “Yes, of course.” “And it’s the same for them; they’ll get hard just looking at your legs and hoping that you’ll accidentally open them.” “I won’t ‘accidentally’ open my legs; I’ll deliberately open them.” “And just before you do, lie back in your seat so that it’s not just your bald pubes that they’ll see then open them quickly then close them a few times just to tease them some more.” “Yes V.” The men did come and sit where I expected them, well almost; they sat at 2 tables so that they all could stare at us whilst they ate. And yes, both Willow and I teased them something rotten. As we sat there with our legs closed Willow said, “This is torture V. I just want to spread my legs and let them look at me.” “Patience Willow. Wait until Jon tortures you by taking you to the edge of an orgasm then backs off over and over. It will drive you crazy.” “And keep your back straight Willow; posture is important. Watch their faces.” I whispered. “I’d rather watch their cocks.” After most of our burgers were gone I whispered to Willow to tell her to get lazy with how she sat. She managed 2 quick flashes before her knees stayed wide apart. All four men had grins on their faces. We finished our food then sat there pretending to finish our drinks, whispering, and letting the cool air blow around our pussies. It was ages before the men finally finished their food then I whispered, “We’re leaving now, but when you stand up, bend over with your back to them to pick up your bags. Take your time; it’s difficult to pick up all those bags isn’t it?” “Err yes V.” And that’s what we both did, giving the men one last look at our butts and slippery wet pussies. As we started walking I said, “Bye boys; the toilet’s down at the end if you’ve got something that you need to take care of.” Two giggling girls with wet pussies left McDonalds. We did some more shopping with us both getting naked in the changing rooms and flashing some of the other shoppers. I went out into the main part of one shop totally naked to get a different sized dress. A young couple saw me and so did one of the staff. She shook her head sideways as if to say ‘you shouldn’t be out here like that,’ but she had a big grin on her face as she watched me. Willow was jealous so I told her that she could do the same in the next shop that we went into. And she did. I went with her, just in case, and she wouldn’t go back into the changing room until a man had seen her. A girl older than her stared at her all the time and she came over to me and said, “She’s hot isn’t she?” “Hot. If you go and try something on I’ll ask her to play with her pussy for you to watch.” “What?” “Go and get naked and she’ll play with her pussy for you to watch.” Just then a youngish couple came to that part of the store and the man saw Willow; and she saw him. She smiled and stared back for a few seconds before turning and walking back to the changing room. The changing cubicle that we were using was obvious because all the bags and clothes all over the place and as we walked in to it I saw the lone girl voyeur in the cubicle opposite pulling her jeans down. “Play with your pussy for your admirer Willow.” I said. “What? Oh yes.” She replied as she looked the way that I was nodding. Within seconds the 2 naked teens were enjoying a mutual masturbation session. Willow was the first to cum, closely followed by the other girl; who seconds later got a pang of guilt and quickly got dressed and left; leaving her knickers on the floor. “That was nice Willow.” I said when we were alone again. “Did you ever do that with that Riley girl?” “Yes; but we got caught just before we came and we had to do a runner. Will you make yourself cum while I watch V?” “Any time that you want Willow; I’m not at all shy.” “That’s what I figured.” “Well not right now, we’ve got more shops to visit. Then we’ll go home and start shopping online. I know a couple of sites that we can get you some see-through sleeveless leotards and swimming costumes.” “I don’t want any bras or bikini tops.” “You’ll like the ones that I’m thinking of.” One of the other shops that we went in to was a lingerie shop and we both left with a couple of see-through nighties that we can wear as dresses. We walked back to the car with our arms full of bags. The wind was still around and this time all Willow did when our ‘dresses’ went up above our waists was to giggle and look around to see who was looking at her. Unfortunately, only one oldish man was watching and I told Willow that we’d made his day. “That’s what Riley said when we flashed old men on the underground.” “So mature for your age.” I said, “I can see that you’re going to have a lot of fun. I wish that I was your age again.” “You can have the same fun as well V. After all, you’re my slightly older sister now.” “You’re putting ideas in my head little one.” “Ha, you call me little but if you take those heels off V you’re only a couple of centimetres taller than me.” “Okay wise guy.” We got home just before Jon, and while I got some food ready Jon got Willow to model everything that we’d bought. When Willow was taking the clothes upstairs Jon came into the kitchen and said, “She’s so like you V; I’m going to have trouble keeping my hands off her.” “Why bother resisting Master, she’s got the maturity of someone 10 years older than she is.” “And the body that you had, just about still have, when you moved in with me.” “She called me her older sister today.” “Yes, I can see people coming to that conclusion.” After some food, Willow and I spent about 3 hours on the internet, ordering lots of clothes and toys that can’t be bought on the high street. We found a remote control vibrator that is really ‘remote’ controlled. It can be controlled by a mobile phone app so anyone anywhere in the world can control it. Together with Face Time messaging someone at the other side of the world can make you cum and watch you cumming. The only err ‘interesting’ thing about them is that they have a pink tail about 5 centimetres long, that stays outside your vagina. It’s flexible so you can sit on it without hurting yourself. “It’ll be great letting people see your pussy with that sticking out of it.” Willow said. We ordered two. “If all this lot arrives before you find a school for me, can I open the door for the delivery guy please V?” Willow asked. The next couple of days were spent with more clothes, material and teenage girl’s essentials shopping; and me teaching Willow how to sow so that she could modify her clothes to reveal as much as she wanted; and her trying on all her modified clothes; and most of mine in the evening for Jon. She also talked me into taking her into the punishment room and showing her some of the equipment in there. I wouldn’t let her try anything, telling her that Jon’s approval would be needed. After that visit Willow got me to go online and other some handcuffs, a ball gag and a collar for her. She wanted everything to be pink. We took Willow to see the doctor that Jon hand I use on the Thursday evening. It’s a 30 minute drive away but I knew that it would be worth it. The doctor is very sexist and I suspect that he would like all girls to be his slaves. As we drove there, Jon turned to Willow and told her that we were going to be with her all the time and that no one was going to hurt her. “It’s a doctor that we’re going to see isn’t it? I’m only going to get put on the pill. Doctors don’t hurt people; do they?” “No Willow.” I said, “no one will hurt you.” I turned to Jon and gave him a quizzical look. He just smiled. The doctor’s surgery was all locked-up when we got there and Jon had to phone him to let us in. It wasn’t the doctor that I was expecting. After a couple of words with Jon, the doctor turned to Willow and me and said, “Right you two; get naked NOW.” I, of course, started unfastening my dress without question, but Willow hesitated for a couple of seconds until she saw me stripping; then she too got naked. Of course it only took seconds but we were still outside in the open. Cars were driving by but I didn’t see any pedestrians as he held the door open and told us to go inside. We were led to a largish room that had an examination couch and a gynaecologist’s chair. I looked at Willow and saw that she looked a bit apprehensive. I smiled at her to try to reassure her. The doctor turned to Jon and said, “I take it that the young one is the one that needs the contraceptive.” Jon nodded. “Right girl;” the doctor said to Willow; “Up on that chair and lift your feet into those stirrups.” Willow did as commanded then looked a little worried as the doctor opened a bag and got out some leather straps. He then strapped her arms and legs to the chair leaving her pussy spread wide open. He turned to me and said, On the couch girl. Within 2 or 3 minutes I too was strapped down, spread eagled and wondering what he was going to do to me. “I see from your notes that you haven’t visited a doctor for over a year; it’s best that I give you a decent check-up before I start on the girl. She can watch so that she knows what to expect when it’s her turn.” I looked at Jon then Willow. Jon was stood next to Willow and smiling. Willow was holding his hand and looking a little nervous. I looked around the room and saw four cameras looking down at Willow and me. I wondered what, where, and whom the video streams were going to. The doctor then mauled both my tits like doctors do when feeling for lumps, but then he started playing with my nipples; which were, of course, rock hard by then. After both hurting me a little and making me moan with the pleasure, he smiled then moved down to press on different parts of my abdomen before sliding a finger along my very wet, hairless slit. I watched him smile then heard him say, “You were right Jon, she’s really enjoying this. She’s wetter than any other woman I’ve examined.” “Willow is as well. Her lips are swollen and wet; and that’s before you’ve touched her doctor.” Jon said. “I’ll get to her in a minute, but first I need to finish this one off. She appears to be in good health, you must have trained her well.” “He does.” I replied. The doctor looked at me with an expression that told me that he didn’t expect me to speak. I decided to play along with him. It wasn’t long before a speculum was inserted into my vagina and he was shining a torch inside me. “Good, good; it all looks good in there.” He said before pulling the speculum out of me without reducing its spread. “Sexual response time.” The doctor said just before he started rubbing my clit. Of course, it was only a few seconds before I was cumming and my body was jerking about as much as the restraints would allow. Only he didn’t stop rubbing and added finger fucking me to keep me up there. The orgasm finally subsided but the doctor kept going until I peaked, then exploded again. As the second orgasm subsided, with his hands still busy working on my pussy, I heard him ask Jon if I could manage a third orgasm. “And more.” Jon replied. The doctor worked on my pussy for the few seconds that it took me to cum again. “I think that that will do. She does look like she can give a lot more if I continued. Maybe I could enter her in the club’s number of orgasms in 15 minutes challenge Jon. You should consider it Jon; she’ll make a great contestant. “You’ll have to tell me more about this club sometime. Do they allow under-age members? I have another pussy to take into consideration these days.” Jon replied. “Yes, they do, we have a number of girls in the Junior’s section. Now let’s see if this girl is a potential member.” The doctor turned to Willow and said, “Relax sweetie. You’ve seen what I just did to Vanessa, are you happy for me to do the same to you?” “Fuck yes.” Willow replied; “I’ve never cum 3 times in a row before.” Both Jon and the doctor smiled as the doctor stepped over to Willow. “Right girl, I understand that this is your first gynaecological examination. Not to worry; you’ll leave here looking forward to you next one. But before I start I need to ask you a few questions.” He proceeded to ask her a few questions about her general health and when Willow told him that she used to be in her old school’s gymnastics team he appeared to skip a few questions about her agility. “Now, about your sexual activity girl; have you had sexual intercourse? “Not with a penis, I’m hoping that Jon will put that right soon.” “You’ve masturbated and used dildos then?” “Yes.” “How often?” “Two or 3 times a day before I moved up here a few days ago.” “Have you put other objects in there?” “Yes.” “All clean I trust.” “Yes, I washed the vegetables before using them.” “Good. What about vibrators?” “Yes, when I could borrow them but I’m getting some of my own now.” “And did all these vegetables and vibrators make you orgasm?” “Yes.” “I’ll need to see that happen later. But I’ll start the examination with your breasts.” As he groped her he explained what he was doing and told her that she should do it to herself at least once a month. Willow just managed to say, “Only once a month?” before she gasped as the doctor pulled on both her nipples. Willow moaned as the doctor rolled, twisted and flicked her nipples. “That was nice.” She said when he stopped. As I lay there watching, and noting that my arousal was rising again, I realised that it was the first time that I’d got a good look at her pussy when she is aroused. I was pleased to see that she has very little labia minora and a large, for her age, clit sticking out between her labia, the hood not completely covering it. I could see that she was going to get a lot of pleasure from that pussy. Previously when I had looked at her pussy she had not been aroused and her pussy is just a slit, a seam or a line, call it what you like, and her clit is hidden inside. Her moaning started again as the doctor’s hands worked their way down to her stomach then her pussy. “So much fluid for a young girl.” The doctor said as he lifted his hand up to show us. “I can see that we won’t be needing the K-Y jelly.” I smiled and thought, “Good girl.” Willow couldn’t hold back her first orgasm and came just as the speculum touched her vagina. “Hmm; that doesn’t happen very often.” The doctor said as he easily slid the whole length of the speculum inside Willow; even though her little body was trying to writhe and jerk about. Willow’s expression changed to disappointment as the speculum slid out of her, but it soon changed as one of the doctor’s fingers found her clit. As he started rubbing Willow’s little clit it was only seconds before she moaned then started jerking about as much as her restraints would allow. Two more orgasms later, the doctor removed his hands and turned and said, “An amazing libido for a girl so young. It looks like you’ve got yourself a real winner here. I’ll definitely give you the club details Jon, this one will beat the pants off the other girls in the Junior’s section.” “I don’t wear pants.” Willow said. All 3 adults turned to face her and smiled. “Right,” the doctor said as he started to unfasten the restraints, “I’m quite happy prescribe the contraceptive for the girl. We don’t want her to get pregnant for at least 20 years do we?” “I don’t ever want to have a baby.” Willow said. The doctor smiled then replied, “You may change that opinion later in your life.” “I doubt it.” Willow said. Willow and I stood and watched the doctor write the prescription for Willow then he put out his right hand for Jon to shake it. As they shook hands the doctor said, “I’ll text you the club details Jon. These 2 will be a great asset to the club.” “I’ll think about it.” Jon replied. As the doctor started leading us to the door to leave both Willow and I picked up our dresses and started to put them on. “Not yet girls; let’s see how many people are outside first.” “I’m going to be naked on the street?” Willow asked. We were, but as the car park was right next to the surgery I don’t think that anyone saw us. “Where did you find him and what’s this club that he mentioned?” I asked Jon as the car started moving. “Our doctor recommended him; he thought that you might appreciate a different pair of male hands on you.” I smiled at Jon and said, “And this club?” “I don’t know; it’s the first I’ve heard of it. When I get his text I’ll do some research. It may be fun watching you 2 cumming in front of lots of people.” “Please Jon,” Willow said, “I want to cum in front of lots of people.” “Maybe little one; we’ll see.”

My Boyfriend likes to expose me or perhaps it should be called The exhibitionist in denial by Vanessa Evans Part 11 – More humiliation --------------------------------- Impromptu Party --------------------- So there we were one Saturday evening, at home on our own. We’d decided to experiment with a bit of bondage and Ryan had ordered a couple of thing from the internet. Early in the evening Ryan had stripped me and put the ankle cuffs on me and attached them to a spreader bar. He also put wrist cuffs on me and joined them behind my back. I was sat on the front edge of the sofa leaning back with Ryan teasing my nipples and pussy and slowly bringing to the edge then stopping, again and again. I was wearing my nipple barbells, but not my clit one, and Ryan kept pulling them. He’d been telling me that he’d like to leave me like that in a public park or beach and watch people’s reaction to seeing me. That got me scared, and excited. So did his threats to get some workmen round to fix something or other with me like that. Anyway, after about an hour or so of me pleading for him to give me the release that I needed, the doorbell rang. “Who the fuck is that?” I asked as Ryan stood up. “You’re not going to the door to find out – are you?” I started to panic a bit because I just knew that Ryan would open the door to find out who it was. He has no problem with other people seeing me naked; even though I get terrible embarrassed by it. As Ryan opened the door I heard him say, “Oh hi Karen, Emma; what brings you here?” “We decided to go to that pub just down the road from here and wondered if you two would like to join ……….. Fucking hell Ryan, what are you 2 up to?” Karen said as she walked in and saw me. “Bloody hell Tanya; I guess that this confirms that you really did enjoy being wheeled around town with those plaster casts on and your legs spread wide.” “How many times has Ryan made you cum with you like that?” Emma asked. “He hasn’t yet; he’s been teasing me for the last hour or so. Ryan, can you cover me up please?” I said. “Don’t cover her up because of us Ryan,” Karen said, “we’ve all seen that gorgeous body lots of times before.” Ryan didn’t cover me; instead he came and sat next to me while Emma and Karen sat opposite me. They both stared at my pussy for a while then Karen said, “Nice and puffy and wet Tanya; just how I like them. So, what do you two think? Do you fancy coming to that pub with us; or how about I go and get us some beer and we have a quiet night looking at Tanya’s pussy?” “Ryan, get me out of these things and I’ll go and get some clothes on so we can go out.” I said. “No, no,” Ryan said, “I like the idea of a few beers here.” Ryan got his wallet out and gave Karen some money and she stood up to leave. “You can stay here if you like Emma, I can manage on my own. You’re not going to release her are you Ryan?” “Hell no.” Ryan replied. “RYAN!” I said, knowing full well that he’d leave me naked in front of our friends, “At least cover me with something.” I pleaded. “I’ll get something.” Emma said, and off she went. I felt relieved, and grateful to Emma. While she was gone I again asked Ryan to free me, but he leaned over me, kissed me, ran a finger up my slit and said, “You’ll enjoy those two watching and maybe teasing you.” Emma came back and put a little face cloth over my belly button and said, “There you are Tanya, all decent now.” Both Emma and Ryan laughed then Ryan bent over me and folded the towel double so that my belly button was exposed; then said, “That’s better, I like looking at you belly.” “So Emma, you know what we’ve been doing for the last hour or so, what have you two been up to today? Ryan asked. Emma stared at my pussy, which got even wetter, as she told us about their day; how they’d got asked to leave a clothes shop for coming out of the changing rooms and going to get some more clothes to try on whilst still naked. I started to relax a bit as the conversation moved away from me and my pussy. A short while later the doorbell rang again. Emma opened the door and let Karen and the beers in. “Bloody hell Karen, you’ve got enough beer for a long night.” Ryan said as he went and helped her carry them to the kitchen and loaded-up the fridge. Ryan opened some bottles and they came and sat down again. Ryan had brought me a bottle and he kept holding it to my mouth to let me drink. As we talked I kept noticing Karen looking at my pussy, which kept it quite wet. After about 10 minutes the doorbell rang again. “I hope you don’t mind, but I phoned a few friends and invited them here.” Karen said. “WHAT! KAREN I’M NAKED.” In walked 4 men and 2 girls. All of them stopped and stared at me as soon as they saw me. I felt my blush extend from my face to my chest. My nipples got so hard that they hurt and my pussy gushed. “Blood hell Karen, you weren’t joking.” One of the guys (Gary) said. Gary is another guy that works with Karen and Ryan. I’d met him before, but he’d never seen me naked before – well apart from on skype from Greece. I didn’t know the others but that soon changed as Karen insisted on introducing them to me. They all stood in front of me looking down at my naked body as I blushed and gushed. Ryan kept putting the beer bottles to my mouth and almost pouring it into me as everyone took it in turns to come and talk to us, and stare at me, my rock hard nipples and soaking pussy, I was sooo embarrassed. Things got worse when Karen decided that I’d drunk enough. To stop me from having anymore she produced a ball-gag out of her bag and put it on me. I tried telling her not to but she ignored me. “Something I was thinking about using on Emma later.” Karen said. Everyone got a little drunk as I watched them watching me. After a while Emma brought a bottle of beer over to me and asked if I’d like some. I shook my head sideways and Emma said, “I know where we’ll put it,” and she proceeded to push it into my hole as I shook my head pointlessly. I was so wet that it didn’t take Emma long to get it so far in me that only the bottom inch was sticking out. “That was easy.” Emma said loudly; attracting the attention of anyone who hadn’t noticed what she was doing. “What else can we put in her?” Emma announced. “What’s this about a little party trick that I’ve heard you’re good at Tanya? This is a party; how about you show us?” Karen said. FIH had Ryan actually told Karen about the golf balls? I hoped not, but after a short pause Karen continued, “Where’s the golf balls Ryan?” “No, no, not here, not now.” I thought, and hoped, but Ryan stood up and walked towards the bedroom. Ten seconds later he was back, with the bag of golf balls in his hand. “Who wants to see how many they can get inside Tanya?” Ryan asked. Of course all the guys did; and amazingly, all the girls did as well. Karen grabbed the bag off Ryan and got down in front of me. I was shaking my head and trying to say, “No, no, please don’t do this,” but no one could understand the distorted sounds coming out of my stuffed mouth. Karen pulled the beer bottle out of me and I felt my hole close (well nearly). Seconds later she held a golf ball to my hole and gently pushed. My hole opened wider and swallowed the ball, much to the cheers from most of the people watching. Karen did the same with the second and third golf ball. Each time my pussy eagerly sucked the ball in. “What about another Ryan?” Karen asked. “Try it!” Ryan replied. Karen did, and everyone watched as it disappeared inside me. Just as everyone was applauding I felt my hole open and the ball started coming out. “Woah there Tanya, don’t push it out.” Karen said. “We’ve never been able to keep the fourth one in.” Ryan said. “How about if I try this?” Karen said as she pushed it back in and held it in with her finger. Of course, with her finger in my hole the ball stayed put. She experimented by removing her finger a couple of times, but each time my pussy muscles started to eject the ball. Karen held it in with one hand then started playing with my clit with the other hand. “I wonder if it will still come out when she’s cumming?” Karen said. “Oh no, please don’t make me cum in front of everyone.” I thought. My screams couldn’t get out and everyone was ignoring my head shaking. I didn’t last long, and started to spasm and cum. My hips trust up and down as everyone just stared at me. Sometime in the midst of my orgasm Karen removed her finger and joined the other in just watching me. I could feel the ball coming out, and heard it drop to the floor. As I calmed down I realised that everyone was clapping. I should have been happy that I had pleased everyone, but I was so ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated – and still horny. Why was I horny? I was ashamed of myself for being horny. Things went quiet for a minute then Ryan said, “Push them out Tanya.” I did, and the applause started again. I was so pleased that the ordeal was over. It is one thing being naked in front of friends and strangers but it’s so humiliating having things stuffed in my pussy and cumming as well. I wanted to crawl in a corner and die. But my ordeal wasn’t over. “Who else would like a go?” Ryan asked. Everyone moved forward. My screams went unheard again and my head shaking was ignored as Ryan took charge and said that everyone could have a go and he called for Gary to go next. Gary was obviously a little nervous at first because he took his time and only held the golf ball to my pussy. After a few seconds Ryan said, “Gently push it Gary.” Gary did and my hole opened and grabbed the ball. “That’s amazing.” Gary said as he presented the second ball to my hole. “Don’t be shy Gary, play with her clit.” Karen said. I saw Gary’s eyes look over to Ryan. He nodded and I felt Gary’s fingers squeeze my clit. As Gary squeezed, flicked and pulled my clit I felt the other balls go inside me. I started to cum again. The same thing happened with all the 6 guests (ha!). By the time I’d had 4 of the 6 orgasms I’d stopped trying to scream and object. I was getting tired. I was no longer able to squeeze the balls out and the last 3 (I think) people had to be content with just trying to get my pussy to keep the fourth one in. All failed as my pussy just wouldn’t accept it. The 2 unknown girls were the worst (or best); they really did punish my clit. When they had a hand free they tortured my nipples as well. The only person that didn’t push those balls into my hole and make me cum was Ryan. He just watched with a big grin on his face and a big bulge in his trousers. When they’d all had their turn I was totally knackered. I just lay there (not that I could go anywhere). Everyone started talking to each other and Ryan came and sat next to me and put his arm round my shoulder. I still had 3 of the golf balls inside me as Ryan told me that he was really proud of me; that he loved me so much. Most of my ordeal was over. With my head on his shoulder I soon went to sleep. I awoke about an hour (I think) later and realised that I only had 1 golf ball still inside me. I looked for Ryan and saw him talking to one of the girls. A couple of people had slices of pizza in their hand. “Where did that come from?” I thought – then I went back to sleep. The next time that I woke there was only Emma, Karen and Ryan there. Emma was getting undressed and Ryan was freeing me for my ordeal. I really wanted to tell him that I was really annoyed with him but after the pleasure that I’d experienced I just couldn’t do that. “Come on gorgeous, Emma and Karen need the sofa.” Ryan said. “I need a shower.” I mumbled as Ryan lifted me to my feet. “Can I have that last golf ball please TT; I’m not going to fuck you with that still inside you.” I opened my legs and squeezed. Seconds later there was a thump as the golf ball hit the floor. I didn’t even look at it as Ryan half carried me to the shower. Ryan joined me in the shower and he helped me wash all the sweat and my bodily juices off me; but we didn’t have sex in the shower. After he’d towelled me and put me into our bed Ryan spooned me and I fell asleep with him inside me. The next morning I staggered to the kitchen and made some coffee. As I took some back to bed I saw Karen and Emma on the sofa, and accidentally stubbed a toe on one of the golf balls. A couple of hours later I woke again and put a robe on. Ryan was cooking breakfast and Karen was standing at the window (naked), looking to see if she could see if mister perv was watching us. I guess that she wanted to tease him. Over breakfast Karen embarrassed me - again, by telling me that they’d ordered pizzas the night before and when the middle-aged Asian guy had delivered them they’d invited him in and let him have a good look at me as I slept. He’d been amazed when 1 of the golf balls came out of me while he watched. Fancy Dress Party ---------------------- We had another party at our place. Ryan decided that it was going to be a fancy dress party, and that people would only be allowed in if they were in fancy dress. I kept suggesting outfits that I could wear but Ryan kept telling me not to worry, and that he’d sort something out for me. He even said that the night before the party, and I was starting to get a bit worried. Anyway, a couple of hours before we expected the first people to arrive he disappeared then came back with this large cardboard box. It was the size of a coffin and I joked about it being a coffin. I got a little worried when he said, “Sort of.” He stood it on its end and went and got a pair of scissors and some sellotape then started cutting a hole in the top. I got more worried when he told me to go and have a shower and come back without getting dressed. The box was on its side when I got back and Ryan told me to slide into it. When I was in Ryan folded the flaps round my neck so that only my head was out of the box. “I’m not going to have much of a party like this.” I joked. “I promise you that you’ll have a fantastic party; one that you’ll remember for the rest of your life.” Ryan replied. I got a little more worried. Ryan checked where my feet were then made some adjustments before sealing that end of the box. It was like I was in a coffin, but with my head out. What Ryan did next really did worry me. He cut a hole about 6 inches in diameter right above my pussy; and a slot about 12 inches by 6 above my little tits. Then he rolled the box over and cut another 6 inch diameter hole above my butt. Next, he lifted the box up so that I was stood on my feet. I was stuck; all I could do was to move my head sideways. The only other thing that I could do, but didn’t want to do, was to lean on one side so that I fell over. “Okay Ryan, fun over, can you let me out please? I need to get ready for the party.” I asked. “You are ready for the party my love. That’s your fancy dress.” “You’re joking; I’m in a bloody box. The only part of me that’s visible is my head, and my …… oh no..” It dawned on me; Ryan wanted (was expecting) me to get groped through the holes in the box. “Ryan please don’t do this to me;” I pleaded, “I’ll get embarrassed and humiliated.” “And extra horny;” Ryan said, “I bet that you’ll be begging people to make you cum.” “I will NOT.” “Of course you will,“ Ryan said; “you love it when people see you naked and touch you.” “Only you.” “Liar,” Ryan said, “how many times have you cum while you’re naked in front of strangers, and when they’re touching you?” “Hundreds.” I whispered. “Right then, a few more times tonight then. You’ll love it” And he was right. Okay I love the orgasms, but it’s still embarrassing and humiliating. Just then the doorbell rang. “Hang on a minute.” Ryan shouted. Ignoring my protests Ryan went and got a blindfold and ball gag and put them on me. I resigned myself to a humiliating evening but at least I wouldn’t be able to see my tormentors. I heard voices, some I recognised and some that I didn’t. I felt my right nipple get squeezed and Karen said, “This is going to be fun Tanya. I’m really glad that you decided to be the entertainment tonight.” I wanted to protest and put her straight but there was no point. She wouldn’t be able to understand my garbled voice. The doorbell rang again and I heard more voices. Some were talking about me and occasionally I felt a hands come through the holes in the box. As time went on more and more hands came through the holes and the hands started getting more adventurous. My nipples were really getting abused and fingers invaded my wet pussy. I think that it was a girl’s hand that was the first that I realised was trying to make me cum; and she was good at it. Just as I realised that I was going to cum, the hand disappeared. After a few seconds it came back and took me over the edge. There were big cheers as someone told everyone that I was cumming. As I calmed down I heard Karen say, “Right, who’s next?” The next thing I felt was me falling. Fortunately someone caught me and stood me up again. Ryan asked me if I was okay but all I could do was mumble. More hands came into the holes and my body got tortured. Before long I was cumming, again and again. Someone removed the ball gag so that people could hear my moans and screams of pleasure; but the blindfold was left on. In a way I was glad that I couldn’t see who was pleasuring me; but at the same time, every time I saw one of our friends after that night I would be wondering if they had made me cum. I don’t know how many orgasms I had, but eventually my legs started getting a bit weak. I felt the cardboard pressing on my neck. Somehow I managed to tell Ryan that it was hurting. He must have realised that I was serious because he stopped the people who were currently groping me and lowered the box onto the floor. Then he ripped the sellotape off the top of the box and freed my neck. I was hoping that my torture and humiliation was over but it wasn’t. I heard Ryan say, “Okay, you can continue now.” The hands came back through the holes and I felt my legs spread as much as they could within the confines of the box. I couldn’t fight it so I just lay there and took the pleasure that was being inflicted on me. Eventually the hands and orgasms stopped and things went quiet. Then I went to sleep. When I woke up Ryan was cutting the cardboard and freeing me. When the blindfold came off Ryan and I were alone. Ryan helped me up and to the shower. All the time I kept repeating, “You bastard; you bastard.” When Ryan had dried me and put me on the bed the, “You bastard” changed to “fuck me.” He did. I never did find out if anyone who came to the party wore fancy dress. Whenever I asked Ryan, Karen or Emma they just changed the subject. When I next saw Karen and Emma they kept telling me how lucky I was to have someone like Ryan who always wanted me to have lots of sexual pleasure. I know that they are right; it’s just that I’d like to have a bit more say in how I get that pleasure. But there again, if I knew beforehand would these ‘events’ be as pleasurable? They’re spying on me --------------------------- One Saturday evening when we were out having a drink with Karen and Emma, Karen told me that she liked my new blue dress. After thanking her, I suddenly wondered when she’d seen it. I wasn’t wearing it that night and I’d only got it a couple of days before. I was confused and asked her when she’d seen me in it. “Yesterday morning when you were trying on different outfits.” “But yesterday was Friday, you were at work and I was at home on my own; how could you have seen me?” “Ooops!” Karen said, and looked at Ryan. “Thanks Karen.” Ryan said; then he turned to me. “TT, do you remember me bringing those 2 webcams home a couple of weeks ago and trying to get them working?” “Yeah, but you gave-up didn’t you?” “Well no, I did get them working and then I hid them, one in our bedroom and the other in the lounge.” “Switched on?” I asked. “Yes.” “So who have you given the IP address’ to? Who’s been spying on us?” I asked as I remembered a frigging session on the sofa after trying on various outfits the previous morning. Both Emma and Karen put their hands up. “Who else?” “Just some of the guys at work.” “Ryan! You’ve been letting your mates spy on me. How could you?” “They haven’t seen anything that they haven’t seen before. Besides, now that you know I bet that you’ll get all excited when we go to bed tonight.” “Well yeah, but that’s because of you.” “I bet that you get extra turned on tonight because there might be some man watching you.” I shut up then, Ryan was probably right but I wasn’t going to admit to it. “Hey babe,” Karen said, “You look so cute laying there fast asleep without the covers over you. If it wasn’t for Emma and Ryan I’d be hitting on you.” I said nothing and when we got home I switched the light off as I went into the bedroom to get undressed. It wasn’t long before Ryan had cheered me up, and before I knew it I was riding Ryan; with the light on. I woke up the next morning in a happier mood. Overnight I’d come to the conclusion that I didn’t care that Ryan’s mates were seeing me naked. After all, they’d all seen me naked before. It’s like mister perv over the road; I’ll just pretend that they’re not there. I didn’t want to think about Ryan’s mates giving the IP address to any of their friends. On the Monday afternoon after I got back from the shops I was feeling a little lonely and horny. After I’d put everything away I sat on the sofa and started thinking about Ryan. Before long I’d taken my top and skirt off and was having a slow frigging session thinking back to our holiday and the fun that we’d had. I had just cum and was enjoying the calm after the storm when my mobile rang. I cursed at being interrupted. It was Karen and she told me that she was in meeting that had stopped because of me. She told me that she’d left a window on her laptop open and accidentally opened it when starting a presentation. Me frigging myself had suddenly been displayed on the projector screen and the 4 people there (not Ryan) had made her open the window again so that they could watch me. Karen was phoning to thank me for the entertaining interruption. I blushed, clamped my legs shut then ran to the bathroom. After getting over the initial shock I realised that I was still horny as hell and I went back to the sofa and did it again. I have no idea if anyone was watching. Sometimes when I’m walking around naked at home, or pleasuring myself, I do wonder if Ryan, or anyone else, is watching me. I have to admit that it does get me excited – not that I would ever admit it; probably not even to Ryan. One warmish Saturday night ------------------------------------ One Saturday evening a while back, when the weather was reasonable, we decided to walk to a nice pub that we know. Ryan wanted me to wear just one of my floaty summer dresses; the one that is about mid-thigh long with the top scooped and loose fitting. If I bend forwards anyone who looks can see my tiny tits and nipples. In the pub we’d been sat opposite each other and Ryan had eased his legs between mine. I wasn’t bothered about that because the dress is long enough and there’s enough material to fall between my legs and for me not to be showing anything. The other thing was that the noise in the pub was such that I had to lean forward to hear Ryan at times. Again, I wasn’t bothered that Ryan was able to see my tits. I even felt good when I noticed where his eyes were looking. I never caught any of the men stood near us looking down my top. Anyway, we had a few to drink and were a bit ‘happy’ when we left. We decided to walk home via the park where I’ve had a bit of fun in the kids play area. When we got there we sat on one of those wooded benches that were there for the parents to watch their kids from. After a couple of minutes we started kissing and I turned sideways and sat on Ryan’s lap so that we could still kiss and Ryan could have easy access to caress my tits and pussy. It was late at night, and although the street lights were on, the place was deserted – or so we thought. After a few minutes Ryan had opened the buttons all the way down and my whole front was exposed. When we broke a kiss I suddenly thought that I saw someone in the nearby bushes. I told Ryan but he dismissed it saying that no one would be out there at that time of night. A bit later when Ryan was finger fucking me I definitely saw someone, a man, and he was in front of the bushes. Then I saw another man not far from the first man. I told Ryan who looked and said, “Oh good; let’s put on a show for them.” “What! I can’t do that.” I replied. “Yes you can TT, just pretend that they aren’t there.” I knew that it was pointless arguing so I resigned myself to the men seeing me naked, and probably more. At least we weren’t directly under one of the street lights. If I concentrated on what Ryan was doing to me perhaps I could just pretend that they weren’t there. Ryan soon got me close to an orgasm, but he stopped and just kissed me for a while as I calmed down. Then he did it again. This time as well as kissing me he eased my dress off me so that I was naked. When he broke the kiss he told me to stand up with my back to him. The 2 men got a full frontal view of me. Ryan told me to open my legs and stand either side of his legs; then he pulled me down. I’d been busy looking at the men and hoping that the street light weren’t bright enough for them to see my bits too well; and not realised that Ryan had got his cock out. When he pulled me down his cock found its home. I gasped, then relaxed. There was nothing that I could do except enjoy it and think of England. As I was bouncing up and down the 2 men came a lot closer. So close that I could have reached out and touched them – if I’d wanted to – which I didn’t. “She’s so young.” One of the men said. “Yeah, doesn’t she make you want to give her one?” The other said as he rubbed the crotch if his trousers. “Cum for daddy.” Ryan said. “Fucking hell!” The first man said. The second man unzipped his trousers and got his hard cock out. “No touching her; okay.” Ryan said. Both men nodded. I couldn’t help myself; I didn’t really want to have an orgasm in front of those men but I’d lost control of myself. I got quite vocal as the spasms hit me. I stopped caring where I was and who was watching me. Ryan kept me going up and down until another orgasm was starting to rise; then he stopped and held me tight as he shot his load inside me. We just sat there for a couple of minutes as we calmed down. I opened my eyes and saw the 2 men; they were both wanking as they stared at me. “Poppet, isn’t this the playground where you said that the ropes had made you cum?” Ryan said. I realised what Ryan was doing, and I’d already lost my inhibitions for the night. “Yes daddy, but can I play on the climbing frame for a bit first?” “Okay princess, but be careful.” I lifted myself off Ryan’s cock and immediately felt our juices start to run down my inner thighs. Ignoring it and leaving my dress on the bench, I ran over to the climbing and started climbing. I turned and looked back. The 2 men had followed me and 1 was climbing under the frame so that he could look up at me. I was glad that the street light weren’t as good as daylight. I giggled a bit to myself as I realised that my pussy might be dripping onto the man. I climbed all over that frame before Ryan said, “Okay princess, show daddy how good you are at climbing the ropes.” “Okay daddy.” I shouted as I got off the frame and ran to the ropes. “Ooow, it’s cold.” I said as I jumped up one of the ropes and pressed my pussy onto it. “Up you go.” I easily climbed to the top then wrapped my legs tightly round the rope, pressing it against my pussy. My clit told me that it was enjoying the cold pressure. “Slide down slowly Poppet.” Ryan said. I loosened my grip, probably too much because I slid down quickly. I managed to stop myself after about 3 feet; just as my first orgasm (second of the night) arrived. I hung on for dear life as I screamed and shook. Just as I started to get my composure back I looked down. Three men and 2 cocks were looking up at me. My grip automatically loosened and I slid down another 3 or 4 feet. This time the pressure on my clit felt REALLY good. Another orgasm hit me. I repeated this again before I lost my grip and fell to the ground. As it turned out I was only a couple of feet above the ground but I still fell flat on my back with my legs wide open. When I opened my eyes 2 cocks started shooting their load all over me. I got blobs of jism from my hair to my pussy, and Ryan was just stood there with a big grin on his face. No sooner than they’d finished cumming, the 2 men were gone, leaving their calling card all over me. Ryan helped me to my feet and gave me a tissue from his pocket. I’d gone out that evening without my bag so I didn’t have any more. “You can use your dress to wipe the rest off.” Ryan said, but I couldn’t; we couldn’t find my dress; the bastards had stolen it. I was left naked in the park and still covered in strangers cum. “Rub yourself on the grass.” Ryan said. I did, well as best as I could. Then I started to panic a bit because I still had to get home. Ryan came to the rescue as best as he could; he was wearing a light jacket and he took it off and gave it to me. It only covered half my butt and not my pussy, but it was better than nothing. Fortunately we made it home without any incident, although a couple of cars did beep their horns at us. “We’ll have to do that again sometime.” Ryan said as we fucked in the shower before going to bed. Halloween Party -------------------- Karen and Emma had a Halloween party; but only people who got dressed-up could go. Ryan said that he’d sort out a costume for me - again, and that worried me - again. I just knew that he’d get something indecent. I was right. The top was black and see through and had a white skeleton on it. Fortunately the white skeleton covered my nipples. The skirt was a black tutu one. It flared out and my butt and pussy felt as naked as they were. Underneath I wore a garter belt holding up black stockings that had the legs of the skeleton painted on. Ryan wore a black shirt, black trousers and a black cape; and he got me to put some ‘ghost’ and fang makeup on his face. I felt exposed and foolish going to Emma’s and Karen’s place. I was glad that, for once, Ryan followed me up the stairs on the double-decker bus. I didn’t feel out of place when Emma opened their door; she was dressed very much like me. Karen wore a pair of heels; that’s it. Everyone else there was in fancy dress but Karen stole the show. That was until someone pulled at my tutu and it ripped off. I was left virtually bottomless. The tutu was beyond quick repair and Emma, and the alcohol that I’d consumed, persuaded me to stop trying to fix it and continue bottomless. The guys there seemed to enjoy me being like that nearly as much as they enjoyed Karen’s nakedness. Some of the other girls there were wearing skimpy costumes as well. One was wearing just a black bikini on which she’d painted a couple of bones, and she had fake blood runs down her front. Another just had a few strategically placed bandages round her. They didn’t look too secure and as the night went on one of her breasts got exposed and she never bothered to cover it. Anyway, after my tutu got ripped off I tried to spend a lot of time sitting down, that way at least my pussy would be covered. As people got tired, more and more of them wanted to sit down. I had to sit on Ryan’s lap and it wasn’t long before I felt his cock get hard. I decided to tease Ryan a bit by grinding my bare butt on him. That was a mistake because it wasn’t long before he carefully got his cock out of his trousers, gently and slowly lifted me up, then lowered me back down; impaling me on his cock. He did it so slowly that the first I knew of it was when I felt him go inside me. We sat like that for ages as we talked to the people around us. Emma even got us some more drinks as we sat there. She didn’t look as if she knew what was going on. At one point I had my head on Ryan’s shoulder and I whispered that I wanted to cum. I felt Ryan’s cock get harder but that was all, he was busy talking to a man about motor racing. I got a bit disappointed when Ryan’s cock started going soft with neither of us having cum; but I guess there were just too many people around us. As the people next to us got up Ryan took it as a diversion and he lifted me up long enough for him to quickly put his cock away without anyone noticing. Or so we thought. “Have you 2 been fucking?” Karen loudly asked. I went bright red and said, “No.” “You have. Why else would you blush like that?” Karen quickly came back. “Hey everyone, this little skeleton has been boning her boyfriend on the sofa.” Karen announced to the world. A couple of people started clapping and everyone turned and looked at me (and Ryan). I was still bottomless and I felt so embarrassed. Fortunately everyone lost interest quite quickly and went back to whatever they were doing. Ryan stood up and said, “Thanks Karen; nothing like a good mate for embarrassing you.” Karen leaned of to him, kissed him on the cheek and said, “You’re welcome. You know she loves it; I bet she’s just got all wet.” “Ryan’s embarrassed.” I thought, “what about me? I’ve just been fucked in front of strangers and you’re telling people that I loved it.” I had actually; and those talking about it had caused me to have a little wet rush; but it was embarrassing with those people listening. Ryan and I went into the kitchen and got another beer. I leant my side on him as we drank and we talked to a couple. Ryan’s spare hand found its way to my bare butt and gently caressed it. It felt good. People started leaving and I suddenly realised that we had to leave as well; but I was bottomless. Emma came to my rescue, and after a bit of teasing, saying that I’d have to go home like that, she leant me one of her skirts. We got an early morning bus home then got the relief that I needed while we were in the shower. Another Nude Modelling Job ---------------------------------- Ryan got a phone call a couple of weeks ago; it was from Dan, the Art College teacher who I’d been a naked model for a couple of times. Dan had wanted to know if I’d be interested in a session modelling for someone to pose at an art exhibition; naked of course. Dan had told Ryan that I would be perfect for the job. Of course Ryan had said that I would be interested, without even asking me. I would have said no because those modelling jobs are so humiliating. Having to pose naked, in such lewd positions is horrible. Okay, I sometimes get turned-on by them but the embarrassment is horrible. This job was probably going to be more embarrassing because there would be a lot more people there. Anyway, the dreaded evening arrived and we walked into the art gallery. I looked round and saw lots of drawings of naked people. A gay sounding man came up to us. “You must be Tanya; I’m Nigel; you’re late. Thank you so much for helping us out.” The obvious gay held out a very limp hand for us to shake. “This is your boyfriend then Tanya?” Before I had chance to answer Nigel continued, “I don’t know what Dan told you but I need girls to take part in some sexual activities during the display. I’ll re-shuffle the girls so that you’re not with one of the male models. I’ll put you on the stand where you will be on display on your own. Will that be okay with you?” I was going to say “No,” but Ryan opened his mouth before I could, and said, “Of course it will; Tanya has no inhibitions about her body.” I wanted to kill Ryan. “Good, good, if you follow me I’ll explain everything.” As we walked Nigel was going on about some of the displays. A totally naked man sporting a huge, erect cock walked in front of us, “Excellent Trevor, just keep it like that for the rest of the evening. I’ll get to you later.” Nigel said. I could see about half a dozen totally naked people around the place. All looked like they were about to indulge in some bondage and sex. “Bloody hell.” I thought; “What have you got me into Ryan?” Okay, there were loads of pictures around the place, and even some statues; but from what I’d heard and seen so far it looked like it was a sex show, not an erotic exhibition. Then I saw a banner on one wall. It read, “The Beauty of the Female Orgasm.” I started to get worried. Nigel led us to a table that was about 3 feet by 6 feet and 4 feet high. At each corner there were steel ‘D’ rings screwed onto the wood. “Come on girl, hurry and get those rags off; the guests will be here in minutes. I thought you said that you weren’t shy about your body?” “It’s Ryan that’s not shy about my body, but I am.” I thought but didn’t say. I quickly took my top off, dropped my skirt and kicked my shoes off. Ryan picked them up as Nigel continued. “Good, no horrible hair; everyone will want to see all of your girly bits. Put these on.” I don’t know where Nigel produced them from but he handed me 4 velcro ankle or wrist cuffs. Each had a ‘D’ ring. “Quickly please sweety.” Nigel said. With Ryan’s help I quickly did as I was told. “Climb up then.” Ryan helped me. “Right girl, on your back, we’ll start with the basic spread position.” Nigel ordered as he got some short lengths of rope from out of a box. He threw 2 pieces to Ryan, telling him to try my wrists to the ‘D’ rings; at the same time as he pulled my legs apart and tied them to the corners. I was spread-eagled and very exposed. “Right young man, she looks a little dry, play with her and get her all wet before the quests start arriving.” Nigel said as he picked-up a box and put it on the table. Written on the side was, ‘PLEASE MAKE ME CUM’ I looked at Ryan who he had a big grin on his face. “You’re in for a pleasurable evening.” He said. “Please stop this Ryan. I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t let this happen to me.” “Come on TT; you’ll love every second of it. Think of all those orgasms.” Well yes, the orgasms would be great, but there would be lots of people watching me; and goodness only knows how many people giving me those orgasms. I was, and I wasn’t happy. Ryan leant over and kissed me, a long, nice kiss on my mouth. As he was doing that his hand slid up and down my body, playing with my nipples and then my pussy. My fear faded as I started to get wet and then aroused. Ryan continued to the point where I was close to cumming then he stopped. Just as he stood up and took his hand off me I heard I heard Nigel shout, “Right kiddies, the show starts now, Get ready for some fun.” A couple of minutes later people were filling the room. It wasn’t long before a couple came over to me and read the sign. “It will be my pleasure,” the man said and reached out and rubbed my nipples. Soon a few people were standing around me and basically, groping me. It was nice, but horrible at the same time. Then I heard Nigel, “Hey people these might help you get her going.” I looked at him as he tipped up the box telling people to make me cum. Three dildos and 2 vibrators fell out onto the table. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. A woman picked up a dildo and gently pushed it into me before fucking me with it while a man was pulling and squeezing one of my nipples. I looked over to Ryan and saw a big smile and a big bulge. Needless to say it wasn’t long before my body betrayed me and I felt my AF quickly climb. As I started to cum my body arched up and started shaking; and I got quite vocal. As the pleasure started to recede the man and woman backed away and were replaced by 2 women. I looked at their faces and saw evil grins. I just knew that they were going to make me cum - again. A hand pulled the dildo out of me and some fingers found my clit. That hand just knew what my clit needed and it gave it to me, over and over again. Multiple orgasms just seemed to merge into one never ending gigantic orgasm. After trying to fight it for ages, I just blacked out. When I came round I saw Ryan and Nigel looking down at me. “My my sweetie; that must have been a good one; I could hear your screams of pleasure from the other side of the room. Are you ready to move to the next position?” Nigel said. Without waiting for an answer Nigel started un-tying the ropes attached to my ankles. He then told me lift my legs right up in the air. I was a little slow reacting to Nigel’s command and he said, “Come on, we haven’t got all night; customers are waiting to play with your pussy thing.” “PUSSY THING!” I thought; “that’s my pride and joy you’re talking about you little gay b………….” My ankles were then tied to the same rings that my wrists were and pulled as tight as my body would allow; leaving my pussy stretched wide for everyone to see and play with. It wasn’t long before people (men and women) were using various dildos and vibrators on me. That was just the second of four different positions that Nigel had me tied down in. Each one stretched my legs wide, and in each position people made me cum, numerous times; either with those toys or their fingers. I lost count of how many orgasms I’d had by the time Nigel finally released me. Thankfully (maybe not), I never blacked out again. I lost sight of Ryan a couple of times. He later told me that he’d wandered round to see the other exhibits. He told me that he’d seen 5 or 6 women, all naked, and all being fucked by men with big cocks. There were a couple of women who were masturbating on tables with people watching them and one woman who was impaling herself on very large objects screwed down to a table. I was totally knackered; and sore as well. Fortunately there was a shower in one of the back rooms but I had to wait in turn to use it. Ryan was hoping that he could join me but the queue was too long. The poor man’s balls must have been bursting. When I was clean, dressed and slightly refreshed; we found Nigel, got paid and headed for the bus home. Fortunately, by the time we got home I was lively enough to enjoy Ryan getting his release, even if I was sore. I was still sore two days later, but I didn’t complain to Ryan. The next morning as we discussed the evening over breakfast I had to admit that I’d enjoyed the experience. But I’d still been extremely embarrassed. The money had been good but I still wouldn’t admit to being an exhibitionist.

My Boyfriend likes to expose me or perhaps it should be called The exhibitionist in denial by Vanessa Evans Part 26 – Not all Ryan’s fault ---------------------------------- First the bad news – Tom and Jenny have moved out. Tom decided to finish his degree in a London university and Jenny, of course, transferred with him. I’m, WE are going to miss them. I did give Jenny my old clit ring just before they left and Tom promised to squeeze it onto her clit just as soon as he could. My new clit ring ------------------- Ryan had quite a bit of fun fitting it on my clit. For starters he strapped me onto the Sybian for a good 30 minutes. That got me super worked-up and a bit tired. Then he carried me to the stainless steel table in the back garden and strapped my arms and legs spread-eagled on to it. What’s more, he put a big strap over my hips as well. I’ve never felt so helpless in all my life. After that he went and got a ball-gag just in case I tried to disturb the whole neighbourhood. Basically what happened next was the same as for putting the old one on the second time but without the ice to numb my clit. It hurt like hell when he squeezed my clit with the tweezers and because I was already on a high, I started cumming. I was in an orgasmic trance as the new clit ring slid down the tweezers and onto my clit. Ryan took great pleasure in pushing it down as far as he could get it; all whilst I was cumming over and over. As soon as he was happy he switched the thing on at full blast and left me there while he went and got a drink or something. When he got back to me I must have been close to passing out because I don’t remember him unstrapping me or carrying me upstairs and putting me in a warm bath. He left me there and I fell asleep. When I woke up the water was starting to get cold but Ryan was there to lift me out and carry me to the bed. The new ring is great, and Ryan lets me carry the remote control about with me. The agreement is that I only turn it off if I’m going in to a meeting. That sounded fair and so far that is what I’ve stuck to. If I do break the agreement I will tell him, and I’m sure that he’ll find a way to punish me. The gym ---------- I still love going there and I still go to work early so that I can build up flexi-hours and have at least one afternoon at the gym each week. Whenever I plan to go to the gym in the afternoon I’m still going to work in the morning with one of my remote vibes in and switched on. The gym is so much more fun if I’m as horny as hell when I get there. Kieran got his first obstacle course challenge organised. Eight girls entered (including me), and the event took place one Saturday afternoon. Needless to say word got round the guys and there must have been something around 30 men and a few of the girls (all naked of course) there watching. Darren said that he’d never had so many people there at once. Kieran split us into 4 pairs, the plan being that the 4 winners would go again then there would be a final of the last 2. Picking up a megaphone Kieran asked for some male volunteers. He didn’t tell them what for and when he’d got enough he took them round the course and explained what he wanted them to do. After that he shouted the rules for being a spectator: - Don’t get within 6 feet of any competing girl. Don’t block the way from one challenge to the next. No touching a girl unless she asks you to. Photographs and videos are permitted and you can zoom in as much as you like but you must observe the 6 feet exclusion zone. Then he said that the second rule didn’t apply to the volunteers doing their specific task. That made some of the guys groan because the implication was that the volunteers would be touching the girls. Kieran announced the knockout rules and that the winner wasn’t necessarily the first girl to cross the line because 10 seconds would be deducted from each girl’s time for each orgasm that she had on the way round. That last comment got a few puzzled looks and a few smiles from the audience. Kieran then announced that Tanya (me) would do a circuit before the competition started so that everyone could see what was expected of the competitors. He turned to me and told me that I could compete in the last group so that I had some time to rest. I was quite surprised by that as Kieran hadn’t given me any warning of what he was going to do. I suddenly became a bit nervous but that was countered by the sexual frustration that was built up inside of me. You see, after our morning fuck Ryan had teased my pussy something rotten. He’d pushed one of my remote vibes inside me and kept taking me sooo close to cumming then he switched it off. On top of that he’s fingered me, pushing the vibe all around inside me, teased my clit, and got me to leave all my clothes at home. When we got to the gym I had no clothes with me and I was so desperate to cum that I was sure that if someone touched my clit I would have instantly cum all over their hand. As I moved over to the start I looked round and saw 30 + men, and a few other naked girls, all staring at the naked me. I nearly orgasmed before I’d even started. The camera flashes started as soon as I got into the crab position. At the next challenge I’d forgotten about the man that would check to see that I’d got right down when I did the splits and at first I wondered what the man was doing as he got down in front of me and moved his hand to my pussy. As his hand touched the front of my pussy, and pushed to my clit, all the pent-up frustration exploded out of me in a truly magnificent orgasm. I screamed out and fell back onto my back. My body started jerking about as I totally lost it. When I finally calmed down I realised that everything was silent. Opening my eyes and looking round, every single eye in that room was focused on me and my pussy. I felt a mixture of pride, embarrassment and pleasure. I had a little after-shock. When I was able, I got up and did the other 4 splits. I was half expecting to cum again when the man pushed his hand under my pussy but somehow I didn’t. I ran to the net and scrambled under it, rubbing my aching nipples along the floor, hoping that the friction didn’t make me cum again. The rope certainly made me cum again, 3 times. Over to the bar, I jumped up, and couldn’t reach the bar. I tried it 3 times before a man came up behind me, put his arms round my waist and lifted me up. Grabbing the bar I pulled myself up and waggled my legs and butt about until my pussy was in line with the dildo. Lowering myself down I gave out a satisfying moan but I doubt that anyone heard me. I kept going down until I felt it hit my cervix then pulled myself up, then down 4 more times before pulling myself up and kicking the cone that the dildo was mounted on, out of the way. My arms ached a bit as I ran over to one of the dildos that was screwed to the floor. I squat down and impaled myself, letting out another moan. I moaned again as a man dropped down in front of me and slid his upturned hand to my pussy to see if he could get it under me. He couldn’t but his fingers did push against my clit causing me to gasp a little. I got up as quick as I could and did a jumping jack. Five times I did that then ran over to the bowling alley pin. I stood over it with my legs spread and paused for a few seconds to get my breath; then squat down and impaled myself. Clenching my pussy muscles I stood up and waddled forward. I made it most of the way before the copious amounts of juices that I was producing, caused me to loose grip and the pin clunked onto the floor. A man ran over and stood the pin up between my legs and I squat down again. Gripping the pin and standing up I made it to the end without further mishap. I’d made it. I stood there, legs spread, hands on hips, chest going in and out, heart pounding, rock hard nipples aching, and my juices running down the insides of my thighs. I was knackered. Ryan came over, hugged me then backed off so that Kieran could stand beside me. Kieran thanked me then said, “Well Tanya, that round was magnificent, I’m sure that the other girls will have trouble bettering that, especially that first orgasm. However, the rules say that I have to take only 10 seconds off your time for each orgasm and that first orgasm lasted for 51 seconds. Subtracting just 10 seconds for that first orgasm, and 30 seconds for the 3 orgasms that you had on the rope and you are left with a time of 18 minutes and 17 seconds.” Turning to the girls Kieran continued, “That’s the time that you’ve got to beat girls; are the first 2 ready?” Kieran walked over to the start where the first 2 girls were waiting. As he walked Ryan put his arm round me again and said, “That was magnificent TT.” “That was your fault buster.” I replied; “If you’d have let me cum just before we got here I wouldn’t have exploded like that.” “Perhaps, but you can’t deny that you enjoyed it; all those people staring at you for 51 seconds while you had a magnificent cum.” Ryan said as his hand went round me and squeezed my little tit. He was right of course; he always is. We went and watched the 2 girls have fun going round the course. The only problem was that all the men and the other girls were following them round the course as well. The spectating naked girls were squashed between the guys eager to see how much the other girls were exposing themselves and enjoying the contact with all those men whilst they were naked. The first 2 girls were Jude and another girl. With cameras flashing they got down into the crab position. Walking on their hands, Jude spread her legs wide which got even more cheers. When it came to the jumping jacks the other girl was obviously the one that got the cheers because her breasts were much bigger than Jude’s and the poor girl must have been in agony. The jumping in the air after going down into the splits was ‘interesting’. The 2 volunteers checking that they girls were right down in the splits had a busy time. Jude got right down but the man’s hand wasn’t in the right place. Jude had to wait while the man pushed his hand between the floor and her pussy. He did it palm down the first time, then for the second time he realised that he could get a finger in Jude’s hole if he did it palm up. Jude’s eyes lit up when he first did that. The other girl couldn’t get quite as low and she had to stretch a bit more to get so that her ‘volunteer’ could touch her pussy and the floor at the same time. That happened all 5 times and Jude finished her fifth one while the other girl was just jumping up for the fourth time. Jude had wriggled on her stomach and was out from under the net just as the other girl was getting under the net. Although Jude made it to the top of the rope just as the other girl was starting to climb; the other girl was down and running to the next challenge while Jude was still having her second orgasm. She’d obviously decided that cumming was more important than finishing the course first. Jude just about managed to catch up the other girl on the bar; she had the strength to jump up to the bar whereas the other girl had to have some help. Jude had more arm strength to pull herself up of the dildo as well and they both finished the challenge at the same time. The 2 girls were neck and neck as they impaled themselves on the dildos screwed to the floor. Over to the bowling alley pins and that was where the other girl got the better of Jude. Her pussy muscles were obviously stronger than Jude’s; or Jude was producing a lot more lubrication; because Jude dropped the pin 3 times whereas the other girl dropped it only once. The other girl finished the course first but Jude was declared the winner because she came twice on the rope. Round 2 was Kate and another girl and things went just about the same as the first round, with Kate also cumming twice on the rope. Unfortunately, Kate had real problems with the bowling pin and the other girl was declared the winner. Round 3 was with 2 other girls. Neither of them had orgasms probably because they hadn’t worked out what the girls who had orgasms on the ropes were doing; but both entertained the audience with their large breasts bouncing about. Round 4 was me against Ella. Thankfully I was feeling quite refreshed by then, and not very horny, by that time. Those who hadn’t seen Ella before, and her gaping pussy, soon got their cameras going; not that gave me any advantage. We were neck and neck right until we climbed the rope. Ella was by far quicker but she only managed 1 orgasm whereas I managed to give myself 2. Ella stayed ahead of me right until the bowling pins. Ella’s permanently gaping pussy was a big disadvantage to her, or did she just like having a man bend down in front of her while she had her legs open letting him look up her gaping hole. I had finished long before Ella did. Round 5 was Jude against the girl who had beaten Kate. I think that Jude wanted revenge for beating her sister because Jude flew round the course in the fastest time so far. Round 6 was me again and the girl who won round 3. Thankfully she was more tired than I was because she struggled on the rope and the bar. She finished just before me but because I’d cum twice on the rope, I was declared the winner. Ryan had to tell me that I was in the final against Jude. Thankfully, Kieran gave us a 20 minute break before the final. Both Jude and I went and had a relaxing sauna then short swim before going back. Both the sauna and the pool were deserted and for what was probably the first time, neither of us played with our pussies in the sauna. As Jude and I lined up for the start we looked at each other, hugged each other and wished the other one good luck. Although we are very good friends, each of us wanted to win and when Kieran set us off we both went for it. We were neck and neck as we started climbing the ropes; then it hit me; my clit ring came on at full blast. I cursed the thing’s timing as I started up the rope. By the time I was half way up, the ring was still vibrating and Jude was near the top. “It normally doesn’t last this long.” I thought as I battled to ignore it. By the time I got to the top of the rope Jude was on her way down and having an orgasm as her pussy rubbed against the rope; and I started cumming without even the rope touching my pussy. I clung to the top of the rope, shaking with the ring still tormenting my clit. When I started to calm down I looked down to where I’d last seen Ryan. The bastard was standing there, grinning and holding the clit ring’s remote control in his hand. “FUCK!” I said to myself and started sliding down the rope. Stupidly, I slid down the rope the same way that I always do, with my pussy rubbing against the rope. If I’d used my brain I could have got closer to Jude who was already well lowering herself down onto the dildo sticking up from the traffic cone. Instead I came 4 more times before I finally reached the ground. How my hands managed to grip the rope through all that I will never know. I walked over to the bar and got there just as Jude was pulling herself up for the fifth time. I stood there, looked up and jumped for the bar. My hands just touched it and I dropped back to the floor. I jumped again, but again my hands only just touched the bar. The men who had been assigned to help on that challenge both stepped forward, one either side of me. Each put a hand round my upper thigh and the other hand on my ribs below my tiny tits. I felt the hands on my thighs lift me up but as they did so their hands slipped on my slippery, juice and sweat covered thighs, and slid right up to my pussy. I felt pressure on my pussy and clit and instantly came again. My arms dropped and I started shaking; the men still holding up in the air with their hands under my pussy. Their other hands having slipped up and holding on to my little tits. Wow! In that highly aroused state I was in heaven; two reasonable handsome men both holding my tits and both having a hand (well part of) on my pussy; another 30 plus men, and a few naked girls, staring at my naked body; and what’s more I was cumming, and cumming, and cumming. I have no idea how long that orgasm lasted but it seemed to go on for hours. When I finally started coming down I looked round to the 2 men who were still holding me up in the air, then I saw Kieran and Jude in front of me. “Are you all right Tanya?” Jude asked. After another little aftershock I managed to say, “No, can you put me down please guys?” They did and as their hands left my pussy they rubbed it a bit and I had another mini orgasm. My legs gave way and I started going down. Fortunately, one of the men grabbed me, putting his arm round me, his hand on my tit. It was then that Ryan finally turned my clit ring off; peace at last. The man held on to me, and my tit, for a few minutes until I managed to put all my weight on my legs. I thanked the man and he reluctantly let go of me and my tit. I then turned to Kieran and Jude and said, “Congratulations Jude, you win.” Jude stepped forward, put her arms round me, pulled me into her and gave me a big kiss on my lips. Then she said, “It wasn’t really a fair contest, you were knackered when you started and I saw what Ryan was doing to you.” “What was that?” Kieran asked. “Oh nothing Kieran.” Jude replied. Kieran went and got his megaphone and announced that we had a winner. He held Jude’s hand up then asked for 4 volunteers to carry Jude around the course on a victory lap. Four men lifted Jude high up in the air. Holding her legs wide apart they walked round the course, stopping a few times for other men to take photographs of her; usually with the men standing between her legs. Victory lap finished, Jude was put back on the ground beside Kieran and me. “Feel like some wrestling girls?” Kieran asked. Jude and I turned to look at Kieran, gave him a filthy look, and in stereo said, “NO!” I then added, “Can we postpone it for now please?” Kieran lifted the megaphone and told everyone that the wresting part of the event was postponed because he hadn’t appreciated just how much the event so far would take out of the girls. He then told them to watch the notice board for the re-scheduled date, and for the date of the next obstacle course race. Ryan, Ella and Kate joined Jude and me, and I said that I needed a shower. As we walked out I heard Jude tell Kate that she’d let her win the next time. Instead of heading to the changing rooms for a shower, I turned the other way and went to the showers near the sauna. Jude joined me then we both went and joined Kate, Ella and Ryan in the sauna. Within a minute Ryan was watching 4 girls play with their clits, and staring right up Ella’s gaping hole. Another interesting thing that happened at the gym was that one day when I was stood in reception talking to Darren, 2 girls walked in and asked about joining. Both produced IDs to prove that they were 18 but one of them, Aria, according to Darren, has the same problem as I have. She too looks quite a bit younger than she actually is. Hypnotics 101 ----------------- One of Ryan’s work colleagues found a hypnotism app that he downloaded to his phone. When he told Ryan he downloaded it too. When Ryan came home that night and told me about it he wanted to try it on me. We were alone a home and I knew that Ryan would never harm me so I agreed to let him try it on me. He got his phone out, started the app and stuck it in front of my face. As I looked at it I saw lots of swirling coloured lights and shapes. They were sort of addictive as you stared at them. After a while this very sexy, deep, male voice started telling me that I should relax and that I was sleepy and to just blank my mind. It went on and on saying the same thing and telling me that I was going into a deep sleep. It was relaxing, but there was no way that I was getting hypnotised by it. As I started at the little screen I decided that I’d play along with it and see what Ryan did. After a good 5 minutes the voice told me that I would obey the next voice that I heard and keep doing so until I heard the word ‘Constantinople’. After that I would wake-up and not remember anything from the time that the app started. “Okay.” I thought, let’s see where this goes. I continued to stare at the screen, motionless then Ryan said, “Hello Tanya, can you touch your head please?” Keeping a straight face, I lifted my right hand and put it on my head. “Very good Tanya, now I want you to put your right hand on your pussy and rub your clit until you cum.” I did, just staring ahead as if I was waiting for the next command and rubbing my clit. After I’d cum Ryan said the word ‘Constantinople’ and I turned and looked at him and after a couple of seconds I said, “See, I told you that it wouldn’t work.” Ryan just smiled. I thought that that was the end of the hypnotism idea but a few weeks later we were invited to a house-warming party at Tim’s (my boss) house. There were about 6 or 7 work colleagues there and some of them had their partners with them. The subject of hypnotism came up and Ryan was suddenly full of enthusiasm about the app that was still on his phone, and the ‘fact’ that he had proof that it worked. He went on and on about how good the app was and before I knew it he said that he’d demonstrate it on me, saying that it had worked on me before. I was left with a dilemma; did I confess that it had never actually worked and that I was just playing along to please Ryan, or did I let him try to hypnotise me again. After a few protests I decided not to make my boyfriend look stupid, and go along with it. With a bit of luck it would work and I’d never know what silly, harmless things that Ryan got me to do. At least that way I wouldn’t know if he got me to do anything embarrassing. If it didn’t work I would just have to hope that he didn’t get me to do anything embarrassing. Ryan sat me on a dining chair and everyone gathered around. I was only wearing a short dress and I really hoped that no one tried to look up it as I sat there, legs side-by-side, knees together. The app fired up and Ryan held his phone right in front of my face. As I stared at it I couldn’t make up my mind up. Would it work or not; if not would I pretend that it did to avoid making Ryan look stupid. It didn’t work but I didn’t want to make Ryan look stupid so I again pretended that it did work. Ryan got me to do a couple of stupid, harmless things that I went along with. As I did them I decided that I just had to keep pretending regardless. I regretted that decision later. The next thing that Ryan said started getting me a bit worried. He said, “You know, I bet that Tanya would take her dress of if I told her to. What do you think? Shall I tell her to?” FIH; my boyfriend was going to make me strip naked in front of some of my work colleagues; and my boss. I was just about to throw my arms up and say, “Fooled you, it didn’t work!” when Ryan said, “Watch this folks; you’re going to see what most of you have probably seen before, but this time, all of it at once. Tanya, please stand up and take your dress off.” I did the most stupid thing that I’ve done for a long time. I stood up, unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. As soon as the dress hit the floor I thought, “What the fuck am I doing? Why the fuck did I do that? Why didn’t I just tell everyone that the hypnotism hadn’t work?” But I love Ryan. I stood there, naked apart from my heels, in front of about 7 of my work colleagues; and my boss; and their partners. “Look, she’s blushing.” One of my work friends (male) said. “Fucking hell!” I heard another say. I thought about how many of them had seen me naked before. Three or four had, and Tim, my boss, had seen me naked, on skype from China, and when I’d shown him that position that I had to get into when I walked into a room with men in it, in China. Then I remembered Tim saying that he’d seen my bare pussy up my skirt a few times at work. If he had then probably most of the others had as well. Maybe things weren’t quite as bad as they seemed. I was glad that I’d already had a few drinks. Then I heard a voice say, “Let’s play some party games.” That seemed to go down well and I thought about how the naked me would be affected. I thought about ‘twister’ and thought that it couldn’t be that bad; after all everyone there had already seen me naked. I started to get a little worried when someone suggested a game of ‘tickle torture’, and then asked for volunteers. Of course no one did so Ryan volunteered me; which I just knew that he would. Ryan told me to lie on the floor then a few people got down round me and started tickling me. Now I’m quite ticklish and as soon as someone touched me I started laughing and struggling to get out of their way. Before I knew it my arms and legs were held down and what seemed like a thousand hands were tickling me all over. The thing was, when whoever decided to hold my legs down did so, they’d spread them to about shoulder width and someone was tickling my pussy; then someone else was as well. I was in hysterics, and getting a quite turned on. This went on for about 5 or 6 minutes (I think) then someone decided that I’d had enough. Another one of the girls there (Grace, who also went to China) got volunteered and she too had to endure what I had. Ryan had told me to sit on a chair (still naked apart from my heels) and I was just staring at the poor girl. She too got tickled on her tits and pussy, but on top of her clothes. Well her tits on top of her thin top, but her skirt had ridden up showing that she too wasn’t wearing any knickers so the tickling was on her bare pussy. That was when things started getting quite bad (or good). In the silence as everyone was thinking about what game to play next, Ryan told everyone that we’d been using a form of hypnotism for a couple of years. When someone asked him what he was on about he told everyone that it wasn’t hypnotism like he’d just used on me, but a different type of mind control. I instantly knew what he was talking about and really hoped that he’s stop right there; but he didn’t. Ryan went on to say that over a period of 6 months or so we’d trained my mind to give me an orgasm whenever a certain word was said. Some people were impressed and others just didn’t believe him. When someone asked him to prove it he turned to me and said, “Treadmill.” Of course, I had an orgasm while I was sat there on that chair. Someone said that I was faking it, and someone else said that I couldn’t have been because I was still under the hypnosis. Then someone else said, “Treadmill.” Then another; after about my 4th orgasm one of the girls shouted, “Enough; leave the poor girl alone; she’ll be knackered when Ryan wakes her up.” Thankfully everyone listened to her but that left the silence as people tried to think of another game. After about 30 seconds a Pete (who I work with) suggested a game of ‘pass the pussy’. Surprise, surprise, Pete was the only the person who knew what it was. He went on to explain that it was a cross between musical chairs and pass the parcel. People were still confused so Pete got everything organised. People were still confused as he got all the chairs from the ground floor and put them in a circle facing out. Then he got volunteers to sit on them. All became clear as Pete asked Ryan to stop and start the music that was playing in the background, and then me to go and sit on the lap of someone on a chair. He told me to sit with my back to their front, and to sit with my legs open, outside theirs. Then he told me to get up and start walking round the circle and when the music stopped I had to sit on the nearest lap. As I slowly walked round, Pete told everyone that a naked girl would soon be sitting on their lap, with her legs open; and that everyone had 2 hands. No one needed any further explanation and as soon as the music stopped and I sat on the nearest lap, one of the man’s hands went to my tits and the other went to my pussy. Ryan had been given a way to let me get groped by whoever he wanted, and he was controlling how long they groped me. When I sat on Tim’s lap Ryan left me there for ages, and when I first sat there Tim whispered, “Oh Tanya, Tanya, you’ll never know for how long I’ve been wanting to do this. I’m really glad that you won’t be able to remember it on Monday.” He also whispered, “Treadmill.” Tim’s right hand was furiously rubbing my clit, his left hand was mauling my left tit and I was cumming. It was a good one and as I’ve said, it went on for ages. Sixteen times I had to sit on a lap, some of them women, and every one of them played with my pussy and / or my tits. I came twice more before my ordeal was over; well that part of it. Finally it was over and I just hoped that Ryan would tell me to get dressed and say that word. He did tell me to sit down, but only while everyone discussed what the next game was going to be. I just sat there staring straight ahead, still naked. Ryan had another idea. He asked Tim if he played golf. When he said that he did, Ryan asked him if he had any golf balls at home. With a puzzled look on his face Tim got up and went to find them; and I wished that I hadn’t got out of bed that morning. Ryan told me to get on the floor, lay back and lift my legs straight up. Then he told me to put my legs behind my shoulders. I hadn’t done that for quite a while and I wasn’t sure that I could still do it. I twisted my upper torso and pulled first my right leg behind my shoulder then I did the same with my left leg. My butt and pussy were obscenely displayed to everyone there. Just to make it worse, Tim put the rest of the lights in the room on. As I lay (?) there waiting for what I just knew was cumming, I wondered how I’d be able to face everyone at work on the Monday. Tim re-appeared carrying a box with lots of golf balls in it. “Why don’t you do it Tim; unless of course your wife objects?” Ryan said. “Do what?” Tim asked. Ryan picked up one of the golf balls and rested it on my upturned pussy. “Push it in.” Ryan said. Tim looked over to his wife then back to me – well my pussy. “Do it!” someone shouted. Tim slowly pressed on the golf ball until my pussy opened up and sucked the ball in. “Fucking hell,” Tim said, “she just about snatched it out of my hand.” “Push it out Tanya.” Ryan said. With one almighty squeeze the ball shot out and a few inches up into the air. Tim’s hand shot out and caught it just before it came back down onto my pussy. A few swear words were heard as a few people just didn’t believe what they’d just seen. “Put it in again.” Someone said. Tim put the ball to my hole and gently pushed. My vagina opened up and sucked it in again. “Another one.” I heard someone say. Tim picked up another ball and my pussy swallowed it up. “Another one.” I heard the same person say. Tim picked up another ball and my pussy swallowed that one as well. “Another one.” I heard a female voice say. Tim picked up a fourth ball and did it again. This time my pussy was a bit reluctant and Tim had to push a bit harder. He got it in but as soon as he moved his finger the ball started coming out. “Push again.” The same female voice said. Tim did and this time he held his finger on the ball inside me. Then Tim started moving his finger round inside me. Tim removed his finger and this time the ball stayed in; well for about 5 seconds then it came shooting out and bounced down onto the carpet. “Again.” A male voice said. Tim did, this time moving his finger round harder. That was it for me; I started cumming and as Tim took his finger out of me all 4 balls came shooting out in quick succession. I could feel the spasms in my pussy as it contracted then relaxed. My body tried to jerk about but in the position I was in the movement was slight. When I calmed down I opened my eyes and saw Grace pressing a golf ball into me. As our eyes met Grace said, “I want to see this close up before I try it at home; Tim can I borrow some of your balls please?” I just stared at her as she made all 4 golf balls disappear. She too held her finger in me but I didn’t cum again. I didn’t cum when the next 3 people did the same thing. I’m guessing that some of the others wanted to do the same but were either too scared to come forward, or felt sorry for me going through all that; even if they were thinking that I would never remember it. “Stay like that Tanya.” Ryan said after I ejected the last ball. Everyone was talking and drinking and occasionally looking down at me, still with my legs behind my shoulders. Thankfully it wasn’t uncomfortable even when Darrell pulled an ice cube out of his glass and placed it on my pussy. It slowly melted and dribbled down the crack of my butt then my back. Then I heard one of the women suggesting that I give all the men a blowjob. Now I like a good blowjob; if it’s Ryan on the receiving end, but ALL the men? Everyone liked that idea but when one of the men suggested that they do it slightly differently I got a lot more worried. The suggestion was that I lay on my back on the table with my head hanging off the end. All the men could then fuck my mouth, and if the women wanted, they could put their pussies over my face and Ryan would tell me to eat them. “I’ve never deep throated a girl before.” I heard a man say. Everyone laughed when someone else said, “You’ve deep throated a man then.” “Shouldn’t we blindfold her first so that she won’t know who she’s blowing?” another asked. “No, don’t worry,” Ryan replied; “she won’t remember any of it.” “Fuck, could I really do this?” I thought. ”Did I want to do it? I could just pretend to come out of my trance all on my own but I’ve never heard of that happening. How could I get out of this without making Ryan look stupid?” Before I could find the answer Ryan came over to me, un-hooked my legs then lifted me up and took me into the dining room. The table had been cleared and Ryan put me on it with my head just hanging off one end. My heart was pounding as I laid there in the required position, automatically having spread my legs wide. Meanwhile everyone was discussing who was going first, and what order the rest would go in. It was all agreed that Tim would go first because he was the boss and it was his house. “Fuck!” I again thought, “my boss was about to ram his cock down my throat. That was my career going down the tubes.” Then I smiled to myself as I remembered that my throat was a tube. Two minutes later Tim walked in and as he unzipped his trousers he said, “It really is a good job that you won’t remember this; but I sure as hell will.” His cock loomed over my face, my mouth automatically opened and his bell-end hit my tonsils; then kept going. Fuck; was his cock long. After his balls hit my eyes he backed off then started thrusting in and out as his hands pulled and tweaked my nipples. Fortunately he gave me chances to breathe and before long he stopped deep inside me, twitched and then shot his load down my throat. I think that it was 6 more men that came and fucked my mouth; the only girl that came to me was Grace. Instead of putting her pussy over my mouth as my head hung over the end of the table she pulled my legs so that I was squarely on the table. Then she hitched up her skirt, climbed on the table and 69d me. Grace was so soft and gentle and really knew what she was doing. She’s not a lesbian because we often talk about her boyfriends but I now guess that she’s bi. We both made the other cum before she climbed off, straightened herself up and left. I was glad when the last of the men left me because my mouth and throat were a bit sore. After a few minutes rest, Ryan came and got me. He looked me over, probably to see if I had any cum anywhere on me (I hadn’t, it was all in my stomach); straightened my hair the led me back to the others. Everyone was smiling at me as Ryan picked up my dress and told me to put it on. Then he asked the others where I’d been sitting when he put me under. Someone moved and Ryan sat me down with him beside me. Ryan gave me a glass of whisky and told me to drink. Next he took the glass from me, got his phone out then said, “Constantinople.” I stayed with a blank expression for a few seconds then turned to Ryan and said, “I told you that it wouldn’t work.” There were a few quiet laughs but I ignored them. No one at work said anything about what had happened and I sure as hell wasn’t going to; Ryan still believes that he’d successfully hypnotised me, twice. The only semi reference to it during the rest of the party was me saying, “Blimey, is that the time, where’s it all gone?” That got a couple of little sniggers but no one said anything. I was quite quiet for the rest of the evening; that was because I was thinking about the consequences of what Tim had done to me and what some of my other colleagues had done to me. At one point I thought, “At least I know what half the cocks in the office look like now.” I dreaded going in to work on the Monday; okay, everyone thought that I was being hypnotised when I did all those things but what if someone knew the truth? That would have been just too much for me. What if people started treating me differently because of what I’d done? What would I do if people started talking to me about the things that I’d done? I was so worried when I walked into the office, but I was really lucky; the most that anyone said about the party was that it was a good one. I was really glad that no one said that running machine’s name. The only slight reference to the party was that I found a golf ball on my desk after lunch on the Monday. Someone was letting me know that they hadn’t forgotten. By the time it got to the Tuesday night I was looking forward to having the Friday afternoon off and going to the gym. The Lord Mayor’s Parade ----------------------------- Ryan came home one night and told me that his boss had announced that the company was entering a float in the local mayor’s parade through the city. For some weird reason, the company had decided on a theme of television programs. He’d said that he wanted suggestions for the programmes and idea for the displays. Karen had the idea that if they wanted people to look at the float then they should have Baywatch as one of the programmes. Their boss had liked that and asked Karen and Ryan to come up with some more details. Later, in bed, Ryan had asked me what I thought of the idea of having 3 or 4 girls in the famous red, one-piece swimsuits. When I said that it sounded good he said that I would be great as one of them; using the illogical argument that I was a good swimmer and had actually saved a couple of people from drowning. I could see where Ryan was going and resigned myself to having to stand on the back of a lorry wearing a red swimsuit, as it slowly drove through town. At least I wouldn’t be alone, and it would be a one-piece swimsuit. Ryan spooned me and went to sleep with his cock between my legs. A month or so later Ryan announced that the lord mayor’s parade was the next weekend and that everything was organised except for a couple of girls. Karen had volunteered herself and Emma and Ryan had volunteered me; but they wanted 2 more. Ryan suggested that I ask around at the gym but my mind immediately jumped to the twins. I was sure that they’d volunteer, even if they did have to wear something. I got on the phone and I was right, Jude and Kate were up for it. I asked Ryan about the swimsuits and he told me not to worry, that it was all organised. He’d ordered some on the internet and that they were stretchy so one size would fit all of us. That sounded good. I asked him about what we’d have to do and he’d told me that we’d just have to dance on the back of the lorry and hand out leaflets to the crowds along the route. “Easy-peasy.” I thought and put it to the back of my mind. The big day arrived and we went to pick-up the twins on the way to the starting place. On the way Kate asked about the swimsuits and Ryan said that they’d be waiting for us when we got there. Jude asked if she could do it naked. When we got there the place was buzzing; about 25 lorries and hundreds of people were running around putting the final touches to their floats. We met Karen and Emma and asked Ryan where the swimsuits were, and where we could get changed. Ryan got an A4 bubble bag, addressed to their company, from one of the boxes on the lorry and gave it to Karen. “Where’s the rest of them?” Emma asked. “They’re all in there.” Ryan replied. It was then that I started to get a little worried; 5 swimsuits in a bag designed for a few sheet of A4 paper wasn’t a good omen. Karen opened the bag and pulled one of the little clear bags out. At least the swimsuit was red. She gave the bag to Emma who opened it and held up this red, minute swimsuit. “It’ll stretch to fit.” Ryan said as he took the bag from Karen and handed them out. “So where can we get changed?” Emma asked. “I’ll go and find out.” Ryan said, and disappeared into the crowd. Five minutes later he was back and told us that we should have arrived already changed. He then said that we could get changed on the back of the lorry and put our clothes into one of the boxes up there. I was the last to climb up and get in between the props. The others were already stripping off so I got started. When it came to putting the swimsuit on I quickly discovered that it was made of a very fine mesh. Yes it did stretch to fit, but when it stretched it became VERY see-through. What’s more it was more like a thong leotard and going up our sides it didn’t start until the sides of my tiny boobs. My butt cheeks were not covered at all and I could clearly see my areolas, nipples and jewellery. I suddenly became glad that I’d not put my chains on that morning. When I looked down to my pussy I could clearly see the front of my slit and my clit hood jewellery; and my clit. To anyone within about 15 feet of me I, and the others, we may as well have been naked. I looked round to the other girls and saw that they too were taking in their exposed state. Kate and Jude had big smiles on their faces. “I take it that Ryan ordered these.” I asked Karen. “Yes he did, I should have known that it was a mistake to agree when he volunteered to get them.” Karen replied. “I like them.” Jude added. “Me too.” Kate chipped in. We’d just about got our clothes stored away when Ryan’s boss appeared. “All set ladies? Oh…. Very nice outfits girls.” He said as he looked round at all the tits, slits and bare butts. “I think that the costume party afterwards will be quite fun.” We stood on the lorry on the sand that was supposed to be a Baywatch beach and watched the others sort out their displays. Five minutes later we started moving. It was then that Karen told us that 2 of us we had to hand out the companies leaflets and the other 3 were to dance on the ‘beach’. Kate and Jude both volunteered to take the first stint handing out the leaflets and quickly jumped down onto the road and started handing them out. I got in between Karen and Emma and started dancing. It was then that Ryan must have turned on, and up to full, my little vibrating clit ring. I let out a little yelp, but it was drowned out by the music. Ten minutes later, the twins climbed back on the lorry for more leaflets. They said that they wanted to go back down and hand out some more but Karen said that we should all take a turn. She gave a big wad of leaflets to Emma and me and told us to get off the lorry and start handing them out. Thankfully, my clit ring had got me a bit aroused and I wasn’t as embarrassed as I first had been when I put the swimsuit on. As I handed out the first few leaflets a young man shouted ‘nice pussy girl’ at me. I blushed a little and moved on but as soon as I was a few yards away I looked down to remind myself just how see-through the suit was. OMG! The crotch of the swimsuit had slipped to one side of my clit hood barbell and stirrup. It was like I just had a string going from my pubic bone, down between my vulva and up between my butt cheeks. I quickly held the leaflets in front of my pussy and re-arranged the swimsuit so that my pussy was covered; even though it was with the see-through suit. I needn’t have bothered because with 50 yards my pussy was exposed again. After re-arranging it 3 times I gave up and was grateful for Ryan turning my little clit ring on and up to full blast. Accepting that I couldn’t do anything about it I just got on with handing out the leaflets and hoped that no one complained to the police. I also wondered if Kate and Jude’s swimsuit had bunched up between their lips as they walked along. After about half a mile I had to stop for a minute or so as an orgasm took control of my body. For some reason, Karen left Emma and me handing leaflets for most of the route. It was only near the end that Kate and Jude jumped down to replace us. As they climbed down I saw that their pussies were exposed as well and I just knew that they’d be happy about that and not do anything to try to cover-up. At the end of the route we were met by Ryan and his boss who told us that we were going straight to a pre-arranged party at a pub to celebrate the day. He insisted that we stay in our swimsuits for the party. The pub wasn’t that far away and we all walked there. I was conscious of how much of me was exposed, the only thing that I was grateful for was that 4 other girls were there just as exposed as I was, and that my clit ring was making me happy. On the way I did look at the crotches of the other girls and was a little relieved to see that al 5 pussies were exposed. In the pub, Ryan and Emma’s boss bought us all a drink and we managed to get a table in a corner. Quite a number of Ryan’s male colleagues kept coming over to congratulate us on our display. I wasn’t sure which display they meant. Five pairs of nipples were all rock hard and making tents in the thin, red, transparent, mesh swimsuits. I was glad that we were all sat down so that our pussies weren’t on display. After a while Karen told her boss that Ryan had told her that while we were on holiday we had formed a dance group called ‘The English Roses’, and since there were 3 of the members there perhaps we could entertain the party. Of course Ryan was in full agreement; and so were the twins; what choice did I have? Ryan organised some decent music while Karen and her boss cleared a space for us. I was nervous as hell as the 3 of us lined up and waited for the start. I hadn’t bothered straightening the crotch of my swimsuit because I just knew that it would be all bunched-up within a couple of seconds of the start. I saw that Kate and Jude hadn’t re-arranged theirs although I suspected that they hadn’t because they wanted their pussies to be uncovered. As soon as our routine started and our legs spread, the camera flashes started. They never seemed to stop all the way through the routine. I managed to ignore them but at one point I wondered what we’d do at the end of the routine where 4 of us picked up the 5th, spread her legs and rubbed her pussy into the face of a man in the audience. The last thing that I wanted was to have my pussy rubbed into the face of Ryan’s boss. Being just 3 of us I decided that we’d stop before that point and end it when we were down on our spread knees; without the masturbation part as well. However, it didn’t work out that way. When we got down on our spread knees my right hand automatically went to my pussy and I started rubbing my clit. I didn’t want to but I just couldn’t stop myself from teasing my clit until I orgasmed; right there in front of Ryan’s boss and lots of his colleagues. As I started to come down from my high I looked to the twins and saw them both getting close to cumming themselves. I felt really embarrassed as everyone stared at the twins as they orgasmed but I had to wait still down on my spread knees until they were ready to get up. I wasn’t the only one waiting. As soon as the twins turned to look at me, 6 big handsome guys came up and in 2s they lifted up and held our legs out wide. They then proceeded to walk round the whole pub giving anyone, and everyone the chance to look at and photograph our very wet pussies. I tried to complain and get the guys to put me down but they just ignored my pleas. After what seemed like hours they took me back to our table and I was able to sit down and hide my pussy. Ryan put his arm round me and told me that I was wonderful and that he really loved me. As I took a drink I looked for the twins; both of them were still in the arms of the guys carrying them around the room. Both looked happy. The drinks were flowing well and it wasn’t long before just about everyone was quite happy. I even stopped thinking about how little I was wearing and even volunteered to help Ryan’s boss get a round of drinks back to our table. While we were waiting at the bar Ryan’s boss told me that he loved our swimsuits and that Ryan was a lucky man. Looking down at my chest, and through the see-through swimsuit to my rock hard nipples he said, “You’ve got an amazing pair of Itty, Bitty, Titties there Tanya; I can see why Ryan thinks so much of you.” I’m sure that I actually blushed, even though I was half drunk and quite aroused. It was only at the end of the evening that Ryan produced a bag with our clothes in, but both Kate and Jude told him to keep them until they had to get out of our car. Karen and Emma took theirs but didn’t put them on. I was too far aroused and drunk to want to put mine on as well and Ryan and 3 nearly naked girls walked back to our car. Going back to China – maybe ----------------------------------- About 4 months after I’d got back from the cultural exchange in China, my boss, Tim, told me that Mr Chang had asked that someone go over to China to train the office staff in the ways of England and our company. Mr Chang had requested that that person be me. I was shocked; I had just never seen that one coming. Tim let me take it in for a couple of minutes then he asked me what I thought and if I had any questions. My first question was if it was back to the place that I’d been to before. Thankfully it wasn’t. I asked Tim where it was and he told me that the Chang Empire had a big office block on a smallish island not far from Hong Kong. The Chang Empire owned the whole island and most of the five hundred or so people who lived there worked in a Chang factory or Chang offices. My next question was if I’d have to be naked all the time. Tim didn’t know the answer to that one. Then I asked if I would be the only one going. Tim said that they only wanted one person. Finally I asked Tim how long it was for. Tim said 2 or 3 months dependent on how it went. I couldn’t think of anything else and I asked Tim if I could discuss it with Ryan and get back to him. He gave me a couple of days.

I AM a Boy. Well …. by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts. They will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 05 The next morning was a bit chilly so I put a dress on and went and helped mum get the breakfast ready. We sat eating breakfast and discussing what we were going to do that day. Mum and dad managed to talk Alex into going for a walk along the coast with them, but there was no way that I was going to do that. In the end mum and dad agreed to leave me behind as long as I promised to keep some clothes on. Dad reminded me that they’d deny knowing about me wandering around naked. Just as we were finishing cleaning up dad said, “Sam, do you know what we forgot to do last night?” Dad asked. “No, what, hey, yes I know, you forgot to shave me.” “And you forgot to remind me Sam, so it’s half your fault.” “Okay then, so when are you going to shave me?” “How about right here and now. You don’t mind being shaved out in front of the tents do you?” “No, it will save getting bits of stubble and shaving cream all over a towel. I’m sure that the grass won’t mind.” “Yes, then you can go and have a shower and clean your teeth.” “Yes dad.” So dad got his shaving gear and told me to get ready. Get ready, all I had to do was take my dress off which I did and threw it into my tent. I stood there, feet apart, stretched my arms up in the air and said, “Oh what a beautiful morning.” With my arms still up in the air, I looked all round. It was still a bit early for most people but Ginger was getting out of his tent. He saw me and stopped dead in his tracks. After a few seconds he said good morning then wandered off towards the toilet block. The grass was a bit cold on my back as I lay down and spread my legs. As dad got to work with his razor, Alex came out of our tent and watched. After a minute or so dad said, “Alex, you need to know how to do this, I can just about guarantee that one day you’ll need to do it so you might as well learn while we’re here. Tomorrow you can shave your sister and I’ll supervise.” “Okay dad.” Alex said. “Okay dad.” I said, hoping that my brother’s hand will be as steady as dad’s is. I looked over to mum who laughed then said, “I’m glad that I got all mine permanently removed, I don’t know that I’d trust a teenage boy to shave mine off.” “Mum, that’s gross.” Alex said. “No it isn’t son.” Dad replied. Ginger returned just in time to see me with my legs up in the air, spread wide and dad shaving all around my butt hole. Ginger just stopped and stared until dad finished and slapped my butt to let me know that he’d finished. I got up, smiled at Ginger and went and got my wash bag and towel. “Sod these bloody clothes.” I thought and went to the showers naked. I nearly went into the men’s showers again, but remembered just in time. As the girly smell hit me I wondered if I should just go into the men’s showers the next time. “Remember to put that chair inside the tent and zip them both up if you go out Sam.” Mum said as her, dad and Alex set off. “And try to keep some clothes on.” Dad added. “Yeah right.” I thought as I sat there wondering what I was going to do. It was still early, probably too early for the swimming pool or for Theo to be wandering about. I decided that it was a good time to inspect my pussy in detail so I went to get mum’s mirror and I sat there, perched on the front of the chair, and stretching the skin all around my pussy. The inevitable happened and I started rubbing my little clit. It was exciting bringing myself off out there in the open and knowing that anyone could walk by and see me. I looked over to Ginger’s tent. Both him and his girlfriend were sat eating their breakfast and staring at me. I wished that my chair was facing them. My fingers moved faster. After I’d cum I just sat there, still perched on the front of the chair with legs spread, my head back and enjoying the morning sun. “Hi.” I heard a woman’s voice say. I opened my eyes and saw Ginger’s girlfriend stood beside me. “I, we, couldn’t help hearing that your parents and brother have gone out for the day and left you on your own, we were wondering if you’d like to spend some time with us, we’re planning on spending the day on the beach and wondered if you’d like to come with us.” As she was talking I realised that I hadn’t tried to cover my pussy or tits, I wanted her to see me close up. Was I starting to fancy girls? When I looked up at her I saw that her eyes were looking way below my eyes. “I err, thank you for the invite but I promised a new friend that I’d meet up with him this morning.” “Okay, not a problem. But if you change your mind you’ll find us on the beach. Maybe you could bring your friend with you. Anyway, it’s an open invite. Maybe you could come and have a drink with us sometime. I’m Alison and my boyfriend is James by the way.” “I’m Sam; nice to meet you Alison. Thank you the offer, maybe some other time.” “Nice to see you too Sam. It’s nice to meet a young girl who isn’t so shy. Not many about these days.” “Maybe it’s because I grew up as a b .. in a family who aren’t prudes.” “Yes, maybe.” With that Alison turned and walked back to their tent. “Got to be careful what I say.” I thought as I watched Alison walk away. Just then a man walked passed with his dog. He stopped and stared at me for a few seconds then walked on. I decided that I’d go and look for Theo. Then I had to decide if I was going to stay naked or put something on. I really thought about going as I was, naked, but in the end I decided to put on the same ‘bikini’ that I’d worn the previous day. Ten minutes later I zipped up the tents and walked off. I waved at Alison and James who were just about to leave their tent. Alison was wearing a thong bikini too. I noticed that her tits were bigger than mine, but there again, she’s much older than me. I wandered around all the entertainment facilities looking for Theo, then went around them again but I couldn’t find him so I went back to my tent. I got a chair out and sat wondering what to do and after a while I had the idea of going to the beach. Maybe I could meet up with Alison and James or maybe I could wander around in the dunes and maybe see some people doing what Theo and I did. That could be fun. Then I had the problem of what to wear. Being a girl does have it’s problems. I solved the problem by deciding to go naked. Remembering what mum had said, I went and got the suntan lotion and covered myself in it. My pussy got special treatment and I made myself cum standing outside mum and dads tent. I had to lean against the chair to stop myself falling over. Picking up a towel and throwing it over my shoulder I set off. As I walked through the campsite no one really took any notice of me and I again thought about my bald pussy (thank you dad) and how much younger it makes me look. I decided that I’d take mum up of her offer of getting rid of the hair permanently as soon as she’d let me. As I went through the gate onto the beach I looked at the dunes where Theo and I had gone then down to the beach. The beach looked inviting so that’s where I went. There were a few families and couples there and again no one really took any notice of me. I walked right to the end of the beach (about half a mile) then turned and walked back. When I got to where the dunes started I headed inland and found a path going through the dunes sort of parallel to the beach. I’d got about half way back to the campsite when I saw a couple of men looking in the same direction. As I got closer I saw 3 more, all obviously looking at the same thing. The path went into a bit of a dip where I could see what the men were looking at and I was surprised to see a man and a woman, both naked and the man was fucking the woman doggy style. I stopped and watched as well. After a couple of minutes I realised that it was Ginger - James and Alison. “Wow,” I thought, “and they invited me to join them on the beach. Missed out there didn’t I?” After a couple of minutes I heard Alison orgasm and realised that my right hand had wandered to my pussy and was rubbing away. James stopped thrusting into Alison then stood up and pulled Alison to her feet. They both looked at their audience and Alison did a little curtsey. “I guess that I’m going to have to learn that.” I thought as Alison saw me. She stared for a second then waved at me indicating that she wanted me to go over to her, so I did. We all said ‘hi’ then Alison asked me how long I’d been watching. “I saw James fucking you doggy style if that’s what you mean.” “Yes it was, did you enjoy watching us Sam?” “Yeah, I guess so.” “It made you horny didn’t it.” “Yeah.” “I know that your brother fucked you last night, would you have liked to be watched while you got fucked?” “Yeah.” “Yes, I like being watched. It really turns me on. We’ve been coming to this campsite for the last 4 years and come here everyday.” “So do you let any of the men watching you fuck you Alison?” “Sometimes, and if a girl watched us James sometimes fucks her.” “Do you want to fuck me James?” “Hell yes.” James replied, “Every man for 20 miles wants to fuck you Sam.” “How many is that, I don’t want to get too sore.” “Bloody hell Sam, how many men have you fucked?” “Well, there’s Alex, my brother, my dad, and my 2 best mates, Luke and Harry; so only 4.” “And how old are you Sam?” James asked. “12, 13 in a couple of weeks.” “So how do you want me to fuck you Sam?” “I don’t know many positions but I like it when the man lays on his back and I bounce up and down on his cock.” “I like that way too.” Said Alison. “So if I get down on my back will you give me a blowjob to get me hard then ride me until I cum?” “Hell yeah.” “Aren’t you worried about our little audience Sam?” “They can come and play with my tits as they watch if they like.” “Wow Sam, I wish that I was like you when I was your age.” Alison said as she waved for our audience to come a bit closer. It didn’t take much to get James’ cock hard. His cock was about the same size as my dad’s when I lowered myself down on to it. Alison didn’t let the men touch me but she straddled James’ face and lowered her pussy onto his mouth while she played with my tits. It was great, both of them must have had lots of practice and really know how to please a girl. I came 3 times. After we were all done Alison told the men that the show was over and the 3 of us just lay there soaking up the sun. Eventually, James said, “Sam, you are an amazing young lady, beautiful, slim, shaved, and with a great attitude to your body. The world needs more young girls like you.” “Thank you James.” I replied, and wondered what he’d say if he’d seen me a few months before. I lay there thinking about how my life had changed, and how lucky I was to be a girl. “So, James, Alison, you 2 come here each day and put on a show for anyone who cares to watch do you?” “Yes, why Sam?” Alison asked, “Are you thinking about joining us?” “Yeah, unless it’s raining. Would you mind?” “Not at all, but would your parents have anything to say about it?” Alison asked. “I ain’t going to tell them. They keep telling me to keep my clothes on but I’m sure that they know that I don’t. I don’t think that they actually care.” “Oh, I’m sure that they want you to be happy Sam. They don’t sound like parents who don’t care.” “Yeah you’re probably right. They do care about me. If they didn’t they wouldn’t have let me change to a g……… err, buy me a whole load of new clothes. And mum’s getting me a whole load of new clothes for school as well.” “I’m sure that you’re right Sam, just be careful. We don’t want to be the cause of any trouble.” “You won’t.” We stayed there in the dunes for quite a while, all 3 of us as naked as the day we were born. Quite a few men came wandering by and James said that they were probably hoping that we’d put on another show for them. Actually, I did, my right hand got a bit busy once when a man stopped on the path and watched us for a bit. When James and Alison said that they were going back to the campsite I went with them. They both put swimsuits on but I didn’t. I couldn’t because I didn’t have one with me. When we went through the gate onto the campsite I split from them saying that I was going to look for my new friend and I looked all around the entertainment places but I didn’t find Theo. When I got back to our tents mum, dad and Alex were back. Mum asked me if I’d gone out like that (naked) and when I nodded my head she said, “Sam, you really are going to get into trouble one day.” That night we all went to the pub - again, it was karaoke night and it was painful listening to some of the people sing - if you could call it that. Thankfully no one in our family got up and embarrassed themselves. For me it was a boring night and I spent most of the time laying back on my chair. Dad kept telling me to close my legs. Alex wasn’t at all hesitant when we went to bed. After I got back from the shower block I found our sleeping bags zipped together and Alex waiting with a hard-on. He fucked me until we’d both cum before we went to sleep. The next morning mum and dad told Alex and I that they hoped that we didn’t have any plans for the day as we were all going to the local town for a look around. “Great,” I thought, “one boring day coming up.” “Oh, that could be interesting.” I said. “Are you going to shave me first?” I asked. “I’m going to supervise Alex shaving you.” Dad replied. I was a little concerned. I knew that Alex wouldn’t deliberately cut me but he hadn’t even started shaving his face so his first shaving experience would be shaving my pussy. Fortunately, dad is a good teacher and I survived with no blood drawn, and a smooth pussy. I saw James and Alison watching at one point and the man walking his dog. I went and had a shower, put a dress on then we all piled into the car for the short drive. The town that we went to is a seaside town complete with everything that all seaside towns seem to have to entertain the visitors. We spent about an hour in the amusement arcades losing dad’s money. One of them had a pinball machine which Alex and I had a go on while mum and dad went for a walk on the little pier. Alex told me that I had a little audience as I played on the pinball machine. There was a box for kids to stand on so that they could get high enough to see what they were doing and I stood on it even though I could probably have managed without it. The thing was, I was leaning forwards and my dress was riding up over my butt. Now I didn’t care about that and I guess that the couple of teenage boys that Alex told me were looking were quite happy about it too. For lunch we went to a Fish and Chip shop and then all sat on a bench eating and watching a little fishing boat come in and start unloading their catch. It must have been over a year since we’d had Fish and Chips and I really enjoyed them. In the afternoon we wandered around the souvenir shops and I got bored. I started bending over to look at something whenever an unknown man was behind me. Each time that I stood up I’d look at the man’s face. It was fun seeing the different expressions. One poor man looked like his head was going to exploded. It’s fun being a girl. When we got back to the campsite I waved at Alison and James who were cooking their tea. Half way through another boring night at the bar I asked mum if I could go to bed early, telling her that I was tired and had a bit of a headache. I hurried back to my tent and got my washing things and went to the gents shower room. Yes, the gents, I wanted to try to embarrass or surprise some men. I didn’t get to do either because no one came in. At least Alex gave me a bit of fun that night. The next day mum and dad went off walking again. Alex didn’t shave me until after they’d gone and when Alison saw what we were doing she brought James over and they both watched as Alex did his stuff; including bringing me off once. After that, Alex went off looking for his new mates and I decided to go to the swimming pool for a while, telling Alison that I may just go looking for them later. I decided to go to the pool without any sort of swimsuit hoping that Theo would be there, or some other male who I could have some fun with. Theo was there. “I’m glad that you’re here Theo.” I said, “I missed you.” “Lost your bikini again Sam?” “Nah, I couldn’t be bothered with it, too many bits of string that needed tying.” “You could have worn something more substantial and stretchy.” “I haven’t got anything like that, I don’t have many girl’s clothes yet.” I replied just before I bombed into the pool next to Theo. Theo was looking a bit puzzled when I surfaced in front of him. “What do you mean ‘haven’t got many girl’s clothes yet’ Sam?” “Oh nothing really, mum used to buy me trousers and shorts a lot but she’s decided to let me wear skirts and dresses now.” “Oh right.” Theo and I messed about in the pool for an hour or so and we got a couple of complaints from adults for splashing them or their kids. Nothing was said about me not wearing a swimsuit. Then Theo said that he had to go, something about going somewhere with his parents. I lay on a lounger for a while and considered playing with my pussy for a while but I chicken out so I got up and set off back to my tent carrying my towel in one hand. I wandered around the reception area and the little amusements arcade but the few people who were there just ignored me. I headed off back to my tent, at least I could lay on my sleeping bag dreaming and playing with my pussy. At lunchtime Alex returned and made a sandwich for us both. “So what are you doing this afternoon bro?” I asked. “A few of us are going to play footy on the beach.” “Can I come?” “Not unless you put some clothes on. I don’t want my little sister distracting us from the game.” “Okay then.” I put on a very short skirt (the only type that I’ve got), a tank top and my trainers and when we were ready we set off to meet-up with Alex’s new friends. A couple of them complained to Alex about him bringing a little girl along but Alex laughed it off saying that I was probably better at football that they were. “Well I don’t want her on my side.” One of the teenage boys said. “Your loss.” Alex replied as they all split into 2 teams. It was his loss because they were all rubbish and I was running rings around them. We’d been playing for about 30 minutes when one of the losers tackled me hard. I went flying and landed badly on the side of my right foot. I must have been giving them quite a show as I sat on the sand touching my angle and yelping in pain, but that wasn’t what I was thinking about. I tried to get to my feet but I couldn’t put any weight on my ankle and I went down again. Of course all the teenage boys were medical experts and were offering their opinions but in the end they all agreed that I needed some professional help. One of them had actually had some first-aid training and together with one other, they decided to carry me to the campsite’s reception and ask for a doctor or an ambulance. They got on their knees either side of me and joined their arms to form a sort of chair for me to sit on and then Alex lifted me onto the ‘chair’. Of course, all that time my skirt was too high up me to cover my butt and pussy so all the boys were getting a good look at my pussy but at that time it was the last thing on my mind. With my arms around their shoulders and my bare butt on their arms the 2 teenage boys carried me off the beach and up to reception. The old guy who was manning reception told us that they had a first-aid room but their wasn’t a first-aider available at that time. He added that he knew that there was a proper nurse camping there at that time. He told the 2 boys to take me to the first-aid room and that he’d send someone to see if the nurse was on site at that time. It took about 10 minutes for anyone to join us, and during that time the boys were whispering and looking over to me. I was sat on a chair with my damaged foot up on another chair and my skirt still up around my waist. The door opened and in walked Alison. “Someone’s had an accident,” Alison started to say, “Oh, hi Sam, judging by the way that you’re sat I guess that it’s you.” “Are you a nurse Alison?” I asked. “Yep, what have you been up to Sam? No don’t go boys, we might need you to carry Sam to her tent or to an ambulance. Can you lift her up onto the examination couch please; and then can you undress her please? I think that I’d better giver her a full examination to make sure that she hasn’t broken anything else.” I looked up at Alison (who was grinning), then at the teenage boys. Both had open mouths and their eye lids were open wide as they could be. “Come on guys, she’s only a little girl. Haven’t you got a little sister?” The 2 boys looked at each other then came over to me. “Can you lift your arms up please Sam?” One of them asked. I did, and my top was soon being lifted over my head and off leaving me just wearing my skirt and trainers. “Jake, can you go round behind her, put your arms under her shoulders then lift her up. Sam, you stand on your good leg and I’ll slide your skirt down.” They did, and my skirt was soon on the floor around my left foot. “Right, you hang on to her top and you come round her front and put your arms round her knees and lift her up. …. No, you’ll have to lift her legs either side of you. When she’s up we’ll carry her over to the couch thing and put her down.” The boy whose arms were under my shoulders lifted, and in the process, his hands went onto my tits. The other boy put his arms round the back of my knees and spread my knees so that he was in between them. I was clumsily carried over to the couch and plonked down on it with me desperately trying to make sure that nothing touched my right ankle. “Can you take her trainers off please guys?” They both came and stood at my feet and the boy at my left foot had my trainer off in seconds. “Take it slow, it hurts like hell.” I said to the boy at my right foot. By that time my right ankle and part of my foot was quite swollen and I was wincing and saying, “Ow, ow, ow.” As he slowly eased my trainer off. When it was off and resting on the couch Alison said, “Thank you boys, don’t go yet, we still might need your services.” The 2 boys were still stood at my feet and looking up between my legs as Alison said, “Right, better look at that ankle first.” Alison rolled-up a towel and lifted my calf. She brought my leg down leaving my knees well apart. As my calf rested on the towel she looked closely at my ankle then asked me to move my foot. It hurt like hell but I did manage to move it a little bit. “Good, good Sam; I don’t think that you’ve broken anything. I have a spray back in my tent that will ease the pain so that you can walk on it. Can you 2 boys look after Sam while I’m gone, maybe check-out the rest of her to make sure that she has no other injuries?” “Err yeah, I guess that we could do that.” With that Alison was gone and 1 of the 2 boys moved round to my side. I just lay there, silently wondering if they were going to take advantage of the situation that Alison had put me in. “I guess that we should feel you all over to see if anything hurts.” The boy now stood at my side said. With that his hands went straight to my tits. “Can’t waste an opportunity, even if it is a little girl. After all, she’s got some tits; not very big tits but the definitely feel like tits.” “And her pussy sure looks like a girl’s pussy. Let me see what it feels like.” “Of course it looks like a pussy, it IS a pussy.” I replied. The boy’s hand went straight to my pussy and a finger went straight inside me. I moaned. “She responds like an older girl, and she’s so wet!” “Her nipples are rock hard as well.” “Have we got time to fuck her?” “Pull her down to the end of the couch and you fuck her cunt while I fuck her mouth. With a bit of luck we’ll be done before that nurse gets back.” And they did, made me cum as well. I managed to swallow most of the boy who was fucking my mouth’s cum, but some landed on my face when he pulled out a bit too soon. The blob of cum was still on my cheek when Alison returned. “No Sam, don’t try to get off the couch yet, I need to treat your ankle. Boys, you shouldn’t have let her try to get half off the table. Can you pull her back up please? Did you find any more injuries?” “No.” One of the boys replied. After the boys had pulled me back up the table Alison came and stood beside me. “What’s this on your cheek Sam?” Thinking quick, I replied, “One of them pressed too hard on my stomach and some spit came out of my mouth and landed on my cheek.” “It doesn’t look like spit to me but if it is you won’t mind me putting it back in your mouth Sam.” Alison used a finger to scoop the cum up and my mouth opened to accept it. As soon as her finger was inside my mouth it closed and I sucked the finger clean as I looked up to Alison’s smiling face. “Right Sam, this spray is used by sportsmen and will bring almost instant relief. Can one of you boys come round here and hold her leg up and over the side of the couch, I don’t want any of the spray landing on the couch.” My right leg was pulled sideways spreading my pussy wide. Alison looked at my pussy and the boy’s cum that was starting to leak out. Looking up to my face she gave me a knowing smile. I winced as the cold spray hit my ankle and as the spray continued my ankle started to hurt less. Alison stopped spraying and within a couple of minutes my ankle was much better. “Wow Alison, that spray is magic, my ankle doesn’t hurt any more.” “Sit up and move it around Sam.” Alison said. The boy let go of my leg and I sat up, hiding my pussy for the first time for ages. I lifted my right leg and looked at my ankle as I slowly tried to move my foot. It still hurt a little bit but it was only a little bit. “Try standing on it Sam.” Alison said. I slid off the couch, letting all my weight be taken by my left leg. Putting my left arm onto Alison’s outstretched arm, I slowly put my right foot to the floor and transferred my weight to it. It still hurt, but only a little bit and I could put all my weight on it. “That stuff is amazing Alison, thank you so much, and thank you guys for carrying me here and taking care of me. You did a great job distracting me from the pain.” “Are you coming back to the footy game?” One of the boys asked. “I think that I’ll go back to my tent and take it easy for a while, just in case it starts hurting again. Can you tell Alex please?” “Yeah, sure.” One boy said as they both left. “So did the boys ‘examine’ you in a nice way?” Alison asked. “You mean, did they fuck me? Yes they did. Thank you for that Alison.” “Well you didn’t come to find us in the sand dunes so I thought that you’d appreciate it.” “I did. I think that I need to sprain my ankle more often.” “Put your clothes on Sam. I’ll go and tell reception that the problem has gone away then I’ll walk you back to your tent.” “Thank you Alison.” Mum and dad beat Alex back to our tents and mum insisted on checking my ankle. “Still not wearing any knickers.” She said as she couldn’t help seeing up my short skirt as she inspected my ankle. “Didn’t bring any mum, I couldn’t see the point.” “Okay, but be careful, I don’t want you to get into any trouble.” “I won’t mum.” I replied, but thought, “It won’t be trouble, it will be fun.” That night was another boring night at the bar but I did catch a few men looking up my skirt as I sat like a boy with my knees wide open, and Alex made me happy in the sleeping bag. The next morning my ankle was as good as new and dad shaved me in full view of Alison and James who were smiling as they stared at me. “Do you thing that our neighbours are enjoying the show?” Dad asked me. “Probably, but it isn’t anything that they haven’t seen before dad.” “You told me about Alison fixing your ankle yesterday and I guess that she must have seen up your skirt, but when did her boyfriend see you without your clothes on?” “He’s seen me here, naked most mornings like now, and evenings too dad. Oh, and he saw me naked down on the beach, I stopped and had a chat with them.” “Okay, but you be careful Sam, we’re not always around to help you.” “Dad, I’m a tough kid and I can run fast too.” “Yeah, okay Sam. Oh, we forgot to tell you and Alex, we’re going to the zoo today so after you’ve had a shower you’d better put some clothes on. Okay sweetheart.” “Bloody hell dad, you’ve never called me that before.” “Well, you weren’t a girl before where you?” “Yeah, okay, but don’t go all mushy on me, I’m still getting used to this girly thing.” Dad was just finishing off shaving me and he gave my little clit a rub and got me all excited before pulling me to my feet and slapping my bare butt. “Go shower kiddo, we want to get to the zoo before the crowds do, and if you see your brother tell him to get a move on.” “Yes dad.” I grabbed a towel and my soap and went to the showers. I went into the men’s showers and saw Alex inspecting his zits. “What are you doing in here Sam? You should be in the ladies, especially as you haven’t got any clothes on and look like a girl.” “Well it wasn’t a boy that was in your sleeping bag last night was it Alex?” I replied, causing a man that was shaving his face to turn and stare at me. “We’re going to the zoo bro so dad wants us back at the tent quick.” Just as I was about to go into one of the shower cubicles, Theo came out of another cubicle and said, “Hi Sam, so you’re off to the zoo today, have a nice day. Oh, and your brother is right, you do look like a girl.” “Ha, thanks Theo, maybe see you in the swimming pool tomorrow morning. Maybe we could go down to the sand dunes and have a bit of fun.” “That sounds fun, seeya Sam.” The day at the zoo was fun, I like animals, and I’m sure that a few people saw my pussy whenever I bent over or when I went on some of the amusement rides. The next day was our last day camping and mum and dad wanted to go walking. Of course Alex and I didn’t mind. It was Alex that shaved my pussy after mum and dad had left for one last, short walk along the coast. Alex took the opportunity to make me cum while Alison and James watched. I asked him to fuck me out on the grass but he wouldn’t, saying that it was too public for him. I called him a wimp and dared him to fuck me out there but he still wouldn’t. As it was our last day there, and the weather was okay, I decided that I wasn’t going to wear any clothes until mum and dad got back and I walked to the swimming pool just carrying a towel. Theo wasn’t there so I lay on a lounger and waited. A man arrived with a couple of young kids and got in the pool. I watched him as he watched me in between messing about with his kids. I slowly spread my legs to let him have a good look at my pussy and I was just about to start rubbing it when Theo turned up. He had a plastic football with him so we messed about in the pool for a while before deciding that it was time to go to the beach. Theo wanted to take his ball back to his tent so we walked to his tent before heading to the beach. I was hoping that his parents would be there and see me all naked but they were out, but I did get seen by a few people and one woman muttered something and held her hands over her little boy’s eyes as we passed them. Both Theo and I had a little laugh. In the dunes I didn’t waste any time getting Theo’s shorts off and giving him a blowjob. It didn’t take him long to get hard again and he wanted to fuck me while I was on my hands and knees. As he was fucking me I looked around and saw an old man’s head peering over a dune. I wondered if he was wanking. Theo made me cum but when he’d cum again I told him that he’d have to lick my pussy and make me cum with his tongue. He’s not as good at that as Dad or even Alex but it was still good. Afterwards we went looking for Alison and James, I was hoping to get fucked by James, but we couldn’t find them so we went back to the campsite. We came across Alex and some of his new mates kicking a ball around and asked if we could join them. Both the guys who had helped me when my ankle got hurt and when they saw the naked me they were keen to let me join in. I said that Theo had to play as well so they agreed. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the football game turned in to almost one continuous rugby scrum with me at the bottom getting groped and finger fucked. On one point I managed to look between the legs and arms on top of me and saw Alex and Theo. Theo looked totally bemused and Alex had a big grin on his face. I got so close to cumming a couple of times but each time someone pushed too far into me or pulled on my little clit too much and the pain killed-of any pleasure that was building up. When they finally got off me for the last time I saw that Theo had gone. Alex was still grinning. Most of the guys decided that they were hungry so we all split up and Alex and I went back to our tents. We’d just got ourselves a sandwich when mum and dad returned and told us to start taking the tents down. When the car was packed mum asked me if I was going to put any clothes on for the drive home. “I can’t mum, all my clothes are in my bag which is somewhere under that lot.” I said pointing to the back of the car. The journey home was fun as Alex took advantage of my nudity to play with my tits and pussy as we drove along. At one point I announced that I was tired and asked Alex if I could lay on his lap. I managed to get his cock out and suck it while he talked to mum and dad. The next day I put a dress on and went looking for Luke and Henry. When I found them Luke immediately said that we were going to the wood where they both fucked me and I gave them blowjobs. Afterwards, as we lay on the grass staring up at the sky and the odd plane that was leaving a white trail across the sky, Henry asked, “So Sam which do you prefer being, a boy or a girl?” I didn’t need to think for long. “Sorry guys, but I prefer being a girl. Okay, I have to put up with having periods but they ain’t that bad and they’re only for a couple of days a month; but girls have so much more fun. “Maybe you’ll change your mind when you have to start getting all fashion conscious?” Luke said. “Maybe, but I don’t intend to be told what to wear, wearing what those stupid, self appointed ‘fashion police’ say that I should. I like these short skirts and practical tops. You know, a girl can be in a very public place wearing just a thin, very short, almost see-through dress and nothing else, and look very smart. Men can’t do that.” “I like you wearing those types of clothes too Sam. I can see you nipples and pussy when you wear them. Please don’t ever start sitting like a girl and crossing your legs all the time.” Luke said. “What about school? You’ll have to wear the uniform.” Henry said. “Yeah, but the rules aren’t that strict.” I replied, “Black skirt or trousers and a white blouse. As far as I know they don’t say anything about how long the skirt has to be, or whether or not bras and knickers have to be worn.” “They might change them when they see you next week Sam.” Luke said, “assuming that you haven’t got any underwear or longer skirts yet.” “Nope, and I don’t intend to.” I replied. “And that’s another thing, boys clothes are so thick and heavy and restrictive. Okay, girls can wear boys type clothes as well, and look like a boy, but girls can get away with wearing next to nothing and feel almost naked all the time; that’s exciting, it makes me horny.” “Maybe that’s because you’ve worn boys clothes for so long.” Luke said. “Maybe that’s why a lot of girls look as though they’re daydreaming all the time. Maybe they’re horny and thinking about being fucked.” Henry said. “Maybe,” I replied, “the other thing is that lots of men stare at girls and when they stare at me I think that they’re imagining me being naked. That doesn’t happen the other way around does it?” “Not that I know of.” Luke said. “But girls have to shave their pussies every day.” Henry said. “No they don’t, they don’t HAVE to, they choose to. Mum says that being bald down there and not wearing knickers is healthier. My doctor said the same when I went to see him to get the pill.” “You mean when he made you cum?” “Yeah dummy, you know that I’ve only been to the doctors once since I was a baby. Men have to shave their faces every day. Besides, I’m going to get my pubic hair removed permanently just as soon as I can. My mum’s had all hers permanently removed, and she doesn’t wear a bra. She rarely wears knickers as well.” “I had noticed.” Luke said. “Have you been perving at my mum Luke?” “Not deliberately Sam, but it’s hard not to notice a couple of fruit pastilles on the front of her dress at times and she gets a bit careless with her legs at times.” “My mum wears a bra all the time.” Henry said. “Yeah, but she’s got big tits. I’d hate to have tits that big. It must be painful for her. I like mine as they are; I don’t want them to grow any bigger.” “Neither do I.” Henry said as he rolled onto his side and grabbed the nearest one of my tits. “Another thing,” I added, “most men like looking at naked girls but how many women like looking at naked men?” “Do you like looking at naked men Sam” “I like playing with their cocks.” “You can play with mine any time that you want Sam.” Luke said. “Mine too Sam.” Henry added. “Thank guys, I’ll hold you to that.” The conversation ended there because my hands went to their cocks and coaxed then to get hard. We fucked again before going home. That afternoon mum took me into town to get some last things for school, another short black skirt and socks and another pair of flat shoes. She tried to get me some knickers and a bra but I again refused saying that they were a waste of money. She didn’t push it. Mum came to school with me on my first day of the new term. She took me straight to the office and asked to speak to the headmaster. When he saw me he gave me a strange look then took us into his office. Mum explained everything to him. “Well,” he said, “that’s a first for me, but it’s not a problem. There’s no rules or laws about the subject that I’m aware of, so Sam can just join his, sorry her class and get on with her schooling. I’ll have a word with her new teacher and ask her to quell any rumours or unpleasantness. Don’t you worry Sam, everything will be okay, but if any of the other children start giving you any problems just let me know. It would come under the category of bullying and as you know we have a zero tolerance policy on that. Okay Sam, off you go to your home room, and thank you for coming in and explaining everything.” As I walked into my home room everyone turned to look at me. I wondered how many of them thought that I was a new girl and how many recognised me and thought that I had gone all weird and was wearing girl’s clothes. The teacher saw me, and called me over. The headmaster must have phoned her and explained everything because she called the class to order then said, “Boys and girls. I’m sure that you have noticed that Sam is now dressed as a girl. That’s because Sam was born a girl, but as she grew up she decided that she was a boy and dressed accordingly. That was hers and her parents choice. This is a free country and choosing to do what she did was not against the law and no one got hurt or upset. We have to, and we will, respect her choice in doing that. Like most of you, Sam has now reached puberty and she has now decided to revert to being a girl. Again, her choice and again, all of us will respect that choice. From now on, Sam will be just like any other girl. Sam is a girl and you will all treat her as one. Okay, has anyone got any questions?” There was a long silence then the boy who had teased me about my tiny cock said, “Well that explains a lot, those tits. But hang on a minute, he, sorry, she, saw all us boys naked in the shower.” “And you saw her naked.” Luke replied. “Yeah, I guess that I did.” The boy replied with a smile on his face. Another boy said, “Does that mean that I can put a skirt on and do PE with the girls and then shower with them too Miss?” “Only if you’re a girl Tommy.” Miss replied. “But Sam was girl when she came into the boy’s showers Miss.” “And I’m guessing that she showered naked Tommy. Would you shower naked with all those girls there?” Tommy blushed and said nothing. “Okay kids, any more questions or can we get on with starting the day?” There was along silence then the teacher got started calling the register. Our first lesson was in our home room and at the end of it the teacher called out my name. When I got to her desk she repeated what the headmaster had said about bullying then added, “Oh, and Sam, you may like to consider a longer skirt and some underwear tomorrow. You just proved to me a few times that you are definitely a girl.” “Yes miss.” I replied as I left the room. The conversation had only taken seconds and most of the class were just outside the door waiting for me with lots of questions. “What did it feel like being a boy?” A girl asked. “Why did you do it?” A boy asked. “Did you like wearing those horrible restrictive clothes?” Another girl asked “Did you really see all the boys cocks? What were they like? Were they hard?” Yet another girl asked. “You’ve seen all us boys in the shower.” “Does it feel weird wearing girl’s clothes Sam?” Another boy asked. Are you going to still shower with the boys?” Yet another boy asked. I just smiled as Henry and Luke grabbed an arm each and pulled me through the crowd. “Miss saw my pussy.” I said when things got a little quieter. “Did you flash her Sam?” “I must have, but I didn’t realise that I had.” “So are you going to get some knickers and longer skirts?” Luke asked. “No, why should I? I like how I am.” “So do I.” Henry added then continued. “So are we walking home trough the woods this afternoon?” My pussy twitched and I felt my nipples harden. “Of course. You don’t have to ask Henry.” The rest of the day was just as weird. Word spread and there was always a lot of kids around me, staring at me. Some asking similar questions. When I looked at our new timetable I saw PE the next day. “Shit,” I thought, “I’d forgotten about PE.” When one lesson got boring I started to think about what girls wore for PE. We’d never had PE with the girls since I’d started at this school so I’d never seen what they wear. When I mentioned it to Luke and Henry, Luke said, “Just wear your boys PE kit. I’m sure that some of the girls wear shorts like yours. For some weird reason some girls like wearing boys sports clothes.” “What about my footy boots? Shall I take them?” “Never seen girls wearing footy boots but maybe they wear them for hockey. Is there a girl’s football team? “Dunno,” I’ll find out I replied. “Maybe I can still be in the boys team?” “You’d run rings round them Sam.” Henry said. “Do girls play football in a skirt?” I asked. “Dunno.” Luke said, “I’ve seen them playing hockey once and some of them were wearing skirts.” “I’ll have to get mum to buy me a skirt for PE then.” “You’re turning into a real exhibitionist Sam.” Luke said, “Maybe you should just go to school naked. I’ve read a story about girls having to go to school without any clothes on as some sort of punishment or to try to make them less shy.” “You sure as hell aren’t shy Sam. Can an exhibitionist be shy?” Henry asked. I did take my boys PE kit with me the next day and I discovered that some of the girls wore the same sort of PE clothes. The PE wasn’t anywhere as near strenuous as the boys lessons had been and I didn’t even get sweaty or dirty, but that didn’t stop me having a shower at the end. Some of the girls didn’t have a shower and just got changed. It was strange watching other girls get changed and showered. I found myself staring at them and my pussy tingled a bit and got wet. I wondered if I was a lesbian.

I am my Brother’s Slave by Vanessa Evans Part 3 We walked to one of George’s mates houses first, the walk was okay except that I had to keep putting the shoulder straps back in place, I was happy that I didn’t need to take a bag with me so I had both hands free. George’s mate, Will, looked vaguely familiar and I wondered if he was one of the guys who had gang-banged me at the party. He said hello and complemented me on my dress which I didn’t understand because it’s horrible. We’d gone in the back door, to the kitchen and Will quickly thrust beer bottles in each of our hands, me included. I didn’t want to drink but I didn’t want to be impolite so I took it and took just a very small sip. That left one hand free to keep my shoulder straps in place. Then we went into the lounge where there was 3 other guys and Logan introduced me and I had 2 things to think about. Had they gang-banged me and what was I going to do as the first of them stuck his hand out to shake mine again. His hand was really shaking mine and the inevitable happened. Fortunately, one arm was stretched out in front of me and the other, holding the bottle, was bent at the elbow and the dress didn’t hit the floor, but it did go down far enough to expose my tits and butt, the bib covering my pussy. “That’s quite a dress you’ve got the Ella;” the man said still vigorously shaking me hand.” I managed to extract my hand and single handed pulled my dress back into place. “You should wear that dress the other way round Ella.” The second man said as he did the same thing with the same results. “I don’t think so, I’ve got enough problems with it as it is.” I replied. “In that case you should just take it off Ella.” “I’m not doing that.” “Maybe later then.” The third man stuck his hand out and after I’d got the shoulder straps back in place I put my hand out hoping that his handshake would be a gentle one. It wasn’t and the same thing happened. By then George had come over and he said, “Just take it off Ella, it’s okay for girls to be naked around guys. You can put the dress back on just before we leave.” I looked at George and thought, “It would make sense, it’s bound to fall off again and I’m sure that I’ll have mega problems with it in the pub and it’s more than likely that all of these guys have seen me naked before. Hell, they’ve all probably fucked me before so it’s not likely that they would see anything that they haven’t seen before.” So I shook my shoulders and down went the dress. It was still held up by the arm that was holding the beer bottle so I passed that to my other hand and the dress totally hit the floor. Stepping out of it I heard one of the guys say, “Glad to see that you’ve got rid of the bush Ella.” It was just confirmed that at least 1 of the guys was in on the gang-bang. “So you like being naked with half a dozen guys round you do you Ella? It’s turning you on isn’t it?” “Yes,” I quietly replied, “how do you know?” “Well, for starters you nipples look very hard and the other obvious thing is that your standing with your feet apart and I can see your juices on your pussy and inner thighs. On top of that a lot of girls get turned on when they are naked with a bunch of clothed guys especially if they want the guys to fuck her. I bet that your nipples and clit are tingling aren’t they?.” “Yes.” I quietly replied and I think that I was blushing a little. “What’s that pink thing that we can see?” I’d bent the antenna up in front of me and discovered that it would stay there but pushing the front of the dress out which pulled the back of it against my butt. “It’s a vibrator.” I quietly answered. “Is it switched on?” “No.” I quietly answered. “I’m sure that we can solve that problem, who’s got the control?” “George, but it’s not a problem. I like it as it is thank you.” “Maybe not for you Ella. GEORGE, where’s the control for the vibrator?” I hadn’t planned on drinking any of that beer but right then I needed a drink so I took a big swig of it then put the bottle on the table. George obviously thought that it was a good idea for the vibrator to on because he got his phone out and seconds later I gasped as George turned the vibrations up to full and left it like that. Oh gawd, that thing was both horrible and wonderful. It seemed to be attacking my nerves and sending shock waves to my nipples and my clit. Those three parts of me needed holding but I only have two hands. My left hand grabbed my right tit and squeezed and my right hand pressed on my pussy, one finger going inside me alongside the antenna but that was vibrating as well and my hand was transferring some of the vibrations to my clit which just made things worse, or was it better. My hands couldn’t stop the vibrations so I tried moving my weight from one leg to the other and back but that didn’t help, or did it? Before long I realised that an orgasm was starting to build. I did and didn’t want that right then. I was naked, just about dancing and holding my tit and pussy in front of 5 clothed guys and an orgasm was building deep inside me. I didn’t really want to cum in front of them but unless George turned the vibrator off it was going to happen. On and on the vibrations went and the orgasm got closer and closer. I dropped to my knees then fell backwards so that I was flat on my back on the floor. I could feel my legs trying to push further and further apart. I swore a couple of times then shouted, “I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING.” My pelvis went up, my arms and legs went rigid and I stopped breathing. Seconds later I gasped for air and my muscles relaxed but the vibrations were still there. I heard someone say, “Do you think that she can give us another?” And I realised that if George didn’t switch it off there was every chance that I would cum again. “Please George.” I said but one of the guys interpreted that as to me wanting more and he said, “Leave it on George.” He did and the inevitable happened quite soon. Again I shouted and then went rigid as the orgasm hit me like a train. Again I stopped breathing and only relaxed because George took pity on me and switched the vibrator off. “Oh my gawd.” I said, “that was ……” “Awesome.” One guy said. “Embarrassing.” Another guy said. “Just for us.” The third none family guy said. “Yes, all of those.” I replied. “Wait, no, I didn’t do that for you lot, George made me do it.” “Go on Ella,” Will said, “tell us that you didn’t enjoy it.” “I did.” I quietly replied. “I think that you really enjoyed putting on that show for us Ella,” George said, “and that you’d be happy to put on a repeat performance whenever we tell you. Tell me that I’m wrong Ella.” “I can’t say that.” I quietly said. “Come her Ella, give your big brother a big naked hug.” I did, then when we broke I said, “I’m really glad that I came to live with you.” “Good because we are glad that you did, you’re not the only one who is having lots of fun.” “It’s happy families time over there.” I heard Will say. “Fuck off.” George replied. Then he turned to me and said, “I meant what I said Ella but I only said it to you because at that moment I thought that you needed it.” “I did need it, and I also have to say that I love every minute with you and Logan even when I’m doing what I just did, especially when I’m doing what I just did,” “So you’re game to do it again Ella,” one of the guys said, “or to let us all fuck you again.” “Woah there guys,” George said, “there isn’t going to be a gang-bang here tonight, that will have to wait until the next party, we’re going to the pub in a bit.” I was both happy and disappointed. I hadn’t remembered anything about my first one and I wanted to know what I had missed. Another guy turned up a couple of minutes later and when he saw me he said, “Ella, still got no clothes on I see and you got rid of that ugly bush. I like the vibrator and you’re looking hot girl.” “Thank you.” I said and knew that he was one of the ones that gang-banged me. I picked up my beer and had another good swig. After the guys had finished the beers that they had someone said that it was time to move on so I put my half finished beer down and put my dress back on. As we walked to the pub with me with one hand on my stomach to stop the dress falling off, the last guy to arrive, Trevor, was talking to me. “So do you like living with your brothers Ella?” “Yes I do, it’s much more fun than living with my parents.” “So you like all the nudity and the sex?” “I do. I’ve done a lot of things for the first time and they’ve all been great.” “What about your initiation at the party?” “You mean when you and the other guys gang-banged me Trevor? “How do you know that I was part of that?” “You just about told me so back at the house and you’re not denying it.” “Bright girl, so did you like the gang-bang?” “I don’t know, I can’t remember much about it I was drunk and passed out.” “Yes you were, in a way it was like fucking a bag of bones but you did cum at one point?” “Oh, did I, I don’t remember. Can a girl really cum when she’s passed out?” “I guess so, or maybe you weren’t passed out, just the booze blocking your memory.” “Maybe, whatever it was I can’t remember it.” “But you’ve had lots of orgasms since then haven’t you?” “Thousands, well it seems like thousands, even the neighbour and the shop keeper have given them to me. And I had a couple back at the house before you got there.” “Did those bastards gang-bang you before I got there?” “No, George used this vibrator inside me to make me cum. Can you see it as we walk?” “It is hanging down a bit but I wouldn’t worry, most people won’t even see it.” “Good, it’s bad enough having to walk around in this horrible dress but having that thing hanging down makes things worse.” “That dress isn’t so bad, it does show off your assets, your nipples are showing right now.” “I know, they won’t stay covered when I’m walking and my hand is there to stop the whole think falling off me.” “Those shoulder straps do seem to have a mind of their own. Maybe you should just let it happen and carry the dress over your arm?” “And get arrested for public indecency? No thanks.” “Yes, the coppers around here are real Jekyll and Hyde characters.” “What?” “Never mind. We’re here now, don’t worry about the bouncers seeing your tits they’ve seen thousands of them.” The bouncers did look at me but they didn’t say anything and when we got inside I saw that the place was crowded. There was a big football match on and it seemed like half the city was there watching it. The guys that I was with had to almost force their way in, and to find somewhere where we all could stand. Two of the guys went off to get some drinks leaving the other 4 and me to just stand there, the guys watching the big screen TVs and me feeling a bit out of it. “Well,” I thought, “there no chance of anyone seeing that pink thing sticking out of my pussy in here, hell, I could let the dress fall off me and no one would notice my naked body.” It took forever for the 2 guys to return with the drinks and I wasn’t exactly please to see that they’d got a pint of beer for me. Bottled beer doesn’t taste that bad but I quickly found out that beer in those big glasses taste so different. I managed a couple of mouthfuls then started looking for some way to leave the rest. Almost as soon as we went into the pub the shoulder straps of the dress had dropped off my shoulders and the only reason that the dress had stayed on me was because I held it in place with one hand on my stomach and that hand stayed there all the time. That is until someone scored a goal and the whole room erupted. Arms went up in the air and people were jumping up and down and someone knocked my arm that was holding my dress in place. Gravity took over and the dress started to fall off me. Fortunately I was still holding my pint glass and my bent elbow stopped the dress from falling right off, it just dropped enough for my tits and most of my butt to be exposed. I frantically started to pull it up with one hand which was not easy. I just about made it by the time that the cheering died down and I don’t think that anyone realised my predicament. I hoped that there wasn’t going to be another goal. Shortly after that more drinks appeared but thankfully, whoever bought them must have seen that my glass was still nearly full and didn’t get me one. I was feeling a bit left out of things as it appeared that I was the only person there who wasn’t interested in football and I was happy when the game stopped for a break. Our group turned to face each other and started talking to each other. Most of it was about the football but not all and I did get included in the conversation a bit and I did drink some more of my beer. I decided that it was an acquired taste because I started to like it. It wasn’t long before the game started again and it went on for hours, well that’s what it felt like. Fortunately, my suspicions that someone might score again were right and I was prepared for another knock that would result in the dress falling again and I managed to keep it in place when the whole pub erupted 2 more times. Finally the game ended and some people started leaving and leaving space for us to expand. In fact we even managed to get a table to sit around. I could finally take my hand from my stomach and not worry about the dress falling off me. I finished my beer and managed to tell the guys going for more not to get me one. I didn’t say so but I was starting to get a bit light-headed. Unfortunately for me those guys did get me another pint of beer and I found it hard not to drink it. By the time it came to leave I was definitely light headed. When I stood up to leave I nearly fell back onto the seat, and I’d forgotten to hold the dress in place. When I was sat again I was topless. “Come on Sis.” Logan said as he lifted me up and pulled my dress up for me. With his arm round me, and holding my dress in place, Logan helped me out and on our way home. When we got near to our street Logan asked me if I could walk on my own okay. I said that I could so Logan let go of me. I stumbled a bit as I walked out of the dress and the next day I was happy that Logan had picked it up for me. I walked the rest of the way home naked apart from my shoes. I remember being on my back on the kitchen table with one of my brothers fucking my pussy and the other fucking my mouth. Then they swapped ends and I ended up with 2 loads of cum in my pussy and 2 in my stomach. I managed to get upstairs and to the bathroom where I had a pee then went and got into Logan’s bed. I went out like a light. ***** I woke up in Logan’s bed with him snoring beside me. When I remembered what had happened I got up and frantically searched for my dress. I didn’t want to have to go to Blackpool with absolutely nothing to wear. Fortunately I found it on the floor behind the sofa. I went to the kitchen and saw the pink vibrator on the worktop getting charged. I silently thanked my brothers even though I couldn’t remember it being taken out of me. I had drink of water, put the kettle on then went and lay on the sofa. Some time later I woke again to see Logan staring down at me. “You need to get yourself cleaned up, the full works then put what you’ll need in bag. We’ll be leaving in about an hour.” “Thanks Logan.” I replied then got up. But before going to the bathroom I needed a coffee so I went and made one then took it to the bathroom. Thirty minutes later I was ready, standing in the lounge totally naked and holding a plastic bag with my pills, toothbrush and shaving things in it. “I’m ready.” I announced. “Vibrator?”Logan asked. “I ran and got it and the charger and put them in the bag.” “You can spent the week naked like that if you want Ella,” George said, “but you may want to take the dress.” I cursed myself as I ran to where the dress was and stepped into it. “Let’s go.” Logan said and we all went out and got into Logan’s car, me in the back. It only has one door on each side so I had to climb into the back, George slapping my bare butt as I bent to climb in.” “Take the dress off Ela.” George said. “You want me to travel to Blackpool naked? People will see me.” “Probably, and don’t forget to put the seat belt on.” George replied. “And put you’re vibrator in, George is going to help the journey go faster for you.” Logan said. I did, and George did, as soon as we’d got out onto the open road I felt the vibrations start. They weren’t strong at first but over the next half hour or so they got stronger. “You’re not allowed to cum in the Ella,” George said, “so let me know if you’re getting close.” A few minutes later I said, “I’m getting close George.” The vibrations stopped but a few minutes later they started again. Four times I had to say that I was getting close until they stopped when we stopped at a McDonalds for a drive-thru meal. I’m sure that the guys taking the money and then handing us the food and drinks saw me in the back but they didn’t say anything. Although at that moment I could easily have jumped out and made myself cum right there in the drive-thru. The vibrations started again when we’d finished eating and George kept edging me for most of the rest of the 3 hour journey. I saw a few people looking at Logan’s car as we got overtaken but I couldn’t tell if they’d seen me. although I was sure that one lorry driver saw me as we were overtaking him, he honked his horn and gave me the thumbs up sign. George switched off the vibrator when we got close to Blackpool leaving me a very frustrated girl. We arrived at the farm late afternoon and once out of the car Logan gave me the dress to put on. He’s stopped outside the farmhouse so that we could go and let the farmer know that we’d arrived and to get the key. It was only as we walked to the farmhouse that I saw what turned out to be the farmer standing near a bush watching us. I guessed that he must have seen me get out of the car naked then put the dress on. The farmer came with us to show us where we could get water from and where to empty the chemical toilet. As we were walking I heard him talking to Logan, “Did the girl travel all the way here naked then?” “Yes she did, she doesn’t like clothes. You’ll probably see her running around without clothes on, will that be a problem for you?” “No, and not for my boys but if I were you I’d keep an eye on her when the boys are around, they’ll probably try to service her.” “Thanks for the warning.” “Right, tap and that’s the drain for the toilet. I’ll run a hose into the field tomorrow so you won’t have so far to walk for water. If there’s anything else that you need you come and see me. There’s no one in the other caravans at the moment but I’m expecting some people with tents to come in a couple of days, I’ve also got a booking from some young men from Manchester as well. They should arrive tomorrow.” “Okay, we’ll keep our noise down and we promised that we’d keep the place clean, the girl will do that.” “Good, there’s a bus stop at the end of the drive and the buses from town run until the early hours. Just come and ask it there’s anything else. Oh, I know that you city folk don’t get to see farm animals very often so you’re welcome to wander around the farm and see them but please, if you go through a door or a gate, shut it behind you.” “Thank you.” Logan said. “Yours is the second van on the left. Have a good holiday.” With that the farmer turned and left us and Logan went to get the car. “May as well start as you intend to go on Ella, get the dress and the shoes off.” “I might stand in some cow shit or something.” “Then you’ll have to go to the tap and wash it off.” “Go to the tap naked?” “Yes Ella, if anyone sees you just smile at them.” Although I’d mildly complained I was starting to like the idea of people there seeing me naked. I wondered what the farmer’s boys were like and if they’d like seeing my naked body. George and I walked to the caravan, me watching where I was putting my feet. As we got there Logan arrived in the car. The caravan wasn’t that big, but it certainly wasn’t the smallest that I’ve seen and inside it looked quite nice. We had to lift out a couple of chairs, a table and a couple of loungers to be able to get inside. “Where’s the bedroom?” I asked. “You’re standing in it.” Logan said, “you take the table down and use the seat cushions as a mattress. You’ll be sleeping in the middle Ella and us on ether side of you so whichever of us get to you first fucks you, or we may share you like we did last night.” “Where’s the bathroom?” I asked. Logan opened a door and I saw a very cramped shower and toilet. “That’s small.” I said. “You could always go and shower at the tap Ella, I’m sure that the farmer would like to watch you.” “I’ll struggle in there.” I replied. Logan turned on a tap and we could hear a pump working but no water came out. “Take that container and go and fill it at the tap Ella.” “You want me to go to the tap like this? The farmer or his boys might see me.” “And that would be a bad thing because?” “Okay I’m going.” I said thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing if they did see me naked. Off I went swinging the carrier in my hand. I looked around and was and wasn’t happy that there was no one else around. I didn’t realise how heavy water is until I had to carry the container back and my arm ached a little when I got there. Logan tipped the water into a tank from outside the caravan then he told me to go again and that I’d have to go 2 or 3 times a day. Maybe more if I kept the shower on for too long. Suddenly the idea of showering at the tap didn’t sound too bad. After 2 more trips and with aching arms I sat on one of the chairs outside rubbing my arms to get some life back into them. As I sat there I looked around. Apart from the farm buildings I couldn’t see any other buildings, it was so peaceful and the air was so fresh. I nearly nodded off to sleep but George brought me back to reality with the vibrator. “Bloody hell George, I nearly had a heart attack.” “Don’t get too comfortable Ella, we’re going into town. Get cleaned up then sort out what you’re going to wear.” “You always were the funny one George.” I replied. “Do I leave the vibrator inside me or do I pull it out?” I asked. George told me to take it out and put it on charge which I did. Then I put my dress and shoes on and we walked out of the farm, me holding my stomach to keep the dress from falling off me. We could see a bus stop down the road and when we got there Logan read the timetable on the post and we only had about 5 minutes to wait. It only took about 15 minutes before we were dropped off right in the centre where thousands of people were walking about so George and Logan decided to explore a bit. We walked passed a lot of the sort of junk shops and arcades, then in the window of one of the junk shops I saw a mannequin wearing a long T-shirt. “Can you buy me one of those T-shirts please guys, I can wear it as a dress.” “I was expecting a firm ‘NO’ but Logan said that he would buy me one. I was so excited as we waked in and looked for the racks with the T-shirts. What both Logan and George actually bought me was 2 dresses, both black. One is a nice looking mini dress complete with short sleeves, a collar and a ‘V’ neck. From a distance it looks like the stereo ‘little black dress’, but when you get close up you can see that it’s made of fine mesh and you can see straight through it. To people nearby I may as well be naked. The other dress is a tube dress, black and made of some sort of thin stretchy material. It looked way too small for me but Logan said that it would stretch to fit me and that it would stay in place because it was stretchy. George told me to try on both dresses and I was eager to do so. The thing was, there was no sign of a changing room and the sales man was busy with other customers so Logan told me just to drop my dress and try on the new ones. Within seconds I was naked in the main part of the shop and pulling the first dress on. I knew by then that it was see-through close up but that became very obvious when I looked down at my chest. I could see every detail of my nipples and areolae. Just after I’d pulled it on a young man walked passed us and I heard him say, “Very nice.” I didn’t know if he meant me bare or with the dress on. “Really, you want me to wear this?” “Yes we do.” Both my brothers replied. Try the other dress.” Logan said. I quickly pulled the see-through dress off then put the tube dress on. It’s fair to say that it was a tight fit so I knew that it wouldn’t be dropping off me, and it is comfortable. I pulled the top so that it covered my tits, ignoring my pokies, then I started to adjust the hem. I soon found that the dress has 2 halves to it, one half being a good 10 or 12 centimetres longer than the other. “The long side goes at the back.” George said so I shuffled the whole dress round until the longer bit covered my butt. I then pulled it down so that the front part covered my pussy. “You look good in that.” George said. “Thanks,” I replied, “I’m a bit worried because I had to stretch the material to cover both my tits and my pussy.” “It will be fine Ella, you look great.” Logan said with a smile on his face. When I wore that dress the next day I discovered that when I started walking in it the hem line worked it’s way up and if I didn’t keep pulling it down it worked its was high enough for my slit, bald pubes and probably my clit to be on display. Not realising that last part at the time I was so happy to be getting at least one (the tube) dress that I would be decent in and when I told my brothers that I was happy George said, “Good, we’ll get both. Put your dress back on Ella.” I quickly got naked then put my barrel dress back on, pleased that I wouldn’t have to wear it for much longer and ignoring the 2 teenage girls that were looking and giggling. I left that shop with one hand on my stomach and the other holding a bag with the dresses in. From there we kept walking. Taking in the atmosphere and deciding which place to get something to eat. Suddenly a young man walking towards us collided with my shoulder and the impact and the shock caused me to loose grip on my dress and down it went. I screamed and both Logan and George turned to see what was wrong with me. Dropping the bag with the dresses in I grabbed for the dress and quickly pulled it up but George and Logan weren’t the only people to look at me, I saw 2 other men looking and smiling. As we got walking again I asked George if I could put one of me new dresses on. “Where.” “Anywhere, here if I have to.” I replied. “Okay, right here on the pavement with all these people passing.” I was hoping that he’d at least let me go into one of the little alleyways or even behind a parked car. Then I had a brainwave, I got the dress that was on the top in the bag and opened it up. Then I let the straps of the barrel dress slide right off my arms one at a time whilst I held the dress with the other hand. “Can one of you hold my dress up whilst I put the new dress on over my head?” Logan stepped forward and put a hand on my left tit over the dress. I wasn’t too happy that he was doing that in public but it was a means to an end so I lifted the new dress, put my arms up inside it and was about to let it slide down me when Logan let go. The barrel dress hit the pavement and the new dress was still high in the air. I quickly let go and moved my hands down to pull the new dress into place. I gave a big sigh of relief as the dress fell into place. Okay I knew that it was see-through to anyone who got close to me but I could just keep away from people. Besides, as someone had told me recently, most people see what they expect to see and their brain doesn’t register exactly what their eyes are seeing. Giving a big sigh or relief I bent over and picked up the barrel dress and asked George if I could get rid of it. “Angie won’t be too pleased.” Logan replied. “I can tell her that it got caught on some barbed wire at the farm and it ripped.” I replied, pleased that I’d thought of that so quick. “Okay,” George said “but then you’ll be down to just 2 dresses, you can wear that one at night and the other one during the day.” I was happy with that arrangement, it also meant that I’d be wearing the dress that I had on only when it was dark outside meaning that there was less chance of anyone realising that it was see-through. I dumped the barrel dress in the next trash can that I saw. “Who’s hungry?” George asked. When he got 2 positive replies we headed away from the Promenade and soon came across a Burger King. As soon as Logan opened the door I knew that I had a problem, the whole place was bathed in bright lights. “Act like it’s not see-through.” George said. “Easy for you to say.” I replied, but I knew that I had to do just that. Okay, I got a few long looks as people saw my butt, tits and slit but no one said anything and I started to relax a little. George ordered and we went and sat at a table, me rushing to get furthest away from other people. “See Ella, people either don’t realise or don’t care. Besides, if anyone did want to complain the worst we’d get is thrown out and no one wants to waste a lot of time finding a copper and complaining to them. That would take a lot of their time, holiday time.” “I guess so.” After a while our number came up and Logan stood up. I thought that he was going for the food but instead he told me to go and get it. Putting on a brave face I walked up to the counter and handed the ticket over. The eyes on the guy were almost laughable as he realised that he could see my tits. I smiled at him, picked up the tray and walked back to our table. “There you go Ella,” George said, “easy wasn’t it?” And it was. An unknown guy had seen my tits and probably my butt and I hadn’t been at all embarrassed. “I told you that it was okay for girls to go around nearly or totally naked.” Logan said, and I was starting to think that maybe he was right. Food finished my brothers decided to start our way back to the bus stop and I have to say that I was starting to walk around with more confidence and when I saw someone realise what they could see I just smiled at them and kept walking. Even when we got on the bus I walked passed the driver and I know that he saw me but I didn’t care. Back at the caravan George and Logan arranged the seating into a big bed and they took me at both ends before swapping then going to sleep. ***** I woke up with one cock going into my pussy and another into my mouth. The previous night’s fucking session was repeated before I was told to go and organise the breakfast. It was a little cramped, the whole kitchen area being so small that I didn’t even have to twist to get to everything. We had breakfast outside and I thought that it was really nice eating out in the open. George went to have a shower and when he came out he said that the water had run out. Guess who had to take the container and go and get some more. I was just filling it at the tap when a young man came round the corner. The way that he was dressed told me that he was one of the farmer’s boys and he stopped when he got to me. “I heard that we had a young nudist girl in one of the vans, I take it that that’s you, I’m Eddie.” “Ella.” I replied. “I could make that easier for you if you want.” “How?” “I could run a hosepipe down to your van but it will cost you.” “I don’t have any money. “I wasn’t thinking of money.” “What then?” Eddie put his hand on his crotch and looked at me. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “I was thinking more of a blowjob, running a hose out is easy.” I thought for a second then said, “Okay.” “Follow me Ella.” I did and he led me into a barn where he unzipped his jeans and said, “Over to you Ella.” I nervously go onto my knees in front of him and stuck my had into his jeans. “No undies.” I said as I pulled his soft cock out.” “Too warm, anyway listen to the pot calling the kettle black.” I ignore that as I looked at his cock. It was a nice one, not that I’m an expert, and for a few seconds I watched as it got hard, then I kissed the end of it. “Come on girl, I haven’t got all day.” I licked it then put my mouth over it and started sucking. I don’t think that I’m an expert at blowjobs yet but Eddie seemed to be happy but he pulled out and shot his load all over my face. “Thanks Ella,” Eddie said as he put his cock away, I’ll go and get that hose, I’m surprised that dad didn’t offer it to you when you got here.. I wondered if the farmer knew what would happen, but I wasn’t upset, it meant that my arms wouldn’t ache again. I followed Eddie and watched him get this big coil of blue pile and unroll it down the field to the back of our caravan. George saw me and my face and he said, “Had to pay for the hose did you?” “Yes I replied.” George laughed then told me that the farmer had told him that he’d run a hose into the field that day. “So I needn’t have given Eddie the blowjob then?” I said. “Nope.” George replied. I watched Eddie walk out of the field then a couple of minutes later water start coming out of the end of the pipe that had a tap on it. I took the pipe to the caravan’s tank and held it filling the tank until it started overflowing. Then I decided to have my shower outside using the pipe. Okay I had to hold the pipe but there was much more room. When we were all cleaned up Logan told me that we were going back into town again and that I should put my day dress on. I was excited as that was the most normal dress that I’d be wearing since I went to live with my brothers. It was only when we left the caravan that I discovered the problem with the dress. When I’d put it on I’d pulled the dress up to cover my tits properly and down to cover my pussy properly. It stayed like that in the shop but when I started walking about in it the material started to shrink a bit and I had to pull it up to keep my nipples covered, but that soon meant that my bare pubes and slit and clit were exposed, or I could pull it down and after a few steps my nipples would pop out. I had a dilemma and by the time we got to the bus stop I’d decided that people were more likely to notice my exposed nipples than my exposed bare pubes and slit and clit thinking that they were the same colour as the tops of my legs making them less obvious. Of course my dilemma amused George and Logan and they congratulated each other on their choice of dress. So that was it for the day, I had to walk around with my bare pubes and slit and clit on display except when I put my hands or anything else that I could get my hands on, in front of my pubes. Doing that proved to be difficult when we were in the amusement arcades and on the rides at the Pleasure Beach although on the rides it wasn’t a problem, it was when I got off them and I forgot to check what parts of me were exposed and just started following my brothers and someone noticed. One middle-aged lady told me that I might like to check the top of my dress one time. I thanked her and guessed that she obviously hadn’t looked at the hem. We were there for hours until both George and Logan started complaining that it had cost them a fortune and I remembered seeing a board with prices on and remembered that the prices were extortionist. This time it was Fish and Chips and again George complained about the price. We went onto the Promenade and sat on a seat to eat them. My legs weren’t crossed and I knew that all the people walking along would, some were, looking at my bald pubes but I didn’t really care. Sometimes when some young men were passing one of my brothers would tell me to open my knees and I did. After that we went for a walk on the beach. The tide was out and there was acres of sand and we came to some sand dunes. George told me to take the dress off and walk naked along the dunes. I was quite enjoying it when I got one hell of a shock and thought that an aeroplane was about to crash but Logan told me that we were very close to Blackpool airport and that a plane was coming into land. I wondered if any passengers looking out of the windows would be able to see me and tell that I was naked. Shortly after that we turned and headed back, George telling me to put my dress back on only when we got near to some people. By the time that we got near to the Pleasure Beach I had just about forgotten that my dress was ridding up uncovering my pubes and slit. Either that or I didn’t care any more because I didn’t even think about my exposure. We headed back to the bus stop and then back to the caravan. When we saw the field I saw 2 largish tents not that far from our caravan. As we got closer Logan and George said hello to 2 of the guys there and they got chatting. I just stood there like a dummy forgetting that my pubes and slit were on display. After George introduced me to Adam and Mike I saw them staring at my pussy. Logan saw them too and said, “Ella, what are you thinking of, you know that you’re not supposed to wear your dress on the site, take it off or get your butt spanked.” Well I didn’t fancy the latter so I took the dress off leaving me naked in front of 2 guys that I had met just seconds before. Now Adam and Mike were staring at me in disbelief but when Mike got his wits about him he shouted, “LIAM, JACOB, COME AND MEET OUR NEIGHBOURS.” Out of the tents came Liam and Jacob, Liam stopping dead in his tracks for a second when he saw the naked me. After introductions Liam asked why I was naked. “She only came to live with us a few days ago and somehow she managed to loose all her clothes so she had to stay like that. Then she got used to being naked and when we bought her a couple of dresses she talked us in to keeping her naked whilst we’re on this site.” Whist he was saying that I was just stood there actually feeling a little embarrassed. The guys got talking again and it turned out that they liked football and that there was a big game on that night. Before I realised it plans had been made for all 7 of us to go into town and watch the game in a pub. “Great,” I thought, “how boring, I hope that the lights in the pub aren’t very bright.” Cans and bottles of beer appeared and soon everyone was chatting away like old mates. One of the guy had given me a bottle of beer and with nothing else to do I drank it. When it got near to teatime George sent me to get some food ready and Mike and Liam did the same in front of their tents. After we’d all eaten and cleared away Logan sent me to have a shower at the outside tap. Jacob came with me saying that he needed to fill their water bottles. I offered to let Jacob fill the bottles before I showered but he insisted that I shower first. While I was doing so he got me to tell him how I ended up naked in the first place. So I told him, even about the gang-bang that I couldn’t remember. “Bloody hell Ella,” Jacob said, “you’re going into town wearing that dress with nothing underneath it?” “I don’t have a choice. No one will buy me any underwear and my only other dress is for day use only.” “Well this sure is going to be interesting isn’t it guys?” The other 3 guys were all staring at me Mike eventually said, “You look so sexy like that Ella.” I nearly blushed for the second time since I had met those guys. Jacob was sat next to me on the bus and he asked me what it was like being naked, or as good as, most of the time. “Embarrassing at times but it makes me so horny when guys stare at me. Like when I met you guys this afternoon I was embarrassed but I was also horny, I wanted to just make myself cum right there and then.” “You wouldn’t have got any complaints for us Ella, and promise me that if you feel that way again you will just take care of your need, or get one of us to help you with it.” Before I could answer George interrupted, “Hey you guys, if you want to fuck Ella when he get back you can but you’ve got to wear condoms.” I was a bit stunned. When I thought about it I wasn’t really surprised that one of my brothers had offered my body to some guys that we hardly knew. The other thing was that I had been wanting to know what I had missed the first time, it was just that I wasn’t expecting the second time to be so soon. Having said all that, my pussy was starting to make a wet patch on the bus seat. I managed to keep in the middle of the 6 guys for most of the time until we found a pub that was screening the game, and that would let so many people in. The bouncer on the door gave me a sort of ‘knowing’ look when the bright lights showed him my bare body through the dress but he still let me in. The game was as boring as I expected and I have to say that through boredom I drank more than I wanted to. Thankfully not enough to get me very drunk, just a bit happy. A few people round our group looked at me for longer than a quick glance but I just ignored them and I was glad when the game was finally over. I didn’t know who had won, or care, but the guys with me seemed satisfied with the result. From there it was to McDonalds and we al sat in a corner. The thing was, they wanted me to play with myself while they watched me. I was too happy to not think of an excuse so I spread my knees, shuffled down in the seat and started rubbing. At one point I saw a young McDonalds girl looking down on me as she collected our rubbish. I saw her smile and wondered if lots of girls made themselves cum in McDonalds. Anyway, I achieved the goal I was given and I sat up straight when I had my wits about me again. Satisfied with their achievement we left and headed to the bus stop. Jacob got talking to me again and the first thing that he asked me if I was okay. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” I replied. “It’s just that not many girls would have done that.” “Well I’m not any girl and I actually liked doing that.” “Would you have done that before you moved in with your brothers?” “Hell no, I would have been mortified at even the thought of them seeing me like this never mind playing with myself.” “So are you happy that you moved in with your brothers?” “Hell yes, I’ve never had so much fun.” “You’re one hell of an amazing girl Ella.” “Thank you Jacob.” Back at the caravan more beers were opened and it wasn’t long before the guys wanted me to perform for them. A groundsheet and one of those foam mats was brought out and surrounded by all the torches that everyone had. I also saw that everyone including George and Logan had go their phones out. Then I was told to get on my back and make myself cum. “I don’t know that I can do this, not in front of everyone like this.” “Come on Ella,” George said, “You orgasmed in front of lots of guys before we went to the pub to watch that last football match and you did it again in McDonalds.” What choice did I have, I spread my legs and my fingers got working. It took a while for me to get into it but once I did getting to my climax didn’t take that long due to the 6 expectant sets of male eyes staring at me. “That was a great start to the party” George said, “right, who wants her first? Remember guys, you 4 need to wear a condom if you’re sticking it in her cunt or her ass.” For the next hour or so those 4 guys gave it to me every way that they could, even in my butt. At one point I was laying on my back with one of the guys underneath me with his cock in my butt. Another guy was on top of me pounding into my pussy whilst a third guy was laying sideways across my head with his cock in my throat. The fourth guy was laying alongside me and he had taken my hand and put it on his cock and I was furiously wanking him. The only thing missing was another guy laying on my other side and me wanking him too but I had enough trouble coordinating getting satisfaction from 4 cocks. Three cocks came inside me but the 2 at my lower end didn’t leave anything inside me whereas the cock in my throat gave me a little late night snack. The cock beside me left a deposit on my side which got rubbed into my skin by all the skin contact. Me, I had 2 orgasms while all that was going on, and the best part was that I was aware of it all happening and would remember it the next day with nice memories. At the end of it I was exhausted but happy, my first conscious gang-bang and I wanted more. Before going to bed George had me take a shower and because it was late at night it was a cold shower which made me fully alert. I went back to the guys with the towel around my shoulders but George told me to go to bed. I was asleep within seconds and I wasn’t woken by George or Logan until the morning when I became aware of a cock inside me. ***** The 4 guys had left their tents by the time I got up and after breakfast my brothers decided that we were having a day at the campsite. It started with playful challenge of who could get what inside my pussy. The first thing that Logan put in me was a beer bottle. First the top end then the bottom end. That hurt a little but, thankfully, he was patient and he worked it slowly in letting my pussy adapt to the size bit by bit. Next George took me outside and he removed the tap from the end of the hosepipe and put the pipe with water pouring out of it in my holes. That was a weird feeling and I had to keep pulling it out because it felt like I was about to burst. Logan got me to lay on my back, fill up, hold it then see how far I could squirt the water. I was impressed with myself when Logan said that I’d squirted it just over 2 metres. George told me that he knew a guy who could piss over a car and he got me to see how far I could piss. It wasn’t the 2 metres but he told me that I might be able to make the distance if I was desperate to go. A challenge for another time. Whilst rummaging around the drawers in the caravan George discovered some golf balls and they wanted to see how many they could get inside me. In spite of the water washout my pussy was lubricating well and we had about an hours fun with then pushing the golf balls inside me and me pushing them out. They made a video of themselves doing it and how my pussy reacted. I was amazed to see my pussy sort of grab the balls and suck them in with me not trying to control my muscles. It was like my pussy had a mind of its own. They managed to get 3 balls to stay inside me but when the tried for a fourth it would disappear inside then immediately come back out. I had no idea what my pussy was thinking. Logan tried a tennis ball. At first it was too painful. George said that it was probably because of the texture of the ball so he coated it in cooking oil then tried again. He succeeded but it felt strange and I was happy when they said that I could squeeze it out. Finally they both wanted to see if they could get all of their hands inside me, thankfully not at the same time. Both of them stretched me more than anything had before and it felt really weird when the waggled their fingers inside me. Just when I thought that it was all over they got me to put the first 2 fingers of both my hands inside, back to back, then pull my the 2 sets of fingers apart, thus opening me up as wide as I could. To be able to do this I had to be on my back with my knees back up over me and by my head. My arms had to go over the backs of my thighs to be able to get my hands to my pussy. Logan told me to stay with me stretching my hole as much as I could for ages whilst they probed inside me with the handle of a wooden spoon to see if I was ticklish inside. I wasn’t but it felt weird. They also took a few photos so that I could see inside myself. That afternoon my brothers decided that we would go for a wander around the farm to look at the animals. Of course they told me that I had to go naked which didn’t bother me. By then being naked was the norm and I have to say that whenever I had to put a dress on it felt strange for the first couple of minutes. Anyway, we wandered around watching the chickens, pigs and some sheep that were in a barn for some reason, then we wandered out into the fields. The cows scared me a bit. Logan and George laughed at me when I said that they looked like they were eyeing me up before coming to eat me. George told me that cows wouldn’t eat me but pigs would, then he told me a story about a murderer who had cut up his victim’s body and fed it to the pigs. I refused to go back and see the pigs again. When we went to one field a couple of horse came over to see us. I was just stroking it’s head when the farmer’s son, Eddie, drove up on one of those quad bike things. He asked me if I wanted a ride on one of the horses. At first I was too scared, telling Eddie that I’d never been on a horse before and that there wasn’t a saddle on it. Anyway, the 3 of them talked me in to it, Eddie assuring me that the horse was docile and that I’d be okay. He also got the horse to stand beside the gate so that I could climb up that then go over the horse. With the help of a few hands I managed to get on. It felt so strange having the horse’s hair pressing against my inner thighs and pussy. Eddie talked to the horse again and it slowly started walking whilst I hung onto it’s mane for dear life. How Eddie was controlling the horse I have no idea. I never thought that horses could understand human talk but this one was doing what Eddie told it to do, even when a sheepdog came bounding over and was running all over the place. Thankfully the walk wasn’t long and Eddie told me to swing one leg over then slide off the side of the horse and that he would catch me. He did, under my armpits and when he let go of me his hands slid round my front and over my tits. “They’re nice and firm.” Eddie said as he stared into my eyes. Unfortunately at that point the sheepdog decided to start sniffing at my pussy. I stepped back but George said, “Let it lick you Ella.” I remembered when my mum’s dog had climbed onto my bed under the sheets and licked me until I’d cum so I spread my legs and let the sheepdog lick me. As I was enjoying what it was doing to me I heard Eddie say, “A dog’s nose is up to a million times mote sensitive than a human’s, you must smell really nice Ella.” That dog licked me to an orgasm whilst the 3 guys just watched. My little tits were wobbling along with the rest of my body as the orgasm took control of me. I put one arm out and onto Eddie’s shoulder to give me something to hold on to to stop me falling over. I guess that sheepdogs don’t know what a girl’s orgasm is because it kept going and took me to another peak before Eddie told it to leave me alone. “Maybe we should get a dog at home.” George said. “Naw,” Logan replied, “she’d never get any work done.” “Thank you Eddie.” I said as I let go of Eddie’s shoulder, “that was, err, nice.” Eddie turned to face my brothers and said, “You guys might like to look in the other barn. There’s lots of old farm equipment in there that you might find interesting.”Eddie said. “Thanks we will.” Logan replied. With that Eddie turned and got back on the quad bike and the dog went running after him. “You’d like a dog at home wouldn’t you Ella? George asked but before I could answer Logan just said, “NO.” The other barn was interesting to my brothers, and in a completely different way to me, you see my brothers decided that they’d like to continue the game of what they could put inside my pussy and in that barn was lots of handles and knobs and they had me backing onto or lowering myself onto all sorts of things that I had no ideas what they were for. The only thing that I didn’t really like about it all was that all those metal things were cold. A lot of them were rusty as well but at least the rust wasn’t flaking off. The thing that I did like, or should I say be grateful of, was that my body is still going through that phase of producing gallons of natural lubrication all the time. Logan had his phone with him and he took photos of me on each object that went inside me. That night was our last one in Blackpool and Logan and George wanted to hit the pubs again. George told me to put my vibrator inside me and when I did he gave me a quick blast just to prove that it was working. The 4 guys from Manchester came with us and I didn’t take long for one of them to see the pink tail sticking out of my hole through my see-through dress. Jacob was the first to spot it and he asked me if it was what he thought it was. When I told him that it was a vibrator he asked me who had control of it. I told him that I didn’t know which of my brothers had the phone. I was pleased with myself in that I wasn’t at all self-conscious about my see-through dress all evening but having said that it may have been because my brothers kept my arousal up all evening and a number of times I pleaded with them to take me over the edge and give me the relief that I needed. Unfortunately they didn’t give me that relief until we were on the bus going back to the farm. I hate to think what the other passengers thought of me as they watched and had to listen my noises of pleasure. Back at the caravan it was more beer for the guys, George and Logan saying that we weren’t taking any back home so it had to be drunk. I had one as well and it’s fair to say that I was in a happy mood and was well up for it when someone suggested a pissing distance competition. I didn’t win but I sure gave it a good try much to the delight of all the guys, some of whom photographed me trying. Before we all turned in for the night George told the guys that they could fuck me provided that they used condoms again and I spent the next half hour or so on my hands and knees getting fucked one after the other until they had all filled their condoms inside me. I didn’t do too badly out of it either, I came twice. George didn’t feel like fucking me when we went to bed so it was just Logan that fucked me before we went to sleep. ***** I was awake first and I soon discovered that both my brothers had a morning woody. Not wanting to waste either of them I lowered myself onto George’s and bent over so that I could take Logan’s in my mouth. It wasn’t easy riding George’s cock squat over him like that and I woke him whilst trying. His response was to turn me and lay me on my stomach with my head over Logan’s cock while he spread my legs and fucked me from behind. After breakfast and a shower outside I had to give the caravan a really good clean then we packed the car ready to leave. George took me over to the say goodbye to the Manchester guys and they all said their goodbyes by fingering my pussy. “One last finger fuck.” As Jacob described it. Then it was up to the farm to hand the keys over, George taking me for the farmer to have one last look at my naked body before we got into the car to set off. Again with me being told to ride in the back totally naked. We stopped once in a Service Area for us all to have a pee and they let me put my day dress on to go over to the buildings. I just pulled it on making sure that my nipples were covered and not even thinking about my bald pubes. I have no idea if anyone saw my pubes and slit. When we got back there was lots of washing to do and George and Logan left me to it while they went out somewhere. When I was hanging the washing out the neighbour Tom came out to see me. He told me that the week away had made me look even better and that my vertical smile was as inviting as ever. It took me a couple of seconds to realise that he was talking about my slit. I smiled and asked him if he would like to get a closer look at it. As soon as all the washing was on the line I went round to Tom’s house for a very pleasurable hour.

Bright Sparks Children’s Home by Vanessa Evans Part 08 – Going Home Well that was the ‘interesting’ parts of the holiday, and it finally came time for them to pack up and return home. The girls pleaded with Dennis to let them travel naked, but he insisted that they put some clothes on if they wanted to go into the service area, and that was what they did. Mandy accepted that she couldn’t travel naked as she was sat up the front alongside Dennis. When they arrived home everyone was surprised to see that the extension looked complete but Dennis assured them that it wouldn’t be, that there’d still be a lot to do inside. After they’d unloaded all their personal belongings Dennis asked for 2 volunteers to help unload the equipment at the stores and take the minibus back. He was surprised when Ruth and Angela stuck their hands up. “Okay,” he thought, not thinking that they would have to climb onto the roof and that they were both wearing very, very short dresses. The poor storeman nearly had a heart attack when he looked up and saw 2 pussies staring down at him. “They err, aren’t err.” The man tried to say. “Don’t worry about it mate, they’re not worried so why should you?” “Well err, okay then.” The storeman replied, still looking up. It took twice as long to unload the minibus as it had to load it 2 weeks earlier. After they’d dropped off the minibus they had to get home and the only real option was to go by bus, two separate buses and both girls took it in turn to go up the stairs in front of other men going upstairs on the bus. Back home Dennis was pleased to see that the naked Mandy had got the kids started on the washing and put in an online order for the food that was needed quite quickly. Of course, everyone wanted to look at the extension but Dennis managed to keep them inside while he went to see if the architect, Ian Johnson was on-site to get an update and to see if he could have a look inside the extension. He found him and was happy when Ian gave him a hard hat and told Dennis to follow him. Dennis was pleased with the progress. The new kitchen was well on it’s way to being ready, as were the new bathrooms although Ian asked Dennis why there were urinals in both bathrooms. Dennis lied, telling Ian that they would be getting the girls and boys to swap floor every so often. Ian looked a bit sceptical but didn’t question Dennis. Dennis looked at the communal showers and imagined girls and boys in there at the same time. When Dennis had seen everything that he wanted, he asked Ian when the extension would be ready for them to move in and Ian told him that it would be finished by the end of next week so they could move over, over the weekend. Then Ian asked Dennis if he needed any help with the move. “Thanks, but I’m sure we can manage, none of the kids have much and it will do them good to help move everything over. I assume that you want everything that we want to keep moved over?” “Yes please, If you can get it done over the weekend I can get the teams in to gut the place gutted then rebuilt as per the plans. Should only take us 3 or 4 weeks.” “Excellent.” Over dinner that night Dennis gave everyone the good news then told the girls that they wouldn’t be able to do their keep fit exercises out the back naked. “Can we just wear our bikinis please Dennis?” Ruth asked. “That would be okay, but no pulling them to one side to flash the construction workers.” “Aaaw, spoilsport” Jennifer replied. Dennis also warned then that once they were in the new extension there was a good chance that workmen will still need to go in there to fix the odd problem or two, and that if they got caught without any clothes on they were to apologise and quickly go and put something on. “So if a plumber is on his back under a sink we can put one of our micro skirts on and go and stand next to him?” Ruth asked. “Well you can, but don’t distract him from doing his job, and if he says anything about your lack of underwear you’d better give him a good reason for it, and by good I don’t mean that you left them off just for him, just say something like you didn’t have any clean ones when you got up that morning. I can’t have them thinking that my girls are deliberately flaunting their naked bodies in front of them. Everything has to be accidental. It will be good practice for you when you get older and have to fend for yourselves.” “Are you saying that we should flaunt our naked bodies to get what we want in life Dennis?” Jennifer asked. “That’s up to you, your individual choice, but I can tell you for certain that men like looking at female flesh and most of them will do just about anything to see or get their hands on parts of a girl that are normally covered.” “Do we have to let them fuck us?” Angela asked. “Well that’s up to you Angela, but men like the teasing nearly as much as the catch.” “So are we teasing you Dennis?” Lucy asked. “Yes, and I love seeing all you girls naked. Your reward is that you have a good life here and that I teach you things that your school never will.” “Like our oral sex game?” Lucy asked. “No, I didn’t teach you that, that was your idea, but I’d like to think that I got your brains working along those lines. And you boys, I don’t do everything for the girls and nothing for you, you benefit a lot from the girls, I know all about your bed-hopping and where else could you be sat eating a meal with 7 beautiful naked girls?” Most of the boys smiled and Tommy quietly replied, “I know, thanks Dennis.” “Right, so girls, please don’t put everything that you’ve got here at risk by flaunting you cute little bodies where you shouldn’t; and be warned, social services will be here quite a lot over the next couple of months and I don’t want any of them to see a naked girl, okay?” “What are they coming here for?” Tommy asked. “Two things Tommy, firstly they’ll want to see the new extension and make sure that they’re happy with it. And secondly, we’re going to end up with 24 guest rooms and they’ll be bring more kids here.” “Will they all be girls?” David asked. “Well, I’ve made it clear that I have a preference for girls but I’m sure that we’ll end up with some new boys but I’ve also told them that I’ll only take children over 14. We’ll just have to wait and see, but we need Team Bright Sparks to pull together so that our way of life doesn’t change.” “So do we have to wear clothes all the time?” Lucy asked. “Hell no, only definitely when social services are here and if there are any workmen working inside here, or the extension after we move over there.” “Good, I was getting worried for a minute.” “Relax Lucy, you can flaunt your cute body more than enough other times. The boys won’t stop lusting after your body just because you have to cover it some of the time.” Tommy was sat next to Lucy and he leaned over and grabbed one of her tits and said, “I’ll still love these.” “Gerroff.” Lucy replied pushing his hand away. “You didn’t say that last night Lucy.” Tommy said. “That was different.” “Okay guys, who’s washing up? Oh, that reminds me guys. There’s a big dishwasher in the new kitchen.” “Yeeeessss.” Tony said and a couple of the others laughed at him. That night when Dennis was doing his rounds he was pleased to see that all the girls were sleeping on top on their beds totally naked, 3 of them cupping their pussies as they slept. The next morning Dennis was woken by Mandy riding his morning woody – again. After they’d both cum Dennis got out Mandy’s magic wand and gave her 2 more orgasms with it as she told him that she’d missed her wand when they were on holiday. Dennis could smell bacon cooking when he headed downstairs and he congratulated Tommy and Lucy for remembering that cooking breakfast was their job for the day. The amusing thing was that Lucy had forgotten to wear an apron and kept jumping back as the hot fat splashed on her naked body. It was the weekend and Dennis wanted to take Mandy shopping for some slightly more modest clothes for when she started at college. “Don’t you want me flashing my tits and pussy at all those college boys and teachers?” “That’s up to you Mandy, but you need some skirts that don’t show your butt cheeks when you do anything but stand still. Not for my benefit, I’d love to take you everywhere totally naked, but these social services people will be here quite a bit and we don’t want you to get thrown out of college for having your pussy on display all the time.” “Hmm, I guess that you’re right Dennis, but I can still sit in the classrooms with my knees open can’t I? I need to get the fresh air on my pussy, the doctor says that it’s more healthy that way.” “Of course you can, and the doctor is right, a healthy pussy gets a lot of air to it.” “Good. Can we get the clothes from a shop where people will be able to see me naked?” “Hopefully, but it depends on what we can find.” Dennis told the kids that they had to go out for the day just like they usually do on a weekend. “Can’t I stay here please?” Tommy asked. “Sorry, Mandy and I have some business in town and I can’t leave you alone.” “Okaaay.” Tommy replied. A good hour later the kids left, the girls having reluctantly put some clothes on and Dennis told Mandy to get on her back on one of the kitchen tables and lift her legs up in the air. She did, automatically spreading them wide. Dennis got down on his knees and ate her to a noisy orgasm before standing up and fucking her to another noisy orgasm, him cumming just after she had. Two young men joined them at the bus stop and Dennis went up the stairs before Mandy, Dennis expecting the young men to follow her up and get a great view, and he wasn’t disappointed. They wandered around the fashion shops, Mandy having to take her dress off to try the skirts on, and, as per Dennis’ instructions, leaving the curtain half open. Dennis and a few other waiting partners getting a great view of Mandy either topless or nude. If Mandy liked the skirt she’d always come out to show Dennis and ask for his opinion, and she never bothered putting on a top because she didn’t have one with her. Although she always acted as if she had a top on, and her hands never went anywhere near her tits. In about the fourth shop they managed to find some skirts that they both liked. When she was stood out in the entrance, topless, and next to 2 other men waiting for someone, Dennis told her that she would have to shorten the skirts by about 10 centimetres. That made the eyebrows of one man rise because the skirt was already well above mid-thigh. As they walked out with Dennis carrying the shopping bag she asked Dennis just how short he wanted them. As usual he told her that it was her choice, adding that he had a couple of his predecessors old vests that he wanted her to shorten to the same length as her favourite T shirt. Dennis took Mandy to a nice little restaurant for lunch and they talked and kissed throughout the meal with Dennis fingering her pussy whenever he didn’t need both hands to eat or a waiter came to their table. Dennis took an unusual route back to the bus stop, not that Mandy noticed, because there was a shop that he wanted to go to. When Mandy saw it she said, “That doesn’t look to be a nice place, what are you going to get here?” When Dennis opened the door for her and she went in, she looked around and said, “This is a funny toy shop, assuming that it was a toy shop.” “It is a toy shop alright, but toys for adults.” Mandy was silent for a few seconds then replied, “Like my magic wand?” “Exactly, I’d love to buy you one of everything but for today there’s just one thing, well two actually, that I want to get for you, something that will remind you of me while you are at college. You go and have a look around while I get them.” Mandy walked off and was stared at by the man behind the counter and the 3 other men that were in the shop. They watched her every move, even when she bent over to look at something. Meanwhile Dennis easily found what he wanted and went to the counter to pay for them. “She’s cute.” The man said as he rang-up the sale. “These for her?” “Yes, but she hasn’t a clue what they are.” “Maybe you should give them to her in here and get her to try them, maybe walk around the store a bit to get used to them.” “That’s a great idea, would you mind?” “Hell no, go for it man.” “Mandy,” Dennis called and she dutifully walked over to him. “A little present for you and I thought that you might like to try them in here.” “What are they?” “Ben Wa balls.” “What do I do with them?” “Push them up your vagina.” “Oh, why, they look heavy, they might fall out.” “Use your muscles to keep them in.” “Okay then, do you want me to try them now?” “Why not?” “Okay then. Shall I take my dress off first?” “You can do if you want.” And Mandy did, exposing her whole naked body to everyone in the shop. As she tore open the packaging everyone watched as her little tits wobbled a bit as she struggled to rip the plastic off. “Will you put them on for me please?” The man behind the counter tapped on the counter and said, “Lift her up here, it will be easier for you to get to her.” Dennis smiled and put his hands round her waist and lifted her up. She automatically spread her legs as her butt was being lowered onto the counter. “Lay back on your elbows Mandy, and give me the balls.” She did, saying, “They’re cold and heavy.” Dennis stepped to one side so that all the men could see her pussy then slowly presented one of the balls to her wet vagina. As it started to enter her everyone saw it suddenly disappear as her vagina grabbed it and sucked it in. “Oow, that’s nice.” Mandy said, “can you push it right in please?” Dennis used his fingers and pushed the steel ball in as far as he could reach then pushed the second one in, it too being almost snatched out of his fingers. “So what happens now?” Mandy said, “are they supposed to vibrate or something?” “No, that’s it whilst you are still.” “Oh, I was expecting more of something.” “Sit up Mandy.” She did. “Oh, I felt them move and clunk together.” Dennis lifted Mandy off the counter and stood her on the floor. “I can feel them moving down, they’re going to drop out.” “Use your muscles to hold them in Mandy, like you do when you’re getting to the end of a pee and you want to squeeze out the last drop.” Dennis saw the unusual look on Mandy’s face then he looked down to her pussy. He could just see signs of her muscle contractions. “That’s nice, they’re going back up.” “Good, you need to do that a lot Mandy, now go for a walk to the end of the shop and back.” She did and everyone watched her butt sway from side to side. “I can keep them in, oh, I can feel them clunking together, it’s nice.” “Keep walking Mandy.” “Oh, oh, if I walk much further I’m going to cum.” Mandy said as she walked back to the counter for the third time. “That’s the idea girl.” One of the customers said. Everyone watched as Mandy kept walking up and down the shop until finally she stopped and said, “I’m cumming,” and her body started shaking. Two minutes later she smiled at Dennis and said, “I like these, thank you so much.” Mandy was half way down the shop on her way back to the counter when the orgasm hit her and when it was over she walked back towards Dennis. The problem was, she relaxed her vaginal muscles and after 3 steps everyone heard a clunk as one of the balls dropped out and hit the floor. “Oops.” Mandy said. “You forgot to use your muscles to keep them in.” Dennis replied. By then, one of the men watching had bent down to pick up the ball that was rolling towards him. He was almost in front of Mandy, bent over and getting a great view of her slit and clit, which was engorged after her orgasm. “Can you put it back in for me?” Mandy asked. Dennis wasn’t sure who that question was directed to but he wasn’t concerned when the customer’s hand went to Mandy’s pussy and pushed the ball back in. “That’s nice, thank you sir.” Mandy said then walked the rest of the way to Dennis, this time remembering to use her muscles to keep both balls in. “Did you want to but anything else Dennis?” Mandy asked, “because I’d like to go back home now.” Dennis smiled knowing that Mandy wanted the same thing as him. He handed her her dress which she slid down her body then they left, leaving the packaging for the balls on the counter. As they walked down the street Mandy said, “There were a lot of strange things in that shop Dennis, things that I have no idea what they were for, I mean ropes and whips and handcuffs. How can they be sex toys?” “Some girls like to be tied up when they’re spanked and whipped.” “Oh, I was never tied up when I was spanked, it was always knickers down and over the lap. And if we don’t slow down Dennis I’m going to cum again.” “Keep squeezing those muscles Mandy. Would you like to be tied up and spanked Mandy?” “I don’t know. I sometimes used to get a tingling in my puss when I was getting spanked. Please slow down Dennis, unless you want me to cum right here in the street with all these people watching. Oh, you do don’t you?” “Don’t you Mandy?” “Yes I doooooooooooooooooo, oh, that was nice.” Mandy had one more orgasm just before they got to the bus stop then on the bus Dennis told her that wearing her balls would be great exercise for her vagina, make her able to grip things like cocks and squeeze them. “You mean your cock Dennis.” “I do, but it’s not just my cock, think about other things that you can put in there and hold them in with you muscles.” “Like what?” “Well, cucumbers, bananas, dildos, bottles, anything that you can think of that might just fit in, remember, babies come out of vaginas and their heads are big.” “Do you want me to put things like that in my hole Dennis?” “Do YOU want to put things in your vagina Mandy.” “I prefer your cock but other things could be fun.” Maybe you girls could have a race with bananas half way in your pussies.” Dennis suggested. “That would be fun.” “Shall I keep them in for now?” Mandy asked as they got off the bus and started walking the last half mile. “Yes, let’s see how you get on, see if they keep you horny all the time.” “I’m horny all the time these days, and that’s because of you Dennis.” “And you glow all the time that you are horny Mandy, just like you are right now.” “That’s your fault, and these balls. I think that I’m going to cum again before we get home. That’s the second toy that you’ve bought me and both of them make me cum, I love you Dennis.” “And I love you too Mandy, now cum for me as soon as you can, and tell me when it’s going to happen so that I can grab your pussy as you cum.” She did, and he did. Fortunately for both of them it was just as they got to a little alleyway and Dennis was able to drag her in to it and play with her clit whilst she orgasmed without anyone seeing them. They were holding each other’s hands like 2 young lovers when they got back home. There was no one else there so they took advantage of the time and made love in the entrance hall before any of the others returned. Afterwards Dennis told Mandy to put her new Ben Wa balls back in for the rest of the day and she was feeling horny all the time. The Sunday was good day, Dennis was able to get the kids exercising out the back, the girls naked then putting their PE kit on and going for a run to the park. Again some of them ran off much faster and when the rest got to the kids play area Dennis was a little happy to discover that no one else was there and his kids were playing on their own. Dennis had asked Mandy to put her balls in and she later told Dennis that she’d had real problems keeping them in when they were exercising and he’d stopped with her 4 times whilst she orgasmed because of her joggong. Each time leaning forward and putting her hands on her knees. Dennis saw a few people looking at her bare butt but no one said anything except Ruth who was jogging with them. She asked Mandy if she was cumming but she didn’t ask why and neither Mandy or Dennis told her. The next week was a bit of a problem for Dennis. He had 7 naked girls there all day and a constant stream of workman and a number of visits from social services checking that everything was set for the move, and each time there was a flurry of activity as the girls rushed to put some clothes on. One time Lucy was too slow and she had to hide in the storeroom until that visitor had gone. Even Jennifer being able to let the workmen see her naked in her room had gone because of the new building. The kids did however have the park that they could escape to on their own. They couldn’t go to town because they’d spent all their pocket money and Dennis wouldn’t give them an advance from the next weeks. He didn’t worry about what, or who, the kids were doing in the park. On the Monday evening whist they were eating, Dennis said, “I’ve been thinking and decided that it would be a good idea for you all to experience some actual paid work, similar to what you will experience when you leave here. To that end I have been looking for part-time jobs that you can do, either on an evening or on a weekend.” There were a couple of groans of disapproval but Dennis continued. “I’m not talking about every evening, maybe just one per week, or a Saturday or a Sunday and I won’t let you do it if you aren’t getting paid for it. This is proving a bit difficult but I have managed to get a couple of jobs for the girls. They are both one evening a week and they have agreed to rotate round all 6 of you. I’m going to send Mandy to each of them first just to make sure that the places are legit and you aren’t going to be exploited.” “What are they?” Lucy asked. “They’re both modelling jobs, one” “Modelling clothes?” Jennifer interrupted. “No, one is for a photography club and the other is for an art class.” “Nude modelling?” Ruth asked. “Yes.” “Can I go after Mandy please?” Ruth asked. “We’ll sort the order that you go after Mandy has checked them out.” “It won’t be on a Thursday will it?” Lucy asked, “I’d hate to miss the doctors visit.” “Relax girls, neither of them is on a Thursday.” Dennis heard a few sighs of relief then turned to the boys, “I will find something for you. Oh sorry, maybe I should have offered you lot as nude models?” All the boys said words to the effect of “No chance,” whilst the girls giggled. After the kids had left to do their jobs, play games or whatever, Mandy said, “I’m a little worried about the younger girls going, maybe you should go with them?” “That’s not a bad idea Mandy, but I can’t go with you, that would leave the kids unsupervised.” “I’ll be alright on my own, the school gave us a lesson of self-defence about a year ago.” “Okay, just remember, balls and eyes hurt the most.” “I hope that it won’t come to that, but yes, that’s what they taught us at school.” “So do you fancy being a nude model Mandy?” “Yes, it will make me tingle and maybe cum if the men are cute.” “You don’t mine a lot of men starting at you?” “Don’t be silly Dennis, you know that I like it.” “Just had to ask.” “Thank you Dennis.” Mandy replied the reached over to him and kissed him while her hand went to his shorts and squeezed his cock through the material. Then she said, “Will you use that magic wand thing on me before you fuck me tonight” “Of course I will.” “And can I put my balls in before I go, then I sit or stand there squeezing them and making me even more horny. “ “I don’t see why not.” Dennis replied, wondering if she realised that the more horny she was, the wetter she would be and the more her clit would stick out. “So when is the first of these modelling jobs Dennis?” “Tomorrow night.” “Okay. Where and when?” Dennis gave her all the details and she soon realised that she’d have to get a bus there. She was smiling as Dennis gave her the other details. “Hang on a minute, that’s a college, the one that I’ll be going to soon, aren’t they shutdown for the summer break?” Mandy asked. “I asked the same question and was told that some adult classes go on right through the summer.” “Oh, I never realised that.” “Neither did I, apparently it’s a new thing to keep the money coming in.” “Okay. I hope that there’s lots of men students.” “So do I, I like the idea of you posing naked in front of lots of men.” “So do I. Hey, aren’t you supposed to be over 16 or 18 to do a job like that? I mean it’s a college and I’m sure that they wouldn’t break the law.” “I asked about that and the teacher said that they were so short of models that they’d take anyone provided that they said they were 18.” “So next week Ruth just has to say that she’s 18 even though she doesn’t look it.” “Yes, but I like your idea of you going along just in case there is a problem, but judging by what the teacher told me she’ll be okay.” ****** The Art Class Mandy had a shower and another shave straight after the evening meal and she inserted her Ben Wa balls just before leaving. Dennis gave her a kiss and told her to be careful as well as reminding her of the contact name. She was lucky and got followed up the stairs on the bus but she had been unlucky in that the walk hadn’t been quite long enough for the balls to make her cum. Neither was the walk at the other end but it did mean that she was highly aroused when she arrived at the college. The security men on the gate pointed Mandy in the right direction and she soon found the room. It had lots of windows down the corridor side and Mandy wished that the art class was during the day in term time. As she approached the door she saw about a dozen people, mainly men, and ranging in ages from about her age to pensioners. They were all sat at their easels listening to the teacher talk. Mandy got an attack of nipple and pussy tingles and felt her pussy get even wetter knowing that she was going to be naked in front of them in minutes. “Hi, are you Mandy?” A young man said as he approached her as soon as she opened the door. “How are you?” “Fine thanks.” “I’m Peter, the art teacher. You’re probably wondering why there are classes during the summer break, well it’s because the college think that some of the students are on their summer break want to starting a new hobby, and then there’s the money, the college saw an opportunity to make some so here we are. Not that I’m complaining, it’s money for me as well and I get to practise my passion. “So Mandy, have you ever modelled before?” “No.” “It’s quite simple really. All you have to do is take your clothes off and pose for us for a couple of hours. You’ll have a 5 minute break every 30 minutes to stretch your muscles and do whatever else you want to do. There’s a ladies toilet just down the corridor on your left if you need it. Oh, there’s a screen over there that you can get changed behind and you’ll find a robe there that you can use.” “You want me to pose in a robe? I thought it was nude modelling.” “It is, the robe is to wear to walk over to the front of the room and at the breaks.” “Why?” “Well I suppose that you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but it’s there if you do.” “I doubt that any of the Bright Sparks guests will bother with that.” “Fair enough. I have to ask Mandy, are you over 18? It’s college rules.” “Yes, all the Bright Sparks guests are over 18.” Mandy lied. “Fair enough, the college says that I have to ask but they don’t say that I have to have proof, and you’ve just answered the question for all your girls.” Mandy gave a silent sigh of relief. “Okay Mandy, are you ready to get started?” With that, Mandy pushed the shoulder straps of her dress outwards and her dress fell to the floor leaving her naked apart from her shoes which she kicked off. She’d been standing with her back to some of the students so when she bent over she gave them a glimpse of what she hoped they were about in glorious detail for 4 x 30 minute sessions. The tingling in her nipples and pussy that had faded a little got stronger. “Well okay, I guess that there’s no need to use the screen, would you follow me to the front please Mandy.” Mandy put her shoes and dress on a nearby table and followed Peter to the front, her metal balls reminding her where they were, when they both stood facing the budding artists. Peter said, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mandy, our model for the evening.” A few of the students said hello then Pete told then that they would be starting with an unusual sitting on a chair pose. Mandy was then directed to sit the wrong way round on a chair and rest her head on her hand with that elbow on the back of the chair. Of course Mandy’s legs were wide open but not much of her pussy was on display. “At least the back of the chair is just a frame, they’ll be able to see my tits.” Mandy thought. And that’s the way Mandy had to stay for 30 minutes. Thirty minutes during which Mandy relieved the boredom by contracting and releasing her pussy muscles over and over, each time feeling the balls gently clunk together deep inside her vagina. Al the time that Mandy was sat there she could see Peter walking around the room, occasionally stopping at one artist and chatting to them. Mandy could also see out of the big glass windows to the corridor and wondered if anyone would walk by and see her. When the 30 minutes was up Peter told her that she could stand and stretch. As she did so she saw a little puddle of her juices on the plastic chair. She smiled and ignored it. During the break Mandy decided to walk around the room and look at the drawings of her. She stood beside most if the budding artists for a few seconds while she studied the drawings. Mandy knows nothing about art but she does know what she likes and she was disappointed by most of what she saw. A couple did remind her of what she saw when she looked in a mirror, and one drawing she really liked. It was a caricature drawing of her and the artist had emphasised her nipples and pussy making them quite a bit bigger than they really are. He’d also drawn the pussy that he couldn’t see and moved it forward on her body. It was funny, but nice. “I like that.” Mandy said to the man. “Thank you.” He replied. Mandy moved on, feeling the odd clunk inside her that kept her arousal level up. She looked down at her chest and was please to see that her nipples were as big and hard as they’ve ever been. Mandy liked the second pose better. She was on a table on her side, up on one elbow and smiling at the artists. Peter told her to lift her upper leg and bend the knee, pulling her foot up behind her other knee. “That’s more like it. “Mandy thought, “my pussy can breath now.” Mandy didn’t think about her pussy being all wet and swollen, or the fact that her engorged clitoris was sticking out between her spread vulva lips. The table was positioned in a 10 o’clock position to the artists so that something like two thirds of them could see her pussy and she could easily see those two thirds, she felt sorry for the other third and hoped that the next 2 poses would give them the opportunity to stare at her pussy. Once settled Mandy relaxed the started contracting and releasing her vaginal muscles. It was only after she’d been doing it for about 5 minutes that she realised that the artists would be able to see her vaginal entrance moving as she clenched and released. “Too late now,” she thought and kept doing it. The thing was, each time that she did it she felt a clunk and her arousal increased some more. At around the 20 minute mark Mandy realised that an orgasm was building deep inside her. She kept clenching and releasing her muscles. At around the 25 minute mark it arrived. Mandy so wanted to keep the pose and she tried so hard as a very audible groan escaped from her mouth causing most of the artists to look up at her. She could feel her body shaking and fought to keep in to a minimum. “Mandy, it’s okay to have an orgasm, it’s perfectly natural. Quite a number of our models have them whilst posing. It comes with the territory and everyone knows. Just let it happen then resume the pose.” Peter quietly said to her when the 30 minutes were up. Mandy felt better, and pleased, and not at all embarrassed as she climbed off the table and started wandering around looking at the drawings again. She quickly moved from drawing to drawing until she got to the caricature artist, and Mandy did think that he was an artist because he’d drawn another masterpiece in Mandy’s eyes. She liked how he’d drawn her face, her hair, her breasts, her slim body, and in particular her pussy. He’d drawn her with huge outer vulva lips and a huge clitoris that looked like a little cock. He’d even managed to show how wet her whole pussy was. “That’s amazing.” Mandy said, “do I really look like that?” “In my eyes you do.” As Mandy walked back to the front Peter asked her if she would mind posing in a very explicit way. “Just how explicit are you thinking of Peter?” “I was thinking maybe you could sit on a chair up on a table, but with your butt perched on the front of the chair and with your legs wide open.” “Oh is that all, I was thinking that you might want me to have a big dildo sticking out of my pussy.” “You’d pose like that would you Mandy?” “Yes, why not, any of the Bright Sparks guests would pose like that, it’s not a big deal. Is that how you want me to pose now?” “No, just as I first described, but you’ve given me some ideas.” Peter turned the table so that it was square to the room lengthways and lifted a chair up, then Mandy climbed up and sat as Peter described ready for the third pose. Peter asked her to smile and look down between her legs a bit; and he eased her legs further apart. She did, and as the artists started drawing Mandy started her vaginal muscle contracting and relaxing again, her kegel exercises. She knew that the pulses would be visible to everyone and that was what she actually wanted. The smile on her face was very genuine. She actually orgasmed twice during that 30 minutes, both times trying to keep her mouth closed and still smiling. The same couldn’t be said for her body. There was no way that she could stop her body from jerking about, but after each orgasm she quickly returned to the original pose. When the 30 minutes was up Mandy climbed down and saw a little puddle of her juices where they had been dripping out of her. During that final break Mandy decided that she wanted to go to the toilet and told Peter that she was going. “Don’t you want to put the robe on Mandy?” Peter asked. “It’s only down the corridor and the college is empty so I’ll be okay.” Mandy replied and off she went. She glanced back into the classroom through the big windows as she went. She easily found the toilet and had a quick pee and wiped her pussy dry. As she washed her hands she wondered what last pose Peter was going to have her hold. Smiling as he hoped that it was going to be more explicit, not that she could think how that was possible. It had only taken a minute or so to have the pee and wash so when she came out of the ladies she deliberately turned the wrong way thinking that she’d have a quick explore to get a feel of the layout ready for starting there in a few weeks. She wandered along, looking into classrooms as she went, but as she turned a corner she nearly collided with a security guard. “What have we got here?” the guard asked as he gripped her arm. “Sorry, I’m the model in the art class and I went to the toilet. When I came out I sort of got lost.” “Is that right now young lady. You weren’t going to the toilet to take some drugs were you?” “No, no, I don’t do drugs, and besides, where could I hide them?” “I know of 2 places.” “What? No, I don’t do drugs.” “Then you wont mind if I check those 2 places.” Now Mandy knew exactly which 2 places the guard was talking about and she didn’t mind at all if he was going to check there and she turned her back to him, spread her legs and bent right over. “Go on, check up my holes.” Such willingness to let the guard finger her caught him off guard and he disappointed her when he said, “No that won’t be necessary, but I will follow you back to the art classroom to make sure that you are the model.” Mandy stood up feeling disappointed, but she set off walking back to the classroom with the guard following. She deliberately let her hips sway from side to side just to tease him. She marched straight back into the classroom and Peter said, “Are you alright Mandy, I just thinking about sending out a search party.” “I’m fine, sorry that I took so long. Now how do you want me?” The last pose was as explicit as it could be, Peter got her to lay on the table, on her back with her feet facing the audience. Then he told her to swing her legs up and back and to grab her ankles. He didn’t tell her to spread her legs wide apart, she just assumed that and pushed them as wide apart as she could. As she settled into the pose she looked over to the big windows and saw the guard still watching. She smiled and started doing her kegels. The steel balls clunking together soon started to get her aroused again and it only took about 15 minutes for her to realise that she was going to cum for the first time in that pose. She tried to hold it as long as she could, probably unconsciously wanting it to be an intense one rather than an average one. When it arrived Mandy let out a loud groan and her body started jerking. In the position she was in she could see her pussy and she watched as white, semi-clear liquid shot out of her vagina and up in the air, falling down onto her thighs and a bit on her stomach. Although Mandy had been told that she had squirted similar liquid before she hadn’t seen it and didn’t really believe the person who told her, so when she saw it going up then landing on her, she had no choice other than believe that she had done it. She wasn’t embarrassed, not even that it had happened in front of the artists, she was actually a bit proud of herself, she’d read about squirters on the internet but believed that those girls just lost control of their bladder and were actually peeing. Mandy suddenly remembered where she was and that she was gripping her ankles so hard that her hands were hurting. While easing the grip on her ankles she looked around. Most of the artists were drawing, a couple were doing something that she couldn’t determine and the others were staring at her. Peter was also staring at her but he had a big grin on his face as well. Mandy wondered if she could do it again and she started contracting and relaxing her vaginal muscles as fast as she could. She was disappointed, she managed another orgasm before the end but she didn’t squirt. She made a mental note to ask Dennis to take her to just before the point of no return, over and over again, and then finally take her over the top and see what happens. As she was getting off the table Peter came over to her and thanked her for her very special modelling. Even though she hadn’t been embarrassed by everything that had happened in the last couple of hours she blushed a little as he thanked her. “Mandy,” Peter continued, “Dennis told me that his girls were quite, shall we say ‘liberated’ and not ashamed of their bodies, but tonight you have exceeded everything that I, we, could have expected. I’m sure that I speak for everyone here when I say that we really have enjoyed your presence, an amazing model, and judging by the standard of the drawings we would welcome you back here anytime. I just hope that Dennis’ other girls are half as good as you were.” “Oh they are Peter, they are.” Just then the guy who had been doing the caricatures came over to them and gave Mandy a roll of paper. “For you Mandy, something for you to remember tonight by.” Mandy guessed what they were and replied, “Don’t you want them to remember me by?” “Oh I’ve got your images imprinted on my brain, they’ll be there until the day I die.” “In that case, thank you very much, my boyfriend will enjoy looking at them.” “I’m sure that he will. Goodnight then.” The man left and Peter continued, “Here’s your money and you were worth every penny of it. Dennis tell me that you are starting a course here in a few weeks.” “Yes, ‘Caring for Teenagers’.” “Well if you have any spare time you are welcome to come and model for us, I’m sure that my students will appreciate such a liberated model. Oh, you can get dressed whenever you want.” Mandy hadn’t even thought about putting her dress on until Peter said that so she turned and went for her dress and shoes. As she was slipping them on Peter offered her a lift home. “Thank you, but I need to get used to using the buses, I’m going to be using them 3 days a week so I need to know how reliable they are and get to know what times they run.” They walked out together and Peter went to his car. As Mandy went through security the guard who had caught her stopped her and apologised for stopping her earlier. “That’s okay, I’m sure that you were just doing your job.” “Was this a one-off or will you be modelling every week?” “Well I’ll be starting a course here in a few weeks and I’ll be bringing some friends to model for the art class every Tuesday evening so I might see you again.” “And hopefully I’ll see all of you again.” Mandy smiled at him and left. The kids had gone to bed when Mandy returned, having walked quickly and made herself cum both before getting the bus, and after getting off it. Dennis was waiting for her and as soon as she got in he kissed her and helped her to take her dress off. Then he asked her if everything was okay and would she tell him everything about it. “Of course I will, but can it wait until tomorrow? I’m knackered. Have a look at these, they’ll give you a good idea of what happened.” Mandy went and had a shower and when Dennis was looking at the drawings he heard 2 clunks as Mandy squeezed the steel balls out, then she went straight to bed, laying on her side with her back to Dennis hoping that he would do what he did. That was, climb in beside her, spoon her and slide his cock into her. Unfortunately, she was asleep before it slid inside her and he fucked her until he shot his load into her sleeping body. The next morning Dennis woke Mandy early, again using his morning woody, then asked her for a quick summary of the previous nights events. Then breakfast took twice as long as it normally did as everyone listened to every detail that Mandy gave them. The caricature drawings were passed around and everyone loved them. All the girls wanted to know if their modelling sessions would be as good as that and that gave Dennis a dilemma, what to do about the Ben Wa balls. Could he trust the girls to use them wisely if he bought some for all of them? He explained his dilemma to them and all the girls promised to only wear them when he said that they could. The next day Dennis went into town and bought 6 pairs, the man in the shop remembering him, asking him how Mandy was and asking him what on earth he wanted 6 pairs of Ben Wa balls for. Dennis told him that he wouldn’t believe him if he told him. When he got back home all the girls fussed around him until he gave them to them and they spent the rest of the day trying to keep them in, and trying to get the other girls to loose control and have one, or both of them, drop out. Jennifer asked Dennis if she could wear them for school. Dennis told her to ask again the day before school started and that he’d decide based on how many had dropped out between then and school starting. The following day Dennis got everyone to do the exercising outside with the girls wearing their bikinis and their Ben Wa balls. A couple of workmen saw them and stared for a while but Dennis was happy because they had their bikinis on. Dennis had told the girls that if they made it to the end of the day without a ball falling out they could wear them whenever they wanted to. At the end of the exercises 2 of the girls had had a ball drop out and slide out of the side of their bikini bottoms that weren’t fastened very firmly. After the exercises it was jogging with the girls wearing their PE skirts, Dennis expecting most of the girls to have to stop numerous times, either to pick up a steel ball of to have, and recover from an orgasm. The run took twice as long as it usually did. Following the both disastrous and successful run, and everyone having a shower, Mandy spent a good hour teaching the girls how to contract and relax their vaginal muscles. She explained that it was called kegel exercises and that not only would it help them keep the steel balls in but it would tone their vaginas enabling them to grip on anything that they let in there. The girls were all sat on the sofas leaning back and all the boys were sat in front of them watching their pussies and when Mandy said the last bit Tommy said, “So they’ll be even tighter fucks.” “Yes Tommy.” Mandy replied. The boys stayed and watched the pussies as the girls practiced. ****** Jumping ahead in time - The following week it was Ruth’s turn to model at the art class. Originally Dennis and Mandy had decided that Dennis would go with the younger girls, but after Mandy came back with a glowing report Dennis decided that Mandy should go with her. He was hoping that the teacher would ask Mandy to strip again and they’d have 2 models for the artists. Both Mandy and Ruth left to catch the bus, both of them wearing only their Ben Wa balls, ultra short dresses and shoes. Mandy got Ruth to walk fast with her and both walking sessions left them both feeling quite aroused when they arrived at the college. “Oh hello Mandy,” the security guard said, “come to get off again? My colleagues all say that you looked to be really enjoying yourself on the videos.” “Videos?” Mandy said, “I didn’t see any cameras.” “You wouldn’t, they’re hidden security cameras.” “Oh right, well I hope that you all enjoyed them, and you’ll probably have some more by the end of today.” “Of both of you, your friend is as gorgeous as you are. We’ll really enjoy watching them.” Both girls were smiling as they quickly walked to the art room. “Are you feeling as horny as I am Mandy?” Ruth asked. “I am.” “I’m going to cum soon if we don’t stop this speed walking.” “It’s not far now.” As they walked passed the big windows Mandy saw that Peter was talking to a lot more budding artists in the room. “Hi Mandy,” Peter said, “is this young lady our model for this evening?” “Yes, this is Ruth, Ruth, Peter. I see that you have a lot more students.” “Yes, even some of the security staff have decided to take up art for some reason. I’d split them into 2 classes but I don’t have the budget to pay for 2 models, and besides, where would I get another one at such short notice?” “Hmm, yes, I can see the problem. Err, how about if I volunteer to do a freebie?” “I could never ask that of you Mandy.” “You’re not asking, I’m volunteering.” “Are you sure, you do realise that I can’t pay you?” “Peter, I’m here until you’ve finished with Ruth so I may as well be some help.” “Well if you’re sure?” “I am.” Peter quickly split the group in half and took one half to the next room and asked Mandy to follow him. As she left she whispered to Ruth, “Just relax and enjoy yourself, if you cum you cum, enjoy it.” Ruth put her hand on Mandy’s arm and let it slide off as Mandy walked out. With Peter going from room to room, he got the first 2 sessions going getting the girls to pose in gymnastics stretching exercises, them both being ones that they did back at Bright Sparks and ones that were chosen because they had the girl’s pussy spread wide and on full display to those in front of them. Mandy and Ruth remembered to do their kegel exercises throughout the poses and the clunking of their steel balls made them both cum each session and causing them to collapse to the floor and have to get back into the pose. During the break after the second session Mandy went to check on Ruth and was pleased to see her face glowing with a happy smile on it. She told Mandy that the caricature drawing guy was in her room and that she’d seen his drawings of her. She said that she hoped that he would give them to her at the end. Ruth’s break came to an end and Mandy watched her as Pete told her to get on the table, spread her legs and masturbate for the students. “Wow,” Mandy thought, “we’re both going to cum a few more times in the next 30 minutes.! Once Ruth has started, Pete took Mandy back to the other room and got her started doing the same, and yes, both girls came 3 more times, all of them so loud that the girls could hear each other. That just sped up the next orgasm. The fourth and last post was the same as the fourth one on Mandy’s first time there. Again both girls orgasmed but Mandy didn’t squirt. That fact disappointed her a little but Dennis had warned her to to expect to squirt every time. Ruth did get her caricature drawings and everyone back at Bright Sparks admired them the next morning, and Ruth was over the moon at getting paid for having so much pleasure. The art class sessions for the other girls went in a similar way with Peter having to limit the number of students and Mandy volunteering to help out each week. The only real difference for the subsequent classes was that Mandy was already at college during the days and she met the girl at the college. She was disappointed that Peter had erected some screens along the windows to the corridor so that passing students couldn’t see in. ******

Not the Sharpest Knife in the Drawer by Vanessa Evans Part 3 I lay in the sun for most of the rest of the day and I made myself cum one more time. I’m finding it easier to make myself cum but I’ve definitely decided that I much prefer it if someone else makes me cum. Tom was home early that Friday and he decided that we’d have pizza for tea. As soon as Mike arrived Tom phoned the order through and 20 minutes later I was rushing to the door to get it from the delivery guy who just stared at me when I opened the door. I had to ask him if the pizzas in his hand were for us and when he sort of nodded I took them off him and shut the door. I should say that our mum never thought much of fast food and we never went to any of the fast food restaurants. All the kids at school kept going on about how good they were but I was not to sample them, until now. The cheesy crust, deep pan, double meat pizza was gorgeous and I begged Tom to order us one every day. He said not but he did say that he’d take me to some other fast food places to let me sample them but not go there on a regular basis because they’d make me fat. Mike said that I needed to put some weight on because I was too skinny. I have a feeling that Tom and I are going to have a few discussion about fast food over the next few months. As we ate I told Tom and Mike about what had happened with Mr. Jones. “Did he hurt to Sarah?” Mike asked, “Because if he did I’m going round there and you’d better call an ambulance.” “No, it wasn’t like that, he’s nice and caring, he didn’t do anything that I didn’t want him to do.” “That doesn’t really surprise me Mike, Sarah is learning and experimenting so we should expect her to do things that a lot of people wouldn’t dream of. Remember, she’s 18 now so she can do whatever she wants so if she wants to fuck a 68 year old man good luck to her.” “He didn’t fuck me, just made me cum with his fingers like you both have.” “Okay then,” Mike said, “but if he tries to do anything that you don’t want Sarah, you let me know.” “I will, but I’m sure that he won’t, he’s too nice.” After I’d cleaned up Tom took me to my room. When he closed the door I thought that he might be going to spank me and my tingling got a bit stronger but then he told me that he was going to show me how to give a blowjob. When he took his jeans and boxers off I marvelled at his cock and balls but at the same time I was a bit scared. At some time in the, hopefully, not too distant future he was going to put that cock in my pussy and it really did look like it would hurt me. And then it started getting hard and rise up. “It’s so big Tom, and why is the end a sort of purple colour and the skin so tight?” “It’s not big compared to a lot of men, I’m about the average size, you should see, no, let’s not go there. The end bit is commonly called the ‘bell end’. Mike says that you saw his cock this morning, well when I was a baby my cock was like Mike’s with lots of skin right to the end but for some reason mum and dad decided get all that loose skin cut off mine. Something called circumcision. Before you ask I can’t remember it hurting. People say that being circumcised makes the bell end more sensitive but I’m not so sure. When you give Mike a blowjob pull all the loose skin down the shaft and you will expose his bell end. Some people say that an uncircumcised cock can hold a lot of dirt and bacteria under that loose skin if it isn’t washed properly and I’m sure that they are right. But I’m also pretty sure that Mike will wash his properly.” “I think that I like yours the best Tom.” “Thank you, now I want you to touch it and explore all around it. “I touched Mike’s in the shower this morning and he squirted his sperm all over my tummy.” “Well that was a good start, but touch mine and look closely at it. Ask whatever you like.” “Will you squirt your sperm all over me?” “Do you want me to?” “Yes, but I also want you to squirt it in my mouth.” “I’ll do both, maybe not this time but I’m sure that you’ll get our sperm all over you Sarah. Some people say that having sperm rubbed on your tits will make them grow but I don’t believe that. Now, I would like you to lick the end of my cock and put it in your mouth.” “What’s that clear liquid coming out of the end of it? Is it your sperm? Mikes was white. Do men have different coloured sperm?” “No Sarah, that clear liquid is called pre-cum. Like your pussy gets wet so that a cock slides into you easily, men produce pre-cum to wet the end of their cock to help it slide into your pussy.” That seemed to make some sense to me, anything to help big cocks fit inside my small hole would help. I went back to sucking the end of his cock. As I was doing that Tom told me about how a good girl looks up at the face of the man who’s cock she is sucking. He told me that if he shoots his sperm into my mouth I haven’t to swallow it straight away, I have to hold it in my mouth and when he has finished squirting I have to open my mouth and show him what he’s put there. Only then can I swallow it and then show him my empty mouth.” “Why can’t I just swallow your cum?” “You could but it’s considerate to show the man that you are grateful to him for giving you the gift of his sperm and a mouthful of his sperm is the best way.” “Okay, I can do that, can I go back to sucking you?” “Yes, and try to take as much of it in your mouth. Probably not this time, but I’ll show you how you can take all of my cock in your mouth and your throat. Don’t worry Sarah, I won’t let you choke, I’ll keep pulling out to let you breathe.” I did just as Tom told me and it was fun, a bit like licking an iced popsicle. It must have been instinct but I kept backing off a bit then trying to get his cock further into my mouth, I also instinctively explored his balls with my hand. I wasn’t too keen on them being covered in hair and I thought that I should ask him to shave them to make them feel smoother. Then I felt his cock twitching in my mouth then all of a sudden I felt warm liquid flooding my mouth. Remembering what Tom had told me I didn’t swallow it and I opened my mouth wider to be able to hold it all. When I thought that he had finished squirting I backed off a little and looked up to his face and held my mouth open. “Good girl Sarah, you learn some things very quickly. You may swallow it now.” I did, then showed him my empty mouth. “Well done Sarah. Not all blowjobs will be exactly like that, you have to use your imagination and do what you think the man will like as well as what you like. You’ll soon learn what you like doing and what you thing the man will like, but that was a good start, well done. What did you think of the taste?” “Funny,” I replied, “I’ve never tasted anything like it. It wasn’t nasty, maybe a little salty, but it wasn’t as nice as one of mum’s strawberry milk shakes. When can we do it again?” “Sarah, I wish that my cock would stay hard for hours but it doesn’t work like that, when a man shoots his load his cock will start going soft and it can take from minutes to hours before it will get hard again.” “I wanted to cum again just as soon as I’d cum.” “Yes I know, women are lucky like that but we can’t do anything to change things. A lot of men want to return the favour soon after they have cum.” “What do you mean ‘return the favour’? “Eat your pussy, cunnilingus.” “Oh yes, I remember girls at school saying that they’d had their pussy eaten. Is it nice?” “It’s a man, or a woman, making you cum with their mouth instead of their fingers. I’ll show you another day.” “Thank you Tom, I love you. Do you think that Mike would like a blowjob now, I need to practice.” “And develop your own technique. Go and ask him.” I went to see Mike and he was happy for me to practice on him. I’d seen Mike’s cock that morning but not really thought about how his cock looked. I’d assumed that all cocks looked the same. When Mike dropped his jeans I saw that his cock was soft but it looked bigger than Tom’s when his was soft but when Mikes grew it didn’t look as big as Tom’s when his was hard. I guessed that men’s cocks were all different like all girls tits are different. Anyway, I got on my knees in front of Mike and started licking his cock but he told me to take it in my mouth straight away, and as I sucked he held my head and pushed onto me. I felt his cock going into my throat and I did worry a bit about breathing. He kept pushing and I started to push my head back. Mike realised that I wasn’t too happy and as I took a deep breath he said sorry. I told him that I wasn’t ready to try that but I promised that I would try letting him fuck my throat soon. Mike seemed happy so I put my mouth over his cock and started sucking again. It wasn’t long before I felt Mike’s cock swelling a bit more and he started to squirt. I was expecting him to fill my mouth but instead he pulled out and shot the blobs of his semen all over my face. My left eye managed to close as one blob went straight to it. “I needed that, thank you Sarah. Sorry I tried to deep throat you so soon, I’ll be more gentle the next time.” “That’s okay Mike, so you’ll let me do that again?” “Any time that you want Sarah, anytime.” Mike’s sperm was running down my face and some went into my mouth. It tasted a bit different to what Tom’s did, different but not bad. I just swallowed it. After that I went and had a shower then went downstairs and thanked Tom by kissing his cheek. Whilst I was doing that he squeezed on of my bum cheeks then told me that he’d take me shopping for some new clothes the next day which was a Saturday. I didn’t understand why but I didn’t feel too excited about that. I went to bed and made myself cum again. ***** I’d got the breakfast ready, washed Tom’s and Mike’s clothes and hung them outside in the sun by 10:30 when Tom came looking for me. “Come on Sarah we’re going into town.” “Can we take all my old clothes to the recycling bins on the way please?” “All but one dress Sarah, you can’t go shopping like that.” “I know, I’ll wear the dress that I went to the doctor’s in.” “Okay, put the bags of clothes into the back of the van.” I did, then had to get the dress out of one of the bags and put it n. Wearing just that dress and my sandals we drove to the supermarket where there were some recycling bins. Instead of having some remorse about loosing all of my clothes I was actually happy as I stuffed the bags through the hole in the clothes recycling bin. All those clothes were dowdy and heavy and I happy to see the back of them. I just had one more dress to get rid of and I would be totally happy. “You know Tom,” I said as we drove from the supermarket into town, “I don’t know that I want any new clothes, I’ve sort of got used to not wearing anything and I like it.” “A nudist as well as an exhibitionist Sarah, well sorry but you have to wear clothes at times. We have to go to the supermarket on the way home and you can’t go there naked.” “I know, but can we just get enough clothes for when I have to go anywhere, I’m not going to wear any at home ever again.” “If that’s what you want Sarah but as I said before, you can’t go down the street without any clothes on.” “I know.” Tom parked-up and we headed for the shops. It was another, nice, sunny day and in that dress, even though I had no underwear on, I felt hot. Tom took me to a shop that my mother would never have dreamed of going into, a teenage girls fashion shop. Wow, all those nice clothes, they nearly made me change my mind about not wearing clothes at home, but I’d got used to not having to worry about getting dirty or clothes getting in the way when I was doing something, and now that I’d discovered sex, clothes would definitely get in the way. Anyway, Tom followed me round as I found the ‘petite’ section and picked out some dress’, skirts and tops. I was just about to go into the changing room to try them on when I saw a dress of the sort that I’d seen and liked a few years back, a dungaree dress, but my mother wouldn’t but one for me. The smallest size that they had looked too big for me but I still added it to my pile to try on. Apart from the dungarees dress everything that I chose was made of thin material and the tops and top part of the dress’ had spaghetti shoulder straps. I decided to show each item to Tom with me wearing it. Unfortunately men couldn’t go into the changing rooms so I had to put each item on then go out to show him. A couple of times when I was trying a top on I nearly went out wearing just the top. I thought that it was best to wear a skirt with each top, not that Tom or I would have minded, it’s as Tom says, ‘too many prudes around’. I was pleased that mini and micro skirts are in fashion and all the skirts and dresses that I selected were short, except for the dungarees dress. Even Tom commented on it’s length. He also commented on the fact that the sides of my titties were showing at the sides of the bib top. “You’re supposed to wear a top under the bib.” I said. “Or not.” Tom added. “That one’s a bit long compared with the others isn’t it?” Tom asked. “Yeah, but I like it.” I replied. “You could always shorten it Sarah, didn’t I see on the sewing machine with mum once?” “Yes but I wasn’t very good with it, it was too technical for me.” “I would have though that basic straight line stitching would have been easy.” “It was, it was all button hole sewing and the zig-zag stuff.” “But you wouldn’t need all that stuff to just shorten a skirt would you?” “Err no, maybe I could shorten this, and the others.” “So how many of those do you want Sarah?” “I’ll go and sort them.” I went back to the cubicle, changed back into my original, horrible dress then came back out with 2 piles. Leaving the unwanted pile we took the clothes that I wanted to the cashier. A few minutes later we were walking out with my new clothes. “You’ve only got 3 dress’, 3 skirts and 4 tops Sarah, shall we go to the other girl’s fashion shop and get some more?” “No, these are enough, I can’t see me going out very much so I don’t want to buy things that I won’t be wearing.” “Fair enough, we can always come back to get some winter clothes when the summer has gone. Now, do you fancy some lunch? How about we go to that McDonalds over there? Don’t get the idea that this is going to be a regular thing because it isn’t Sarah.” “I know, they’re not good for me and I don’t want to get fat, but I’m told that they do taste good.” “See, they did teach you something at college.” “Thank you Tom.” As soon as we’d ordered I picked up one of the bags of clothes and went to the toilet where I took my old dress off and put on my new dungaree dress with nothing underneath. Then I dumped my old dress in the rubbish bin and went back to Tom. “Wow, you were determined to get rid of your old clothes but don’t turn too quickly in that dress, the bib part might slide over and uncover one of your tits.” “I don’t care if it does, but it does rub on my nipples making them all hard, look.” I pulled the bib to one side letting Tom see one of my hard nipple. “Put it away Sarah, someone might see.” “I think that they already have, look at that guy over there, but what’s so special about a nipple, we’ve all got them.” “I totally agree but unfortunately there are way too many strange people around and you might end up in jail if you go around with your tits or pussy on display.” “That’s silly.” “I know, but that’s the way it is, but, well err, accidents do happen and tits and pussies sometimes get exposed by an accident if you get what I mean.” “No Tom, I don’t.” “Well, if the wind blew your skirt up and everyone saw that you didn’t have any knickers on, or you were to catch your skirt on something and it got pulled up, or down, then that would be an accident and not your fault so you couldn’t get locked up for that.” “Oh, I get it, so if I were to suddenly swing my shoulders round and one of my tits popped out I couldn’t get arrested for it?” “That’s right, is that why you wanted one of those dresses?” “No, I’ve wanted one of these for years, honest.” “I believe you Sarah, I think.” “So if one or both of my tits pops out, I didn’t notice and someone said something, what should I do and say Tom?” “You should quickly put your tits back in then say, “Oops sorry, I didn’t realise.” “And try to look all embarrassed even though you don’t seem to have that emotion.” “I do too.” “No you don’t Sarah, did you go all hot and want to cover yourself when Mr. Jones appeared in front of you?” “No, why should I?” “Most girls would have covered their tits and pussies and got all hot and bothered, and their faces would have gone all red. They’d be embarrassed. Most girls would have done the same if their brothers had seen them naked. But not you Sarah, instead of embarrassment your pussy tingles. You get turned on by being seen naked, you’re an exhibitionist.” “That’s the second time that you’ve said that word today and I don’t know exactly what that word means.” “It means that you get sexually aroused when people see you naked.” “My pussy does tingle, even when you and Mike see me naked.” “There you go then, you are an exhibitionist, but don’t go getting upset by it, there’s nothing wrong with being an exhibitionist, in fact I quite like you being one. It’s just that some people don’t like exhibitionists so if you do accidentally, or deliberately let someone see your tits or pussy and they say something, you have to pretend to be embarrassed and say that you didn’t realise. Does that make sense Sarah?” “I guess so, but it’s stupid.” “I know, but that’s the way it is and we can’t change it.” I sort of understood but my mind quickly changed to something else. “Can I give you another blowjob when we get back to your van?” I asked just as a girl arrived with our food. After she’d gone I said, “Can I get arrested for asking you If I can give you a blowjob?” “No, but you could get arrested if you gave me a blowjob where people can see you, like on the front of the van, but inside the van would be okay.” “So can I do it?” “Yes Sarah. I think that I’m going to have to eat your pussy when we get home, then tomorrow I’ll eat your pussy while you are giving me a blowjob.” “How is that possible?” “A 69, I’ll show you tomorrow Sarah.” “A 69? I’ve heard of a 99, talking of ice cream can I have one here before we leave?” “Yes, just so long as you don’t go swinging around and your tits pop out.” “I don’t know that I can remember not to do that, but it would be an accident.” “Maybe you’re a bit brighter than you think Sarah.” “Can I uncross my legs please Tom, I’m a bit uncomfortable” “You don’t need to ask me Sarah, you are an adult, you can sit however you want.” “Thank you, these burgers may be unhealthy but they do taste good and I can’t cook chips like these, they’re so tasty.” “Probably just chemicals but you’ll be okay if you just have one once or twice a month.” We finished eating and left. Tom wanted to go into a particular shop so we went there. Whilst Tom was getting served in that shop I stood looking out of the window and tried moving my shoulder left and right to see if a tit, or even just a nipple popped out, and they did. I started questioning my decision to get that dress then I thought, “No, I was right, I’ve always wanted a dress like this so if a tit pops out it’s an accident and not my fault.” Then I looked below my tits to the waist band of the skirt part of the dress. It wasn’t tight, in fact it was quite loose but it was held up by the bib and the straps over my shoulders. On each hip there is 2 buttons to make it easier to get into the dress and I wondered what it would be like to unfasten the buttons. The dress wouldn’t fall off me and I wondered if my actual hips would be showing. “Only one way to find out.” I thought, and unfastened the buttons. The part with the buttons and the button holes fell out like 4 triangles of material and yes, my bare hips were clearly exposed. It also meant that the overall waist of the dress was much wider and as I leant forward a bit and moved my head to the side, I could see in and down to the floor. Standing up straight I realised that the only places that the dress was touching my body was my shoulders and nipples. “Interesting.” I thought. Just then Tom walked up to me and said that we could go. As we walked back to the van I felt quite nice and called myself stupid for questioning my decision to get the dress. “Is that dress supposed to be worn like that Sarah?” Tom asked. “What do you mean Tom?” “Unfastened at the sides.” “It’s not falling off.” “No, but I can see your skin down from your armpits to below your hips. It’s obvious that you’re not wearing any knickers.” “So what?” “Hey, just saying, you’re not what the law says is indecent so it’s fine by me.” “Good, it feels nice and airy.” “I bet that it does.” Back at the van we got in then I leant over and gave him the promised blowjob. It’s not so easy when you’re sat in a van and your head keeps banging against the steering wheel but I was able to make him cum and to swallow all his sperm. I was pleased with myself and was looking forward to learning how a man can eat my pussy without hurting me. On the way home we pulled into the same supermarket to get the weekly shop and I got a trolley and we went in. Tom had the list so he took over pushing the trolley and I got whatever he asked me to. Of course that meant lots of bending and stretching up and occasionally Tom told me to put a tit back behind the bib. Nobody seemed to notice or say anything until we were going through the checkout. There was a girl about my age on the till and she kept looking at me as I took the items and put them in our bags. She’d scanned about half the items when I realised that her eyes were going from mine to my chest. It took a few seconds for me to realise that she was trying to give me a message. Looking at my chest I saw my right tit. I stood up straight and said, “Oops, sorry, I didn’t realise.” And pulled the bib straight and carried on. I finished putting everything in the bags and looked at the girl and saw her looking at my chest again. I looked down and saw my bare right tit again. “Oops.” I said as I looked at the girl who looked up to my eyes and it was her that blushed, not me. “Did you do that on purpose?” Tom asked me as he wheeled the trolley out to the van. “No, it was an accident, I didn’t know that my tit would come out.” “You’re learning Sarah.” I didn’t know if I was happy or not, but my pussy was still tingling. Back at home I took my new dress off then went outside to catch the last of the day’s sun. As I was laying there I could see and hear the Harvey brothers, Terry and Dan, through the fence at the bottom of the garden (that fence is made of vertical wooden slats and quite a few of them are missing). They didn’t see me at first but when they did see me Terry called me over. “Hey Sarah, how are you, long time no see.” “Yes, you know that we lost our parents don’t you?” “Yes, I was sorry to hear that. You catching some rays?” “Yes, now that mum’s gone I’ve dumped all my old clothes and I’m learning what it’s like to not dress as a nun.” “So I see, and you’re okay being outside without any clothes on?” “Yes, why not, it’s no big deal. Someone said that I am a bit naive and have no modesty but I don’t understand what he was on about. I’m just happy to get rid of all my old clothes. I feel like I’ve been let out of prison. “Well you can feel out of prison whenever we’re around. I guess that you’re feeling free in your bedroom as well. We’ve seen you dancing in your bedroom dressed like that.” “So what?” “Well if you don’t mind us seeing what you get up to in your bedroom we don’t mind looking.” “Why should I mind?” We hadn’t been talking long when Tom shouted for me to go inside. “Better go Terry, I think that Tom wants to eat my pussy.” “I saw Terry’s jaw drop just before I turned and walked back to the house. “My bedroom NOW.” Tom said. As I climbed the stairs I wondered if Tom was annoyed with me for talking to Terry whilst I was naked and that he was going to spank me. “So you think it’s okay to flaunt your body to the neighbours Sarah? “It made my pussy tingle some more.” “Well this might as well.” Tom pushed me back onto the bed then pulled my legs wide apart. “This isn’t how he would spank me.” I thought. But Tom leant forward, pushed my legs further apart and his head came down to my very spread pussy. “Oh. What …. Oooh, hmm, that’s nice” I said as my whole body relaxed. “I felt Tom’s tongue going up and down my slit. I gasped as I felt my clit being licked and played with by Tom’s tongue. Then his tongue licked down my slit again and pushed against the entrance to my hole. “Of my gawd Tom, that’s awesome, keep doing that.” He didn’t, his tongue pushed into my hole and I could feel the tip pressing against my vagina’s walls. Tom kept doing everything that he’s already done to me and squeezing and pulling my clit with his lips, and his teeth (but not hard enough to hurt me). Doing all that over and over soon got me to cum. I got so verbal that Mike heard me and came to see what Tom was doing to me. As my orgasm subsided Tom got to his feet leaving me still panting and shaking with the occasional jerk. I heard Tom and Mike talking, “I think that she liked that Tom.” Mike said. “You think so bro, give her a couple of minutes and you can see if you can make her cum.” “No problem mate. She’s getting good isn’t she, flaunting her body, masturbating whilst we watch, letting us masturbate her, blowjobs and now getting her pussy eaten.” “69’s tomorrow Mike, I hope that you’ve got the stamina.” “Why, don’t you want her blacking out whilst she’s on top of you?” “Not particularly, no.” I saw Tom looking at me then he said to Mike, “I think that she’s ready for you Mike. Just eating, no fucking – yet.” Mike got between my legs and within seconds I was gasping as his tongue found my slit. Mike was good, not quite as good as Tom, but still good and he soon had me cumming again but I was exhausted when my orgasm subsided. Exhausted but happy, I’d now got 3 ways of me having an orgasm, my hand, someone else’s hand and someone else’s mouth. Things were looking good. After that I didn’t want to do much else that day so I asked Tom if we could order some food and get it delivered. He said okay but he wanted it to be proper food, not junk food as we’d already had a McDonalds that day. I asked him if he thought pizza was junk food and he was a bit undecided but he did agree to pizzas and he phoned an order through. Thirty minutes later my pussy was tingling again as I went to open the front door. It was a different guy but he also looked a little shocked to be confronted by a naked girl. I didn’t really give him much of a chance to study my body as I took the pizzas off him and closed the door. ***** The next day was a bit overcast and Tom suggested that apart from my housework I see about shortening the skirts and dresses that he had bought for me. As I said earlier, mum had taught me the basics but I was still nervous when I got the sewing machine out and set it up. Then I made a few mistakes. Firstly I started with the dress made of the thickest material, the dungaree dress. Then I made the mistake of not pinning the skirt part to the length that I wanted it to end up and then checking that it looked okay on me. What I did was guess at the length that I wanted and started cutting. I just cut, turned over the edge then ran the sewing machine along to make a neat edge. Only then did I put the dress on and immediately realised my mistakes. What’s more they were irreversible, the dress was about 5 centimetres shorter than I had wanted it. It still covered my bum and pussy but any bending would leave my bum or pussy exposed. Still wearing the dress I went to find Tom with a glum look on my face. “Tom,” I said, “I’ve screwed-up again, look what I’ve done.” Tom looked up at me. “Turn around.” When I was back facing him he said, “So what’s the problem Sarah?” “It’s too short, I’ve cut too much off.” “Have you, it looks good to me. I thought that you wanted short skirts, embrace your new freedom.” “I do, but not this short.” “Why not? It’s summer, you just have to remember to be careful and not have any accidental exposures just like lots of girls do. It's not like you’re going to be doing anything that men have to do.” “I suppose, and as you said, accidents do happen. Okay, I’ll wear it when I have to wear something.” “Good girl.” I was a lot happier after I’d spoken to Tom and I got on with shortening the other skirts and dresses. This time doing the job properly, but I had revised my idea of how short I wanted them to be. Accidents would happen and I wanted to make my pussy tingle when people saw me have those accidents. As I finished each one I put it on and went to show Tom. Every time he asked me if I wanted to go out wearing a skirt that short, and I’d say that I did and that people seeing me in them would make my pussy tingle, especially if I had an accident and the people around me saw my pussy. Most of the skirts and dress’ are made out of very thin material and flare out, and when I put each of the newly shortened skirts on I told Tom that I felt like I just had a belt on. Twice Tom told me that I really had become an exhibitionist because I was getting sexually aroused by the thought of people seeing me wearing such short skirts with the risk that they’d see what was at the top of my legs, and me feeling that I only had a belt on. The thing was, I couldn’t deny it, even Tom seeing me wearing those clothes was turning me on possibly more so that him seeing me totally naked. Anyway, it got to the evening and Tom told me that it was time for my next lesson. He told me to go to my bedroom. When we got there I watched as he stripped as naked as I was then he lay on his back on the bed. His cock was starting to get hard and I nearly missed him telling me to kneel either side of his upper arms facing his feet. It was only when I got in that position that I realised how he could eat my pussy whilst I was sucking his cock. “Lower your pussy until it touches my mouth Sarah.” By that time my pussy and nipples were tingling a lot and my pussy was feeling very wet. I gasped as Tom’s tongue touched my slit then I remembered that I was supposed to be sucking his cock at the same time so I bent over and at the same time took hold of his now very hard cock and lifted it up so that it was pointing to the ceiling. Down my mouth went over his cock as his tongue teased my pussy. I quickly discovered the best place for my pussy to be for Tom to work his magic with his tongue and at the same time go up and down with my head. I also discovered that it was me who was deciding how deep into my mouth and throat Tom’s cock was going and I managed to get it so deep inside me that my nose was touching Tom’s balls. I also found that I could support myself with one hand and caress his balls with the other. Men’s balls feel so funny, the way they move around in that sack is amazing. I kept thinking that they were full of his sperm, the sperm that, hopefully, would be inside my mouth soon. My head kept going up and down, the end of his cock going into my throat, as Tom’s tongue really did work magic on my pussy. I orgasmed first and somehow managed to keep raising and lowering my head. Tom also managed to keep licking. I was just cumming for the second time when I felt Tom’s sperm arrive in the back of my mouth and throat. How I managed to cum and still hold Tom’s shooting cock in my mouth I don’t know. My poor little body was jerking and shaking and I felt myself going forward, off Tom’s cock and away from his tongue. My head was on the bed between Tom’s legs and my butt was up in the air above Tom’s chest. After a minute or so, and I was starting to recover, Tom said, “Sarah, your juices are bubbling out of your hole.” “Huh, are they?” Then he slapped my butt. “Hey, what was that for?” “To get you off me. So what did you think of that Sarah?” “I take it that was a 69. It sort of makes sense now. I liked it, a 2 in 1.” “Yes, we both got our rocks off.” “Can we do that again?” “No, not now Sarah.” Tom said as I pushed my body back hoping that my pussy would persuade Tom to eat me again. Instead he lifted my butt and slapped it again. “Off.” Was all Tom said, so I reluctantly climbed off him and stood on the floor and watched Tom’s soft cock as he got dressed. “Did you shave your pussy this morning Sarah?” Tom asked. “No, I forgot.” “Did you remember to take your pill?” “Yes, I guess that the newness of taking my pill made me forget to shave” “Get into a routine Sarah. Since you haven’t got a job yet, how about when you alarm goes off you go straight downstairs and get the breakfast ready. Then when we’ve all eaten you come back upstairs and clean your teeth. Then you take your pill then shave all over before getting into the shower. Do you want me to make a list for you?” “I think that I can remember that thanks but you didn’t say when I could go to the toilet.” “You can go to the toilet whenever you need to Sarah. Shall we try it this week and see how it goes.” “Okay, now if you’re not going to eat my pussy or let me suck your cock can I watch that video that Mike made of me?” “Of course you can, you don’t need to ask.” “Thanks Tom, I enjoyed what we just did.” “Me too sis, we’ll do it again soon. Maybe Mike will like to do it when he gets back.” “I hope so.” I went downstairs and switched on the TV. The memory stick was still plugged in to it so I was able to quickly get the video playing. Jeez, my pussy looked big. I pressed the pause button and just studied my pussy. It was the first time that I’d really studied my pussy. Of course I’d looked at in a mirror and both Tom and Mike had held a mirror for me to watch what they were doing to me but this was different. There on the huge TV screen was my pussy bigger than the size of my head and I could see every bit of skin, every nook and cranny, where it was dry (nowhere) and everywhere where it was wet. I could even see a little bubble of my juices near the entrance to my hole. As the camera moved a little, or was it me, I could even see into the entrance of my hole. I pressed the play button and kept watching. It was only after a couple of minutes that I realised that my legs has spread and the fingers of my right hand were gently rubbing my pussy. I watched myself making me cum as my right hand was doing the same thing. I had just cum, both on the screen and in real life, and was slowly returning to normal when I heard Mike say, “Wow sis, did you see your pussy contracting when you orgasmed?” “Yeah, I felt it but seeing it was weird. Hey Mike, Tom showed me what a 69 is, can we do it?” “Come up to my bedroom in a few minutes, I just need to do a couple of things first.” “Okay.” Five minutes later I went up and I had my second 69. It was nearly as good as my first but afterwards I was tired so I went to bed. ***** On the Monday morning I followed Tom’s instruction and went straight down and got the breakfast ready. I was pleased to see that all the clouds had gone and it looked at though it was going to be a nice day. After Tom and Mike had left for work I went up to the bathroom and did things in the sequence that Tom had suggested and when I went back downstairs I’d taken my pill and my pussy felt nice and smooth. What’s more, I was feeling happy. After the housework I decided to go and lay in the sun for an hour or two. After a while I heard Mr. Jones say, “Morning Sarah, have you remembered to put some sunblock on?” “Oh hello, no, I forgot.” “If you go and get it I’ll rub it on you if you like.” “Thanks Mr. Jones, that would be nice, I’ll just go and get it.” I did, and when I got back to the lounger Mr. Jones had come round and was standing waiting. I gave him the bottle and got back on the lounger on my stomach. As he started rubbing the cream all over my arms, legs and back we talked. Just about boring things at first then I told him that Tom had bought me some new clothes and that I’d shortened the dress’ and skirts. I told him about my mistake with the dungaree dress and he told me that he’s love to see me in it. I also told him that Tom had made me cum with his tongue and that we’d had a 69. “I remember eating my wife’s pussy, so sweet and watching her pussy as she orgasmed was something that I can still remember so clearly.” “Would you like to eat my pussy Mr. Jones? Maybe it will bring back more memories.” “No Sarah, it’s really nice of you to offer but I’m, too old for you. But it is a really nice thing to think about.” “Mr. Jones, you’re a nice man, it would be my pleasure to let you eat my pussy, I like making people happy.” “Are you sure Sarah, really sure?” “Yes, please eat my pussy Mr. Jones.” “Well if you’re sure?” “I am Mr. Jones.” “I’ll put the sunblock on your front in a couple of minutes.” “Thanks.” I replied as Mr. Jones got down on his knees at the foot of the lounger. I have to say that Mr. Jones was very good. I wondered if his age and experiences through life had taught him how to be a good pussy eater, especially as he kept going when I reached my first orgasm. His tongue took me to a second before he finally stopped and picked up the bottle of sunblock. Mr. Jones is good at making me tingle when he rubs my tits. I think that he must have been worried about my nipples getting sunburnt because he spent ages rubbing the sunblock on them, not that I was complaining. He must have been worried about my pussy as well because he spent ages rubbing the sunblock on it, so much so that he made me cum again. I could have laid there all day letting him make me cum over and over but he must have got tired because he stopped after he’d made me cum with his fingers. I think that he must have got tired because of his age. About 30 minutes after Mr. Jones had finished and left I heard the doorbell ring. Instead of going through the house I went around the side and was confronted by the postman with another letter for Tom that needed signing for. I’d just got settled again then the doorbell rang again. Again I went round the side of the house and was met by a delivery guy that I hadn’t seen before. He had a box with some bits for Tom and the poor guy couldn’t talk properly, he had some sort of speech impedi something or other, but his eyes seemed to be working properly because I saw them going up and down my naked body over and over. As I was walking back to the lounger I wondered what it is with men wanting to look at naked women? Okay I like looking at Tom and Mike when they’re naked but I’m sure that I don’t stare as much as men stare at me when I’m naked. After I got myself some lunch I went back out and this time it was the Harvey brothers and one of their mates that were staring at me through the fence at the bottom of the garden. Terry Harvey called me over and I went and stood at the fence and talked to them. After a while one of them asked me if I wasted to climb through the fence so that we could play some games but I didn’t think that that was such a good idea after Tom had told me not to go out of our garden without any clothes on so I told them that I couldn’t, that Tom and Mike wouldn’t like it. We talked some more about where they were going on their summer holidays and after telling them that I didn’t have any plans I left them and went back to the lounger where I spread my legs and made myself cum again. I’m getting good at it but the orgasms aren’t quite as good as when Mike or Tom play with my pussy. As I lay there relaxing and wondering when I would do it again, I thought about the Harvey brothers and them going on holiday. Tom and Mike had stopped going on holiday with mum and dad 3 years ago and it had been just mum, dad and me, and to be honest, it was boring. We only went to the same resort on the south coast and I had got to know the place quite well. Only once had they taken us on a holiday abroad, 4 years ago and that was a touring holiday that all 3 of us kids found extremely boring. Those holidays on the south coast were the one place where I was grateful for the thick clothes that mum bought me as it always seemed to be cold and often raining down there. I wanted to go somewhere where it was warm and I could sunbathe with my new found freedom. I imagined myself on a beach with the sun beating down and proudly showing off my naked body to everyone on the beach. I was still daydreaming when I heard the doorbell. Going down the side of the house I discovered yet another delivery driver with a parcel for Tom. Why Tom get his plumbing bits delivered to our home instead of his work I don’t know but the delivery guy seemed pleased to be greeted by the naked me. Anyway, I went back to my sunbathing and started playing with my pussy. I think that the delivery guy seeing me had woken my pussy and it wanted some attention. Whilst I was gently rubbing I started daydreaming again and the next thing that I knew was Tom standing beside me and waking me. “Been playing with your pussy again Sarah? Your hand seems to spend most of it’s time on or in your pussy these days.” “Oh hi Tom, I guess that that’s your fault for showing me how good sex is.” “Hey, that was your fault Sarah, all I said was that you are 18 now and that you can decide for yourself what you wear, or don’t wear.” “Yeah I now, I’m just grateful that you and Mike aren’t so, so, so old fashioned and all religious about sex. Mum was great but she missed out on so much fun.” “Yes, I blame those damned priests. They couldn’t have any fun so they made sure that no one else did as well. Never mind, that’s all history, I’m just happy that you are having some fun now. Talking of which, get yourself upstairs, it’s time for your next lesson Sarah.” “Are you going to show me another way of doing a 69 Tom?” “Upstairs Sarah, NOW.” Tom slapped my bare butt as I got up and I wondered if he was going to spank me but in my bedroom I watched him take all his clothes off then lay on my bed. I watched his cock grow and point up to the ceiling above his head. “My pussy is getting all wet Tom, are you going to fuck me? It doesn’t look like you are going to spank me.” “Knees either side of my hips girl, facing me.” I did. “Sarah, I know that you are concerned that proper fucking might hurt you so this first time we are going to do it with you on top. That way you can control how far down and how fast you go.” “We’re going to fuck?” “Yes Sarah, but as I said, you are going to control it this first time, the next time me or Mike will may not be so gentle with you. Take hold of my cock and lower yourself onto it.” I did and if felt so wonderful when the end of his cock touched the entrance to my hole, and when I lowered myself a bit and it started going inside me I thought that I might just cum before it was right inside me. I lowered myself a bit more and I did cum. Tom put his hands on my hips and held me firm as the waves of pleasure made my body shake. As the waves started to go I lowered myself a bit more and nearly came again. Taking it slow I finally managed to get down as far as I could go. I could feel his cock hitting something hard and outside I was actually sitting on him. I took a long, deep breath and said, “That feels soo good Tom, we should have done this years ago.” Tom didn’t answer me and I knew that it was a silly thing to say, mum, or dad, would have grounded me for life if they found out we’d done what we were doing right then. After a couple of minutes Tom told me to lift up then lower myself again. I did, and wow. I did it again, then again, then again. The smile on my face must have been a mile wide, I was in heaven. I could feel that tingling getting stronger and stronger and I just knew that I was going to cum again soon, very soon. Then I felt this weird feeling inside me, something warm felt as if it was squirting inside me. It took a couple of seconds to realise that it was Tom who was cumming inside me, and that realisation made me cum as well. This time when the waves started disappearing I fell forward onto Tom’s chest. “Tom, that was, was, I don’t know what to say, what’s more wonderful that wonderful?” “Awesome?” Tom replied. “Yes, totally awesome, thank you Tom, thank you so much.” “You are so welcome Sarah, yes, sister Sarah.” “I’m not a nun.” “No no, you’re my sister, do you know what incest is Sarah?” “The teacher talk about that in PSHE but I don’t remember much about it.” “Well incest is when members of the same family have sex together.” “So we’ve done incest? So what, it was nice, still is, I can feel your cock getting soft.” “Yes it was, but incest is illegal.” “Why? It was nice.” “Well, the scientists think that if a girl gets pregnant by another member of her family the baby might be deformed or not normal in the head.” “Well I’m on the pill so I’m not going to have a baby.” “True, but the law still says that sex between family members is illegal so Sarah, you must promise me that you will never, ever, tell anyone that you’ve been fucked by either Mike or me.” “Okay, I can do that, I promise. I’ll tell them that it was Mr. Jones that fucked me.” “If you do tell anyone you should probably tell them that it was someone nearer your own age Sarah. People may not think that an 18 year old girl being fucked by a 65 or 70 year old man is such a good thing.” “That’s silly, Mr. Jones is nice. Can I ask him to fuck me?” “That’s up to you Sarah, but if you do tell anyone about your fucking partners it may be best to invent some boyfriend.” “A make believe boyfriend?” “Yes, that’s it, like you used to make up stories about your dolls being real people.” “Yeah, okay. Your cock is sliding out of me, can I try to make it hard again?” “Oh go on then.” I climbed off Tom then bent over and gave him a blowjob, well not all the way, just long enough to make him hard again. His cock tasted different this time and I eventually realised that it was a combination of his cum and my juices, both of which I’d tasted before, but not together. While I was sucking his cock I could feel his cum leaking out of me and running down my inner thighs. It felt funny. As soon as Tom’s cock was hard I climbed on him again. This time I lined up his cock and sank down onto it in one go. I didn’t even think about it hurting me, I just wanted it inside me again. I let out a long sigh as my bum sat on the tops of his thighs. “I could sit here for ever.” I said. “Yes, it does feel nice,” Tom replied, “but I don’t think that I will stay hard for ever. Besides Sarah, we’re doing it just one way, there are dozens of ways that we can do it and you might like some of them better.” “Are you going to show me all of them Tom?” “Ha, that’s a great idea Sarah, but not very practical. Tell you what, I’ll try and find a website that shows you lots of them and then you can try them with either Mike or me. I suspect that you’ll need to be an acrobat to try some of them and some of them will hurt you.” “I want to try them all.” I said as I started to go up and again. This time it took a lot longer for us both to cum. After a minute or so I got hold of Tom’s hands and put them on my little titties. Tom’s fingers started doing things to my nipples that felt good. Finally we both came and I collapsed down onto Tom’s chest again. I was feeling very happy and satisfied, well my brain did, but my pussy was soon wanting more. Also, the rest of my body needed a bit of a rest. It didn’t get much rest because Mike arrived home and when he came upstairs and saw me laying on top of Tom he said, “Have you 2 just been fucking?” “Yes,” I replied, “It’s your turn next, when do you want me?” “Give me a couple of minutes to get washed then I’ll fuck you. You’ve just ridden Tom Cow Girl style so I’ll fuck you Doggy style.” “That way of fucking was called Cow Girl style, I don’t get it.” “Imaging a girl riding a cow like she would a horse.” “Okay, so why isn’t it called Horse style?” “I guess that It’s because cow are females. Yeah I know, it’s like blowjobs are actually sucking. Just accept it Sarah.” “Okay, so what’s doggy style?” I asked Tom as Mike disappeared into his room. “Like dogs fuck, you’ll like it.” Tom replied, “doing it that way is very popular.” I had to think if I’d ever seen dogs fucking but I couldn’t remember any time. I didn’t want to waste any more time talking so quietly started counting to 120 then went into Mike’s room. He was just wearing his underpants and I could see a nice bulge in the front. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed with your knees right at the edge Sarah, and get those knees well apart.” I did, and a few seconds later I felt his cock touch my still very wet pussy. I gasped as a bolt of electricity went from my pussy to my nipples. Then I felt Mike’s cock slide inside me. As I think I said before, Mike’s cock isn’t as big as Tom’s but it still felt nice, very nice as it slid inside me. Mike slowly went in and out a few rimes then he started doing it faster and deeper. I realised that my body was moving forwards with each of his thrusts then going back to try to keep him deeper inside me as he pulled back. The other thing was that he had put his under me and was holding my little titties and pulling on my nipples. I didn’t last long before I started to cum, but Mike just kept thrusting in and out of me which made my orgasm last longer until he finally thrust deep and his hands left my tits and went to my hips and pulled me tight against him. My body was shaking and jerking as he pulled me tight to him and shot his sperm deep inside me. When Mike finally pulled out of me I was left there on my hands and knees, my arms had collapsed, my head was on the bed and my bum was up in the air. “That’s a nice sight,” Mike said as he got hold of his webcam and held it behind my bum. “A well fucked pussy with cum seeping out.” I looked over to his computer screens and saw my bum with my pussy between the cheeks. My pussy did look different, all red and swollen, but it didn’t hurt. I watched as Mike’s, and probably Tom’s as well, sperm seeped out of my hole. I was happy, very happy and I wanted more. After a minute or two Mike moved the camera away and I pushed myself up onto my feet. “How long before tea is ready Sarah?” Mike asked. It was a funny experience for me, making the tea with the sperm from both my brothers slowly leaking out of my vagina and creeping down the insides of my thighs, but as I worked I decided that if my wish of getting fucked by them every day came true I would have to get used to that feeling. As we sat eating our tea I asked Tom and Mike if they had anything planned for their holidays. Mike said that he was going to Spain with some of his mates but Tom said that he had nothing planned. “Tom sweet brother of mine, would you please take me somewhere warm for a week or 2, I want to walk naked on a beach and swim in the sea.” Tom looked at me for a minute or so then said, “Have you got any money to pay for a holiday Sarah?” “I’ve got the pocket money that mum used to give me.” “That might just pay for a meal one evening.” Mike said. “Did dad get you a new passport when your last one ran out?” Mike asked. “I don’t know, I think so but I’m not sure. Where are our passports?” “It’s okay Sarah,” Tom said, “When I was going through all dad’s papers I found our passports and he did renew yours Sarah.” “Oh good, so can we go please Tom?” “Where would you want to go?” “I don’t know, somewhere hot with a beach where I can be free of clothes. Where are you going Mike?” “Ibiza.” “Where’s that?” I asked. “The Mediterranean.” “The Mediterranean is a big sea isn’t it? Will it be hot there?” “Yes and yes Sarah.” Tom replied. “And are there beaches there where I can take my clothes off?” “Yes.” Mike replied. “Can we go there please Tom. I’ll let you fuck me every day?” “Only once?” Tom asked. “As many times as you want and where ever you want, I’ll give you as many blowjobs as you want as well, please?” “Well I do have a couple of weeks holiday owing, I suppose that we could.” I nearly fell off my chair as I got up and went to give Tom a hug. “You’re the best Tom.” I said as I pressed my little titties against his arm. “I suppose that you’ll be wanting some new clothes to take with you Sarah?” “No, you already bought me some.” “That’s hardly enough for a holiday where you will be out and about all the time.” “Oh, I don’t want to wear much and only when I have to.” “Okay Sarah,” Tom said, “I’ll see if I can my holidays booked then we’ll look for somewhere. Once we book a hotel and flight we’ll think about clothes for you.” “Than you Tom,” I said, “can you fuck me again please? I want to celebrate.” “Don’t count your chickens.” Mike said, “it’s not all booked yet.” “What have chickens got to do with it?” I asked. “Never mind.” Mike replied. I was a happy girl as I cleared up after the meal. It would be my first holiday without my parents and without my mother’s choice of clothes for me. I felt as light as air as I moved around the kitchen putting things away. After that I went and lay on my bed thinking. My right hand drifted to my pussy and I thought about how my life had changed. Okay I’d lost my parents but I had never been so happy. If I could live the rest of my life like it was right then it really would be a case of, “And I lived happily ever after.”

The Exposure that started it all by Vanessa Evans Part 2 It was shortly after that that Ethan told me that he was taking me to meet his family for a weekend. During all our conversations I’d gathered that they had quite a bit of money but I wasn’t prepared for what I saw when we got there. Wow, what a house. You could get the whole plot of land that my parents house takes up in just the front garden of Ethan’s parents house, it was huge. Five bedrooms, five bathrooms, a library, a games room, a fitness room, a swimming pool outside that could be covered to become an indoor pool, and a huge garden. But the best thing was that Ethan’s parents, his brother and sister were really down-to-earth and so friendly. Within minutes I felt at home with Ben and Mary (father and mother) and Emily and Jake (sister and brother). We made small talk over a cup of tee with all the expected questions and I soon realised that Ethan must have told them that he was taking me there because his parents had organised a party for that evening to celebrate him finally finding a long term girlfriend. I felt honoured and then amazed when he told me that he’d had a dress specially made for me to wear at the party. He’d kept it in his bedroom and he took me up there see it and to try it on. It is black, very thin fabric, strapless with a skater style very short skirt part. I fell in love with it even before I’d tried it on. Ethan put his hands on my shoulders and eased the spaghetti straps outwards and my dress slid off me and puddled at my feet. I stepped out of it and bent to pick it up and as I did so I heard a noise behind me. As I stood up I turned and saw all of Ethan’s family behind me and my hands immediately went to cover my little tits and pussy. “Relax Jade,” Mary said, “being naked in this house isn’t a big deal for us girls.” Ethan stepped behind me and put his arms round, took hold of my wrists and gently eased them down to my sides saying, “It’s okay Jade, mum’s right, mum and Emily are often naked around the house.” I just stood there, frozen, letting all of Ethan’s family stare at my naked front. Ben and Jake were the ones that I was mainly looking at. I’d only met those two men minutes ago and they were seeing me naked. The two way staring seemed to go on for hours but was probably only seconds before Ben said, “Oh good Jade, you have no pubic hair, and you have a very nice body too. Do you workout? We have a mini gym here that you can use.” “Err thank you Ben.” I replied as I wondered why on earth he had said that and how long he was expecting me to stay there. Ethan had told me that it was only for the weekend and I had to be back at work on the Monday. “Come on Ethan, get out of the way,” Emily said as she walked over to us, “let us girls check that Ethan got your measurements right Jade.” Ethan started to say that he hadn’t measured me but he stopped before he’d finished and he stepped back and let Emily help me get into the dress. It didn’t take long and it fit perfectly. That girl in the shop had done a good job of measuring me. Emily checked the dress all over, frequently smoothing her hand down it. One time her hand went down my back, right down to my bare thigh millimetres below my bare butt. Another time her hand slid down my front and pressed the fabric against my pubis and actually touched my pussy causing me to gasp a little. With the fabric being so thin and the design of the skirt part I felt like I was naked below my waist. “Yes,” Emily finally said, “they did a good job, it’s perfect for Jade.” I looked in one of the mirrors in the room and said, “It’s beautiful Ethan, thank you so much.” “Do a twirl Jade, a slow one then a quick one.” Ethan said. So I did. Even doing the slow twirl I could see the skirt floating out a little in the mirror and I wondered if my butt was showing. When I did a fast twirl I could see my butt and pussy in the mirror and I just knew that everyone there had seen them as well – again. I wondered if there would be much dancing at the party and what genre of music it would be. I stopped and was facing Ethan, my back to the rest of his family. “Thank you Ethan, I love it.” “Bend over Jade, let’s see how far you have to go to show your pussy.” Ethan said. I was a little surprised at that but I did as he asked and he didn’t stop me until my torso was parallel to the ground. I knew that his family were getting a great view of my butt and what was between the cheeks, and before Ethan told me to stand up I felt one of his hands slide down the top of my dress and cup my left tit. “I can see that you are definitely going to be the star of the party.” Ben said. I lifted Ethan’s hand out of my dress and stood up straight. I know that I was blushing a bit as I turned and replied, “No not really Ben, Mary and Emily will be those,” I replied, “I’ll only be a little starlet in the background.” “Don’t be so modest Jade.” Mary said then added, “I like this girl Ethan.” I smiled then I felt the zip at the back of the dress going down and within seconds I was again naked in front of Ethan’s parents, brother and sister. This time I didn’t try to hide parts of my body. “Best keep it clean for tonight.” Emily said as I stepped out of the puddled dress. I just stood there staring at Ben and Jake. I could see bulges in their jeans and had a sudden flash in my brain of Ben fucking me over the back of one of their sofas. Possibly because I hadn’t rushed to put my dress back on, Mary said, “You can stay like that if you want Jade, no one will complain and if you decide to go for a swim you’re ready to go.” “I haven’t brought a costume.” I replied. “Don’t need one.” Ben said, “Mary and Emily always skinny dip.” I was a little confused, I didn’t know if I was expected to stay naked or if Mary was just saying that to try to make me feel comfortable. Ethan obviously saw my confusion because he said, “Can you give us the room please folks, I need to talk to Jade.” As the family left the room Ethan took my hand and led me to the bed where we sat. “I’m guessing that all this is a bit over-whelming for you Jade.” “You got that right mate, I just never expected all this.” Ethan leant over, put his arm round me and gave me a hug. “Thanks, I needed that, it’s just that, ….” “I know, here, let me help you with your dress.” As Ethan was helping me get into my dress I said, “Do the women in your family wander around naked a lot then?” “Sometimes.” “Does that include Eva when she comes here?” “She doesn’t come here very often but the last time she was here she was naked all day.” “Really!? She never said anything.” “Why should she?” “Yes, okay. I guess that that’s why she didn’t freak out when you came over to her place that first night that you saw me naked.” “Probably, but that wasn’t planned.” “I believe you Ethan, do you want me to be naked all the time that I’m here?” “Only if you want to Jade.” “But do YOU want me to be naked Ethan?” “That would be very nice Jade but it has to be your decision.” “Well if you want me to be naked then I want to be naked.” I stood up and pushed the spaghetti straps off my shoulders then picked up the puddled dress that appeared around my feet. “There,” I said, “but I warn you Ethan Hammond, I might just jump your bones a few times.” “That’s okay Jade, I won’t complain but I warn you, dad and Jake might just, no, probably will try to jump your bones Jade.” “And you’d be okay with that would you Ethan?” “We share everything in this family Jade.” “Wow, what have I got myself into? What about Jake’s girlfriend Riley, does she walk around the place naked as well, and does she let your father fuck her?” “Sometimes but I swear, I haven’t fucked Riley or Emily since I started going out with you.” “I believe you Ethan, but if I have to fuck the other men in your family then it’s only fair that you fuck the other women. Hey, you don’t fuck your mother do you?” “No Jade, and you don’t HAVE to let the other men fuck you.” “But you want me to Ethan?” “It would be nice, as I said, we are a sharing family.” “You don’t fuck Jake do you Ethan?” “Hell no, there’s no gay men in this family but the girls do have some fun with each other occasionally.” I sat down on the bed, sighed and said, “Wow, what a family, I guess that I’m happy that you didn’t bring me here just after we started going out, I’d have freaked out. Can you just give me a minute to process all this?” I lay back on the bed, still naked and with Ethan sat near my butt. He turned and started to caress my thighs. When I didn’t say anything his hands started moving all over my body. It was nice and before long I could feel my nipples and clit tingling. Soon after that we were making love, wonderful, glorious sex. As we were recovering I heard a noise over by the door and looked over there and saw Jake and Emily standing watching us. Instead of being embarrassed or annoyed I smiled and waved at them. The both turned and walked out. A minute or so later I had a thought and said to Ethan, “So do members of your family spank each other Ethan?” “Sometimes.” “So that’s where you got the idea to spank me.” “That cute butt of yours just invites a good spanking Jade.” “Well I’m glad that you like it Ethan and you can spank it anytime that you want.” “What about Jake or our father?” “You want them to spank me as well?” “Would that bother you Jade?” I was silent for a few seconds then replied, “I guess not, but if I get the urge to fuck straight afterwards I want it to be your cock that I can jump on.” “So do I Jade, so do I.” “So what now Ethan, do we go downstairs with me like this?” “If you want to Jade.” “I think that I do, but I need to get cleaned up a bit first.” “There’s a bidet in the bathroom, do you want me to come and help you?” “Yes please, I’ve never used a bidet before.” Ten minutes later my pussy area was feeling quite clean and fresh and we were walking down the wide stairs hand in hand. That sounds quite normal except that I was totally naked, not even shoes. My nipples were still rock hard and so was my clit that was sticking out of my lips but I felt good. “Magnificent my dear.” Ben said when he saw me walking into the room still holding Ethan’s hand. Ben got to his feet, walked over to me, put his hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead before whispering, “If only I was thirty years younger.” I smiled and gripped Ethan’s hand harder. “Come my dear,” Mary said, “sit and tell us everything that my son has been doing with you.” I think that I blushed a little as I thought about the making love in the open and being seen, and the spankings and fucking at our girly night. I suddenly wondered if Eva had told Mary what had happened. I decided to leave those fun moments out and started telling Mary about our first date to the theme park but leaving out the juicy bits. After about thirty minutes I was starting to feel quite relaxed about my nudity. The rest of the family had wandered in and out of the room and obviously seen that I was naked but none of them said anything. A while later Ethan came and rescued me saying that we were going for a swim. “That’s a good idea,” Mary said, “I might come and join you.” Ten minutes later the whole family were in the swimming pool, all as naked as I was. We’d been swimming and throwing a ball around for about ten minutes when a girl about my age came round the corner. “Hey Riley,” Jake shouted, “come and join us.” I watched as Riley stripped naked revealing that her body was similar dimensions to mine and that she too wasn’t wearing any underwear. As she walked towards the pool I could see that her nipples were erect and that her clit was also sticking out between her lips. Riley bombed into the pool right next to Jake. When she surfaced she kissed Jake then he turned her to face me and he introduced us. “Ah, the mysterious Jade,” Riley said, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” “All good I hope.” I replied. “Oh yes, I hope that you are going to show us your little party piece later.” I had a look of surprise as I replied. “I don’t know what you mean Riley.” “Oh yes you do, I work with Eva, she tells me everything.” I did blush right then but Ethan came up behind me, wrapped his arms round me covering my little tits with his hands and kissed my neck. “Don’t worry Jade,” Riley continued, “Emily and I have both been spanked by Ethan in public., if you’re lucky it might happen tonight as well.” I stood there with Ethan’s hands still holding my tits as Riley swam over to each member of the family and kissed their cheeks. I was sure that Ben copped a feel of Riley’s butt as she kissed him. Then she went to Jake, wrapped her arms round his neck and gave him a long, passionate kiss. I wondered if his cock was rising to the occasion and if Riley could feel it on her stomach like I could feel Ethan’s pressing between my butt cheeks. About thirty minutes later we heard a noisy vehicle in the drive and Mary said, “Come on girls, that must me the caterers, we need to make sure that they know what they are doing.” With that she got out of the pool followed by Riley and Emily. Mary had brought out a towel that she wrapped around herself but Emily and Riley had no towels so they followed Mary totally naked. “Off you go Jade,” Ethan said,” All girls together.” I hesitated for a second as It thought, “What the hell,” and climbed out and followed them. Me as naked as Emily and Riley still were. The catering man stood and stared as the three naked young women walked up to the back of his van as Mary said, “Come on girls, grab a tray and take then into the kitchen.” We did and followed Mary inside. We were just turning to go back out when the man walked in carrying a couple of boxes. “Where would you like these Mrs Hammond?” He said. Mary told him and we all went out to finish unloading the van. Once that was finished Mary said, “Can you move the van out of the way round the back somewhere then get on with whatever. We should be ready to eat in about three hours.” Then she turned to us naked girls and continued, “Time to get ready girls, let’s go.” We all went inside and up to the bedrooms. Ethan was waiting for me and he immediately hugged me and asked me if I was okay. “Yes, I think so, I’m still getting used to all this, you could have warned me.” “And risk putting you off or getting very nervous, no, it was best to keep you in the dark and I’m pleased that Eva kept her mouth shut.” “I guess that you’re right, Mary said that we’ve got three hours to get ready, you know that I wear very little make-up so it will take me about ten minutes, what shall we do with the rest of the time lover?” That was a rhetorical question and Ethan knew that it was. As we kissed we walked to the bed and we made love on it for the second time that day. I’d watched Ethan put a tuxedo on whilst I was brushing my hair then he went downstairs to see how things were progressing. A little later he came back and told me that they were ready to meet me and he helped me put the dress on. I’d already put on my three inch, black heels that he’d told me to bring. Then he stood behind me and we both looked in the full length mirror. “Dad was right Jade you do look magnificent, I love your pokies but there’s just one thing missing. Don’t move.” I didn’t and in the mirror I watched him go to a drawer and come back with a long, thin box. He opened it and put this amazing necklace round my neck. “Is that for me?” I asked. “It is Jade, just a small token of my love for you.” “It’s gorgeous Ethan, I love it, thank you so much.” “The diamonds are real.” “Wow, but I don’t care about that, it looks totally awesome. If we didn’t have to go downstairs I’d thank you properly but that will have to wait, I guess that your parents will get upset if we kept them waiting too long.” I felt a bit like I imagine a princess would feel as Ethan held my hand and we slowly walked down the stairs, although I doubted that a real princess would feel like she was naked below her waist. About two thirds of the way down the stairs there is a small landing where the stairs continue down to the left. When we got to that little landing Ethan stopped and I looked around. I could see about fifty people, all adults, all smartly dressed and all looking at me. Ethan and I were stood with our thighs about head height to all the people and I smiled as I wondered how many of them could see up the ultra short dress and see my bare pussy. “Ladies and gentlemen, and the rest of you lot, for those who don’t already know my soulmate, the light of my life, my best friend and my true love, this is Jade. Please go gentle with her because if you don’t I’m sure that she’ll give you a karate chop somewhere where it will hurt real bad.” As the laughter died down Ethan continued, “Before I let Jade be at your mercy there is just one more thing that I have to say.” With that Ethan put his hand in his pocket and got down on one knee and said, “Jade Clarkson, will you marry me?” I was stunned, my thoughts had never got as far forward in my life as marriage, that had always been something that I’d get round to thinking about when I got much older but as I stood there with my jaw hanging down, my thoughts about marriage changed and I replied, “Yes Ethan Hammond, I will marry you.” My knees were shaking and I was nearly wetting myself as Ethan slipped the ring on my finger. To noisy applause I kissed Ethan, jumped up on him and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck then did my best to swallow his mouth. Ethan’s hands went round me and I felt one hand supporting my bare butt and the other sliding up my bare back. Everyone was able to see that I wore no knickers but I just didn’t care. I just wanted to go back upstairs with Ethan and fuck his brains out. Sadly that didn’t happen and when the kiss broke and Ethan lowered me to the floor I straightened my dress and we walked down the rest of the stairs where Ethan started introducing me to the ninety odd percent of the people there that I didn’t already know. When we got to Eva and her boyfriend, Tom, I said, “Eva, you bitch, you could have told me.” “And congratulations to you too Jade, you look gorgeous, no bra or knickers I see and you know why I didn’t tell you Jade.” “Yes I do, and in a way I’m pleased that you didn’t. We have some serious talking to do when we get the chance girl. And how did you know I’m not wearing any knickers or a bra?” “Everyone in the room saw your bare butt when you jumped on Ethan on the stairs and before that when you were just stood there facing everyone we all saw your slit and bare pubis. A few of us saw your pussy when you bent over to put your glass on that coffee table. As for a bra, I’m surprised that your nipples haven’t drilled through that thin fabric by now.” “Oh my gawd,” I replied, “I’ve never been so exposed, what will people think of me?” “That your going out with a Hammond boy and you like it Jade. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have lasted this long.” “We really do have some serious talking to do Eva, you have a lot of secrets girl.” “And you are starting to get a lot yourself Jade. Any of your family here?” “No, it was only intended to be a ‘meet the boyfriend’s parents weekend’.” “Well that might be a good thing, we’ve never talked about your parents have we?” “No.” “Don’t worry about it Jade, everything will be just fine.” Ethan steered me away from his cousin and her boyfriend and shortly after that Ben announced that the buffet was open. Ethan held my hand and we walked over to the food tables. Ben was there and as we got to him he said, “There you are Jade, I’ve been missing my son’s gorgeous piece of eye-candy.” “Oh stop it Ben,” I replied, “there’s nothing special about me.” “That my dear is definitely a matter of opinion. Now get a plate and get some food into you. Can I get you a drink?” “Thanks Ben but Ethan’s been looking after me in that department.” “Other departments as well I hope young lady.” I looked at Ben and just smiled. I knew exactly what Ben meant. I thought about saying that my sex life was a lot more than adequate but I didn’t, I picked up a plate and filled it with food. All the seats were occupied so Ethan led me to the stairs and we sat a few steps up and started eating. It was only when Jake and Riley came over to us and I saw Jake looking down between my legs that I realised that my pussy was clearly visible to anyone who cared to look my way, and it had been like that for ages. I started to slide my feet together and lower them down a step but Ethan said, “No don’t Jade, let everyone see the pussy that I’ll be fucking later.” I looked up at Jake and Riley and saw them both smiling. Riley welcomed me to the Hammond clan adding that I’d love all the benefits. I didn’t know what she meant but I was too happy to think or worry about it. Small talk was exchanged and shortly after we had finished eating I heard Ben call for order and he announced that dancing would start and that he was going to deprive his son of the first dance with his new daughter to be. “That’s you Jade.” Ethan said. I got to my feet and walked over to Ben. Everyone had moved away from the centre of the huge room and Ben put out a hand for me to take. I wondered what sort of dance music was about to be played but Ben took my hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed it. That didn’t really surprise me but the music that started playing did, it was Dirty Dancing Time of Your Life. This was a song that I loved when I was a young teenage girl and I danced to the video in my bedroom thousands of times. Ben really surprised me as he started do a quite reasonable impression of Patrick Swayze. Of course we weren’t as good as Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Gray but Ben had me spinning round and round. I knew that the skirt part of my dress was spinning up around my waist and that everyone was seeing me effectively bottomless but I didn’t care, I was happy. Even when Ben really surprised me and lifted me up, parallel to the floor and above his head I wasn’t surprised, I didn’t care that my dress was around my waist and that people could see all of my pussy as he slowly spun me round. As the track started to come to an end Ethan moved in and took over from Ben while Ben danced over to Mary and got her dancing. Ethan isn’t as good a dancer as Ben is but he still had me spinning and bending over backwards which also meant that the dress was up above my pussy quite often. When the tracks finally stopped I moved to hug Ethan but no sooner that I felt his hard, hot cock against my nearly naked stomach, Jake appeared and asked me to dance. Jake was the first of probably all the men there who asked me to dance. During the lively tracks I got quite animated as I danced, sometimes thrusting my pelvis forwards. During the slow numbers the men held me firmly against them and I could feel their hard cocks against my stomach. During most of those slow dances I had a male hand on my butt above my dress, but a couple of times the hands went under my dress and copped a long feel of my bare butt. There was even some Salsa numbers and again I got spun round a lot with the resultant exposure that I just didn’t care about. Finally the dancing ended and most of the guests, mainly the older ones, started to leave. After about ten minutes of relaxation and drinking Ben got up and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I have observed that my future daughter in law has been neglecting her duties as a fiancé and has spent most of the last couple of hours in the arms of other young men. As a caring parent it is my duty to dictate that this young woman should be punished for her crime and I call upon her future husband to teach her a lesson to keep her in-line. Ethan, Jade, come here.” I guessed what was about to happen and I have to say that I was both nervous and excited. My pussy showing that it was excited by producing copious amounts of lubricant. Ethan took my hand and led me in front of Ben. He turned me to face everyone who I saw had all moved to be in front of Ben and me, then Ben said, “Ethan, you know what you have to do so whenever you are ready son.” Ethan looked me straight in the eyes, smiled then went round my back. Seconds later I heard and felt the zip of my dress going down. I gasped a little as first my tits were exposed, then a split second later I was naked apart from my heels. Ethan came round to my front and I automatically stepped out of the puddle of the dress. Then he turned me so that I was facing the audience with my nipples and clit throbbing. Ethan let everyone absorb the sight of my naked body then one of the guys brought a chair over and Ethan sat on it. “You know what to do Jade.” Ethan said. I went to his right side and lay over his lap, spreading my legs as much as I could and putting my hands on the floor to make sure that I didn’t fall off. I could feel his boner through his trousers and pretending to get comfortable I moved around enjoying the feeling of his hard cock pressing on my stomach. Then the swats started. I guess that it was all the exposure to people that I hardly knew, and all the hard cocks that had pressed against my stomach so far that evening that caused it but the vibrations that were going from my butt to my clit seemed to be stronger than ever before. I didn’t even try to count the swats, just revelled in the orgasm that was building in my pussy. I loudly and involuntarily announced that the orgasm was arriving and when it did I was screaming, “I’M CUMMING, OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING.” All whilst my body was was going rigid for a few seconds then collapsing like a rag doll over Ethan’s lap. I had a few seconds of respite during which I could hear applause and cheering then the spanking started again. On and on it went and soon I could feel another orgasm building inside me. The swats kept landing until that second orgasm exploded out of me before I again collapsed like a rag doll. Ethan let me just lay there for a few seconds then asked me if I was okay. I didn’t answer him. I did what I had dome every other time that he had spanked me, got to my feet, moved between his legs, unzipped his trousers, got his cock out then turned and sat back, impaling myself on that wonderful, hard cock. I revelled in that full pussy feeling for a minute or so then started lifting myself up and down. As I did so I looked around expecting to see all the faces of the audience watching us but instead I saw more chairs being brought over, girls being stripped by men and them too taken and told to lay over men’s laps. The thing was, I never saw one pair of knickers or one bra as the girls were stripped and the amazing thing was that the girls were laying over laps that didn’t belong to their male partners including Eva over Andy’s lap. I didn’t register the ramification of that at that time, that wasn’t until the next morning. Up and down I went and I was still so horny that I orgasmed again quite quickly but this time I managed to keep going up and down and then a fourth orgasm was triggered by Ethan cumming inside me. Finally my body was able to relax as I sat on Ethan’s cock as it slowly softened. When I started thinking straight again I looked around and saw five girls being spanked. Two were crying and two more were looking like they were about to cum. Ethan lifted me up and then carried me to a sofa. Sitting down, Ethan pulled me onto his lap but sitting sideways this time and I snuggled into him as we watched the other couples having their fun. Ethan’s hand went to my thighs and I opened them enough for him to get his fingers to my clit which he gently toyed with as we watched. Orgasms arrived and girls mounted the cocks that had, no doubt, been pressing on their bare stomachs and by the time it was all over Ethan’s fingers had brought me to yet another orgasm. The girls stood and went back to their partners and I watch all of them hug and kiss. Just when I thought the show was over Ben led Mary to the middle of the room near a chair and he started undressing her. Mary too wasn’t wearing knickers or a bra and as she became naked I hoped that my body looked as good as hers when I get to her age. Ben sat on a chair and Mary lay over his lap then the spanking started. Again and again Ben’s hand landed on Mary’s butt and I was starting to think that Mary had that medical condition that means that you don’t feel pain when Mary suddenly let out a deafening roar and her body started shaking. Ben stopped swatting her butt and when she was able she got up and did what I and the other girls had done. I, we, watched her tits bounce up and down like the other girl’s tits had except mine which barely wobbled. Over the years Mary’s tits had sagged but again, I hoped that if mine grew that they would sag as little as Mary’s had. Mary orgasmed again, and although we couldn’t see Ben’s face, his legs rose off the floor and I presumed that it was as a result of him cumming. When Mary stood Ben got to his feet and as he hugged Mary he said, “We’ve still got what it takes folks.” Everyone applauded them as Ben took a bow then he said that him and Mary were going to bed. That was the cue for the party to end and after the girls who weren’t staying overnight got dressed they all left. Ethan got me to stand up then he picked me up and carried me to his room where we collapsed on the bed, me on my front. Ethan started kissing me all over my butt saying that he was making it better but I fell asleep before he could do anything else to me. Or maybe he did but I was asleep and didn’t know it. ***** I woke to the feeling of Ethan’s cock entering my pussy and we had a very satisfying love making session. When we were laying there in post coital bliss I started thinking back to the party. I lifted my left hand and checked that I did in fact have an engagement ring on my finger then said, “Is this for real Ethan?” “It most certainly is Jade, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re not having second thoughts are you Jade?” “Hell no, I want to spend the rest of my life with you too. That’s providing you make love to me at least once every day.” “Just try and stop me Jade.” Then my thoughts went to what happened at the end of the party. “Ethan, last night I saw girls being spanked and fucking guys who weren’t their partners, what’s that all about?” “Oh that, that’s this family’s version of wife swapping, I told you that this family shares everything. Would it bother you to be spanked and fucked by any one of the guys in this family?” I thought for a few seconds then replied, “I guess not, if that’s what you want.” “Well it’s sort of a family tradition.” “Then I guess that I’ll have to get used to it. Is this girls being naked a lot of the time also a family tradition?” “Yes it is.” “What about us making love where people can see us?” “That’s more me, and you. You like doing that don’t you Jade? One of my aunties told me that she was addicted to having people watch her and my uncle when they screwed.” “It is sort of fun isn’t it Ethan, for our honeymoon can we go somewhere where I can be naked a lot of the time and we can make love with people watching us?” “I’m sure that we can find somewhere like that.” “Did you fuck me after we came to bed last night Ethan?” I asked. “No, you looked shattered.” “Well you can fuck me if you want, my body is your body to use however you want and whenever you want, and that includes when I’m asleep, like you woke me this morning.” “I love you Jade Clarkson.” “And I love you too Ethan Hammond.” We got off the bed and went for a shower and I was again pleased that it was big enough for us both to use at the same time. When I started shaving myself Ethan told me that he was going to buy me a Laser Hair Removal thingy so that he could use it all over me so that I’d never have to shave again. Then he finished my shaving for me, making me cum as he did so. When we finally left the bathroom I started to put on a different dress but Ethan stopped me and told me that I didn’t have to get dressed if I didn’t want to. “Okay then I won’t.” I replied. “I’m pleased that you said that Jade, I want to show you off to everyone.” “I think that everyone here has already seen me naked.” “True but all the guys will be like me and want to see you naked again and again and again.” “Well I don’t have a problem with that so let’s go.” We went downstairs and found Mary in the kitchen. She had a dress on and was getting some breakfast ready. “Good morning Jade, Ethan, I’m pleased to see that you are getting used to our family ways Jade. It can be a lot of fun at times, especially when we get male visitors.” Mary said. “So yesterday,” I replied, “what was that all about, why weren’t you and Emily naked when I first got here?” “Ah well, I’m getting a bit old for running around without any clothes on all the time, too many wrinkles and Emily didn’t want to risk frightening you off but I can see that that thought was totally unfounded. Oh, and Ben, I’ll apologise for him in advance, he can get a bit handsy but he’s quite harmless but if he gets too much for you just let me know and I’ll sort him out for you.” “Well Mary,” I replied. “I can understand what you did, and I’ve already forgiven Ethan for his deceit but none of you has anything to worry about, I’ve really been enjoying Ethan and my little, shall we say ‘adventures’ when we have been seen enjoying ourselves out in public and as for the end of party entertainment last night, does it only happen at the end of all your parties, if so how often do you have these parties? Every weekend?” Ethan squeezed my thigh to let me know that he was with me. “I wish, I like you Jade,” Mary said, “our Ethan made a good choice with you. How did you two meet?” Over breakfast I told Mary about the girly night at Eva’s place and how Ethan arrived just after I had lost a dare and had to strip down to my knickers. Then I lost again just after Ethan arrived and I had to take my G-string off leaving me naked in front of Ethan and that he ‘borrowed’ my G-string until I met him again in a pub a few days later. “Well Jade, that’s quite some way of meeting a boy but it obviously worked out well in the end.” “It certainly did.” Ethan replied. “Yes it certainly did and I’ve never been happier.” I added. “Do you always orgasm when you get spanked Jade?” “I’d never been spanked before I met Ethan but I’ve cum every time that he has spanked me.” “You’re a lucky girl Jade, not all girls cum when they get spanked.” “It must be Ethan’s magic hands.” “I guess that he gets that from his father.” “Have you two finished talking about me? Ethan asked. “I think so lover,” I replied, “but as a woman we reserve the right to talk about you anytime that we want, don’t we Mary?” “You’ve got a winner there Ethan, you look after her.” “I will mum, come on Jade, fancy a swim?” “Let me clean my teeth first please Ethan then I’m all yours to do with as you wish.” I saw Mary smiling as we walked out of the kitchen. We did go for a swim and I have to say that nude swimming is a very pleasant experience. Ethan and I also messed about a bit in the pool and I had another first, being fucked under water. After that Ethan took me to the hot tub where we had a very relaxing experience. That is until Ben came and joined us. Ethan was sat on my right with his left arm round my shoulder and Ben came and sat close to me on my left. Ben got me to tell him my life story and he kept asking me me questions to keep me talking. Ethan had been playing with my right tit with his right hand under the bubbles and after a couple of minutes I felt Ben’s right hand on my left thigh. When I didn’t object, Ben’s hand started exploring and as his hand got higher up my thigh I eased my knees apart hoping that he’s take that as permission to explore my pussy. He did, and as we talked Ben played with my clit and fingered me whilst Ethan was still playing with my right nipple. Ben is good with his fingers and he soon made me cum. It took a lot for me to keep myself under control but my telling him about my job got a bit disjointed. Ethan obviously knew what was happening and his right fingers really pulled at twisted my nipple. None of us verbally acknowledged that I had orgasmed and I kept on talking. What I also did was slide my left hand onto Ben’s right thigh and then his boner and I slowly wanked his cock. Oh, I forgot to say that both of them had taken their shorts off when they got into the hot tub. Shortly after my orgasm Emily and Andy and Jake and Riley joined us in the hot tub, all were as naked as I was. The hot tub was getting a little crowded but we all stayed there and there were hands and feet going all over the place, especially my left hand that kept wanking Ben’s cock. I was just telling everyone how Ethan and I first met when I felt Ben’s cock jerk and then I felt his cum being pumped up his cock, all under the bubbles and all whilst I continued talking. After I finished my life story there was a lot of small talk and as we talked I watched Emily and Andy and Jake and Riley. It was obvious what was going on under the bubbles but I couldn’t tell who was doing what to who. Shortly after that Mary came out and told everyone that lunch was ready so we all got out of the hot tub and dried ourselves. All the guys put some shorts on but Emily and Riley didn’t put anything on so I didn’t, not that I had anything down there to put on. I took hold of Ethan’s hand and we walked inside to the dining room. It was strange eating a meal in such a posh surrounding not wearing any clothes but Ethan was beside me and he kept squeezing my thigh to reassure me. His hand also crept to my clit a couple of times and that was even stranger, but nice. Us four women cleared away and loaded the huge dishwasher before getting a glass of wine and joining the guys sitting outside. It was then that Ben told us that a few more family members would be visiting that afternoon, those who couldn’t come to the party.. I was near Ethan and I whispered telling him that I was a bit nervous. “Don’t be Jade, Emily and Riley won’t be putting anything on.” That did and didn’t please me. Okay I wouldn’t be the only girl naked but that was good and bad. By then I’d got to the stage that I liked being the only naked girl in the group. Anyway, about thirty minutes later three couples arrived, all around their late twenties or early thirties. I got introduced to the new arrivals and got a few pleasant comments about how I looked as well as the congratulations on our engagement. We all went back outside into the sunshine and sat around talking. They all seemed nice people and they were certainly friendly towards me but after a while I realised that the three ‘new’ women were still clothed. Not that it was a problem, just a bit of a surprise after what Mary had told me. Anyway, the wine was flowing and the conversation got round to the previous night’s party and the the spankings. When that started I could feel my pussy starting to tingle and get wet. I looked at Ethan as saw that smile on his face. “You’re not, are you?” Ethan smiled and my heart rate increased. “Please don’t Ethan,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear me. “It’s okay Jade,” one of the ‘new’ women said, “we’ve all heard that you get a lot of pleasure out of being watched while getting spanked. We all have out little fetishes and we’d hate to deprive you of yours, especially as you are going to be joining our family. Go ahead, have your fix. We promise that we won’t take more than a couple of dozen photographs – each.” That last bit caused a little laughter and some more tingling. I watched as two of the men went inside and came back with the coffee table. “They not expecting me to dance on that.” I thought. No they weren’t Ethan led me to the table and told me to get on my knees on the end of the table then bend down until my face was touching the table. Then he eased my knees apart until they were right at the edge of the table. My butt was up in the air and my pussy was spread wide open, I could feel the warm air going inside me. I couldn’t see what was happening but I could hear people and camera clicking behind me. They really were taking photographs of my butt and spread pussy. Then the first swat landed and I winced. Then the second, but it wasn’t quite the same as Ethan’s usual spanking, something was different. Then the third and my butt was starting to hurt. On and on it went. Something was definitely different but the end result was the same, not as much, but the vibrations were going to my clit. Then one swat landed along me slit and I yelped, that one really did hurt. Then another, then another. My pussy was really hurting and my clit felt like it had doubled in size. It had doubled in sensitivity as well and as more swats landed on both my butt and my pussy I felt that the arrival of an orgasm was imminent. More swats landed and a very intense orgasm exploded out of me as I shouted loud enough for anyone half a mile away to know that I was having an orgasm. My body was jerking and shaking so much and I felt hands lifting me off the table and laying me on the grass. On and on went wave after wave of pleasure. It felt like it went on for hours but was probably only a minute or two. Shortly after the orgasms stopped and I rolled onto my back and shouted, “FUCK ME. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE FUCK ME.” Two of the men came and rolled me onto my knees and lifted me back onto the table, me putting my head down so that my butt stuck again and I expected Ethan to come over and play his part in the performance but it didn’t feel like Ethan’s cock that entered me, again something felt different, not that I cared, my body was getting what it needed. The cock thrust into me over and over until I felt it shoot its load inside me then withdrew. I orgasmed as another cock thrust inside me again and again until I got another load inside me. Then the cock inside me withdrew and then went back in and the slightly different feeling made me realise that I was getting gang-banged but I didn’t care, I just wanted more cock and more cum inside me. I wasn’t counting but Ethan later told me that all seven men there had their way with me but I certainly wasn’t complaining, I must have cum five or six times before it was all over. It was when my brain was starting to register the normal things in life that I heard the applause and congratulations, Ben coming over to me and telling me that I was going to be a great asset to the family. Even Mary came to me and congratulated me. “Did Riley get the same welcome to the family” I asked. “Yes I did,” Riley said from behind me, and I even volunteered to leave the family then come back. I managed a smile and found my brain trying to work out how I could do that. Ethan had been beside me since the last cock left me and he had held my hand all through my recovery. I finally managed to look at him and smiling I said, “I’m like your family.” Ethan lifted me up and carried me over to the hot tub. He lowered me in then dropped his shorts and joined me, and with me sitting sideways on his lap he just held me until I was feeling strong enough to turn and sit beside him. “Wow, I finally said, what a welcome your family has given me.” Mary was walking by and she heard me. She stopped and turned to face me and said, “You are so welcome Jade, I hope that you are going to perform like that at all our parties.” “That will be my pleasure Mary.” I replied then turned to Ethan and asked how often they had parties. “Oh about every day that starts with a letter ‘S’ and end with ‘day’.” “Wow, I am really glad that I met you Ethan Hammond.” “And I’ll never forget the first time that I saw you Jade Clarkson.” We kissed, long and passionate, then I mounted him under the warm bubbles. “Leave them.” I heard one of the women say as I bounced up and down on Ethan’s cock. Then a few bounces later Ethan told me that the guests were leaving but I had more important things on my mind. That evening Ethan drove me home and stayed with me. I was too tired to have a long fucking session before I fell asleep but Ethan woke me early by sliding his cock into my wet pussy and as we both brought each other to a climax I suddenly said, “Do you think that we can get married with me naked?” Ethan didn’t answer until we were sharing the shower when he said, “It might just be possible, this nude wedding thing, but you’re going to have to work on your parents.” “Maybe we’ll have two weddings, one for parent and one for the rest of us.” I replied.

Emily’s embarrassing problems by Vanessa Evans All characters in this story were over the legal age of consent when the events took place. Emily’s embarrassing problems - Part 2B Sara – Swimming =========== At lunch time another day, Sara went up to her room and came back down with 2 towels in her hand. She told me that we were going swimming. “But I haven’t got a costume.” I said. Sara unrolled one of the towels and a few scraps of material fell out. She picked them up and told me that she’d got a bikini for me to wear. She asked me what colour I wanted. One bikini was white and the other yellow. I chose the yellow. I spread it out and found a very small bikini made out of very thin material. “I’ll get arrested if I try to wear this in public.” I said. “No you won’t; come on, put this dress on and let’s go.” We both put short sundresses on, the towels and bikinis into a bag and we were out of the door before I could think. As we rode on the bus, while I had a couple of minor orgasms, Sara told me that we were going to an old leisure centre. She told me that it had more than a swimming pool and that it would be fun. It wasn’t one of these new leisure centres that had slides and all sorts of other things, it was an old fashioned one but it had what Sara was looking for. She told me that she’d spent days going to different pools looking for the best one for her needs. I asked her which bikini she’d worn when she’d gone to them. She told me that she’d worn the white one with a thong bottom. She’d been asked to leave one of the places. The bottoms that Sara had packed for us to wear weren’t thong bottoms, but they didn’t have much material and the bottom half of my butt was going to be on show. When we paid to go in we had to buy 2 of those stupid rubber swimming caps. I got a yellow one to match the bikini I was going to wear. The changing room was one big one with rows of cubicles. One end was labelled ‘Men’s’ and the other end, ‘Ladies’. We went into a family cubicle in the middle. Sara left the door open. I was very nervous as I put the bikini on. It was minute. It was 4 triangles of very thin, un-lined material held together with string. Most of my butt was exposed and it was a good job that I shaved all my pubic hair off. As for the top, the 2 small triangles didn’t even cover all of my very small tits. The thin material clung to my skin like paint. I could see every little bump on my areolas. As for covering my smooth little bald slit; okay it was covered, but the material went into my crack and bulged where my little clit was. I was sure that we’d get thrown out. Sara told me that she got the bikinis mail order from a company in Australia called Wicked Weasel, or something like that. We really did look stupid in those swimming caps; Sara said that I looked like a little kid. I was nervous as we locked our clothes into a locker and walked to the shower; but the people there just ignored us. If I was nervous before we got into the shower, I was a nervous wreck when we got wet. Sara’s white bikini went transparent. When I told her she told me to look at mine. It was transparent too. Not only could you see every little bump and curve, but you could now see the colour of our skin beneath. Before I could chicken out, Sara pulled me out to the poolside. I relaxed a bit as soon as I realised that everyone was ignoring us. I still jumped into the pool PDQ though. After a while I relaxed and started to have fun. Sara got me swimming breast stroke on my back. I practiced floating with my little tits sticking up out of the water. While I was doing that, Sara said that she had to adjust her bikini and her hands were busy underwater. When she started swimming backstroke her bikini top had slipped (Ha!) sideways and one of her tits was there for the whole pool to see. I looked at her bikini bottoms. One side was very loose and as her legs opened I could clearly see her crack and little clit. I was jealous of her exposure; I stopped her and asked her how she’d re-tied her bottoms. “Easy,” she said, “one side tight, and the other very loose.” I did the same and also loosened my top. We both swam on our backs for the next 10 minutes, exposing our goodies to anyone who cared to look. It was difficult to tell how many people saw our goodies, but 2 youths certainly did; they followed us close to our feet for ages. When Sara got bored she pointed to a sign above a door at one end. It said, “Sauna / Steam Room / Hot Tub” “Come on.” She said. And we raced to that end of the pool. As I got out I saw that both my tits were uncovered. The bottoms felt odd, but I couldn’t see my pussy; nor Sara’s. Through the door we saw a sauna, steam room a big hot tub and a little pool with a sign over it warning people that it was very cold, and something about heart attacks. Sara opened the door to the sauna. I could see 2 middle-aged men in there, both were wearing towels round their waists. In a very little girls voice Sara said, “Mister, a man told us that we couldn’t wear our bikinis in there; that we had to be naked. Is that right?” One man looked at the other, then smiled and said, “Yes, that’s right, come on in.” Sara and I looked at each other and Sara said, “Shall we?” I said, “I don’t know, I’ve never been naked in a place like this. It would be embarrassing.” “Come on Emily. Get that bikini off.” Sara said as she untied her bikini. I did the same and we were soon stood there naked in front of the 2 men. “Come on right in and close the door,” one of the men said, “You’re letting all the cold air in.” Holding our little bikinis in our hands we went in. It was the first sauna that I’d ever been in (we hadn’t used the small one at Sara’s house), and the heat hit me like a brick wall. We went to the other end of the sauna to the 2 men and I sat on the edge of the bench. As I leaned back against the higher bench I looked down along my naked body. My tiny breasts had rock hard nipple and my smooth slit was there for the men to see. Without realising it I had kept my knees about a foot apart. The men could see the full length of my slit. I looked over to Sara; she was sitting on the end of the bench above with her back to the wall. Her feet were on the bench and her knees were bent and wide apart. Her pussy lips were slightly open. I looked over at the 2 men. Both were looking at us and I could see bulges in their towels. How I didn’t cum right there and then I don’t know, maybe it was the heat? One of the men smiled and asked if we’d ever been in a sauna before. I said that I hadn’t. Next he asked how old we were. Sara said that we were 13. I suppose we did look about that age. We both have small tits and we both have a bald pubis with slits that look just like little girl’s slits. Sara said, “My friend learnt a new trick yesterday, do you want her to show you?” “What trick is that?” one of the men asked. “Well, you’ll have to take that towel off for her to show you.” I looked at Sara, then the men’s bulges. Both were getting bigger. It suddenly dawned on me what Sara meant. “Shit! She wants me to give the men blow jobs.” I thought. I froze; then felt my pussy tingle. I knew that I was going to do it. The man nearest me un-wrapped his towel and his big cock sprang free. I went and knelt in front of him and bent forward. It looked bigger than James’s. I licked the end of it and it jumped a bit. I couldn’t wait any longer; I took as much of it as I could into my mouth then started going up and down on it. As it went further and further into the back of my mouth I started to gag. I suddenly remembered that Sara told me to relax. I did, and the next time I went forward I felt his cock go into my throat. He didn’t last long. My mouth and throat filled with his cum. When he stopped jerking I stood up. The other man was staring at me, and Sara was frigging herself. I turned to Sara and opened my mouth to show her his cum on my tongue. “Swallow it Emily. Sara said. As I did, Sara continued, “You’re getting better at it Emily, but I think that you need a bit more practice.” She nodded towards the other man. I stood up and went and knelt in front of him. He un-wrapped his towel to reveal a cock that was just as big as the first one. I went down on him. As his cock hit the back of my mouth I came. How I’d lasted that long I will never know. My head stayed still with my mouth full. I moaned and shook. The man looked at Sara and asked if I was okay. Sara said that I was; that I was cumming. The 2 men didn’t know what to say. As I calmed down I started going up and down on his cock again. He didn’t last long either; but he pulled me off him and he shot his load all over my face. Sara told me to get up and go and sit below her. As I stood up I felt faint. The next thing I knew I was in freezing water. I surfaced and screamed and swore. I turned to the ladders and quickly climbed out. A naked Sara and the 2 men (now with their towels back on) were stood looking at the shivering me. “Are you alright Emily?” Sara asked. “No, I’m fucking freezing.” “Apart from that?” I calmed down and remembered feeling faint in the sauna. I guessed that Sara thought that I was having an attack of Miliaria Profunda, and I had told her that if it happened she had to cool me down quickly. In a calm voice I said that I was okay and thanked her for looking after me. I turned to the 2 men and thanked them as well. One of them went back into the sauna and the other decided to leave. Sara and I decided to go into the hot tub; I needed to warm up a bit. We climbed in, sat facing the door and turned the bubbles on. I asked Sara how I got into the freezing water. She told me that when I fainted the 2 men picked me up, one holding my legs, one either side if his hips, and the other man lifted my top end with his hands round me and holding my tits, She told me that my head was leaning against his cock as they walked out. I told her that I was a bit pissed. A man had held my tits for the first time and I couldn’t remember anything about it. Sara reached over to me and started playing with my rock hard nipples under the water. They were still throbbing from being in the cold water. The door opened and a young man in staff uniform came in and had a look in the sauna and steam room. Just as he came passed the hot tub the timer for the bubbles cut off. As the water settled I could see Sara’s hand massaging my right tit. If I could see it then the staff man could see it as well. I don’t know if he saw and ignored us, or just didn’t look; but he smiled at us and walked out. “Okay,” Sara said, “it will be ages before he comes round again, now it’s my turn for some fun.” With that she got up, sat on the side of the tub, opened her legs wide and said, “Eat!” Who was I to argue. I could still remember her taste from our session before the postman arrived, and I wanted more of her. I got on my knees with my head in between her legs and started teasing her clit and hole with my tongue. After a few minutes I heard the door open. Sara pressed my head into her slit and said, “Don’t worry. It’s only that man leaving.” I brought Sara to a pleasurable orgasm and then sat beside her. She reached over to my pussy and touched my clit. My turn to cum. We were still sat on the side of the tub facing the door, when the door opened again. Two couples in their twenties came in. They all looked at the 2 naked teenage girls; then went into the sauna. “Shit!” Sara said, “Our bikinis are still in there.” We both laughed then played rock-paper-scissors to see who would go and get them. Sara won and told me that I had to go and get the bikinis. After a minute or so of searching for the courage, I got out of the hot tub and went into the sauna. Four pairs of eyes watched me as I looked for the bikinis and picked them up. I just managed to get out of the door before another one hit my. I stood with my back to the door trembling and listening to one of the men in the sauna asking his girlfriend if she was going to get naked. I went back to the hot tub, put the bikinis on the side, and we slid back into the water. Sara got me to press the button to get the bubbles started and we started talking. A bit later a middle-aged man came into the room. He started walking towards the steam room then saw us and changed his mind. He came and climbed into the hot tub and sat opposite us with his back to the door. At that time, only our heads were out of the bubbles so he couldn’t see what we weren’t wearing; although he would have been able to see our bikinis on the side. A couple of minutes later the bubbles stopped and the water got very still and clear. I could see Sara’s little tits so he could see them and mine as well. We all sat in silence for a minute or so then Sara said, “Press the button again Em.” I stood up and leaned over and pressed the button. When I straightened up the water was only up to my thighs. My naked slit was about 2 feet from the man’s face. I sat down again and we both looked at the man’s face. It was red, but he was grinning. Sara said to the man, “She’s got a nice body hasn’t she?” He didn’t answer. “She learnt a new trick today; do you want her to show you?” Again no answer. “You’ll have to sit on the side of the pool for her to show you.” Sara said. Without saying anything, the man pushed himself up and sat on the side with his legs still in the water. There was a nice bulge in the front of his swimming short. “Emily, show the man what you can do.” I stood up and leaned over to the man and pulled the front of his shorts down enough to let his cock spring out. I bent over a little more and took his cock in my mouth. I started sucking, and started cumming. Now girls, have you ever tried to give a BJ while you’re cumming? It’s not easy, and in a way it’s not fair on the man. Anyway, as I sucked Sara decided to prolong my orgasm. She pushed 2 of her fingers into me. Moaning with a cock filling your mouth isn’t easy either, but it can be done. When I felt the tell-tale sign that he was about to cum, I stopped him and got off his cock. As soon as I was off him I felt his warm, creamy cum land all over my face. I licked as much as I could reach but some blobs were out of reach of my tongue. I was stood in front of the man when one of the staff men came in. As soon as Sara saw him she pulled me back into the water. The staff man looked into the sauna and walked passed us to the seam room. He didn’t react to my cum covered face. The man I’d just given a BJ to also slipped back into the water and adjusted his shorts. Sara wouldn’t let me wash the man’s cum off my face. Instead she picked up our bikinis and told me that she’d had enough and wanted to go back into the pool. We got out and Sara handed me my bikini. I didn’t look at the man, but I’m sure that he was watching us put the bikinis on. As we were putting them on, Sara told me to let her fasten mine. The top was just hanging there and felt the same as before. The bottoms felt loose and I told Sara. She told me that it would be alright; and we went back to the swimming pool. No one took any notice of us as we walked round to the end of the pool. Sara dared me to race her to the other end. We dove in and swam as fast as we could. Sara just beat me. We stood up in the waist deep water and I saw that both of Sara’s breasts were uncovered. I looked down at my chest and saw that mine were as well. As we were adjusting our tops I realised that my bottoms were gone. When I told Sara she laughed. “You knew that would happen didn’t you?” I said to her. We both had grins on our faces. It was a nice feeling being virtually naked in that pool with all those people around. We guessed that the bottoms would have come off somewhere near the middle of the pool so we concentrated our search there. Trying to find a flimsy, small, yellow piece of material was going to be difficult. I guess that it helped a little that I was wearing the yellow bikini and not the white one. It didn’t help that lots of people were swimming all around us. After about 5 fruitless minutes I realised that a boy of about 13 or 14 was swimming round and round us. He was wearing a face mask. My first thought was that the cheeky sod was checking out my pussy. My second thought was that as he could see clearly underwater then he might help us find my bikini bottoms. The next time he swam right in front of me I grabbed his arm and pulled him up. He stood in front of me and looked scared. He’d been caught looking at a naked girl. I explained to him that I’d lost my bikini bottoms and that we wanted him to help us find them. When he said that he would and I let go of him. He swam round and round, always coming back to us for another look at our bodies. Eventually he came back with my bikini bottoms in his hand. We thanked him and Sara said that for a reward he could touch my pussy. I opened my legs a bit and he put his hand there. He obviously didn’t know what he was doing and only fumbled around a bit. He didn’t even push a finger into me. How I didn’t cum I don’t know. Sara then told him that we’d be getting out soon and that we’d be using the shower. She told him that he might find it interesting. We messed about a bit more. At one point Sara got out of the water and sat on the side of the pool with her feet dangling in it. She had her knees wide open. I could see her slit and little clit through her transparent bikini. A bit later we got out and went to the changing room. Sara opened our locker, took her bikini off and put it in the locker. “Sara, what are you doing?” I asked. “We’re going to have a shower, come on girl, get naked.” I slowly took my bikini off leaving us both completely naked out in the open. Sara put my bikini in the locker, got some soap and shampoo out and locked the door. I felt really exposed as we walked to the communal shower. A few people were looking at us. My pussy was starting to tingle and get wetter. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the boy that had retrieved my bikini bottoms. He’d understood Sara’s message. I made it to the shower before cumming. Sara soaped me as I stood there shivering and jerking. As I calmed down I looked round. Two teenage boys were pretending to get showered and watching us. A teenage girl was watching us as well. Sara soaped me all over, and I mean all over. She must have soaped my tiny tits and pussy 20 times. If she could get away with soaping me for so long, then I could take as long soaping her. When I soaped her tits I pulled on her nipples. When I soaped her pussy I slid 2 fingers into her. We had a slightly bigger audience by the time that we finished and walked back to our locker. As we turned one corner we saw one of the young male staff people right in front of us. He saw us and said, “You kids can’t be out here without any clothes on, where’s your locker?” “Sorry mister, we’ve only been to the shower.” Sara said in her best little girl voice. “Hurry up and get dressed.” He said; and walked off. “I guess that we do look like 12 year olds.” Sara said as we watched the man leave the changing room. “Right, let’s go for a walk.” “Sara,” I said, you’ll get us in trouble.” “No we won’t, it’ll be a bit of fun. You like men looking at you don’t you? With that Sara held my hand and we walked all around the men’s area of the room. Quite a few men looked at us, and one man had left the door to his cubicle open. He has naked and facing us while drying his hair. We stopped and watched him. When he lowered his towel and saw us his soft cock started getting hard and rising up. We giggled and walked on. His door was still open when we went round the block and got back to where he was. He saw us and turned to give us a full frontal. The cubicle opposite him was empty so Sara pulled me into it. On one side of the corridor was a naked man with a hard-on; and on the other side was 2 naked girls watching him. The man put his hand on his cock and started wanking. I started cumming. Sara however, surprised me; she darted across the aisle and pushed the man to the back of the cubicle. He fell back onto the seat. Sara then knelt down in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. He didn’t last long. Sara lifted her head and he shot his load all over her face, hair and chest. She stood up and turned to me. She was smiling and licking what cum her mouth could reach. She came out of the cubicle and said, “Come on, I need another shower.” As we walked to the shower she said that she thought that it was time that she had some cock. Two men looked closely at us as we walked. One looked puzzled; the other had a knowing smile on his face. In the shower 2 teenage boys came and showered next to us. They stared at us, probably not believing their luck. Both had hard-ons. Of course we ignored them. As we walked back to our locker we saw the same male staff person. Sara’s thinking was lightening. She lifted her left foot and said, “Ooow!” She was hopping as the man came up to us. “Are you all right?” The man asked. “Do I look all right?” Sara snapped back. The man put his arm round her waist and said, “Here, let me help you; come and sit in this cubicle. Sara sat on the front edge of the bench seat and leaned back. The man squat down in front of her and told her to lift her left foot onto his thigh. As she did that, Sara moved her right leg away from her left. Her pussy was clearly visible. The man slowly inspected Sara’s left ankle for any damage. As he did so he asked her what happened. “I slipped of some creamy stuff on the floor.” Sara said. I suddenly remembered that I still had the shampoo in my hand. I went back round the corner, the way that we’d come and squirted most of it on the floor. I then slid one foot through it – just in case anyone checked. Back round the corner I heard Sara say, “There wasn’t a sign anywhere to say that the floor was slippery. I know about these things because my uncle works for the council; he’s a health and safety officer.” The man looked up at Sara and was deep in thought. After a couple of minutes he looked up from Sara’s ankle. He paused half way up to her face as if he was looking at her pussy or little tits, Then he said, “How old are you?” “Eleven Mister.” Sara lied. His head bent a little as if he was checking out her pussy again. From where I was standing I could see her pussy. It was wet, shiny, and swollen; and her clit was just showing. He then said, “I’m pretty sure that you’ve only sprained you ankle. If it still hurts tomorrow you should go and see your doctor. Can I phone your parents to come and get you?” “My mum and dad are both at work, you can’t contact them. Maybe you could call my uncle Mister, he’ll want to know how I got hurt.” “How about you get dressed and we’ll pay for a taxi home for you?” the man said. “Okay, but I think that you’ll have to help me get dressed; I don’t think that I can put any weight on my ankle.” Sara said. The man thought for a minute then said, “Okay, where’s your locker?” Sara told him then tried to stand up. She pretended to collapse a bit. The man grabbed for her and Sara turned so that her tit went into his hand. Sara ignored it and pointed in the direction of the locker. As they were hobbling along, the man asked Sara why she was still there; he thought that she would have left ages ago. Sara said that she had to take another shower because a boy squirted a gooey slime all over her hair, face and chest. I smiled and though about the man’s cum that had been all over her hair, face and chest. We got to the locker and the man let go of Sara. She leant against the lockers and took the key from her wrist. “I’ll get those,’ I said. Please can you help my sister into a cubicle Mister?” Sara put an arm round the shoulder of the man and pulled herself to him. He half carried her to a cubicle. She sat on the edge of the bench and said, “Can you check my ankle again please Mister; it hurts like hell.” The man squat down again and lifted her foot to “Aarghs” and “Oows” from Sara. As he lifted her left foot, her right knee moved to the right – again. Her pussy was even wetter. “You’re going to have to help me dry myself Mister.” Sara said. “Err! Okay.” I passed him a towel and watched as he carefully rubbed Sara’s arms and legs. He stopped then so Sara got up onto her right foot and said, “You can do the rest now Mister.” She hopped round so that her back was to him. He rubbed her back and patted her butt with the towel. Sara hopped round to face him. He looked Sara up and down and just stood there. “You don’t have to be nervous Mister, I’m used to men drying me, my dad and uncle dry us whenever we get out of the bath, don’t they Emily?” Sara said. The man turned and looked at me. “Yeah, all the time. They help get us get clean in the bath as well.” I said. As I was saying that I looked down at the man’s shorts. There was a big bulge just where I was expecting to see one. The man turned back to Sara and said, “If you’re sure.” “Yeah, come on Mister, I’m getting cold and I can’t hop for much longer.” I smiled as the man started towelling Sara’s front. She lifted her left leg out wide and said, “Under there as well.” As the towel patted her pussy I watched Sara’s face. She was enjoying it. When he’d finished Sara asked me to pass him her dress. I got it out of the bag and passed it to him. “What about your underwear?” the man asked. “Naah, I haven’t got enough to put in a bra yet and my dad says that he isn’t wasting money on knickers or bras.” Sara said. As she said it she put her hands on her tits and squeezed them, then pulled on her nipples. The man was watching her every move. A few seconds after she let go of her nipps he looked at her dress and moved it around a bit. “How does this work?” He asked. “I have to step into it, hold it open at the top please Mister.” He did; Sara sat back on the bench then lifted her feet into the dress. Then she stood back up and hopped as she wiggled her butt and pulled the dress up. When she got to her tits she paused, as if to let the man have one more look, then finished putting it straight. Sara sat back on the edge of the bench and asked for her shoes. She put her right one on; then asked the man to put her left one on. She lifted her left foot up high enough for her dress to fall up round her waist. The little minx was giving the man one last chance to see her pussy. With quite a few “Aarghs” and “Oows”, the man managed to get her shoe on. “Are you going to get dressed then Emily?” Sara said. They both watched me as I dried myself. When I got to my pussy the towel rubbed my clit. I gasped and started cumming. I dropped the towel as I started shaking. I struggled to keep quiet, but managed it. The man looked at Sara and asked if I was okay. “Yeah, she’s okay,” Sara said, “she’s got this medical condition that makes her cum all the time.” “What? How old is she? The man said. “She’s eleven like me.” Sara said. I put my dress on, then my shoes. “Can you help me get to the entrance please Mister?” Sara said. He held her round her waist and we walked out to the entrance where he sat her down on a chair. “Please can you wait here for a minute,” he said, “I need to get the accident book to write down all the details of the accident.” As he walked to a door Sara whispered, “Get ready to run for it.” As soon as he was through the door we stood up and bolted for the exit door. We kept running until we were about 100 yards away. We stopped to get our breath and to try to stop laughing. Sara – Fitness Centre ============= In the middle of the day after the swimming Sara told me that we were going to a fitness centre at a big hotel not far away. She got out 2 little tennis skirts, trainers and 2 strapless, thin cotton tops and put them in a bag. She then chose 2 summer dresses and shoes for us to wear. It only took about 5 minutes to walk to the fitness centre in a big hotel. Sara matched up to the reception and said to the girl, “My sister and I are thinking of joining a gym and I hear that you’re offering a free 1 day try-out session. Is that right?” “Yes it is, and this week we’re offering a 15 minute session with one of our personal trainers to assess your workout requirements. Does that interest you?” “Would it be possible for someone to give us a quick look round the facilities; then we can make up our minds?” Sara asked. “Sure, I’ll just get hold of one of our personal trainers. They will show you round and then you can decide. You can leave your bag here if you like.” The girl picked up the phone and Sara put her bag round the side of the counter. A couple of minutes later this cute, guy in a tracksuit top and shorts walked up to us. “Hi, my name’s Mark. I believe that you 2 are thinking of joining us and would like to look round. Is that right?” Sara gave him our names and we followed him on the little tour. All the time he was telling us about all the facilities and machines. I understood about 10 % of what he was saying. The tour ended back at reception and Mark asked us if we would like to try-out the facilities and have a training requirements session. Sara and I looked at each other and we both nodded. “Yes please.” Sara said. “Okay then, first I need you to sign-in in the visitor’s book. After that if you’d like to go and get changed them meet me in the work-out room. I’ll be doing the assessments.” Sara signed the visitor’s book first. When I went to sign it I saw that Sara had put a false last name, so I signed the same false name. Sara collected her bag and we walked to the changing rooms. Sara opened the door to the men’s changing room. When I pointed out that it was the men’s room she told me that she knew, she said that it would be more fun. The men’s changing room was one big room with toilets and a communal shower at the end near the door out to the main equipment rooms. There was no one in there so we took our dresses off and hung them at the side of the room. “That will give the men something to think about.” Sara said. We put the little tennis skirts on. Sara told me that her mother had bought them for her a couple of years ago when she’d tried to get her interested in tennis. She’d failed. When we put the tops on, I realised that they were about 2 sizes too big. The top half of my tiny tits were showing. This didn’t bother me, but I made a mental note to remember that fact. I looked at Sara, she had the same problem. We went out of the other end of the room and found Mark. He looked a bit surprised at our outfits, but didn’t say anything. He got out 2 forms and started filling them in. We gave the same false names. He then asked us our height then weighed us. Next he asked us if we had any medical conditions that could affect any training that we would do. Sara told him that I had a medical condition, and that it might mean that I have to stop what I’m doing for a few minutes. Mark looked a bit puzzled then asked if it was anything to do with my heart. Sara laughed a little then told him that it was nothing like that. “Okay then, Nark said, “I’m going to ask you to do 10 simple exercises; some may sound stupid, but they do help me to work out an exercise schedule for you. Just do your best, and don’t worry if you can’t do any of them.” He then asked us to: - 1.Lift our hands high in the air. 2.Stretch our hands out sideways as far as we could. 3.Bend over and touch the floor without bending our knees. Mark was stood in front of us with a clipboard in his hand. As soon as he said this one I realised what was going to happen. As we went over I felt my top fall away from my body. Mark would be able to see our little breasts and hard nipples. I look up at Mark; his eyes were quickly going from my chest to Sara’s chest to something behind us. I looked behind us to see what he was looking at. I smiled as I saw the mirrored wall; and our uncovered butts with what was uncovered between our legs showing as well. I felt my pussy start to tingle. 4.Lift each knee in turn as high as we could get it. 5.Stand on one leg and stretch the other leg as far out as we could. I had a feeling that Mark would be able to see our smooth little slits, but I wasn’t sure. My pussy got warmer. 6.Squat down, and stay down for a count of 20. I felt my pussy lips part. 7.Mark got some not too heavy dumbbells and put them on the floor in front of us. He then told us to bend over, pick them up and hold them high in the air for a count of 10. As I bent over I felt my top slide up my back and fall away from my chest. I don’t know if Mark looked down my top when I was bent over, but my top had a wardrobe malfunction when I stood up, it was lopsided back to front; higher at the back and lower at the front. As a result, the front was lower than my nipples. They were showing. I ignored them. 8.Lift our arms out sideways, while still holding the dumbbells, for a count of 5. 9.Lay flat on our back with our hands behind our head; then sit up trying to keep our feet in contact with the floor. Mark was stood at our feet during this one. He must have had a wonderful upskirt view of our shiny, wet, bald slits. This knowledge took me over the edge. I collapsed back onto the floor and started shaking. At first, Mark just stared at me. This attracted Sara’s attention. She realised that I was cumming and told Mark to give us a minute; that I would be okay soon. As I lay there, shaking with the occasional jerk, I realised that my legs were slowly spreading to give Mark a better view of me. This prolonged my orgasm. Mark asked Sara if I needed any medical help. She said not. 10. I’m sure that Mark changed this last one, and it was a good job (not) that there was no one else in the room at that time. He told us to stay on the floor and lift our legs high in the air. Then we had to support our hips and do a cycling movement. Of course our skirts ended up round our chests as we gave Mark a beautiful view of us naked from the waist down (or should I say up). When we were back on our feet Mark told us that we’d done well, that he was pleased with our efforts. The bulge in his shorts told us how well we’d done. He then told us that we could use all the facilities that we wanted. When we were ready to leave we were to go to reception and they would have our training schedules ready for us. Mark then left us, thanking us for our efforts. If only he knew. We decided to wander around looking at the different machines to decide which ones we wanted to try. We went into one of the smaller rooms first. It had rowing machines and indoor cycles. We tried the rowing machines first, but I didn’t like them; they seemed too easy. I guessed that they weren’t setup for us. The cycles were ‘interesting’. As soon as I sat on one I realised that I was squashing my little clit. I just knew that they would make me cum. I did a couple of rotations of the pedals and had to stop. I could feel my pussy getting ready for another one. Sara really enjoyed the cycles. The seat was probably set too high and she had to slide from side to side as she peddled. She said that the seat was rubbing her pussy and that she was getting excited. I told her to keep going. It was Sara’s time to cum. She almost screamed as she climaxed. When she got off the cycle I saw that it was a good job that the seats were plastic. Hers was VERY wet. We went back to the other room to try some of the other machines. When we got there we saw that there were now 2 men and 1 woman there, all in their twenties. The men gave us casual glances when we went in. We tried a few of the machines; some seemed easy (probably not setup right) while others were impossible for us. The 2 men watched us all the time. We got bored and decided go and use the little swimming pool. Neither of us had a costume with us and Sara said that we’d be okay going in as we were. After all, the only other places that we might want to go into were the sauna or Jacuzzi; and we had something to change into to go back to Sara’s. There was only an old man in the pool when we jumped in. It was nice swimming in a little skirt with nothing underneath. We couldn’t understand why other women don’t do it. The Jacuzzi was just as nice. The warm bubbles lifted our skirts. It was nice backing our pussies to the water inlet; I’m sure that I could have cum if I’d stayed there for another couple of minutes. The sauna was next. We’d been to the one at the leisure centre so I knew what to expect. As this was the last place that we were going to use, we decided that it didn’t matter if we got thrown out. Before we went in we took our tops and skirts off and hung them up outside the sauna door. We went in, naked, and sat at one end; Sara with her back to the end wall and one foot up on the bench; so all of her pussy was visible; and me sitting on the front edge of the lower bench and leaning back. There was no one else there. We started talking and I said that I hoped that I didn’t faint again. After a couple of minutes one of the young men that we’d seen earlier came in (he was only wearing a towel) and sat at the other end. I know that he was only wearing a towel because he sat with his back to the wall and both his feet on the bench. Sara and the man were facing each other with me in between. With his knees bent I could see up his towel to his cock and balls. I looked to Sara and smiled. Sara didn’t see me; her eyes were focused on the man’s exposure. Human nature took over, the man’s towel started to change shape and one of Sara’s hands started sliding up and down her body. It stopped at her little tits and started massaging one of them. The man’s towel fell open to reveal a beautiful cock. He started rubbing his cock. I looked back to Sara, she was rubbing her pussy. My own body was responding too. I touched one nipple and my clit. I started cumming. This time I didn’t try to hold back; I let myself go, moaning and jerking. It was a very satisfying orgasm. When I was back in control I realised that I felt hot, very hot. I had to get out of there. As I walked out of the door I looked back to Sara and the man. They were at opposite ends of the room, both totally exposed, and both masturbating while staring at the other. I stood outside the sauna and cooled down. A few minutes later I heard Sara’s moans get louder as she started to cum. A few more minutes and the door opened and Sara came out. “That was good,” she said with a big smile on her face. We decided to leave and then remembered that we’d got changed in the men’s changing room. We also realised that we’d forgotten to bring soap and shampoo. As we picked-up our skirts and tops (not putting them on); Sara said, “Never mind, we’ll just rinse off and shower properly when we get home.” We opened the door to the men’s changing room not knowing if there were any men in there. There were; 3 of them that we could see; none were looking towards us. The communal shower was at the end of the changing room that we’d come in to so we went in there. We were silently rinsing ourselves when one of the men came in. He was naked and holding a towel. He stopped and stared at the 2 naked teenage girls. “I think that you’re in the wrong changing rooms.” He said. “I don’t.” Sara said. The man shook his head, obviously surprised by Sara’s reply. He obviously decided that he wasn’t going to chicken out and he hung up his towel and moved to one of the shower heads. “Could we borrow some of your shampoo please Mister?” Sara asked the man. His back was to us and he pointed to his shampoo bottle that was standing on the floor. I went and picked it up. As I did, I looked over to him. He still had his back to us because he had a hard-on and obviously didn’t want us to see it. We’d just got the shampoo worked in to our hair when another man appeared. He too was carrying his towel. After the initial shock he too hung up his towel and went to a vacant shower head. This second man was a lot less shy. He started showering facing us. He watched us, we watched him, his cock started to rise; and I started cumming. The first man turned off his shower, collected his towel and left; all with him keeping his back to us. Poor man. As I was standing there, trying to get back to normal, Sara walked over to the man and knelt in front of him. She held his cock then put her mouth round it. He was watching me as Sara was blowing him. I was massaging my little tits as the man who’d been in the sauna came in. He smiled as he saw the scene in front of him. He got an almost instant hard-on. He walked up to me and pressed down on my shoulders. I knew what he wanted (the same as me). My knees bent and I lowered my head to his hard cock. As I gave him the BJ I started to cum again. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and covered my face with his cum as I knelt there shaking and moaning. When we’d both finished I looked over to Sara. She too had a face covered in cum. We got back under the shower to rinse off the cum while the 2 men watched us. “I’m glad that daddy didn’t come in and catch us.” Sara said in her little girl’s voice. “He always takes a long time in the pool and then the sauna.” I said, “He’s promised me that he’ll let us go in the sauna with him next week. He said that now were going to big school were getting old enough to spend a couple of minutes in there.” “How old are you 2 anyway?” One of the men asked. “Twelve Mister.” Sara said. “Fuck!” the other man said. They both quickly finished their showers and left. “You naughty girl Sara.” I said and we both giggled. When we went to get our towels the changing room was empty. As we were drying ourselves another young man came in from the reception end. He looked at the 2 naked teenage girls, looked back at the sign on the door, then looked back to us and said, “I think that you’ve got the wrong room girls.” “No we haven’t,” Sara said in her little girl’s voice. “We always get changed with daddy. He says that we’re not big enough yet to go in the girl’s room on our own.” “Where is your daddy?” Putting on my best little girl’s voice I said, “He’s in the sauna. He won’t let us go in there.” Sara started to put her dress on. I guessed that she’s done enough teasing so I put mine on. The man was still watching us as we walked out of the door and round to the reception. Sara told the girl there that we liked the place and that we’d go home and think about joining. She asked her for a price list just to make it sound that we were interested. That went in the first litter bin that we saw outside. Sara – Skype with her father ================== One evening while we were looking at some porn on Sara’s computer her Skype butted-in to tell her that her father was calling. I turned to grab a top for her to put on but she stopped me saying, “It’s okay Em, daddy’s sees me naked all the time.” With that she clicked to answer his call. With a surprised look on my face I started to leave the room to give her some privacy, but again she stopped me. “It’s okay Em. We won’t be saying anything private so you can stay; besides daddy wants to meet you.” The windows came to life and I saw Sara’s father. What’s more, I was as naked as Sara was; the small window told me that he could see us both. He looked like he was in a hotel room somewhere, and he had clothes on. They greeted each other before Sara introduced me. “Great to see you at last Emily, Sara’s told me a lot about you.” I blushed a bit. “All good stuff I hope.” I said. “Oh yes, and I can see that you 2 are very much alike.” I blushed again. Sara and her father talked about a few family things and told he told her that he might be back home on the Sunday, but her mother wouldn’t be back home until later in the week. He apologised for not being able to meet me in person, and said that he was looking forward to seeing me in the flesh. Again I blushed. Sara’s father asked what we’d been doing during our days off school. I was a bit surprised to hear Sara tell him ALL about our adventures; even the blowjobs. When they finally hung-up I told Sara that I was shocked that she told her father things like that; that I could never tell my father. “Tell my father instead then.” Sara said. I’m looking forward to meeting Sara’s father. Sara - Jogging ========== One evening we’d been listening to music and talking for quite a while. I was starting to think that it would be nice if we went to bed and had a little passion, when Sara suddenly got up and ran up to her room. She came back down with 2 pairs of trainers, gave 1 pair to me and told me to put them on. “Why do I need these?” I asked. “We’re going jogging!” Sara replied. “At this time of night?” “It’s only 10 o’clock.” “It’s dark and cold,” I said, “and where’s the rest of our clothes?” “That’s all we’re wearing, we’ll soon get warm, and we’re going now because it’s dark. Stop asking questions and let’s go.” Sara said. Okay, I’d been naked outside Sara’s front door, and in her back garden; but to go jogging down the street! I was nervous. As soon as the door opened the cold air hit me and my nipples got hard. By the time we got to the end of the drive they were so hard that they were hurting. I put my hand down and checked my pussy. No chance of my clit coming out to play. “Sara,” I said, “I’m cold and scared. What if someone sees us?” “That’s the idea.” Sara replied. We slowly jogged / walked down the deserted street in the direction that I’d never been before. A car passed as we were hidden by a parked car. “There’s a park just up here, we’ll jog round there and see how we get on.” Sara said. We made it to the park without seeing anyone. I wasn’t too bad when we were in the dark, but every time that we went under a street light I imagined people looking out through their windows and seeing us. In a way I was starting to enjoy it. We turned into the park. I could see street lights along a path, but there was no one in sight. We jogged along the path. After going under one street light I suddenly heard a ‘whooshing’ sound and a dark object flew passed us. Sara screamed and I nearly pissed myself. As the object disappeared we realised that it was a cyclist. The path went round a corner and we could see someone with a dog running round them. We decided to hide behind some nearby bushes until whoever it was had gone. As they got closer the dog must have smelt us. It came running up to us and started sniffing us. Sara recognised the dog as belonging to one of her neighbours and squat down to stroke it a couple of times. We daren’t tell the dog to go away and just had to stay there and hope that it got bored, or its owner called for it. Human female arousal must smell something like female dog arousal because the damn thing started sniffing first Sara’s pussy, then at mine. Sara had moved her hand to cover her pussy, but for some reason I didn’t. Before I realised it, the dog started licking my pussy. In spite of the cold I started to cum. I really had to fight to stop myself from making a noise. As my muscles were jerking I heard a man shout what must have been the dog’s name, and it ran off. “Bloody hell Em, even I haven’t had a dog lick my pussy. You look like you enjoyed it. That’s another first for you this week.” “I did, but I don’t think that I want a repeat performance.” I said. After the man and dog got a reasonable distance from us we jogged back to the path and on the way we had been going. After a few seconds I asked Sara what was at the end of the path. I got a little worried when she told me that there was the high street of the next suburb. “Shit!” I thought. High street, shops, pubs, people. I got a little more worried. We got close to the exit from the park and I saw a kids play area. I told Sara that it reminded me of when the girl bullies tied me to a climbing frame. Sara told me that she’d like to tie me to the frame there and tease my clit until I’d had 50 orgasms. “Trying to kill me off are you? 5 maybe; but 50 would definitely kill me.” I said. “So you’d like to be tied up and at my mercy then?” Sara said. I didn’t answer. We stopped jogging when we got to the entrance. On the other side was a street with houses. After a short discussion we agreed to walk to the end of that road, then turn round and come back. Sara said that it wasn’t as warm as she’d expected. Four nipples confirmed that statement. We’d got about 100 yards along the road when the front door of a house right in front of us opened and a couple walked out. “Fucking hell!” the young woman said as they stopped and watched us walk passed. “That was cool.” Sara said. “Fucking freezing more like.” I replied. We made it to the end of the road and back to the park entrance without seeing anyone else. We also jogged back through the park and to Sara’s hose without seeing anyone. We went and warmed up in the Jacuzzi before going to bed. Sara – the end of a week that changed my life ============================= The Sunday came way too quickly. Unfortunately, Sara’s father didn’t make it back before I had to leave. Back at home ======== That week with Sara changed my life forever. My mum noticed a new confidence in me almost as soon as I walked through the door. She wanted to know all about my week away. I told her about half of it; definitely not the interesting bits. There’s no way that she would understand. When I got ready for bed on the second night that I was back home I put on the black sheer negligee that Sara bought me. I went downstairs to watch some television. My mum saw me first and asked me where I’d got it. She said that I looked good, but that she didn’t think that it was a good idea to wear it around my father and brother (Tom has gone off to university). “Why not mum, they’ve seen more of me hundreds of times? Do I really look that much different?” I said. “Well, you are older and your breasts have started to grow.” She said. “Mum, it’s only a few weeks since we were on holiday and I was naked on the beach with them and I was naked on the streets with them when I had an attack. I haven’t changed since then.” “Well, okay then, but be careful.” Mum said. “Be careful of what?” I thought, but didn’t say it. I went and sat in the lounge. My dad didn’t take any notice of me at first; he was too engrossed in the latest episode of NCIS. At the interval, dad got up and went for a pee. As he sat down again he said, “That a new nightie you’ve got Emily?” “Yeah, Sara bought it for me.” I said and stood up for him to have a better look at it. “Do you like it?” I asked. I did a twirl then looked at my dad. “Err yes Emily, I do. It’s a bit revealing isn’t it?” He said with a red face. “All the girls are wearing them these days dad.” “Oh are they now?” He said and turned back for the start of the next part of the programme. That was the big hurdle with wearing my new negligee over. I knew that Dexter wouldn’t object. When he got back home later, mum and dad had gone to bed. I was alone watching television. Dexter came and sat on the sofa to see what I was watching. He suddenly turned to face me and said, “Wow sis! The new nightie looks good. Stand up and let me get a proper look.” I did and he showed his approval in the way that teenage boys do – with a growing bulge in his trousers. “Does that mean that you won’t want to see me naked anymore Dexter?” “Hell no sis; in fact, let me see you now.” I lifted the negligee up and off; and promptly had an orgasm. I fell back onto the sofa with my hand covering my pussy. “Don’t cover it up sis, I like watching your muscles contract and your pussy leak. It’s like it’s trying to suck something in.” Dexter said. As I started to calm down, Dexter got up, smiled and said, “Thank you sis.” He went to bed. I didn’t bother putting the negligee back on just to go up to my bedroom. After all, I would be taking it off as soon as I got there. A few days later when Dexter and I were at home alone one evening I was doing my homework in my room when Dexter came in and asked me to keep my promise – again. “Okay,” I said, “but there’s one thing that I want you to do for me.” “What’s that?” “You get naked as well.” I said. “That’s not right. You shouldn’t see your brother naked.” “Why not?” I asked, “You see your sister naked.” Dexter couldn’t answer that one so I told him that if he wasn’t getting naked then I wasn’t. “But you promised.” “And I’ll keep my promise just as soon as you get naked. I want to see that cock of yours.” I told him. After a bit of thought, Dexter stripped off. As he took his boxers off, I slipped my dress over my head. Brother and sister were naked in front of each other. I lay on my bed, opened my legs and watched Dexter’s cock grow. That lovely warm feeling in my pussy started and it wasn’t long before I was cumming. Dexter hadn’t moved from the side of my bed, and when I started to calm down I reached out and grabbed Dexter’s cock. Before he could say anything I started wanking him. “Emily, you shouldn’t be doing that; you’re my sister.” Dexter said. “Okay,” I said, “How about this?” As I was saying that I sat up, swung my legs round so that my legs were either side of his, leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. Dexter was going on about us not doing that, but he wasn’t moving away or pushing me off. I took him deeper and deeper into my throat. He stopped protesting and I felt the end of his cock swell. Within seconds he was shooting his cum down my throat. I kept his cock in my mouth until is started to go soft. As soon as I could speak I told him not to feel bad. It wasn’t as if he’d had his cock in my pussy; so it wasn’t incest. Dexter wasn’t sure that he agreed with me, and felt some guilt. He took his clothes and left. He obviously didn’t feel that guilty because a few days later he was back for more. He’s been watching me cum and I’ve been giving him BJs for a few weeks now. Brent === A week after school started again I bumped into Brent. We said “Hey!” then chatted for a while. Brent seemed a bit nervous then suddenly blurted out that he would like to take me out. Now I liked Brent, he wasn’t like the rest, he treated me with respect; but I wasn’t expecting to be asked out. It was my turn to be nervous, but I did manage to say that I would like that. We arranged for him to come to my house on the Friday evening then we’d go to the cinema. As soon as I got home I phoned Sara and told her. She sounded pleased. As I was telling her I realised that we’d never talked about her and boys. She’d told me that she wasn’t a cock virgin. That she’d had a few boyfriends and that she’d fucked most of them, but there was no one at the moment. I told her that I was nervous and asked her if I should let Brent fuck me. Sara laughed a bit and told me that she couldn’t answer that one. She said that she thought that I should tell Brent all about my ‘conditions’ before letting him get in my knickers. “Ooops, I forgot,” Sara said, “You never wear any.” END OF PART 2B Feedback and any ideas for further parts greatly appreciated. V - [email protected]

"The two most powerful warriors are patience and time." —Leo Tolstoy Patience, more than any other trait, made it possible for Ronon to survive seven years as a Runner. His training in arms, his physical strength, endurance and speed were necessary to win each fight. But it was patience that had made it possible for him to turn from the hunted to a hunter. His patience was second only to his rage. ::: They were all so relieved Sheppard was alive and seemingly uninjured in spite of the feedings they'd been forced to watch him suffer. Maybe that was why they laughed and jabbered and kept touching him, not noticing the way Sheppard's elbows were held bent away from his body in protection, or the way his usual smile seemed as fragile as serti glass, ready to fall away in shards. Ronon knew that look. After returning to Atlantis Sheppard made the traditional trek to the infirmary, where Elizabeth joined them, worry on her thin face. Beckett ran a scan and pronounced Sheppard "healthy as an ox" with a delighted grin, and started checking him over for minor injuries. When Beckett asked him to remove his shirt, Sheppard gave Ronon a look and a flick of his eyes. Ronon nodded and began herding the others out, corralling McKay with one arm and ignoring his babble. "You don't have to get all schoolgirl on us, Colonel, we've seen your scrawny figure before." Teyla assisted, talking quietly to Dr. Weir, leading instead of pushing, until they were all blocked by the screen. Beckett lowered his voice, but Ronon had a tracker's ears. "Ach, lad. I'm afraid this will scar. But I have a good ointment that should minimize—" "It's fine," Sheppard said lazily, but Ronon heard the bite of impatience. "Are we good? I have to go debrief." "Not so quick. I want to draw some blood. Also, you may feel fine, but you've been through a physical trauma, haven't you? So, I need you to promise to get some rest as soon as possible." "Right. As soon as possible, Doc." But the debriefing went long and turned into a party. People showed up with food and Athosian ale. Ronon lost track of Sheppard for a little while because there was something called "cream puffs," and he'd never had them before. When he looked up again, he saw Dr. Weir drawing Sheppard into her office. Ronon acquired a few more of the cream puffs, easily blocking Rodney's grab and using his long arms to his advantage. Then he retreated to wait in the alcove by Sheppard's room. He was prepared for a long wait. It would be many hours until everyone else had taken his or her piece of Sheppard's time and attention. Ronon would have his, as well. He sat so silently and still that the oblivious scientists and even the marines didn't even notice him as they passed by on the way to and from their quarters. He sat until he heard the familiar pattern of Sheppard's footsteps, and then eased out of the shadows. Sheppard stopped, his shoulders rising. "Ronon." "Sheppard." Ronon crossed his arms. "I need to speak to you." The press of Sheppard's lips betrayed his unwillingness, but he nodded. "Sure thing." Sheppard tilted his head toward his quarters and stepped up to the doors, which opened without a gesture. Sheppard must really be tired. Usually he at least made the appearance of needing the panel to unlock his door. He led the way into his room, which lit up to greet him. "What can I do you for?" "I need to know something." Turning, Sheppard gave him a half-smile. "What about?" "The Wraith." Sheppard's shoulders tensed and he looked away. Then he shrugged and he started to unstrap his holster. "Look, I know you wanted me to kill him, but—" "No." "—he saved my life, okay? We had a deal." "It's not about that." Sheppard gave him a disbelieving look and continued to remove his thigh holster, then the knife from his belt. Ronon reminded himself sternly that this wasn't Sateda; removing his weapons did not mean Sheppard was inviting him to have sex. Ronon's cock gave a twitch of interest anyway. "I need to know what it was like for you." The knife landed on Sheppard's side table with a loud thunk. Sheppard rubbed the back of his neck and didn't respond. "Before they made me a Runner, there was a Wraith who started to—but he stopped. He never really fed. So, I don't know—" "Ronon." Sheppard's voice was hoarse. "Look, I get why you want to know, because of what happened to—to everyone you knew back on Sateda. But this—" Sheppard turned, his hand unconsciously rubbing at his chest. "I can't say anything comforting here, okay?" "I don't need comfort." Ronon's voice was too rough, and he cleared his throat. "Anyway, that's not why." It was his turn to look away, look down, anywhere but into Sheppard's eyes, which had a tendency to see too much. "Sheppard. I need to know." "And I already said—I'm not going to—" Ronon took a step forward and Sheppard's voice cut off, his hand dropping to his empty holster. That wasn't good. Sheppard was still in enemy hands, at least in his mind. It had taken months for Ronon to stop stockpiling food, to stop noting exit paths when he first arrived in Atlantis. He'd slept fully dressed with his knives on his person and his stunner under his pillow. The man standing in front of him was the main reason Ronon had finally accepted he was safe here. Maybe Ronon could return the favor. "Kolya made us watch each time," Ronon said. "I know." The straight line of Sheppard's body bent a little. "Except finally I couldn't any more. I didn't watch the whole thing." Ronon hadn't realized the shame he'd felt until he said it out loud, but Sheppard took a step toward him, one hand raised uncertainly. "I'm glad, okay? I would have told you not to." "But that's why I need to know." "Oh." Sheppard sat down on his bed. "Well, I'm not going to tell you. You're—look, you saw plenty before you even came here. Way more than the rest of us, and believe me, I wish—" Ronon sat beside him, heartened by the fact Sheppard didn't shift away. "It was bad," Sheppard admitted quietly. "It was like—" he grimaced. "At least now I know I did right by Sumner." Ronon didn't know the name, but he could guess the story. He had a few of his own. "It gave me back someone else's life, some poor kid who was just following orders." Sheppard rose suddenly and walked toward the bathroom. "I need a shower. God, I need to get clean. Are we done?" he threw behind him. Almost. There was one last thing Ronon needed to say. He came up behind Sheppard, saw him stiffen, but put his hand on Sheppard's shoulder anyway. And left it there. Waiting. His eyes met Sheppard's in the mirror propped above the sink, and Sheppard didn't shrug him off. And didn't. Ronon took one step closer, until the heat of Sheppard's body registered against his chest, against his groin. He saw the understand flicker into Sheppard's eyes a second before they darted away. But still Sheppard didn't shrug him off. "I'm glad you're back," Ronon said, feeling as if he'd obtained a small victory. He squeezed once and dropped his hand. The doors opened swift and silent as he let himself out. ::: From that point on, Ronon was playing the waiting game, a variant of chule and batka from his home world. Like the foolish batka, Sheppard seemed to be pretending he didn't know he was being stalked, as if his ignorance were a shield. On their morning runs, Ronon let Sheppard go ahead so he could watch the flex of his back, the working of his ass and thighs. Sheppard ran faster, as if he were truly being pursued. Ronon was surprised the strategy hadn't occurred to him earlier, because usually on their runs it was Ronon in front, egging Sheppard on with insults. This was much better. Not to mention the view was improved. On days the team was grounded, Ronon lurked in the mess hall, the shooting range, staying close as Sheppard ate lunch or did drills or went about his business as commander. But Ronon never engaged; the key was to keep Sheppard on edge, curious. The plan backfired one late night when Ronon was stalking him. He turned the corner toward the armory and Sheppard was there, shuffling him back into the corner by the door. "Stop following me," Sheppard hissed. His forearm was placed just so under Ronon's chin—less than a threat to breathing, but hardly friendly. "Then stop running." Sheppard stared at him, his eyes wild, then shook his head and shoved Ronon back before striding off. For the next three days, when Ronon stopped by for their run, Sheppard didn't respond to his knock. He didn't get to see Sheppard again until the next mission, when Ronon figured it would be okay to hang close. Instead of taking their six, he let Teyla stay back there with Rodney, who was complaining about pollen. Ronon joined Sheppard on point and took advantage of the cover of whining to say, "I came by for a run, but you weren't there." Sheppard didn't reply. The two suns were hot overhead, heating Ronon's skin in spite of the dense protection of the forest. He could smell Sheppard—clean musk, and some tangy scent that for some reason was making Ronon inhale deeply through his nose to capture it. He wanted to put his nose in the hair on the back of Sheppard's neck, under his arm, bury his face in the join of Sheppard's thighs and feel him shudder. "You avoiding me?" Sheppard shot a glance back over his shoulder and kept his voice quiet. "I've been busy." "Nah. You've been avoiding me. It's stupid. You're stupid." A sardonic smile turned up the side of Sheppard's lips. "It's been said. More than once." "I'm not surprised." Frustrated, Ronon said bluntly. "I could make you feel good. Make you crazy with it." Sheppard gave him a hard look and pulled ahead. Later, after they'd made contact with Teyla's trading partners, they bunked down in some spare rooms above a bar. Sheppard took the room with Rodney, making some joke about Ronon's snoring that didn't sit well. Teyla gave Ronon a look as she unpacked her bedroll in their room. "You push too hard, Ronon. You don't understand him." Ronon wasn't surprised Teyla's sharp ears had overheard. "He's stupid. There's no reason for this." "Perhaps he has reasons you don't know of. He isn't the kind of man to..." Teyla slowed her words, "indulge himself. He believes in putting others first." She shrugged. "Maybe he thinks being with you would interfere with his ability to do so. But you should know, Ronon—when we were coming for you on Sateda, he told me there was nothing he wouldn't do for you, for us." "He won't do this." Ronon heard the petulance of his own words, but his heart burned, and he couldn't regret them. Teyla sounded exasperated as she said, "All I am saying is, you cannot coax him by offering him pleasure. He needs something else. And if you cannot figure out what that is, you will not get your chance." Her words irritated Ronon while he prepared for bed. In the night, some raiders came, and Ronon and the rest were forced to fight to protect the village. Trapped in the back of the bar, he found himself staring at Sheppard's face as they made a desperate plan. "It's two klicks to the gate," Sheppard said. There was blood on his cheek, and he grinned fiercely. "I'd rather not walk. What do you say we try a carjacking? The raiders are bound to follow us." While Sheppard explained the strange term to Ronon and Teyla, Rodney complained about being asked to "hot wire" the raider's ground vehicle. It looked like a cross between a jumper and a wagon—square, with four wheels, but with engines on the side to power it forward. The plan worked almost perfectly. They stole the vehicle and headed toward the gate, the raiders running behind yelling and uselessly firing their weapons. Ronon was sent to wait by the DHD because Rodney was busy melting the vehicle controls while Sheppard planted some explosives and Teyla watched for the pursuit. The rest was confusing. At some point the raiders must have reclaimed the vehicle just after Sheppard, Rodney and Teyla headed for the gate. Ronon dialed, saw a bright flash, and woke up in the infirmary, his ears still ringing and a bad pain in his back and side. Sheppard was standing by his bed talking quietly to Keller. "What happened?" Ronon asked, rust in his throat. "Hey, buddy, you're awake!" Keller hurried over with glad sounds and shone a harsh light in each of his eyes. Sheppard edged around the side of the bed. "I guess we used a little too much C-4. I think you got hit by a piece of fender." "How did I make it to the gate?" Sheppard shrugged. Keller said, "He carried you. Which is why he's on muscle relaxants right now for his back, and should be resting." She sounded like she was singing an old tune. Sheppard gave Ronon an eye-roll and then grinned. "You could lose a few pounds, big guy." "Maybe you need to work out more." Sheppard smirked, looking pleased. And just like that it seemed they were back to earlier, before Ronon had pushed and messed things up. Maybe Teyla was right, because Sheppard was there when Ronon was released, and seemed happy to help him get back to his quarters. He brought movies to watch when Ronon complained about being bored, and sat with him explaining weird Earth customs while they ate popcorn. Ronon's bed was wide—he'd finally acquired a second one and had joined the two together with a layer of blankets on top, tired of rolling off in the middle of the night. They sat with their shoulders close but not touching, both staring down at the computer between them. "I don't understand why the president and his family didn't leave earlier, before the alien countdown finished." "They were trying to keep people calm, keep them from panicking." "But the humans could have lost their leader." "Sometimes being a leader means being expendable." Ronon shook his head. "But they should have panicked. These aliens are like the Wraith. No peace could be possible with them. The humans needed their leader to live, to fight." Sheppard just looked thoughtful. In the end, the ugly aliens were crippled by a computer virus created by a character who talked as fast as McKay. Ronon bit his tongue from mentioning they were both equally annoying. Then he realized he didn't have to, because Sheppard had fallen asleep. He was slumped over, the tips of his hair dragging against Ronon's. Ronon turned, suppressing a hiss as his ribs complained, and nudged Sheppard further down until he was lying flat on his back. He watched Sheppard sleep for some time before closing up the computer and drifting into dreams. ::: Over the next days Sheppard was different, switching between being Ronon's familiar team leader and someone who gave him swift, shy looks before he would frown and turn away. It gave Ronon hope. A strange feeling, more than a little unsettling. When he had recovered enough, he stopped by Sheppard's quarters and they went for a run. His stamina was lost, and halfway through the run he had to stop and hang onto the railing and pant while Sheppard teased him. "I'll have to remember this—all it takes is dropping something heavy on you." Ronon growled and set off again. ::: Things were normal. The mood of the whole team was good—they were working well and smoothly together. Sheppard spent more time in Ronon's quarters showing him movies and teaching him how to play strange Earth games. Sheppard fell asleep a few times on his bed, but Ronon didn't take advantage, though his gut ached to touch him at those times, when Sheppard's full mouth relaxed and his hands fell loose on the blankets. Sheppard trusted him. And Ronon was trapped between patience and desire and something else that made him hesitate. If the sensation weren't so unfamiliar, he would call it fear. ::: Teyla was taken, and everything was broken. Ronon raged alone in his quarters, in the sparring room, and on the shooting range while he tried to be patient waiting for the others to do their job and find out the who and where, so he could go there and do his job and shoot and fight and kill until they had her back. Except it didn't quite happen that way. They failed in their first attempt to retrieve her from Michael. And then Sheppard disappeared trying to contact an informant. He stepped into the Ring and just didn't come out again. Ronon brought Rodney food and huddled next to him in the lab, in the gate room, while Rodney frantically tried to find out what happened. Ronon needed to be near and hear Rodney babbling, because it seemed like everything Ronon needed to say was being said by that unstoppable mouth. The misery, the fear—the more Ronon listened, the more calm he felt, until he was pulled deep inside himself in waiting. He knew if they didn't get Teyla and Sheppard back, sharing Rodney's grief wouldn't be enough to keep him there. ::: Twelve days passed, and then Sheppard stepped through the gate a madman. Ronon wasn't in the gate room, but heard the murmurs of surprise as the news spread. "Colonel Sheppard is back." Ronon had had twelve days to think, and he'd made a deal with himself. If they got Sheppard back, no more being patient. Together they would rescue Teyla, and then Ronon would...do something. He wasn't sure what. It wasn't that easy, though. First, they went to the location where Teyla was supposed to be, but the intel wasn't complete. They accidentally triggered a self-destruct, and Michael's lab complex exploded down around them. They were buried. Sheppard was injured and trapped under a beam. Ronon tried to get him out. He strained to lift the beam until his arms and back were trembling. "Ronon. You need to get out of here." "Would you leave me if I was stuck under there?" Sheppard lied and said yes. Sheppard was pretty good at lying, but Ronon saw the way Sheppard's eyes didn't leave his. When Sheppard told the truth, he always looked away. They heard searchers above, and for a moment Ronon's heart jumped gladly. But it was Michael's hybrids, come to capture or kill—it made no difference. Sheppard's plan was to shoot until they couldn't shoot anymore. Which had pretty much been Ronon's philosophy for the past ten years, so he was game. Right before the hybrids broke through, Sheppard said to him, "It's been a pleasure." And Ronon, cursing his stupid tongue, could only say, "Same," but what he really wanted to say was— There's no one I would rather die beside. ::: After he transported them both to the infirmary, Caldwell said to Sheppard, "You've got more lives than a cat, Colonel." But Ronon didn't think that was true so much as they had more friends than most. Friends willing to drop their shields in the middle of a Hive attack just to save two lives. Earth people were seriously crazy. ::: They rescued Teyla and her baby. Ronon's team was together again. And now he had a promise to keep that he'd made to himself. He wasn't very good at those kinds of promises, and he couldn't understand why his watery fear at the idea was worse than he'd felt under that building with Sheppard and no hope for survival. Ronon needed help. He joined Teyla on a trip to the mainland so he could ask her advice once again. "All seems well between you and the Colonel," she said without prompting once they'd started their walk from the gate. "We're good," Ronon said, shy of saying further now that it had come time to speak of it. "But still you are not satisfied." Ronon felt himself flush hotly. "I'm trying to be patient." "There is such a thing as too much patience," Teyla said. She stepped over a log that had fallen across the path. "I think...the Colonel is waiting, too." "You know that?" Teyla smiled. "His eyes follow you." Ronon got nervous then, and changed the subject. Ten minutes later, Tyre attacked. ::: Ronon had always thought being strong was an asset, until the Wraith had him. Until he was fed upon, over and over. He'd wanted to know what Sheppard had gone through. Now Ronon knew too much. It was worse than he'd feared, and he looked forward to seeing Sheppard again and kicking his ass for withholding this from him. He would see Sheppard again. Sheppard would come for him. ::: But when Sheppard finally came, there was nothing left of Ronon, nothing but the shell of a worshipper in his place. Disgusting, weak, a traitor to his people, to his friends. Needing something that hummed in his veins, fucked with his mind. Needing it so badly he wanted to die. He had never thought it possible that he would feel hate looking at Sheppard, but when the drug had him, there was room for nothing else. Withdrawal was a bitch. A hundred times worse than the small addiction Ford had forced on him and Teyla. But once Ronon had enough of his mind back, he relished the pain as cleansing. He deserved it. When it was over, the first name from his lips was Sheppard's, but it was McKay who was there. Maybe Sheppard was too disgusted to see him, although Rodney said they'd all taken turns at his bedside. Ronon wanted to be glad for the friendship, for the kindness in Rodney's eyes, but the thought of them seeing him like that, rabid with hate and nothing else, simply brought him more shame. When Sheppard finally came again, it was to return his shilha. But Sheppard wouldn't meet his eyes, and Ronon feared the worst. ::: Ronon slept a lot those first days afterward. On the third day he awoke to murmured voices, one deep and instantly recognizable. "So, he's okay?" "Yes. His last blood test showed no sign of the enzyme. But Colonel, he needs bed rest. At least a few days. And keep him hydrated. He still has toxins in his system." "Don't worry; I'll take care of him." Ronon rubbed his eyes and tried not to look surprised to see Sheppard there, his arms full of clothing. "All right, big guy, let's get you out of here." Feeling weak as a baby, Ronon desperately wanted to leave the infirmary and hide in his quarters, so he let Sheppard get him dressed. Sheppard knelt at his feet, eyes down as he helped Ronon into his pants. Sheppard still wouldn't look at him directly. Ronon wasn't surprised, even if the knowledge stabbed at him. Once Ronon was dressed, Sheppard helped him back to his quarters. The short walk felt like a day's hike. People stopped to pat his arm and give him well-wishes and welcome him back—lots of people, even the timid scientists who had once skittered away from him in the hallways. It was strange. And the whole way, Sheppard's shoulders stayed strong beneath his arm, Sheppard's hand tight on his waist. In Ronon's quarters, Sheppard dropped him onto the bed and gave an uneasy laugh when Ronon made a sound. "Sorry about that, buddy. Told you you could lose a few." "Yeah. You told me." Sheppard must have come back one time when Ronon was asleep, because his shilha was there on his side table. Ronon kept his eyes on it as Sheppard moved around and opened the shutters to let in the gold-tinted light. Sheppard then adjusted the vent and cool air breezed through the room. "That's better. So," Sheppard sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out a deck of cards, "Black jack, or War?" "You don't need to stay." "What's that? You'll have to speak up; I'm deaf in this ear." Sheppard tapped one of his oddly-pointed ears. Ronon could hardly believe he'd once thought of running his tongue over it, of nibbling on the tip. "I said you don't have to stay." "But I want to, so there's that." "No, you don't." Sheppard's voice rose in exasperation. "Oh, now you read minds? Spend a little time on a hive ship and—" But he didn't finish the joke, and his eyes went away. "Why should you stay when you can't even stand to look at me?" Ronon said, furious. "No. No, I can't," Sheppard said, the cards slipping from his hands onto the bed. "Because I fucked up." This was different. "What're you talking about?" Sheppard gathered up the cards. "We missed you by maybe twenty minutes, did you know that?" He seemed to have trouble getting the cards back in their box. "Twenty minutes, and you had to go through hell." A lump pushed it's way into Ronon's throat. "No. You came for me, and I betrayed you. I betrayed everything—" his voice caught rough, and he had to stop. "That wasn't you. That was the drug." Ronon held his breath, looking for the sign that this was a lie to make him feel better. But Sheppard had lowered his voice to the tone he used for truth. "The drug had you, just like the bug virus got me." "This was different." Agony. Ronon wanted desperately to believe, but the shame was too great. It swallowed him, swallowed his voice. "No. No, Ronon. Exactly the same." Sheppard shifted closer, and finally his eyes were there, staring and reddened with grief. "I failed you. It's my fault you had to go through that, but it wasn't you. I know you." Hesitantly, Sheppard put his hand on Ronon's chest, and that's when Ronon realized he was choking with relief. Sheppard's hand stilled his shaking, and finally Ronon managed to say, "You saved me. You and Tyre, Teyla and Rodney and Major Lorne—" "You'd do the same for us. You always have." "Tyre is dead." The grief was new, as if he hadn't already lost his friend once to the Wraith long before. "His choice. He died a hero." "I just—I'm sorry—" "Ronon. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't you." Sheppard put his hands on Ronon's shoulders and leaned in. Ronon met the Athosian touch automatically, his mind still spinning at this unexpected gift of forgiveness. He felt redeemed. ::: Like a dam had broken, every time Sheppard came to visit with food, with games, with jokes, he crowded close and touched—Ronon's shoulder, when putting a tray on his side table; Ronon's leg, when he sat on the bed to start a fresh hand of cards. Sheppard was coming to him. Ronon steeled his courage, and when he was strong enough, he asked Teyla to bring him a special feast. Stout bottles of Athosian ale—Sheppard's favorite—along with the foods he liked, the turkey sandwiches with the strange, soft, light bread, plus greens and dressing. Sheppard looked surprised and pleased, but hovered back, like a batka afraid of the trap. Ronon didn't want it to be a trap, but a gift. "This is thanks," he said. "For keeping me from going crazy being stuck here." "You don't have to thank me," Sheppard said, but drew closer. "It's not like I didn't want to be here." "C'mon. Beer's gettin' warm." Sheppard gave a smile and joined him on the bed. They ate like they were starving. Ronon still was—he'd lost mass during the withdrawal, and was still putting it back on. "Bet I could carry you easy right now," Sheppard said while Ronon finished his third sandwich. "Not for long," Ronon mumbled. A crumb fell from his lips as he tilted his head back and took a long drink from his ale. When he lowered the bottle he saw Sheppard staring at him. At his mouth, maybe. Ronon licked the beer from his lips, and Sheppard's eyes ducked away. Feeling more hope than he'd felt since he'd first tried this, Ronon leaned forward. "Want a taste?" Sheppard frowned. "I have my own." He waved his bottle. Ronon shook his head ruefully and put his drink down so he could grab the front of Sheppard's shirt. It took a little bit of a tug, but then Sheppard was close, his eyes going wide. Ronon kissed his mouth just as it opened in protest, so Ronon's name passed along with Sheppard's breath. A good beginning—to taste his name on his lover's lips. And it was good how quickly the stiff angle of Sheppard's neck softened under Ronon's grip, how Sheppard's tongue joined Ronon's in a sweet tangle. A soft sound escaped Ronon's chest, and Sheppard pulled away. "You okay? This okay?" he asked, as if he'd been the one to begin it. "Better than." Ronon said, pulling him in again, letting his fingers twist up into the thick, soft hair at the back of Sheppard's head. Using one hand to sweep away the empty tray, Ronon rolled Sheppard back and over so he could lie on top of him. Sheppard made surprised sound, and Ronon pressed hard, using all his weight to pin Sheppard to the bed. "Okay. That's...different," Sheppard gasped out. It took a moment for the words to penetrate the lust haze in Ronon's brain. Also, he was busy mapping the sandy plane of Sheppard's jaw with his lips. "You haven't done this before?" "Depends on what you mean." "This." Ronon shoved his cock against Sheppard's, the stiff rub of the black pants achingly good. "Sex with a man." "Not since I was sixteen and stupid," Sheppard confessed, sounding embarrassed. "Oh." That explained a lot. "Why?" Sheppard sighed, his chest rising and pushing against Ronon's. "There are rules about this back on my world." Ronon bent and kissed the drooping curve of Sheppard's lower lip. "This isn't there." "No, it's not. But I could still be court-martialed. You know what that means?" "Yeah. One of the marines told me about it. They kick you out for fucking." "You came on to one of my marines?" Ronon grinned at the squeak of disbelief and bit Sheppard's neck just to watch his head fall back. But, "Wait," he said. It was a mistake to start talking. "You want to do this, or not?" Ronon tried to sound casual, but he heard his own fear echo. Sheppard's eyes were dark meeting his. "Yeah, but I don't—we have to be careful. Okay?" There was another meaning underneath the plea. Sheppard looked hot for it, but confused, and his hands were uncertain, moving restlessly up and down Ronon's back. He wanted Ronon to be careful with him. Ronon should back off maybe, except Sheppard chose that moment to spread his legs wider, so Ronon slipped down and settled hard between them. He couldn't help moving his hips around and down, circling them against each other while he made a feast of Sheppard's neck, of his mouth. Ronon pulled away and saw Sheppard's face was flushed all the way up to his ears. Unable to resist the pull, Ronon bent and nibbled at the point of Sheppard's right ear. "I can teach you," Ronon said, his voice like gravel. "It's not hard." "Yeah, it is." Sheppard said ruefully, and drew up his knees and thrust upward with his hips. "God. Sheppard." Ronon rose up and started unbuttoning Sheppard's shirt. "You wear too many clothes," he complained, finding more material beneath. Sheppard looked dazed, but let Ronon tug off his clothing, piece by piece. "You seem...determined enough." "Yeah, I'm like that." Ronon peeled open Sheppard's pants and laid a hand on his cock. It jerked hard beneath the cloth. "This is a bad idea," Sheppard muttered, but he let Ronon pull off the rest of his clothing. Ronon stared, until Sheppard said "You, too," reaching for Ronon's shirt. But Ronon stood and yanked off his shirt and pants himself. He wore nothing underneath, and was soon done. Looking down, he saw Sheppard's eyes travel over him, and the flush on Sheppard's cheeks deepened. "God, you're pretty." Ronon snorted. Sheppard was one to talk. Pale and slim, so each muscle etched shadows on his thighs, his ribs, his chest. Ronon lowered himself on top of Sheppard, ignoring the way he tightened up beneath him, letting the heat of his body melt the tension without words. Then he reached down and took hold of Sheppard's cock. "Jesus!" Sheppard's head dropped way back, giving Ronon a target for his teeth—the cable of tendon that joined neck to shoulder. Sheppard groaned and his legs spread again. "You're a natural," Ronon said, releasing his grip to thrust down once, then following the wave of pleasure with the movement of his hips. It was good, but Ronon wanted more now that he had Sheppard naked beneath him. He eased his way downward, using teeth and tongue on one of Sheppard's nipples. Sheppard seemed to like that. A lot. So Ronon played a while patiently until Sheppard's moans sounded more like pleas. He then wrapped an arm over Sheppard's waist and took his cock into his mouth. It was fantastic—Sheppard's thick cock in his mouth, his increasingly desperate moaning. "You're good at that," Sheppard whispered hoarsely, then made a startled sound when Ronon pressed the pad of his thumb behind his balls. "Real...good." "I haven't started," Ronon said as he pulled his mouth away. He knelt up and shouldered one of Sheppard's legs. With his other hand, he wet his thumb and rubbed it against Sheppard's hole. "Jesus." Surprised pleasure twisted Sheppard's face. Ronon moved his thumb in a circle, and watched Sheppard's eyelids flutter. "You like this?" From the way Sheppard's cock was jerking, Ronon had a pretty good idea. "You want more?" Ronon pressed in lightly. Sheppard's voice was drowsy. "Yeah. Yeah. God!" he said when Ronon ran his thumb over and then in. He couldn't believe no one had done this to Sheppard before. "Your other lovers must be idiots," Ronon said as Sheppard's ass twitched and grabbed at his thumb. "You were made for this. Let me give it to you." Sheppard opened his eyes suddenly. "Oh." He shuddered in Ronon's hands. "Okay, if you—" Sheppard took a wary glance downward, and Ronon followed the look to his own, aching cock. "Don't worry, it'll work," Ronon said, baring his teeth in a grin. "I'm not a wimp," Sheppard said stubbornly. "Yeah, I get that." "Just don't—if it's going to hurt, I need to know." But Sheppard's eyes said, Don't hurt me. I'd die first, Ronon thought, and maybe this wasn't the best way to start, after all. But he'd been waiting so damned long for this chance. "Never," he said aloud. A bad memory poked into Ronon's mind—the jagged piece of iron he'd yanked from Sheppard's side when they were under the building. "Never want to," Ronon added. Understanding washed over Sheppard's expression, and he nodded, then dropped back, waiting. The lubricant Ronon used to jerk off was from Earth stores, a white tube with a blue stripe. There wasn't much left, but it would be enough. He leaned over and grabbed it from the drawer. Sheppard's eyes were slitted as he watched Ronon put a dab on his thumb. "It's better if you relax," Ronon said. He ignored Sheppard's no kidding frown and rubbed his slick thumb over Sheppard's hole. The startled understanding on Sheppard's face made Ronon's cock jerk eagerly, wanting in. But the throb went deeper than honest lust, connecting to a need in his gut, and he had to take a deep breath, because this way he would hurt Sheppard, and that was not going to happen. He slipped his thumb in quick, before Sheppard could react and tighten against him. "Oh." Sheppard arched and twisted. Ronon rubbed his knuckles behind Sheppard's balls and squeezed against his thumb. The tight muscle loosened abruptly, and Sheppard's leg went slack over Ronon's arm. A natural, Ronon thought, but didn't speak. The time for speaking was over. This was flesh—his thumb, and then his fingers working inside the slick, hot place where his cock longed to be. He wanted Sheppard with a force that shook him, that tore him straight through, but Ronon took his time until Sheppard was lax, open, murmuring Yes, God, Ronon, please please, please. Ronon lifted Sheppard's leg high and leaned in. "You ready?" This time he was the lead, and Sheppard's dark nod reminded him of countless missions. Same trust. Same faith. "Here," Ronon said, guiding Sheppard's hand to his cock. Ronon held back a groan when Sheppard's fingers closed around him. "Hold me there, against you." Eyes half-lidded, Sheppard fumbled him into place, and then held him there firmly while Ronon settled his other hand on the bed. "Now," Ronon said, and pushed in. He slid cleanly past the muscle that guarded Sheppard's entrance, the pleasure and relief so fierce he was oddly reminded of gating home. Home inside Sheppard. The thought made Ronon's arms weak, made his thighs tremble as Sheppard's hand moved to Ronon's arm and squeezed tightly, hanging on. Sheppard moaned. "Yes, inside," Ronon groaned. "Inside you." He heard the clutch of Sheppard's breath and felt his cock being squeezed tightly then released, as if Sheppard was speaking to him through his body. It felt perfect. Ronon pulled back a little then thrust in again, harder now, more confident of Sheppard's ease with being taken by a cock. "You feel good, Sheppard. So good." "You know," Sheppard said on a gasp, "you could...call me John." "John," Ronon said, thrusting in again, holding himself there in the perfect tightness for a moment before withdrawing to thrust again. "I like fucking you, John." "Jesus, Ronon," Sheppard gasped. "I'm going to—I'm—" Ronon gripped the hard curve of muscle capping Sheppard's knee and pushed it closer to his chest so Sheppard's hips rose, the angle perfect, and Ronon held him there, rubbing in and out, over and over, with quick circles of his hips. Sheppard's breath went harsh and his fingers twitched. He started to reach for himself, but then his back arched and he came over his chest and thigh, his cock jerking and spitting while he made helpless sounds that tightened Ronon's balls. The rhythmic squeezing around Ronon's cock eased as Sheppard fell back, and then Ronon felt free to release the stranglehold he'd kept on his pleasure. He leaned low, letting Sheppard's knee rest against his chest, and began to thrust fiercely. Sheppard's eyes widened, but he hooked his other leg behind Ronon's back as if to help guide him deeper. Ronon groaned hoarsely at the signal, and his hips lunged once, twice before he planted himself as deeply as he could and let his orgasm take him. It shook through his balls, his spine, his jerking cock as it spilled inside Sheppard's body. And when he bent his head and breathed again at last, Sheppard's hands were on his shoulders to ease him back to calm. "Very different," Sheppard murmured, sounding drugged. "Is that good?" Ronon said, still breathing heavily. "Yeah, it's good." Mocking, but there was a smile in Sheppard's voice, and Ronon mustered the strength to pull away as gently as he could and rearrange their tangle of limbs so they faced each other. Sheppard had far too much energy, considering, because he squirmed until his head rested on Ronon's arm, and placed his hand on Ronon's chest, fingers spread wide. It took a moment to realize it wasn't a caress; his hand was over the scarred imprint on Ronon's skin. Ronon shivered and tried to brush his hand away, but Sheppard pressed against him more firmly, waiting. The wash of shame lasted only a moment. Then Ronon matched the gesture. His hand was barely big enough to cover Sheppard's own scar. Sheppard gave a lopsided smile and then flopped onto his back. Ronon watched him arch in a long stretch, the flexible bend of his spine making Ronon's dick twitch with renewed longing. "This is a terrific bed you got here," Sheppard said. Ronon swallowed. "You're free to share it with me," he said, breathless even though he knew Sheppard couldn't understand the significance of the ritual offer. Maybe he was wrong, though, because Sheppard gave him a long look, and then his mouth softened. "I'd like that," he said in the low tones of truth. He surged forward to kiss Ronon's mouth. Coming to him at last. End.

Martha runs her hands up her legs, smoothing the lotion over her skin as she gets ready at the back of her small dressing room. Its a small but clean place, a lot better than some of the others she has seen in this town. There are three girls outside her door, she can hear them laughing and joking with one another, whispering in hushed tones as they all take a hit from a small joint one of the girls brought in. Changing the song on her ipod, Martha focuses as she moves on to her make up. Some don't take the job seriously, and while Martha didn't plan on this being her life, it is her job and she will focus and do it the best she can. The strip club wasn't John's idea. John's idea for a weekend away was his uncle's cabin in the woods. It's right on a lake with prime fishing spots. Privacy, plenty of time to do some reading, some studying, work on a few assignments at his own leisurely pace... but his friends had outvoted him, practically unanimously. They'd wanted alcohol and naked women, so John finds himself on his way to a strip club. It's not that he really has anything against strip clubs, and he definitely has nothing against naked women... but Erin would have his nuts on a necklace if she knew he was here, and he can't escape that slightly anxious feeling. Smoothing out the front of her lab coat, Martha waits backstage for her cue. Perhaps her parents hadn't realised that all those years of dance classes would go towards this, but they had been very useful in the end. She's paid the most out of all the other dancers employed by Moya's and takes in a sizeable amount of tips each night. She works hard at what she does. Turning her head, she flashes a smile at Maria who calls out a good luck and gives her a light slap on the ass as Martha hears the opening chords to her song. Taking a deep breath she struts out onto the stage in just her short doctor's coat, a stethoscope around her neck. The club is fairly nice... as strip clubs go. It's not too seedy, and the girls are hot. John's enjoying it more than he thought he would but he's still paranoid. Even though this particular club is a good hour outside of where Erin would venture (not that she would ever actually be caught dead in a strip club) he's afraid of seeing someone that knows her. Martha's stilettos clack on the hard stage as she struts over to the pole. She's in her short doctor's coat with her hair up and glasses on. It's cheesy as hell but she finds it a lot of fun; and the boys seem to like it. She winks at a table of men as she grabs the pole, squatting down and shaking her ass before slowly rising, circling her hips as she goes. The doctor's coat is short. Real short. Her ass cheeks are just peeking out from beneath the bottom of the coat, taunting the men. Grasping the pole with one hand, she undoes her hair, shakes it out as she leans back, the top of her coat threatening to pop open and her tits burst out. Smirking out into the audience she swings herself around, legs wrapping around the slender pole before she slides back down. Strutting down the steps, she makes her way into the audience, touching and teasing as she goes. There is a table of young men not far from her, frat boys from the looks of it and Martha can't help herself. Striding over, she pushes one of the boys legs open, dropping in between them before rolling her hips back up and over his crotch. His buddies are hootering and hollering, but Martha turns, pushing her chest into his as she climbs onto his lap, giving him a free lap dance. He's trying to stay disinterested and mostly succeeding. I mean, his girlfriend is really fucking hot and he does get to see her naked on a regular basis so it isn't as though he's starved for the sight of naked breasts. And then she shows up. Her shoes are the first thing he sees, because he happens to be looking down. They're definitely fuck-me shoes, which he assumes is the intention, after all. Straps twist around her ankles and up impossibly long legs. He only gets a few seconds to stare because then she's all motion, action, dancing, grinding into Jake's lap. She's sitting in the boy's lap and can easily feel his hard on; while its certainly nothing she wants to deal with, it does make for great tips. She wiggles in his lap and can hear him groan audibly behind her. Next to him is, actually, a rather attractive boy, his hair slightly spiked and messy and his jaw open, his eyes staring hungrily at her. Martha smirks over at him, one hand going to his cheek to pull him in and it is almost too easy to have him leaning in close, just about to kiss her.... before she gets off the other boy's lap and he's leaning forward missing her. Walking around she places a shoe on his chair, her heel just narrowly missing stepping on his crotch, instead snugging up right next to him, giving him a bit of pressure. His eyes are going up her legs as she takes off her glasses, pushing them on to him as she begins to pop the buttons on her doctors coat, her breasts pushing and straining at the top. He doesn't miss the flash of orange when she plants her foot down. He has to force himself to stay still, not to move into the pressure of her heel against his suddenly hardening cock. The glasses feel weird on his face, plastic and heavy and a bit too small. He wants to take them off but he's stuck watching her, unmoving as she sheds the coat. So far, she has undone the buttons but she hasn't actually pulled it off yet, she's waiting. His mind is wandering and he's not looking at her like he was before and she wants his whole attention. Her coat hangs straight as one hand grabs his chin and she gently but firmly focuses his attention back on her. His friends are ribbing him but she smirks, holding his gaze. Taking the edges of her coat, she shimmies a bit, leaning in before sliding it off her shoulders. Turning, she shows the boy her back as she lets the coat fall. Raising her arms above her head she begins to bounce her ass. He can feel his face turning red. His friends are having a good laugh at him and he might even be able to laugh himself if he didn't have a huge fucking hard on now. He wishes she hadn't chosen him to pick on, but god damn... he can't stop staring at her back now and his fingers itch to touch her. She backs up and bends over, grabbing her ankles and working her ass. Frankly, she enjoys working the shy ones; in her mind, they are the sweet boys that she would have enjoyed talking to after class, maybe have even dated had she stayed on that university path. So she likes when they are dragged into the bar and she's able to play with them a bit, dirty up their conscience before sending them home in the morning. Turning, she finally lets him see her tits, pushed and held together by a matching orange bra. His eyes are glued to her now and she backs up a bit, making sure the entire audience can see her as she drops down and shakes her ass back up again. She can hear the hooting and hollering and she does it again, shaking her ass some more this time. Throwing her favourite shy boy a smirk, she reaches back and undoes her bra, letting it fall away as she slides easily into his lap, stradling him widely and pretending to ride up on him. She wraps her orange bra around his neck, her hips working him over as she breathes hotly into his ear and leaves a lipstick print right by his mouth. Something to remember her by. She really does have nice breasts. Mouth-watering, even. He's been to strip clubs before and he knows well enough to know that touching had better involve some sort of dollar bill in his hand, but he didn't bring any ones (because he, unlike his buddies, wasn't planning on wasting half a paycheck on some girl who makes in one night what he makes in a week) so he keeps his hands at his side. And then she goes and starts to play dirty, pressing her lips to him. He tilts his head just in time to catch the corner of her mouth, not at all on purpose. Martha almost freezes when she catches the edge of his mouth it surprises her, he's being bold with his risks. But here, she hadn't expected him to do that. She pulls back, smirking at him, perhaps not so shy and quiet after all. Perhaps more naughty than she had given him credit for. Her song is ending though, so she sadly slips down from his lap, her hands trailing down to grab at the sizeable bulge he is now sporting in his trousers, getting her own in as she squeezes and rubs him. With a self-satisfying smirk, she slinks back onto the stage where she is now joined by a few other girls. A new song comes on as she walks down to her pole and swings on. He's intensely relieved when she backs away, but part of him - no, not that part... well, not just that part - is also disappointed. He's flattered that she picked him out of the whole group of guys to pick on. There are half a dozen women dancing on stage now but his eyes don't leave her, and he's pretty sure he isn't imagining all the times her gaze slides right over to him. He isn't imagining it, her eyes do keep making their way over to where he is sitting with his friends. The others seem to enjoy any girl that comes up and presses close but he, Martha thrills a bit to realise, doesn't. His eyes seem to be watching her the whole time. And with that kind of captive audience, she can't help but preform for. Spinning around the pole, she flips her hair back, groaning, gasping as if in the midst of an orgasm. She winds herself around the pole and flips herself upside down, her legs holding her up. Slipping down, she crawls across the stage, sitting up on her knees, hands on her breasts as she moves, pretending as if she was fucking someone underneath her. She's obviously not actually having an orgasm and he knows that... the over the top fake moans just lead him to wondering what she really looks like when she comes. Is she loud? Quiet? Would she say his name? Would she even -ask- his name? The songs change again and Sir Mix-A-Lot comes on. The crowd voices its opinion and as Moya's dancer with the most generous backside, Martha smirks back at her audience, one hand holding on to the pole as she makes her ass jiggle, bounce and clap. Another dancer comes forward, her eye on another of his friends, and grabbed the focus of everyone else that he's with but John can't take his eyes off of Martha. His best friend notices and elbows him but John rolls his eyes. She always gets extra tips during this song and today is no different. Dropping down, she shakes her ass fast, dollar bills being tucked under her thong. Out of the corner of her eye she sees the boy she's been watching be pushed forward so he stumbles. Standing, she turns before dropping down so dues able to see him when he approaches her. He's got the dollar bills that have been shoved into his hand by his frat brothers, tired of seeing him resist while subtly ogling the dancer from before. He's actually tempted, for a few seconds, to join the half dozen guys all grabbing her but something about the way she's just being passed off from hand to hand kills the urge. He steps back away, letting a couple more guys slip into his place. She's beautiful and sexy as hell but he doesn't want to just cop a meaningless feel... he's not quite drunk enough for that. In between guys she notices the boy has slipped away from her closer to the wall. She doesn't want to admit that it makes her a bit disappointed but she is. Sighing she goes back to her pole, climbing it. He hits the bar and orders another beer, settling on a stool to watch his dancer from across the room. Finishing her song, Martha walks off the stage slowly. She has ones stuck in all sorts of places and she takes her time collecting them. It's only the first part of the night and she's made a pretty decent amount of money. Counting it out, she makes her way back towards her dressing room to change and rest before going back out in a few. He's on his fourth beer of the night, but when he turns back to the dancing stage she's gone. He feels a stab of disappointment but considers it a good thing. His frat brothers are ready to move on to the next strip club, anyway. They're half a block away when one of his buddies realized that there's still a teensy little orange bra sticking out of John's pocket. The rest of the night is pretty normal for Martha. The usual college boys and older men with an occasional table of women who are out for a fun night. After her boy leaves, no one else catches her eye and its really much better that way. She is able to focus and stay professional, giving attention to the different men in the room wanting to part with their money instead of trying to keep the attention of a shy college boy. * It's Wednesday night. John has an early class on Thursday so he knows that going out isn't a good idea, but his temper is still flaring from his recent unhappy encounter with Erin and he needs some sort of release. He tries jerking off first but his roommate comes in with his obnoxious little girlfriend and John high tails it out of the dorms. Once he's in his car he starts driving without even really thinking about where he's going. Wednesday night is a really slow night. Any night during the week technically is. It's usually burn outs, cheating husbands and the occasional and ubequitious drunk frat boys that frequent their establishment during the week. Martha is already on the floor, as its a slow night there really isn't any main "shows" and she is already dancing, walking around the pole before spinning around it, pushing out her ass and shaking it so the man she's been teasing for awhile can give her another one. He walks into the strip club and immediately feels guilty, though much disgruntled than he had been when he got into the car. He spots the dancer from the previous weekend and, yeah, okay, that's pretty much the whole reason that he came here. He makes his way to where she's at, feeling much more bold now that he knows he won't get ragged on by his frat brothers for any extra attention he might pay the dancer. She is still taunting and teasing the rather rich older man who has seemed to take a shine to her. He pushes an extra one down the front of her bra before finally going to sit back down at his table. Smirking to herself, she hooks her leg up around the pole and swings loosely. She's not working too hard, its an easy night tonight. The gray haired man seems satisfied, walking over to another little staged area where there's a blonde shimmying. She's pretty enough but John's got a one track mind. The dancer's back is to him so he reaches out, trailing his fingertips over a mostly exposed ass cheek and then slipping a folded dollar bill underneath the tiny little string holding it onto her body. Martha spins around on the pole, having felt another hand on her. She's surprised as most men try to make it painfully obvious they are not trying to touch the girls, just giving them money but this hand almost feels like it wants to run across her skin and the money is just an excuse. Holding on, the pole tight in between her legs, she spies the young boy from the other night who caught her eye. He's looking less shy and a bit more sure of himself tonight. Raising an eyebrow, she smirks at him and spins again, sliding and pushing her pussy up against the pole. He pulls his hand away once he's sure the money is tucked in there nicely. He doesn't step back, though. He likes this close up view. Martha quite likes him up close. She certainly liked what she saw Saturday night up close. She swings herself down so that she's squatting in front of him, the pole behind her as she moves her ass up and down, dancing for him. He wants to say something to her but the music is pounding and she probably wouldn't hear him even if he did. His hands rest on the edge of the stage, barely two feet away from where she's grinding and gyrating against the poll. The black skin tight outfit looks good on her but he kind of prefers the doctor's outfit from the other night. This makes her look cheap and she is anything but cheap, he can tell that just from the tilt of her head and the way her eyes are studying him... she has none of that vacant, thoughtless expression he's seen on other women. He wants to say something to her but the music is pounding and she probably wouldn't hear him even if he did. His hands rest on the edge of the stage, barely two feet away from where she's grinding and gyrating against the poll. The black skin tight outfit looks good on her but he kind of prefers the doctor's outfit from the other night. This makes her look cheap and she is anything but cheap, he can tell that just from the tilt of her head and the way her eyes are studying him... she has none of that vacant, thoughtless expression he's seen on other women. He looks different from most of the men she see's at the edge of her stage or even when sitting in their laps. He seems to actually be looking at her instead of just at her breasts or her ass or whatever body part she has shaking in front of him at the moment. It's different and a bit thrilling after all the time she's spent dancing and on the pole to now feel a slow shiver and thrill to be preforming for someone. She's looking straight at him now and it's definitely working. He's hard, hard enough that he has to discreetly adjust himself. Of course, he can't be that discreet with her staring straight at him... but hell, her whole job is to get men hot so he figures he's just letting her know she's doing a good job. Every few sceonds his eyes slowly slide down her body, admiring the fluid way that she moves, but he always comes back to her face. She is truly gorgeous - large, dark eyes and long lashes, a full mouth that's neither pouting nor leering in an overly sexual way. He pulls out another dollar and grins at her as he tries to decide where to put it. He lifts an eyebrow, silently asking her if she has any preference. She actually grins and pushes her ass towards him, looking over her shoulder and smirking now. She waits until he's just about to put the dollar under the thong straps before she begins to shake her ass nice and hard, moving it around and making it clap. He laughs at the blatant way she's moving her ass toward him. He gets the dollar under the thong strap and then leaves his hand there for a few extra seconds just to see what she'll do. He's not grabbing her, really - nothing that would get him in trouble - just... lingering. She's smiling at him, moving her ass back into his hand teasingly before he steps away from the stage. The songs change to something slower and more sultry and her hips move to match the pace. She rolls her hips nice and slow as she lets a hand travel over her own body, across her flat stomach, up her breasts before back down and around to her ass where she turns so the boy can see her give her ass a light slap. He likes this song better than the last, and absolute loves the way she's moving to it now. He pulls another dollar out of his pocket and acts like he's going to put it in her panties only to trail it upward over her stomach toward her breasts. She slides down to her knee's, moving forward so that he has better acces to her breasts. Her hips keep moving, her body swaying and jerking to the beat as she lets her head fall back, her chest pushing out for him as he tucks another dollar in her top. "Beautiful." He mouths at her, actually winking this time. He hopes he isn't coming across like a jerk or a creep (since he's sure she sees more than her fair share o those) but he can't resist wanting to vocalize his appreciation for her. She chuckles and keeps from rolling her eyes, of course she is. She's letting him watch her show off and dance just to make him hot and horny, of course she's beautiful. Smiling though, she stretches before shimmying her chest at him, one hand reaching up, massaging her breast while the other slides down her stomach and slips up her small skirt. He's a little bit disappointed that her reaction to his compliment seems to be some mixture of exasperation and assumption, but it does serve as a nice reminder that she's a stripper and he's just one of many clients whose money she is happy to take. She's not Erin, he doesn't need to compliment her in order to get anywhere. (Not that it actually works all that well with Erin, either.) He goes to take another drink of his beer but finds it empty. He glances between the stripper and the bar, and decides that yeah, he does need another drink. Martha finds it fascinating to watch the emotions crossing his face, his disappointment at her laugh is not something that he can keep off his face, whether he knows it or not. She almost feels bad, bad for him, bad for laughing at him when it seems he did actually mean it... As fun as her job can be, sometimes Martha forgets that there are still naive and innocent people left in the world. He sulks at the bar for a few minutes. He can't help it; the alcohol is going to his head and he knows somewhere deep inside that this was really not the way to go after fighting with his girlfriend. He really does love Erin and they've been together for a while now, but it seems like their relationship will never stop being work. He's pretty sure that two people who are supposed to be together aren't meant to spend their whole lives trying to make at work. At some point, it's just supposed to feel right. On top of feeling like he's been belitted by the stripped - by a fucking stripper! - now he's thinking about Erin and the fight and he feels worse than he did when he first walked in the door. He orders a double shot of whiskey along with his beer and finds a table near the back of the room. Martha's set is over and she has a break; her boy has slunk off to the back of the room and if nothing else, Martha feels like she should at least apologise for laughing at him. She steps backstage and changes into something that's considered normal wear by strip club standards and heads back out into the room. She stays in the shadows but she doesn't need to, the boy is obviously lost in is own thoughts. He jumps when she pulls the other chair out, the legs scrapping across the floor. "You know, we don't get many nice boys here," she says by way of introduction as she sits down in her seat, signaling for the bartender to bring her a drink. The first thing that catches him off guard is the voice - British. MIT is a fairly well known university, so he knows his share of Brits but somehow he hadn't expected to hear that accent when she opened her mouth. And then it dawns on his alcohol soaked mind that this is actually her, the stripper, wearing somewhat more than she had been before and sitting at the table across from him. "Uh." He says, eloquent as ever. "That so?" She smiles, shaking her head, amused. "Oh, occasionally one comes wandering in, bright eyed and attractive. Usually drug along by his friends. Normally its just old men with extra money or boozed up frat boys. The nice boys make a welcome change of pace." Giving him a slow smile, she takes her drink from the waitress ignoring the girls wink. "Alesha," she says, giving him her name. "Hi, Alesha. I'm John." He says, and thinks about offering her his hand but holds back. Somehow it seems off to act like this is a formal introduction when he just stuck his hands into her underwear and gave her money. "You on break or something?" "Sure am," she leans back in her chair and drinks part of the beer the waitress brought her. "Can't dance the whole night away." Winking at him, she laughs softly at how she can see his cheeks turning red in the dark. "So what brought you back here then Johnny?" "The appetizers. Best I've ever had." He says, picking up a pretzel from the bowl on the table and then popping it into his mouth. "I dunno, I'd say I'm more than just an appetiser honey," Martha smirks leaning back in her chair and taking her time in crossing her legs, watching John staring at them. "But its good to know I at least got you started." "Not what I meant." John smirks right back at her. "I don't think I'm carrying enough cash to get to taste you." "That depends on what other goods you have," Martha taunts right back, folding her arms on the table and leaning with them. Knowing full well that doing that just pushes her breasts further up and out. "What else do you accept? I don't have a credit card and even if I did I can't think of where you'd want me to swipe it..." "Oooh, naughty," Martha grins, flicking a peanut at him and laughing. "Lets say that it would have to be worth my while. If you had something that might ...capture my attention..." "Baby, everything I got would catch your attention." He catches the peanut and flicks it back at her. "And in case you did not understand that reference, I'm saying I have a big dick." Martha stares at John straight faced before throwing her head back and laughing. His demeanor is changed entirely and Martha isn't sure if its because his brothers are gone or if its the liquid courage talking. She assumes the later is helping. A lot. "Oh I got it. And don't worry honey, I've already been in your lap." "Yeah, but, you know... you weren't there for all that long. I thought you might have forgotten or something." He leans forward, staring very blatantly at the cleavage that she is equally blatantly displaying. "I'm just one of many, and all. Surprised you even remember me." "You were just here the other night." She protests, if he gets much closer he will be face planting in her breasts. She imagines its probably a thought he's been considering. "You also stood out from the crowd," Martha continues, waiting as she watches his smile begin to grow cocky. "Only one that night who didn't like my dancing." He shrugs, amused that she is either trying to half-insult him or is fishing for compliment. Either way, he's not falling for it.. "It was okay." "Mm, well," she begins, knocking back the rest of her beer and standing from John's table. "I have to go change for my next number." He gives her a little wave, grinning as he goes back to his drink. He thinks about the class he has in the morning, and how if he stays there's no way he'll make it in time... but he decides to screw it, he's got good enough grades that he can slack off once in a while. The IASA won't reject him because he misses one class... and he'd really like to see Alesha's next number. Martha slips back into her dressing room and takes off the shorts and cami she was wearing to talk to John. Grabbing her next costume (she has a full closet of them) she pulls on a bright blue thong and a matching push up bra. The bra has "Lt. Col. SexyAss" written on it and there is a short, short, short blue skirt that she pulls on over the thong. Next come the shoes and the aviators. Smirking in the mirror, she touches up her make up and fluffs her hair just a bit before heading out and back towards the stage. Some of the other girls are in camo and there is another girl dressed in army outfit, one in the navy colours and the third in marines. There tend to be a lot of military boys at the colleges up here and pandering to their particular armed forces has worked well in the past. He has to laugh when he sees her next outfit. It's better than the black leather of before, but still not quite as hot as the doctor's outfit. Still, he makes his way to the front to get a better look. As it gets later the already sparse crowds have dwindled even more and there's only one other guy watching Martha with any sort of intent look on his face. Martha can see her friend John down below, just behind the guy who looks like he's barely hanging on to his twenties. Grabbing her pole, Martha swings herself up, wrapping her legs up and around and through and flipping herself around. She hangs upside down, her thighs being the only thing holding her up. She lets go, letting herself fall a bit on the pole before tightening her legs again, catching herself before she hits anything and letting herself climb back up the pole. The other guy stumbles away drunkenly to ogle one of the other women, leaving just John and Alesha. He grins at her, leaning over and resting his folded arms on the edge of her stage to watch her. Martha almost rolls her eyes, it is a Wednesday or else she'd accuse John of paying off the other men in the room to leave them alone. Or perhaps she's just having an off night. She schools herself to remain professional despite wanting to tease and taunt John personally. She preforms a few tricks on the pole, holding herself parallel to the floor and letting her self swing slowly around before she slides back down, her legs twined with the pole. John has another beer and has made himself at home on the edge of her stage, smirking up at her. Rolling her eyes she sinks to her hands and knees and crawls over to him, trying to keep the accompanying smirk from her own face. He shrugs at her. "Promise I didn't pay him off. Couldn't if I'd wanted to, all my cash went into your bra earlier." Of course, that's a lie, he has a few more ones but he's saving them. "Oh, that's sad," Martha admits, standing up on her knee's in front of him. "That means I have no reason to dance for you," she smiles but contradicting her words, she undulates her stomach, moving her body up and down as her knees slide on the stage, so they are splayed far apart. She runs a hand down her body, her stomach now moving up into her hand until she has her hand cupped around her pussy and she's pushing up into her hand. "Who else you gonna dance for? I mean, you could consider it an investment. Dance well enough now and I might come back later. What's that called, customer loyalty?" "Oh, I could go dance with Maria. Have her and I move together and make twice as much off of the men in here." She continues to move her hips up and down, pretending to ride. Her fingers begin to slide back and forth, finding her clit over the cotton and pressing just lightly as she jerks her hips around. "What do you normally like to see when you go to strip clubs Johnny?" She asks, her other hand sneaking around and undoing her bra straps slowly. "Call it professional curiosity." "I don't normally go in strip clubs," John says, answering honestly. "I'm from Kansas... not a big town, didn't exactly want my momma hearing that I was getting up to stuff like that. I've only been in Cambridge for a year." "Oooh, southern boy," Martha only half-jokes. If she was honest, she'd admit she likes the drawl he has when he talks, she especially likes how it seems to have gotten thicker the more he drinks. "And what about now then Johnny? Since you're no longer in Kansas?" She grins and pulls on the edge of his shirt so he's closer to her. He leans in when she pulls at his shirt, grinning. Hell yeah, she likes him. Even if it's just because he's the only one here and she's bored, but still. Erin is a distant memory right now. "Now? Oh, I'm liking what's in front of me a little bit." "Oh, a little bit," she pushes him off a bit, trying not to smile. He is so playing along with her and she finds it amusing. "Perhaps you need to come by more often then Johnny. Since your momma ain't around up here." "Oh, she definitely ain't around." He says, and pulls a dollar bill from his pocket. "Oh, lookie what I found here..." Martha's grinning, she likes joking around with John; most men just watch her but don't realise that there is a person there. With him, its a lot more fun and a lot more like she's taking her time just to dance and tease him. Kneeing back over closer to him, she puts her fingers in the top of her g-string and holds it open, her eyes on his, almost daring him. He slides the dollar into her g-string but doesn't pull away. Nothing about her body language says he's crossing any lines, so he slides his hand down a little but more. There's just skin, smooth skin, but then he feels the little bump of her clit and the soft, damp skin. He rubs his knuckle against it. Martha's body jerks slightly, while she was taunting and daring him to, she didn't actually expect him to stick his hand down her g-string and to finger her. Her eyes close and she works her body so that she's in front of him, blocking the other patrons and security workers from seeing what exactly he's doing. "Seems like you've picked up a lot of naughty habits your momma don't know about," she pants, her knees still spread wide. She's had quite a bit of her own to drink and she wants to blame it on both that and that its slow. And this boys voice that has got her so hot and ready to go. "What she don't know won't hurt her." John says. He keeps his eyes on her as he lets his finger slide between the lips of her pussy, pressing very lightly against her clit. "Aren't you a bold one?" She gasps, trying to keep control of herself before she opens her eyes and looks at him. She's still moving to the beat, still looking like she's dancing for John and not letting him finger her pussy. Biting down on her bottom lip, she knee's herself forward and begins to jerk and circle her hips as she feels his fingers sliding down her body. She knows this is so, so wrong and so outside the rules. She should if nothing else take him back to the dressing room like most of the other girls do with their clients... But then that would be acknowledging something was going on here. And it is much easier to spread her knees wider and begin to shake her ass as her breathing changes and gets faster. He's pretty sure that she isn't acting right now. Her chest is flushed and she's breathing a little bit faster. He crooks his finger inside of her and tries to find the sweet spot, pressing hard against it when he does and then letting her own body's motion do the rest. She's undone her bra and it finally slips down and off, her chest heaving as she breathes and dances for him, moving on his fingers. Her eyes flash up to his and he's still staring right at her as he moves his fingers in her. She lets out a quiet whimper when he hits the right spot, her own hips quickly chasing after it and beginning to move and snap faster. This is definitely the craziest thing that he's ever done. He can't quite actually believe he's fingering a stripper in a a random club at one in the morning on a Wednesday night, but he is and it's hot as fuck and his dick is so hard he could pound nails with it right now. Martha can't believe she's actually letting some college boy customer twist his fingers into her pussy while she's at work but she really can't stop him. "Oh, oh," she says softly, biting her bottom lip as she begins to move and work her body faster. He presses his hand flat and grinds his palm against her clit. Her breath catches and her hips stutter forward. Encouraged, he brings his other hand to her breast and lifts the weight of it, rubbing a thumb over the nipple. His eyes ask her, practically dare her, to come. Martha is watching him, eyes wide open and on his. "Oh god," she whines quietly, giving in totally and humping shamelessly against his palm as she tries to come, she's almost there... He begins to press a second finger in, pushing them in just a bit as his wrist rubs hard against her clit and she jerks forward hard, gasping for breath as she comes around his fingers. "Shit," He breathes out, his hand dropping down from her breast to the front of his pants so he can squeeze his dick and relieve some of the suddenly intense pressure there. "God damn that was... shit." "Fuck," she breathes, her body slumping, too tired to continue dancing. It's getting late, real late and while her shift isn't over for a while... Well... She slips off the stage on shaking legs, grabbing on to the edge to hold herself up. "Fuck that was..." she can't even finish what it was. It was fucking good is what it was. He feels kind of weird with one hand on his dick and the other still wet from finger fucking her, but holy shit - she came around his fingers, he felt her come and it was pretty much the hottest thing he's ever done. He's hard enough that he literally can't not touch himself, no matter how uncomfortable this wolud normally make him feel. She's got this amazing intense look on her face when she grabs his arm. He followers her, catching her hand with his - the one that's still damp from being pressed up against her pussy. Her eyes close when she thinks about that, about what she's actually doing with this customer she doesn't even know. Unfortunately, her body is too revved up for her to be able to think clearly. She slips them both into the back but bipasses her dressing room. She refuses to think that this is what that is and instead jerks him into the bathroom. Opening a stall, she pulls him inside and locks the door. it certainly isn't the most glamorous of places, but then she doubts he would care. She unzips his pants carefully as she runs her tongue broadly over her palm before wrapping it nice and tight around his dick. "Fuck yeah," he gasps. He reaches out and grabs her tits again, because hell yeah, this is definitely better than watching her dance on stage and then driving home with a hard on. He grins at her through a haze of lust. "Hey, not gonna charge me for this, are ya?" "Shut up," she growls playfully, pushing her body against his and shoving him into the wall. "You just put your fucking fingers up my pussy and got me off on stage John." She twists her wrist, pumping him nice and fast as he pushes his hips into her, fucking her hand. "Yeah? You didn't exactly stop me. All you had to do was say the word, you know. But you didn't want me to. Wanted me to get bring off, didn't you? Make you come?" He thrusts his hips forward, fucking her fist as much as she'll let him. "You... Your... Fuck..." She's already come and he's still making her head swim and her body hot. Her other hand reaches down and begins to play with his balls as she continues to stroke him off. "I never wanted you to stop. Now come for me Johnny." "Fuck, fuck, yes," He chants. "Fuck, a... Alesha... gonna come, so hard, fuck..." He groans and his mouth drops open and his hips slam forward and he comes hard, splattering against the floor and striping her wrist with it. Martha's panting hard even though she didn't come; she relaxes her body against his after he comes, her forehead on his shoulder as she attempts to relax and figure out what the fuck is going on.

For the next week, in John's head time is measured in Days Since He Cheated On Erin. He knows it was a stupid thing to do. A really, really, really stupid thing to do. It was crazily hot and god damn was Alesha attractive but not only did he cheat on Erin but he cheated on Erin with a stripper and somehow that makes it ten times worse. He keeps envisioning scenarios in which Erin finds out, as impossible a scenario as he'd like to believe it is. Martha knows that that was a Bad Idea. A few of the other girls occasionally take men back to the dressing rooms for sex in exchange for money and while Martha certainly doesn't look down on these girls... she just said it wasn't her thing. But this, well, its worse. Jerking a customer off in the bathroom after he fingered her on the stage. Its unprofessional. And its good that she hasn't seen him since. Except, every night when she goes out she has a little dip in her enthusiasm when she realises he's not sitting at the table watching and waiting with that smirk on his face. He's always done early with classes on Monday, so he meets Erin for lunch... or at least that's the plan. Erin is there waiting for him, but she's got a paper to finish and begs off early. That's okay with him... they haven't been fighting much, but only because his guilty conscience prompts him to give in every time it seems to be heading in that direction. He's got an afternoon with nothing to do. The sky is overcast, threatening rain, but he's been wanting to pick up a few new books and he's in the mood for a walk, weather be damned. When Martha woke, the sky had been bright and clear; she had firmly ensconced herself in William's bookstore, curled up with a book on french cuisine by the time the sky opened up and began to pour. It didn't bother her. She wasn't due on the stage until late that night so she had hours left to kill, able to spend her time reading. He reaches the bookstore just as it starts to rain, ducking inside only slightly damp. There are only a handful of people, but the store is so small and absolutely jammed with books that even a handful gives the impression of it being crowded. Martha hears the jingle of the bell, saying someone else has come in but she is too absorbed in her book to look up. He doesn't even notice her at first. She's tucked into a chair with a book in front of her face, and he's too busy studying the rows upon rows of books in front of him. He grabs one that he's been searching for for months now and resists the urge to let out a triumphant noise, not wanting to disturb anyone around him. He grins down at the cover with the sort of glee that only a true nerd can feel over a book. There is someone standing near her and its almost amusing how they are trying to keep their excited noises down. Martha flicks her eyes up to watch amusedly but her eyes get caught on the long, lean body in front of her. She knows that body. She knows it but she certainly isn't used to seeing it slouch comfortably in a bookstore. She's shocked and quickly flicks her eyes down to her book to act like she wasn't looking at the boy who has been on her mind for a fucking week. John tucks the book under his arm and heads toward the back of the store to look for another one. He's in his academic zone and not paying attention to anything around him. Martha sneaks her eyes back over the edge of her book to watch him. He seems so free, so relaxed and confident which is both at odds with how he was at the strip club as well as being reminiscent of their encounter. His shirt is tight, small enough that she can watch the subtle shift of his muscles as he moves, looking for a book. He has a small stack of books by the time he's ready to head back toward one of the couches, planning on losing a few hours here while he waits for the weather to clear up or Erin to call him. As stalker-ish as it may seem, she has been flollowing him with her eyes the entire time he's been here. Watching him as he looks through the rows of books, picking some out. However, her attention is distracted when she hears a soft snuffling sound come from behind one of the racks of books. It comes again and Martha sets her book down on her fluffy chair as she walks back to find the sound. There is a small boy, not older than four or five sitting in the corner with a tear stained face, trying to make himself as small as possible. "Oh honey," Martha says softly, approaching him slowly before squatting down to be at eye level. "Are you lost? Where is your mum?" John hears her voice before he actually sees her. Crouched down, she's hidden from his view by a stack of hardcover books and a squat, wide bookshelf. He peeks over and honestly can't actually believe it's her. Not only is she wearing five times more than he's ever seen her in, but her hair is pulled back into a simple ponytail and she isn't wearing makeup. She looks like the kind of girl that would be sitting beside him in class, not stripping at clubs. "Hey, its okay," she says softly, the little boy snuffling and moving in for a hug from her. She rubs his back gently before picking him up. His arms immediately go around her neck, two of his fingers in his mouth. "Let's go find your mum okay?" He nods. "What does she look like? What colour is her shirt today?" John tries to round the corner before Alesha sees him, but he isn't quite fast enough. She bites her lip, wondering if she should call out to him, stop him. Its obvious he didn't want her to notice him... But, she really doesn't want to ignore him. She bounces Adam on her hip a bit as they continue to look for his mom. "John?" She calls softly, planning to let him ignore her if he really wants to pretend she isn't there. "Alesha." He says, forcing a smile. Okay, it's not actually that forced, because part of him - a big part of him - is excited to see her even knowing how wrong it is. "Who's your little buddy there?" Martha's smile widens considerably when he doesn't ignore her and actually seems happy to see her. "This is Adam. Adam, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, his name is John." Adam hides his face in Martha's neck, still sucking on his fingers. "We can't find our mum," she explains to John, rubbing a hand on Adam's back. "I think she may have left the store actually..." John frowns. "Maybe we oughta take him up to the front desk?" He stops when he sees her smile. "... that's probably what you were doing now, wasn't it? Well, you want some company? To keep any big bad monsters away? Those book monsters, they're the worst." John makes a face at Adam, who lets go of his fingers long enough to giggle. Martha looks down at Adam, who is no longer crying and is watching John with wide, excited eyes. The three of them head up to the front where a harried woman is talking frantically with the owner. "Ah, see, this must be him now. Martha, I take it you found him?" Martha flushes hard as Giovanni turns to her. She studiously avoids John's gaze and hands the little boy over to the woman. "Yes, he was back in the corner, trying to make himself as small as possible." She ruffles the boys hair a bit as he clings hard to his mother. She thanks John and Martha, hugging and kissing her son as she hurries from the shop. Martha is still avoiding John's gaze, still blushing. John grins, standing back and crossing his arms. As soon as the woman is gone, little boy in hand, he taps her on the shoulder. She actually looks bashful when she turns around to face him. "Martha, huh?" She mutters something really low and rolls her eyes when she finally looks at him. "Yes?" She's still embarrassed and well. He seems to be enjoying it. A lot. "So. Not Alesha, then? Martha..." He rolls the name around in his mouth, testing it out. "Martha, it's nice to meet you." She smacks him on the arm as he enjoying this far too much. "You didn't really think that was my name did you? I don't think any of the names the girls go by are actually their own." Making her way back over to her chair she looks back at John who is definitely following her and definitely smiling. He shrugs and walks behind her. "Never really thought about it. Though, I did kind of suspect that Kandye Kain wasn't really on her birth certificate." Martha laughs, turning and smiling at him. "Yeah, not so much. Secret? Real names Susie. But, you try stripping to that. Its a bit difficult." She leans down, gathering her books and placing all but one back onto a large stack. "Would you... like to go get some coffee with me?" "Coffee? Uh.. yeah. Sure. I could go for a cuppa joe." He says, reaching to help her when her stack starts to wobble. Martha reaches out and steadies the stack, taking a few books off of the top and placing them on a much smaller stack. "There..." she smiles when it doesn't threaten to topple and kill them this time. She walks up to the front to pay for her book but Giovanni just waves her on. "I'll just add it to your tab missy." Rolling her eyes, Martha does tuck the book up in her bag. "Yes, but when will you let me pay the tab?" He just waves her on and she snorts. "At some point you're going to have to start charging me or you'll run out of a business." "You let me worry about that," he takes John's books and does tally up those for a price. John pays for his books and shoves him into the backpack he has slung over one shoulder. "Thanks, man." He says to Giovanni. "'preciate it." Giovanni notices Martha waiting for him and he winks at John, grinning and about to say something. Martha grabs John's arm before the older man can actually say it; he has been trying to set Martha up with just about every younger man that ever comes through his store and she's almost afraid to hear what he might say to him. "Right, its just... a small cafe..." She says, zipping up a small hoodie as its still pouring. "Come on, its not too far," she grabs his hand and pulls him out into the rain. He runs along behind her, feeling the water soak into him. His waterproof bag comes in handy on days like this. Since he doesn't have a car, he gets most places on foot. Martha is grinning hugely as she pulls him along. It doesn't take long before she is soaking wet but then, she half expected she would when it had started to rain. Laughing she pulls John harder, weaving them in and around other stunned drivers as she finally pulls him underneath a small overhang, breathless from laughing and water dripping down her face. He digs in his bag for a sweatshirt and pulls it out, wiping his face off and then handing it to her. "Here. Might help you mop up some." Shivering, she gladly takes the sweatshirt, trying to wring her shirt out a bit as they walk into the small cafe. "I'll end up just making it all wet," she warns him but doesn't stop herself from pulling it on over her old, thin tank top. The sweat shirt is huge on her but it is dry and warm and Martha has to stop herself from grinning and breathing in deeply and cuddlying herself in it. "Go find us a table, I'll order... what do you want?" He asks, and once she tells him her order he heads for the counter without even giving her a chance to pull out any money. She finds a small secluded table in the back, the lighting is dim but there is a large comfy couch with a multitude of pillows instead. Smiling, she flops onto the sofa and almost groans with how the chair envelops her in its softness. Closing her eyes, she waits for John to return, smiling and patting the seat next to her on the sofa when he returns with their drinks. The couch is fairly small. He sits next to her, close enough that their thighs touch but not so close that he's crowding her, sipping his coffee.Growing up he'd never been too big on the kind of coffee his mom and dad brewed every morning, but he's found that a shot of caramel and some whipped cream make it downright tasty. "Yours good?" He says, nodding at her steaming mug of hazelnut coffee. She's got her sandals off and her legs curled up on the couch next to her. "It's great," she sips the drink and feels warm all over. "That's the thing. Perfect," relaxing back she sighs and settles into the couch. "Have a good drink, good company... And still have a few hours before work. It's shaping up to be quite nice actually." "Yeah? You, uh... work tonight?" He says, staring down at his coffee cup. Suddenly he's flashing back to last week in the bathroom at the club, her hand on his dick... okay, not going to think about that. Martha notices a slight blush growing across his cheeks, she reaches out, brushing her fingers across his cheek and smirking. "Yeah I work tonight." He ducks away from her, bashful suddenly. "You work every night?" She lets him pull away. "Most nights. I need the money." "They must pay well at the... at where you work." He says, glancing around, unsure if she wants him to broadcast that she's a stripper. Martha chuckles, smiling at him. He's young and innocent and naive and she finds it impossibly endearing. "They pay pretty well at the strip club, yes." She has no problems with her job. She is fine with what she is and what she does, its only other people's prejudices that make things difficult and fortunately, Martha has found this area to be gratefully progressive in their thinking. "The tips are rather nice," she continues, winking at John. He can't help but smirk back at her. "Oh yeah, I bet they are. You are the hottest dancer in there." He recognizes that he's flirting - some might even call it shamelessly - but he really can't stop, not when it earns him that cute little grin. She flushes this time and smiles at him. Being complimented at work is one thing, as it is a part of the job, being complimented here feels like something else entirely. "Well, I am beginning to think you might be a bit biased." "I'm biased all right." He says, leaning in so that no one can overhear. "After the other night, I'm biased as hell." Martha leans in, their heads practically touching and she is grinning so ridiculously wide now. "Mm, and here I was beginning to think you didn't like me." He's grinning right back just as wide, his nose brushing hers. "Can't imagine where you got that idea from." Their noses are brushing against one another and well... Martha finds it cute. And sweet. She moves so she's gently rubbing her nose against his and smiles. "You haven't been back to see me. Thought perhaps you didn't like that last dance." "You kidding? That last dance nearly killed me." "Well, I certainly wasn't trying to kill you," Martha responds, her voice low and practically purring. She wants... She wants to take him home and lay him out on her bed and play with him for a few hours before she has to go to work. "You done with your coffee then?" She asks softly, her nose bumping his as she leans in closer. Last time was spur of the moment. Last time he had his hand down her pants before he could really even think about it. Last time he was drunk. He's definitely sober now and she's definitely not asking him if he wants a refill on his drink. He shuts his eyes very briefly and when he opens them again his decision is already made. "Yeah, I think I am done." She smiles and takes his hand, pulling him up off of the couch and leading him out of the coffee shop. Her apartment is really not far from where they are at all and the rain has let up so that is only a light drizzle. Winding their fingers together, Martha deliberately takes John back to her apartment, her smile almost shy as she opens the door to the older, run down building and pulls him up the flights of stairs to the single room at the top. He's had sex with a few girls before but this is still a few firsts for him. First time with a stripper, of course, first time he's gone home with a total stranger in the middle of the day... First time Martha has ever done anything with someone from work. First time she's taken anyone home from where she worked... She unlocks the front door and flips the lights on, setting her bag down on the counter. She turns to say something to him, but he is already preoccupied with 130 pounds of protective puppy who is double checking and sniffing him out, making sure he's okay. "Whoa, hey there," John laughs as the dog actually jumps up, paws on John's thighs. He's almost as tall as John is like that... and it's only because this is Martha's dog that John isn't afraid of his life. The big dog blinks at him lazily, and prods his nose into John's hand. "Baloo," Martha says with fond exasperation, nudging him with her hip. "Get off boy." She drags him down by his collar. "You know what I told you about playing bouncer," she kisses his head anyways and rubs behind his ears. "Sorry, he's very protective of his momma." "Aw, he's fine. We always had big dogs growing up. C'mere, boy." John drops down to the floor and holds but a hand for Baloo to sniff. "Hey, you're just a big teddy bear, huh? Teddy bear with some big ole teeth, that's right." Martha snorts but sits on the couch, just to the left of John's shoulder. She watches Baloo cuddle up to John, licking his face broadly and sticking his nose in John's ear. Baloo generally doesn't like any men that Martha brings home, he makes faux growling noises and huffs on the couch, glaring at them while Martha tries to distract them from the large dog. She finds it cute that Baloo has turned into a puppy under John's fingers. John settles on the floor with his back to the couch while he gets friendly with Baloo. It hasn't escaped his mind that he came here to have sex with Alesha - with Martha - but now that he's hear he finds himself clinging to the distraction that the big dog provides. It's not that he doesn't want to fuck her... oh, he definitely wants to fuck her... but the walk gave him a chance to rethink his decision. He doesn't want to be the guy that cheats on his girlfriend. And then he turns his head at the same time Martha is leaning down and he finds his face very close to hers and begins to rethink things again. She's beginning to get... not annoyed but antsy. She likes that Baloo likes John, but she didn't bring John home for Baloo to be the one to lick him. When John turns to look at her, she smiles, her face not far from his. Wrapping a hand around his neck, she slides down into his lap, displacing Baloo. Sitting in his lap, she noses across his jawline, breathing hotly on his skin before nipping on his neck, leaving small red bites as she goes that flare up before fading. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her body against his as completely as it can be. Beside them, Baloo whines fornlornly, like they've just abandoned him. Which might not actually be all that far from the truth. John puts a hand on her cheek and tilts her face toward his, brushing his nose against hers just like he did before in the coffee shop and grinning. He's gonna kiss her, no mistake about it, but he wants to take his time getting there. She's smiling as he continues with the nose porn thing, its certainly not something she's ever had a guy do with her before and she really, really likes it. Nuzzling back, she rubs her nose back against his, humming softly. Martha see's him leaning in again, his head tilted just a bit so as to brush his lips against hers, she tilts her head at the last minute so his lips go brushing across her jawline and down her neck instead. He lets out a greedy noise, wanting her mouth back. His hands travel down her body and rest on her ass, hitching her forward so that she's settled groin to groin with him, his half-hard cock pressing into her. Chuckling, Martha rocks slowly in his lap as she nibbles and sucks on his neck, her nose nuzzling at the soft skin behind his ear. John lets his tongue swipe out to taste her. She tastes like soap and fresh rain, something clean about it all. His hands curve around her ass just to feel it (he's used to the delicate, compact curves of Erin, but fuck, he's not thinking of Erin right now). "C'mere," he mumbles and kisses her, finally, his mouth pressing closed against hers before opening, licking at her lips, wanting inside. She pants for breath but again turns her head again, resting her cheek against his for a moment as she catches her breath. As a rule, she doesn't kiss the men she's with unless they're dating... involved... whatever. It helps to differentiate things in her mind. John, well, while she didn't bring him home from the strip club, she can't say its much different. He's a young, horny, inexperienced college boy that is likely overwhelmed by the attention she's been putting on him. It would be really, really wrong of her to get too invested in this. She's sure it can only end badly. She can feel him underneath her, his body starting to pull back away from her and she doesn't want that. Eyes closed, her lips slowly move across his cheek, across his nose until they find his lips and she opens up to him. For a second he thinks that she's really not going to kiss him. His pride is immediately wounded and he starts to push her off of him but obviously she changes her mind and as much as he'd like to stop and ask what's going on, the kissing is very nice and extremely distracting. Martha sucks slow and thorough on his tongue, pulling it into her mouth as her hips begin to move again nice and slow. Her hands are on his biceps as she kisses him deep, nibbling on his tongue before she slowly sinks back onto her thick rug on the floor, pulling John down on top of her. She kisses like a pro - well, okay, maybe that's a bad way to phrase it because he doesn't really want to consider her being a professional at this. But it is hot, her mouth on his, and he lets her guide them both down. She wiggles just a bit underneath him before wrapping a leg around his hips and pulling him down on top of her. She may kiss like a pro but he is no slouch either. Humming into the kiss, Martha starts to giggle when she feels a vibration against her hip bone. "Hey," he says, mumbling and laughing. It takes him another few seconds for it to dawn on him that it actually is his phone that's going off. "Damn." He says, digging into his pocket - which puts his hand very nicely against her thigh - and pulling out the mobile. It's Erin. He hits the silence button and the phone abruptly stops vibrating. He stares at it for another moment and then turns it off completely, dropping it onto the floor beside them and returning to the kiss. Martha doesn't ask who it is, she has a feeling she really doesn't want to know and if her mind was a bit clearer, she would definitely ask/worry about it. Unfortunately, right now she can't think outside of her pants. Standing, she smiles down at John and holds out her hand, helping him up and pulling him further into her flat and towards her bedroom. John takes her hand but as soon as he's on his feet he wraps his arms around her from behind, keeping her from walking anywhere. His hands slide under her shirt - his shirt, really, the sweatshirt - to press against her tummy, He feels cool metal there and grins into her neck, kissing it. "What's this here?" He says, rubbing his thumb in a little circle around her belly button. "Mm, well if you weren't trying to impede things, you could take a look," she teases, walking forward and having him still curled around her back. Laughing, she pushes her ass back and wiggles it into him, rolling it so that it presses against him just right. "Maybe I just wanna take my time." John retorts. "What's the rush? I don't have anywhere to be." He grabs her and lifts her up into the air. It makes her giggle so he does it again, only this time he slides an arm under her knees and holds her cradled in his arms. "Okay, where's the mythical bedroom you seem to be leading me toward so you can have your way with me?" "Through the doorway," she answers, pointing. Wrapping her arms around John's neck, she lets him carry her into the bedroom while she busies herself with his neck, nibbling and biting and licking. "Oof," she bounces on her bed and quickly wraps her hands around his belt buckle. "Where do you think you're going, hm?" "Jesus, you're hotter than hell," He says, eyes sliding over her body. She's still fully dressed, right down to his MIT sweatshirt, but her eyes are bright and excited and her mouth is swollen from the kissing. "I'm not going any damn place, you better believe it." Martha laughs, pulling on John's sweatshirt and tossing it lightly over on to the floor. She stretches her arms above her head, arching her back off of the bed and humming to herself as her tank top begins to ride up her body. John kneels on the end of the bed and slowly leans himself forward until he's over her, his arms straight and palms flat on the bed. He dips his head down to kiss at her tummy where the tank top is exposing her belly button ring. The metal is warm form her skin and he brushes his lips against it. Martha bites her lip as she tries, in vain, to keep from giggling. "Tickles," she mumbles, looking down to watch him tongue her belly button before playing with the ring. "Sorry." He apologizes, kissing her with more pressure to make up for the tickling. "That better?" "Is fine, kinda felt good in a way," she kisses him back enthusiastically. She hasn't kissed someone in a long, long time and it feels nice to slide her tongue alongside his. Grinning, she runs her hands down his back before tugging on his t-shirt, pulling it up and off and throwing it across the room. He sits up and yanks his shirt off and over his head, letting it fall onto the floor. "Better," he says, grinning down at her as he goes for another kiss. Not that he isn't eager to get to the sex bit but he does like kissing, always has. Licking her lips, Martha dives back into it. He's really good, his tongue gently running across her bottom lip and teasing her until she's, quite shamelessly, arching up into him, her mouth open and trying for more. She whimpers softly, hoping to get his lips back on hers and his tongue back in her mouth. His hand slides back around to her ass. It's like a magnet, and yes there is a gravitational pull joke that comes to his mind but he's not entirely sure if commenting on the size of her ass would help get her naked or not so he keeps quiet. She rocks her ass back into his hands slowly, enjoying the feel of his hands through the denim. In not too long she'll have to drive to the club, change and parade around for another men to enjoy her ass, but right now, she's enjoying the one person show. Her nose nuzzles behind John's ear as she begins to suck softly on his earlobe, teasing him with her teeth just a bit. "Something I been thinking about doing for, oh, 'bout a week now..." He says in a low voice, his hand rubbing down her side and over her low slung jeans. He drags his fingertips over the material where it's tight against her inner thigh. "What have you been thinking about doing for awhile now?" She asks back, her voice just as husky. She's fairly certain she knows what he was thinking of... But she wants to hear him say it. Say that he couldn't get her out of his mind. Even strippers liked their egos stroked occasionally. He presses hard between her legs, right against her clit. Her jeans are rough against his knuckles. "Wanna see what you look like naked... wanna take my time and make you come." "That sounds..." she trails off, thinking about it. "That sounds really good." She's rubbing up against him rather shamelessly, blatantly letting him know how good an idea it sounds to her. "Sounds good, huh? Glad to hear that." He rubs a little bit harder. It's just a tease, really - her jeans are too thick for any satisfying sort of sensation to get through. He reaches up with his thumb and starts to edge the metal button through its hole until it pops free, The same thumb nudges her zipper down. "Oh christ you must love to torture me," she growls, her hips bucking up as she flips his button undone and pulls his jeans down and off quickly. "Taking our time, yes, yes I agree but first I want skin." Her mouth latches on to the soft, vulnerable spot where his neck and shoulder meet and she bites down, sucking as her own hands help speed his up at pulling her jeans down and off. He grins at her, cocky. He figures he has every reason to be - she's not even naked yet and he's practically got her begging. He's so the man. He covers her hands with his and helps her slide the jeans off. The last thing he expects to see as plain white cotton panties and he does laugh a bit. "God, never seen sexier granny panties on anyone." He admits, trailing his finger over the elastic band. It really is hot. Groaning, Martha lets her head drop on to the bed. "I have enough of the other ones thanks. And really, I wasn't exactly expecting to run into anyone today, let alone you. Let alone find myself back here. Naked. With company. You want to see me in really sexy underwear? Well, don't worry. All you have to do is ask." He snaps the band against her stomach. "Nah, I think I prefer these." His own jeans hit the floor. He leans up and kisses her neck, rubbing his cock against her thigh. "Somehow, I believe you would," she laughs and arches her neck to him. "Tell me, what do you like Johnny?" She asks as she wraps her legs around John and surprises him, flipping him on to his back. "Or do you just like it all?" She leers down at him as she slips a hand behind her back and undoes the clasps holding her bra on. "I like it all." He says, happy with this new position and the view it will afford him as soon as she lets that bra fall. He reaches up to tug at the straps but she's still holding it in place. "Typical college boy," she teases fondly, smiling down at him as she slowly lets the bra drop and fall off to the side of the bed. Leaning forward, she places her hands on either side of John's head, her breasts swaying in front of his face as she begins to rock into him, grinding their hips together again without the impediment of the thick denim. She's able to feel him, hard through his thin boxers and she grins wider. He really wasn't kidding about his size the other day. He thrusts up against her, his hands reaching out to grab at her breasts. He grunts, plucking at her nipples and hoping to coax another one of those delicious whines out of her. She certainly likes her nipples played with but he will need to do more than that to get her whining and begging again. Leaning back, she rocks her hips harder, riding down into his lap before circling them, still teasing him through the layers of cotton. "So close," she purrs, doing it again. He's starting to see stars behind his eyes and he really doesn't want this over before it begins, so he gently but firmly pushes her hips away from his. He does so under the guise of sliding her panties down her hips, inch by delicious inch, until they are around her thighs. But it looks funny for her to be standing, constricted by her cotton panties, and so she slips them off all the way, kicking them off before rolling onto her stomach and grabbing at him. Grinning devilishly, she jerks down his boxers, pulling his cock out, giving it a few slow strokes before she dips down and suckles the head into her mouth. "Oh, fuck." John gasps. Her mouth is perfect, wet and tight and sucking. His belly tingles and his balls tighten but he sucks in a deep breath and works through the urge to thrust up into her mouth, letting her take her time. She curls her tongue around the head, the tip of her tongue moving to probe at the slit of his cock. Grinning up at him, she runs her mouth down his cock, letting it slide down her mouth and into her throat. "Oh, fuck, that feels good." He says, propping himself up so he can look down at her blowing him. "I know. It's supposed to," she says, popping off of his cock for a moment, stroking him with her hand before swallowing him whole once more. Its been awhile since Martha has done this and it takes her a bit to get used to the right way to do it; how to suck him without it making her gag, where he likes it and how to tease him properly. John has had way more blowjobs than he has sex, but even with what he considers to be a fairly extensive pool of sexual experience for a guy his age, this is by far the best one. He's not sure if it's because every other blowjob he's gotten has either been from an awkward high schooler or a steady girlfriend or if Martha is just that good. She rolls his balls in her hand, one knuckle gently pressing and rubbing just behind them as she goes down on him again. He tastes good. A bit salty but mostly clean with a faint tang of the rain. She breathes deeply and groans in the back of her throat as she moves closer, her mouth still tight around him. When she groans he feels the tiny little vibrations skitter up his shaft. His hips jerk forward, his cock bumping against the back of her throat, unintentional and practically involuntary. He's so responsive to what she's doing that it makes her want to experiment just to see what he would do. She curls her tongue around the fat head, suckling just on it as she looks up at him, her eyes connecting with his. "Fuck, yeah." John groans, squeezing his eyes shut. "Yeah, suck me." Martha giggles a little bit, its a happy giggle as she certainly likes what he said and she takes it to heart, applying more suction as she bobs up and down on his cock. He puts a hand on the back of her neck and presses down, not roughly but a light pressure to let her know that he'd like. She opens her mouth wider, careful of her teeth as she moves her hands off of his hips, letting him know he can thrust up. She just hopes that he doesn't take it too excitedly and gag her. It has been a long, long time since Martha has been with a guy close to her age. She technically swore off all young college boys years ago but with how excitable and responsive John is being, she thinks that that may have been a hasty decision on her part. "You're so good, baby... god, you're so hot, driving me crazy." He groans, thrusting up, his cock throbbing and leaking into her mouth. She finally pulls off, giving him a few licks as his cock continues to weep. Biting her bottom lip, she looks between him and down to his cock and then back up again. She knows he's enjoying her mouth but... she really wants to be fucked right now. He makes a questioning little noise, his hips thrusting up. He wants back into her mouth and lets her know it. Glaring at him, Martha growls, pushing up and crawling over him, holding his arms down above his head. "Think this was a free job for you? Sorry bud, you're gonna have to work it as well," she rolls her hips against his, pushing her panties off to rub against him. "Oh.. oh, I can do that." John says, letting her hold him down. As much as he liked the blowjob, that isn't all he came here for. Smirking, "Can you? Sure about that are you?" She teases him, hips moving sideways, back and forth across his cock, never enough for him. He strokes his fingers down the line of her back, feeling the play of lean muscle underneath the skin as she moves against him. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure about that. I'm gonna fuck you... gonna feel you come." She leans forward more and bites his neck playfully, sucking on the skin before she rolls over to her side and pulls open her nightstand drawer. There are a myriad of fun time activities in her drawer, though most of them are usually solo activities but in the back she has a box of condoms and quickly rifles through for one. "Of course you would be abnormally thick," she mutters, looking again for a bigger one. He smirks, pleased that not only has she obviously noticed his size but that she's actually commenting on it. He's not quite needy enough to utter the words 'how do you like my dick?' but just like any guy, his ego likes to be stoked. She finally finds a large condom and smirks, ripping it open. "Big boy," she teases before pulling the condom out, popping it in her mouth and going back down on John's cock. This trick always takes a bit of maneuvering and she hasn't done it since Tricia taught her how, but it doesn't take too long before she's popped off and the condom is on John's cock. She strokes him a few times, making sure it really is on nice and snug before crawling back up his body. "Holy fuck." John says, laughing and turned on beyond believe as she rolls the condom onto his cock with her mouth. "I don't think I wanna know where you learned that." "One of the girls actually," Martha admits, her tongue running over the mark on John's neck. "A room full of girls practicing on dildos. You may have liked it actually. You're the first live subject I've actually tried... Almost made me gag too." "So you girls just have dildos laying around...?" John asks, momentarily distracted by that thought. "Well, we have dressing rooms and we do keep some personal items in the rooms. And sometimes, well, nature of the job is every so often you can get turned on... need to take care of some things." "Yeah?" He smirks, remembering just how turned on she got the last time he saw her. The thought makes his cock twitch and reminds him that while memories are all well and good he does have Martha naked and pressed against him right he. He nudges her onto his back and reaches down, rubbing two fingers between her legs. His hard, latex covered cock jumps impatiently. "Damn, you're wet for me." "Probably get even wetter too if you'd actually put it in me," she pants, her hips riding up on his fingers and rubbing against him. John reaches down and grips his cock, rubbing the tip of it from her clit down to her hole just to see her squirm some more. She doesn't disappoint him. He sucks in a breath and holds it while he pushes into her. God, it feels so fucking good - tight and warm and yes, sex is sex, but this is still different from any of the sex he's had with Erin and somehow the sensations coursing through his body reflect that. "Oooh fuck," Martha groans, eyes squeezing shut. "Stop... stop, wait..." She pants, biting her bottom lip and shifting her hips a bit. "Jesus, fuck," she groans. It has been a bit since Martha actually had sex and even the last few times she did... Well, they certainly weren't as wide as John. He's pushing and stretching her open with his cock and she needs a few moments to try and collect herself. John reaches down and kisses her. It isn't the first time he's had someone ask him to take it slow to begin with, and he's done enough locker room comparisons to know why. "Just lemme know when, if you want me to stop, if..." Stopping would pretty much kill him now but if she did ask him, he would. He's fairly certain though that she won't. "Just... moment," her head tips back as she takes deep breaths, relaxing bit by bit. "Jesus boy," she laughs, her voice giddy before she looks down at where he is pushing in to her. "That thing is fucking massive." It feels so good to be inside of her and it's so hard to not move. He leans down and kisses her shoulder, rubs his lips against her nipple while he tries to distract himself. Finally relaxed enough, she nuzzles against him, her lips dragging across his cheek. "Yeah, go on. Move love." He pulls out almost all the way and then thrusts back in slowly, watching her face to make sure that it's really okay, that he isn't hurting her. He finds her mouth with his and kisses her long and deep while he starts to fuck her. She groans, long and low. He's stretching her wide open, or at least it feels that way. Pushing into her just right, she arches her back up off of the mattress to encourage more. "Oh christ you feel so fucking good in me." This time he keeps going until he's as far in her as he possibly can be. His balls are right up against her ass and he can feel every inch of her hot pussy around his cock. "Couldn't possibly be as good as you feel to me." Her legs have locked around him, holding him so tightly to her, not letting him leave. "No, I'm pretty sure I know," she whimpers breathlessly. Its never felt quite so good and she lets out a small broken whimper as she begins to rock against him. He lifts his body off of hers marginally and begins to pump into her. His face presses against her neck and he starts making open-mouthed little grunts. "Feels good, so fucking good, oh, fuck, baby, fuck!" Martha is loving it and is totally into it, her fingernails on his back and thrusting back and moaning when she realises that John has stopped moving and talking. He's stilled on top of her, panting for breath. "Uh, John?" She asks softly, worried that somethings wrong as they were really picking up a rhythm there. "Shit. Shit." John says, still panting, still reeling, cock twitching inside of her. "Fuck. Shit." She must realize what happens, because she lets out a groan that is both disappointed and very demanding. "You were just too hot, baby, I couldn't... I couldn't stop in time." Letting her head fall back, she groans again. Maybe this was why she said no college boys... "Shit." She agrees, not really glaring at John, he's too cute to get mad at him for it. She's just frustrated. And really horny now. He reaches down, shifting slightly but not pulling out of her, and rubs at her clit. He's embarrassed but not so much that he's going to sulk up or bolt on her. "Still gonna take care of you, beautiful." She smiles softly, chuckling. She really can't be frustrated with him. "You better," she tries to say sternly but fails. Nuzzling the side of his face, she presses her lips to the corner of his, her tongue peeking out just a bit to tease his lips. He rubs fast and hard, his finger slipping off frequently but moving right back to it. He's trying to remember everything that he's picked up from what past girlfriends have liked and what they didn't like. She rolls her hips, grinding and rubbing against his fingers as she tries to get back to that spot. She can still feel John in her, its a bit different from before as he's no longer pushing and thrusting and hard but she feels full and has his fingers working on her so its close. He uses his other hand on her breasts, rubbing and pinching her nipples. He's already come but it was too soon and he still feels unsatisfied, still wanting her. Purring, Martha arches and stretches into both of his hands, enjoying the way they feel on her. Moaning, she begins to feel that familiar burn as she pushes down, trying to get more on her. He likes watching her up close, feeling and seeing things in a way he never would have if he were still working for his own orgasm. Of course, he would still prefer the sex last longer than five minutes, but... he's still horny and he is just barely 20 so he's pretty sure he'll be able to get it back up any minute now. The feeling is already gathering, tugging at his balls, he's just waiting for his body to catch up. "Yesssss," Martha pants. "Right there, right there," she bites her bottom lip and purrs. Feeling decadent and a bit deviant and really turned on. She's gasping, sweat glistening on her forehead, her body moving like something serpentine against his fingers. He's half hard already inside of her and pretty soon she'll notice but he wants to make her come like this first. She hooks her legs tighter around John again, grinding up into his hand shamelessly as she works towards that orgasm. She's so close, can almost feel it. Grunting and whining, she keeps moving until her entire body is shaking and she's throwing her head back, groaning long and low as she comes. "Fuck, yeah, come for me, come on my cock," John says, soothing her through it with little touches to her clit and throbbing pussy, rubbing at her lips where she's wrapped around him. Gasping, she arches and jerks underneath him. Her whole body is moving and throbbing and she wants more of it. "Fuck yes!" She moans loudly. "Yeah, you like that huh, baby?" He kisses her distracted mouth and rubs his hand over her hip. Growling, Martha surges up and rolls him over, suprising him. She is no slouch in bed and rarely just lays there and lets the other person do everything. "Mm, liked it a lot." She replies, her hips snapping and rolling. "Notice you liked it too," she leans back, one hand on the bed as she begins to ride him. "Yep." He smirks, grabbing her breasts as he thrusts up into her. "Oh. Heh, gotta love that college-boy recovery time," she pants, leaning back further so John can watch as his cock disappears up into her pussy as she fucks him. His hands grip her waist as he plans his feet on the bed and slams into her. "Yeah, least it's good for soemething." "Oh christ yes. Do me like that baby, just like that!" She's grabbing a hold of the headboard, her knuckles turning white as she holds on while he fucks up into her hard. "Come on, harder, harder.... Come on baby, make me feel it later." John grabs her around the middle and shifts his body upward until he's halfway sitting. She's on his lap, squirming and grinding and fucking herself on him. "Yeah, come on, baby, just like that." Having already come once, he knows he'll be able to hold out longer and he plans on making her come as many times as he can before he loses it again. Martha groans to herself as she spins around the pole. Having really, really athletic (albeit fantastic) sex right before work might not have been the best decision on her part. Gripping the pole harder, she flips herself upside down and shakes her legs. She left John sleeping rather contentedly in her bed, surrounded by blankets and pillows and looking... really, really good there. She has left him a note, letting him know where she went when she left (though she assumes he would have known) and is really hoping that he will stop by tonight. He is stuck in her mind, and she feels like she's still buzzing from an addiction and needs another hit. It's early evening when John wakes up. He sits on the edge of Martha's bed reading her note and grinning. He's sore and needs a shower, so he helps himself to her hot water. Luckily she has shampoo and soap that doesn't smell too entirely girly. though definitely more feminine than Erin and her sandalwood scented things... he's actually just got his own shampoo in Erin's shower now. Thinking of Erin reminds him of the phone call that he ignored earlier. He sighs and heads into the living room with the towel wrapped around his waist, hair still wet and standing on end. Baloo is sprawled out on the couch and lifts his huge head to blink lazily at John. "Back to it," John says to the dog, who obeys - lowering his head and going right back to sleep. John fishes the phone out from under a pile of clothes and grimaces. Oh well - might as well bite the bullet and call.

"Who is he?" That's what I'm asking. A simple question with Cloud, Barrett and the rest at the 70th floor of the Shinra Headquarters, where the body of President Shinra was discovered. The sound of whirring engines fills the air as I look to the window. The chopper approached and landed on soft ground, with Palmer running off outside the building as the young man in a white suit emerged. "Vice President Rufus. The President's son. I heard that he's been assigned somewhere else for a long time..." "I've heard that no one's ever seen him bleed or cry..." "I wonder what sort of person he is..." I've heard the name Rufus Shinra once before; Barrett's words ring like a bell in my ear. I didn't even know until recently that the slain President had a son. I briefly looked over the information available about him; his personality, charisma, egoistical nature, and dignity all shone through. And, of course, maybe even most of all, I found he has no feelings of love for his father. But my eyes went attentive with suspicion as the President's son stood before us. "My old man tried to control the world with money...But, I do things differently. I'll control the world with fear..." His words were spoken with an arrogant but smooth manner as he walked towards me. He stared at me for a moment before approaching the next listener one by one. I paused as I stood watching him while he continued his speech. He flipped his hair like a pompous, rich bastard. His white business suit with a matching jacket over a white shirt instilled an aura of almost divine quality, as his short blonde hair gleamed like pure gold. The thin, masculine youth of his face was clean-cut and hard boned; the jawline strong and the mouth finely sharp – so sensitive and sensual. His light hue skin illuminated with a delicate and brightened glow and his icy blue gaze, which had stared at me so daring, blazed with a sheer brilliance. There was a vividness about them that I found intensely arousing. As Cloud warned us to clear out of the building. I began to run, but I couldn't help but spin round to catch a glimpse of Rufus Shinra's prying eyes following me as I left before he turned back to my childhood friend. I've never felt like this. It was too disturbing, the way he kept staring at me. But at the moment that followed, I suddenly understood, and my emotions shocked me; whenever I was in his presence, I felt... Being an AVALANCHE member, I felt my blood pound through my veins with hatred for everything; SOLIDER, Mako Reactors, Shinra, Sephiroth. I hated them all. All those precious moments that I held so dear I had been destroyed by them. I keep fighting on and on against the Shinra Company; spreading their hold to the entire world and stealthily taking over every aspect of the Planet. They used Mako energy as an electrical source to gain power and to line their own pockets with gold, while our world did nothing but suffer. The more I thought about it, the more hatred I felt. I hated them for destroying the Planet; I hated them for sabotaging Sector 7 and killing so many innocent people. And I hated it...I hated myself for my trembling state, brought upon by the mere gaze of the President's son, looking at me with those clear, blue eyes; the eyes of a panther who's about to spring on its prey. * * * On the days during the inauguration celebration at Junon, Barrett and the others split us up to avoid getting caught. Before re-meeting, at the harbor, I was passed and surrounded by an applauding crowd. I was trapped and being carried forward by the mass of people all around me as if I were being pushed towards the shore like a rip current. I felt protected as I shoved away from them and freed myself onto the sidewalk. Third Class SOLDIER marched in goose-steps with their guns propped against their shoulders down the main streets of the parade. They were followed by a roofless limo as President Rufus Shinra stood up, smiling and waving at the people. He was a young man so magnificent, so noble that I was almost drawn into a trance. The soft winds tossed with golden hair, and his white suit was so immaculately clean. I could see the masculine beauty of his tall, slender body, so beautiful. An all too real feeling swelled inside me, an impulse of sensuality flaming through my body. My breath paused as the new President barely turned and saw a stranger within–at me. The procession stopped for a moment as our eyes met again. His smile became warm, and soon he was staring at me, my body becoming completely still as if our eyes held a connection that could not be broken. And then it was gone as Rufus Shinra smiled broadly, waving once again as the car moved slowly away through the streets. The spell broke, as the image of his face left abruptly, like waking up from a dream. But then I shivered–not from the winds of the open Junon Bay, but the intensity again. I had allowed myself to watch him again, letting my eyes roam over his face and body. Impatiently and hesitatingly, I shook my head before I headed to the harbor before the parade came to an end. * * * Days had passed while I had blacked out into slumber. I remember that fateful day as Sephiroth had received the Black Materia by Cloud's hands on the Northern Crater. Then WEAPON was released from its sleep on every Continent, one of them flying off with a powerful force as I collapsed from the violent waves. Darkness and silence...all I remembered were my worries for Cloud. He is revealing his whole truth, with all the pain and guilt. Cloud, where are you...what have you done? That dream in strange darkness when I was alone; it was different and euphemistic. A stranger in a white suit came closer behind me. His hands were on my shoulders as I sighed in a shuddered breath. I could feel the touch of his hot breath against my bare neck; his tongue licked slowly and enticingly across my skin. I shivered from his touch as I whimpered as if I was going to collapse. Our bodies pressed each other tighter; he pulled me from behind as I could feel both hands glide over my bare ribs, and then under my shirt. And there, he cupped both of my breasts. He squeezed me hard, pinching my erected nipples between his fingers. I forced myself and cried in delight and moaned deeply, giving shivers down my spine. "Tifa...say something to me." Yes, that soft and smooth but harsh voice, murmured against my ear. His kisses with hot breath devoured my skin as I shuddered in elation. "Please...take me." I leaned against him as I could feel the hardness of his length between my legs, pressing and rubbing my buttocks. My breath trembles with gasps and whimpers as my eyes closed. And I can feel the touch again of his one hand lifting my skirt and pulling down my panties, then he followed; his erected length thrusting inside me roughly, his hand grabbed my pelvis to pull and rub me harder and tighter, his other hand was under my shirt as he cupped and squeezed my breast. I cried out. I cried for mercy as he impaled me with more pleasure and pain. Harder, faster, and deeper as my body dissolved into oblivion... My eyes flew open as I suddenly awoke, I stretched and yawned like a six-year-old, wiped the sleep from my eyes and exhaled deeply: I was lying on a laboratory table. I glanced around slowly and realized that I was in a different room. It was surrounded by the bright lights at dawn. And I could see the windows were overlooking the harbor. "You're awake, Miss Lockhart." A rich and smooth voice of a male behind me sounded as I stood up and turned around in surprise. "You've slept for seven days." And there he was: President Rufus Shinra, standing at the window, watching the horizon of the Junon harbor and above in the sky, a large crater glowing like an artificial sun; Meteor: The Calamity of the Sky that Sephiroth had summoned. I gazed at him where he stood, so intriguing and fascinating in rapture. His hands were behind his back. His slim body was spreading with its streams of the sun's rays...the image of the same man envelopes me inside. It was my dream as I compared him; I was possessed with fiery lust and adoration...in my dreams. I wanted me-in my dream, I wanted to feel his hard, lean body against my own, the spring of silver-gold hair against the palms of my hands, and that voice...the soft, rich, velvety voice murmuring my name. In fact, I wanted him; badly. But Hell! What in Gaia was I doing? In the grip of anger, I watched him with fury. It was a moment of madness because he was my enemy, and he would remain so. "Looks like your friends have escaped without you," he explained. I climbed down from the table, but I lost my precarious balance on my knees from dizziness and passed out. But I was grabbed safety by the young President's hands who held both of my arms and stood towards me. I rose instinctively with his icy blue eyes meeting mine again. So tempting, illuminated with a hunger surrounding me. "Stay away from me." My spell broke, and I pushed away from him as I leaned back on the table. "Take it easy, Miss Lockhart." "Stop calling that!" I spat again. He smirked at me. "So, what should I call you then, Tifa?" I rose at him furiously. "I don't care about my name. Besides, I'm your worst enemy, not a society girl, Mr. President–." "Calm down, what if I call you, Miss Terrorist." he teased. "Is that what you want?" I paused, then gave up and spun away from him, still crippled from the man beating words at me. I said nothing, and without any doubt, my stomach twisted as he still watched me. He walked to the other side of the table and sat behind me. "I've seen a lot of activity for blowing up one of the reactors from a woman like you." "So you've been checking all the information about me on one of your delicate files," I sneered. "...let me guess Midgar's Most Wanted list?" His grin faded. I've never seen this man...so silent and brooding. It was fortunate that I felt so cool and indifferent as I had intended. "You should have seen what happened out there." His questions calm and cautious in manner. "You should have known about it: about you and your rebel friends." "I'm doing this for the sake of the Planet." I answered, glancing at him. "For killing thousands of innocent people?" "I've never harmed anyone." "And what about Sector 7?" "I wasn't responsible for that: it was a setup, and we were framed as scapegoats," I said hotly. "You know why? Because it was that scheming, murderous greedy bastard daddy of yours. Are you still following in his footsteps and doing the same thing?" He stood up abruptly and walked away from me. "I have nothing to do with this incident or the Old Man's. And I'm doing this is to keep this Planet alive." "All you want is to control the world with fear." I corrected it in a firm tone. "You have a good memory, Miss Lockhart." I scoffed as Rufus continued. "We're both on the same path to save and defend the Planet. Don't you see." "And what makes you think you can defend the Planet, Mr. President? You saw what happened out there. How can you handle the responsibility to speak to the people?" "I will make an announcement soon." He exhaled gloatingly. "It's not the end of the world yet. Not just yet." I wanted to calm down and try to reply, but the words wouldn't come as I turned to him. I could feel the sense of power ravage me. I thought as long as I waited for the relief of foolishness- but it did not come. "Then, why are you here?" I asked as I rose. The President didn't turn to me, yet. "You'll be executed in public tomorrow." "Is this the trial before the execution?" "Not quite." Then he turned to me with his blue eyes, capturing my own. "I came here to see you." My heart jumped at his words. I swallowed as I tried to speak. Tensions burst with butterflies in my stomach. "What?" I stammered. And subsequently, Rufus Shinra walked towards me. "It's more of an excuse than an interrogation." And he moved closer to me. "Let me help you, Tifa." He murmured softly. "Help me?" "A compromise." He answered. "Or what I call it...a proposition. I want you to understand what this proposition is, and I've decided to retain a deal with you for this right now." "You mean that you were helping me out of here?" "Is that what you want? Then yes." "Why are you doing this?" I restated in question, steadied and subdued, with my eyes rising slowly to his. His piercing eyes were intense–I felt my blood heat on my face. Rufus stood, his body between me and the table. "You know what I came for..." His voice was soft and low as his hand stroked my hair then my cheek. His smile was seductive, and he moved closer to me so that I stood against him with his fingers touching my lower lip. For a moment when he was with me, I was lulled by his words. The pleasure of his fingers running over my skin from my collarbone, my bare neck, and to the base of my breastbone: the touch, oh! The touch of his fingers moves gently through my body as I want his own. I want it so much. I want him to lean down to kiss me... "No!" My spell broke again as I turned my face swiftly. I walked slightly away from him. "I can't...we can't!" A great shudder ran through my body. I could almost faint from the man who began to seduce me. "Why are you doing this to me? I..." I stammered without looking at him. Shit, I've screwed up. "I am wrong to let you do this...you've shouldn't touch me." His smile broke; he was standing in front of me as awkwardly afraid again. "Where is that strength of yours? Don't you trust me?" I stood without moving away from him. "Trust you?" I choked. "How could I trust you?" "I don't want to hurt you or cause any trouble. You were responsible for causing uproar in the people of Midgar, Miss Lockhart." His voice was cautious and domineering. "Do you understand?" "Then, you have to kill me instead." He looked at me, and silently he flipped his hair. I was quiet and didn't move. The silence stretched between us, but he knew it would have to come to an end. "Barrett told me everything about you...what you are," I said with my heart aching. "You're my worst enemy, Mr. President. Your company sucked up everything to keep our Planet alive. Ruined and drained every ounce of flesh and blood to leave the whole world to die. And what's worse, Meteor is slowing down as our Planet's doomed very soon. And no one, I repeat. No one will ever save us." "Then who'll be saving us then? You and your group?" I didn't say anything for an answer, and I was too afraid to answer back. I missed Cloud...I'd missed him since the last time I saw him alive at the Northern Cave where he was manipulated by Sephiroth's wrath. That made me confused; he's telling the whole truth about us, the memories where we were kids on a starry night on a water tower at Nibelheim, before he left to Midgar where he enlisted as SOLDIER. How could the man who killed Papa, also toy with Cloud as a puppet? Cloud, you have to tell me the whole truth and let me help you. "Cloud...you jerk," I whispered to myself in a light sob. "Please where the hell are you–" "I understand now." His voice became smooth. My eyes focused on him as he walked away from me. "I know how you feel...about him." "He's my friend..." I corrected him in a weak tone. "...my best friend. I know Cloud's not dead. I can feel it. I care for him very much because he's in great pain." "Do you love him?" The sound of his resentful voice fills me with shudders of anguish and relief. I felt the need to refuse to answer; I've lost Cloud, from the time he disappeared when Meteor came from its heavens. Cloud's and my own paths crossed in our memories but not the false memories that betrayed us. For him, he'd never spoken a single word with bitter tears and anger. The President stood at the window with his hands behind his back. He was watching the last landscape of the Junon seas before the threat of imminent holocaust began. He allowed himself to feel what he felt, what I felt before anger and envy washed through. And, resultantly, he was a man who could control the world without fear. "What about you, Rufus Shinra. Is there any person you've cared about?" I asked. "You don't have any feelings yourself?" "I've had no feeling in my entire life, Miss Lockhart." He sneered. "Nothing more, nothing less." "So, you're nothing but an arrogant, selfless bastard then?" I smirked with a huff. "You're right." I could hear his breath exhale triumphantly. "You've heard my speeches?" "But why?" I expounded a puzzled look on my face. "What kind of a person chooses fear?" He chuckled quietly. "I've chosen it. A little fear will be useful with other people and your rebel friends. Make no mistake, Miss Lockhart. I have the right to take everything in the whole world where every possible. Everything I've ever imagined. And I will take any situation from a reckless and weakling who refuses anything. And that is my responsibility." "I understand." I agreed, but my eyes blazed in my face, clenching my fist in anger and began to hit him. "You're not just a human, but a monster like your father!" Now I wasn't afraid of him: As an animal prowls on its prey, I quickly swift my arm then my legs as but his ducked so quickly and stepped back. His brooding eyes gazed at mine as he moved towards me while I put my arms to duck and defend myself from attacking me. And as I whipped him back, twisting and turning as he defends himself. He was so fast then he was moving, off-script, and involuntary, ready to grab me. I parry, but I stumbled after Rufus bested me as my face stern with fierce valiance. I was used by deception and shame. I drew my fist hard to hit his handsome face, but his quick reflexes soon had my wrist held tight. I took my other fist, but it was too late, and that too was soon taken in his strong hand. His grip was exceedingly tight, and I felt like he was crushing me. "Let go of me!" I spat at him, as I struggled away from him. "I said, let go of me! You sick bastard!" He was so strong when he pulled against me, twisting both of my arms behind me as I gasped in pain and pushed me back to the laboratory table. I had to fight him back, but I was too weak. "Do you know why I am an arrogant and selfless bastard, Miss Lockhart?" He said in a menacing but seductive tone, and he pulled me closer with his icy blue eyes sharpened. "I have no feelings, with the way my Old Man treated me: well, I'm not like him. I'm a man of virtue, with my ability to accumulate possessions, and I'm also very insensitive and unimaginative. I'm also a human without reason, but I'm not some kind of a monster or a mass murderer like my father. But my feelings, they're because of you, Tifa Lockhart. The first time I met you before the Planet is about to end. Whatever, you're not just a terrorist, but a human being. I'm the only one who let you escape from the headquarters, and then I kept an eye on you in disguise without calling my men whilst you were at the cargo ship where Sephiroth was on board. Everything. All I want to do is to help you. And I don't know why maybe I was half-mad or crazy, perhaps that's why I'm doing this. Now you know, Miss Lockhart. I want you to understand why I came to see you and the compromise to save your life. Right here, right now! It's your choice: your life in the gas chamber or your life is for me and our Planet?" "Then I choose to be executed!" I recoiled, my eyes blazing in my stricken but stern face. "Can you justify your death?" "It's my duty as AVALANCHE, Mr. President." I hissed. "It's for the Planet's honor!" "Then to hell with both!" He thundered as I cried out in protest, he freed one hand and seizing the back of my head, pressed his mouth to mine: so hard, powerful, unyielding as I struggled with my fist beating on his chest. I had to push him away violently, but he was too strong and pulled me back. I could feel his physical desire for me, and it was too much to bear. His excitement had entered me. I was so weak. So weak that I couldn't stand any longer, I was filled with dismay, shame, pain, and guilt. And for the sake of my friends...and Cloud. Abandoned, I was alone, alone with the man that had thwarted me, forcing his body to mine. He pushed me back against the laboratory table as he caught hold of one of my wrists then the other, pinning them high above my head with one hand. Then with the other, he unbuckled and pulled out his belt from his pants: pulling the strap tightly around my wrists and tied me tightly to the lower bar of the table. It was so tight that I couldn't even try to move my arms. "You can't do this! Let me go!" I raised my voice before I began to scream across the room. "Let me go–" But I was silenced by his covering hand. “No one will hear or see us, you'll see. This room was made to be soundproof with no cameras. I assured you." Rufus said with a soft, low, and dark whisper to my ear, I felt his hot breath on my skin. "Now then, I'm going to show you just how much I trust you." "Please...don't you dare come near me–" Then all of a sudden, his hands slid slowly onto my bare stomach, then traveling the swell of my breasts slowly. I jerked and struggled against him, but he climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. “Keep your hands away from me, you sick bastard!" I cried, panic rising as I looked away from him, “NO!” He slipped both of his hands under my white shirt and slid round to cup both of my breasts. Pinching my nipples painfully hard between his fingers as I gave out a muffled cry with furious anger and pain, tears burn on my eyes. Patiently, Rufus's warm hands were moving the shirt up to expose my bare breasts. He was silent, the way he looked at my half nakedness: my breasts lifted when my arms raised, my nipples went hard and erected, and I felt shivers on my skin in goosebumps...was it me? Or was it cold around this room? ”Beautiful,” He said softly as he’s smiling slowly, reaching a hand to caress the curve of my breasts. “So delicately beautiful, you are.” "Don't touch me." I whimpered in a weak tone of voice. Still, I stared at the opened window. "God, please don't touch me..." "You don't have to be afraid, my dear Tifa." He said knowingly, still caressingly my skin with his slim fingers tracing around my nipple. "I will never harm you. I want to touch you like this." His working hands explore my skin, glided across so slowly. I gasped with a moan as Rufus's fingers pinched my nipples again, so painful the way he tortured me from the beginning. Then slowly, he lowered his mouth to my skin from my ribcage and my stomach, exploring with his hot lips and moist tongue. Oh, God! I gasped again; it was like a shock running through my body. I'd never felt the touch of his tongue like this, so feverish and delicious. "Let me taste you..." He whispers and soft moans with his working mouth savoring the swell of my breast. His ministrations increased as his fevered tongue found my erect nipple. He teased in circles on the areola, savoring the taste and sensations. Then he sucked it harder and nibbled with his teeth, I cried in pain and my eyes shut with tears, before succumbing with soft whimpers and moans. "Please...don't...touch...me..." My voice went timid with a whisper, and I gasped with the panted breath, as I said those words again and again. But this time, my words were adding more differently as he relished my body again...deeply and slowly with kisses. ''...oh...touch me...' And then I understood now why I wanted it so badly. And it was like a dream. Please devour my body again as you please, Rufus Shinra...touch–be inside of me right now. He slithered down to my body: from my stomach to navel by the tracing heat of his mouth and tongue, and he finally moves back to the edge of the table with both hands holding my knees in case I was about to struggle or kick him. I had no choice of escape, and he wasn't going to let me go. Both his hands were on my thighs, lingering inside my skirt, sliding his fingers into my panties as I began to shake. "Don't move." He murmured, his hooded eyes bored into mine. "Oh God, please..." I whimpered softly...softly as I panted my breath, my body was hungry for him. "Please...I'm not ready!" "Don't be afraid, Tifa." Rufus silenced me as his finger slipped into me slowly. "I'm not going to hurt you...not now or ever. Try to say something to me, I'm doing this for you...trust me." "I...I can't." "Try." His hot breath touched my inner thigh. "Say something simple to me, my Tifa. Say something to me..." Then closer...deeper as he slid up my skirt. I moaned deliberately as I felt the strange and strong sensation: that sensation came from the powerful pulse between my legs, aching me. And it was throbbing faster inside me...so wet, hot and ready. I whimpered like a child with my trembling breath, and it went harder on edge. I can feel his fingers pulling my panties down, very slowly, down to my ankles and free. "Please..." I repeatedly whispered with my eyes closed. "Please...touch me." My mind drifting out to the dark abyss of unconsciousness. I was aware that he was ready for me, prepared for the next move as I was ignited with fire on my body. He opened my legs very wide, with his warm tongue stroking and tasting the juncture of my thighs. I could hardly breathe...and then it happened...I could feel his heat! I gasped out as I was hit with sheer ecstasy, with more shivers and moans and cries as his tongue explored my sensitive pearl between my thighs: sliding through my wet folds. I cried again as if I felt my first climax approach. Then he opened my folds with both of his thumbs whilst he sucked my pearl harder and harder as my head spun, and I became unable to breathe. Whimpering, moaning, sobbing...all the burning pleasure I cried it out. "Please...taste me...oh!" Oh, yes. I can't believe the cries are lifting in more pleasure and pain. I can't think for the first time I've never felt this fiery lust with a man. And the words I've spoken...it's like I was a slave to my beloved master. His hands spread one of my thighs wider than the other, grabbed my calves, and placed them on his shoulders. His working tongue still exploring as he moved down slowly and inserting my tight entrance with a swift movement, with the tip of his nose rocked gently against my swollen clit. "Please...I'm...oh, please...don't! Ah!" I screamed in an orgasmic cry for the first time, as my back arched into a violent frenzy, with both his hands gripping against my upper leg, then my torso to hold me still. My arms struggled to be set free, to dig into his hair, to pull him closer, but the belt was too tight and robust around my wrists. My head swam unconsciously aroused, driving myself into the deep as I couldn't breathe. My second climax was coming so close, so close, and then I cried in agonizing joy and delight as I felt my hot release has come out to his welcoming mouth. Rufus Shinra...what sort of a person could control the world with pleasure rather than fear? A man who nobody's ever seen bleed or cry, but in human desire. A desire made of blood in his veins. His desire controls every moment of strong instinct and lust. A sort of a person who intensely and feverishly tastes with his tongue inside me... He rose after he kissed the bud of sensitive flesh and stared at me in silence. My blurry eyes fluttered from drowning pleasure and shuddered breath. I looked at him; three strands of his golden blond hair were hanging down over his forehead, irradiated by the brightened glow of his hair. His pale face dampened with sweat. He just stared at me without flipping his hair away from his eyes. His smile was absent, with his mouth moistened from his earlier pursuit. I felt the intensity of his eyes made beneath the ice with fire. He was watching me touch me more self-control. There would be complications, however. I badly wanted him, so badly, so badly to taste my sensitive flesh still throbbing: without rejections, guilt, and shame. "Please..." I whispered as my legs opened wider, trembling. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me. "...fuck me." I watched quietly as Rufus carefully removed his white trench coat and set it down on the other table. Then followed his vest, slipped it out, and then his black tie and shirt to expose his bare skin. Finally, he unzipped his pants and lowered them down to his legs. My innocent eyes seduced with lust in a moment to this naked angel. He was so impossibly beautiful and flawless. His ivory skin almost strikingly radiated, his slender and sculpted body, from chest to torso–gleamed in the sun's rays. His length was hard, rigid, and ready...as I watched him strikingly dumbfounded, watching the beauty over the male's delicate and statuesque form. It was one of those concupiscence moments for the first time in my entire life, and I understood that President Rufus Shinra wanted my body, my heart, and my soul ultimately. He climbed back on the edge of the table to join me. His whole nakedness welcomed me with his warm erection against my upper thigh. I watched him without struggling or pushing away from him. My eyes connected with his, skin against skin, his hips met mine. And I could swear I even felt his heartbeat pulsing against my chest. Our bodies embraced, we could feel the tension rising; it was like entering into the heart of euphoria. His hands pulled my hips together. "Please...inside me," I said in a soft whimper with tears in my eyes. I wanted him so badly... He entered me: gently, slowly inside me as I gasped deeply with a whimper. I could feel his hard flesh stabbing inside my tightened walls, and it was so warm and slithering slick...God in heaven. So warm and slick, like I was drifting in a vortex of wild passion. It was my first time, you see. I'd never felt heady lovemaking like this, so intense, willful, and extremely agonizing. My eyelids fluttered to meet his face: he was agitated with convulsive pain, his tears streaked his cheeks. Then his eyes opened and looked at me, concentrating the tremors inside his body, moving up and down with my hardened nipples rubbing against his bare chest, slick and slippery with soaking sweat. "I want to hear the pleasure with your mouth open, my sweet Tifa." he said with a hoarse voice. My breath trembled with an involuntary moan. I felt his throbbing phallus now pressing against my swollen clit: his body moving down during the inward stroke, then upward and outward. Again and again. Each stroke, I was afflicted with flames. "Rufus...I...ah fuck!" I can feel the penetration and the friction inside my sensitive flesh. My head spins, whimpering, moaning with gasping cries. "Don't..." "Tifa...say it to me." He whispered as he moaned with his loin thrusting and stroking me again in slow motion. But then, he moved fast in the same manner. "Please..." I trembled as I barely met him. "...kiss me." He seized my mouth once again. His tongue is roaming around inside me as I could taste myself on his wet lips: unpleasant but tantalizingly sweet. Our kisses are becoming more hungry in desperation as I looked into his eyes and the fire raging within him. I have no choice. I gave my innocence and my virginity to him. So I followed him as I wrapped my legs around his, concentrating my movement as my hands gripped tightly onto the leather belt. I rocked my hips upward as he moved downward, again and again. Higher and higher. Our movement focused on our pelvises with more heat and ache. Our strokes building with power every time. I've never done this before...oh, God! The heat...I can feel the heat. "Please...take me." I wanted him so badly as I felt the hot itch between my legs, higher and higher as I moved upward with my back arched against the table, higher and higher as he pulled my hips to ride his rhythm. I loved him...I loved him as I ride him more with flames... We moved as fast as we could. All the heat and the ache. Our bodies rocking each other ignited like wildfire. It was remarkable. Painful. Uncontrollable. Faster, harder, and slicker. The same movements and strokes. Again and again with more heat of aches and bliss. Again and again, as I helped him do it by opening my lower thighs wider. Again and again, as I could hear the slippery sounds of sweat and the mass of inserted pain slamming between our legs. I screamed in a third climax as I begged him to impale me deeper and harder as our pelvises rubbed faster against each other. I wanted it. I wanted more. "Oh God...don't stop!" I let out a howl of agony, begging him to force me. Harder. Faster. Deeper. "Please...love me, Rufus! Yes!" "Tifa...I..." he moaned louder with gasping breath. "….love...aah god, Tifa..." And we started our final climax. Letting it come at us, as both of us were screaming and gasping for air before he jerked his hips and rocked me, both of us calling our names. Letting it come...letting it come as my body went into spasms with a muffled shriek. Finally, we made it, our strong and intense climax of blazing passions was mind-blowing. We cry as Rufus arched his body shudders violently, then ascending me while his pelvis stabbing deeper to my final spot - releasing his own hot desire inside me. My eyes fluttered and met his icy blue eyes; he looked down at me as I was moaning beneath him, panting my breath, my face wet with tears and beaded with sweat. I felt unconsciously free of wild ecstasy, and I was dissolving, fading, collapsing from the intense shock that he gave me. His body began to descend, and his muscles went limp. He laid on top of me as he buried his face in the crook of my sweaty neck, panting his breath against my skin. He untied my wrists, and then I was free. I couldn't move my arms as they fell numb and limp, I sobbed softly with pain at my sore muscles. "I'm sorry, my Tifa." Rufus shushed me with a soft, apologetic whisper. "I'm so sorry..." I looked at him with his bright blue eyes and gave a simple smile as I gently kissed him...I accepted him. We rest in a while as the room was warm and silent, and it's enhanced the late afternoon sun's rays slowing down. Rufus stared at me longer, resting his weight on his arms on either side of my head. His fingers gently wiping my tears, he gave me a genuine smile, and his forehead embraced mine... Until the sound of an intercom buzzed around the room. "Mr. President." A second buzz sounded as Heidegger's baritone voice spoke into the intercom. "The press has arrived at your request." He stared at me silently before his smile broke. He moved away from me and climbed down from the laboratory table as he stood up. I was still lying with my body relaxed and limp on the table. I turned on my side as I watched him naked with his ivory skin embraced by the rays of sunlight. He pulled up his pants and his black shirt to cover his bare chest and tucked it inside of his pants, he fastened his necktie and layered his black vest. He finished layer to layer with his long coats, then fastened his belt, and fixed his hair. He pulled out his handkerchief to wipe off his dampened sweat on his face and his neck. He was finished dressing casually, so dazzling, just like the first time I glimpsed him at the top of the Shinra Headquarters. He glanced at me as he opened the drawer and pulled out a blanket. He walked toward me and covered my limp body, before running his finger down my cheeks and brushing away the dampened strands of my hair behind my ear that fell into my eyes. Rufus closed his eyes for a while, then exhaled gently as he blinked at me. "I shall leave you alone." He said calmly with his finger stroking my cheek and my lips. "I'll make a promise this time to have you out of here." My voice lowered. "How?" "There is a way. I assure you." He answered. "We'll see each other again when this madness is over." He moved away and soon Rufus was standing at the door, "Let us both share an agreement. Our proposition. You and I." He added his soft tone without looking at me. "Remember well, my Tifa." He stood finally and disappeared from the room, leaving me alone to drift into euphoria and madness. I was lying in a moment of silence that surrounded the room, and I felt chilled as I clutched the blanket to my body. I pulled both of my legs up as I wrapped my arms around myself. The strength that sustained my flight almost failed me. Unable to move or climb from the table, I stayed to think–whatever I chuckled or sobbed myself from the act of gratification. The man I loathed and loved had revealed his love for me. And it was real... like a dream, oh the fantasy! Was he planning to let me escape from execution? Was he going to do it? I didn't mind if I lived or died. I just had to be stronger than ever. For my friends and Cloud; still alive and still out there. I needed my strength back is to fight on and to protect the Planet. I was so tired...I needed more time to think it over as I watched from the window as Meteor descended from our sky to doom our Planet. I stare out at the late afternoon sky, pearled into darkness as I finally fell into sleep. * * * I closed my eyes. Rufus Shinra had made a proposition before the madness ends...but still... I stood at the lower deck of the Highwind as I raised my face to the sky and Meteor, still closing in. It was going to be a fierce but fateful day. And it had already started as the Planet was melting away, and the sun shadowed by the gigantic crater, plunging the world into darkness. The world was about to change. It was six days since the Diamond WEAPON had attacked Midgar. Six days since I was promised by President Shinra-he promised me...but it was too late. I know... I could feel in my heart that he was safe. My hands tightened on the rail. God, he had to be safe, I thought in despair as I closed my eyes. I know he would be safe; he had to have escaped from the Shinra Building. I had owed him for my freedom as well as I had overwhelmed and yearningly for him since the first time we made love, with all of my heart, mind, body, soul, and strength. In my mind, we made a proposition between us when the battle would end... "Tifa?" Cloud said curiously. "Are you okay?" I turned to my childhood friend as I smiled firmly. "Yeah, I'm fine." He walked towards me and looking around the landscape of rocky ledges of the Northern Crater, raised his head to the dark skies which Meteor was still scarring. "It won't be long when we get there. Sephiroth is down there, and we'll finish him without giving up." "Are we going to end this?" Cloud, restored from the Mako poisoning, turned at me with an amiable look. I could see the truth in his eyes. "We will, for us...what's important is fighting for the Planet and for Aerith." Strands of hair blew against my eyes as I brushed them away. "Now, I feel like things are going to be all right. I'll be strong, Cloud. You'll see." I smirked. "We can't be scared, can we?" He nodded, and we chuckled to each other, as Barrett showed up. "Heeeeey, you two! Are ya' goin'? You're the only folks left!" "Let's go." I sighed. "Yes." My heart slammed against my chest as I fought to ease my breath. I had my strength to do this for the Planet and...for him. Now I was ready, as I followed Cloud and our friends to the crater where our greatest enemy slept and waited.

Bob is dead asleep the first time Frank pulls back the curtain and worms his way into Bob's bunk in the middle of the night. Frank makes a grunting noise in the back of his throat and pokes his fingers sharply into the soft, exposed flash of belly. Bob jerks his head up, his hand curling automatically around the slope of his forehead, and squinting, says, "Dude, what the fuck?" Frank doesn't answer. He shakes his head, bleary-looking even in the dim light of what still passes for San Bernardino, and pushes his way in, pulling the covers up to his ears in a huff. Bob gives him a look and he's about to say something like 'seriously Iero, I'm not fucking kidding, get the fuck out of my bunk,' but Frank only grumbles and nudges his head under the crook of Bob's chin, butting it twice in a way that says he means to stay put. He digs his nose into the hollow of Bob's throat and Bob, jostling for space, bites down on his own tongue. "Nunnabith." Bob winces and presses his tongue against his teeth, checking for blood. There's none there but he sticks his tongue out anyway, touching it with the tip of it with his finger in the shadows, testing. He can taste the salt on his skin and squints to see if he's bleeding. At three am it's an exercise in futility so Bob settles on an irritated-sounding, "You fucker." Frank is already asleep though and so Bob spends the next half an hour listening to all the creaks and groans of the bus. They're traveling north now to another town with another amphitheater. He can hear Ray snoring below them and Gerard's low mumbling in his sleep. Matt, as usual, is silent. * The tour rolls through city after city in a blur of lights, pyrotechnics, and rest stops with burnt coffee and stale donuts. It's Phoenix, then Selma and Dallas. In Atlanta, Bob watches as Frank stands on stage pulling the t-shirts thrown at his feet over his head, one after the other. He stalks around after that, mouth open and skin slick with sweat, throwing Gatorade into the pit. The crowd eats it up. At night Frank crawls into the bunk with him and Bob finds himself staring down at the 'e's etched under Frank's knuckles. His fingers look long and pale against the dark navy fabric of Bob's t-shirt. Eventually Bob stops trying to figure out why he keeps waking up with Frank's fingers looped into the waistband of his jogging pants and his breath pooling against the thin skin of Bob's throat. It's just that, after awhile, it doesn't seem to matter. Sometimes he thinks about asking Frank about it but they never get a moment alone. Most mornings, Frank's already slipped out of bed by the time Bob's awake and coherent. One morning, somewhere outside of Syracuse and heading south to Jersey, Bob wakes up and Frank is still in the bunk. Frank's awake, tracing designs on the ceiling of Bob's bunk with his finger. His other hand is loosely intertwined with one of Bob's. Bob clears his throat but before he can say anything, Frank chirps, "Morning!" and rolls out of bed. Bob really hates morning people. A little bit later, after he naps and brushes his teeth, Bob stumbles into the kitchenette and collapses at the table. The counter is littered with plastic spoons, stray sugar granules, and cereal boxes. Frank is leaning against it, his back to Bob, tapping a spoon in some rhythm that only makes sense to him and staring out the window. Without turning around, he says, "I've got a lot of lemons. Guess it's time to make lemonade." Frank and his fucking metaphors. For a brief second, Bob wishes it was Ray crawling into his bed every night. Ray says what he means and means what he says and Bob kind of loves that about him. He dismisses the thought pretty quickly though because it's Ray and that would just be weird. He waits a few minutes in the hopes that Frank might explain himself but the silence drags on and Bob gives up. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Frank turns around and makes a face. "I got too many lemons the last time we made a grocery run. I need to make some lemonade before they go bad." For all his experience and education, Bob thinks he could have been a little better prepared before joining a band, particularly this band. For example, he really would have liked a seminar on how to tell the difference between a metaphor and making idle conversation. Between Frank and the brothers Way, Bob is constantly forced to think about what someone means when they open their mouth. It goes without saying that a course on how to handle a guitar player who likes to cuddle every night and what meaning should be attached to said cuddling should have been required before Bob even thought about signing the contract. "What did you think I meant?" Frank asks. Before Bob can reply, there's movement at the back of the bus and Gerard stumbles out and flops down on the couch. "Where the fuck is the coffee?" * There's a six hour stretch of highway between Bob and getting off the bus and breathing fresh air. Bob, unfortunately, spends most of it listening to Gerard and Frank arguing in the lounge. At first he tries ignoring them (and he refuses to be drawn into it, even when Frank gives him a serious case of doe-eyes) by turning his iPod up so loud that he can feel the vibration in the back of his ear drums. And while the music helps to block out their conversation, Bob can't ignore the fact that the vein in Gerard's neck has gone thick with blood or that Frank is shaking his head and waving his arms around as though he's trying to single-handedly land some jet aircraft carrier with his mind. Bob sighs. He lifts his head off the back of the couch and pastes on the most menacing look in his arsenal. It's pretty menacing. Gerard and Frank both stop, their heads swiveling towards him in unison, mouths hung open on twin hinges. Bob pulls out his ear buds with one hand. "That's enough," he says. Frank licks his bottom lip and opens his mouth wider to complain but Bob holds up a hand. It's the international sign for 'shut the fuck up' and Frank looks slightly crestfallen. "Enough." Frank scowls down at his lap and Gerard looks smug. Bob's putting his ear buds back in when he hears Frank quietly mutter, "I still think that the ability to freeze time is way cooler than being invisible. Ass." Bob rolls his eyes and turns his iPod back up. * When they arrive at the show in Indiana, Bob is the last one off the bus because he was locked in the bathroom. It's probably some twisted Iero-retaliation tactic because Bob wasn't stupid enough to get drawn into a hypothetical argument over super powers or the healing properties of Lucky Charms marshmallows. He's pretty sure that the bathroom thing was Frank's doing, especially since he's hiding from Bob now. It's as good as catching Frank red-handed. Bob had considered playing a practical joke on Frank to get back at him but after nearly twenty minutes in the bathroom (the incredibly dirty, cramped little bathroom), Bob had decided that an old-fashioned ass kicking was exactly what Frank needed. It's going to have to wait though because Bob has to prep for the show. "That little motherfucker is going to get it this time." Bob scowls as he runs his hand over the snare drum. The head needs to be taken off and cleaned, Bob decides. They have techs for this sort of thing but Bob's a control freak when it comes to his kit and no one complains when he rummages around in his bag for a drum key to do it himself. After he's checked his equipment Bob stands behind his kit, takes a deep breath, and runs through his mental checklist. Once he's satisfied that he's ready to go and that, if nothing else, he'll put on a good show, he turns around and sees a blur of movement out of the corner of his eye. The person's just short enough to be Frank, and Bob jumps off the riser and takes off after him. It is Frank, and just as he's about to make it out from behind the stage and into the hallway leading to their dressing room, Bob catches up to him and throws him against the wall. Frank is giggling and Bob shakes his head. He can't hit Frank in the face, not so close to the show, so Bob's going to have to settle for the arms and the stomach. They're pressed against each other and if Bob wasn't still so mad, he'd be enjoying how Frank feels against him, warm and vibrating from laughter. For all his complaining about sharing a bunk and not having a clue, Bob likes waking up in the middle of the night with Frank wrapped around him. He's not forcing Frank to explain why he's taking over Bob's space because if he does, Frank might stop and Bob's not exactly sure he wants that. Bob doesn't know what he wants but it's definitely not that. Underneath him, Frank wriggles his hips suggestively. "Bob," Frank whispers. "Bob, what are you going to do now that you caught me?" He presses against Bob and Bob's dick jumps to half-mast. Frank smirks. "That's what you're going to do?" Later, Bob will tell himself that Frank was asking for it. Right now, he just thinks 'Want' as he leans forward and presses his lips against Frank's. It's dry and quick and doesn't mean any of what Bob wants it to mean. He pulls away and says, "That's what I'm going to do. Go get ready for the show." Frank doesn't say anything as Bob walks away. * After their set, Bob stands off stage and watches Linkin Park perform. The crowd is really into it and, as Ray stands next to him, Bob can feel the heat of his shoulder bleeding through the thin skin of his t-shirt. Neither one of them says anything for awhile and the easy silence cracks only slightly when Bob's back pops as he twists in place. Bob lets out a soft hiss while Ray smiles and nods. Bob can't tell if he's nodding along to the music, or out of sympathy. His lower back is fucked. Totally fucked. The entire band has a list of aches and pains and none of them bother to catalogue them anymore. They're just a part of the grind, the dirty underbelly of rock and roll that doesn't make for a very glamorous feature in Blender or SPIN. Nobody ever wants to read about bleeding finger tips or tendonitis; no one wants to read about the fact that sometimes it's fucking boring and lonely; sometimes you're just on the road for too goddamn long. Bob yawns until his jaw feels like it's going to crack and his eyes water. His forearms are aching, and in the back of his head he's already thinking about how good an ice pack will feel when Ray cuts the silence between them and says, "So. Frankie, huh?" Bob refuses to let his head snap up in shock and instead focuses his gaze on Rob Bourdon, Linkin Park's drummer, as he takes another long, controlled sip from his Diet Coke. Bourdon, Bob asserts to himself, is a fucking awesome drummer. Bourdon is on tonight. He's intense and – Ray's elbow nudges him slightly as Ray raises his hand to push his hair back off his face. He's looking directly at Bob now with an expectant gaze, sweet-faced and patient. Not for the first time, Bob observes: Ray has a lot of fucking hair. Bob flicks his tongue over the metal loop of his lip ring. He says, "Um" and Ray laughs. It's a clear laugh that spills into the crowded space around them. "He locked me in the fucking bathroom," Bob says stupidly. Ray shrugs. "He likes you." "Well, I hope he doesn't owe you any money because I'm going to kill him." Ray laughs again. "You like him." Ray's eyelids flutter and Bob turns stubbornly back to the stage. Bourdon is bent over his kit, his arms flying, and one foot hammering out a flawless beat. Bob's a little awed. Bourdon is amazing. He's technically perfect. He's also probably not in love with his rhythm guitarist. The realization comes quick and sudden and Bob feels like he's been sucker punched. Oh fuck. Bob bows his head, and when Ray slings an arm around his shoulder, Bob lets himself be shaken loosely. There really should have been a course, he thinks helplessly. * At this point, the only thing left for Bob to do is get drunk and that's what he sets out to do after Linkin Park's set is over. Frank's run off somewhere with the guys from Taking Back Sunday, Gerard's off being Gerard, and Matt is hanging out with the roadies. Ray, being the awesome dude that he is, finds Bob a 24 pack of Milwaukee's Best (he makes a face when he hands it to Bob but Bob doesn't care, sometimes you just have to go with a classic), and they settle down on the picnic table by the bus to drink away Bob's pain. Eight beers later, Bob's resting his head on the table when he hears footsteps approaching. He props his head on his hands and sees Gerard and Worm staring down at him. "I'd like to point out that even in my three years of being drunk, I never once sank so low as to drink the Beast." Gerard sniffs. Bob gives him the finger. Fucking Jersey snobs. Gerard laughs and turns to Ray. "What's wrong with him?" "He just realized he's in love with Frank," Ray answers. "No, I'm not!" Bob takes back everything nice he's ever thought about Ray. "Fuck me," Worm sighs. "God, do you guys just sit around and think up ways to make my life hard?" "Hey!" Ray exclaims. "There's nothing wrong with two dudes loving each other." "You say that now but you're not the one who has to call Brian and explain the situation to him. You know how he gets." Bob does know how Brian gets; he's known Brian longer than anyone else at the table and Bob can safely say that Brian's a pissy little bitch. "Brian's a pissy little bitch." "Yes, he is," Gerard sits down next to him. "Bob, I'm confused. All this time, I thought you were dead inside. Now you're telling me that you're a real boy with a real heart, and you're in love with Frankie. It's a beautiful thing, man, but I need an explanation." "He says it just kind of happened," Ray interjects helpfully. "Did I tell you that he's been climbing into my bunk every night and wrapping his stupid self around me? And then he crawls out every morning and acts like nothing happened?" Bob asks. No one says anything for a few seconds. Ray shakes his head, opens his mouth, and then shuts it again. Finally, he replies, "No, you left that part out, Bob." "I gotta call Mikey." Gerard stands up. "No!" Bob flails his hand until he finds Gerard's pants. He grabs some material and tugs Gerard close. "You're not telling anyone about this." Gerard drops back down. "Why not?" "Because," Bob starts. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds as he tries to remember why he can't hook up with Frank and why he doesn't want anyone to know about it. "Because we're in a band together," he declares. "That would be bad. It would ruin the band." "Yes, it would," Worm agrees. "And because he's really hot and he'd probably have sex with me once and then drop me when he finds someone cuter to fuck like the dude from HIM." Bob rests his forehead against the table again. "I don't get paid enough for this shit." Worm walks away and it's just Ray and Gerard at the table with Bob. Gerard clears his throat but doesn't say anything. * It's late – early by tour standards – and Bob's going to bed. It sounds pretty straightforward; it sounds like something Bob should be able to manage on his own. And maybe it would be, maybe he could, if it weren't for the beer. Honestly. Eight Beasts and he's ready to give it up in the backseat of his parents' car like a first-timer. Truth be told, he's a little ashamed of himself right now. Bob finds himself leaning up against the bunks in the narrow passageway of their bus with his jeans knotted around his knees. He can hear the low murmur of Gerard talking on his cell in the back lounge. He's managed to half-way free one leg and is hopping around uselessly while Ray laughs at him from behind his half-opened curtain. "Dude, not helping," Bob bitches at him. He grips the bedrail tighter and kicks his leg as furiously as possible. The hem of his jeans flaps limply against the floor and make a denim snapping sound. It vaguely reminds him of a flag cracking in the wind. Bob kicks twice more then drops his chin to his chest and scowls down at his feet. He's somehow managed to hogtie himself with his pants. "What the hell?" Bob whispers and even he can tell it sounds sad and perplexed. "C'mere asshole." Ray smiles at him and leans out of his bunk, jerking Bob's jeans down the rest of the way with one hand. His hair is tickling the inside of Bob's knee and Bob snorts to himself as he steps out of his pants. Freedom is a beautiful thing, Bob thinks with relief. "There," Ray says. He pats the side of Bob's thigh like a dog. "Now go to bed." Bob stands for a minute and gives his upper bunk a long, appraising look before dropping down into Frank's bed instead. Bob bunches the pillow under his head and blinks slowly as he pulls a sheet up over his shoulder. Ray has turned onto his side and he's looking at Bob with an amused smile. "My bunk is so far away." Bob yawns and his eyes slide shut. "It's, like, all the way up there." Ray snorts and Bob is already asleep when he reaches over and pulls his curtain closed with a quiet, "G'night, dude." * When Bob wakes up, the bus is back on the road and he's got to piss. Somehow he's managed to forget that he's not on the top bunk, and when he hops down, he crashes onto the floor loudly. It's graceless and stupid, like that weird forward lurch you make when you're running down the stairs and miss the bottom step; only they're on a bus flying down the interstate going God only knows how many miles per hour. Bob curses - there's a muffled grunt from somewhere above him that he ignores - as he pushes himself up off his knees and fumbles his way to the toilet. By this time his eyes have adjusted to the dark and he doesn't bother turning on the overhead light. When he comes out of the bathroom, Frank's head is hanging out of Bob's bunk and his hair has flopped across his forehead. Frank idly swishes at it with the back of his hand and it falls forward the second he lets go of it. "Hey," Frank whispers. "You're sleeping in my bunk." Bob points out the obvious. Frank curls his lip softly as though he's seriously mulling the revelation over and lets a long minute slip by. "You were sleeping in mine." It sounds like a logical argument and Bob nods his head agreeably then says, as an afterthought, "Yeah. But you always sleep in my bunk. And this is the first time that I've slept in yours." Frank scratches the thin skin under his eyelid with the tip of his finger. "Good point." "How come?" Frank frowns at him. "Because that's where you are." "Oh," Bob nods as much to himself as to Frank. "Oh. Okay." "Well? Are you coming back to bed?" Frank has already scooted backwards and Bob can hear him patting the empty mattress space. He shakes his head and hoists himself up into the bunk. The sheets smell like Frank, and they feel warm sliding against Bob's bare legs and forearms. In the darkness Bob says softly, "But that's not where I was tonight." "No," Frank mumbles. His face is pressed into Bob's shoulder and Bob can feel the moist heat of his breath leaking through his t-shirt. "But I figured you'd come back eventually." * The next morning, Bob is jarred out of sleep when his cell phone starts ringing. He pats his sheets, cursing Gerard and his insistence on setting Christina Aguilera's "Candy Man" as Bob's ringtone until he finds it. "Yeah?" "What the fuck are you doing, Bryar?" Brian shouts. Before Bob can think of an answer that isn't 'praying for my head to stop pounding', Brian continues. "You know what? I don't care. I just want to know why you decided to get drunk last night, declare your love for Frank, and call me a bitch." "Um." "Not a good answer, asshole." Brian hangs up on him and Bob winces. Two seconds later his phone rings again and Bob picks up without looking at the caller ID. "Frank, really?" Brian asks, softer this time. "Dude, don't even start," Bob replies. He runs his hand over his face and tries to convince his eyes to open. "Does he know?" "There's nothing to know." "Bob, how long have we known each other? Don't try to pull one over on me. I don't care what the two of you do or don't do; just don't let it fuck up the band." "Christ," Bob swears. "Are you my friend or my manager?" "The first phone call was me being your manager. This is me being your friend." "You're a pretty crappy friend," Bob grumbles. "Whatever." Brian takes a sip of something, probably his fourth cup of coffee in as many hours, and says, "Are you actually going to do something about this, or are you going to keep letting him sleep with you and never ask why?" "I don't know!" He's got a pounding headache, his stomach won't stop flip-flopping, and Bob would kill a man, preferably Brian, for a cigarette right now. "What does it matter to you?" "All I'm saying is that you're not exactly known for going after what you want. Maybe it's time you changed that; maybe it's time you took charge of your life." Brian sounds gentle and Bob has to take a deep breath before he can reply. "Maybe," he acquiesces. Brian takes pity on him and changes the subject. They talk for a little bit longer, shooting the shit about mutual friends and new bands until eventually Brian mutters something about going to make some money for them, and Bob decides it's time to get up. He drops to the floor much more gracefully than he did the night before and Bob's honestly a little disappointed there's no one around to witness it. There are soft voices in the TV area so Bob moves a little closer to the curtain separating it from the bunks. Gerard and Frank are talking in low tones but Bob can still hear them. He tunes in just in time to hear Gerard ask, "What are you doing with Bob?" "Nothing," Frank protests. "Frank, you didn't see him last night. He was pretty miserable." "I wasn't trying to upset him." "Then why do you keep crawling into his bunk and leaving in the morning before he wakes up?" There's no reply and Gerard sighs. "Frank, come on. What's going on in that little head of yours? What's bothering you?" Frank's quiet for a few seconds until he says, "It's nothing, Gee. I'm just having a hard time sleeping, that's all." Even Bob can tell that's a load of bullshit but Gerard doesn't push it. He just mutters something low that Bob can't hear and Frank laughs in reply. Bob turns away from the curtain and heads toward the bathroom, his mind made up. Something needs to be done about this and soon. * That afternoon, once Bob's feeling human again, he gets off the bus and heads out to find Frank. They're somewhere in Colorado but it all looks the same to Bob. Seen one festival, you've seen them all, he thinks as he weaves between buses. He finally finds Frank at the end of the buses, sitting on a picnic table staring out at the highway. "Hey man." Bob sits down on the other side of the table. Frank looks around and smiles. "Hey." "What's going on, Frankie?" "Nothing," Frank snorts and looks back at the highway. "Frank." Bob uses his meanest voice and Frank caves. "I'll make you a deal," he wheedles. "You can ask me one question and I'll tell you the absolute truth, but you have to do the same." Bob nods. He asks his question quick, the words rushing out of his mouth so he doesn't chicken out. "Why do you keep crawling into my bed?" "Wow," Frank whistles softly. He lets the word stretch out long and low between them. "See I was thinking more like a 'This or That' kind of question, you know? Like vampires or werewolves, dogs or cats? That sort of thing." Frank is mumbling and is picking at the heart carved into the table top with the edge of his thumb. Bob alternates between staring at the carving and at the small bones of Frank's wrist as he twists his hand. "Cat," Bob says quietly. Frank's shoulders bob gently and he shakes his head trying to hide the grin stretching over his face. It's fleeting but it's enough to make Bob's stomach unclench. "Look," Frank sighs and rolls his head in a small circle, stretching out the tendons in his neck as Bob waits him out. "It's just that sometimes Gerard and Mikey are a lot of work, you know?" Bob does know, and they are. He wasn't around for the worst of it, sure, but still - he toured with The Used long enough to know that he's got a pretty good fucking idea of what it must have been like. "So he's not fucked up all the time now, but he's still Gee and well," Frank lets out a hollow-sounding laugh. "That's still kind of fucked up." Bob watches as Frank spreads his fingers wide and rubs his hand idly over the picnic table. He nods his head solemnly. Bob knows there are nights when Frank and Gerard stay up until dawn talking in the lounge. He's woken up some mornings to find Frank - covered in ink, with dark circles forming under his eyes and a soft, indulgent smile tugging at the corner of his mouth - still on the couch, his feet in Gerard's lap. Gerard can be manic. Sometimes it's like living inside the eye of a tornado and they all walk around wary of the edges. Still, they blame the road, the endless stretch of tour dates and radio interviews, and push ahead like Frank's not shouldering all the weight. Frank is taking shallow, even breaths next to him and Bob does him the courtesy of not looking at him. Out on the interstate there are transports and cars filing past and Bob watches them silently while he thinks. Gerard has never done a single show drunk since Bob started drumming with the band. Maybe Bob doesn't know shit about it after all. "Anyway. I guess it's just that sometimes I get really fucking tired of being the one to hold them up all the time." The admission is a thin one. For a long minute they're quiet and Bob thinks about the first time he woke up with Frank squeezing in next to him: Gerard had just come down from living three days straight on the high frequency and Frank had let out a long, pent-up breath, curled his fist into the folds of Bob's t-shirt, and slept like the dead. "Okay." Frank lifts his head. "Okay?" Bob's mouth twitches and he shrugs his shoulders when he stands. He claps Frank on the back, squeezing the back of his neck tightly with one hand. "Yeah. Whatever you need, man." * Colorado is their last night with the Projekt Revolution tour. There's an informal wrap party in the parking lot of the venue and everyone makes their way over there while the equipment is being packed up. Bob finds himself hanging out with Bourdon again and they fall into their usual argument over their kits. Bob keeps an eye on Frank who's keeping an eye on Gerard who is so animated that he's sloshing Coke Zero over the rim of his plastic cup and licking the backs of his knuckles while he talks. It's laughable. Or at least it would be laughable if it weren't all so fucked up. Rob is still standing in front of him, still wearing his Puma racing shoes and damp from the show, grinning. Vater sticks are his weapon of choice, he tells Bob and when Bob smiles back, he feels distracted. "It's been great touring with you," Rob says. He's swerving slightly on his feet and Bob reaches out to steady his elbow. "Yeah, man. You too. I just. I really admire you." Bob's a little embarrassed by how earnest he knows he sounds. "You're a hell of a drummer," he finishes lamely. From where they're standing, Bob can look past Rob's shoulder and see Frank laughing and pushing his hair back with one hand. Ray's standing next to Frank, and when he catches Bob's eye, he gives Bob an eager two thumbs up and Bob scowls and shakes his head. After a while, Rob takes off to hang with Saosin and Bob stands in the shadows for a bit, just watching everyone. Frank's disappeared, again - but that's not so unusual – and Gerard and Ray are still hanging out, making jokes about Jersey. Bob's thinking about heading over to join them when someone tugs him back into the shadows. It's Frank, of course, and Bob smiles and shakes his head. "What's up, Iero?" Frank's teeth are shining in the dark and Bob knows what's coming next. "Why do you let me?" It's a bald question and Bob fumbles, trying to buy time while he fights down the bubble of hysteria growing in the back of his throat. "Let you what?" He takes another mouthful of beer and lets it sit on his tongue before swallowing it down. "Bob." He wants to say 'That's what friends do' or 'Someone's got to take care of you' but it's not true. He wants to say it's because it makes Bob feel good but he doesn't want to be one more person for Frank to carry around. In his head, Bob can hear Brian telling him to take charge and Frank stares at him, waiting. It's an impassive look that Bob finds hard not to flinch under. Finally, he settles for saying, "I like it. I like you." It's a quiet moment and Frank's smile is soft on the corners of his mouth. Bob lifts his beer again and drains it while he ignores the nervous flutter that's settled in his stomach. He feels like he's auditioning for the band again: disconnected from everything and out of body, like his sticks aren't actually in his hands. The feeling ends abruptly when a Nerf ball whizzes past the back of Frank's head, hitting the bus behind them with a loud thud. They both jolt – heads ducking reflexively - and Frank starts laughing as he looks around. They both stare at the ball for a second and then Frank scrambles forward. "C'mon, bitch," he laughs. And then Bob is laughing too, dropping his empty beer can onto the ground and lunging forward. He catches Frank by the back of his pants, fingers curling into the waistband, and swats at the ball with his free hand until Frank manages a clumsy hand off to one of the roadies. It's a fluid no-rules game, and by the end of it they're all panting and out of breath. "Fuckin' schooled you, Bryar!" Frank shouts afterwards. It's three am and they're on their way back to the busses, ready to roll out. New Jersey. It's like a breath they didn't even know they were holding. In the lounge, Gerard slings his arm casually around Frank's shoulders and for a moment they stand close, heads bent together, quietly talking about what they're going to do when they get home. Bob lets them be and heads back to his bunk. A few minutes later, he finds himself holding his breath while Frank unzips his jeans and chucks them into the empty bunk below. Frank has one leg half-hooked into the bunk when he hesitates. "You're sure you don't mind?" He sounds soft and uncertain, years younger than he really is. "Yeah, yeah. It's fine." Frank still hovers, and Bob laughs at him. "Really. C'mon up, fuckwad." "Okay, cool." Frank's grin is palpable as he throws himself into the bunk. The engine's turned over and Bob can feel a low diesel thrum in the back of his teeth as he curls one arm across the dry heat of Frank's back. Frank has shifted, tucking his face into the space under Bob's throat and his fingers are rubbing idly against the hem of his t-shirt. Neither of them is sleeping and Bob's conscious of that when he swallows and brushes his lips dryly over Frank's forehead. "Dude? Did you just kiss me goodnight?" Frank whispers. "No?" "Oh," Frank says on a yawn. "That's too bad." * In the morning, Frank wakes up hard. They shift as much as they can in the small space before Frank lets out a croaky-sounding laugh and says, "Well, this is embarrassing." Bob can feel Frank's early morning erection pressing hopefully against his thigh. He clears his throat and says against the matted lick of Frank's hair, "You can jerk off if you want to." It comes out gruff and quiet in the small dark space between them and Bob's breath catches in a painful lump in the back of his throat. For about thirty seconds he regrets ever being born, let alone just saying that out loud. It's like the entire universe has skidded to an abrupt halt and the seconds are out there hanging themselves. And then Bob feels Frank's tiny nod against the base of his throat, and he can breathe again. Frank's arm slides off Bob's side and down into the space between them. When he peels his hips back to make more room, a chill blooms against Bob's chest. It's a space that would feel empty and sad if Bob stopped to think about it. "Um," Bob shifts then and fumbles around under his pillow with the one arm that's not being crushed under Frank's shoulder. "Hang on. Here. Here." Bob flicks the cap back with his thumb and pours a small blob of lube into Frank's open palm. "There." After that Frank's jacking himself, his mouth open and wet against the collar of Bob's t-shirt, in slow steady strokes. Bob lies perfectly still against him. "What are you thinking about?" His lips are pressed against the crest of Frank's hairline and he's concentrating on the steady, rhythmic bump of Frank's knuckles nudging against his hip on the upstroke. Frank groans. "You," Frank mutters as he runs his fingers over the head of his dick. "You, God, Bob. You." Frank's hips snap forward into the curl of his fist and his breath huffs out in an unsteady wheeze that Bob can feel deep in his gut. Bob lets his hand slide up to cup around Frank's elbow, riding the motion with the pads of his fingers. The skin there feels ridiculously soft. "Tell me," Bob says hoarsely - for fuck's sake, he needs to know – "Tell me what you're thinking about." Bob can feel the sharp hook of Frank's fist, the sweaty sheen coating his forehead as he turns his face against Bob's nose. The silence is stretched out and quiet and then Frank's frantically whispering, "That I want your fingers in my ass. That I want your mouth on my dick. That I want-- that I want you to fuck me. Oh. Jesus, Bob. I'm thinking about you." Frank's mouth hangs open against Bob's throat and he presses his lips against the pulse point there. Bob's eyes close as Frank goes rigid against him, coming in a wet pulse over his knuckles and through his fingers. Afterwards, Frank tucks his head under the crook of Bob's chin and Bob can feel the ragged pant of his breathing slow and even out. The lights are still off in the bus. It's early and everyone else is asleep and all Bob can think about is Frank lying next to him, warm and content. "I lied," Frank whispers. "Mostly to me, I think." Bob leans back on the pillow, away from Frank, so he can see his face in the murky light. He frowns. "What are you talking about?" "When you wanted to know why I kept coming into your bunk all the time. I said it was because I was fucking tired – and I am. I mean. This shit wears you out, so that part was true. It's just," Frank lets out a choked-sounding laugh. "I like it. I like you." Bob smiles and looks down at Frank. "Thank you." "Thank you? Motherfucker, I just poured my heart and my dick out to you and all you can say is thank you?" Frank pushes weakly at Bob's shoulder. Bob grabs Frank's hand and pulls it up to his mouth. He runs the tip of his tongue lightly over Frank's palm and then starts sucking on his fingers. It tastes like Frank, salty and pungent. By the time Bob's done cleaning his hand, Frank is panting and Bob's hips are thrusting forward, searching for friction and warmth. Frank re-claims his hand and snakes it down the bed, grabbing onto Bob's hips, pulling him close. "C'mon," Frank mutters. "C'mon, fuck my leg. Show me how thankful you are." Bob bites his tongue so he doesn't moan. In his idle thoughts, he never imagined it could be as hot as this or that Frank would ever be this into it. Frank's leg snakes between his thighs, pressing up against his dick, and Bob can't help it, he moans low and long. Frank winks at him and latches on to Bob's neck, using his tongue and teeth. Bob tilts his head back and drives himself against Frank. Between Frank's hands and his tongue and his leg and, oh god, even Frank's toes are getting in on it, it's too much for Bob. He barely has time to pull his dick out of his boxers before he comes fast and quick, on the tail of a twisted sound that he tries unsuccessfully to muffle. Frank's mouth is open and pressed against his throat the whole time. When he can finally breathe again, Bob pulls his hand off his dick and wipes it on Frank's shirt. "Dude. Duuuuude," Frank shudders. "Why did it have to be my shirt? You know we're not doing laundry till we get back to Jersey." To shut him up, Bob ducks his head down and presses his lips against Frank's. As far as second kisses go, it's not bad and Bob thinks that maybe he could get used to it. They pull apart eventually and Frank grins. "So, I hope you don't do this with everyone you like." Bob climbs over him, pinching his nipple as he does. As Frank squawks and rubs his chest, Bob replies, "Just you." He gives himself a quick pat to make sure everything's where it should be before he heads toward the kitchen. Gerard, Ray, and Matt are already up and playing videogames. As Bob walks by them, they each hold up a sheet of paper. Ray's says '9.3', Gee's has '9.7' written on it, and Matt's reads, 'Jesus, when is Mikey coming back? 0.0'. Bob grabs two bottles of water and walks back to his bunk. Right before he leaves the room, he turns around, bows, and says, "Fuck you." Behind him, Gerard cackles and yells, "Only if it's Frankie!" Bob shakes his head and climbs back into his bunk. Frank's already half-asleep but he still manages to wrap himself around Bob as soon as Bob's lying back down. Bob pulls the blankets over them and thinks that those fuckers must be insane if they think Bob would let them anywhere near Frank's dick.

Hyde picked himself up off the floor and dusted himself off, swearing under his breath in Japanese about international portkeys and why someone really needed to come up with a better way to travel the large distances. It wasn't as if he could have just taken a plane since someone would have noticed; if nothing else the fangirls would have found out. Getting anything past the fans was becoming harder and harder so he had had no choice but to take Wizarding transportation. He was quite happy living mostly in the Muggle world; it was fun and a lot more forward thinking than even Japanese Wizarding society, which was no where near as isolated as Britain's. The owl carrying an invitation to a Hogwarts reunion had been quite a surprise, but he wasn't about to refuse. He remembered his time at Hogwarts fondly even though he had only been there for two years for his N.E.W.T.s.. Translation charms were wonderful things and had allowed him to study as if he was a native; it was a shame he couldn't use them when doing Muggle things, but then he just had to do it the hard way. When an invitation had arrived for a reunion for all alumni of Hogwarts for the last thirty years he had immediately accepted, in fact Megumi had made him accept. Hyde's family were purebloods where as Megumi's mother was a Muggle and her father was a Wizard and she had told him that he needed to go back and visit his roots. It had been a long time since he'd been in a purely Wizarding environment and no matter the indignity of landing on his behind when portkeying it felt good to be back. The magic in the air alone energised him with its intensity; being from magical creature stock up the genealogical line he was more sensitive to it than the average wizard. He handed his wand to the official on duty who checked his credentials without even looking up and then he was heading towards the Apparition area. His luggage had been transported on ahead so he didn't need to worry about that, but once he had Apparated to Kings Cross it felt very strange walking back onto Platform 9 3/4 without a trunk dragging behind him. It wouldn't have been a proper reunion without arriving on the Hogwarts Express, but Hyde had to wonder how all the people on the platform were going to fit on the train. The platform was literally swarming with witches and wizards and this time none of them were parents seeing their little darlings off to school. Observing from the sidelines, Hyde thought that some may have been spouses, but not a huge number. Considering how insular the British Wizarding world had been before the second defeat of the Dark Lord most of those married to Hogwarts students were Hogwarts students themselves, at least looking around that's what Hyde had to conclude. Chocolate frog cards were Hyde's deep dark secret; he had started collecting them during his stay at Hogwarts and he had never stopped, importing them from the UK whenever he had the chance. He had them at home in a secret room displayed in glass cases and when he saw a familiar face from one of the cards walk past he couldn't quite help the double take he did. He had missed the big names at Hogwarts being there between all the dramas of the Dark Lord the first time around and the second time around as well, but he, like the rest of the Wizarding world, had heard all about it. Several people he had called friends had died in the second round and he had briefly considered going back when he had heard about it, but he hadn't been sure what he could have done so he'd stayed out of it. Leaving then would have dropped the band right in it. The familiar face belonged to Ronald Weasley one of the famous Hogwarts Trio, but the man looked only like his card in as much as Hyde could tell who he was. The figure in the card was usually grinning and waving, but the real life man seemed somewhat harassed. Weasley was so tall that to Hyde the man was virtually a giant and he was reminded of a Weasley he had known quite well at School. Bill Weasley had been a couple of years below Hyde, but they had both been interested in curse breaking and had become friends even though they had been in Gryffindor and Slytherin. There were other red heads in the crowd, but Hyde could not make out any of them from where he was; sometimes it sucked to be so short. The crowd had opened around Weasley as he walked across the platform so Hyde decided to take his chance and moved into the space that had been made. He wondered idly if the people realised the awe in which they seemed to hold the friends of Harry Potter, but he did not give it much thought since he was more interested in making the train without being crushed. By the time he made it close to the express his fingers were itching to pull out his wand and hex people. Everyone had been terribly polite when they had noticed they were stepping on him as the crowd had closed back in, but it had been most annoying. Even more aggravating had been the witch who had recognised him of all things and gone completely insane as far as Hyde was concerned. He had not expected to meet anyone here who knew who he was beyond being an ex-student, but he had underestimated the power of the internet for Muggleborns. It seemed there was at least one jrock fan in the alumni of Hogwarts and he just prayed it really was just the one. He had chosen a rather conservative outfit for the journey, Muggle influenced, but Wizard made, and he wondered if he had worn more tradition robes if he would have passed unnoticed. There was definitely more Muggle influence on the platform than there had been in his day, but he stood out more than he would have liked. As he sidestepped yet another Wizard who moved back from a group without seeming to even notice him, he managed to walk directly into someone. He almost swore loudly, but his polite upbringing made it to the forefront first and he apologised before he even realised he was doing it. It didn't occur to him until after he'd done it that he'd spoken in Japanese not English since he hadn't bothered to activate the translation charms he was intending to make his life a whole lot easier at the actually reunion. "Bloody hell," a voice said from way above him as he made sure he still had all his limbs, but the tone was not derogatory, "Hyde, is that you?" Hyde looked up and it took him a moment since there were long scars across the man's face, but the earring and the hair filled in what was missing. "Bichan?" It was a nickname he had not spoken in years and one which had been a joke when he had first started working with the keen fourth year in the library, but it felt strangely like coming home as he spoke it. He found himself gathered into an almost suffocating hug before he could say anymore. "By Merlin, you're a sight for sore eyes," Bill said as he finally released him, "I didn't think you'd be coming." "Couldn't resist," Hyde replied, muttering the activation for the translation charm since he was pretty sure that talking to a Weasley he was going to need it. He was sure there was a broad grin on his face, because seeing Bill brought the memories of all the good times floating to the surface, wiping away his earlier annoyance. "Still short I see," Bill said with an answering grin; "never did find a charm to fix that then?" Hyde gave his friend a succinct one finger salute which sent Bill into peals of laughter; the fact that Bill had mistaken him for a girl on their first meeting because of his height and slight build had been a source of amusement between them for a very long time. They exchanged letters from time to time, although nothing that could be called regular and usually they talked about curse breaking rather than their personal lives, and on every one Bill had referred to him as "Shorty". In fact Bill was one of the few people that could get away with it. "Just because you're ridiculously tall," he said, affecting an air of disdain that even Gackt would have been proud of. That made Bill laugh again and earned Hyde a pat on the back. "God, it's like we're back at school," Bill said, clearly happy, "you have to come and meet the rest of the gang. The Weasleys are attending this thing en masse and we're dragging our friends with us. Unless you have plans that is." "My only plan is not being stepped on," Hyde admitted with a rueful grin. "It is a bit of a mêlée out here isn't it?" Bill agreed, glancing around the platform. "I'm not sure Professor McGonagall expected this many people to say yes to the invitation." Hyde gave a non-commital shrug; when he had known the woman Professor McGonagall had been the type to be prepared for anything. It did occur to him to wonder where they were all going to be sleeping at Hogwarts though since the reunion was two days long. The crowd was closing in again and Hyde was beginning to feel like he was at a concert where the audience was about to rush the stage. "How's your dignity?" Bill asked as Hyde eyed the people around him and considered several jinxes. That was an odd question and he gave Bill a frown for his trouble. "Well I have an idea," Bill said with another grin, "but if you want a dignified entrance it's not going to work." "I'm listening," Hyde replied, not sure where this was going and remembering the Weasley sense of humour warily. "Remember that book that got away from us in the restricted section," Bill asked, turning to the side, "the one that could fly, and how we caught it?" That was not an easy memory to forget; Madame Pince had almost banned them from the library because of that one and Hyde remembered it clearly. It also became obvious what Bill was suggesting. "What the hell," he said, throwing caution to the wind, "you only live once." With the agreement Bill turned away completely and with a whoop Hyde leapt onto his friend's back. Bill didn't react as if he weighed anything at all as he wrapped his legs around his old friend's waist and held on to Bill's shoulders. Arms looped around his legs to hold him in place and then they were off. Two crazy wizards seemed to make people part ways just as well as awe since the sea moved out of their path quite rapidly. From on Bill's back Hyde could see much more than lost in the crowds and the congregation of redheads, near the train, towards the end of the platform was easy to spot. With Bill trotting along like he was born to be a pack horse it didn't take them long to get there and they were both laughing when the made it into the space that mysteriously existed around the group they were heading to. Hyde almost felt embarrassed when lots of eyes all looked at him and Bill, but he was having far too much fun retreating to childhood to really care. Every single person in the group was looking at them. "Going to introduce us, Bill?" Since the man asking had exactly the same face as the one standing next to him, Hyde had to assume it was one of the twins whom he'd heard a great deal about, but never met. The only one of Bill's family he knew was Charlie and they had only seen each other in passing. "Everyone, this is Hyde," Bill said as Hyde slipped down from his vantage point, "Hyde, this is everyone." "Thanks, Bichan," Hyde said in his best sarcastic tone, "that really helps." "The Hyde?" the other one of the twins seemed to find this fact fascinating. "As in the Slytherin who broke you out of one of Filch's detentions by declaring his intension to court you that very moment under the magical creature laws?" Hyde looked at Bill in surprise; when they had pulled that one Bill had sworn him to secrecy as he died of embarrassment. "I would have carried that secret to my grave," he said with mock seriousness, "and you told people." He had needed Bill for a piece of research they were doing and using his creature heritage had been the only thing he had been able to think of off the top of his head. Bill had let him give him a hicky for authenticity, but their relationship had never been anything but platonic. "I got over my bashful stage," Bill replied with an unrepentant grin. "My wife thought it was hilarious when I told her; she's part Veela." "Hello, Hyde, I'm Hermione," the young woman with bushy hair seemed to have taken pity on him; not that she needed to introduce herself since Hyde knew exactly who she was, "don't mind the barbarians; it's nice to meet you." "Thank you," Hyde replied politely and gave a small bow, "it's nice to meet you too." "So are you a curse breaker like Bill?" one of the twins asked dragging his attention away again. Bill laughed at that as if he found it hilarious. "He's too short," his friend said and Hyde hit him on the arm with the back of his hand. "I can kick your ass any day," and gave Bill a shove to prove his point; he might have been small but having Yokai in the family tree meant he was a hell of a lot stronger than he looked. "Don't mind my oaf of a brother," said the only red headed woman in the group, "only the idiots in the family got the tall gene. I'm Ginny. So what do you do?" Hyde smiled at her, but he wasn't sure what to say; rock star sounded a little silly in current company. "I'm a musician," was the reply he eventually chose. "I rebelled and went Muggle." Which was mostly the truth; when he'd returned to Japan with every intention of becoming a curse breaker his parents had announced that they had a nice girl set up for him to marry so he'd run off and joined a band instead. His only Muggle skills had been music and art so he'd gone for the first since his parents were well known in Japanese Wizarding society. It wasn't unusual for families to arrange marriages, especially those with magical creature traits who wanted to preserve them in the line and Hyde had been having none of it. "What he means is he's a rock star," Bill said, surprising him again for a moment, but then he realised that he had kept up with Bill's career on odd occasions as well. "Shouldn't we be getting on the train?" he asked in attempt to shift the focus away from himself and onto something else. "We're just waiting for Harry and Draco," Ginny said with a smile as if she recognised the diversionary tactics; "they always turn up at the last minute." "Can you blame them," Ron said from behind his wife, "with the way Harry always gets mobbed?" Hyde could sympathise with the rather protective tone in Bill's younger brother's voice; he knew all about crowds of fans, some of whom were less well balanced than others. He could only imagine what it must be like to be a hero as well as famous. "We're here," said a disembodied voice from somewhere to the left and two people appeared out of nowhere. Of course nowhere in the Wizarding world was probably an invisibility cloak of some description, but Hyde was too busy trying not to look like a ridiculous fanboy as he finally laid eyes on two of the most famous wizards in the world to really worry about how the pair had arrived. They were both dressed casually somewhere between Muggle style and Wizarding fashion, but there was just something about them that made Hyde look. He found himself with the crazy desire to reach out and touch which he squashed ruthlessly and told himself not to be so stupid. "Let's board and find some compartments," it was Potter who spoke and no one even looked like they were about to argue, "Minerva said the train's charmed to be longer than usual, but I'd rather be at the front so we can get to the carriages quickly in Hogsmeade." The Weasley clan plus spouses and friends all turned to the express and Hyde just followed along. "Harry, Draco," Bill said as they waited for their turn to board, "this is Hyde, a friend from my school days. Hyde, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy." "I kind of gathered that," Hyde replied with a grin, and nodded in greeting to the other two men. "You have backup against the Gryffindor menace now, Draco," Bill said cheerfully as he indicated Hyde should climb onto the train in front of him, "Hyde was maintaining Slytherin superiority amongst the lions way back in my day." "Not a difficult task," Hyde quipped back as he mounted the steps up into the carriage, but when he glanced behind him he found that he was the subject of an intense stare from Malfoy rather than the smile he had hoped to see. He felt a shiver run down his spine and he walked into the carriage corridor without further comment. Mafloy did not seem to like him that much, but then being as famous as Potter and Malfoy were they probably had to be very careful and Hyde couldn't really begrudge them that. He considered wandering down the train to see if he could find any other school friends and leave the group to their privacy, but Bill all but dragged him into a compartment and he found himself sitting with the Wizarding world's elite. This was turning out to be a far more interesting trip than he had expected. ==== Hyde could not help continually glancing over at where Potter and Malfoy were sitting quietly side by side while the Weasleys in the compartment held a lively debate about Quidditch teams. Ron had insisted that it was tradition and Bill had taken up the gauntlet along with the one twin who was sharing their compartment. There was something that kept attracting his attention and it was beginning to drive him crazy. The problem was, over the last half an hour since the train had left the station he had begun to develop a sinking feeling that he knew what the something was. The fact that his particular demon ancestry had meinaishujin tendencies meant that he was a very sexual being. It also meant that there were certain people in the world he was highly compatible with, which was one of the reasons he had taken to Megumi almost instantly. The beautifully orchestrated TV appearance had not actually been set up by the show, but by his parents who had still been trying to marry him off. The moment he'd met Megumi his hormones had fallen in love and if the truth be told, it hadn't taken the rest of him long to follow. He had a nasty feeling he was experiencing something similar now, not that it would ever be anything like he had with Megumi, because he was mated to her, but something was definitely going on. His shoulder blades were itching and that only happened when his demon heritage was in play. What the whole world thought was a tattoo on his back was in fact an indication that he was sexually mature and had found and accepted a mate. If he had been a full demon he would have had real wings, as it was he had the nice reminder and they had appeared shortly after he had started seeing Megumi. The only other person who had ever made his wings itch was Gackt and he'd practically jumped his friend on their second meeting. Megumi knew what he was and accepted that on very rare occasions there might be times his hormones took over and she had basically told him it was okay as long as he was honest about it with her. A side effect of being mated was that he could not lie to her even if he wanted to, which was one of the reasons he'd been running as fast as possible away from his parents' choices of prospective partners, but he had never found that he even wanted to once they were together so it wasn't a problem. She had found the first incident with Gackt hilarious when he explained that they'd ended up in a storage closet. What was even more annoying was he couldn't tell which of the men was setting him off. He was really beginning to regret sitting in the compartment as the itching spread down his spine and he found himself looking at the two men again. Sooner or later one of them was going to notice and then he had no idea what would happen because it had already been made very clear that both disliked attention. He crossed his legs and thanked the impulse that had made him choose a long jacket as he flicked it over his lap to hide what would otherwise shortly be a very embarrassing hard on. So far that was his only obvious physical reaction and he begged the universe not to be doing this to him. The shots of arousal were becoming increasingly distracting as they ran through him and he kept willing his hormones to calm down. The first time he'd met Gackt he'd had the same problem, but he'd managed to hold it off; this time he was having more trouble. He ripped his eyes away from the pair and stared through the glass in the compartment door and began reading the sign about no magic in the corridors. It was a very boring sign and he thought he might have gained a hold on his raging hormones as he repeated it over in his head for the sixth time, but then he made the mistake of turning back into the carriage. His gaze met green eyes and then grey and his whole body exploded with sensation. There was no gap between impulse and action and he found himself standing before he caught himself. "Need some air," he said, before he could do anything completely ridiculous and then he fled. He didn't stop moving until he was at the other end of the train and then he opened the slide down window and gasped in the fresh air. His mind was spinning and his body was demanding that he head straight back the way he had come to settle this once and for all. The moment he had met both sets of eyes he had known why he was having such a problem; it wasn't one of them that was setting him off, it was both. There was something about the couple that meant he was reacting to them as if they were one, but it was a double whammy. After a few deep breaths he managed to calm himself enough so that he wasn't about to charge back up the train, but he was all too aware he needed a release or he was going to do something stupid. His eyes fell on the toilet door and he reached for it without hesitating. Once inside he locked the door and cast a locking charm just to make sure before unzipping his pants and pushing them down. He sank down onto the seat as he wrapped his fingers around his hard cock, fingering the head as he leant back against the wall. It was heaven and he moaned loudly before he remembered that anyone could come along outside the door. He considered putting up a muffling charm, but he did not want to stop and the idea that someone might hear was more of a turn on than a deterrent. The need for release was thrumming through his veins so loudly that he could focus on nothing else and he stroked himself, completely caught in the act. He was a sensual being at his centre and he let himself fall into the sensations running through his body. It would have been easy to speed up his hand and spill his seed quickly, but he knew himself far too well to be satisfied with that. He wanted the anticipation as much as the completion; needed it to satisfy the part of him that was raging out of control and he worked his cock slowly and firmly, stilling and refusing himself orgasm when he came too close to the edge. His demon side wanted the payoff, but too quickly and he knew he would just keep wanting and he needed to rebalance himself. He could feel the pressure building, feel his body tensing in anticipation and he held himself on the edge as long as he dared. Teasing himself too much could also be problematic since his magic had reacted on more than one occasion, but he knew where the line was. In his mind he could almost see where that point was and as he felt himself coming too close to it he finally sped up his hand and reached for what he had been denying himself. It started at the core of him and moved down through his cock and he came, his body rocked by shudders from head to toe. He had no control at all as his physical form gave in to the ultimate release and all he could do was gasp his completion to the tiny room. For a long few minutes he did not even have the energy to move and it was only a tap on the door that finally made him shift position. "Is anyone in there?" an unfamiliar voice asked rather tentatively. "Just a minute," Hyde replied, quickly washing his hands and then using his wand to clean up. It took him a couple of seconds to put himself back together and then he washed his hands again for good measure before unlocking the door and stepping out. He gave the woman waiting a slight smile and then stepped out of her way. From the look she gave him he had to wonder how long she had been there, but he wandered down the corridor feeling content never the less. ==== Hyde stayed away for a little over an hour, using the time to calm himself down and bring into play strict controls on his libido that he hadn't had to employ since he had met Megumi. Only when he was sure he was in complete control did he venture back towards the carriage where he had left the others. As he opened the door he found himself the centre of attention and he entered quickly, taking his seat again. "Okay there, Hyde?" Bill asked from his seat on the other side of the carriage. Hyde nodded and tried to look relaxed, but it was quite difficult to maintain his calm with the objects of his lust sitting opposite him. "International portkeys make me queasy," he said having long since thought up an excuse, "guess the train set me off again. Sorry about the abrupt departure." "Oh you should have said," Hermione spoke up immediately in a sympathetic tone, "Ellie has the same trouble with flooing and I always carry anti-nausea potions with me." Hyde had to assume that Ellie was Ron and Hermione's daughter that he had heard mentioned once before his sharp exit. Hermione was already reaching into her bag and Hyde could see foul tasting potions in his future if he didn't do something about it. "Thanks," he said quickly, "but I think the fresh air worked. Can I come back to you if it returns?" "Of course," Hermione said with a bright smile that made him feel a little guilty about lying, "but promise me you won't suffer in silence next time." Hyde gave her his best smile in return and made a small cross heart gesture which seemed to satisfy the young witch. "I hate portkeys too," he was surprised to find Potter talking to him directly for the first time and he did his best to hide any awkwardness. "Are you sure you're okay, you look pale?" "Not unusual for me," he replied, trying to make it into a joke, "it's the Yokai blood. My wife has been trying to do something about it for years, but I always end up competing for palest with the local ghost again no matter what she does." "You're married?" Malfoy spoke for the first time and sounded surprised. Hyde nodded and could not help thinking there was something significant about this conversation. "Since two thousand," he replied, not sure why he was revealing details, but finding he wanted to. "My parents wanted me married as soon as I left Hogwarts, but I avoided it until they set me up with Megumi. Then I discovered that maybe they knew what they were talking about and had very good taste. Actually it was a bit like being hit on the head with a brick." That caused a titter of laughter around the carriage, but Malfoy was still studying him carefully. "So you have enough magical creature blood to be mated?" it was rather a personal question from the only other Slytherin in the compartment, but Hyde found himself nodding anyway. At his answer he actually saw some of the tension leave Malfoy and his eyes flicked between the Slytherin and Potter. Something began to occur to him and the reason for his major problems became ridiculously clear. He was looking at a mated pair and he would have put money on the fact that Malfoy was Veela or something very similar. It was strange that he had not heard anything about the family since those with creature blood in their line were usually very open about it. It usually increased magical proficiency so the fact that the Malfoy's appeared to keep it hidden was a conundrum he didn't have enough pieces to solve. The fact that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter had come out the end of the war a couple had been big news all over the Wizarding world, but it had never been revealed how they ended up together. There had been some outlandish theories, but never an expose with the pair themselves. Hyde had the feeling a lot had occurred that no one but Potter and Malfoy and their friends knew. What he couldn't understand was how, if it was the mating drive that had drawn them together, they had not paired up when they were at school. If the instincts had been strong enough to get over the legendry animosity between the two then it should have kicked in earlier than it obviously had. It also explained why Malfoy had been so tense around him; the other Wizard had probably sensed his problem and viewed him as a threat. Since he was mated he was no longer a rival like that which was why Malfoy had relaxed. The atmosphere in the compartment suddenly felt a lot less tense, at least to Hyde it did. ==== The rest of the journey was uneventful; Hyde managed to keep himself firmly under control and as far as he could work out he had been the reason Potter and Malfoy had been uncommunicative, because both entered into the conversation after cards had been laid on the table. Piling off the train was similar to climbing onto it and Hyde stuck with Bill because he really didn't fancy hexing anyone before they even reached the castle. Looking out the window of the carriage he, Bill, Ron and Hermione had co-opted, Hogwarts looked just how he remembered it, even though he knew a large part of it had been destroyed in the final battle with the Dark Lord. However it had been put back together, it had been done so no one could tell the difference. "It's amazing isn't it," Bill said from beside him. "The constant of Hogwarts," Hyde replied without taking his eyes off the castle. There were many magical schools around the world, but Hogwarts was one of the oldest and was possibly the most famous. It had stood as a bastion of the light for so many years that it was known wherever there were wizards. "They finally finished the last repairs this spring," Bill told him with a fond smile, "which is why Professor McGonagall decided to have the reunion now. Don't expect to get away without dipping your hand into your bank account." Hyde laughed; he had always wondered if there wasn't something Slytherin about Minerva McGonagall. Using the reunion as a fundraiser was a plot that was a very nice cross between Gryffindor and Slytherin. "I brought my credit card," he replied cheerfully as his eyes wandered over to the Quidditch pitch. It occurred to him after a second that the reference might have been lost on pureblood wizards, but when he looked back into the carriage no one seemed confused. The trip to the castle was not too long and soon they were disembarking in front of the main doors of Hogwarts. Hyde was so caught up in the nostalgia that he went to straighten robes he wasn't wearing and caught himself with a rueful shake of his head. There were four tables in front of the doors each with a house crest floating above it. "Well I guess this is where we part ways for a while," Hyde said as he realised Gryffindor and Slytherin were on opposite sides of the area. "Looks like it," Bill agreed. "See you later then, Bichan," Hyde said as he watched other Slytherins forming an orderly queue. "Try not to get into any trouble before the party." Bill laughed at that, but did not deny that Gryffindors were very good at finding anything interesting lurking in dark corners. "See you, Hyde," Bill replied and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. Walking over to the line of Slytherins Hyde took his time to look around and soak up the atmosphere of the place. He had always liked the feel of Hogwarts and coming back felt like putting on an old pair of jeans that fitted so well there was nothing more comfortable. He supposed he had been one of the lucky ones who had seen Hogwarts in a time of complete peace and he was glad the castle would be here for more generations. He remembered Snape from his years at Hogwarts, but as he watched the wizard who was greeting the past Slytherins there was something very different about the man. Hyde was not sure what he had expected, but it was not quite what he found. The story of how Severus Snape had killed Albus Dumbledore because of a wizard's oath the ex-Headmaster had required of his spy was almost as well known as the story of Harry Potter's defeat of Voldemort, and Hyde had expected to see a reflection of that. Snape, however, was not even how he remembered him, let alone twisted by the events of the war. Hyde remembered Snape as a cold man who did not smile and was fair to his Slytherins, but could turn at any moment; the Snape in front of him seemed to have thawed. The Head of Slytherin was not wearing black, but rather dark green and his hair had a liberal sprinkling of grey, but his face looked younger. After thinking about it as he waited, Hyde could come to only one conclusion; Snape looked like a man who had been released from years of imprisonment. When Snape looked up with an almost pleasant expression as he reached the front of the line he was sure hell had frozen over. He handed over his invitation, but his head of house already had an envelope in his hands; it seemed Snape knew who he was. "Welcome back, Mr Takarai," Snape said and passed over the envelope, "I see you are still consorting with Gryffindors." "They're much more fun to play with, Professor," Hyde replied with a slight smile. He could have sworn that caused Snape's eyes to twinkle with mirth, but Hyde's logical brain immediately told him that was impossible. He accepted the envelope and moved out of the way so the next person could come under Snape's eye; it was the weirdest feeling to have one of your constants in life suddenly change. Inside the envelope were a map and a set of instructions which he began to read as he headed up the stairs to the door. It seemed that for the weekend Hogwarts had gone from being a school to being a hotel; if he remembered rightly the room that was marked as his had been part of the charms class room in his day. Keeping tight hold of the map he decided to do his best to try and find it without getting lost. ==== Hyde inspected himself in the mirror and even if he did say so himself was pleased with the result. For the party he'd chosen one of his more interesting outfits with a long flowing black coat that had lots of odd layers, a bright white poet's style shirt and black leather trousers. It wasn't as flamboyant as some of the things he wore at home, but it was close enough to robes to impress Wizards and individual enough to fulfil his sense of style. The silver accessories were still on the bedside table and he picked them up one by one and put them on. Rings, necklace and belt chain went on easily and then he took one last look in the mirror before heading for the door. The moment he walked over the threshold he felt Flitwick's charm, which the instructions had mentioned, come into effect and he looked down to see a very tasteful silver Slytherin crest on his coat, matching his outfit perfectly. Every room in the castle apart from the Great Hall had to be in use as a bedroom, Hyde was sure. It must have taken some seriously clever charms work to change classrooms into places to stay, but Hyde had always known Hogwarts harboured some of the best minds in the Wizarding world; that was why his parents had sent him here for his N.E.W.T.s. He nodded to several people he recognised as he made his way into the Great Hall, but he didn't see anyone he could name. He had always been shy of people he didn't know and coming in to Hogwarts at sixth year meant he had made a couple of very good friends, but he had basically avoided everyone else. He knew people vaguely, but he had nothing to really remember them and he did not feel like trying to get to know any of them now. Arriving early so he could assess everyone else as they came in was not a plan he was allowed to execute very often, but he was on his own here and so he ensconced himself in a corner to watch the other alumni arrive. He spent a good twenty minutes mentally critiquing the outfits of those entering the hall and the lowest so far was minus two for a truly hideous purple contraption that the dear woman wearing it should have used as a lampshade not a dress. He really had to wonder at times about Wizarding fashion. It was just as he was beginning to get bored of the game of 'assassinate the dress sense of fellow alumi', when the Twins made a spectacular entrance. What made it quite so entertaining was the fact that they were being chased by their sister who was casting curses after them like there was no tomorrow. Ginny was wearing a beautiful green gown, but at that moment her hair was every shade of the rainbow. "Come here, brothers mine," she challenged as the twins did their best to find things to hide behind, "stop hiding and I'll make my revenge quick." "It'll wear off," one twin said. "In ten minutes, we," the other continued. "Swear," the first finished. All Hyde could do was laugh at the look on Ginny's face; the twins were so completely dead. "Misters and Miss Weasley," a loud voice boomed from the back of the hall and Hyde was impressed by Snape's volume, "if you would be so kind as to hex each other to oblivion outside the main hall, thank you." Ginny gave Snape a very interesting grin. "Whatever you say, Professor," she said in a tone worthy of the most cunning Slytherin and then she turned on her heel and marched out the way she had come. The twins appeared out from behind the people they had chosen as human shields and both of them looked sceptically at the door. "Gentlemen," Snape said, clearly relishing his authority in a way that made Hyde want to laugh out loud. "But, Professor," one of the twins said. "You know she's waiting for us," the other finished. "And you should have thought of that before you chose to interfere with a woman's hair," Snape replied, totally unsympathetic. The twins looked hopefully at the staff door and Snape just pointed to the main doors. Hyde did begin laughing out loud when the twins walked to their doom and the first thing that could be heard as they exited were loud shouts of surprise. As it was, the pair reappeared fifteen minutes later and one had lurid green hair so long that he was tripping over it, and the other was wearing a skirt and high heels. They appeared to be in good humour about the whole thing and even gave Ginny a small bow when she entered, hair completely back to normal, but Hyde decided to stay out of their way until he was sure the fallout was over. It was shortly after that when his evening began to go down hill; if the quiet whispering hadn't been enough to tell him who had arrived then the itching over his shoulder blades would have done. He couldn't help admiring the pair even if he knew he should have been distracting himself. Potter was wearing a long black frock coat, black breeches, knee high leather boots and a deep green silk shirt; his hair looked like it had taken hours to style and he'd exchange his telltale glasses for what Hyde assumed was a temporary charm since Potter appeared to be able to see. Malfoy was in a similar outfit, but his breeches were cream, his boots brown and his shirt white, and he wore his hair in traditional pureblood style; long and free flowing. They were gorgeous; there was no other way of putting it and Hyde could not take his eyes off them. It was also clear they were practiced in the art of socialising because they passed a few words and immediately split to say good evening to several people in the room. After being polite for a few minutes he watched as Malfoy headed towards the refreshments and he found himself wondering what the arse under the frock coat actually looked like. Hyde told himself to walk in the opposite direction and not go near Potter or Malfoy, but his feet seemed to have different ideas to his brain. He ended up standing behind Malfoy at the drinks table and remaining at arm's length was about the best he could do. "Good evening," he greeted, reaching past the other Slytherin to pick up a glass of champagne. Malfoy gave him a very appraising look and finally nodded in greeting. "Good evening," the other Slytherin replied politely. Most of those who had arrived so far were milling around in other places in the room, so for now he and Malfoy were alone, so he decided now was probably the best time for a quiet conversation. It needed to be done to prevent any misunderstandings and Hyde thought earlier was better than later. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" he asked very quietly, taking a handful of the odd shaped pretzel type snacks that were beside the filled glasses. Malfoy frowned at him without speaking for a while, but eventually nodded. "If you must," was the terse reply. "I apologise, but I think it would be best if we were clear on this," Hyde told his companion. "Are you Veela?" Malfoy did not look pleased at all, but did give a sign of assent. "Your family does not advertise the fact I take it," Hyde asked carefully. "The Veela blood is so weak in the Malfoy line that there is no point in speaking of it," the younger man replied in little more than a whisper. "I am what I am because of Voldemort." The finality of the last word was not lost on Hyde and he knew he would be given no more information on that point. "And you are mated to Potter?" he wanted to be very sure of this. "We were locked up together while I was unstable," Malfoy said tersely; "what Voldemort never expected was for us to be compatible. A joke on Voldemort's part ended up with us a bonded pair and free." Malfoy was clearly uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, but seemed resigned to it. "From your earlier attitude I can only assume you are aware that I had a reaction to the pair of you," it was the most delicate way he could think of putting it. Another terse nod from Malfoy and a glance over to where Potter was standing talking to some people Hyde had not seen before. "I wish to apologise for any tension I may have caused," he said carefully, "I was not expecting such a reaction and I regret my lack of control. It will not happen again." Malfoy appeared surprised by that and the Slytherin's expression softened a little. Something seemed to have wound up Malfoy since Hyde had last seen him and Hyde was glad he had decided to speak to the younger man as Malfoy's demeanour changed. He found himself the centre of a very careful assessment and he stood there passively, understanding the instincts which were ruling Malfoy. Eventually Malfoy simply nodded. "We are both victims of our heritage," the younger Slytherin finally said, "let's hope neither of us do anything stupid." "I'll drink to that," Hyde replied and lifted his glass in a toast and then with a small nod he turned and walked away. Now all he had to do was find something else to hold his attention until he could escape. End of Part 1

Hyde's wings were tingling like mad and he was ready to call it quits and return to his room by the time the light around the high table went up and the rest of the hall dimmed slightly. Professor McGonagall looked every inch the Headmistress as she stood on the raised dais decked out in regal green robes with a tartan sash. "Welcome, alumni," she said with one of her rare smiles, "it is so nice to see so many faces that have not graced these halls for many years...." Hyde tuned her out, he really wasn't in the mood for speeches and he began to carefully make his way towards the back of the room. What he really wanted was time alone to deal with the problem his leather pants were confining and his loose white shirt was hiding. There was only so long he could walk around with a hard on and ignore it, and he'd been doing just that for the last hour and a half. He had the urges under control, but that didn't mean his body wasn't still reacting to the signals. The Headmistress was reminiscing about Professor Dumbledore when he finally reached the door and Hyde didn't think there was a dry Hufflepuff eye in the house as he quietly exited the room. Nostalgia was all very well, but he didn't have the patience just at that moment. Being around Muggles so long he'd forgotten how stuffy some people in the Wizarding world could be and most of them had been far from the distraction he had needed. His own arousal had made him sensitive to others and he was positive that some of the ex-students had regressed to teenagers if the hormone levels were anything to go by and yet nothing even remotely interesting seemed to have been happening. As he made a beeline for his room he did not expect the first person he bumped into to be Harry Potter, but it seemed his luck was not in at that moment. His mind had just started pondering what he was going to be doing the moment he had a locking charm on his door and it was really not the time for him to meet one of the objects of his ridiculous hormonal obsession. The shot of arousal that lanced all over his body coming to rest in a gentle throbbing at his groin and between his shoulder blades was enough to put him off his stride. He felt his body react to the situation that little step further than it had on the train and the shadows around him sharpened as his demon traits rose closer to the surface. Blinking rapidly and leaning against the wall he tried to dispel the effect, but he knew he had to be looking at the world with red eyes and he only hoped that he didn't spook anyone. "Are you okay?" Potter sounded genuinely concerned and Hyde looked up to find the man only a couple of feet away. "Fine," he said in a tight voice as he reeled back in his wayward hormones, "but would you mind stepping back, please." He felt like yelling something along the lines of 'Get the hell away from me,' but he wasn't sure how well that would go down. After all it wasn't as if the hero of the Wizarding world had done anything to him. "Harry, where have you been?" Hyde heard the other far too familiar voice and almost moaned as his hormones spiked for a second time. "Fuck," was the word he actually chose to express his current feelings. "Hyde?" Malfoy sounded a little tense. Taking deep breaths was not a good idea, because the pheromones in the air really didn't need a faster way into his system, but it was that or hyperventilate, so Hyde just did his best to stay calm. The itch around his shoulder blades was more like a sting now and that was definitely not a good sign. "Please go away," he said, making sure his eyes were resolutely on the floor. "Harry, what's going on?" Hyde could hear jealousy in Malfoy's tone which really did not bode well. The fact that the mental vision of a jealous Veela seemed to fuel rather than dampen his ardour was very bad news. "Harry, why are you here with him?" Malfoy sounded just shy of irrational and that was enough to make Hyde make the mistake of looking up. Malfoy's eyes were almost glinting with anger and Hyde lost it. Control vanished in an instant and he turned, grabbed Malfoy by the front of his robes and dragged the wizard into the most scorching kiss he could manage. Malfoy's initial reaction was an indignant squeak, but that was before magical creature pheromones hit magical creature pheromones like two high speeding trains and then Malfoy was wrapped around him as tightly as he was wrapped around Malfoy. Hyde didn't know who was winning in the battle of tongues, but he really didn't care. The entire reunion could have come marching round the corner and it still wouldn't have stopped him. "Um, excuse me?" were the rather annoyed words that brought him back enough to actually pull partially away from Malfoy. Harry Potter was standing glaring at them with his hands on his hips and Potter's temper had enough of a reputation even in Japan to make Hyde pause for at least a moment. He looked at Malfoy who's eyes were dilated with lust and who's lips were pouty and pink from being kissed and he knew he couldn't stop; not unless Potter hexed him into oblivion. From the look Malfoy was giving him, the part-Veela was a bit beyond walking away from this as well. They shared a quick look and some sort of understanding passed between them in a way that Hyde was pretty sure only those at the mercy of their instincts would understand and then Malfoy was latching onto his neck and he was stretching out to grab Potter. The Gryffindor felt even more startled by this turn of events than Malfoy had been as Hyde pulled him in for a kiss, but either his pheromones had a similar effect on Potter as they had on Malfoy or Potter simply gave in. Hyde couldn't tell because Harry Potter seemed to be one hundred percent human and therefore had no indicator as to whether it was instinct or simple lust that caused his actions. The resulting three way kiss was mind blowing in its intensity, a little awkward in some of the combinations and ended up with Hyde flat against the wall as the other two pawed at him and each other. Clothes were definitely going to be shed at any moment and he had enough brain power to realise that the corridor just off the Great Hall was not a good place for this. "Privacy," he just about managed to say before Malfoy covered his mouth again and literally sucked his tongue out of his control. One of Potter's arms wound around him tighter than it had been and then there was a crack and suddenly they were no longer in the corridor. Even though most of his brain was residing below his waist at the moment, Hyde knew that what had just happened should have been impossible. He found that his shock gave him just a little control back. "That's..." he began to say. "Impossible," Malfoy interrupted him, clearly not overly interested in that part of events, "yes we know; Hogwarts and Harry have a unique relationship; the castle lets him do things other people can't." Hyde decided to just accept it since it meant that he hadn't had to worry about gathering the brain power to walk anywhere, and the first available private place was not a broom closet and had an actual bed in it. He assumed they were in the couple's room and that was about as far as his rational brain managed to ponder before he found himself in the middle of a three way battle to remove clothes as fast as possible. "Stop!" It was Potter's commanding tone that brought the frenzy to a gasping halt and Hyde found himself half dressed and holding a shirt that was not his own. It was quite surprising how that one word seemed to have kick started his logical thoughts again as reality landed on him like a ton of bricks. The idea that he was with Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy; two of the most famous names in the Wizarding world, and he had been about to leap into bed with them made it into his head and he almost laughed. The whole thing was just a little to the left of normal. What kept his laugh inside was quite how serious Potter appeared to be. Something important was obviously going on in the other man's head and whatever it was had given Potter enough will power to pull out of a tryst with two overdosing magical creatures, which was no mean feat. They were all dishevelled and partially dressed, but Potter had brought them to a halt before anything else could happen. "Harry," Malfoy's tone was low and possessive, but Potter stopped his partner from doing anything by holding up a hand. Hyde wasn't sure how long he could hold it together, but he did know he could make it out of the room if Potter chose to eject him. He wasn't sure what he'd do after that, possibly go and jump in the lake and attempt to drown his hormones, but he did know he could just about walk away. The next couple of days would not be much fun, but he'd figure that out if necessary. "Do we really want to do this," Potter asked looking from Malfoy to Hyde and back again, "or are we just going to really regret it in the morning?" Hyde's body screamed that of course they wanted to do this and he knew that he wouldn't feel guilty for himself, but he definitely did not want to wreck his companions' relationship. There were non-verbal messages passing between the two younger wizards and he did not even try to interpret them as he waited for them to come to some sort of agreement. When he found himself the subject of two intense gazes it was quite difficult to hold still. "You're married," it took him a moment before it dawned on him that he seemed to be the issue here as Potter voiced what he appeared to be worried about. It had never occurred to him that the reason Potter called a halt could have been him, Hyde had assumed it was something between Potter and Malfoy. "She knows," he said with complete honesty; "it's happened before. Megumi understands. You?" "Not the first time we've had a threesome," Potter admitted, "but it is the first time with a virtual stranger." There was not a lot Hyde could say about that; it was true after all. "Okay," he said, thinking as quickly as he could, "if I stab you in the back and sell the story to the Wizarding newspapers, you can always sell it to the Muggle ones and get your own back." Potter and Malfoy shared a look. "Good enough for me," Malfoy finally gave his opinion on the matter and that just left Potter. Green eyes bored into his and Hyde found himself almost hypnotised as for some reason he could not quite understand he held himself perfectly still. He felt as if his soul was on display as he looked into the gaze of possibly the most powerful man on the planet. "If you want me to leave say now," Hyde said eventually as he felt his instincts rising over his logical thoughts again, "or you're going to have to stun me to stop me." The noise that Malfoy made in the back of his throat at that disclosure did not help Hyde to hang on to his libido at all as it ran up his spine and caused his shoulders to twitch as if he had real wings. He did not lose all sense when his Yokai instincts took over, but no matter how well he could think he was almost a passenger in his own body. Just when he thought he might break and do something Potter finally moved and it was to take the hem of the shirt that was still on the younger wizard's back, if barely. Hyde watched every muscle move as Potter slowly removed the material that was obscuring his body and Hyde found himself licking his lips. What Harry Potter had hidden beneath his robes was something to see indeed, and the low purring type noise coming from Malfoy was definitely indicating the part-Veela's approval as well. Hyde looked over to Malfoy to check that he was not about to find himself on the wrong side of an angry Veela, but Malfoy seemed to have hold of himself and was watching to see what he would do. He took the offer for what it was and crossed the distance between himself and Potter as calmly as he could. The only thing more delicious to him than contact with a compatible being was the touch of his mate and Megumi was not here so he reached out to take what was before him. The moment his fingers connected with Potter's chest he felt the tingling over his shoulders begin to spread and cover the rest of his skin. The Saviour of the Wizarding world was a good head taller than him, but Hyde thought he was at a perfect height just then as he dragged his gaze over wonderful, chiselled flesh. He was following a subconscious map in his head now and he leaned forward to place a small kiss on the gently curving collar bone just in front of him. He was so busy tasting the flesh under his lips that he did not realise where Malfoy was until he felt a body move in behind him. Bare flesh pressed up against his back and he drew back from his target, gasping as every muscle in his shoulders twitched. It occurred to one corner of his mind that he was surrounded by two much bigger men, both of whom were legendary in their magical strength and rather than making him nervous it made his cock throb with heat. Usually he was dominant, always wanting to drive what was happening and having to pull himself back to allow his partner to take the lead if they wanted to, but when Po-Harry, he corrected himself, leant forward and covered his mouth for a kiss and Draco pulled him close from behind he let go and allowed the two taller men to control what was happening. Something about the combination of magical creature blood in the room was allowing him to remain docile, at least at the moment, and he enjoyed it as the two other men tasted him and learned his body with their hands. He stayed passive, letting himself simply feel until Draco rubbed against him in a full body touch and the hardness against his side was unmistakable. It sparked excitement inside him and he finally began to move, running his hands behind him as he continued to kiss Harry, he found the fastenings of Draco's pants by blindly fumbling, but it didn't take him very long to figure out how to release the obstruction. Draco ran fingers through his hair, pulling his head back and away from Harry before leaning forward and kissing him himself as he twisted slightly and snaked one hand into Draco's pants. Draco hummed into the kiss and Hyde moved his fingers a little to add to the stimulation he was providing. He felt Harry's hands feathering over his chest and then his own lower clothing was being loosened and he was also being manhandled. It was pleasant for a while, but the clothing was too restrictive and eventually he broke away from the kiss and eased himself free of the intimate touch with both his companions. It was time to really begin playing. Hyde did not really care what he had to do or what he looked like or anything that might have interrupted the moment; all he was certain about was he wanted as much of the two men he was with as he could possibly get. He could feel the hunger for sex reverberating through his body and his Yokai genes were making themselves known in the most forceful way they could. He sank to his knees, unfastening and pulling Harry's tight breeches away from the very shapely hips and thighs beneath. It delighted him to find that Harry was wearing nothing beneath the skin tight clothes and he revealed a very healthy erection right where he wanted it. Draco sank to the ground behind him, moving in close and running hands over his body as he simply surveyed the prize before him. Pulling down Harry's breeches as far as the boots would allow him, he looked up through long lashes to see Harry gazing down at him. The anticipation in the eyes he met flowed over him like a wave and like heat and he moved immediately. Running his hands up the sides of the strong thighs in front of him he lent forward and just breathed on the head of the cock in his line of vision. The little moan from Harry told him just how sensitive the other wizard was at that moment and he flicked his tongue quickly out of his mouth, just making contact with the tip next to his face. He felt a quiver run through both of Harry's thighs, so he did it again and was rewarded by a breathy gasp. Draco seemed to be doing his best to distract Hyde, but at that moment he was focused, and short of putting a hand back down his pants, there was not a lot Draco could do. His senses were full of the smell of sex and Hyde wanted to taste more than the briefest of contacts he had had so far. Leaning just that little bit more he ran his tongue down the salty slit as he opened his mouth and took the head of Harry's cock inside. The quiver in Harry's thighs was very noticeable now, but the wizard stood firm as Hyde sucked as if the prize in his mouth was the finest of lollipops. The taste of Harry was sharp and slightly bitter and his mind catalogued it and filed the knowledge away, uniquely identifying the other wizard in a way he would never forget. He had had few lovers in his time, needing there to be at least a certain something about any he chose even before he was mated, and he knew each, male and female, by scent and taste. He explored the flavour for a while, running his tongue everywhere he could reach as he moved his mouth over Harry's delicious cock and if the sounds he earned in return were anything to go by, Harry appeared to be enjoying the attention. By the time he felt that he was familiar enough with the intrusion in his mouth Harry was making little thrusting movements with his hips that Hyde was controlling with a firm grip on either side. He smiled slightly around Harry's erection and then he swallowed him whole. "Christ!" was the instant response and then there were fingers tangling in his hair. He may not have had many partners in his time, but Hyde liked to be good at anything he did and you didn't spend years as an on and off lover with Gackt without learning how to be very good at sex. It didn't hurt that his demon blood made him a very fast learner and he had perfected deep-throating a long time ago. Moving slowly he bobbed his head backwards and forwards taking Harry's dick as deep as he could with each forward move. The groans of pleasure urged him on and he was so completely absorbed in what he was doing that Draco barely impinged on his consciousness. Only as he was pulling back so that he almost released Harry completely did Draco make himself known again and very forcefully as well. The first thing Hyde knew was a hand sliding into his open pants and then he was being pulled backwards by a gentle pressure over his groin and a firm arm around his chest. He heard Harry moan at the loss, but Draco was leaning over him and forcing his tongue into his mouth before he could do anything to appease the abandoned man. There was something possessive and dominant about Draco and Hyde surrendered immediately, sharing the taste on his tongue with the man who had to know it so well already. This was partly about sensation and partly about Draco pointing out that Harry was his and Hyde did not try to fight it. He had no claim here and the demon in him acknowledged that Draco did. When he was urged to his feet he went and only then did the blond Slytherin release him. By that time he was breathless and aching from the pure power he had felt from Draco and he so wanted more. His eyes ran down the length of Draco's body, lingering over the bulge in the part Veela's open breeches as he spied the other prize he had not yet tasted. "You want it, strip," was the immediate response to his very unsubtle advance and the challenge made him grin. His dominant nature was lurking just under the surface, but he rather liked the edge it gave the whole situation and he flicked his tongue at Draco in a little show of defiance. The part Veela's eyes flared for a moment and just before it went too far he reached down and pulled off one boot, quickly followed by the other. He lost about an inch in height as he divested himself of his footwear, but it was not his height that was important anymore and he hooked his thumbs into the top of his pants. Very slowly he pushed the material down, revealing that he too had worn an outfit that was not suitable for underwear. It was more a matter of peeling the leather off than just pushing it out of the way and he did his best to give Draco and Harry a show as he moved. From the way Draco was intently watching him he thought he was succeeding. A look passed between his two companions, but he kept his focus on Draco who indicated the bed. Hyde was happy enough to comply, but he wanted his promised prize so he climbed onto the mattress on hands and knees. That seemed to please Draco more than anything and he was rewarded by the display of Draco removing the rest of his own clothes. The blond was beautiful in the nude, all long lean lines that reminded him somewhat of Gackt and was a wonderful contrast to the slightly more muscular frame of Harry. Neither of the English wizards were anything other than slender, but the Veela in Draco gave him a finer frame. Draco moved to stand next to the edge of the bed and Hyde was quite happy to come to the edge and take what was on offer. Since he was using his arms to hold himself up he had much less control than with Harry and he suspected that was exactly what Draco wanted. He followed the same ritual as before, flicking his tongue out just for a moment of taste to begin with, but he did not have the luxury of as much time and he engulfed Draco's cock with his mouth quickly. The flavour lanced straight into his brain and etched itself onto his memory with incredible intensity and he explored it with his whole tongue. Draco's fingers wound into his hair almost immediately and he was well aware who was in control of this moment. For now he was happy to comply and when the hands on his head urged him forward he opened his throat and swallowed the cock down. It was as he let his movements be guided in a gentle rhythm that he felt the bed dip behind him and then there were hands on his arse. Just for a moment he froze as his dominant side realised just how little control he had, but the fingers on his buttock began a slow motion that soothed his sudden unease. He was urged into motion again by Draco, but the hands touching him had part of his attention now and he could not help pulling back slightly when he felt himself spread and something warm, wet and insistent pushed against his entrance. It took him a moment to realise that a tongue was playing with his arse and he moaned around the cock in his mouth. His cock throbbed so hard that it almost drowned him in sensation and he didn't care that he was at the mercy of the two men with him. Harry and Draco seemed to know exactly what they were doing and a corner of Hyde's mind wondered if this is how they treated any they took to their bed, but most of him was too busy feeling and tasting to care. He was at the mercy of the tongue taking away coherent thought and the insistent thrusting into his mouth and he really didn't know what to do when both were taken away at the same time. He moaned, head dropping as he was released, but wanting back the forceful intrusion even though his jaw was aching, and desperately needing something to replace the sensation that had been removed from his arse. When he felt a slick, warm cock pressed against his entrance he had no thought of resisting and he pushed back, eager for the penetration. His muscles had loosened against the warm wetness of Harry's tongue, but not quite enough and he had to stop for a moment as his body signalled pain. "Okay?" Harry asked, holding very still, for which Hyde was eternally grateful. "Second," was about the only coherent thing he could manage to reply. Willing his muscles to relax he pushed back a little more and this time there was the familiar burn, but no sharp pain. Easing back in a slow even move he sank onto Harry's cock and the other wizard grunted in pleasure. The almost purring sound was coming from Draco again and Hyde looked up to see that they were being watched very closely. If the way Draco was stroking himself was anything to go by the part Veela liked the view. "Move ... please," Hyde said as he let his head fall again and by the way Harry went into motion immediately he had to assume that was exactly the right thing to have said. Harry had used plenty of lube and the first couple of thrusts were less than comfortable, but Hyde found himself adjusting to the penetration very quickly. His body was after all designed for sex and he had yet to find something that he found impossible. Draco gave them a minute or two to move together and then Hyde found his head being lifted again and his mouth urged open. It was the first time he had ever been taken from both ends and it took them all a few seconds to find a rhythm that was comfortable. He could not help but moan around the cock down his throat as Harry changed his angle and started hitting the sweet spot and he found himself losing touch with reality slightly as his body sank into the sensations running through it. Both Harry's and Draco's movements built until they both felt almost desperate and Hyde let his body be used; he could sense their need as if it was his own. When Harry's arm snaked round his body and took hold of his cock it was too much and he could not stop himself coming almost as soon as he was touched. From the shuddering gasps that came from Harry the spasms in his arse had taken the other wizard by surprise and pushed him over as well so he sucked hard on Draco, determined that no one was going to miss this. "Fuck," was the reaction from Draco, who clearly had not been expecting that and lost whatever battle he might have been having with control and shot his load down Hyde's throat. All three of them collapsed onto the bed in a shuddering heap and Hyde closed his eyes, letting the delicious spasms spread through every muscle. Every nerve was alive and not even the awkward slide of Harry pulling out could take the pleasure down a notch and he lay there in a haze of ecstasy. There was nothing in the world quite like sex. For a while he let himself relax, but he was in rather an odd position and eventually practicality had to overcome the after glow. He went to move and there was a grunt behind him and then there was a hand on his back, right over his left shoulder blade. He could not help the loud gasp as the contact sent erotic messages around his over sensitised body. The wings were his second most erogenous zone and Harry seemed to have just found that out purely by accident, but it was too late; his demon was interested again. Hyde felt himself becoming hard again and he looked over his shoulder at where Harry was half propped up behind him. He did not even try and curb the lecherous smile he felt break onto his face; there was far more fun to be had yet. ==== Hyde woke up when he was tipped unceremoniously onto his side and he blinked blearily at the out of focus person who had just ousted him from sleep. It took a moment for his eyes to start working properly, but by the time they did he had already figured out that the dark haired person in front of him had to be Harry. The other wizard was peering at him myopically and appeared to be just as half awake as he was. It was only then that it occurred to Hyde that he was in rather an awkward position and though his top half seemed to have twisted, his bottom half hadn't. He looked down the bed, or rather up it since it seemed he and Harry had been sleeping the wrong way up, and found there was a blond asleep across his legs. "I feel like I drank a tanker of champagne last night," Harry said while Hyde tried to figure out how to extract his legs without doing Draco a mischief, "but I know for a fact I only had two glasses." "Pheromones," Hyde said as he pulled at one of his pinned limbs as gently as he could; "with two of us producing them we're all probably going to be a little sore this morning. They would have pushed us a little further than we might normally have gone and I expect you're dehydrated." Draco might not have looked heavy, but he was bigger than Hyde and the younger wizard was a dead weight; there was no easy way out of the current tangle. "Would you mind helping," Hyde asked as he considered his options, "it's that or tip him on the floor." He looked back to Harry to find a rather unsettling grin on his companion's face. "After what he put me through last night before the party started," Harry said, seemingly relishing the moment, "you can tip him on the floor. The way he caved...I'll give him 'hormone induced haze of lust'." It seemed that there had been an interesting conversation at some point the previous evening, but Hyde knew when not to dig too deeply. "Jealous type?" he asked, although he knew the answer already. "He would have been the jealous type without the Veela," Harry revealed, although Hyde did not fail to notice the loving glance the other Wizard sent his partner; "with it he can occasionally be a nightmare. I think a little payback is deserved." Hyde just gave a little shrug of his shoulders and then put all his strength behind a flex of his legs. There was an unceremonious shout and then an audible thud as Draco hit the floor. The thud was followed by some inspired swearing, so much so that Hyde dragged himself to the side of the bed and looked over. After a moment, Harry joined him. "Bastard," was Draco's succinct opinion. "It was his idea," Hyde replied and indicated Harry without the slightest remorse; he hadn't been a Slytherin for nothing. The fact that now he had moved he could feel exactly what he had been up to the night before did not incline him to being generous. At least the genie was back in the bottle and his hormones were back under control. He knew from experience that the urges would return if he were to remain around Draco or Harry for some time, but since he was going home soon that wouldn't be a problem. He glanced around the room and noticed that the three of them had quite spectacularly trashed the place. There were clothes all over the furniture, one of the large wing back chairs near the fireplace was overturned and wherever Harry's and Draco's stuff had been before last night it was now on the floor. Hyde didn't remember being that destructive, but he suspected that parts of the previous evening were lost in the pheromone haze and would only be reappearing in his dreams. "Oh god, ow," came from Harry's direction and Hyde looked round to see that his younger bed companion had tried to sit up properly. "I'm not sure what hurts more, my arse or my back. How the hell did I strain all the muscles down my right side?" It seemed he wasn't the only one who was a bit sketchy on the details and he could not help snorting with laughter. That send reverberations all over his body and he felt a few of his own muscles complaining again. "I don't suppose either of you have any muscle relaxant potion?" he asked without holding out much hope; it was the type of thing most magical families kept at home, but it wasn't exactly what anyone would pack. "I wish," Draco said, pulling himself up off the floor, "but I bet the Hospital Wing does." The expression that came over the other Slytherin's face then was what Hyde could only describe as artful and it was aimed squarely at Harry. "Hell no," was the immediate response. "But Madam Pomfrey likes you," Draco said in a very sweet tone and he actually batted his eyelashes; Hyde was impressed. "And what exactly do I tell her when she asks me why I want it and why I need three doses?" Harry did not look about to budge as Hyde glanced between the two. This was a side of their relationship he had not seen and he was reminded scarily of how well Megumi had him round her little finger; he knew that Harry was going to cave sooner or later. "You pulled something when dancing thanks to one of the Twins' pranks and thanks to your revenge the idiots are in a similar state," Draco said with a coy little smile. Harry glared for a few seconds longer and then began climbing off the bed muttering under his breath something about bloody Slytherins. Hyde shared a look with Draco to express how impressed he was with his companion's handling of his partner as Harry climbed into some clothes and disappeared. "Gryffindors are great once you have them trained properly," was Draco's only comment on the matter and then the blond climbed back onto the bed, stole most of the sheets and curled into a ball, clearly intent on going back to sleep. ==== The relaxant potion was doing its job, but Hyde was still a little sore as he quietly left Harry and Draco's room. He'd left the couple curled up together since Harry had returned from his mission blushing like a ripe tomato and Hyde had felt it was time to say goodbye. It was still early and he hoped to get back to his room before the castle was swarming with people. His clothes were dishevelled enough that it would be obvious that he had not been in his own bed all night. Closing the door carefully so it didn't bang, he straightened his jacket and squirmed a little as his pants rode up on a sore spot. He hadn't felt like this since Gackt had decided to celebrate the wrapping of Moon Child by spiking his drink with something that was to Yokai what cat nip was to a roaming tom. Gackt was Muggle and only knew about magical things because the whole glowing red eyes had been a bit of a give away when Hyde had first accosted his fellow musician, and Gackt had not fully understood how potent the herb was. That had been an interesting night. "Hyde?" The voice that came from behind him made him almost jump out of his skin. His heart was thumping in his chest as he turned to find that he was not alone. "Fuck, don't do that," he said pointedly, "you'll give me a heart attack." What Bill was doing wandering Hogwarts this early in the morning Hyde had no idea, but it seemed he had been caught. "Why are you coming out of Harry and Draco's room?" Bill asked with such innocence in his tone that Hyde almost laughed. He thought it was quite obvious why he was coming out of the room, but trust a Gryffindor to think there could be another explanation. "Take a guess, Bichan," he said, not even bothering to try and think up a plausible excuse. Bill was not slow and the light dawned in an instant, and then Bill looked confused. "I thought you were happily mated?" some sort of plot was obviously forming in the Gryffindor's head and Hyde knew he had to stop it. "I am," he said with a roll of his eyes. "You're married to a Veela, Bichan, don't tell me Fleur has never had urges, most likely for other females." The way Bill's face began to go a splendid red colour told Hyde all he needed to know about that. "And took you with her by the looks of it," he teased as he found himself with the upper hand. "So that's what was happening on the train yesterday," Bill was catching on fast, "no wonder you couldn't sit still, but Draco looked liked he wanted to kill you not shag you." "He did," Hyde replied, not really wanting to talk about this, but knowing he had to or there would be misunderstandings, "if I was a free male I would have been a threat, since I'm not I wasn't and we were trying to avoid each other, but things got out of hand. Now if you don't mind I'm going to go and have a very long soak in the bath so I can sit down some time in the next week." He knew he'd won when Bill's face cracked into a wide smile. "Over did it a bit?" Bill asked in a totally unsympathetic manner. "If Fleur ever reacts to another magical creature you'll know first hand, Bichan," Hyde said and gave his friend a suggestive eyebrow wiggle, then he turned back the way he had originally intended to go and began to walk. Bill had the gall to laugh at him when his steps faltered and he had to adjust his stride, but turning around and hexing his old friend was just too much effort to be bothered with. ==== Hyde almost fell through the doorway of his home since he was so loaded down with gifts for his family. Possibly he had gone a little mad in Hogsmeade, but he liked to spoil those he loved and it wasn't as if there was a weight limit on portkeys like there was on aeroplanes. He was very glad of the charms on the packages as he promptly found himself with an arm full of Megumi and he managed to drop every thing in his hands. "You're home," she squealed with delight, "I didn't think you would be back until this evening." "Took an earlier portkey," he revealed and gave Megumi a quick kiss in greeting, "I missed you." "I missed you too," Megumi said, pulling back, but clearly happy to have him home. "Did you bring me presents?" "Of course," Hyde replied and produced a small box from his pocket with a flourish. His beautiful wife took it as he offered it to her and smiled excitedly. He made it a rule to always bring her back something she could keep as well as the usual type of perishable gifts and he'd found this one in a small jewellers off the main street in Hogsmeade. The smile the settled on his face as Megumi carefully released the bow holding the box closed just would not go away; he loved to see his wife so happy. When Megumi pulled out the pendant her expression was a perfect picture that Hyde immediately committed to memory. "It's beautiful," she whispered almost reverently as the tiny silver snake glittered in the light. "It also has a protection charm sealed into the metal," he explained as Megumi held it out so that he could help her put it on; "if you need me all you have to do is hold it and call my name." "I love it," she said as soon as it was around her neck. That was all Hyde needed to hear and he pulled Megumi close for a much more sensual kiss. The warmth of familiarity he felt in that small touch was almost enough to chase away the tiredness of the trip home. "Where's our little one?" he asked, reluctantly pulling back from his lovely wife. "With my mother," Megumi replied with an impish smile; "I wanted to welcome you back properly." Hyde grinned back; he liked that idea, but of course there was one thing he had to get out of the way first. He was about to launch into an explanation when he saw Megumi's eyes fix on the side of his neck where he knew there was a rather impressive hicky, which rather scuppered his whole plan. "Another reaction?" Megumi asked and Hyde was as surprised as ever that there was no accusation in her voice. "That's one way of describing it," he admitted as he tried to catalogue the last couple of days in his head and failed. "Any broom closets?" there was actually amusement in his wife's tone and he had to admit that Megumi had a warped sense of humour. "No," he replied perfectly truthfully, "but only because Harry can Apparate in Hogwarts. I was almost stripped in a corridor." The peal of laughter this produced from Megumi did a lot to ease the worry that had been lurking at the back of his mind. Having met two mated pairs in Britain he had seen that it was quite possible to include your partner in such adventures and he'd been considering the possibility that he was leaving Megumi out when he shouldn't be. The way things were done in Japan; the way his father had calmly sat him down and explained when he was old enough was all about keeping family and trysts separate, but that did not seem to be the way it was done in Europe and he was beginning to think his distant cousins had the better idea. "Harry who?" Megumi asked as her laughter began to die. "Potter," Hyde said before he'd really thought about it and Megumi's laughter stopped instantly. She appeared rather shocked. "Potter," she repeated slowly, "as in the Harry Potter; the one on your cards?" He nodded; he was not about to try and lie or avoid the truth. "And Draco Malfoy," he said with complete honesty; "they're a mated pair. We almost avoided it, but I managed to bump into Harry after the party. Things went from there." Megumi was still staring at him as if he had two heads. "What?" he asked, not sure how he had made this worse. "They are both very good looking," were not quite the words he expected to hear. It went without saying that Harry and Draco were easy on the eyes; if there was one thing he knew it was that his Yokai part had good taste. He just hadn't really expected Megumi to focus on it. Megumi took him by the hand and led him towards the living room sofa. "You must tell me everything," she said in a tone that begged no argument and he found that he was now the one doing the staring. "Everything?" he asked in a rather strangled voice. Megumi gave him a winning smile and patted the sofa next to where she had just sat down. "Everything," she affirmed in a way that had his nether regions stirring. It seemed his wife was kinkier than he had given her credit for and he sat down slowly. The mists in his mind that had hidden quite a few of the details of his encounter with Harry and Draco were slowly parting and he could only wonder at the power his lovely wife had over his demon half. He was so inviting Gackt over for dinner one of these days and letting his control slip to see what happened. The End

That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. Percy Bysshe Shelley: The Cloud The crowd outside the club never bothered to look up into the sky. They were too consumed with the latest fashions and hottest gossip while waiting for their chance to sparkle on the dance floor. Lex noticed the change in the moon as he cruised to a stop in the club's VIP strip, but he was in a hurry and dismissed it as atmospheric freakishness, most likely due to a rise in pollution levels. If he'd stopped to think about it, he would have realized that it should have been dimmer or diffused, not noticeably brighter. It didn't matter. The state of celestial bodies meant nothing to Lex, not when he was so close to finding what he'd been searching for since he'd returned from his impromptu stay on a deserted island. After he'd visited the Kents and walked away with nothing, he'd tracked down Chloe, positive that she'd know something about her missing friend. He'd been right, as far as that went, and she told a story of an explosion, a miscarriage, and a runaway. She shared Clark's address in Metropolis...and his radical change in behavior. After finding that Clark had moved since Chloe's last contact, Lex spent his days in Metropolis tracking down rumors...and the nights haunting clubs. Something inside him was convinced that he'd succeed tonight. Throwing his car keys to the waiting valet, Lex flashed a smile at the doorman that was as attractive as the discreetly folded hundred in his hand, and he went to the head of the line...and in. Waves of light and sound crashed through his defenses, wiping clean the memory of surf, sand, and isolation. Bodies pressed close, the scent of perfume and sweat a not unpleasant reek, humanity's incense welcoming his spirit back from the dead. The few cries of recognition, bids for his attention, were easily ignored. All his focus was on the blue-lit bar...and the tall, dark-haired figure that possessed his dreams. Sliding in next to him, Lex signaled the bartender, and then rudely interrupted the conversation between his quarry and a tall blonde who seemed ready to pour herself into the brawny arms exposed by a skin-tight shirt. "Clark, we need to talk." The other man ignored Lex, not even bothering to turn around to see who had spoken. Annoyed, Lex reached out, clapped his hand on one broad shoulder, and tried again, raising his voice. "I want to talk to you, Clark!" After a rolling shake that dislodged Lex's hand, the other turned slowly, menace apparent in every move, and began to growl, "My name is Kal. Now, fuck...." The remainder of the angry dismissal choked off, and hazel eyes widened in disbelief. "Lex...?" A large hand came up between them...and then dropped back to Clark's side. The look of wonder faded and an indifferent mask slid into place, matching his offhand remark. "So, the papers were right. You're not dead after all." Lex hated the sight of Clark shutting down, regretted the fact that his young friend had learned that particular trick from him. He wanted...needed...the grin, the laughing eyes that had teased his dreams while he waited for a second chance. Willing to expose his underbelly, if that was what it took, he reached out again and clasped Clark's hand. He leaned in and asked, "Can we go somewhere...and talk? Please?" He was encouraged when Clark didn't pull away immediately and, after a moment, he got the answer he was praying for when Clark jerked his head toward the rear exit. Still holding Lex's hand, he bulled his way through the dancers and out the heavy fire door. Emerging into a moonlit alley, the two men waited until the door closed and cut off the pounding beat of the music. Clark spoke first. "What do you want, Lex?" Lex looked down at the hand still cradled in his and noted a familiar-looking ring with a red stone. Memory tickled at his brain, but he ignored it in favor of staying in the moment. "I needed to see you, Clark. I...." Yanking his hand free, Clark shoved it through his unruly locks as he insisted, "I go by Kal, now, and shouldn't you be home with your...wife?" He backed away a few steps and crossed his arms on his chest, his mouth twisted in a sneer. "Go home, Lex." There was more than enough light from the over-bright moon to see the changes in Clark; a studied harshness that had replaced a normally sweet disposition, the impression of urban menace buried in the lines of a farm-bred body. Lex mourned the loss of innocence, and tried to resurrect the past with a simple plea. "I missed you, Clark, so much. I made a terrible mistake with Helen, almost a fatal one. You're all I thought about while I was stuck on that island." He stepped closer and placed his hand atop Clark's crossed arms. "Please, can't we...be friends, Clark?" Knowing that Clark could see everything in his face, Lex held himself still, let Clark see his vulnerability and need. That was all it used to take to get Clark to go along with Lex's requests, and Lex hoped that Clark hadn't changed that much. The cold, narrowed eyes that studied him made Lex shiver in the warm night, and he began to think that Chloe had been right...and he'd been too late. The hand that shot out to pull Lex close was startling, the lips that crushed his were even more so. Lex didn't fight it. He'd wanted Clark for so long that it was an integral part of him, an accepted state, and to have Clark apparently feel the same was not to be scorned. He swayed forward with a moan, and the heat of Clark's body, the hard strength in the arms that wrapped around him, jolted through Lex with a rush that left him hard and aching. Clark pulled back to look down into Lex's face, although he never loosened his hold. Lex was startled by a flare of red in Clark's passion-widened pupils, but then he quickly decided that it was probably a trick of the unnaturally bright moonlight. The smile that spread across Clark's face was not his usual grin; instead, it was feral, containing a primal hunger that matched Lex's. The growled words that rumbled through Clark's chest burrowed deep inside Lex and coiled possessively at the base of his spine. "Not friends, Lex. I want to fuck you." A thrust of his hips proved Clark's point, Lex's breath catching at the size, the heat that grazed his belly and settled into the narrow curve of his hip. All thought of discussion evaporated. Lex's response was simple...and inevitable. "Yes." Clark's sudden release sent Lex staggering. His words were just as abrupt. "Let's go. Your place. I don't feel like taking you up against a dumpster." He looked down at Lex and raised a mocking eyebrow. "Unless that's what you'd prefer?" Feeling as if he needed to reassert some level of control, Lex snapped out, "I'm not that desperate. Come on. My car's parked in front." Spinning on his heel, he led the way out of the alley, hoping that Clark would follow him, afraid to look back and repeat Orpheus' mistake. The click of leather heels close behind reassured him, and some of the tension bled from his tightly-strung nerves. The wait for his Porsche was aggravating, the doorman needing several tries before his cell phone would connect so that he could call the valet. Finally, the distinctive growl of the engine cut through the night, and the moon picked out the silver gleam of the car's fluid lines as it skidded to a stop in front of Lex. Annoyed at the delay, Lex still handed over a substantial tip, unwilling to lose the reputation that gained him entree to any club or restaurant he chose. In less than a minute, he and Clark were roaring away from the curb, en route to the penthouse. . . . Standing on the opposite side of the elevator, Lex took the opportunity to inspect Clark a little more closely. He was leaning casually against the brass handrail, arms crossed, and a self-confident smirk twisting his full lips. His hair was longer than Lex had ever seen it before, curling over the collar of the close-fitting black shirt, and his black leather pants fit like a second skin over stylish Italian leather half-boots. No jewelry was in sight, except for the ring, which drew Lex's eye again. Clark saw him looking at it and held his hand up. "Yeah, it's the same one, at least the same style." The elevator doors slid open, but Lex was unable to contain his curiosity until they were in the penthouse. He had to know. "It changes you somehow, doesn't it? Meteorite?" Clark shrugged and then nodded as he preceded Lex out of the elevator. "It makes me...feel...better. That's all that's important." Keying the code to enter, Lex waited for the system to unlock the door. He pushed it open and waved Clark inside. He didn't bother to turn on any lights. There was more than enough illumination from outside to see where they were going. Feeling oddly unsettled now that they were at their destination, Lex prowled to the bar for a drink. He automatically set out two tumblers, but hesitated when it came time to pour the Scotch. The arms around his waist did little to clear his head; neither did the sharp nip to the top of his spine. He had to work hard to keep his voice even. "I guess asking you if you want something to drink is...." A large hand removed the glass decanter from Lex's slightly trembling hand and placed it on the bar. The warm chuckle that tickled his arm sent a shiver through him. "No, Lex. No drink. Bed. I'm looking forward to seeing where a Luthor sleeps...and fucks." Turning inside the circle of Clark's arms, Lex slid a hand along a broad shoulder and then sunk his fingers deep inside the dark, silky locks that had teased his skin. He did some nipping of his own, the edge of Clark's jaw proving to be too tempting to resist. "It's down the hall, second door on the left." Clark made no reply, but he did shift his hands downward and then lifted. Lex's legs came up automatically to wrap around Clark's hips, his arms around Clark's neck as he continued to explore his prize with teeth, lips and tongue. He'd always known Clark was strong, but the effortless way he bore Lex toward the bedroom brought home just how much strength was contained in his sculpted body. It sent a frisson of excitement up Lex's spine and he tightened his hold as Clark walked through the penthouse. In the bedroom, Clark let Lex down but still held him close, his hands exploring the planes of Lex's body while their kisses grew ever deeper. Clothing became inconvenient and, in Lex's case, useless for future wearing as Clark shredded it during removal. Clark's own clothing fared better, merely dropping to the floor, instead floating down in pieces. Retreating slowly from the whirlwind known as Clark, Lex backed up to the bed, and then sat down abruptly with a startled laugh. Clark followed. His intentions were very apparent...and very hard. He stood in front of Lex and waited, not speaking a word, his face saying everything. Lex reached out and, with a hand on Clark's hip, brought him in closer, between Lex's legs. He had no need for games. He had waited and wanted for too long, so he simply opened his mouth and tasted and then stretched his mouth over the velvety soft tip. Clark's hands clenched, but not into Lex's skin. Instead, he rested his fists on Lex's shoulders as he groaned his approval of Lex's talented lips and tongue. He restrained himself, not thrusting forward even though it was clear that it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hold back. Finally, he pulled himself free, shoving Lex back gently, but firmly. He rasped, "I want to fuck you." Lex blinked up at him, slowly emerging from his sensual haze. He nodded and shifted back on the bed, rolling to the side long enough to open a nightstand drawer and pull out condoms along with a bottle of lubricant. He dropped the items on the bed in time to accept the weight of Clark's body, his legs opening to let the younger man settle between them, the heat of Clark's cock scalding the hollow of his hip, rough curls teasing the tender skin of his own aching length. Groaning at the sensation, Clark ground down gently, his hips moving slowly as he licked his way into Lex's mouth. His hands held him up far enough so that Lex could breathe, at least so he could whenever their mouths separated long enough to let him. Close to the edge, Lex pushed Clark back and gasped, "I want to come with you in me!" Clark dropped his forehead to Lex's and panted for a few moments before shifting back to kneel between Lex's legs. Fumbling for the bottle of lube, he managed to open it and anoint his fingers while Lex was busy applying a condom for him, anxious to avoid any delay in gratification. Protection in place, Lex relaxed back onto the bed and pulled his knees up to allow Clark better access. Clark moaned at the sight of Lex offering himself and his hand shook a little as his slick finger traced and then eased into his destination. Lex hissed at the stretch from the thick digit, and Clark waited patiently for him to relax enough to allow him to move. With a nod, Lex signaled him to continue. Clark twisted gently, slowly feeling the tight muscle soften until it was time for a second, and then finally a third. Lex, too impatient to wait any longer, insisted, "Enough. Now, Clark." Lifting Lex's legs to his shoulders, Clark positioned himself and then pressed forward steadily until he popped past the entrance. Lex groaned, his eyes closing at the intense sensation and he panted through the burn until he was able to urge Clark to move forward. Slowly, they came together until there was nothing between them. Clark withdrew slowly and then surged forward, and Lex curled up to kiss Clark's neck and chest, his contortions worthy of gymnastic gold. Lex shuddered at the press and slide and, after relaxing back, he wrapped his hand around his cock to increase his pleasure. Clark noticed, and gently replaced Lex's hand with his own, using the leftover lube on his fingers to ease the erotic friction. The doubled stimulus was soon too much and with a sharp cry, Lex pulsed over Clark's fingers, clenching down and bringing Clark along with him after a half-dozen more strokes. Clark thrust deep and jerked as he emptied himself in the heat of Lex's core, his soft groan of Lex's name a sweet balm after so long apart. Slowly, regretfully, Clark slid free and let Lex's legs fall to the mattress before rolling to the side. Condom disposed of, a corner of a sheet was pressed into service for cleanup, and then the two men silently settled in close together. As if by mutual agreement, there was no attempt by either of them to discuss what had happened. They simply closed their eyes...and held on tight. . . . The moon was so dazzling that it roused Lex from his pleasant lethargy. Reluctantly rolling away from Clark, and onto his side facing the window, he propped his head up and wondered at the light that washed over the city. No stars were visible, they couldn't complete against the glare, and Lex tried to figure out what it was that bothered him about the uncanny glow. It was bright enough to read by and, when Lex blinked, he discovered that it was brilliant enough to leave an afterimage. His initial carnal hunger appeased, Lex's scientific curiosity was aroused. Lex reviewed what little he knew about the moon. The one fact that he kept coming back to was that moonlight was reflected sunlight. The moon was reflecting the sunlight that was currently shining on the other half of the Earth. The extraordinarily intense sunlight. Too intense. Clark shifted and wrapped himself around Lex, his chest to Lex's back, his chin digging slightly into Lex's shoulder as he took in the view. Lex recalled that Clark had always been interested in astronomy, his telescope not just used to peer through Lana Lang's window. As they both stared at the puzzling phenomenon, Lex could feel Clark stiffen when he intuited the reason. "Fuck." It was a quiet protest, slipping out on a resigned sigh. Clark released Lex and rolled to his back, his forearm over his eyes. Lex shifted to his stomach so that he could watch Clark. It was only a few moments later that Clark took a deep breath and sat up, his arm dropping to his lap. With a glance at his ring, Clark jumped out of bed and began picking up his clothes. When Lex just stared, baffled by his behavior, Clark walked over to the bed and swatted Lex on his ass. "Get dressed." "Why?" "I've always wanted to see the ocean." . . . . . . . . . O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent That Phaethon should cheque thy fiery steeds, Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth! Wm. Shakespeare: Henry VI 2.6.11-16 "You do realize that we can't run away from this, right?" Lex was in his closet picking out clothes, unable to tune out the mocking internal commentator that pointed out they would have to last the rest of his life. Not hearing any answer from Clark, he grabbed the first shirt and pair of pants that came to hand and walked back out into the bedroom. Clark, already dressed, stood at the window, one hand splayed against the glass as if to thrust away the intruding light. "Clark?" Clark shook his head, a wry chuckle escaping before he acknowledged, "Yes, Lex, I know." He pointed just south of the zenith where a star flared, the only one brilliant enough to outshine the outrageous moon. "That's Jupiter." After arbitrarily deciding that underwear was not required for the few remaining hours, Lex slipped on his pants and zipped them up before thrusting his arms into his shirt. He joined Clark at the window while he buttoned and tucked, noting, "That's amazing. I've never seen it so bright before." "You never will again." The irony in his statement unmistakable, Clark turned away from the window and cupped Lex's shoulders, leaning down to place a surprisingly gentle kiss in the center of his forehead. "Hurry up, I want to get going." Lex frowned in frustration and sat down to pull on socks, glancing around the room for the shoes he'd worn earlier. One had been left next to the bed, the other was nowhere in sight. "I need my shoe," he grumbled, "and have you seen my cell phone? I need to call the airport...." The missing shoe landed on the bed next to him, while the errant phone appeared in Clark's hand. Clark closed his fist and Lex heard the crunch of demolished electronics. "It wasn't going to work anyway, not with all the satellites fried." A self-indulgent grin ignored Lex's inarticulate protest. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of the transportation. Let's go." . . . Still reeling a little from his cross-country run in Clark's arms, Lex stood on the sand just above the waterline, and wondered how much more surreal his final night on Earth could get. "Stop thinking so hard, Lex. You're making my head hurt." The whisper in his ear made Lex shiver, despite the warmth of the summer night. He bent down to pick up a shell that glimmered against the sparkling crystals of the sand. Absently turning his prize over in his hand, Lex stared out over the water. The too-brilliant moonlight scintillated in the calmer water and highlighted the froth of the larger waves. "I could ask about your strength and the speed, but instead, I keep wondering why you aren't freaking out about all this? Does it have something to do with the ring...and that scar?" Clark's voice had moved a few feet away. "You just can't shut that brain of yours off, can you? Actually, I guess I'm a little surprised you didn't say something about the scar before. It's not like I tried to hide it." Lex shrugged and then threw the shell out into the waves. "Chloe warned me about the scar, but she didn't know how or why. To be honest, I was a little...distracted earlier. So?" Squatting down so that he could trace patterns in the packed sand, Clark muttered absently, "None of it matters anymore." He rubbed the red stone in his ring and twisted the band around his finger before he looked up at Lex. "Yeah, the ring has a lot to do with being able to deal with...things. You could say it's the only drug that works on me." He stood back up and shrugged, "I'm sure as hell not going to take it off now, just so you can see me act like goody two-shoes Clark before you die." "Clark, I didn't mean...." "Hell, Lex. I just wanted to do something different before we find out what the morning has in store for us. No hearts and flowers, okay? It's bad enough...." Clark's arms rose and spread out, he threw his head back, and then shouted, "Hey! I'm the king of the world!" Shocked laughter burst from Lex at the spectacle of Clark imitating Leonardo DiCaprio...on semi-dry land and wearing black leather. "A little over the top, Clark? Not that you have any competition around here, of course." Dropping his arms, Clark shook his head. "Not really, Lex. I could have been sitting on a throne somewhere, if I hadn't decided my father was fucking nuts." "Jonathan? What...." "Lex, really long story...and I'd rather do something...anything else. We're running out of time. Do you really want to spend what we have left...talking?" Lex studied his friend...his lover for a moment before agreeing, "No, I don't. It's habit for me, I guess, asking questions when I'm...uncertain...." He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced. "I'm even a little annoyed that I'm the only one on this beach who's afraid of what's going to happen when the sun...." "You don't understand. It's not the thought of dying that scares me, Lex." Clark shook his head as he stared out at the ocean he'd always wanted to see. "The sun's going to come up, a sun bright enough to light up fucking Jupiter...and you're not afraid?" "Not of burning up with everyone else, Lex!" Clark turned back to look at Lex, and the anguish in his eyes took Lex's breath away. "Clark?" Lex almost missed Clark's whisper in the constant shush of the waves. "I'm fucking terrified that I'm going to...live." . . . Something there is more immortal even than the stars, (Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,) Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter, Longer than sun or any revolving satellite, Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades. Walt Whitman: On the Beach at Night "Cassandra." The name was muttered into the side of Lex's neck while Clark's hands kneaded Lex's shoulders to the point of pain. "She saw me alone, everyone else in their graves." Pulling back, Clark surveyed Lex's face, his reddened eyes watching for Lex's reaction. "Yours was the only gravestone missing, and I thought that meant you...but then you died...and maybe that meant the vision was wrong." His face twisted in anguish as he dropped his hands and stumbled backwards. "But it wasn't wrong, was it?" He threw his head back and raged at the moon in a wordless howl before dropping to his knees in the sand. Lex knew that he was missing something important that he needed to know to understand Clark's despair. It wasn't simply fear of a sun going nova and destroying all life on Earth. Clark was implying there was a chance that he could survive the coming holocaust...alone. Dropping to his knees in front of Clark, he gathered the trembling young man into his arms. Pressing Clark's heavy head against his chest, he asked carefully, "Are you saying you can't...die?" A careless shrug was his only answer until Clark straightened up enough to look into Lex's face again. "I don't know, nothing has...the truck exploded and the ship, too...I lived through it. Maybe, if I got some of the kryptonite...." "Kryptonite?" Clark nodded slowly and held up his hand with the ring. "The meteorites, from my planet, the green ones hurt me." When meaning behind Clark's words finally penetrated Lex's worry, he sat back on the sand with a thump. "Are you telling me that...you're an alien?" He could feel a disbelieving grin begin to split his face. "You have...had a ship? A spaceship?" An echoing grin bloomed across Clark's amazed face and he burst out, "You're un-freaking-believable, Lex. With everything that's happening...the sun going nova so that we're facing Hell on Earth...and all you care about...is whether we used to keep a fucking spaceship in our root cellar?" In a flash, Clark's volatile emotions had suffered a sea change and he was giddy with laughter. It spilled over, and Lex joined him in great whoops of ridiculous black humor. They fell together in a quaking jumble of limbs, holding each other until they subsided to the occasional giggle. Rolling to his back, Lex looked back at the Los Angeles skyline. It was still unnaturally bright under the setting moon, alive despite the inevitable passage of the night hours. He turned his head and looked into Clark's oddly serene face, and then whispered in a laugh-roughened voice, "I have an idea." . . . "Wow, this place is incredible. When was the last time you were here, Lex?" "Never. I commissioned it when it was still in the planning phase. I used some of my inheritance...and regretted it almost immediately when it came time for the plant buyout." Lex crossed the living room to the balcony doors. Sheltered from the high winds encountered 76 stories above the ground, the balcony commanded an unparalleled view of the Pacific Ocean. "It was all about owning the best view here, and that meant buying the top floor of the tallest residential building in Los Angeles." "Lex?" Lex followed Clark's muffled voice into the next room. "If you've never been here..." The doors of a giant side-by-side refrigerator were flung wide open, and Clark straightened up holding a bottle of champagne and hunk of cheese. He waved toward the shelves inside, stocked with food and drink of every description. "...then why is all this food here?" Lex shrugged before reaching inside the pristine white interior to pull out a familiar blue bottle of water. "That's what I pay people for...to anticipate my needs." Clark shook his head after sending an incredulous look in Lex's direction. "I think I need to try one of everything. Did you see what's in here?" He began to yank out armfuls of food and dumping it on the table before he suddenly stopped and looked around intently at the surrounding cabinets. With a nod of satisfaction, he opened a drawer in a tall cupboard and pulled out a cream-colored tablecloth, which he spread out and then piled high with his booty from the refrigerator, adding crackers and bread from a sealed bin in the counter. "Planning a...picnic?" Lex laughed when Clark flashed a grin at him and nodded in agreement. He stepped back to let Clark walk by with his impromptu linen food bag and then followed him back out into the living room. By the time Lex reached Clark's new location, Clark had spread everything out, and was pulling off his clothes. Lex's eyebrows rose and he chuckled in appreciation, "Nude picnicking in the penthouse. I have to admit that's a first for me." Appropriating an edge of the tablecloth to sit on, Clark smirked up at Lex. "What's taking you so long? Think we've got all night?" The edge in his voice made it clear that he hadn't forgotten what they were facing, but had chosen to relegate it to the back of his mind and living in the moment. Looking out the window at the still-brilliant sky, Lex frowned for a moment, and then forced his face back into a smile as he toed off his shoes and socks. As he pulled his shirt over his head, he ordered, "Open up that champagne, slowpoke. I'm thirsty." His pants followed the shirt to the floor and Lex lowered himself to the linen at the opposite corner from Clark, adopting an elegant lotus position in contrast to Clark's lazy sprawl. He accepted the bottle of champagne from Clark, who'd taken a substantial gulp from it before handing it over. A quick scan revealed Clark hadn't brought out any glasses, dishes or utensils, so Lex shrugged and raised the bottle to his lips for a mouthful of the fizzing liquid, wrinkling his nose at the inevitable tickle. Checking the label, he smiled. "I must say it's an interesting way to drink a one thousand dollar bottle of wine." "You, Lex Luthor, are a snob." Dropping the ripe pear he'd been eating, Clark reached out and snatched the bottle back, tipped his head back and poured it a stream of golden bubbles into his mouth, the excess dripping over his chin and down onto his chest. He grinned as he spotted Lex watching avidly, and licked his reddened lips before picking his pear back up and biting into the sweet flesh with a hum of satisfaction. Lex felt his mouth watering at the sight of the juice that slicked Clark's lips, and he quickly looked down at the bounty spread before him, searching for the right props to join the game. His eyes lit on a pint of raspberries and covered cup of creme fraiche. Flipping off the lid of the container, he dipped one finger in to test the texture and flavor. It was perfect, the cool slide and tang reminding him of Parisian breakfasts in sidewalk cafes. He dipped a fat berry into it and then leaned across to offer it to Clark, who'd been watching his every move with hungry eyes. "Try this." Clark opened his mouth and let Lex tuck the berry inside, his lips catching Lex's fingers as they slowly withdrew. He chewed slowly and smiled, his green eyes crinkling with pleasure. "Mmmm...it's good." Rolling over and getting to his hands and knees, he swept aside bowls and white paper packages, fruit and cheeses tumbling off the edge of the linen. He crawled toward Lex slowly, licking his lips, his eyes never leaving Lex's as he drew nearer. "More," he rumbled, sending a shiver up Lex's spine...and a jolt of arousal down it. Lex fumbled for another berry and blindly scooped up the creamy mass with it, watching Clark watch him as he placed it on the tip of his tongue. He held still so that Clark could sweep it away with his tongue, his lips sucking on Lex's until he was sure every trace of the treat was gone. Clark pressed him back to the plush carpet and settled between Lex's open thighs, his mouth seeking new flavors hidden in Lex's skin. The creme fraiche cup tipped, but Clark snatched it before it could spill, and he scooped out a finger's worth to paint one of Lex's nipples, laughing when Lex hissed and squirmed at the chilling touch. His mouth apologized by warming the abused flesh and Lex arched into the pleasure, wordlessly asking for more. Clark obliged by painting and soothing the other until Lex fisted his hair, yanked his head back, and growled, "Fuck me!" Clark, his eyes dilated with passion, nodded and drew back, halting when Lex informed him, "There should be condoms in the nightstand...." He stopped at the sight of Clark's comically raised eyebrows and laughed at his mistake. "Right. Kind of foolish thought, isn't it?" He grinned up at Clark and then pointed out, "Another first. I've never barebacked before." Repressing the sudden urge to say something about it being the last, he instead concentrated on Clark's fingers and mouth as they moved down his body in tandem lines. He shoved impatiently when Clark took too long investigating the dip of his navel, teasing it with his tongue and cooling puffs of breath. Shifted away from his target, Clark retaliated by palming Lex's buttocks and lifting him up until he was poised a few inches from Clark's mouth, balanced on his shoulders and grunting in protest at the manhandling. The complaints evaporated at the first swipe of Clark's tongue, his thumbs holding Lex open so that he missed nothing. Lex yelped at the first thrust of an unnaturally strong tongue, and then embarrassed himself with a stream of babble consisting mostly of threats of Clark's immediate demise if he dared stop. Clark ignored the noise and devoted himself to reducing Lex to a shaking mass of aroused nerve endings. Finally, Clark lowered Lex back down and slid back up to kiss him, smiling into his mouth as he admitted, "I thought I'd like doing that...and I did." Lex just moaned and thrust upward to try to relieve the ache, his fingers clenching on Clark's shoulders when he kept himself just out of reach. Tearing his mouth away, Lex shouted, "Fuck me already, you teasing bastard!" He thumped a fist against Clark's bicep when Clark merely chuckled at his demand. Then, he felt cool fingers slicking him, penetrating easily since Clark's tongue had already prepared the way. There was a thump of something landing close to his head, and Lex looked to see what Clark had dropped. He laughed at the sight of the nearly empty cup of creme fraiche, finally realizing what Clark had found to replace the lube that was far too many steps away. It would work just fine as far as Lex was concerned, and he thumped Clark's back with a heel to keep him on task. Clark grunted obligingly, although Lex knew that he couldn't hurt him, and then Lex felt him shift and a blunt pressure seared away the cool slickness. Mouth compressed and breathing deeply through his nose, Lex willed himself to relax, afraid that Clark would stop if he thought Lex was in too much pain to continue. The burn continued as Clark pressed forward slowly, inexorably, and Lex felt the sting of tears until he clenched his eyes shut. Clark's tongue licked them out of the corners, and he murmured soft apologies in Lex's ear as he began to move slowly, his belly pressing against Lex's and gradually reviving his flagging interest in the proceedings. The slow glide and pressure stole all of Lex's attention, the steady rhythm ratcheting up his arousal until he was pushing back, straining to feel every inch of Clark, each grind and thrust that touched off waves of pleasure to erase the earlier pain. His fingers dug into Clark's hips, pulling and tugging each time Clark withdrew to force him to return faster, harder, deeper. He could hear himself begging for more and felt no shame at the loss of control, his need for release too strong to care. Clark's voice was there also, his words broken and filled with Lex's name and pledges of devotion. They both quickened, Clark's hand stole between them to provide the extra bit of pressure Lex required, and Lex was shouting as his vision hazed and his spine melted and every nerve ending in his body was a flashpoint. Clark was groaning and his teeth burned the base of Lex's neck until the ache made his shoulder cramp, and he could feel Clark's heat inside him, the pulse and the spread of slick heat on his belly and the press of Clark's weight against him and he never wanted it to end. But just as always, it did. Lex poked Clark in the ribs to get him to shift a little, and suppressed a hiss as Clark slid free and off to the side. Stretching out the ache, he rolled to his side and caressed the side of Clark's face, enjoying the sated look settling on his features. He leaned forward, kissed the corner of Clark's lips, and suggested, "Hey, let's go check out the bathtub. If I remember what I ordered, I think you'll like that, too." . . . Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below. Homer: The Iliad, Book xxii. Line 271. "So, I wonder what it's like right now at the Griffith Park Observatory." Clark's deceptively idle remark brought Lex's thoughts back to the present, and he resented the loss of the pleasant haze he'd been cultivating with sex and alcohol. He shifted impatiently in the blood-warm water that filled the sunken tub, an elbow connecting with the ribs of the man seated behind him and earning Lex a huff of surprise. He ignored the muffled protest, perfectly aware that he hadn't hurt Clark, and settled back against his expansive chest with a sigh. "I guess it would depend on how obsessive a particular astronomer is, and whether he or she is interested in watching their death approaching via telescope. An equally useful alternative might be paint a sign and carry it around chanting 'the end is near' and exhorting the sinners to repent." Clark snickered at Lex's wry imitation of a religious fanatic, and then he mused aloud, "I can't help thinking that the odds must be astronomical...having the second world I've lived on die, too." He shrugged, sending a ripple through the water. "Back on the beach, I thought about trying to run us across the water to Hawaii, but then I realized...." Lex interrupted, "...we'd meet the shock wave coming at us from the other direction. Yeah, I know." Restless and wanting to avoid any further discussion, he pulled away from Clark and stood up, the water cascading from his body as he stepped up and out of the tub. He didn't bother to grab a towel, simply dripped his way back into the living room, headed for the bar...and the decanter of scotch sitting on it. He sloshed a double into crystal, and it seared its way past the lump in his throat to curl up warm in his belly. "I'm sorry, Lex." The words were as quiet as Clark's steps had been, and Lex melted back into his broad chest as Clark's strong arms took up the burden of Lex's despair. The prickle of stubble rasped across the back of Lex's head, and then lips soothed the burn. "We don't have to talk." His chin came to rest in the crook of Lex's neck, and he muffled his words against the damp skin beneath Lex's ear. "We don't have to say...anything." . . . The brandy bottle weighed heavy in Lex's hand as it dangled over the side of the chair. He was slumped deep inside the overstuffed cushions, his legs splayed carelessly and his hooded eyes trained on the open balcony doors. It was dark outside with the moon below the horizon, but not completely without light. Streamers of color wavered in the sky, rainbow bands that shimmered and danced at the edge of dawn. Clark stood out there, facing toward the east, waiting. There had been no more words, just as he'd said, just a kiss or two before he'd gone outside to breathe in the balmy night air. Alone. Lex tried to summon the energy to join him, to make the effort to be there at the end...and failed. His brain had become stuck in an endless review of facts, hearing their death sentences read out in the heartless court of scientific law. He cursed his all-too-vivid imagination and raised the heavy bottle to his lips in the hopes of silencing the vicious litany within his pounding head. He'd given up on calculating the odds on whether fire or steam would kill them first, on which wave...sunlight or water...would win the fatal race. It was too much trouble to turn his head and check the clock on the wall, so he just sat there and watched Clark. Clark, the one thing he'd wanted for so long, had finally possessed, and was now losing long before he could tire of him...as if he ever could. Another drink, and then he saw Clark's head raise a little higher and a tremor pass through the body that reminded Lex of famed sculptures once half a world away...now consumed by fire. A different light was arriving to chase the delicate colors from the sky. The world around them held its breath...and then Clark stood transmuted, transfixed by the raging star. He blazed and his arms rose until he hung cruciform in mid-air, head flung back and eyes wide, flinging red heat back to the heartless sky. Lex tried to look away, to refuse the sight of Clark's agony and postpone his own, but bright beauty held him motionless, the molten sheen of muscle, flesh, and sinew capturing his eyes and his heart and his soul as nothing ever had...as nothing ever would again. A soundless scream and Clark burned without flame, a searing actinic glare that brought tears of pain...and forced Lex's eyes closed without his permission. Pinned to his chair by leaden muscles, Lex heard something he'd only encountered once before, a rolling freight train miles long and wide. It had arrived then carrying shards of colored glass, but this time it was washing the Augean stables of the world clean with an ocean. Sound pounded though the silent world and a different darkness held reign. The warm water slashing through open doors brought Lex bolt upright, his eyes squinting against the salted barrage. Warm, not steaming and no sun, no fire, no pain, not dead. Alive. He was alive...and Clark was lying on the floor of the balcony, motionless beneath the onslaught. Not a nova, a flare. A world-searing, but not world-destroying flare...and Clark still wasn't moving under a rain that left no air to breathe, the gray ash coating his body washing away in the torrent. "Clark!" Lex scrambled to his feet and nearly fell before he changed it to forward momentum, his bottle abandoned in his determined advance. Standing, the wind became his adversary, denying his progression forward until he dropped to his hands and knees to crawl. "Clark!" His cries went no further than his own ears, torn away by the gale's rage and he saved his energy for the struggle that hastened with the chatter of sharp hail that cut the air and Lex's skin. Red bloomed on tender flesh, and Lex roared his pain to the uncaring storm. A final foot, and Clark was there, cold beneath Lex's hands and light, too light as if he'd burned away all that he was, all he contained, in that final surging flare. Almost weightless...and Lex was able to pull him inside, the wind a friend now, instead of an enemy, chivvying them back within their fold suspended high above the pounding waves. Lex's muscles strained, but he was able to close out the storm, and the roar subsided to rhythmic thudding...and he could breathe again. He hoped that Clark was breathing, too. "Clark?" His hands shook as he checked for a pulse, finally finding one, thin and irregular beneath his fingers. Clark was cold, his breaths shallow, and Lex struggled not to panic in the absence of any medical assistance. "Clark, can you hear me?" Chafing Clark's chilled hands, Lex noticed the ring was gone, a blistered band of healing skin the only evidence of its existence. He shuddered at the thought of the temperature required to melt gold, and no longer wondered why Clark was so diminished. He struggled to his feet and hurried into the bedroom, stripping off blankets and sheets and carrying them back to the living room. The carpet squished under his feet and he reversed direction, dropping his burden on the sofa before returning to Clark's side. He lifted him too easily, and he carried Clark's limp body straight to the bedroom, deciding it would be the best place for them both. Worried at the continued lack of response, he arranged Clark carefully on the bed and retrieved the covers and several bottles of water, angered at his uncharacteristic inefficiency. Finally, they were both tucked away from the storm, safe in the darkened room. Wrapping Clark up and taking him into his arms, Lex murmured quiet assurances, the spoken words meaningless while his mind whirled with questions. All evidence had pointed to the apocalypse, yet they were still there, two of the fortunate few considering the strength of the storm raging outside. The tower had been built to stand world-shattering earthquakes, wind and rain would not bring it down, but that would not be the case for most of the world. His final glimpse outside had revealed a natural fury that few could withstand. He thought about possibilities and probabilities, of dinosaurs and geological records, astronauts finding evidence on the moon, of Jupiter's gleaming threat and the moon's bright herald. He wondered how much of the polar caps had melted this time, and if Europe and Asia, the first to meet that raging sun, had any hope of survival. He and Clark would survive. They were above the destruction, they had water and food to last weeks, even months, since his people were...had been...highly efficient at their jobs. And, when it came time to descend, they had each other. "We're going to live, Clark, I promise. We just need to keep it together a little while longer. You need to hang on...please, just stay with me." The wisp of a voice that finally answered his plea forced Lex to hold on even tighter, terrified that the body in his arms would float away without him, would leave him alone in a world gone mad. "How long...Lex?" Lex had no need to run the calculations in his head. The myths he'd read in his carefree youth had held the answers all along. "Forty days and forty nights, Clark, and then...we'll see the sun again." fin within it wondered if the god mocked me. But since then, though it flickers or shrinks to a blue bead on the wick, there's that in me that burns and chills, blackening my heart with its soot, flaring in laughter, stinging my feet into a dance, so that I think sometimes not Apollo heard me but a different god. Denise Levertov: The Prayer

“Alright, you’re ready then,” Eliot says, slapping Hardison’s shoulder as he stands up. He knows Hardison’s scared, but he’s also young and naïve, and deep-down he believes that everything is going to be ok. And most of all Hardison doesn’t know how it feels to really get dirty, to physically hurt others on purpose, to kill, even accidentally, even the bad guy, even to save a hundred or a thousand others. But Hardison’s determined. Eliot can just barely remember that kind of determination, before he learned that the mission was all important. And nowadays the mission for Eliot is keeping the team safe. Squaring his shoulders, Eliot takes a step into the underbrush, time to get this thing started, but as soon as he puts his foot down he can sense it, something different in the air, the stillness of a predator about to strike. He just has time to raise his right arm, his forearm shielding his face before he feels the snap of powerful jaws, fangs digging into the muscle. But Eliot’s already moving, the momentum of the attack propelling him backwards. He’s not falling though, Eliot rolls, kicking the animal off of him before he continues rolling over his shoulder to his feet, body crouched and ready for another attack. The animal, what Eliot now realizes was a wolf has run off now, though. The only thing to worry about is the way Hardison is freaking out. Standing, Hardison is waving his arms and yelling, “Whoa! Who-oa! Man, what was that?!” “Shut up,” Eliot snaps, his face scrunching in displeasure as he listens to the racket. “Did you forget there are men with guns in these woods?” he harshly whispers. “But there are things in these woods, worse things than men with guns, man. Animals!” Hardison proclaims. Rolling his eyes heavenward, Eliot splits his attention between continuing to glare at Hardison and checking out the wound in his arm, blood flowing steadily down to his hand. Growling in frustration, he starts to unbutton his flannel overshirt, stripping down to his dark tank. “Look, the animals aren’t out to get you. I startled it…” “You startled it?” Hardison screeches. “Yes, it was just defending itself from what it saw as a threat.” Taking a deep breath, Eliot tears his shirt apart, wrapping a strip around the bleeding wound. He liked that shirt, it was old enough to be really comfortable. “We already missed the train. You wanted to do this and we’re doing it.” Hardison finally quiets, apparently remembering what it is they’re doing out here, or maybe just calming because Eliot’s covering up the blood. Fortunately, Eliot flexes his hand and it’s still fully functional, the wound not bad just bloody. When he straightens again, Hardison appears calm and resolved again, looking him in the eye. “Let’s do this.” *** Nate’s on the couch when Eliot comes back from playing video games with Hardison. He’s not entirely sure why Eliot agreed to that, something about fishing but Nate’s learned not to ask if it’s not necessary. His bewilderment is only augmented when Eliot raises his injured right arm, wrapped now in white bandages, to rub at his forehead. “Headache?” Nate asks. Eliot shoots him a glare but it’s more weary than angry. Nate can’t help but chuckle thinking how laborious being around Hardison’s energy can be, particularly when talking about or doing anything with computers or games. Eliot can’t explain it himself, why going fishing with Hardison is such a big deal. Maybe he’s just grabbing onto any chance to pass on the skills his grandfather taught him, maybe it’s because Hardison has the best chance at being normal of all of them. Whatever the reason, he ignores Nate’s laughter and goes into the kitchen for a glass of ice water. He took a shower earlier, after the con, but he feels like he’s sweating. He had to take the hat off half-way through the game and now he runs a hand through sweaty hair. The wound’s clean though, not swelling or anything so it’s probably just a regular ol’ cold or something. That’s just his luck. He can add that to his previous injuries and being thrown by a bomb today. But Eliot only complains about their schedule in front of the team, he never asks for a break as Nate’s lover. Nate watches Eliot start up the stairs with growing concern. It’s not that Eliot never goes to bed early because of injuries but Nate didn’t think he was that injured. There’s a difference between Eliot being injured and wanting time off the job to be at his best and Eliot being so injured that he’s actually down. Nate prides himself on being able to know just how far to push his team and the mystery of Eliot’s illness bothers him. He’s never seen Eliot sick before, doesn’t know if Eliot will need time off because of it. They don’t have a typical relationship, and Nate would never use the word love, not after Maggie and Sophie and everything, but they do have affection and care, and lust. In their own way they take care of each outside of the con without trying to change each other. It’s not that Nate doesn’t care that Eliot’s hurt, but he’s also the team’s leader, and he wouldn’t disrespect Eliot by trying to shield his lover. Eliot is their hitter, and he gets hit. It’s just before midnight when Nate decides to go upstairs himself, only partly because he wants to check on Eliot. He’s certainly not prepared for what he finds up there though. Eliot has let the book and his glasses fall to the floor as he’s currently curled into himself on his side, his face and dark hair only barely visible amidst his curled limbs and piled covers. He’s sweating and panting despite that the window is open to the crisp fall air. The fear freezes Nate tight, he can’t move, can’t think, all he sees is Eliot and pain and Sam… Nate gasps as he breaks free, taking first one step and then running over to Eliot’s side. “Eliot? Eliot, what’s wrong?” Maybe it’s a stupid question but he’s always trusted Eliot to be straight about his injuries. “Just a f-fever,” Eliot mumbles before biting his lip again. It feels like the worst flu ever, going beyond achy all over, he feels like his inner organs hurt. He hasn’t been exposed to anything more sinister though. Nate takes another look at the pain written all over Eliot and calls bullshit. “This is not just a fucking fever, Eliot. Is your arm infected?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, just reaches inside the blankets and grabs Eliot’s bandaged arm, pulling it out into the air and beginning to unwrap it. The white wrap falls away, leaving Nate staring at Eliot’s arm, mystified at what he’s not seeing, no redness, no heat, no swelling or pus, nothing but a bite mark carefully stitched. He’s still staring when Eliot suddenly pulls his arm back into his body, a low pain-filled moan escaping. “Fuck, I’m calling-calling 911,” Nate says, scrambling at his pockets since they didn’t bother with a landline, only to realize he left his phone downstairs not wanting to be disturbed since no one has the number but the team. And Maggie who will never use it. “Hold on, hold on,” Nate says, wondering whether it’s for Eliot’s benefit or his own. Clambering downstairs, the words that run through his mind are ‘don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about what could happen to Eliot’. He’s racing back upstairs and trying to work the phone at the same time which completely doesn’t work, he doesn’t manage to even get the phone open by the time he’s upstairs, desperate to see Eliot again with his eyes, see that he’s ok, alive still. Except when he sets eyes on the bed again, there’s a dog on it…no, a wolf, grey and white, snuffling at the pillows and kicking his legs out a little. What the… The wolf gets up and Nate takes a single step back before he stills, thinking that he shouldn’t run, not that there’s anywhere to run to. But the wolf only looks back at him with eyes that are crystal blue, just like…just like Eliot’s. Except only wolf cubs have blue eyes. It doesn’t look like a cub though and it doesn’t look like a husky, but maybe it’s a hybrid, Nate’s mind is going a million miles a minute with useless information as the wolf then simply gets off the bed and goes over to the open window, jumping through it and onto the fire escape. Nate’s first inclination is to breathe a sigh of relief, except that he then realizes that the wolf was where Eliot was, and now Eliot’s gone, Eliot who was sick and in pain, who couldn’t have gotten up and walked away. Stupidly Nate goes to the open window, checking down the fire escape just in case, but there’s no sign of Eliot or the wolf. Either Eliot has some major explaining to do or Nate’s going crazy, and Nate doesn’t even know which one to hope for. For all he knows Eliot’s dead and Nate just couldn’t handle it. On automatic, Nate moves over to the dresser where he keeps an extra bottle of Jameson. If there was ever a time to drink, this is it. *** Nate wakes up on the floor, but at least he has a pillow and a blanket. Even drunk he couldn’t make himself get in that bed. Having slept on the floor definitely doesn’t make his hangover feel any better. His head feels like someone ran over it with a golf cart, not to mention his stiff neck and back. Sitting up makes his stomach roll ominously but at least being a drunk means he’s had plenty of practice at suppressing the vomit reflex. Not that it always works, but he’s practiced. He has to lean on the bed to get to his feet and the short hairs there assure him that it wasn’t a dream, white and grey hairs standing out against Nate’s cream-colored sheets. His next move is to the still open window. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s looking for as he scans the street below, but he almost misses Eliot, a human, sleeping naked on the fire escape. “Eliot!” he shouts before he’s climbing out the window himself, his muscles protesting the contorting it takes to get out there. Nate slaps Eliot’s stubbled cheek sharply, frightened at the way Eliot’s body is curled into itself just the way he was last night. Eliot stirs slowly, with a groan and a little stretch despite Nate desperately trying to pull the younger man up to sitting. “Eliot? Eliot, are you ok?” Nate questions, one hand turning Eliot’s face towards him. “Yeah,” Eliot finally responds, sleepy and relaxed. He can smell Nate, can smell the alcohol all over Nate too, but after being the wolf it doesn’t seem as strange, the differences in his hearing, smell, and sight. Nate pulls Eliot into a fierce hug, pressing his face into Eliot’s neck to hide his emotions, one hand gripping the back of Eliot’s head as if Eliot is a child. “Jesus, I thought…” Nate swallows hard, swallowing all those words, the fear of losing Eliot. “I don’t understand.” Eliot returns the hug affectionately, enjoying being close to Nate now. He feels good, relaxed in a way he isn’t normally. He likes the way Nate smells. “I was the wolf. I remember…” He breaks off with a sigh, he can’t describe it, can’t put it into human words. Nate shakes his head, it’s not possible, not logical. But as the fog of sheer relief clears from his mind, he focuses on what he can fix. He needs to wake Eliot up, clean Eliot up, check that bite wound again. “Let’s get inside,” Nate gets out. Reluctantly, Eliot’s face emerges from Nate’s neck, looking around like he’s seeing things clearer. Drugs, they could have been drugged, Nate thinks. Eliot stands up himself, looking around to see if anyone’s out this early to notice he’s naked on a fire escape as he waits for Nate to enter the window first. As soon as he’s in Nate is right next to him, demanding to see his arm, needing to know exactly what he’s dealing with as usual. “It’s fine,” Eliot says characteristically. The wound is dirty but still has no sign of infection. But Nate’s frazzled, irritated that he can’t blame everything on an infection. Eliot watches as Nate lifts his hand to his forehead momentarily. “Go take a shower,” Nate orders, his fear and anxiety has him turning into the team’s mastermind instead of Eliot’s lover. But Eliot knows it’s just Nate’s way and he easily walks over to the bathroom. He certainly needs a shower anyway, and the hot water feels perfect for his still sore muscles. He washes the wound first to satisfy his anal lover when Nate comes in and brushes the alcohol out of his mouth, then busies himself. First Nate heads downstairs to get some water and pain killers. He didn’t ask if Eliot needed any, but it can’t hurt after last night. Back upstairs though, he has to strip the sheets off the bed, has to get rid of those hairs, hairs that are still there, taunting him. If it were drugs, would he still be seeing those hairs? Eliot’s just finished washing his hair when he’s distracted, listening. He listens to Nate moving around, the sounds suddenly clear and crisp despite the distance between them, the taps of Nate’s bare feet, the clunk of glasses on the wooden bedside table, the clink of what is probably ibuprofen too, the sound of Nate smoothing out fresh sheets. The water is preventing him from smelling Nate and suddenly that’s all Eliot can think about, the smell of Nate, being near Nate. He’s moving before he really thinks about, just barely remembers to turn off the water but he doesn’t bother with a towel, opens the bathroom door and steps out soaking wet. “El…” Nate begins, but he can’t make his tongue move to get the rest of the word out, not with Eliot standing there soaking wet, goosebumps forming on his tan skin in the cooler air. It doesn’t matter that Nate can’t talk though, because Eliot doesn’t stop to hear as he crosses the room, damp fingers slide immediately to the back of Nate’s neck, palms cradling the bottom half of Nate’s face, pulling their lips together. It’s not a good time for this, but Nate can’t seem to care with Eliot devouring his mouth, he can only wrap his own arms around Eliot’s small waist, trails of water from long dark hair soaking his shirt sleeve as he pulls their bodies together. Eliot moans, wild and needy into Nate’s mouth prompting Nate to slide his hands down the slick curves of Eliot’s back, gripping Eliot’s muscular ass to help Eliot rub off against his thigh, water darkening his black slacks. Eliot’s thick arms have slid around Nate’s shoulders so that they’re tangled up like two teenagers but then Eliot uses his wet body to push Nate down onto the clean bed. He buries his face now in Nate’s scent, the pulse point under his ear, the tip of his chin, while rubbing his ass back on Nate’s clothed cock. Nate feels like he’s being mauled, Eliot’s hard wet body fully on top of him, rutting into his belly, nuzzling his neck. He manages to get a hand up, pulling Eliot’s wet hair back from the hitter’s face and getting his attention. Eliot lets himself be rolled over, blown open eyes focused on Nate’s face until Nate sits up and begins to take his wrinkled shirt off. Eliot tries to help, reaching for the button on Nate’s slacks, but as soon as he gets his hand up, Nate’s twisting away, squirming out of his pants, Eliot’s fervor rubbing off on him. Naked, Nate avoids Eliot’s grasping hands and reaches for the bedside table, grabbing the lube and a condom. He manages to get the lube slopped over his fingers before Eliot pulls him back down, caging him with arms and legs as Nate gropes for Eliot’s entrance with slick fingers. With effort, Nate pushes two fingers in. It’s enough for Eliot to still, throwing his head back on the bed with a needy groan. The prep is cursory before Nate is rolling the condom on his own neglected dick and pushing in. Nate’s body slides along Eliot’s as he thrusts, Eliot’s thighs forced wide, his ankles hooked behind Nate’s asscheeks. Eliot’s pulling him in, harder and harder, one calloused hand snaking to the back of Nate’s head to keep Nate’s mouth on his neck. They’re crushed together as Nate reaches for Eliot’s left hand, entwining their fingers. It doesn’t take long for either of them, they’re too worked up, too much friction on Eliot’s cock against Nate’s belly that has him shaking underneath Nate even as the older man thrusts harder, faster, biting down on skin now slick with sweat as he stiffens. Neither moves to separate afterwards. Nate moves only to pull out, throwing the condom in the nearby trashcan, lying on top of his lover and he throws it into the nearby trashcan. It’s comfortable but after the previous night, there’s also a tinge of desperation in Nate’s embrace. He’s gently carding his fingers through damp hair now softly curling when Eliot goes stiff. Nate lifts his head to see Eliot’s face turned toward the light coming in from the window, eyes gone soft and distant. “Hardison…” Eliot murmurs. “He’s walking into the bar downstairs.” Surprised, Nate looks to the still open window. There’s no way Eliot could hear footsteps from here. “Eliot,” Nate starts, moving away, but he doesn’t need to say anything else for the disapproval to come across loud and clear. Frustrated, Eliot sits up, dislodging Nate the rest of the way. He doesn’t want to fight about something he barely understands and Nate refuses to acknowledge. He’ll figure it out by himself. Eliot hears the elevator start up. “We should get cleaned up,” he says, standing and going to the bathroom. He’s brushing his teeth when Nate comes in to get into the shower. *** Hardison’s already has his computer open on the counter by the time Eliot’s heading down the stairs, but they both are walking straight for the kitchen refrigerator at the same time. Eliot growls as Hardison reaches the door first, his lanky body filling the entire space. “Hardison, move,” Eliot prompts as the hacker takes his time perusing the contents. “Chill, chi-ill,” Hardison says, backing away with his prize, a giant orange bottle. As soon as Eliot gets his chance at the fridge he hears another person breathing. It doesn’t surprise him when he hears Parker ask, “Whatcha making?” “Omelettes,” Eliot answers simply without looking at her. “Oh,” Parker sighs, obviously disappointed. Eliot knows that she’ll want cereal instead and reaches for the gallon of milk. They all jump as the gallon hits the drawer above it, like the jug wasn’t as full as Eliot thought, but it’s a full gallon, Eliot just bought it himself. It’s like he underestimated his own strength. Eliot is jerked out of his thoughts by Hardison’s loud voice, “Whoa. Dude. Do not take out your frustrations on the refrigerator. We…need stuff in there.” Scoffing Eliot puts the milk on the counter and gets out Parker’s cereal and a bowl and spoon. But Hardison isn’t finished talking as usual. “Things aren’t smooth between you and Nate? Where is Nate?” The smell of Sophie’s perfume arrives before Eliot hears the distinct clicks of Sophie’s heels coming towards the front door of the apartment, and he hurriedly tells Hardison to shut up. He certainly doesn’t tell any of them about his relationship with Nate, but Eliot feels uncomfortable even mentioning it around Sophie. He never wants to hurt her like that, no matter how cool things seem between her and Nate. Nate comes downstairs just as Sophie is coming in the front door. Eliot meets Nate’s eyes but only for a second before he turns back, pulling out the eggs this time. Sophie is heading straight for Nate, but Nate’s attention is still on the goings on of the kitchen. “Hey, man…make me one?” Hardison asks, hesitantly. “Fine,” Eliot growls. “You need to learn to feed yourself. You want to be the mastermind but you’re gonna die of a heart attack from fast food at thirty-five…” Eliot continues to snarl, but Nate can clearly see that Hardison doesn’t register any words past Eliot’s agreement, the hacker grinning like he just got one over on Eliot. “Sophie, would you like an omelette,” Eliot offers, his voice more polite when speaking to her. She declines. Eliot doesn’t ask Nate if he’d like one, but Nate knows that Eliot will make one for him anyway. “Hey, we got a job?” Hardison speaks up again. “Uhhh, no,” Nate replies, off guard. It’s not just because of what happened with Eliot last night. Nate pushes the team but he tries not to push too far until it’s necessary and they do need a break. But he sees the way Eliot’s back goes rigid, the pause in the chopping of spinach. They’re not the best at talking about things, trying too hard to keep them separate from the team and the jobs. Eliot goes back to chopping. He knows he needs to figure this out before he goes back on jobs and he’s actually glad that Nate is giving him a little time for that. Even if Nate doesn’t want to understand. He serves Hardison first. Turning back around to hide his smile as Parker snatches the hacker’s fork to try a few bites despite her earlier disdain for the menu option. Nate’s next, eating and half-listening to Sophie go on about the Italian. Eliot’s caught up in his own thoughts, thinking about what he should do, how he should test whatever’s happened to him. Is he a werewolf? A shapeshifter? A shaman once told him the wolf was his spirit animal, his guide. Is that what this is? A message? He’s so busy with his thoughts, he burns his own omelette. Cursing, he slides it onto a plate, resigned to eating it anyway. When he turns around though, it’s clear everyone else is ready to move on. Hardison and Parker are already heading to the door with a “See ya!” Nate’s finished too, standing up as Eliot sits down. Sophie wants him to go see something and he does owe her, many times over at this point. He can’t help but be concerned as he looks at Eliot’s plate though. Eliot never burns food. “Look, we’ll talk later,” Nate offers, grabbing his coat. Eliot seems unconcerned though, waving him off with his fork as he’s chewing. As soon as Nate’s out the door though, Eliot puts down his fork. The one thing he knows about werewolves is their supposedly deadly reaction to silver. It might be total bullshit and won’t exactly confirm whether or not he’s a werewolf, but knowing if he’s going to fall apart on a job by cutting himself with the silverware is an important thing to know. Nate has a silver letter opener. Eliot doesn’t feel anything as he picks it up so that’s a good sign. He hesitates for a moment wondering what he should cut. Nate will notice his hand and one of his arms is still healing from a cut. He needs a fairly deep wound to really know if it’ll affect him. Determined, he climbs back up the stairs, heading to the master bath. Nate doesn’t make it all the way to the car before he’s apologizing to Sophie. He doesn’t tell her that it’s because he’s worried about Eliot, but apparently she can read it all over his face. “Is Eliot ok?” she asks, diplomatically. “Huh?” Nate responds to give himself a moment to think. None of what happened last night is ok, but he’s certainly not about to tell anyone that Eliot thinks he turned into a wolf last night. “Yeah, just…he needs to rest his shoulder and he won’t unless someone’s watching him.” Nate meant it to sound like he was just looking out for the team by keeping their hitter healthy, but after the words are out, they sound intimate. He’s watching over Eliot, he’s needed by Eliot. He opens his mouth again, but he doesn’t have a clue what to say that won’t dig the hole deeper. But Sophie just gets a soft look on her face and says, “Go to him.” Then she’s walking off, making her usual stunning exit. Back in Nate’s bathroom, Eliot has stripped off his clothes again having decided on the meat of his thigh. Climbing into the bathtub, he places the letter opener carefully and then takes a deep breath, holding it as he cuts deeply into his flesh. It hurts, of course it does, but it doesn’t hurt more than getting stabbed normally does. Eliot shifts his weight from side to side, the blood running down his leg in rivulets as he waits for any abnormal reaction. He’s still waiting when he hears the door open downstairs, Nate’s distinct footsteps entering the apartment. Eliot’s immediate thought is that he shouldn’t have closed the bathroom door or the window in the bedroom so that he could have heard Nate outside. But there’s nothing to be done now, he can’t get himself cleaned up before Nate makes it upstairs. When Nate opens the shut bathroom door, shock doesn’t begin to cover how he feels at seeing Eliot bloody and holding a knife. Rushing forward, Nate knocks the knife out of Eliot’s hand before pulling the younger man in a hug. “Eliot,” Nate’s voice is as close to a sob as Eliot has ever heard. “We’ll figure this out, ok? You don’t…” The meaning of Nate’s words finally dawn on Eliot as he lets Nate hold him close. The outburst is oddly touching and Eliot can’t resist leaning a little more on his lover, turning his nose into Nate’s scent, stronger without so much alcohol. “I wasn’t…trying to kill myself,” Eliot says slowly. Nate pulls back but not totally away, his hands still on Eliot’s biceps. “Then what were you doing?” Nate snaps. Eliot looks down on the knife now on the bathtub in the pooling blood. “Silver,” Eliot says. Nate looks at him blankly for a second but then he’s shaking Eliot as he figures it out. “You’re not a werewolf, Eliot.” Eliot lets Nate shake him a moment, but then pulls away. “Something happened last night. I had to know if it would affect the jobs.” Turning away, Eliot turns on the faucet to wash away the blood and ignoring Nate. He grabs the medical kit from the closed toilet lid and sits on the side of the tub to stitch it himself. Finally collecting himself, Nate responds, “Well now you’ve got a hole in your leg, how’s that going to affect our next job?” “I’ll handle it,” Eliot growls. He’s over talking about this and just wants to leave, but he can’t walk out still bleeding profusely. He should have done this at his own place. “That’s not what you said when you were complaining yesterday morning!” Nate raises his voice. Angry, Eliot slaps a bandage over the hastily stitched wound and stands up, unconcerned that his nakedness might put him at a disadvantage in their fight. He doesn’t want to respond anyway and stonily walks past Nate into the bedroom to get dressed. “You’re leaving?” Nate asks. “We need to figure this out.” “Yeah,” Eliot responds pulling his sweatshirt over his shirt. “Well you don’t seem interested in figuring things out. I’m leaving.” Nate’s angry, but the worry comes back as Eliot walks past him heading downstairs. But he can’t follow. Eliot’s not a child. Unsure what to do with himself, Nate walks downstairs himself, intending to make another pot of coffee with some whiskey for flavor. Outside, Eliot has to stop for a second. The silver may not have had any effect but something is still different with him, the sights, the sounds…but it’s the smell that seems most different. And not all of the smells of Boston are good. But he can trace the smell of things like bread crumbs someone left behind, fresh bread, hot dogs, the acrid scent of coffee. He needs to find out if he can change into a wolf again, if he can do it voluntarily or only during the full moon, or if it’ll never happen again. Walking to his bike, he heads to his own place not far away. In the privacy of his empty loft, Eliot sits cross-legged down on the thick carpet in front of his fireplace. He’s naked again, just in case it works. Meditation isn’t something he practices on a regular basis, but he’s very familiar with the practice and uses many of the techniques to keep his control and focus on jobs or missions. This time he focuses on the wolf, recalling everything he can from the previous night. *** After an hour Nate’s through waiting. This isn’t just a disagreement between them, this is about the team, and they need to talk about it now. This is nothing like when Sophie left, when Nate couldn’t give up his pride to go to her, because in the back of his mind, Nate believes that Eliot will fall back into line. Eliot would never leave the team, never put Parker and Hardison at risk. Nate has been to Eliot’s place maybe once before. It’s a nice loft hidden in what appears to be a derelict building. But he does have a key. Eliot admitted that there was no way he could keep them out anyway so it didn’t even matter. The inside of the loft is eerily quiet and mostly dark, the shades are drawn and only a few lamps are on around the room. But the space is wide open and Nate can’t imagine where Eliot is that he can’t see. “Eliot?” Nate calls out. Out of the shadows, Nate hears a growl, more feral than the sound even the human Eliot makes. Nate holds his breath, trying to listen when the wolf comes out into the open, his ears flat, his teeth bared. Nate wonders if he can get the door open and get out before the wolf is on top of him, but then he wonders if it is Eliot. If Eliot is a wolf, Nate can’t just leave it here. He can’t let it get out this time. Before Nate has really made a decision, the wolf stops growling and starts whimpering, an almost happy sound, the wolf’s tail and ears popping up as if alert. Nate watches in confusion and amazement as the wolf jumps to the side a little, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, playful instead of aggressive. When Nate doesn’t move though, the wolf gets down on his belly, crawling forward to Nate, his nose pointing upwards, snuffling like he’s smelling Nate. That’s when Nate gets it, this is Eliot, Eliot being submissive to his pack leader, to Nate. Nate takes a cautious step forward and the wolf stands again, ears still erect but tail down now, relaxed. The wolf bounces off to the nearest window, scratching the wall below it. It quickly learns it’s not getting out, though, and sits as if frustrated. The howl startles Nate, sharp and loud, mournful and yearning, like the wolf is trying to call the rest of the pack, the rest of the team. Nate raises a hand to rub over his brow, unable to comprehend that he is babysitting a wolf and it’s not part of a con. When the wolf howls a second time, Nate surges forward. The damn thing is going to have people beating down the doors any second now and then what’ll he do? “Eliot,” Nate says sharply to get the wolf’s attention, feeling incredibly stupid even though the wolf responds with mannerisms an awful lot like the human Eliot. “Eliot, stop that.” The wolf looks rather chastened at the reprimand, the wolfish smile gone. Standing, the animal starts to pace, snuffling at the drawn shades and whimpering in a more pathetic way. The wolf eventually makes its way over to the door, scratching and begging at it to be let out. “Eliot, you can’t go outside. What if animal control picks you up? What if you hurt someone?” What are they going to do, Nate asks himself. What was Eliot thinking changing into a wolf? He can’t go run around the city like this. Hell, even if they went into the country, Nate would be so worried about some farmer shooting Eliot for being near his cattle. As if Nate doesn’t have enough to worry about with his team. And Eliot’s probably going to be pissed there are now scratches all over his place. Though really, Eliot’s place is a good environment, the hitter doesn’t leave anything lying around that the wolf can get into, and Eliot’s windows and doors are indestructible. Nate goes over to the sitting area in front of the fireplace. Eliot doesn’t have a tv, preferring to watch games with the team or at a bar. Nate watches as the wolf wanders around some more, smelling at the kitchen, but he can’t get at any of the knives. Feeling pretty comfortable there’s nothing the wolf can get at, Nate picks up the book lying on the side table, reading it even though it’s not something he would normally choose. Eventually, the wolf gets bored and comes to lie down on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace as well, resting his face on his paws. Nate wonders whether he should tell Eliot that he’s pretty adorable as a furry animal. Suddenly the wolf puts his head back up, letting out a long howl. Nate’s about to yell at it, like it really is a pet, when the howl is followed by a loud popping sound. The first pop is followed by another, and the wolf whimpers in pain this time as its body is rearranged. Nate has to close his eyes, cover his face with his hands, unable to think of anything to do to make this easier and unable to just watch. He peeks at an entirely misshapen, half-furred creature as the wolf’s cries turn into Eliot’s all too human high-pitched cries of pain. He drops the shielding hand when the sounds stop, feeling a coward when he sees Eliot lying spent and naked on the carpet. He’s kneeling by his lover’s side an instant later, helping Eliot as the younger man attempts to get up. As much as Nate doesn’t want to, he can’t help thinking that this is good to know, good to know if they ever used the wolf that it will leave Eliot exhausted once back in human form. Pushing that thought aside, Nate cradles Eliot to his chest as he tries to get them off the floor. “C’mon,” Nate murmurs. “Let’s get on the couch.” It’s a struggle to get there, but then Nate has the younger man curled up against his side, Nate’s deft fingers stroking long hair back from Eliot’s face. It’s…nice in a way. They never just curl together quite like this, they’re guys and all. Eliot’s never this relaxed, not even after sex, and Nate’s never this unafraid of coddling Eliot, this unafraid of giving more than he actually has left to give. They’re both so defined by the losses of their pasts that they’re afraid to be more than casual. Eventually Eliot stirs though, stretching a little and sighing in Nate’s ear as his strength returns. With effort, Nate releases his grip on the back of Eliot’s neck, allowing Eliot to move away. Eliot’s face is soft, his hair mussed and his body shining with sweat, and Nate can see the mischievous twinkle in blue eyes that says Eliot wants to get fucked. But Nate’s not falling for it this time. They need to actually talk about this, because it does affect the team, a complication even Nate could never have dreamed of. “C’mon,” Nate pre-empts his frisky lover. Nate now has the space to stand up and he does, trying not to look at Eliot’s nakedness as he continues. “We should head back to my place before the team wonders where we are. We’ll have a drink, and then talk about things.” Eliot looks dismayed, ducking his head momentarily so his hair shields his face before he stands up from the couch. Whether it’s because Nate denied him or whether it was the mention of the team, Nate can’t tell, but he tries to just be happy that Eliot does head to the bathroom. Nate doubts many people say no to a naked Eliot and if Eliot had pressed the matter… He waits while Eliot gets dressed, feeling the earlier intimacy slipping away from them, both donning their emotional armor just like Eliot puts on his clothes. “Let’s go,” Eliot says gruffly, leading the way to the door. But for a moment, all Nate can think of is Eliot the wolf submissively wanting his pack leader’s attention. Eliot the human probably wants Nate’s attention too, but doesn’t have an easy way to ask for it. It’s almost awkward as Nate drives them back to his place, awkward not because of the situation, but because for once he wants to reach out but can’t seem to think of how to do so. The sky is darkening as they make their way towards the downstairs bar. It’s after five and the streets are busy and so is the bar. A group of four guys are also making their way to the bar behind Nate and Eliot. Nate starts down the stairs immediately, but Eliot stops at the top. The guys behind him have the hairs on the back of Eliot’s neck standing up. They feel nervous, just not right, intruders that have Eliot trapped at the door to his own territory and suddenly Eliot is not letting these guys inside. It happens in an instant, Eliot’s fist connecting with the first guy’s face so hard everyone around can hear the crunch of bone. He grabs the shirt of the next guy before Nate or any of them have a chance to react, throwing the guy towards the street. A kick catches a third guy in the chest, but the fourth guy runs, abandoning the other man without a backwards glance. “Eliot!” Nate yells, his voice catching Eliot before the man ran off after the fourth guy. He doesn’t know what’s going on, maybe Eliot recognized these men, but fighting in front of their building isn’t the wisest plan. Eliot’s panting, still feeling the thrum of adrenaline in his blood, fight or flight resounding in his brain. When Nate grabs his wrist, he doesn’t fight though, not Nate. Rigid, he lets himself be pulled into the bar. Nate ushers Eliot through the crowd, but not quickly enough as Eliot stops to growl at a man trying to have a stilted conversation with Parker. “Eliot,” Nate says sharply, finally getting Eliot’s full attention. “Get upstairs, now!” Eliot responds to the order, hanging his head a little as he leaves. Turning back to the bar, Nate’s prepared to smooth over things, but it seems Parker’s suitor ran off and Parker simply flounced over to sit with Hardison in a booth. Pouting, she says, “Eliot’s in a bad mood. He doesn’t want to hang out with us.” Feeling like he’s in the middle of a con no one told him about, Nate’s hand drifts to his face like he can rub away the frustration. “Hardison,” he says finally. “Eliot took down some guys outside, I need you to make that go away, give a false description or something and then I want all the information you can find on the guys.” “Is something going on?” Hardison asks, not unexpectedly. “Is someone after Eliot?” “Is he ok?” Sophie jumps in as she walks up. “No, he’s fine,” Nate deflects. “I need to go up and figure out what’s going on, and I need you three to stay down here and deal with this. Ok? And then call me when you’ve got something. Don’t come up.” The three nod however reluctantly, allowing Nate to make his ways upstairs. He’s barely entered the door when he shouts, “What the hell was that?” Eliot’s pacing, his hands practically ripping out his hair as he shouts back. “I don’t know, Nate. There was something wrong with those guys. They were dangerous.” “Do you know them? Do we need to get someone off our trail?” Nate asks, his voice quieting as he begins to analyze the situation. “No,” Eliot admits hesitantly. “I don’t know them, but they felt…they felt bad, Nate. They were up to something.” Nate’s shocked into silence for a moment, before he bursts out, “You are not a guard dog, Eliot!” “I know,” Eliot says miserably as he sits down on the edge of a dining room chair. “I just felt threatened by these guys in my…our bar, and I just reacted.” It’s quiet for a moment as Nate calms down himself and moves to sit in the seat next to Eliot. He needs more information to work through this. “Ok, let’s start from the beginning,” Nate says reasonably. “You can…shapeshift?” Eliot shakes his head. “It’s not just turning into a wolf. I can feel the wolf even as a human, in my sight and smell, hearing. I’d bet I’m stronger and faster too.” “Well that doesn’t sound bad,” Nate says lightly. “But it is if I can’t control it,” Eliot fires back. “Eliot,” Nate begins seriously. “You need to get a handle on these…feelings. You’re still human, you can control…” “There are some instincts you can’t train out of wild animals, Nate,” Eliot protests sharply. Nate opens his mouth, but then his phone rings. Eliot looks stricken when Nate tells him, “Hold on.” “Hardison,” Nate prompts the hacker as he stands up and moves away from Eliot. “Yeah, so Sophie took care of the cops. Said those guys were harassing her and some six foot five good Samaritan took them down.” Hardison chuckles to himself before continuing. “Turns out those guys were criminals though, of the beating people up and stealing their money variety, but there’s no indication that they would have been hired to take out Eliot. I mean, you’d need someone way better than these guys to take out Eliot…” “Thanks Hardison,” Nate says, effectively ending the conversation and shutting the phone. “Looks like you were right to be worried about those guys,” Nate says to Eliot as he turns around again. “It doesn’t matter,” Eliot says sharply as he stands up and moves away. Nate watches as the younger man crosses his arms defensively, holding his middle. Nate’s moving before he even realizes it. They don’t do this, don’t baby each other or comfort each other like this, but his arms itch to wrap themselves around Eliot’s waist, to pull that tense, muscular form back into the cradle of his own body. But Eliot steps away before he can get there. Eliot heads back toward the door, but pauses an arm length’s away to look at Nate. “Don’t follow me this time. I won’t…change or anything. I’m just going to work out.” Eliot’s asking for space, and normally Nate would give it to him willingly, trusting that Eliot knows what Eliot needs, but this time…this time he thinks of the wolf, a pack animal, and wonders if solitude is the opposite of what Eliot needs. *** Nate’s up early the next morning after a not unexpectedly restless night. He’s sitting at the counter drinking his coffee when he sees a very interesting car chase on the news. He’s still upstairs waiting for Paul Manlow to arrive for their meeting when Eliot bursts through the door like a mini tornado. “You took a job?” Eliot growls. He knows it’s true, Hardison doesn’t make shit like that up, but he wants to hear it from Nate’s lips. “Yes,” Nate says calmly. “What the hell, man?!” Eliot raises his voice, throwing up his hands in frustration. “What part of this makes it seem like taking a job is a good idea?” Standing up from the counter in front of the tvs, Nate replies, “He needs our help now, Eliot. Not tomorrow or whenever we figure this out.” “Figure this out? You mean me,” Eliot sneers. “And what if I kill someone, even if it’s a bad guy?” “You won’t,” Nate says with that certainty that so infuriates the rest of the team. Eliot is still trying to come up with a reply when Hardison walks into the room. The young hacker may be mostly oblivious but the tension is so thick in the air he can’t help but notice the stand-off between the two older men. “Whoa…” he draws the word out into at least five syllables as his dark eyes dart from Nate’s calm face to Eliot’s angry one. “Is this a bad time? Because you know, the guy that we’re supposed to be helping, you know that guy, he’s downstairs.” When Eliot whips his head to growl at the younger team member, Hardison takes an unconscious step backwards, raising his hands palms out instinctively. It’s a display of submission that both the human and the wolf recognize. “Just shut up, Hardison,” Eliot growls before he’s taking off for the door. “Hey!” Hardison yells back, even as Nate begins to move after his lover. “I didn’t do nothing! Don’t take your problems out on me, bro!” Nate catches up with Eliot just inside the stairwell, the hitter too angry to wait for the elevator. “Eliot,” Nate calls out as he chases after. “What?” Eliot barks out sharply. Making it down to the landing that Eliot is waiting on, Nate chooses his words carefully. “Eliot, do you really want to forget this con? Just leave this guy to deal with it himself?” Eliot doesn’t respond, simply keeps his face turned away and his arms crossed. Nate knows that though Eliot values the mission, the good they do, he values the team more, and that’s part of what scares him about taking a con now. Nate steps closer, too close for them to be anything but lovers. “I trust you, Eliot. They trust you, to keep them safe and get the con done. No matter what you’ve done in the past, and no matter what you may have to do for us in the future, we trust you. If you transformed into a donkey or a fire-breathing dragon, I still would.” Eliot doesn’t move, but Nate watches the tense posture soften some. Finally, Nate reaches out a hand to Eliot’s rough cheek, turning Eliot’s face so that he can see vulnerable but determined blue eyes. “Don’t tell them,” Eliot says softly. “Course not,” Nate whispers back. “You’re still you, Eliot.” Eliot relaxes then, feeling suddenly much older than his age. He always knew that one day he wouldn’t be able to be the hitter anymore, but to have his identity suddenly changed by something so unexpected…he’s scared, scared of losing everything he has here with these people. Nate’s hand slides down to the back of Eliot’s neck, pulling the younger man forward into a kiss even as Nate’s taller body pushes Eliot back into the wall. The kiss is rough, Nate desperate and demanding, demanding entrance that Eliot willing gives, opening up to Nate and letting Nate’s hand support him, lead him. Breaking apart for air, Nate can’t seem to disentangle, can’t seem to relax. He still clutches the back of Eliot’s head, keeping their faces tight together as Nate breathes out right next to Eliot’s ear. Eventually Eliot says, “I think the client’s downstairs.” Nate moves back only to give Eliot one last kiss, his hands sliding down Eliot’s back to squeeze Eliot’s round backside. “Ok,” Nate says breathlessly before he straightens his coat and makes his way the rest of the way downstairs. *** The job goes well…well, it goes as well as a lot of their jobs go. Eliot was distracted enough by the bullets that he didn’t hear the car coming, and he drowned his earbud, but the important thing was despite the threat to his team, his family, he didn’t kill anybody. They’re going to consider that a win. Eliot was a little concerned about Parker. As much as he wanted the team, particularly Parker and Hardison, to think of him as their protector, he didn’t want them to think he was invincible, that he would always be able to rescue them, that it didn’t matter when he was hurt. “See, it turned out fine,” Nate says, walking into his bedroom and putting down his drink on the bureau so he can strip off his coat. Eliot’s lying on top of the covers in only his boxers and glasses, a book resting low on his belly. Chuckling and shaking his head, Eliot puts the book and glasses aside as he scoots toward the foot of the bed. “It was a big risk.” “Nah,” Nate gives his typical response. “But I do think we should figure out more about your abilities.” Nate sits on the bed and takes off his shoes, grinning as Eliot gets up and moves in front, putting his knees on the bed between Nate’s thighs. In a predatory crawl, Eliot keeps his body over Nate’s as Nate shimmies up the bed on his back. “We don’t have time between jobs to figure this out,” Eliot says, seemingly unconcerned by that fact at this moment as he rearranges to straddle Nate’s groin and starts to pull up Nate’s t-shirt. Nate looks up at the unconventionally beautiful man above him, caught up in watching the fluid movements of muscle underneath skin shadowed by the light of one lamp. He almost forgets to lift up to get the shirt off. “Well, we’ll have to see,” Nate says lowly before rolling Eliot onto his back, Eliot’s knees still holding tight to Nate’s hips, giving Nate space to roll his hard dick against Eliot’s hole, the younger man groaning despite the layers of cloth between them.

It was a month after the Strangers died when John Murdoch finally managed to begin his romance with Emma – now Anna- again. Shell Beach was hollow to him. A perfect plastic paradise, he realized. Nothing more. And so he went back to the city. A few subtle changes in the city, that were as easy for him as breathing now, landed him the penthouse in the apartment building she lived in. Where he could observe her. After that it was only a matter of taking evening walks on the riverfront until he bumped into her again. She didn't know him beyond their meeting in Shell Beach where her parents lived, of course. Didn't recognize him. But she seemed to take to him quite readily, and her company made him smile. Still, something about it felt fake, like he was just acting out a part in a play. The first time they made love, it felt somehow wooden, mechanical. He tried to remember their past intimacies to rouse his passion, and hoped she didn't notice. That night, the nightmares came for the first time. The Strangers, inflicting unspeakable terrors – on her, on John, and Schreber – poor, frightened Schreber with his bright blue eyes and his staggered walk. But no... this was the Schreber from his implanted memories – the doctor was young and whole, but still terrified, reaching for John, screaming a name he couldn't quite hear.... John woke to Anna's frantic voice as she shook him, quaking in terror herself. It took a moment for him to adjust, to realize where he was and what had happened. He blinked fuzzily as Anna clung to him, incoherent with fear. He'd Tuned in his sleep. The window was bricked over, the walls of the room pressed within feet of the bed. A product of his unconscious mind, he supposed. The need to be closeted. Protected. He wrapped his arms around Anna immediately, securely, trying to calm her while his mind slowly and silently tuned the room back into place, trying to convince Anna that nothing had happened, that it had all been her nightmare, not his. She didn't buy it. Finally, he just gave in and told her the truth. Not all of it, not the bits about her, and not specifically about Schreber. But about the Strangers and the experiments, the altered memories. Strangely, the truth calmed her. He would have expected her to be more hysterical, but perhaps the walls moving had peaked her hysteria, and nothing else could be worse. And any explanation was easier to accept than than no explanation at all. They sat up until the sun rose, talking. Or rather, mostly John just talked, and Anna listened. It was what he needed, he realized. Just to feel like someone could listen and not think that he was crazy. Anna had uncertainties too, it turned out. Dreams she had started having recently, startlingly real, always with the same cast. A lover that she felt so strongly for that she couldn't help but keep feeling that way in her real life. Feelings so strong that she was always searching for the man from her dreams. "I don't think I'm that man," John found himself saying, surprising himself by doing so. Wasn't that what he wanted? For Anna to remember his love? But it wasn't his love she was remembering. And somehow, he was okay with that. Anna had given an apologetic smile. She said he was familiar to her, though. That it felt like she'd known him her entire life. And that it was so good, such a relief to be with someone who didn't think she was crazy, someone who could offer some kind of explanation – however crazy – for her dreams and her emotions. ~~~~~ Anna moved in. They made love, sometimes, but it was awkward and always gave John nightmares. He learned to stop the Tuning in his sleep, but it still unsettled him, so in the weeks that followed they settled into a kind of platonic love, two strangers alone in a world that knew nothing of the truth. They shared a bed, ate dinner together, and went for long walks in the late afternoon sunshine. It wasn't what John Murdoch wanted... but it was all he had. Then he starts to dream again. Not the nightmares, but strange dreams, dreams that are more like living in someone else's head. At first he dreams about Anna – strange, pointless dreams, dreams of walking a dog with her, pushing her teenaged self playfully out of a small boat. Sometimes she looks much younger, and he ponders why his subconscious is giving him these images. There are others as well – an older couple who he comes to think of as Anna's parents, a younger boy, and a woman who seems to be Anna's friend. And as he dreams, she ceases to be Anna and becomes Sarah. John clamped his dreams away, never mentioning them to her. ~~~~~ Three months after the Strangers died, he ran into Doctor Daniel Schreber again. The man hadn't changed, still clad smartly in a three piece suit that would have been distinguished if it weren't for his uneven gait, the twisted facial features with the partly closed right eye. He was sitting at a table at a street cafe, and stood when he spotted John, moving forward in a way that always struck John as painful looking. "Mr. Murdoch – it's been – some time. Such a nice surprise – to see you." His words were laboured with his troubled breath, but eloquent, and John found himself wondering why he would struggle to use so many words when it was so hard for him to do so. He managed a smile, shaking Schreber's offered hand. There was something warm and familiar about it that made him pause, that made his previous plans to brush off the Doctor's greeting change. He watched Schreber for a moment, trying to formulate a new plan, not letting go of his hand. "How are you?" He said, finally. Schreber smiled, the kind of relieved, desperate smile John would have expected from someone who had just been offered a way to cheat death. "I am... all right, thank you. But it – it is difficult sometimes. I feel like – a stranger myself --- in this world." John found himself nodding. He suddenly realized that he was still holding Schreber's hand, and let it go. "Let's talk over breakfast?" He inclined his head toward the cafe table the doctor had come from. "If you have no plans, of course." The Doctor shook his head, sitting down with him, watching him. "No, I... I don't really have – have anything to do. Not now. The same, I think, as you?" He ordered a cup of tea, declining breakfast, and John absently did the same. John looked out into the city, watching the way the sunlight played against the buildings. They were clean now, and repaired; a far cry from the old city with its eternal night. "The same," He said, finally. "I fix things, you know... change some things. Sometimes I make it rain. But... you're right. I don't really have anything to do." He looked back at the doctor, surprising himself by saying, "It's good to see you, Doctor. Thank you for coming to see me." Schreber looked a little taken aback, and tried to cover his reaction with his cup of tea as the waitress brought it. "And you... as well, Mr. Murdoch." John ignored the cup in front of him. "Please... call me John. Mr Murdoch reminds me too much of... everything before." "My apologies," The doctor replied, hesitating for a long moment before offering, "If you like... you may call me Daniel." There was a calming sense of familiarity in the name, and John found himself smiling. Of course the Doctor should be familiar to him. He'd been implanted throughout John's last fabricated set of memories– a childhood guide and teacher. A constant friend – kind, warm and supportive. Those memories didn't quite feel real now, but he let himself dwell on them for a few moments, enjoying the soft pleasure they brought. "Thank you, Daniel," he found himself saying, and took a sip of his tea. Daniel was watching him, an uneven smile on his lips that was somehow fond and nervous at the same time. "I hope you... don't mind. I just – wanted to see you, to– to thank you." John set down his cup. "To thank me?" "For this." Daniel replied simply, and motioned toward the city. "For stopping them. For..." he hesitated, his voice softening slightly. "For freeing me." John smiled, shaking his head slowly. "It was you who freed me, my friend," he replied, nursing his tea. It took him a moment to realize that Daniel hadn't spoken, and when he looked up, there were tears in his bright blue eyes. "Thank you," he said softly. "I was afraid – that you would hate me." John shook his head slowly. "No... even without the lessons you injected me with..." he tapped his head. "I don't think I could ever hate you. It should be the other way around, with the way I treated you. And..." he mused, half to himself, "You're the only one in this city who really knows me at all..." Daniel took off his glasses and passed a hand across his eyes before making a show of cleaning the lenses, seeming a bit embarrassed by his own emotion, trying to hide it. "Will you... will you show me your city?" John smiled, finding himself liking the idea. He left a few coins on the table to pay for the coffee, having discovered that he could tune money as easily as buildings. Daniel seemed to accept this without question, as well as the billfold full of crisp new twenties that John pressed into his hand as an afterthought. He followed John into the hailed taxi cab, and John found himself smiling, wondering how long he could manage to make a tour of the city last. ~~~~~ That night, he dreams of Daniel. Not the crippled Doctor, but a younger version of him, whole like he was in his memories. In dreams, nothing shocks John. Somehow, though, he knows that it isn't the doctor from his forged memories. This is the real thing. He is younger, a young professional, a young psychiatrist. Scientist. Or possibly both, he can't quite be sure. John pours over case files with him, talking and comparing notes. They walk together on a long grassy boulevard. They go to dinner with colleagues, eating food so real that John can taste it, even after the dream. He stared at his expression in the mirror that morning, wondering about it, pondering the realism of it, the images and feelings that lingered. He eyed the stubble on his cheeks and, on a whim, tried to Tune it away. It was easier than he expected, leaving his skin tingling and entirely hairless. "I'll never get used to seeing you do that," Anna murmured, dressed in her robe, leaning against the bathroom door. She smiled at him. It was Saturday. They went out for breakfast, sitting outside a cafe on the river front. John had a plate of fresh fruit, which was a far cry from the squid ink pasta he remembered from his dream, which he didn't think he'd ever actually tried before. He wondered where the fruit came from in this place. Maybe just another product of the Machine that he had yet to investigate. They talked about dreams as they ate. He mentioned his own, finally, and once he started he was relieved that it spilled out quite easily. Everything he could recall, apart from Daniel's entrance the night before. It still seemed strange to him, and thinking about it brought a strange feeling of vulnerability, so he focused on Anna, her parents, the girl. "You should keep a diary," Anna suggested, finishing her toasted bagel with smoked salmon. She ordered another coffee. John had tea this morning, though he was not sure why. "A diary? What good would that do?" Anna shrugged, leaning back in her chair. "I'm not sure. But I write everything down when I wake up– everything I can remember. It takes a while, sometimes. Then when I read back over them... sometimes I remember new things. Sometimes I think it's just my own imagination, but... maybe it's more. Maybe writing them down will help me figure it all out." She smiled, optimistic. "If you have time... I would very much like it if you would write down anything you dream about me. More pieces of the puzzle." Of course he had time. "Where do these come from, Anna?" he mused, though he was asking himself more than anything. She nursed her coffee, watching him. "I've been thinking a lot about the things you told me. What if the chemicals weren't enough to alter our identities forever? What if we're slowly remembering all the experiences we've had, who we used to be?" John thought about his dreams with Daniel. "I'm not sure how possible that would be," he replied. "But... I think I know someone who might know a little more than we do. He knows about the experiments I told you about. He's a psychiatrist– not because I think you're crazy," he adds quickly, teasingly. "But he has some interesting insights on the human mind." He left money behind, and they walked to Schreber's office, which was only a few blocks from the riverfront, and only a short detour on their way home. The building was mostly empty, the glass storefronts on the bottom floor dark and abandoned, and it seemed lonely to him. Sad. They went upstairs, and Anna knocked on his door. Somehow John had assumed that he would be in the office on a Saturday, but as he let his mind explore the building, he realized that there were living quarters adjoining the work space. Daniel answered a few moments later, surprised and a little confused to see Anna, but smiled at John beside her. It was still early, but he was dressed just as smartly in his three piece suit, and invited them in immediately. If he found it strange to see John twice in as many days, he didn't say so. "Please excuse... the mess," he said, though there was none. It seemed rather empty for such a large room, and apart from the shelves filled with books, and contained only a large oak desk and the necessary psychiatrist's couch with a matching chair. "My work is... mainly theoretical, but I have --recently changed the direction of my research. So, you see... I don't have many visitors. Please have a seat." Daniel ignored the seat behind his desk, turning to offer his hand to Anna. "Please forgive me – John has mentioned you so often that I – forget we have not met. My name is -- Doctor Daniel Schreber. I am – a psychologist." Anna shook it with a smile, and John realized belatedly that he'd neglected to introduce them, lost to his own thoughts yet again. "I'm sorry – Daniel – this is Anna, my..." he hesitated, before finally supplying, "Girlfriend." Anna laughed pleasantly, charming as always. She was, John reflected, far more happy and optimistic than Emma was in the brief time he knew her. In a way, perhaps her last memory change was for the best. "Pleased to meet you, doctor. John and I were talking this morning about something that's been troubling us, and he thought you might be able to shed some light on the situation." She sat on the couch when bidden, leaving the other end for John, and Daniel settled into the matching chair nearby. "I can – certainly try. But you must – forgive me if you -- are looking for couple's counselling. That is – not my expertise." He had a sparkle in his eye that John wasn't used to seeing, and Anna laughed at the subtle joke. Daniel's echoing laugh was low and warm, and somehow familiar to John, though he realized he hadn't ever had occasion to hear the doctor truly laugh apart from in dreams. He let Anna talk. She started out a little hesitant, but quickly became eager to spill it all out, details of her dreams – names, situations, relationships – seemingly grateful to have another listening ear, and one with a medical background. Daniel listened attentively, sometimes prompting her, sometimes clarifying, and in a few cases pulling answers from John. Finally he stood, moving a chart from behind the desk and tearing off the top sheet of paper to reveal a blank one beneath. He labelled the bottom "Original Psyche" and the top "Present Persona". "Well, Anna. I don't suppose that John -- has told you everything about me, or my -- involvement in all of this. But you may be -- rather confused, without this information." He folded his hands in front of him, watching her carefully. "I was not a subject -- of The Strangers experiments. Rather, they -- forced me to assist them. They could not -- understand the human mind -- understand memories like I could. So I was enlisted -- against my wishes, to create the -- false memories that everyone -- has today. My apologies." Anna took the revelation in calmly, looking him up and down. "They weren't very nice to you, were they." A small smile, slightly bitter. "No. But this is -- fortunately, behind us now, thanks to John." He wrote "Anna" and "John" at the top of the chart, and then John's name again, with "Emma" beside it. He added a few names under John's, almost as an afterthought, but John didn't recognize any of them. "Emma?" Anna questioned, and Daniel looked surprised. "You didn't -- tell her?" John hesitated, a little ashamed. "She doesn't remember that, and I don't really either. I didn't want to complicate things." Daniel nodded. "You were his wife," he explained simply, "at least, as far as -- that set of your memories was concerned. There was an error –- in imprinting John that night. So he didn't -– receive that set. It is what lead to his powers – today. But you still -- seem to be, somehow – connected." Anna nodded slowly. "He appears in my dreams. He's not... he's not The One, but... he's there, and he's very familiar to me." Daniel nodded again, absently, leaning back against his desk to regard the chart. "There is... a very large... empty gap of time for you. For all of us. A time -- where who we were was -- determined only by chemicals. But the problem -- traditionally – with synthetic chemicals, is... they break down. Over time. Perhaps, I think -- our false memories may be -- the same?" "That we're remembering another lifetime?" Anna asked, and her eyes lit up. "Or many," Daniel replied, motioning with his pen to the large gap of space between the top and the bottom of the page. "The Strangers -– their experiments, they could have been –-- years. I don't know exactly – how long. The injections were given -– every month, or so... more for some—than others. Even for me. So there are– many memories that could -– resurface. Or even...." He taped the bottom of the paper with his pen, looking a little excited. "This." "Our... original memories. Before they took us." "Who is to say—that the human brain, our -- subconscious. That it wouldn't have things stored, still. Things that the chemicals could only -- mask. Not destroy. Perhaps in dreams, where our subconscious is -- strongest, it can bring the real memories -– back to life." ~~~~~ Anna began to see Daniel three times a week, after she was done at her job. Sometimes John went with her, though he found himself increasingly useless in the conversation. Her dreams still focused on the family he'd seen, and of course the love of her life. Now John only dreamed about Daniel. Sometimes he was already at the office, when Anna arrived. Officially, he was there for the same reason Anna was, but he couldn't quite bring himself to tell doctor about the dreams of himself. So instead they talked about Anna, and the city, the workings of the machine, and what little pieces of history they knew. As the next few weeks passed, he found himself spending more and more of his time in the doctor's company. Daniel tactfully let him know how the strangers had provided the city with food and water, and so part of their daily meetings involved making sure that the Machine was creating the needed amount of fresh food, and about once a week traveling with Daniel to make sure the various storehouses were full. It made him realize how much he still had to learn, and all the little things that needed to be done to sustain life in the city, and how lucky he was that Daniel had come to see him. It was also a good excuse to pay the doctor. Daniel protested – he had no overhead on the building, but John insisted. Knowing that the Doctor didn't take clients, he could only assume that the Strangers had provided for him, and money was still needed for food and day to day necessities. "Think of it as a consulting position," he'd told him. "Chief Information Officer for the city. After all, you did offer to one day work for me." He was on his way over to the doctor's with Anna one day, walking along the riverfront, when they decided to make a stop at a small bakery along the way. Daniel had taken to serving them hot tea with milk in the afternoon as they talked, and John was struck with the idea that it would be nice to take over some scones. The bakery was warm, rich with the smell of fresh bread and yeast. There was a red-haired girl behind the counter who smiled at him in a way that seemed strangely familiar as he ordered. "Half a dozen blueberry scones..." he stopped. "Do I... know you from somewhere?" The question was absurd, and he knew it as soon as it left his lips. He knew next to no-one here. Even with the last memory imprint, his history focused only on his family, on Emma, and the reoccurring figure of Daniel, teaching him to tune. But this girl's face looked so startlingly familiar that he couldn't let it go. The girl gave him a curious smile, impish and irresistible. "I don't think so. Did you grow up around here?" John shook his head slowly. "No... Shell Beach." "Ah. I must just have one of those faces, then." She handed the box of fresh scones across to him, thanking him. "Sir... is your sister all right?" John turned at her words. Anna still stood by the shop door, watching them, her face as white as a sheet. "Anna?" "Lets go," She managed softly, and turning, left the store. John managed an apology to the shop girl, hurrying after Anna, who was already striding towards the office. "Are you alright?" He asked, voice low. "I'm fine," she replied, though it was obvious that she wasn't. "I don't want to talk about it." John let the issue lay, puzzling over it himself as they walked, reaching the office shortly. Daniel let them in, noting Anna's distress and carefully not commenting on it, taking the scones from John silently and disappearing into the back. Anna stayed standing, fidgeting, regardless of John claiming his regular spot on the couch. The doctor reappeared a few moments later with the scones on a plate, and a small dish of butter, setting them down on his empty desk. "Anna, how are your dreams?" Without a word, Anna threw her arms around the doctor's shoulders and burst into tears. Daniel looked up at John a little bit helplessly, holding Anna gently. "Shh, my dear... what is the matter?" It took Anna a few moments to compose herself, fishing out a handkerchief to dry her eyes. "It's a girl," She managed between sniffles. "Daniel... what do I do?" "A... girl?" Daniel sat her down carefully on the couch, crouching in front of her, though John could tell that it pained him to do so. He stayed seated on the other end of the couch, a little awkwardly, feeling somehow as if he was intruding. "Anna... you mean the one you -- have been looking for?" Anna nodded wordlessly, dabbing away fresh tears. "I feel so stupid," She chokes, shaking her head. "She was in the dreams, she always was. I just assumed... symbolism or something, I didn't think... oh god, what do I do?" Daniel reached up to take her face in his hands, gently forcing her to look down at him, his expression calm and yet somehow more serious than John had ever seen it. "Anna... are your feelings still strong? This person is the same -- as in your dreams, correct?" She lowered her eyes, trembling. "I thought – I thought it was just symbolism, I didn't think... how could she possibly be a woman?" Daniel leaned back a little, taking her hand in both of his a spark of passion in his eyes. "Anna. Please believe me. This is – this is not wrong, this is not unnatural." "How can it not be?" Anna whimpered, and Daniel shook his head. "It's what they wanted -- us to believe. I swear it. They were very... xenophobic, you see. Part of being a collective mind, they believed –that everyone should be -- be the same. They barely tolerated -- people of colour. They eradicated the idea of – of same-sex attraction, in humans. It disgusted them. " Anna shook her head, clearly overwhelmed by the onslaught of information and ideas. "I don't... I don't understand...." Daniel shifted his position slightly, wincing a little as he did, to let his weight rest on his knees, but didn't let go of Anna's hand. "I mean to tell you that – that what you feel, what you dream is –- completely correct, completely natural." She didn't answer for a long moment, so he continued. "These books in my office. They are the only clues that I have -- to how life really was. They didn't destroy the books, you see. They brought them with us. I guess they thought that -- if we couldn't remember what we were reading, then they didn't pose a threat. I convinced them that my library would help – with the experiments." He gave a little breathless laugh, but it failed to pull Anna from her mood. Daniel sighed. "It was normal. Before we were taken. Women could love, could live together and – and marry. Raise a family. Society will revert, will adjust, you will see." "What do I do in the meantime?" Anna asked softly, helplessly, and the doctor patted her hand gently. "Nothing -that you do not want to. You know now where to find her, yes? Where she is?" When Anna nodded, he continued. "You have as much time – as you would like, then." Anna nodded, slowly, obviously miserable. "I feel like I'm betraying my dreams," She said softly, closing her eyes for a moment. "I always thought that when my heart finally recognized him – her – that I'd rush right into – her – arms. Just like they say in fairy tales. That it would be everything I ever needed." Daniel patted her hand again. "Life can be a bit unexpected -- sometimes. That's what makes us grow. But let me see if I -- have anything that might -– help you out." He got to his feet, slowly and painfully, and stood surveying the bookshelves for some time. Then he went to his desk to pull out a thin notebook, leafing through it. "John, you should pour Anna -– some tea. And I would like very much -- to try a scone." John moved over to the desk without any further prompting, feeling a little relieved to have something to do. He brought Anna a cup of tea, adding milk and sugar like he'd learned that she liked it, and buttering a scone for her as well. She regarded the scone silently for a few moments, then took it, nibbling on it as she watched the Doctor move about the room. Daniel seemed to find what he was looking for without too much difficulty, taking a battered paperback off the top shelf. "Forgive me, I – I have a hard time remembering -- where everything is, sometimes. I wrote it down, but every time they injected me I would -- have to re-learn my office." He sat, in the chair this time, handing the book across to Anna, the cover bearing the title 'Coming Out of Shame.' "Please borrow this. I am familiar -- with the material. Reading it may help you -– understand a little more." The rest of their meeting was brief, and Daniel walked home with them afterwards, claiming the need for exercise. When they reached the door of the apartment building, he hesitated. "John... do you mind to -– keep me company a while longer?" John nodded, giving Anna a reassuring peck on the cheek as she went inside, feeling much more suited to the role of friend, rather than boyfriend. As though this was how it was meant to be. Then he started back along the streets with the Doctor. The sun was setting, and he slowed it down slightly, to give them more time in the golden twilight. "Are you – all right, John?" Daniel asked, stopping as they passed a small park. John felt his eyebrows raise slightly. "I'm fine. Did you think I wouldn't be?" Daniel hesitated, watching him. "I was... unsure, about the nature of your -– relationship with Anna. I know you loved her." John was silent for a moment. "It's... difficult to explain," he said, finally. "When I couldn't remember anything, she was the only beacon of calm in the chaos of that miserable eternal night. She believed in me. So I guess I was drawn to her. But... when I romanced her as Anna... I think we both came to realize that we weren't meant to be." Daniel nodded slowly, and John could see him analyzing, recording the information behind those blue eyes. "But you still live together." John gave an exhalation of breath. "It's... nice not to be alone, sometimes. I still don't remember very much... Anna is familiar to me. And she knows what I am, knows the horrible past behind this city that I'm making, even if she doesn't remember it firsthand." He paused for a moment. "Did you mean what you said to her?" he asked softly. "About... about women, being together?" Daniel nodded seriously. "I wouldn't lie to her." "Have you considered," John asked slowly, "That her dreams... might just be dreams? That this woman we met today... could just be some strange reaction in her brain?" "I'm not sure," the doctor replied. "I haven't been able to -- determine that yet. But in her last imprint there was no design -- for mental instability. And she believes that it is real. That is what matters the most, right now. Support and acceptance -– while she goes through this." John nodded, regarding Daniel a little curiously. "I always meant to ask you... after we took back the city, when I made Shell Beach... I went home to find her there. But why would the Strangers have implanted her with the knowledge to go there? It didn't even exist yet." Daniel smiled, looking a little pleased with himself. "She was there? I'm very glad of that. It was rather my doing, you see. A bet that you -- would win. I couldn't stop her from being imprinted. You know that. But I made her memories very carefully, very specifically -– in the hopes that she would find you." John must have looked astonished, because Daniel's expression turned a bit concerned. "I'm sorry if I -- overstepped my bounds..." John shook his head slowly. "No... no, thank you. That was very kind of you." He glanced down the road in the direction of Daniel's office, then Tuned a small park bench in the greenery and sat down, patting the seat beside him. "You never had any doubt that I'd win?" The Doctor was silent for a long moment, looking out at the street, watching the few cars and pedestrians that hurried by. "I gambled everything -- on you. I'm still amazed that they -– didn't kill me instantly when I -- injected you with the wrong syringe." John regarded him, the guilt of his actions creeping back to him. "I should have taken it from you in the beginning. I should have trusted you. I'm sorry." "You didn't have any reason to," Daniel replied. "I was a traitor -- to our kind. Safer not to trust me." "I'm sure you had you reasons," John supplied, but the Doctor didn't volunteer any details. "I'm sorry for hurting you," John said, finally. Daniel smiled slowly, turning back to look at him. "Then we both have things -- to regret. But John... I forgave you long ago." The sun had set while they were talking, and he stood, looking a little wistful. "I should... get home. Anna needs you." On a whim, John stood as well, wrapping his arms securely around the other man's waist. "I'll take you," he said softly, before lifting them quickly off the ground. Daniel clutched at him in a sudden panic, choking on his breath, and John quickly landed on the roof of the nearest building, loosening his grip. "Daniel?" "Don't let go!" Daniel almost barked, shaking in his grip and John obliged, even though they were standing solidly on the rooftop. "I'm sorry – are you ok?" "Acrophobia," Daniel managed to gasp, his fingers digging painfully into John's shoulders. "They loved to torment me -- with it. But I never -– got over it." "I'm sorry – I'll take you back down to the street and we can walk," John felt almost ashamed, guilty at having inadvertently caused his panic, but Daniel shook his head. "No... no. Just... just give me a moment." He drew soft, shallow breaths, keeping his eyes closed as he slowly loosened his death grip on John's shoulders. "I'm sorry. I'll be all right." He managed to open his eyes, looking up at John, suddenly the trembling, vulnerable man that John had first met. "I didn't mean...." He sighed. "I feel like a right asshole." "It's all right," Daniel replied quickly, nervously. "It just -– surprised me. I'm sorry. We can go." John wrapped his arms around him tightly, feeling strangely protective of him as he used his abilities to quickly cover the distance to Daniel's office. He didn't bother landing, but Tuned open the large window in Daniel's office, setting them down gently inside. "We're here." Daniel carefully let go, looking a little gray, and sat down carefully behind the desk before pouring himself a cup of cold tea. "Thank you for the -– escort," He said finally, managing a little weak smile, his nerves calming. "I'm sorry not to be a more -- appreciative passenger. I'm sure Anna loves it." John shook his head. "I've never taken her flying," he replied. "But I think she'd have about the same reaction." "Will I see you tomorrow?" Daniel asked softly, and John nodded, smiling. "Tomorrow. And no more flying." ~~~~~ He dreamed again of Daniel that night, another dream to add to the library, dreams that had grown more frequent, more real. Sometimes it made him feel almost like he was living two separate lives. One was this city... Anna, the crippled doctor, the world he didn't fit into despite all his powers. And the other... the other was blissful, and yet somehow disturbing. For in the dreams, it became undeniably clear that Daniel was his lover. The dreams start in the office, start with work. And then somehow there are touches- gentle, simple touches- the caress of Daniel's hand on his, soft touches to his arms and shoulders. The way Daniel's blue eyes sparkle when he talks. The way that he feels when he meets those eyes with his, the desire in them. A night at the opera in a private box, and Daniel leaning over to steal a kiss, finally admitting his attraction. And the dreams progress, into stolen, breathless kisses that make John ache with need. Long embraces that feel so real- Daniel's body warm and strong against him, pressing him up against the door inside his office. Daniel's voice husky with need. "We shouldn't be doing this..." But John wants anything but for him to stop. And then passion– hot and needy, their limbs tangled with the sheets in John's bed, kisses so intense that it seems as though they will steal each other's breath as they make love. John awoke from that dream in a hot sweat, troubled by the ebbing shivers of passion that still raced through his body and the mess he left in his shorts. He stumbled to the en-suite bathroom, finding himself thinking how glad he was that Anna had moved into one of the other rooms as he cleaned himself up, putting on new clothes and getting back to bed. Still, he couldn't sleep. His mind was pulled back to the imagined passion that was somehow so real that he could still feel Daniel's lingering kisses on his skin. He closed his eyes tight in agony, unwilling to try and think about what this could mean, and unable to keep his mind and body away from Daniel. His body betrayed him, too eager to respond to the remembered passion, and finally he gave in, stroking himself a little helplessly to the vivid memories until he came again. Finally, the images ebbed, and he dreamed a sleep without dreams. ~~~~~

John spent several days at home in the apartment, brooding, no desire to go out into the city, to see anyone, to go anywhere alone. The pleasant dreams were gone now, replaced with nightmares, horrible imagery and pain that made him want nothing more than to go to Daniel to be assured that he was all right. But he resisted, though it made him miserable. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened between them that day in Daniel's office, but he had been rejected. Daniel didn't believe him. Finally he decided he needed answers, and went out into the underground of the city, back to look for his file. He attacked the Stranger's archives like a madman, going through each filing cabinet, searching for answers. He found Rachel's file, but there was no mention of him in it, only Anna. Finally, several days and several paper cuts later, he admitted defeat. If his file was still in existence, it wasn't there. The next possibility, then, was what Daniel had relayed. Another storage room, hidden, for sensitive files. Taking a lift, he slowly began to explore the underground domain, combing through the maze of tunnels and rooms, and tuning open new paths to hidden rooms when he found them. Finally, just when he'd given up for the day, he found it, almost by chance. A small tunnel opening on the way out lead to a dead end, but he Tuned an opening into the room beyond it, knowing that he'd found it a soon as he stepped off the lift. It was much smaller here, much more clearly labelled. The biggest bank was for the dead, with poor Bumstead's file sitting on top of the cabinet, never put away. He refrained from reading it, feeling it would be somehow disrespectful, and made a mental note to make the poor detective a beautiful tombstone somewhere, sometime. He skipped the bank of files marked as dead, and started looking through the other small collections of files. He found his halfway through, his photo unmistakable, shoved in the front of a drawer without filing, as if they'd been in a hurry. John pulled it out, Tuning a desk lamp into being and starting to leaf through. 'Jason Walker, Subject #192'. Last persona – John Murdoch. There were notes about his awakening, his Tuning, and then before that, the plans they'd had for the experiment. Prior to John, he was Frank Miller. The name meant nothing to him. John flipped through those quickly, knowing exactly what he was looking for at the back of the file. When he reached it, however, there was nothing there. There was his personal information, his rating scale, of course. And names listed as his family that evoked no emotion. There was no mention of Anna, and most importantly, no mention of Daniel. John closed the file slowly, setting it aside, and sat down on a solid metal riser beside the file cabinet. He couldn't set aside the feeling that there must have been some truth to his dreams, some place for them to come from. He wondered if the Strangers would have even allowed the inclusion of information about their Doctor in his file, if Daniel's information was so confidential. But perhaps if he found Daniel's file.... This thought cheered him, and he set to work searching the files. Half an hour later, he still had no results. He'd gone through the regular file cabinets two or three times a piece, and even gone through the deceased bank, but Daniel's file was nowhere to be found. He sat back down on the metal riser block, leaning against the file with a sigh. No files, no proof, no answers. Nothing to explain the way he was feeling the way he was. Then he looked down, mind moving, sensing. The cube he was sitting on was not furniture at all, but more storage, entirely sealed from all sides. Heart beating, he stood, tuning the top of the box away. Subject #50. Daniel Poe Schreber. He lifted the file with shaking hands, at first just staring down at the photo on the cover. Unlike the others, this was a magazine clipping, a blonde man in a fitted white lab coat, smiling. Daniel, like he was in his dreams. He opened the file to the first page eagerly. There was very little in the way of observations, just a few remarks here and there about how obedient he was during that time period, or was not, whether 'disciplinary action' was required. An injection recommendation for "no longer than every 28 cycles" to avoid the subject from becoming "difficult." Then there were pages, pages and pages of more magazine clippings. Articles, covers, photos, papers, written by Daniel and about Daniel, calling him gifted, a prodigy. Chronicles of discoveries in bio-chemical research, continual reference to a breakthrough treatment for something called "Alzheimers", and many other things that John didn't understand. And pictures of Daniel... young, happy. Whole. He closed his eyes to it for a moment, only a little surprised at the ache in his chest as he thought about his friend. As much as he'd tried not to think about it... he missed Daniel, painfully. Steeling himself, he continued on. His original persona information came last, and was much thicker than he remembered Anna's being. There was another photo of him, alone, and the same formula ratings he saw on all the files. And there was that line again. "Subject suffers from sexual dysfunction. Adversely affected by subject #51. Recommend removing possibility of interaction whenever possible to prevent risk of deviant behaviour or control difficulties with subject." He turned the page, reading on. The notes were extremely detailed, referring to a negotiation process, and John felt a cold lump of rage and disgust settle in the pit of his stomach, realizing that everything was just as Daniel had said. The first entry, the chronologically latest, noted the negotiations a success. That Subject #51 had been implanted and sent away with a fake file. That the doctor had been very cooperative, that the memory wipe had been successful. John flipped faster, suddenly not wanting to read. And then without warning, he found what he was looking for. It was the same picture of him he'd found on the file for subject #192. Jason Walker. Subject #51. Long time companion of Subject #50. Very strong chance of deviant behaviour occurring. Acquired as leverage for negotiations with Subject #50. He closed his eyes for a long moment, closing the file and holding it to him, enjoying the feeling of relief coursing through him. Vindication. He wasn't insane. And now that that was decided... he would tell Daniel everything. Regardless of the outcome, he would be truthful with him... and ask his forgiveness for their argument. He glanced down into the storage cube again, only to see his own face staring at him again. Ah... there was the real file. Jason Walker, #51. He set Daniel's down on top of the cabinet and picked his up, leafing through. It was very small, and mostly to do with Daniel, referring to his new file number and implantation at the end of "successful negotiation with Subject #50". He flipped through the pages idly, then froze. There was the photo from Anna's file, the family photo, he realized. Only this time, it wasn't damaged, and he was in it. His mouth went dry as he read. 'Name: Jason Walker. Family unit of Toby and Janet Walker (unsuitable for experimentation). Maternity Melissa Heartford. Age calculated at 26 rotations of the blue planet.' He skimmed past the rating scale hurriedly, turning the page. 'Relations: Toby Walker (deceased) – shared paternity. Sarah Walker #3853 (18 rotations) – shared paternity.' Half sister. John felt a knot of nausea in the base of his stomach, and he was suddenly very, very glad that they had ended their intimacy when they did. It struck him, then, the magnitude of the Stranger's last experiment. Not only to see if he could be a rapist and murderer, but to see if he would do the same to his own kin.... Telling Anna wasn't an option, his course of action was clear. He carefully removed the pages with Anna, setting them back in the cube and sealing it over, then picked up his and Daniel's files and returned to the lift. The apartment was empty when he got home, quiet and tidy. A short note from Anna on the refrigerator to say she'd gone to a movie. He smiled, hoping it was with Rachel. There was a letter addressed to him, sitting neatly on the table where he assumed Anna left it when she brought it in. His first name was written on the outside of the envelope in a familiar, tidy copperplate, and it took him a few moments to work up the courage to open it, sitting down safely in a chair by the window to read. "Dear John, Please forgive the circumstances of our last conversation. You came to me with questions, and I have treated you very unkindly. I shouldn't have dismissed your ideas so quickly when you have done nothing but listen to me and accept me unconditionally. I cannot pretend to make excuses for myself, but this is a difficult time for us both right now. I pray you will forgive my weakness. The city around me is meaningless without your company. Please consider the possibility of our continued friendship. I yearn to continue our conversation. If, however, your life has moved on, please believe that knowing you has made me a better person, and that you were my light in overwhelming darkness. Thank you for that, and for everything. Your friend, Daniel P Schreber." John refolded the note carefully, placing it back into the envelope and closing his eyes, letting his head fall back against the chair. There was such an underlying tone of despair in the letter that he couldn't help but hate himself for causing it. But it still failed to address his most important question.... Was Daniel remembering as well? He opened the letter again, reading it twice through. There was no hint of it, no mention of dreams or past love. But at least he seemed willing to talk.... Making a decision, he tucked the letter into his breast pocket and crossed the suite to the telephone, dialling Daniel's office. Three rings... four.... Just as John was about to be concerned, the psychologist picked up. "Dr. Schreber's office." The warm familiarity of the voice sent a wash of emotion through him, and it took a moment for John to respond, long enough that Daniel had tried another greeting. "Hello?" "Daniel? It's... me. John." On the other end of the phone, it was Daniel's turn for a moment of silence. "It's good to -- hear from you, John," His voice softened. "How are you?" "I... got your letter," John replied, wetting his lips. "I'm -- I'm sorry I've been out of contact for so long." "It's all right," Daniel replied softly, but his voice sounded heavy, sad, and John found that he wanted nothing more than to be there in person, to take that sadness away. "I know it's getting a little late, but... do you mind if I stop by? I just... I'm sorry for my actions. I'd like to explain myself a little. To talk to you." His eyes fell to the files where they sat on the counter. Maybe if he took those, he would be more open to listening.... "I would like that -- very much," Daniel replied softly, and John smiled, relieved. "All right. I'll be there very shortly." "See you soon, John." It only took him a few moments to pull on his coat and jog up the steps to the roof, the files in hand. The idea of wasting time walking or hailing a taxicab sat like a rock in his stomach, so he tapped into the machines under the city to fly. He dropped down lightly onto the roof of Daniel's building, locating the top of the lift shaft and Tuning the doors open. Levitating himself gently down the shaft, he stepped out on Daniel's floor, just a few steps from his door. Heart pounding, he turned the handle and let himself in. The office was messy, a state he'd never seen it in, with books and papers everywhere. He moved through it silently, through the hall to the open door to Daniel's apartment, which he'd also never seen before. It was small, cozy. Dominated by more books, and more mess. Daniel was still dressed in a suit, but it was rumpled, the cuffs of his shirt ink stained, and his jacket was tossed haphazardly over the back of a chair. He stood at the window, not making any move to acknowledge him as John entered. John crossed the room quietly to stand behind him, calling his name softly to announce his presence, but Daniel didn't turn, his eyes moving across the city outside. "When it's light," he said softly, "I can almost –- forget all of this. Forget them. You've made a beautiful city, John." John wet his lips, trying to decide how to respond, how to broach the subject. "I went into the vaults again," he said softly, finally. "I found the pocket where they kept... confidential records. You were right. The dead, the strays, the troublemakers. And... us." He held up the two coiled books silently, Daniel's on top. Daniel gave a little shuddering sigh, reaching down to touch his name, the glossy photo on the front. "I was... unfortunately handsome then. Sometimes, I forget..." That hasn't changed, John wanted to say, but he kept quiet. Instead, he kept a firm grip on the books. "Daniel... you should know I've read them both." Daniel looked up at him, blue eyes wounded, fearful, the kind of look that broke John's heart. "I asked you -– not to." "I'm sorry," John replied, though he wasn't. "I will leave them here with you and never touch them again after tonight, if that's what you want. But I need to show you something. And I..." he hesitated. "I need to know the truth from you, the honest truth, before anything else." Daniel's expression couldn't be described as anything but miserable, but he nodded slowly. John looked out at the city silently, trying to gather his thoughts. The sun was nearing the horizon, bathing the buildings in stark golden light and dark shadows. He turned back to Daniel to see the doctor watching him anxiously, fearfully, one hand clenching the windowsill so hard that his knuckles had turned white. "Why are you afraid?" he murmured, covering the hand with his own and carefully prying it from the window, keeping a firm grip to keep him from pulling away. Daniel hesitated, his fingers trembling in John's, torn between pulling away and the safety line he offered. Finally they closed tightly with his, trembling. "You have... power over me," Daniel replied finally, looking down as if to hide from his reaction. "You are the only one -- here, the only who knows -- who I really am...." "I won't hurt you," John said softly, and Daniel gave a little, nervous laugh. "Who is to say? I'm not – I'm not the same Daniel -- that I once was. You must — you must realize that. I've lost... my humanity, working for them." John closed his eyes briefly against the wave of anguish that came at his words, wanting so badly to argue the opposite, but focusing instead on the task at hand. "You do remember me, then. My dreams are real." Daniel swallowed hard, still unable to meet his gaze. "Yes. I believe so." "Every one? Every night? Every night, Daniel, the dreams come. And it's always about..." he hesitated, trying to find the words. "You. You and I." Daniel looked up at him, slowly, softly. "John... I dream them too." "Do you remember..." John hesitated, gathering his strength. "What we were to each other?" Daniel let out a small breath, closing his eyes, and the hand in his trembled. His voice, when he finally spoke, was surprisingly husky with emotion. "Every minute of every day." John let out a long sigh, a surprising wash of relief running through him as he let go of the stress he didn't know he'd been holding onto. "Oh, god... thank you." Daniel's hand tightened almost painfully on his, and he looked up to meet the blue gaze, eyes bright with emotion but surprisingly fierce. "I'm not your Daniel anymore," He almost growled. "I'm afraid because when you realize -– that the dreams aren't how things -- are now... you will leave, and I... " he stopped, breathless, forcing himself to finish, his voice a harsh whisper. "I will have nothing to live for." John set the books down blindly on a table behind him, bringing his free hand up slowly, ghosting his fingers over Daniel's hair before gradually, ever so gently coming to rest on the side of his face, the pad of his thumb gently brushing across Daniel's twisted lips. He could feel Daniel's jaw grit under his touch, and he sighed, moving a little closer to him, wanting to reassure him however he could. "Daniel... if I don't have you in my life... I don't have anything to live for, either." Daniel's eyes are pleading. "I've done... horrible things, John. You don't - you don't understand...." "I know that you did them so I wouldn't have to," he replied softly, simply, and Daniel's resolve broke, crumpling against him and clinging to him. "I need you," John whispered softly, letting his face nuzzle into the blonde hair. "You've done so much for me already, but I need you all the more. I won't leave you. Please don't push me away. Daniel, please...." And then, Daniel moved, just slightly, just enough that John could feel his lips press a trembling kiss against his jaw, holding it there with his hands clenched in the back of John's jacket. It took all of his willpower to stay still, to keep from grabbing his face and stealing the kisses that he craved, but he somehow found patience he didn't know he had, closing his eyes and letting the doctor take this final step at his own pace. Daniel's breath came in warm, soft puffs against his cheek, but ever so slowly he began to move his lips, trembling, inching down in kisses along his jaw as his body shifted closer to him. John kept his eyes closed, letting one hand smooth slowly from Daniel's shoulder up over the back of his neck, curling gently in his hair, encouraging him. Daniel's lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, lingering for what seemed like a maddeningly long time. Then, softly breathing John's name against his lips, he let them come together in the softest brush, lingering close enough that his trembling sigh was like an echo of the kiss. John tilted his head despite himself, ever so slightly, to press their lips together again, his arm tightening around Daniel's waist securely, pressing close to him. The gentle encouragement seemed to be what the doctor needed, and he claimed his lips again, warmer, his body starting to relax against him. John felt a soft moan escape his throat, overwhelmed with the sweetness of his mouth, how good, how real it felt to be living these kisses in the here and now. These were the sensations he'd dreamed of and craved, the memories coming back. The emotion to fill the hole in his heart. Daniel was gasping against his mouth, drinking in his kisses like he would drown without them, and John revelled in it, tugging him closer to him, leaning back against the wall. Daniel took the silent hint, pressing him back into the wall in a way that John found so incredibly delicious, one hand moving up to tangle in his dark curls. He let his lips part, letting the doctor taste him, warm and yearning. It felt as though their bodies were meant to fit together, and John wondered how he could have ever forgotten something so perfect. Daniel's breath had quickened to come in almost painful, harsh gasps against his mouth, breaking suddenly from the kiss to try and pull more air into his damaged lungs. John held him tightly, his forehead pressed to Daniel's. "Shhh...." "I'm –- so sorry – " the doctor tried to say, and John pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, stroking his back. "Shh... don't talk," He murmured, nuzzling his cheek. "I don't want to hurt you." Daniel relaxed against him a little as he slowly caught his breath, looking at him with worried eyes. "This body -- I'm so weak... John... How can I –- take care of you?" John slipped his hand up to cup the damaged side of his face, stroking over the fine white scars gently with the pad of his thumb. "Don't worry about anything. You've always taken care of me. Now we'll take care of each other." Daniel nodded slowly, turning his face to press a soft kiss to his thumb, his eyes not leaving John's. "The night that you left here, the night that I – that I lied to you. I dreamed about –- the nightmare, when they -- took you from me." He reached up to stroke his fingertips up the right side of John's face, fingertips brushing the eyelid that drooped the tiniest bit. "I remember seeing -- what they did to you. I remember the blood. I'm glad that you –- came out better than I." John leaned in to press his face to his hair, kissing the mangled ear, his damaged eyelid, the soft scars on his face. "A last, selfless gift from my lover." he whispered softly. Daniel turned to brush his lips with his. "Not the last, anymore. Not if I – can help it." He kissed him, warm and tender and yearning, and John had to forcibly steel himself against the rush of emotion and need. "Can I stay with you?" He half whispered against his mouth. "I don't think I can stand to leave." Daniel wrapped his arms around him tightly. "I don't think I -– can stand to let you go," he replied, voice low and a little husky. Daniel took him silently to his bedroom, which was lined in more bookshelves and dominated by a huge walnut bed frame, the mattress large and soft looking. The setting sun cast a soft golden light around the room through the window, and John took a brief moment to slow the rotation of the city, extending the light. Daniel pulled him close as they reached the bed, catching his mouth for a long, warm kiss. It was all John could do to keep control of himself, to keep from pulling him onto the bed for a thousand breathless kisses, hard and passionate lovemaking. He reminded himself very sternly of his promise to take care of his battered lover, keeping his kisses warm and measured, stroking his hands up over his chest to tug the buttons of his vest undone. He broke from the kiss to press his face to Daniel's hair, kissing the sensitive soft spot behind his ear that he now remembered, kissing slowly down his neck as he tugged the vest off and tossed it toward a nearby chair. The doctor gave a little shiver of pleasure under his lips, trying to keep his breath calm and measured. "Are you sure about this, John...?" He raised his head just long enough to catch his gaze. "This has been my dream for weeks," He replied, surprising himself a little at the huskiness of his own voice. "Memories of this. My mind remembers. My body remembers." His voice lowered, giving the softest admission. "I crave you." Daniel's lips parted slightly to a soft sigh, his eyes narrowing almost predatorily, a look John had never seen on his face, and found that it made his heart skip a beat. He leaned in to indulge in Daniel's mouth again, hungry, yearning, almost tearing at his lips before remembering himself and pulling away to let his lover breathe, moving to kiss and suckle his neck. It was the same, the same taste, the same scent as his dreams -- his memories, and he tugged at the buttons on Daniel's shirt to reveal more skin, craving the contact, craving the taste of him. He pulled the shirt off of him, sucking and nipping at the crook of his neck more roughly than intended, marking him, but it made Daniel whimper in such a deliciously nice way that he couldn't stop himself. He pulled back just long enough to pull Daniel's undershirt over his head, and then dipped his head to suck at the other side. Daniel was anything but still, deftly unbuttoning John's shirt to remove it, stroking his hands restlessly over his bare upper body as if to memorize every inch of his skin. He tugged John back with him onto the bed, pulling back the heavy quilts to let them sink into the down mattress underneath. John pressed close to him with no complaint, kissing over his chest hungrily, nuzzling the small whirls of soft blonde hair. He flicked his tongue teasingly against his nipples, dropping warm kisses to each before moving to trace the white lines of his scars slowly, gently with his mouth. He let his hands roam over Daniel's hips and thighs, legs tangling with his. He tried to keep enough of his wits about him to listen for Daniel's breathing, and lifted his head when he heard it catch painfully. "Are you all right?" "Don't stop," Daniel breathed, voice husky, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He could remember quite vividly, little bits and pieces of their former lovemaking, what Daniel liked, what made him whimper and gasp. It was more than erotic to do that now, to rediscover his lover's body, and the new sensitivity of his scars. His kisses slowly trailed down to nip and lick teasingly at his soft stomach, slipping a hand up to gently cup his erection through his slacks, to stroke and tease him as Daniel's hips jerked helplessly into his touch, fingers clenching at John's shoulders, his back, his hair. It was so easy to slip Daniel's belt undone, to tug open his slacks enough to free him from his shorts. So easy to nuzzle the evidence of his arousal, letting his breath play against his shaft teasingly before he flicked his tongue against the tip of his cock, sucking at it ever so gently. Daniel groped for and found one of his hands on the bed sheets and claimed it, clenching it, his breath coming in short, hard audible gasps. John looked up the length of his body, his lover breathless and needy, blue eyes watching him with the most incredulous wonder. "Daniel... if you need me to stop, just say so...." "Don't - !" Daniel's voice was throaty and just a little desperate, and John wondered if he knew how wild it made him. He dipped to take the head of his erection between his lips, remembering how much he loved the feel of having him filling his mouth, hard and warm, how much he loved pleasuring him. He moaned around him despite himself, his free hand stroking the base of his cock gently, slowly, lost in the joy of his lover's body and pleasure, the warm, musky taste and sent of his skin. He took his time exploring him, working his lips and tongue against him, listening for each gasp and whimper as he teased and pleasured him. "John – stop!" Daniel gasped his name helplessly, and he pulled back, a little regretfully, hearing the painful rasps of his lover's breath. He moved up to press close to him, nuzzling his hair, stroking his chest gently, wishing he could soothe his ravaged lungs. On impulse, he placed a palm against his chest, sending his attention to the delicate structure beneath it, the skin and muscle, tissue and bone. Becoming acutely aware of exactly how his heart beat, how he drew breath.... "I'm sorry -- John, I -!" "Give me a moment," he murmured, trying not to lose focus, closing his eyes and starting to Tune. It wasn't much different, in the end, than making buildings. He didn't need to be an architect, just to know how to copy things around him, to make things as they should be. It was the same with his lover's body, with the ravaged tissue of his lungs, which he carefully made new again, opening and strengthening the formerly scared and damaged passages, letting his breath flow freely. He lifted his head to see Daniel watching him with undisguised wonder, and while it might have been his imagination, John thought he looked healthier already. He smiled, fingers stroking his chest gently. "How do you feel?" The doctor drew a long breath, deep and free from physical pain, and his voice, when he replied, was more than a little overwhelmed. "John... you...." "Shh...." John kept stroking, over and over, dropping gentle kisses on his hair. "Just relax and catch your breath..." His own breath hitched as Daniel smoothed a hand down his midline to tease his erection, now straining almost painfully at his slacks. A low groan of relief escaped his throat as Daniel tugged his pants undone, stroking him slowly and firmly, teasing the head of his cock with his thumb. John rocked his hips into his touch slightly, Daniel's fingers teasing him - just so – pulling a whimpering cry of pleasure from his throat, making him gasp his name. "Oh hell, Daniel..." His lover caught his mouth with his own, moving his hand long enough to set his wire rimmed glasses on the bed table before resuming his stroking, claiming John's mouth for a hungry kiss. "I'll do anything you want me to, John." He murmured, and John nipped at his bottom lip, tugging at his slacks. "Help me with these," he murmured, and within a few moments they were both nude, warm skin on skin as their bodies fit together, arching and grinding with soft sighs of pleasure, feeling as if it was impossible to get close enough to each other. John moved to suck on his tattered earlobe, nipping ever so lightly, his breath playing against Daniel's skin as he spoke. "Sit up against the headboard for me," He murmured, and Daniel obliged, watching him with a mix of need and tenderness in his eyes. John straddled his lap, claiming his mouth again in slow, maddening kisses. He could Tune anything they might need, and did so now, stroking slick lubrication over Daniel's erection between them, which made Daniel whimper helplessly and nip at his lips as they kissed. Then he knelt up higher, holding onto the headboard with one hand for support, and ever so carefully let his body start to ease on to Daniel's cock. Daniel's form trembled underneath him, shuddering from the sensation, or maybe the effort of holding himself still. But he managed to control his breath, inhalations coming in soft little gasps of pleasure, his arms tight around John's waist. He opened his eyes long enough to catch John's gaze, letting their foreheads rest together, gaze locked and breath mingling as John slowly pressed him deeper. John bit his lip on the intensity of the sensation, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he slowly rocked onto him. The memories were strong, but his body wasn't quite used to this anymore, adjusting slowly with the most intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. He rocked a little harder despite this, locking their bodies together, taking Daniel's erection up to the hilt. "God," he gasped again, and Daniel's arms tightened around him, pulling his thighs up just a little to press against John's back, cradling him with his body. They rocked together like that, ever so slowly, lost in the intensity of the moment, the connection to each other. John had to break eye contact, feeling almost overwhelmed by the sensation and emotion and how much he simply needed him. He pressed his cheek against Daniel's, whimpering his name softly, and Daniel's arms tightened around him, a shudder running though his body. He could feel tears on his skin, but he wasn't sure if they were from himself or Daniel, and realized that it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but being here, now, being whole again. He started to rock a little harder as his body adjusted to penetration, craving more sensation, clinging to him. Daniel's hips rocked with him, just a little, thrusting up into him a little faster, a little harder. And then the head of his cock was hitting a place inside John that felt like pure, concentrated pleasure, bursting through him with every thrust. He cried out helplessly with each white hot shock of sensation, gulping sharp gasps of air, his fingers clenched tight at Daniel's shoulders. Daniel shuddered under him, gasping his name helplessly against his hair, and John could feel his pleasure building fast, hard shocks of sensation that almost eclipsed every other sense, every thought but the need for release. His body was driven to orgasm with one last hard thrust, and his lips formed Daniel's name as he cried out his pleasure. Every nerve in his body shuddered with pleasure as he clenched around Daniel's cock, pulling him along with him, spilling his seed in him as John climaxed on their stomachs, hot and thick. For a long moment, neither moved, clinging to each other as their heartbeats slowed, as Daniel caught his breath, wordlessly taking in the moment. Then John pulled back, ever so slowly, letting his lips trace a reverent path over Daniel's features. "I love you." Daniel nodded slowly. "More than anything in the word. I missed you... so much," he murmured softly, but the awe in his voice and in his eyes told volumes more. "I'll never leave you again," John replied, sealing his words with a tender kiss. ~~~~~ John woke the next morning to the slow caress of Daniel's fingers over his back, his breath slow and even against John's hair, face nuzzling into it. He let himself stretch languidly against Daniel's body, finding the feeling of being nude with him sinfully delicious. Shifting a little, he raised his head to look at him, arching to catch his mouth, kisses sweet and warm. "Thank you," Daniel whispered softly as their lips parted, eyes bright with emotion, with wonder. John tilted his head with a little smile. "For?" Daniel let his eyes fall closed for a moment, drawing a deep breath, then letting it out with a small sigh of pleasure. "For being here with me. For making me well." "I'm sorry. I should have tried it long ago," John replied seriously, but Daniel shook his head. "You've done more for me than I can ever repay you for," the doctor said softly, but John silenced him with a kiss, pulling back to meet his gaze. "Daniel... you saved my life when you didn't even know me. When I'd been cruel to you. No more talk about who is repaying who. Let's just make up for the time we've lost." He leaned forward on impulse, pressing his lips to the corner of Daniel's right eye and closing his eyes to focus. It was easier this time, to urge away the scar tissue, shift his skin to how it should be, soft and smooth and whole. Daniel was quivering under him, and burst out laughing as John pulled back. "... that tickles!" He blinked several times, tensing then stretching the muscles in his face. "God, that feels wonderful." John laughed with him, cuddling closer. "I'll fix everything, if you want. Undo everything they did to you." Daniel ran his fingers up and down his back slowly, giving him a fond smile. "This is fine. It's part of who I am, what we survived." He paused for a moment, reflecting, then gave a guilty little smile. "Well... perhaps my leg...." John reached up to kiss him, revelling in his closeness, the familiarity of it. "Anything I have, anything you want is yours," he murmured softly, loving the security of Daniel's arms around him. "I just want you," his friend replied, tightening his arms around him gently. John smiled, taking a moment to indulge in just looking at him. Yes... this was his Daniel. A little older, a little scarred... but this was the man he remembered, the man he'd loved so much that those memories had come back in dreams despite all the meddling of the Strangers. "When did you first remember me?" Daniel gave his little guilty smile again. "When did I remember, or when did I realize that it was real?" "Both." "Hmm..." Daniel let his head lean back against the headboard, idly reaching for his glasses and putting them on. "I started dreaming about you almost immediately after you took over the city," he admitted. "I mentioned to you before that the strangers would inject me every two weeks, they said I'd become troublesome otherwise. Perhaps the lack of new memories made the memory wipe less effective.... In any case, that's why it took me so long to work up the nerve to come and see you. It was a rather... strange thing to adjust to." John watched him with a fond little smile. "I'm glad you came," he said, softly. "I couldn't stay away," Daniel admitted, idly smoothing a hand over John's arm, fingers stroking his skin. "That day we went down to the vaults... when you talked about the squid ink pasta, and being called Jason, I realized that there was a very good chance that they were memories after all. I just... wasn't sure you'd want me." John shifted up closer to him, nuzzling his hair. "I'll show you every day how much I do." Daniel gave a soft, appreciative noise, dropping a soft kiss on his earlobe. "You know... I finally dreamed of Anna last night." John pulled back and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Anna? Really?" He nodded. "She was very young. We'd gone... to a restaurant together? Her and you and I. For some reason you left the table... and she told me that if I broke your heart, she'd make me regret it for the rest of my life." He chuckled. "She didn't." "I remember telling her that it was likely to be the other way around," he said, and chuckled. "That despite my best efforts... my heart belonged entirely to you." He brushed the pad of his thumb over John's lips. "It's still true." John kissed the pad of his thumb gently. "You know..." he said softly, "It seems like such an odd twist of fate.... Out of everyone in this city, that the person who developed the ability to defeat them... was the lover they'd used to enslave you." "Some kind of cosmic karma?" Daniel suggested, and John smiled. "Perhaps. The day we defeated them, when I went back to Shell Beach... Mister... Hand, was it? He was there. Said he wanted to find out how I felt, even if it meant dying. And I told him... that what they were looking for, the secret to humanity wasn't in the mind at all...." He looked down at Daniel seriously, tracing his fingertips over his features, trying to memorize the moment, the look and feel of him. "I believed it then... but now I know for certain. It's love that makes us who we are." ~~~~~

Blood sped through Dean's veins, his heart pounded against his rib cage, sweat dripped down his spine and pooled in the small of his back. A powerful feeling of peace and well-being swept through his torso and spread out through his limbs, chasing away the tension that had been building in every muscle. He dropped his forehead to rest on the dirty tile of the bathroom wall and drew in a deep, ragged breath. The girl beside him -- beneath him -- wrapped around him -- arched her back and stretched like a cat with a low, satisfied moan. One of Dean's hands was still on her breast, and the movement pushed them together all over again. "Oh, hell yeah," she said. "I needed that." "Happy to help," Dean said, grinning into her dark hair, still floating on the endorphin high. She smelled like sex and beer and secondhand smoke, and it was a beautiful thing. "Anytime." With reluctance, he moved his hand to the wall behind her and pushed himself away, grasping the end of the condom with his fingers as he pulled out and then slid it off his softening cock. He turned and tossed it in the john, wiped his fingers on a piece of toilet paper, and flushed. When he turned back, she'd pulled her tank top into place and was snapping up her pants. Everything about this girl was hot, but it was the pants that had really sealed the deal for Dean -- smooth black leather just molded to the curve of her ass like she'd been born in them, moving with the sway and swagger of her hips as she walked. "I got a hotel room not far from here," he said. Even though it was obvious she was on her way out, Dean couldn't resist trying for round two. "Maybe next time," she said, finishing her pants and fluffing out her dark hair. "I got a few things to take care of tonight." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tube of red lipstick, then swiped it on her mouth without seeming to consider or worry about where it went. Dean watched, enjoying the sight, forgetting that his own pants were still undone, his shirt tossed over the stall door. She slipped the lipstick back into her pocket and smiled up at Dean, every moment of their sweaty coupling contained in the tilt of her lips. "Thanks, Handsome," she said, and slapped his ass hard enough that he staggered forward a step. She moved around him toward the door leading back to the bar. "I'll see you around." Dean put his clothes on again and wiped the lipstick off his chin and neck, but by the time he got back into the bar she was gone. He'd never even gotten her name, he realized. He drank another beer, the cold liquid soothing to his overheated nerves. She didn't come back, so he just leaned against the wall, drinking and watching the crowd through the thick, smoky air. It was the kind of little road stop place that probably had a lot of fights on payday, and there was an ebb and flow to it, low conversation and music on the jukebox, denim and flannel. Dean sat outside, apart from the locals and the truckers and the barflies, just drinking and watching and letting his mind play on the girl in the leather pants. She'd stood out in the crowd of this place; he'd seen her the moment he walked in. And yeah, she was hot, but it wasn't just that. She was kind of short, with a curvy body and dark brown hair that flipped this way and that as she moved. She shouldn't have been anyone unusual, but there was something about her that stood out like a beacon, and it was obvious she wasn't a local -- she fit in with them like a wolf among sheep. It was in the way she moved through that grimy bar like a predator on the prowl, standing tall and confident, eyes alert, separate and apart from everyone else in the place. Dean was in Truckee for business, not pleasure, but after he had this case wrapped up, he planned to come back here and celebrate with Miss Leather Pants. The more he thought about round two -- and three, and four -- the more brilliant it sounded. But the hunt had to come first. Something in this little town had eaten three children and left the crumbs scattered all over a school playground. Three families torn apart, six grieving parents without answers. And somewhere out there a thing with teeth and an unnatural hunger that would strike again. For two weeks, Dean had hunted that thing in every way he knew. He'd learned the route from the dead kids' homes to school backward and forward. He'd interviewed their families, neighbors, teachers, the school principal, and everyone else he could think of. He'd spent hours and hours hunched over a little table in the library and the hall of records. His guns were clean three times over and the Impala was shining with fresh wax. And he hadn't managed to find anything. Two weeks. Two wasted, frustrating weeks, and he was sitting alone in a diner eating a hamburger and soggy fries. There hadn't been any more deaths, which was good. But something had eaten those kids, and he hadn't killed it yet, which meant that it was still out there. Dean couldn't shake the feeling that it would be back. Out of frustration, he'd gone back to that truck stop bar, hoping for a cold drink and maybe another shot at the brown-haired girl. But no one had seen hide or hair of her since she'd told Dean she had a few things to take care of, apparently. She was gone, left town. And the killings had stopped, too. At the same time. A pretty strange coincidence there, and Dean didn't believe in coincidences. A flicker of an idea crossed his mind, but he shrugged it off. He refused to believe he'd had the killer in his hands, fucked her in a damn bathroom stall, and let her go. Time to get the hell out of Truckee and find a job he could do something about. In the back corner of the diner parking lot, Dean flipped open his phone and leaned back against the Impala as he hit 'send.' Pine trees crowded in at the edges of the pavement, pushing up roots under the asphalt and casting their shadows over the roof, even though it was barely three o'clock. In the distance, the Sierra Nevadas rose high above the trees, their peaks and valleys distinct in the thin mountain air. He wondered sometimes, would his father notice if he didn't call in with reports? What would he do? It was a question that would probably never be answered, because Dean kept right on calling. Sometimes John answered the phone, sometimes not. Dean would just leave a message and move on with the next hunt until he heard back -- it was getting longer and longer between calls now. This time, John answered his phone on the first ring. "Dean." "Dad," Dean answered, fighting the urge to stand up straight and look sharp. His dad couldn't see him; he was a thousand miles away in Oklahoma. "Nothing here," he said simply, bracing himself for disapproval or anger. "What do you mean, nothing there?" Everything about this had been easier when they were in the same place. They could cover more ground this way, but what was the point of covering the ground if he couldn't get the job done? "Whatever ate those kids, it's not here anymore." Dean tried to explain, even though he wasn't sure he understood it himself. "There were a few tracks, a few leads, but they were just dead ends. No one saw anything since right after the last killing, and even then, nothing useful." He could hear his own voice rising and stopped himself, gritting his teeth to keep the words from coming, then swallowed and waited for his father's response. This thing wasn't going to take care of itself, and there was no one here to get rid of it besides Dean. He felt like he'd failed, he'd missed something and let this monster slip through his grasp. "You're sure about this one, Dean? You covered all your bases?" "Asked everyone," Dean said. "Checked everywhere." His voice was even and calm but his left fist was clenched against the solid steel of the Impala. "Parents, teachers, neighbors, scoutmasters. School, home, church, playground. There was something here, but I'm telling you it's gone. No one saw anything unusual." "It happens," John said. "Sometimes they just get away. We'll keep an eye out for this thing, and as soon as it shows up again we'll get it." That was less than comforting, since it could be years until it made itself known by eating a few more kids. Dean let out a breath, looking over the Impala into the encroaching forest. A hunter had to follow instinct and all of his were telling him this creature was gone -- or dead. But he didn't know why, and something about that rubbed him the wrong way. If he hadn't taken it out, and there was no one else to do the job, then where did it go? The truth was, he had seen some strange things in Truckee -- a footprint here, a hesitation there. And a girl in leather pants, acting like she owned this little granola-and-flannel town, gone when the killings stopped. Dean didn't mention any of that to his father, though. All he said was "Yes, sir. Any leads nearby, then?" He read the newspapers himself, of course, read between the lines of everything from the National Enquirer to the San Francisco Chronicle, but this was what John Winchester did best, and Dean was the only one left to follow his orders right now. If Sammy wanted to run off to college and leave them behind, that was his business, but Dean would stay and do what needed to be done. "There's a haunted house in Tahoe could use some looking into," said John. "And then a couple disappearances in Placerville that could be our kind of deal." "Yes, sir," Dean replied. "I'll let you know what I find." He flipped his phone shut and slid into the driver's seat. With any luck, he could leave Truckee and this creeping feeling behind within an hour. The haunted house turned out to be nothing but a local legend -- there had been a gory murder-suicide there a hundred years ago, but the house was clean of EMF and no one would admit to actually seeing anything strange recently. Dean was on the road again within a day, heading for Placerville. He drove down long, flat stretches of highway, past endless acres of fields. Over the low green crops a fine mist rose up and formed a layer of man-made fog, formed by the water shooting out of sprinklers into rounded arches. As the fields flew by, he saw very few homes except for the occasional shack, abandoned to the elements and near collapse. There were lots of farm workers, though, their backs bent low over the rows of growing things, brown skin and faded cotton shirts all that was visible from the road. Their run-down cars were parked along the edge of the highway at intervals, pulled halfway into the irrigation ditches, noses tilted down like animals drinking water from a trough. Once Dean saw a '73 Impala parked on the roadside, patches of old blue paint and dull gray primer vying for dominance. Part of him wanted to stop and take a look, but he kept on driving. The radio dial as he approached Placerville was full of mariachi music and the farm report, so Dean dipped into his stash of tapes and slipped one in the deck without looking. The low, rough opening notes of "Wherever I May Roam" sounded out of the speakers and Dean let his shoulders relax a little. The engine rumbled along as Hetfield's voice filled the car, singing about duty and freedom and the road. "What do you think, Baby?" Dean asked the Impala as he drove, still thinking back to Truckee. "What happened there? Did I miss something?" He thought of that girl in the leather pants, the way she moved against him like a snake, all coiled muscle and energy. The look in her eyes when she said she had things to take care of: could she be the one who had killed those kids? What kind of spirit or monster was he dealing with here? But the car had no answer for him, no theories or legends to offer. Dean was on his own. Placerville was farms and bars and schools and fields all around, low buildings faded in the sun and trees bent into the wind. Dean swung into town late, just as the dusty sunset was turning from purple into night, and checked into a motel. The place was just a long, low building, a bunch of rooms stuck in a row. It was his favorite kind of place, where he could park right outside and nobody asked a lot of questions. It was too late to get anything done, so he took a quick shower and headed out again. He found a bar without too much trouble, a dimly-lit honky-tonk in the center of town. The tables were coated with grime and the music spilling out of the jukebox was tinny and twangy, but they had cold beer and neon light and that was enough for Dean. Bottle in hand, he turned around, watching the place fill up as he drank. People entered in pairs, in groups of three and four, laughing and smiling with each other. Coworkers, couples, family, friends. Every once in a while, a person would enter alone, either joining up with the groups or heading straight for the bar, grim-faced and determined. Dean just stood back, sipped his beer and tried not to compare himself to them. Over the sound of conversation and steel guitar, Dean could hear the distinctive click-clack of pool balls from the corner. It was a soothing, familiar sound, and he grinned to himself, thinking of the feel of a cue in his hand and piles of soft bills to be made. He walked through the crowded room, winding deliberately past the talking, laughing people, around tables and behind chairs. In the corner there were three tables covered in worn green felt, lit by low-hanging lamps that advertised brands of beer so old Dean had never tasted them. The middle table was empty, one forlorn cue lying across the felt. Gathered around the two end tables were a few scattered groups of people. Locals, by the look of them: mostly rich kids with freshly-polished boots and big oval belt buckles. In the middle of the group, leaning one hip against the table, he saw someone familiar: the brunette he'd been with in Truckee, the girl he'd been thinking of as Miss Leather Pants. When he spotted her, Dean sucked in a breath in surprise and took stepped back until his shoulders pressed against the wall. She was in jeans this time, but it didn't help her blend into the crowd. She stood out just as clearly now, darkly powerful as she moved and alert when still, in stark contrast to the clueless kids around her, just laughing and singing along to the jukebox, unaware of the predator in their midst. She was every bit as hot as she'd been before -- maybe hotter, because now Dean knew what a mind-blowing experience it'd be to fuck her -- and just like before, he was captivated, enchanted. This time, though, he reminded himself of those kids back in Truckee who'd been torn to shreds, and he kept his distance. When the waitress came around, in tight jeans and a t-shirt that said "Got Beer?" the kids ordered more drinks, but the brunette shook her head no. Dean could've used another beer to take the edge off, but it was a luxury he couldn't afford. With no one to depend on but himself, he needed that hunter's edge. But when the waitress's rounds brought her to Dean, he smiled a slow, lazy smile at her anyway. Her cheeks turned a little pink, and Dean grinned inwardly. Her skin was like the leather of an old baseball glove, and she was probably old enough to be his mother, but working in a place like this she probably knew a lot about the town. It paid off, because she slowed her steps and leaned against the wall next to him. "You new in town?" she asked. "Looking for work," he said, which was no lie. And unless he missed his guess, he'd found it. "Knew I hadn't seen you before," she said, with a look that plainly finished the thought, because I sure would've remembered you. "Heard you had some strange things goin' on around here, though." "Yeah," she said, with a little shudder that was at least half overplayed. "Kids disappearing in broad daylight and all. Hard to believe it. This ain't the city, you know." Dean wondered if 'the city' meant Davis or Sacramento or San Francisco, but he didn't ask. "You know where it happened?" Dean asked. While they were talking, he kept one eye watching the brown-haired girl in the corner. "Grabbed 'em right in the middle of town," she said with a sigh, shaking her head. "Like they was never there." "World's gone crazy," Dean agreed noncommittally. His beer was warm in his hand, but he took a sip anyway, glancing at her over the rim of the bottle. "You hear about anything strange in town?" he asked, pushing his luck. She looked at him a little strangely and shifted her tray so that it was between them, but she answered his question. "Place out on Tank Farm," she said. "The old man's owned that place forever, but now there's strange noises out there, people comin' and goin' all the time, so my sister-in-law says. I'd stay away from that place if I were new in town." "Thanks," Dean said. "I'll make sure to do that." "Can I get you another one of those?" she asked, looking out at the bar full of drinking customers, then regretfully back at him. "No thanks, I'm good," Dean said. She didn't have anything else to tell him. He turned away from the waitress' retreating form and back towards the pool table. Just a few feet away, Miss Leather Pants was standing, a pool cue balanced lightly in one hand. She glanced up and met his stare with one of her own, measuring and qualifying him. Her deep brown eyes were nearly black in the dim light. He'd seen that face in the midst of passion and filled with sexy satisfaction, but all that was gone now, replaced with a cold hardness that was all too familiar. The look lasted only a moment, and then it was gone as some drunk kid walked between them. She made no move toward Dean, did not try to say anything. He looked away first, sickened by the twin mental images of hot, sweaty bodies and torn, mangled flesh. He wondered, had she heard anything? What did she know? And more importantly, who the hell was she? He'd seen her in Truckee, where kids disappeared and turned up in pieces, and now in Placerville, where kids disappeared and never turned up. There were only two things that connected both places, and those kids weren't running away on their own. It had to be her. The odds of anything else ran too narrow to believe. A chill ran down Dean's spine, and he began to seriously consider, for the first time, what kind of mojo could turn a girl like this into a cold-blooded monster. The next day, he woke late to an empty room. It looked like every other cheap motel room in the country, dirty beige walls and watercolor flowers, the only thing different about it the flat, sunbleached town outside the window. He turned on the TV and flipped channels until he found some local news show, wanting to fill up the silence of the room. The anchors made small talk and joked about the weather, and their voices echoed off the blank walls. Dean showered quickly, threw on some jeans and an old t-shirt, and left. The Impala was waiting for him in the parking lot, and he could feel something relax inside him at the sight. "Hey Girl," he said as he slid behind the wheel, touching the dashboard with the fingertips of one hand. "Let's check this chick out, huh?" The car didn't answer, but the engine rumbled to life under him and that was good enough. The night before, Dean had waited for Miss Leather Pants in the parking lot for two hours, but she'd never appeared. She must've left another way -- by a back emergency exit, maybe. She probably walked home from the bar if she didn't pass through the parking lot, so she would be staying nearby somewhere. Dean knew that wasn't necessarily great logic, but it was worth a shot, at least. If this girl was the killer -- still a big if as far as Dean was concerned -- then he'd had her literally in his hands and let her go. He had to stop her this time. The honky-tonk was located in the middle of a tiny downtown strip, which was populated with a couple other bars and restaurants, a liquor store, a nail salon and a few empty businesses. Only a few motels were located close by. Across the street from the bar and a couple doors down sat a little diner, which would make a good vantage point. Besides, he was hungry. Dean slid into a booth next to the front window and looked out through the dusty window. Past the Impala, parked at the curb, he could see the entire street. Everything looked pretty much the same in the midday light as it had the night before, except the bar was closed. Still, if that girl showed her face anywhere on the street, Dean would see her. The menu said "breakfast served 24 hours," and Dean smiled, knowing he'd hit on just the right kind of place. He ordered a Coke and a double cheeseburger from the waitress, and sat back to observe. He heard her before he saw her, and by then he'd been sitting there for a while. The burger was gone along with three soda refills. A copy of the local paper sat discarded on the table. A lunch crowd had come and gone, the place never filling up enough so that Dean felt guilty for taking up a table. He just sat looking out the window and trying not to look too suspicious, which he figured was a failing proposition. It didn't matter, though; he couldn't have missed her, riding down the street on a motorcycle so loud its engine shook the diner's plate-glass window as she passed. She was all black leather and shining chrome, denim and cleavage, like something out of an auto-parts calendar. Not subtle, but then Dean had never been the type to blend in either and there was a lot to appreciate about a chick that hot, straddling a machine that fine. Dean spent a moment appreciating her and saving the thought for later, and then scribbled down her license plate number on a corner of the newspaper. She was definitely hot, but this was no longer a pleasurable break from the action -- she was part of the job now, and Dean had to take care of business. Leaving a hefty tip for the waitress, he walked out of the diner and over to his car. His original plan had been to go back to the motel, call Bobby, and have him look up the bike's registration to get this chick's name and info, then run a background check on her. But as he was unlocking the Impala, he saw that she had parked her bike and was walking into the diner. Dean swore under his breath. No way he could go back in there now without being noticed, but if he'd just waited to leave for a few more minutes... Well, there was no use worrying about it now. He got into the car and drove slowly around the block, then returned to the diner. The motorcycle was still parked outside, so Dean stopped the car a few stores down and settled in to wait, again. This time, he didn't have to wait too long. Leather Pants Girl came out of the diner after a few minutes. She was wearing jeans again. Dean was really gonna have to figure out a better name for her. She climbed on her bike and pulled away from the curb, and he followed behind at a distance. The Impala wasn't the most discreet car in the world, and it wasn't that great for tailing people because of it, but Dean had no problems this time. Girl rode up to another shady-looking motel, very like the one where Dean was staying, and parked right in front of one of the ground-floor rooms that faced out to the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. On the other side of the motel's grimy swimming pool, Dean stopped the car and sat and waited again. There was a simple chain-link fence between him and the motel, but it didn't provide much cover; he could watch the chick's room easily enough, but if she happened to look out she'd see him clear as day. He was getting tired of waiting all the time, for this chick to go and do something really evil so he could take her out, for more kids to disappear, for his dad to call with instructions. He rested one arm on the top of the empty passenger seat and drummed out the rhythm to "Nothing Else Matters" on the vinyl. Sometimes it felt like he spent all of his time in this car. Well, if it came to that there were worse places to be, and worse things to be doing than waiting all the time. Dean could handle it. That didn't keep him from getting bored sometimes. In about fifteen minutes, the girl reappeared in a pair of sweatpants and an old Ramones shirt, her dark brown hair in a ponytail. She locked the door of the motel room and tucked the key in her sock, then set off at a jog down the street. A plastic 'do not disturb' sign hung from the knob, and Dean smiled to himself. In his extensive experience of motel-based evil, a person who was up to something generally didn't want the maid coming in to clean up. Dean waited about a minute after she was gone, then grabbed his picks and went over to the room she'd left. He stepped inside, knowing he had only a few minutes to look the place over. At first glance, the room looked neat and clean -- a duffel bag on the floor had some jeans and a familiar-looking bra in it, and there were a couple pairs of shoes lined up next to the bed, but that was it. The bathroom held a box of tampons and some makeup, little bottles of shampoo and a hairbrush. Actually, there was a lot less stuff there than most girls would have, nothing compared to Cassie's endless lineup of goop and powder and ointment, which had been a total mystery to Dean. There was nothing else unusual in the room. No black altars, no sacrificed chickens or photos of victims. The nightstand and dresser drawers held only a standard-issue Bible, a Tom Clancy book and a couple of old newspapers. Nothing special. Dean was starting to get frustrated when he walked over to the room's small closet and slid the door open. Inside, there were some fragile-looking hangers, a stained ironing board and --jackpot-- an enormous sword and a couple of hunting knives in scabbards. The sword's blade was bare and polished to a high shine, and Dean could see a tiny reflection of his own face in it. Balled up on the floor was a small pile of clothes marked with the unmistakable color of dried blood. Yeah, there was definitely something going on with this chick. Something bad. He picked up the sword by the hilt -- wrapped in leather for a good grip -- and examined the blade. The cross-guard that extended from the base of the handle was notched and scarred with use, but the blade itself was sharp and well-cared for. He leaned the sword back in place and slid the closet door shut again, leaving it open a couple of inches the way it had been when he came in. Quickly, he returned to the nightstand and flipped through the newspapers there. At first when he'd seen the papers, he'd assumed they were just nighttime reading material, but the bloody clothes and huge sword suggested that this girl was mixed up in something bad, and Dean had to check every angle to find out if it was just regular old badness or connected in some way to the missing kids he was investigating. Working fast so he could be gone before she came back, Dean flipped through the pages of the newspapers. They were local papers, all copies of the Placerville Mountain Democrat, one from a week before and one that was nearly a month old. And sure enough, inside each section there was a story on a missing kid, circled in red. It was a pretty good indication that this girl was involved in the disappearances, and Dean felt weirdly disappointed, despite the fact that he'd already suspected that exact scenario. Making a note of the dates on the papers, he folded them up and put them back where they'd been, then left the room. He slid behind the wheel of the Impala feeling grim. For the first time in weeks, he finally had a solid lead in these disappearances, and he knew for sure that this girl was involved in some way. There was no denying, no questioning it. There'd been a flicker of doubt in his thoughts ever since the killings stopped in Truckee and she disappeared, but now it was gone and his mind was clear and certain. The bloodied clothes and the sharp, naked blade of the sword weighed on his mind, though. Before, he'd had some hope for the missing kids. Now it seemed like their chances were slim. They'd probably end up in tiny pieces all over a school playground or parking lot. He rummaged around in his box of tapes and slid Judas Priest in the player, flooding his mind with drums and guitar to keep from thinking up new scenarios. He'd find out what happened when he caught this girl, but until then there was no need to imagine it. He drove to the town's library in the yellow light of late afternoon, and went in to look up the newspaper articles he'd seen in her room. It only took him a few minutes with the wrinkled pages of the old papers to realize that those articles didn't have much new information in them -- just the basics on who and when and where, though they were probably missing a lot of the what and most of the why. He payed his ten cents a page and left with copies and a couple of maps, feeling edgy and aimless. Standing next to the car, he called Bobby, but there was no answer and all Dean could do was to listen to a recorded voice and leave a message with the girl's license plate number. Hopefully, Bobby would pass through home sometime soon and be able to help, but there were no guarantees. In hunting, there never were. Flipping his phone shut, Dean tried to think of someone else to call, something to do. If Dad was here, he'd tell Dean to wash his car or clean his guns or something safe and sensible. Not that John Winchester ever did anything safe. But if he was here, Dean would have backup and he wouldn't need to play it safe. He was standing under a tree next to a municipal building in Placerville, California, with an itch in his spine and no way to scratch it. He'd slept until noon, the day was nearly over, and all he'd done all day was a little breaking and entering. Sure, he had a solid lead for the first time in nearly a month, but he hadn't actually gotten a chance to do anything, to hit someone or shoot something or light a fire under anything. It was just enough to leave him feeling antsy and unsatisfied, like he had to go out and do something right away or lose his mind. There was one thing he could check out. On the maps in his hand, there was a thick black line identified as "Tank Farm Road." Hell if he knew what that meant, but it was the only other lead he had. He had no plan, no backup, and no clear idea of what he was hunting besides a little girl with a big sword. But fuck it. He was a hunter; he'd hunt. The sun was sinking down over the horizon, and soon it would be dark enough to check out the site of the disappearances without attracting too much attention. Dean pointed the Impala toward the outskirts of town, past the shops and houses and schools, into the farms and light industrial areas, and into the rolling empty country beyond. It wasn't just the town that looked like it'd been baked in the sun; the outlying areas were covered with low hills, the grass an even golden-brown. The once-white barns and farmhouses along the road had probably been built before he was born, and here and there were even older buildings that looked like they were one strong breeze away from returning to the earth. He turned left onto Tank Farm, and right away saw the reason for the name. Instead of bored-looking cows or neat rows of crops, the land out here was dotted with large metallic cylinders, some of them about the same size as those old houses he'd passed. The low, dusky light gleamed dully off their surfaces, and around them the faded grasses waved slightly in the breeze. The tanks just sat there as though they'd grown out of the ground like some kind of futuristic mushrooms. They reminded him of the grain silos that dotted the Midwest, only these were shorter and wider, with a sleeker metal finish. Dean slowed the car and rested one arm outside the window, watching as they passed by. About three-quarters of a mile down the road, there was a break in the fence for a narrow metal gate. Even from the car, Dean could see that it was secured only by a chain and padlock. He grabbed his picks from the glove compartment, and left the motor running as he got out. Within a minute, he was pulling the car through and locking the gate behind him to cover his tracks. The only buildings on the lot were more of the round metal tanks, with no odd corners to provide cover. He pulled around back of the closest one and parked behind it, trying to shield his car from view of the road at least. Dean slipped his picks back in the glove compartment and tucked his Glock in the waistband of his jeans before he climbed out of the car. The weight of the gun was solid and comfortable against his back, the metal cool on his skin at first although he knew it would warm quickly. He stood in place and turned, looking at the rolling hills all around, dotted with oak trees in the distance, the road stretching off toward the horizon like a river, and the big silver cylinders all around him, identical except for their size. Everything he could see was still except for him and the blades of yellow grass that danced in the evening wind. Nothing for it but to start where he was, then. He palmed his homemade EMF detector and set off, walking a circle around the closest tank, looking for anything unusual and finding nothing. The needle on the detector wobbled only a little as Dean crisscrossed the lot, rising sluggishly near power lines and then dropping again as he got some distance. It was all just as normal as apple pie, but Dean's skin crawled with a feeling he couldn't ignore. There was something going on at this place, but he just couldn't identify it yet. There were at least two dozen of the things on the lot, scattered near and far, up to a half-mile away in either direction. The last of the sunlight was nearly lost and the air was cooling quickly, the sky darkening fast now that the sun was gone. Dean moved methodically from one tank to the next, checking each one carefully and keeping an eye on the road. After the sixth one with nothing out of the ordinary, he stopped, rearranging his shirt to make sure it covered the gun. He'd walked nearly a half-mile from the Impala, and his chances of being able to make a quick getaway were dwindling the farther he walked. When he'd first started hunting with his father, he'd hated this part. Research and recon was too boring, too time-consuming for him. He wanted to go out there and shoot something, burn something or hit it where it hurt. But he learned pretty fast that when you were shooting at something, it was usually because that thing was bearing down fast and about to put its icy fingers around your neck. And with each hunt, he'd learned to appreciate the slow and steady approach more and more, the skulking around, the watching and talking and grave-digging part of what they did. He still hated spending all day in a library, but he usually had no choice. When Sam had been around that was his job, but he was gone now and it fell to Dean, with a lot of other things. The last tank on the lot was a little smaller than the others, about the size of a double-wide trailer, and set farther away. Dean was sick and tired of looking at the things, but he went over there anyway. As he walked, he noticed something, just barely visible in the low light: the tall yellow grass that grew all over the lot was worn down near this tank. It was just a narrow path, a few trampled and bent stalks that were visible from only certain angles, but it was enough to tell Dean that someone had been here recently; here, to this tank, but not the others. In his hand, the needle of the EMF detector began to rise, and Dean felt his pulse quicken with it. There was definitely something here, something more than just old wires without insulation. He followed the path before him, walking right up to the edge of the tank. The path didn't turn back or detour around the rounded surface, but seemed to pass right through the metal edge, so Dean looked for a door. Sure enough, at the place where one shiny silver panel met the next one, there was a tiny gap, just a half-inch or so, and some smudges on the metal that looked like fingerprints. Dean wedged his fingertips into the gap and with difficulty, pried the heavy panel open about two feet. Inside, the space was pitch-black. The fading twilit sky did little to illuminate the area, and if anyone was inside, they would be able to see him perfectly, framed against the sunset like John Wayne. Which was cool, but getting through this hunt without getting shot or stabbed with a sword would be better. He drew his gun and stepped inside, looking around to try to get his bearings. From the corner of his eye he sensed movement, and brought one arm up to block instinctively. In the dim light he could see a short, stocky man, his face darkened with a couple days of stubble. Dean's fist connected with a solid, fleshy arm swinging for his head, and the impact spread a shock of pain up into his shoulder. Dean struck back at his assailant, his mind calculating the probable location of head, chest, and vulnerable underbelly based on known factors like location of fists and sound of breathing. The other man countered, and they struggled blindly for a few minutes. In the dark space, Dean could see little of the man he was fighting, but he'd been in this position before and managed to hold his own, landing kicks and punches as he could. The other man was smaller and stockier than Dean, and he fought silently and with concentration, but Dean soon began to get the best of him. One hand was still occupied with his gun, and he managed to use that to his advantage, swinging out and hitting the man across the cheekbone with the side of the barrel. The impact was loud in the silent space, and the other man staggered backward for a moment. In that moment, he heard running feet and a rumble of what might have been thunder. Great, reinforcements. His eyes were growing used to the low light inside the tank now, and he saw the man he'd been fighting push himself to his feet and rush forward to attack again. Dean quickly shoved his gun into his back pocket, and when the man lunged Dean stepped out of his path like a matador with an angry bull. As the man rushed past him, Dean grabbed both his shoulders and shoved him, so that he tripped and went sprawling face-down in the dirt of the tank's hard-packed floor. He'd heard running footsteps, though, and so he knew this wasn't over. It was a break in the action, that's all. Dean stepped farther back into shadow, and looked around the inside of the metal tank to see if there was anything he could use to his advantage. He'd expected the place to be like the grain silos that it resembled; Dean hadn't been much of a farm kid, but he'd seen silos before and this wasn't like anything he'd seen growing up in Kansas. The floor was bare and flat, and under his boots it felt like hard-packed dirt. On one side of the round room was a low platform, somewhat like a stage, and in the center of it was a chair where a small figure sat slumped over. Dean didn't have time to give much thought to the layout of the place, though, other than to glance around and try to remember as much as he could. The running footsteps he'd heard earlier had almost reached his position. He pressed his back to the wall beside the partly-open door and let them come. Three men approached the tank at a run, all dressed in laborer's clothes of jeans and flannel shirts with ancient, worn-in cowboy boots. Like the man who had attacked Dean inside the tank, they were all somewhat shorter than Dean but muscular and powerfully built. As the three drew nearer, the man on the ground struggled to his feet and stood, blood running down the left side of his face from welts that still bore the marks of Dean's pistol-whipping. He bared his teeth in a grimace and began moving forward with the others. They were almost on him when Dean heard the rumbling sound he'd mistaken for thunder earlier. Through the open door of the tank he could see a low, dark shape curving around through the gate and past the tanks in the distance, followed by a cloud of dust that rose from the dirt in its wake. The rumble grew louder as the men drew closer to Dean, and he knew he could not waste time staring at something other than the four guys about to jump him, but he could not pull his eyes away. As the dust cloud grew closer, he could make out the shape at its front more clearly -- chrome and steel, rubber and leather. A motorcycle, and in the driver's seat was the brown-haired girl. Oh yeah, he was in trouble now.

When Dean woke the next morning, he was alone. He blinked up at the ceiling several times and vaguely remembered hearing, in a post-coital haze, a door slamming and a motorcycle revving up. He punched the pillow twice to make it more comfortable, then rolled over to his right side. In front of his eyes was the motel's cheap nightstand with his second-best hunting knife sticking straight out of it, driven an inch deep into the surface of the wood. Dean's first reaction was to drop his arm down to the place where the mattress met the box spring, where the knife should have been safely stowed. Not there. Of course not, because it was right in front of his face. Levering himself up on one arm, Dean looked closer. Stuck between the knife and the splintered table was a piece of paper, with a brief note in messy, completely un-girly handwriting: if you still want in, meet me at the diner at 11 tonite. Dean rolled over and shut his eyes again. Working with Faith, taking her information at face value, putting his life in danger based on her word, was a terrible idea. But he had all day to think about that. Right now he was sore and dehydrated and a little sticky, and sleep sounded like a great plan. He was awakened again by his phone ringing, a tinny electronic guitar riff in the quiet room. He squinted into the dim light of the room, which seemed incredibly bright, and fumbled blindly on the floor before finding his jeans and pulling the phone out of the pocket. "Hello?" "Dean? It's Bobby. I got the info you were lookin' for, here." Dean stared at the plain beige wall, trying to shake the sleep from his mind. What had he been looking for? "'Fraid it's not real useful, though. The motorcycle is registered to a dead woman." Dean stood up abruptly and began to pace as he listened. "One Faith Lehane. Says here she was killed last year, trying to escape from prison." "Brown hair, brown eyes?" Dean asked. "About five-six?" "Yep," Bobby said. "Pretty little thing." "It say what she was in for?" Dean asked, and on the other end of the line he could hear papers rustling for a few seconds before Bobby answered. "Murder One, three counts. With assault, theft, and a whole mess of other stuff." "Huh." Dean stopped in the middle of the room and scratched his belly. He could've asked Bobby to try to find a photo, but he really didn't need to. He knew who she was. And she'd seemed pretty alive the last time he'd seen her. Definitely not a spirit or a zombie. He'd checked her flesh himself, thoroughly. "The registration on the bike: is it up to date?" There was more rustling over the line. "Well, I'll be damned," Bobby said slowly. "It is. Tags, inspection, the whole works. Done up all nice and proper." "Don't want to get pulled over when you're dead," Dean said. "It'd be inconvenient," Bobby agreed. Dean thanked him for the information and hung up. All around him, the room was a shambles. Bedcovers tangled and sweaty, clothes tossed on top of the furniture, and the mess that Faith had made the day before when she searched his things. Too late, he stopped to hope that she hadn't taken anything important. On the nightstand, her note lay like a gauntlet, a challenge thrown down. Dean yanked his knife out of the table and pocketed the note. If he was going hunting tonight, he had to be prepared. He headed out for a round of the town archives, making only a quick stop for coffee and a jelly doughnut on the way. As much as Dean hated spending all day hunched over dusty books, there were some things he liked even less. One was going in blind. He'd been doing it too long on this job, bumbling around and following tips that led him into trouble after trouble. Dad wasn't here and neither was Sammy. Dean would have to do the research himself this time if it was gonna get done at all. The starting point was the county records' office, for a look at the property on Tank Farm Road: who owned it, what the tanks were for, and any recent sales or disputes with neighbors. Then it was on to the library, for a look at those dusty books. He started with the present and worked his way back through time and outward to include the town's history and its paranormal underbelly. The library was quiet, a large open room filled with books and disturbed only by the quiet sound of patrons walking back and forth on the indoor-outdoor carpeting, accented by the rustle of turning pages. A clock on the wall showed the time, but its hands turned silently, and Dean paid little attention as the hours whirled away. When he left the library, he was armed with the pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit together to make a complete picture: missing children across four counties, rising crop yields, and a local crime wave that included everything from drunk and disorderly to cattle rustling. Faith was another story, a puzzle all her own. Like a good hunt, the outline of her story was not yet clear, so that every time Dean discovered a single part of her there were ten parts that remained hidden. And like a hunt, he might never discover the entire truth about her, the whole mystery. Knowing that there was a story hidden there was half the battle, though. He was confident that the story of the missing kids would become clear. Faith herself might not be so easy, but --he remembered the night before-- he would enjoy the hunt. Back at the motel, Dean stripped off his jeans and t-shirt and set his amulet on the tiled counter before stepping into a steaming hot shower. He hated to admit it to himself, but he was a little nervous about tonight's hunt. When he hunted alone, he got to lay out the battle plans and call all the shots. Tonight, he would not be entirely in control. It wasn't what he was used to. There was one surefire cure for nerves that had never failed him. Dean let one hand slide down his soapy chest and wrap around his dick, stroking up and down slowly, one thumb drifting across the sensitive head. He thought of Faith, pushing him down on the bed and riding him like that motorcycle, her tits bouncing and her head thrown back with a big smile on her face as she fucked him. He braced one hand against the slick tile wall and came, shooting his load and watching it spin away down the shower drain. He breathed heavily, drawing in the wet air, catching his breath. After a few moments, he shut off the water and grabbed a towel off the rack. Faith was still on his mind, the hunt was still approaching, but the sharp edge of anxiety was gone. He felt calm, in control. Whatever this night threw at him, Dean knew he could handle it. At ten-thirty, Dean pulled the Impala to the curb outside the diner, a half-hour before he was supposed to meet Faith. He'd been wearing down the motel's carpet with pacing, and it was getting him nowhere. There was nothing worse than hunting on an empty stomach; he might as well get some dinner. Inside, he took a seat at the booth in the corner, keeping his back to the wall so that he could see her when she came in, and ordered a burger and fries, with another piece of peach pie. Faith blew in forty minutes later, nothing about her subtle at all. She had her leather pants on again, shining blue-black in the cheerful yellow light of the diner, and all eyes followed her as she walked through the room. She slid into the booth across from Dean with a smile and a flip of her hair. "Hey Lover," she said, stealing a fry off his plate. "You ready to rumble?" "I'm always ready," Dean said, meeting her eyes with a grin. She was wearing her heavy makeup, eyes ringed with thick dark paint and lashes long and black. She looked more like a girl on her way to a club than like someone bound for a fight, but Dean didn't mind. Her eyes were a rich chocolate brown with an excited gleam in them, and she held his gaze steadily without looking away. That told him more than anything else -- she was as ready as he was to kick ass and take names. Maybe more so. Faith grinned at him, flashing a dimple in her cheek, and slid out of the booth. She walked out of the diner with a switch in her step, hips swaying from side to side. Dean grabbed a twenty from his wallet and dropped it on the table and then followed her out the door, staying well behind so he could watch her go. Her bike was parked at the curb, but when Dean stepped outside he found Faith leaning against his car. In the dark street, basking in the reflected light of the diner, the woman and the machine were two of a kind. Strong lines, sexy curves, sharp edges. Wrapped in black, all dressed up in lipstick and a fresh coat of wax, and ready for a night on the town. It was a pretty picture. One part of him appreciated the vision in leather and chrome in front of him, but another part of Dean's mind was thinking murder one, three counts. Even as he opened the door and sat behind the wheel, and Faith slid into the passenger seat next to him, he realized that this might be the biggest mistake of his life. He knew next to nothing about this chick, and most of it was bad. On paper, trusting her made no sense at all. Then, nothing in Dean's life made sense on paper. He twisted the key and the Impala roared to life beneath him. Zeppelin poured out of the stereo, Faith rested her booted feet on the dash, and Dean didn't bother to stop her. It was going to be a good night, he told himself. If not, he was in some serious trouble. They were quiet for a few minutes, no sounds filling the car but the rumble of the engine and Robert Plant singing about California. Dean snuck a glance at Faith as he drove. She looked supremely relaxed, feet up and spine curled into a slouch, but her fingers twitched and tapped out the rhythm of the song against her knee with a kind of nervous energy that told a different story. He took girls out to dinner sometimes in the Impala, dressed up in perfume and lace, pretending at romance. Faith was pretty much the opposite of that. And they were going hunting, not to some kind of attempt at normalcy that could never go anywhere. It was a long time since he'd been hunting with anyone not named Winchester. Hell, since he'd been hunting with anyone at all. It was a good feeling, having someone else in the car. Good enough that it was making him ignore all kinds of danger signs, but Dean pushed that thought away. He couldn't afford distractions tonight. They reached the outskirts of town, and Dean paused for a moment at an intersection where one blinking yellow light hung suspended above the street and four empty roads stretched away into the distance. A huge full moon shone down, lighting the hills and buildings in the darkened town. He pulled through and headed in the direction of Tank Farm, where they'd been yesterday. Based on his research at the library earlier that day, there was something strange going on at that place. He opened his mouth to share what he'd learned with Faith, but she spoke first. "All right, here's the plan, Pretty Boy," Faith said suddenly. "I'll go in first; you watch my back." She was calm, confident, sure of herself. There was no question in her voice. "You get the hostage, then get out of the way before the real fireworks start." Dean's jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything. "And one more thing," she said. "These nuts are human. No guns." "That's a shitty plan," Dean observed conversationally after a moment of silence. "Take it or leave it," she said cheerfully. He was almost tempted to say he'd leave it. "What d'you need me for?" he asked, trying not to sound like a whiny bitch. "You're for later," Faith said in a sultry voice, running a hand up his arm. Dean kept his eyes on the road. "You watch my back, all right? Backup's no good if I gotta worry about you, too." Dean let that go for a few seconds and then responded, changing the subject. "What are we talking about here, cult sacrifice?" he asked. He knew she was right about backup. It wouldn't work if she couldn't trust him, and they hadn't worked together enough for that. Plus, if he pushed the issue, he really would be a whiny bitch. That didn't mean he liked the plan. "Yep," she answered, showing no surprise in the question or the change of subject. "Full moon, so I guess they'll do the deed tonight." She drew one finger across her throat to illustrate. In the county records, Dean had found Farm Bureau data going back fifty years, and there had been a big jump in crop yields in just the last eight, with no noticeable cause. The increase was big enough that it wasn't just new fertilizer or a uniquely specialized crop rotation. Coincidentally, there had been a lot more kidnappings and mysterious disappearances around Placerville in that time. Fewer homeless people, too. All that, combined with what he'd seen out at the farm the other day, pointed to a fertility ritual. He hadn't been sure they'd time the sacrifice to the full moon, but it made sense. He turned the car off the main highway and headed up the narrow road which led past the squat metal tanks. In the moonlight, they looked more than ever like something out of a sci-fi movie, gleaming with bluish light amidst the tall grass. When they got to the gate where he'd turned in the other day, Faith pointed up the road toward the low hills in the distance and said, "Keep going." The road grew increasingly rough as they went, and Dean slowed the car, wincing as he heard gravel kicking up against the undercarriage. They rattled on past more tanks, each one just like the one before, bordered by a strong fence, topped with round spirals of barbed wire. The fence was more than anyone would need to keep their cattle from escaping, a lot more than the neighboring farms had. As they left the tanks behind, they reached the low hills which had seemed so far away before. The landscape was dotted with oak trees, scarce at first and then closer and closer together. It was here that Faith finally directed him to stop, below an old tree growing outside the fence, casting its branches out across the road. The moonlight was so bright that there was a deep pocket of shadow under the tree's branches, and Dean pulled the Impala around, close to the trunk. Faith climbed out and stretched like a cat, and Dean was reminded once again of his first impression of her, as a predator stalking prey. The image seemed more appropriate than ever, out in the country away from the lights of town. She grinned at him over the top of the car, dark lips shining against white teeth in the moonlight. "Come on," she said, jerking her head in the direction of the trees. Against every kind of logic Dean knew, he followed. Leaves and acorns crunched underfoot as they walked through the trees. Faith carried no visible weapons, and her arms swung easily at her sides. Dean had a long knife strapped to his ankle and a set of brass knuckles in his pocket, and tucked into the waistband of his jeans he carried his Glock, contrary to Faith's instructions. He didn't intend to shoot anyone if he could help it, but well -- sometimes a hunter had to do things in the line of duty that they wouldn't do in the light of day. Faith would just have to understand, he told himself. Walking side by side, Dean and Faith crested a hill, and their objective was suddenly right in front of them. Gnarled, ancient oak trees formed the border for a perfectly round clearing, and in the center was a bonfire which threw light onto everything surrounding it. Circling the fire was a ring of figures robed in brown, swaying and chanting over the crackling of the flames. Faith stopped Dean with a hand to his arm, then pointed off to the right, signaling that he should skirt the edge of the clearing. He nodded, and crouched low to pass by the group without being seen. About a third of the way around, he stopped behind the trunk of a large tree. He could still see Faith's position to one side of the bonfire, so he'd be in position to back her up. On the other side was an old man in a white robe, closer to the flames than the other figures, who seemed to be leading the chanting. What he did not see was a hostage. If this was a cult sacrifice, where was the victim? The flames danced in front of his eyes and the men chanted and the figure in white raised his arms to the heavens, and Dean began to worry seriously for the first time that day. A sacrifice with no victim, and a demon hunter without a target waiting in the wings? Convenient. Dean had always expected to end his life in a blaze of glory, not as fresh meat led to the slaughter by a great pair of tits. He would not be a sacrifice to some no-name fertility goddess. If Faith thought that a few rounds between the sheets was enough to earn his unconditional trust, she had another think coming. Sure, he'd followed her into this, but nothing was holding him here. He was about to turn tail and run away in a brave and manly way, when Faith stepped into the clearing. The brightness of the flames meant that everything around the fire was lit up brilliantly, but the shadows under the trees were dark and complete. It seemed almost as if Faith was appearing out of nowhere when she stepped from the darkness. She came up behind the two guys who were closest to her and grabbed them by the fabric of their shapeless brown robes, knocking their heads together with such force that one of the men actually lifted off his feet. Then she pushed them back toward their original position, hard, so that each banged into the next man in line and created a domino effect, knocking over several more guys in robes before they had a chance to react. When the initial surprise wore off, though, there was none of the melee of confusion that Dean would've expected from a group faced with such an unexpected disruption. The robed people stopped their chanting and divided into teams, then rushed Faith together, engaging her all at once. She handled them easily at first, using that same uncanny speed and strength that Dean had observed the other day, spinning into kicks that struck with such force that they sent men flying backwards into the waiting crowd of enemies. After the first three, he realized she was doing it on purpose, turning one dispatched fighter into a projectile to take out two or three others waiting in the wings. Once again, Dean was amazed to see her fight -- mesmerized and a little turned on, too. It was like watching a Bruce Lee movie in person, a constant impression of wow, did you just see that? combined with I heard he does his own stunts, can you believe it?, only this time instead of Bruce Lee there was a hot chick who Dean could picture naked with a high degree of accuracy. There were nearly thirty of the robed men, and Faith was in constant motion as she fought them, leaving a trail of stunned and unconscious bodies behind her. Even more impressive to Dean was the fact that she was using no weapons he could see, not even the one environmental advantage he'd fully expected to be brought into play, the bonfire. Had it been him, he would've begun by throwing a couple of those guys right into the fire, just to see how fast their cheap brown robes went up in smoke, but Faith stuck strictly to the narrow strip of ground between the trees and the flames, and seemed satisfied to knock them down until they could not get back up again. He remembered her saying These nuts are human, and he shook his head. He'd seen a lot of human beings do some pretty awful things, and killing off kids to increase your own farm profits was pretty damn awful. As far as he was concerned, the world wouldn't be much worse off if those fuckers bit the dust, human or not. No sooner had the thought entered his mind than he noticed the white-robed leader was moving, striding across the clearing toward Faith with purpose. When he was still halfway across the clearing from her, silhouetted against the bright glow of the fire, the leader raised his arm. He had a gun pointed directly at Faith. Dean reached for his own gun, drawing and cocking it fast, but it wasn't fast enough. There was no clear shot between the mass of writhing, moving bodies in the fight, and Faith herself was between him and the leader. Hoping to get a better angle on the shot, Dean moved to his left, back under cover of the trees, keeping his gun trained on the leader. He'd only gone about two paces when the man fired. Faith jerked in response, the man smiled, and Dean knew the shot had hit its target. Faith twisted around, and as she did so Dean saw firelight glint off something metallic protruding from her shoulder. There was no gaping hole or spreading pool of blood, and he breathed a sigh of relief. She frowned, and reached one arm over her opposite shoulder to remove the projectile, and looked at it with a little frown on her face. A split second later, she was tackled by at least three of the cult members, and this time instead of fighting them off like Bruce Lee, she flew forward and landed on her face in the dirt. The tiny metal object bounced from her outstretched hand, and Dean saw it clearly for the first time. It was a tranquilizer dart. As soon as Faith's body landed in the dirt and lay still for a few moments, a cheer erupted from the robed men. Two of them held her drugged body down, while another appeared with a length of heavy chain and bound her hand and foot. Dean could tell that these guys had come prepared with special equipment, and they were taking no chances on letting Faith escape. When they'd arrived, the cult members had been spread in an even circle around the fire. Now they all gathered around Faith, pushing each other out of the way to get a good look at her chained and unconscious body. Dean could hear an excited babble arising from the group, and he saw many of them slap each other on the shoulder and shake hands, congratulating each other on the capture. Soon, the cheers died down and the voice of the leader echoed across the clearing. "Lady!" he cried, facing the fire with both arms upraised, addressing it as if it was a living entity. "Oh, generous Lady of the hills, in honor of your wondrous and continued bounty, we present you with a sacrifice befitting your greatness." He paused dramatically, and Dean rolled his eyes. These cult worshippers were all the same. "We bring you -- the Slayer!" "The Slayer!" echoed the brown-robed guys in creepy unison, or at least the ones who were still conscious, which was about half. Keeping his gun raised, Dean stepped back farther under cover of the trees, out of sight of the cultists. In the car, Faith told him get out of the way before the fireworks start. That had been a shitty plan from the start, anyway. He was involved now, whether she liked it or not. With the super-powered one out of the way -- Slayer, he thought to himself -- it was time for a lowly human to get the job done. The ground began to shake slightly beneath Dean's feet, and a low rumble of noise drifted through the air. Above his head, oak leaves rattled on the branches, and a few shook loose and rained down around him. The rumble of noise grew louder and louder, until it sounded like thunder. Spasms shook the ground in waves, and Dean reached out a hand and braced himself against a tree to keep his balance. Around the fire, the cultists were making no such effort. Only the white-robed leader was still standing; the brown-robed followers had all sunk to their knees and pressed their faces to the dirt. Beyond the fire, Dean sensed movement against the sky, an indistinct shape of black against midnight blue. As it grew closer, the flames threw up light to meet it, and Dean could see a huge greenish face illuminated against the treeline. With two more thundering steps, it drew even with the edge of the clearing and then stopped. Dean had never seen anything like this. Based on the crop yields and the cult guys themselves, he'd been expecting some kind of fertility goddess, but in his experience those were usually a lot more human-shaped. With really big breasts. This thing looked nothing like the overgrown belly-dancer they'd tangled with in Mobile. It was like some cross between a tree and a T-Rex, with hungry eyes and a huge jaw wrapped in rough bark, and clawlike arms draped in leaves and moss. "Lady!" the leader exclaimed, lifting his arms higher. The followers repeated after him, pressing their faces closer to the ground. The Lady -- if that's what she was -- opened her mouth in a sick smile, revealing rows of pointed brown teeth, and Dean shuddered. "Lady, we present you with a gift befitting your wondrous favors!" the leader crowed. He was repeating himself already. "The Slayer," the tree lady said, her voice so low and thick it could barely be understood. A chill ran down Dean's spine at the sound, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. "This is the one? You are sure?" "We are certain, my lady," the leader assured her. "We have tested her and found her abilities to match those of the prophecy." "Excellent," said the goddess. "Bring her to me." Crap, thought Dean. He was really going to have to go through with this. He checked the safety and raised the Glock to eye level, then lifted it further to sight down the barrel at the tree-thing's hideous gaping mouth. Two of the cultists moved around to his left, bowing and scraping and lifting Faith's bound figure to feed her to the thing. For all her power and energy, she seemed oddly tiny now that her body was still. When the two men lifted her, holding her body between them, her figure was dwarfed by their broad shoulders and flowing robes, where a moment before she had been all action and motion, and she'd seemed to overpower the men by sheer will. Dean stepped out of the shadow toward the goddess and fired. He held his gun with both hands to keep it steady, squeezing off five shots in quick succession. His aim was good, and the gun fired true. The shots found their destination, hitting rapidly one after another. They sank into the thing's barklike hide, bits of wooden flesh flying off on impact. Nothing happened. Not what he'd been looking for, anyway. Dean had been hoping to injure the damned thing. Instead, she let out what might've been a low, grating laugh. Like her face, the sound was a twisted parody of nature, totally incompatible with the idyllic oak clearing, and Dean's skin crawled. "Pathetic hubris," she said, voice thick like rain in the forest. "Your human weapons cannot harm me." She stepped forward toward him, and the ground shook under her feet. Dean wished for a chainsaw. Human weapon or not, he bet it could do a lot of damage. Still, the gun was the best he'd brought; he'd have to do better if he wanted to get rid of her. "Bring her!" she commanded her followers. "Get him!" Dean glanced over in their direction. Several of the cultists began to rush him at her orders, and he stepped back toward the fire, using it for defensive positioning. He could feel the heat of the fire through his jacket, growing hotter with each inch, but this way the cultists could not rush him without risking the flames themselves. With his back to the flames, he could keep his focus on Faith. The two men carrying Faith began moving again, walking slowly and awkwardly around the circle toward the tree-thing, as she had ordered. They would have to pass right by Dean as they made their way around the fire to get to her, though. It seemed like the worst way to make a sacrifice that Dean could remember seeing. Though these local gods were a lot of things -- vain, theatrical, bloodthirsty -- they were rarely stupid. Something else was going on here, and Dean had an idea what it was. He didn't stop to analyze, just followed his instincts and stepped into the clearing with his gun drawn. "Stop right there," he said, leveling the barrel at the two men carrying Faith. "This might not hurt her," he nodded toward the tree-thing, which definitely did not seem at all female. "But I bet human weapons will hurt you guys." They stopped, which was answer enough. "Bring her!" The tree-thing repeated, her voice quaking with hunger and impatience. Dean fought the urge to cover his ears. The two men looked at each other, as if they were unsure of what to do. Dean lowered his gun a fraction of an inch and fired, sending a bullet into the kneecap of the man closest to him. This time, there was an immediate effect: the man howled in pain and dropped his grip on Faith's legs, clutching his own knee as blood spread across the fabric of his robe. Sorry, Faith, Dean said silently. She'd said "no guns," but he figured she'd prefer a little collateral damage to getting crushed by that thing's enormous teeth. Dean glanced at the other man, left holding Faith's arms. "Drop her," he said, "and get him out of here." He motioned at the two men with his gun. The guy obeyed quickly, leaving Faith's body in a cleared space next to the bonfire's leaping flames. "Come and get her," he said loudly, turning to face the tree monster. She hesitated for a split second, then strode forward, her path indirect as she strode around the curve of the clearing, giving the fire a wide clearance. The ground shook under her feet, and behind him the cultists trembled with awe, but Dean's own fear was gone now. He flipped the safety on the Glock and shoved it in his back pocket, then lunged to the side and pulled a branch from the edge of the fire. He couldn't approach the goddess directly or Faith would be vulnerable to the cultists, and he couldn't stay too close or she would just reach right around him with those giant tree-branch arms. He stood as far away from Faith as he could, several paces separating them across open ground, with his makeshift torch upraised. The goddess strode toward him quickly. She did not pause as she drew closer, but actually seemed to quicken her pace as if her plan was to force him out of the way with her bulk and speed. At close range, she was tall enough that Dean could no longer see her twisted face. His vision was filled with the gigantic stems that formed her feet and legs, thick knotted trunks each bigger around than his whole body, wrapped in moss and vines. If one of those came down on top of him, he'd be done for. Impatiently, he pushed the thought away. He might not be able to see her face, but he knew where to aim. There was only time for one shot here, so it would have to be a good one. Reaching back, Dean tensed his muscles and hurled his torch in a high arc directly toward her midsection. The branch flew end-over-end through the air, a bright ember in the dark night. When the flaming branch collided with her body, sparks flew out in every direction. The torch's light flickered and grew dim for a moment. But only a moment. As the branch fell away, the sparks caught in the moss and bark that covered her wooden body. She stopped in her tracks and tried to use her hands and arms to beat out the flames, but the sparks only spread from her torso to the leaves and small branches that formed her fingers. Flames licked up one side of the gigantic torso and down the other, consuming first the bits of leaves and moss and then the bark that covered her. It wasn't long before the goddess began to scream. Her voice was somehow deep and shrill at the same time, a scream of terrible force that echoed across the landscape, edged with panic. This time, Dean didn't try to fight the urge; stripped of his only effective weapon, he covered his ears with both hands and backed away as flames spread across the body of the enormous figure in front of him. He could see her former worshippers running from her as quickly as they could move, some tripping over their robes as they went. Walking backwards, unable to keep his eyes off the fiery body of the tree lady, Dean nearly fell over Faith's unconscious form. He stooped and touched his fingertips to her neck. The pulse beat strong just below the surface, but she didn't wake. Dean stooped and lifted Faith in his arms, still wrapped in the cultists' chains. She seemed much smaller and lighter like this, unmoving and unresponsive. He'd held her up only the night before, pressed her against the motel room's flimsy door as he fucked her, but she'd seemed weightier then. He shrugged and stood straighter, lifting her more securely, then turned and headed for the treeline. When he reached it, he stopped for a moment to look back. Beside the center of the clearing was a towering pillar of fire, burning hot with orange and blue flames, hardly even recognizable as a walking, talking being. As he watched, the pillar collapsed with a final scream. What was left of the goddess's body fell apart in pieces and landed half in the bonfire her worshippers had built for her earlier that same day. On the edges of the clearing, the cultists scattered into the night, and Dean followed suit. It was hard to run carrying an unconscious body, but Dean moved as fast as he could, cradling Faith's head against his chest. When he reached the car, he unlocked the door and settled her across the backseat as carefully as he could before sliding behind the wheel. He'd pick the locks on those chains later; for now he just had to get the hell out of here. He put his foot down on the gas pedal and pulled away in a storm of gravel. He had not even reached the highway into town before Faith was stirring behind him. In the rearview mirror, he could see her body shifting on the back seat. She made a soft, confused noise in the back of her throat before she was fully awake. A few moments passed, and then once she was conscious Dean heard, "... the fuck?" "Tranq gun," Dean answered, looking again into the rearview mirror and finding her eyes there. "And you know..." "Chains." "Yeah." He didn't mention the way they'd been so excited to capture Faith, or ask why they'd called her Slayer. He didn't bring up the fact that the State of California thought she was dead. Everyone had secrets in this business, and if he started asking questions he might have to answer some, too. She blinked slowly before responding. "What about the sacrifice? The victim." "You were it, Sweetheart." She turned her head and looked out the window as darkened fields and cattle pastures rolled past. "That's why the tranqs," Dean explained. "They were gonna feed you to a giant tree." In the backseat, he heard the chains clink together a few times, and then a loud clang. The chains fell to the floor of the car. Dean tried not to think about what must've just happened, but it came to him anyway: she'd just pulled those things apart like they were paper. She laughed, and when Dean looked up, he saw her face dimple up in the rearview mirror. "Good thing you had backup," he said. "Mmm, very good," she agreed, sliding a hand across his shoulder. Next thing he knew she was climbing over the back of the bench seat into the passenger spot, the leather of her pants squeaking against the Impala's upholstery. She traced two fingers up his thigh, upward along the inseam of his jeans. Dean shifted to allow her access, widening his knees as he licked his lips. Tension pulsed through his muscles, already full of adrenaline from the fight, and it didn't take much to get the blood racing in his veins again. "How could I ever thank you?" she purred in his ear, and he was hard in a second. Still sliding one hand up and down his inner thigh, Faith brought her other hand over and popped open the buttons on his fly deliberately, one by one. Dean shifted the car into the right lane and eased off the gas, tilting his hips up to her hands, in no hurry to get back. Faith pulled his jeans open and reached inside to free his cock, aching with anticipation already. She leaned down, her head between Dean's navel and the steering wheel. He felt her hair brush against his belly, and a warm breath of air on his skin. Then he felt nothing but tongue and lips and warm, wet suction. He struggled to keep the Impala between the highway lines as Faith's head bobbed in his lap. Her lips were wrapped tight around his cock, tongue massaging him slowly and with intent. In the back of her throat, she moaned hungrily. Dean's eyelids fluttered with arousal and he struggled to keep them open, swearing aloud. Faith just laughed and drew him into her mouth even farther. She knew what she was doing, sucking him in like a pro, like she was born to do this. Her mouth was a slick slide on his cock, hot and wet. Dean bit his lip, gripping his hands on the wheel until his knuckles were white, determined not to crash the car only because it might make Faith stop what she was doing and nothing would be worth that. The world narrowed until the only things in it, all that mattered, were Faith's mouth and her tongue and her lips and the steering wheel in his hands like a lifeline. He arched his back, every muscle screaming with tension, body shifting restlessly in the tight space. All the while, Faith kept sucking him in, never backing off, hungry for anything he could give her. One small hand reached down between his legs and cupped his balls through the jeans, rubbed softly once and then again, and Dean let out a groan and came. Faith swallowed, her throat pumping him dry, and Dean let the car slow to a crawl, breathing harshly through his mouth. "Damn," he said. All the nerves, all the tension and anger and defensive energy had drained out of him, leaving him warm and calm and pleasantly loopy. "You are an angel." Faith laughed low and throaty as she sat up. "That's a new one," she said. A car flew by them in the left lane, its horn blaring out an insult as it passed. Dean turned the wheel and stepped on the gas again, a little reluctantly. "Gimme your hand," Faith said, and drew his right arm away from the wheel, pressing his palm between her legs. Dean bit his lip and kept his eye on the road as he felt the heat seeping through the leather. She put one of her own hands over his, pressing the heel of his hand to the center seam of her pants, tilting her hips and riding hard. With her other hand she squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple. It didn't take long. She arched her back once, twice, three times and she was panting out her climax, little moans and curses punctuating the shudders of her hips. Dean opened his mouth and then shut it again silently, breathing out through his mouth. He wanted to talk but no words came into his mind, as if he'd forgotten every one he'd ever known. "Hells yeah," she said. "I need a cigarette." And then she let go of his hand and moved away across the seat, rolling the window down and producing a pack he didn't even know she'd brought along, lighting one up and drawing in smoke like it was the elixir of life. The Impala rolled into Placerville slowly, moving down the main street like a queen greeting her subjects, as Dean tried to remember which crappy motel he'd booked a room in. Finally he found the right place and pulled up to the room. He opened the door and felt a cold draft, then looked down to find his jeans still open and his soft dick poking out of the gap in the fabric. Faith laughed as she got out of the car and slammed the door, and he buttoned up hastily and went to unlock the door. She seemed to treat it as natural that he'd driven to his own hotel room, even though Dean would have taken her to her own room if he'd actually given it any thought. He toed off his boots and unstrapped the knife, laid the Glock on the nightstand next to the splinters left over from Faith's note just that morning. In the bathroom the shower started to run. Dean felt calm, his muscles warm and sated. In his mind, he replayed the image of the tree-goddess-thing melting away into flames and ash, and he smiled. Then he stripped off his shirt, and went to join Faith in the shower. This time, when Dean woke he was not alone. It had been so late when they finally tumbled into bed that he'd gotten only a few hours' sleep. He opened his eyes to find Faith sitting at the desk, exactly where he'd found her the night before when she broke into his room. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black panties and one of his thin cotton undershirts. One knee was bent and her arm wrapped around her leg to rest on her foot, fingers restlessly moving back and forth across her toes. "Yeah," she said in a soft voice. "A giant tree." Dean realized she was talking on her cell phone, but her voice was quiet enough that he could only make out a few words here and there. He wondered what kind of person she would call. He rolled to his side, propping himself up on one elbow to watch her, and she caught his eye and nodded a greeting. "Right," she said into the phone, and then paused as if she was listening. "Uh-huh, a tranq gun." Dean realized she must be checking in with someone, the way he would call his dad after a hunt. Somewhere, this woman who seemed so wild and free had an anchor that tied her to earth. It was another unexpected detail, sprung on him just when he thought he finally had this girl figured out. There was just no way to nail her down. "Hey, it was no sweat," she said. Dean raised his eyebrows, and she winked at him in response. "Yeah, turns out trees burn." She smiled with a softness that Dean hadn't seen before, her head turning down and away from him a little, looking pleased. "Yeah, yeah, you too," she said. Then it was just, "Okay, see ya," and she clicked her phone shut and dropped it on the desk. She climbed onto the bed, crawling on hands and knees across the rumpled covers to Dean, then pressing her body along the length of his. "You wanna go to Needles, Lover?" she asked, dragging her tongue across his neck. "What's in Needles?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing one knee between her thighs. "Sand demon," she said. "I could use some backup." Dean tightened his arm on her waist and rolled with her, flipping them so she was pinned to the mattress beneath him. "No way, Honey," he said, looking down into her brown eyes. "Partners." Faith brought one hand to the back of his head and pulled his lips down to hers, then stopped at the last possible moment. When she spoke, her lips brushed against his own. "Partners," she agreed.

Five to one was pretty terrible odds in a fight, even for him, Dean thought to himself. He'd had a lot more experience with hand-to-hand fighting than most guys, and could easily hold his own in a barroom brawl or a fistfight with a girl's jealous boyfriend. But that didn't mean anything now, with four men advancing on him and one wild card outside. Four men advanced on him as a unit, moving forward in silent, threatening unison. Dean held his position, fists up and ready. Them, he could deal with. But in the near distance he could hear the roar of a motorcycle engine, closing fast: it was the brown-haired girl he had met in Truckee, whose name he still didn't know. If she had killed those kids, she could be capable of anything. That girl was definitely the wild card in this fight, the one who would change it from a brawl he could win into a trap he couldn't escape. He still had his gun, but everything about this job was so uncertain he hardly knew who he should be shooting. Besides, Dean really didn't like killing people. It was a last resort when there was no other way out. He'd do what he had to do to survive, of course, but then he'd have to hide the bodies, think up an alibi... It always seemed to create more problems than it actually solved. Dean jumped into the fight, trying to turn the odds in his favor by using the four men against each other. In a perfect situation, they would all get in the way and knock each other over like the Three Stooges. In actuality, three of them circled just out of his reach while one engaged him, allowing them to stay fresh while he tired himself out against the first opponent. Dean and his opponent traded blows, the man as tough and skilled as his counterpart who had jumped Dean when he first entered the tank. Dean held his own, getting in some good shots, but he took as good as he gave and he couldn't keep it up forever. He didn't have to: a minute later, the rough engine of the motorcycle howled to a halt right outside. It was a good thing that she couldn't ride the thing through the door and just mow him down with the sword like some kind of drive-by beheading, Dean thought. At least he shouldn't have any problem with her hand-to-hand when they were on even ground. The thick, heavy metallic door flew all the way open with a bang, loud enough to leave a ringing in Dean's ears. A curvy female silhouette, with rounded hips and flowing hair, was framed against the darkening sky. Dean remembered straining to pull that door open a few inches and tried to picture the strength it would take to throw it open like that, but failed. The guys he was fighting stopped what they were doing and looked up. Away from the fight. Not too smart. Dean looked too, of course. Whenever he was around this girl, his eyes were drawn to her. She was all power and energy, sex and violence and rock'n'roll, and Dean had seen enough already to know that she could back all of that up and more. It was the more he was worried about, whatever kind of bad mojo she might've been working on those dead kids in Truckee. He didn't know what she was doing here, or what would happen when she jumped into the fight against him. There were a thousand questions and puzzles and inconsistencies swirling through Dean's brain, but he pushed them aside. There was a time and place for thinking, and this was not it. What Dean had to do right now was stay alive, and as far as he was concerned there were only three things that would keep him that way: his fists, his knife and his gun. To even the odds, he tore his eyes away from the girl and hit the closest henchman with a swift uppercut to the jaw, while the man was still distracted. The man cried out as he fell backwards, and five pairs of eyes turned swiftly to Dean. He widened his stance and readied his weapons, preparing for attack. Three of the men were still on their feet, and the other was picking himself off the ground with anger in his eyes. Without discussion one of them turned toward Dean and swung at his head, and the fight was back on. Dean ducked and blocked the man's blows, throwing his own punches as he could. Meanwhile, the girl was behind him, and so were the other henchmen. Dean hated having his back exposed like this, knowing that he was a walking target a mile wide, and any one of the other five people in the room could jump into the fight at any moment and change everything. As he fought off his opponent, he tried to turn his shoulders and hips with each movement, so that in a few moves he would have reversed their positions. Before he could finish the rotation, though, something changed. Behind him, he heard the sound of a dull thud. A moment later, his opponent glanced away from the fight, over Dean's shoulder, and his eyes grew wide with shock. It was the oldest trick in the book, and Dean refused to be distracted by such a tired ploy. Instead, he moved swiftly, taking advantage of the momentary distraction and hitting the man with a sharp right hook, sending him sprawling in the dirt. The guy went down hard, landing on his side on the packed-dirt floor, and didn't move. Dean didn't wait to see if he would get up again, but spun around on the defensive, ready for the next attack. It never came. When he turned, he saw something he never expected. The brown-haired girl was fighting all three of the remaining men and making it look easy. Most girls Dean had met would have a pretty hard time fighting off one man, but this chick was taking on three and kicking their asses. He stood and watched, amazed, as she spun through the air to land a kick so hard it threw a fully-grown man off his feet, then seemed to reverse in mid-jump to attack another with her fists, raining blows on him with power and precision. Her skill was undeniable, but what was really amazing was her speed. She moved so fast, like a cheetah overtaking its prey, that her opponents hardly stood a chance. Within a minute, they were all unconscious on the floor at her feet. It seemed nearly unbelievable, but then Dean had seen many stranger things in his life. Her superhuman fighting skills were just another question to add to the rapidly-growing list in his head, and Dean pushed it aside to deal with later. He still had to survive this chick, and based on that performance it was clear that his odds were not good against her, even one-on-one. She must be working some kind of hoodoo to be able to do fight like that, and he had not come prepared for magic today. That stuff made Dean uncomfortable at the best of times. Don't die, he told himself, wondering if salt rounds would have any affect on her. But inexplicably, there was no attack. The girl looked him over briefly and then nodded. "Hey," she said casually, as if they were old friends, not locked in some life or death struggle of good versus evil. "Nice work." Dean blinked. "Get the kid, would you?" she asked, nodding toward the small figure tied up in the shadows at the edge of the room, who Dean had nearly forgotten about. Mutilated bodies seemed to appear everywhere this girl went, and so the first thought in Dean's mind was to wonder just what she wanted him to get the kid for. He'd fought those four guys out of self-defense, but right now things were so turned around that he couldn't make heads or tales of the situation. If this girl was his enemy, were those guys his friends? Why was she acting like they were on the same side? Still, he couldn't think of any reason why untying the hostage would be a bad thing, and those possible friends were passed out cold, so he crossed the dirt floor toward the still, quiet body. On the far side of the tank, the light was even lower, but Dean could just make out a small figure bound to a rickety folding chair. The kid -- Dean thought it was a boy, but he couldn't be sure -- didn't move as he approached. He stooped down and ran his hands over the bounds, learning by feel what his eyes could not see. His fingers touched something both smooth and ridged, sticky at the edges, wrapped tightly around the kid's wrists. Duct tape. Dean pulled the hunting knife from his boot and went to work on the tape, sawing through the layers carefully. He tried to keep the blade edge away from the kid's skin, but it was dark and he must've missed, because the kid suddenly began to struggle and yell. "Hey, hey kid," Dean said, startled. "I'm here to help. I'm just cutting the tape. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?" "How do I know you're telling the truth?" the kid asked. "How do I know you're not with them?" "Those guys passed out on the floor?" Dean asked. Okay, if those guys were the kidnappers they were definitely not potential allies, no matter who they were fighting against. All these layers of alliance and enmity were making Dean's head hurt, so he concentrated on what was really important -- getting the kid out of there. The kid didn't answer, but he stopped struggling. Dean finished with the tape on his wrists and moved to his ankles, each of which was separately taped to a chair leg. When he was almost done, he looked up at the kid's face. In the low light he could just see the side of his cheek, marked with dark patches that might've been blood and bruises. "Can you walk, kid?" he asked. "You just cut through that tape and I'll take it from there," the kid said grimly, and Dean figured he would be all right. He helped the kid stand and they headed toward the door, walking past the prone bodies of the four attackers, who were now bound hand and foot with plastic ties. She hadn't killed them, Dean noted. She'd had unconscious prisoners and she'd gone for tying them up instead of shooting them in the head. It was probably a good sign. "Those the guys that kidnapped you?" Dean asked the kid, looking down at the top of his dark head. "Um," said the kid. "Kinda. They're like--" He stopped, as if searching for the right word. Dean waited, biting his tongue. The last thing he wanted to do was jump in with some suggestion of evil spirits and scare the kid even more. "Helpers," the kid finally finished. "Helpers?" Dean repeated. "They grabbed me, and then they brought me here to their boss." Dean wanted to ask him about the boss, but then they were at the opening of the tank, and outside it was night. The sky was dark, and the moon had risen above the hills, shining huge and bright in the absence of city lights to distract. A few stars had already come out, and by their light Dean could see the girl leaning against her bike a few feet away. All the questions he'd pushed to the back of his mind came rushing back in that moment, and he was more confused than ever. "You all right, kid?" she asked. The kid raised his chin defiantly. "Better than those guys back there." Dean smiled, and he saw her smile, too. "Who are you guys?" the kid asked, crossing his arms over his chest as if to say that he was unimpressed by the rescue. "I'm Faith," the girl said. She tilted her head and looked at Dean with one eyebrow raised. He'd been tracking this girl for weeks, had already gotten up close and personal with her and gone through the things in her hotel room. It was probably time for a proper introduction. "Dean Winchester," he said. He'd checked into the motel under the name Angus Young, and he'd been known to give girls fake names before, but something about this girl, this situation, seemed to call for a different answer. "What's your name?" she -- Faith -- asked the kid. "Joey," the kid answered. In the low light, he looked vaguely Hispanic, with dark hair and sun-browned skin. He was wearing jeans and a Sacramento Kings t-shirt. Purple bruises dotted his arms, and his bottom lip was split and bleeding. There were scraps of duct tape clinging to his wrists and ankles. "Okay, Joey, put this on." She handed him a motorcycle helmet, and when the kid put it on it covered his entire head and neck and rested on his shoulders, so that he looked like some kind of alien with a really huge, shiny head. Faith threw one leg over the motorcycle and helped the kid scramble up in front of her. "Hop on, Handsome," she said to Dean, patting the seat of the bike behind her. "You're the bitch." "Nah," Dean replied. "I got my car." He pointed off in the direction of the spot he'd left the Impala, nearly a mile away through a dark landscape of dry grass and metal tanks. The truth was, he would've liked to get that machine between his legs and ride off into the sunset, but he still had all those questions in his mind about Faith. He'd trusted her enough to give her his real name, but he still wasn't willing to put his life in her hands. "All right," she said slowly. "How 'bout if I give you a ride over there?" "Sure," said Dean, figuring that the devil he knew in this case was better than the henchmen that might be lurking elsewhere on the lot. Besides, the kid was already on the bike and there was no real good way to explain hey, now that you're rescued you might want to stay away from this lady in the leather pants because she could be evil, too. Dean climbed on the back and reached down behind him to hold on to the sides of the seat. Riding on the back of a chick's bike was bad enough, but he'd be damned if he'd hold on to her for support. Faith kick-started the motorcycle, and the engine roared to life underneath them. Clumps of soil and grass flew into the air as she drove through the field, curving around the tanks on a path toward the front gate, deep tire ruts cutting into the ground as they went. It was completely obvious that she'd been there; she'd made no effort to hide her tracks. If she was a guy, Dean would've said she had balls. "Sorry, only got one helmet," Faith shouted to Dean as they rode. The wind whipped her hair and drove it into his face, and he had to keep his eyes squinted. Underneath their bodies, the motor hummed and vibrated, and Faith's muscles flexed between his legs. He didn't have much time to enjoy it, though, because soon enough they were pulling up to the Impala. Dean climbed off the bike and leaned back against the solid steel of the Impala. "Thanks for the lift," he said. "If you want, I can take the kid from here. Don't need a helmet." Letting a girl with a big bloody sword take the hostage away was not a safe bet in this situation, as far as Dean was concerned. Faith looked at him for a moment, her own suspicions evident in her expression. She must've seen something in Dean's face, though, because she seemed to reach some sort of conclusion and nodded. "All right," she said finally. "I just gotta ask the kid a few questions first." This should be interesting. Dean crossed his arms and leaned back to watch. He could afford to be patient now, if she was going to let him take the kid away to safety. "Questions?" the kid asked, seeming nervous for the first time. "Look, I gotta catch these guys, stop what they're doing. And you're gonna help me." "I... am?" "Just a couple questions, okay?" He lifted his chin like he was trying to look tough, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Okay, I guess." Dean had to hand it to her. As he listened, she drew the kid out and got answers from him. She didn't ask a lot of questions, or talk much, and she sure didn't seem like the motherly type, but somehow she got the kid talking. He'd been riding his bike home from school one day, he said, and he'd taken a shortcut through a back alley. He didn't know the name of the street, but it was next to the store with the sign that said "Carniceria y Jamoneria." Faith nodded like she knew where that was, so Dean didn't bother to butt in and ask. It was her show right now, anyway. In the alley, Joey said, he'd been jumped by a bunch of guys and thrown in a van. They put a piece of cloth over his face and when he woke up, he was in the metal tank. Faith asked some more questions about the guys who grabbed him, what they looked like and how they treated him, stuff like that, but to Dean none of it seemed to stick out. Joey didn't seem to know anything about what their plans were or why he was being held. Dean wasn't sure, but from what the kid said this just didn't seem to fit the pattern of the other jobs he'd been on since he and his dad split up in Indiana. Normal, human guys abducting kids in a van? Sounded more like a bunch of sickos stealing kids and selling them on the black market or something. Which sucked, sure, but if that was the situation then Dean would do what he always did -- call in an anonymous tip on his way out of town. Cops had to be good for something. Then, Faith asked the question that Dean himself had asked a hundred times, in a hundred different ways. It was bizarre to hear it coming from someone else, to know that she was out there with her eyes open, that she was aware of the same things he hunted in the dark. It was just another question to file away in the back of his mind, to be considered together with everything else. "You see anything weird, kid?" It was phrased almost as an afterthought, her body relaxed as though this was nothing but a totally normal thing to ask, but Dean knew better. This was the whole point of the questioning, the one thing she really needed to know. "Weird?" the kid answered. Dean settled back more comfortably against the car, now even more interested in how the kid would respond to her questioning. "Y'know, just something strange," she said, keeping her tone light but locking her eyes on the kid's in a way that was totally not casual. "It's the little details that give these guys away, kid, and if you want to help bring them down you gotta tell me everything, even if it seems like it's not important." "Well, um," the kid said, biting his lip. He knew something. "They kept saying 'she.'" "She?" "'She will be angry,' 'She is hungry,' things like that." "Okay, okay," Faith nodded like she knew what he was talking about. "That's good. Anything else?" "No, nothing. That's it." "Okay, kid. Thanks a lot. That really helps." She reached out and ruffled his hair with one hand, and the kid's face turned bright red and he squirmed away like he was embarrassed, but Dean thought he looked secretly pleased. Then it was Dean's turn. "What about you, Handsome?" she asked, turning her full attention to him like a spotlight on a fugitive. "You see anything?" He thought about saying, sure, I saw a chick kick three guys' asses without even working up a sweat, that's pretty damn strange. He thought about the EMF readings he'd gotten and the way they fluctuated around that place, but he decided to keep it to himself for now. "Nah," he said. "Just the usual." Usual for a Winchester was a little bit different from the rest of the world's, so that didn't mean much. She gave him that same look again, the one that showed that she wasn't completely buying it, but she let it slide. "All right, kid," she said, her attention sliding away from Dean again. "He's gonna get you home, all right?" Home safe remained unsaid. Earlier, Dean would've said he was keeping the kid safe from the likes of her, but now that she handed him over willingly, he didn't know what to think. "Sure," Joey answered, his chin up in the air, bravado fully in place. "I'm a'ight." "I know you are, kid," Faith said. "I'll see you around." This last seemed to encompass Dean as well, since she threw him a wink as she turned away and threw one leg over her bike, then settled the helmet in place and drove off. Dean tried not to read too much promise into that wink, but failed miserably. He was looking forward to it. Dean ushered the kid into the Impala, and then slid behind the wheel himself and pulled out onto the road. Dean didn't spend a lot of his time on the road rescuing victims; usually the victims of angry spirits were long dead themselves or had their own transportation. When it did happen, usually they were more of the 'how can I possibly thank you?' damsel-in-distress type, and Dean did his best to let them express their gratitude. So it was a little weird to have a kid in the Impala, but after all, Dean had grown up in this car with Sammy only a few years behind. Besides, he liked kids. In theory. Joey didn't seem inclined to talk, but Dean couldn't resist questioning him a little further. This job was turning out to be weirder than he'd expected, and any way to get an advantage would be welcome. "You said those guys were helpers," Dean said. "Yeah?" "Did you ever see their boss?" "Some old farmer dude in a dress," the kid said. "Like really, really old. Older than my grandpa." "A dress?" Dean repeated. At least he knew their boss wasn't a chick in leather pants. That was useful. "Not a dress like a lady wears," the kid said, struggling to explain. "Like a nightgown or something." "Okay, kid, I got ya," Dean said. A robe. Only certain special kinds of wackos dressed up in robes for their kidnap victims. He asked a couple more questions, but the kid didn't know anything else, or didn't feel like talking, and so he let it go. The radio hummed at a low volume, and Joey directed their route, pointing this way and that to tell Dean where to turn. They drove toward town and detoured around the bars and motels where Dean had been, winding their way through narrow side streets all laid out in a perfect grid, the houses small and close together. Old toys were scattered in the front yards, and torn-down cars rested on blocks in the driveways. Porchlights lit up little spheres of light in front of each house, and behind windows shone the blue flame of TV screens. It was a part of Placerville that Dean usually would have missed, the part where normal life went on without hauntings or infestations, where people worried about things like bills and report cards and never knew when he passed through town. "You can drop me here," Joey said, and Dean stopped the car in front of a corner store. Obviously he didn't trust Dean enough to show him his house. Smart. It was what Dean himself would've done if he was in that position, either now or at the age of ten. "Listen," Dean said, quick before the kid jumped out and ran away. "You ever see one of those guys again, or if you remember anything else that happened that might help us stop them, you can call me at this number." He scribbled his cell number on the little pad he used to impersonate a police officer, then handed the page to Joey. "Yeah, all right," the kid said. He opened the door, then turned back to Dean almost reluctantly. "Hey, thanks." He didn't elaborate. "No problem, kid," Dean answered. "Anytime." He nodded seriously and jumped out of the car, shutting the door behind him before he ran off toward another line of tiny houses, and Dean pulled away onto the quiet streets and drove back toward the center of town. He was headed in the direction of the motel, but instead of returning to his empty room, he turned toward the downtown strip. The shopfronts were dark and shuttered and the town had a deserted look, but there were a few bars whose windows glowed with weak neon light. Dean pulled the Impala up to the curb outside the little diner where he'd eaten lunch only a few hours before. Warm yellow light spilled out onto the sidewalk from the plate-glass windows, a bright oasis in the dark, dusty street. Inside, a worn Formica counter and a grill took up the left wall and some narrow booths occupied the rest of the space. A few patrons sat eating, and one lone waitress stood behind the counter, refilling salt shakers from a canister. As Dean pushed open the door, a bell tinkled softly, announcing his presence. He walked to the back of the room and took a seat at the counter. The waitress took her time getting to him, but when she came around she set a glass of water in front of him. She was neither young nor old, with tinted blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and a face scrubbed clean of makeup. "What'll it be?" she asked. Dean ordered a cup of coffee and a slice of pie. The waitress brought them to him along with a fork and a napkin, and moved away, back toward the half-filled salt shakers. The pie was peach, and it was delicious. Thick, juicy slices of fruit spilled out of a flaky crust, the flavor brassy and bold like a peach should be, but with a nearly-hidden layer of complexity beneath. There was a hint of spice as well, like maybe someone had sprinkled a bit of cinnamon in the filling. It complimented the peaches perfectly. Country music played softly on the radio, someone talked about the weather, and a newspaper page crinkled in the background. Dean finished his pie and pulled out the plain notebook he used as a journal. He flipped to a blank page and began sketching the sword he'd seen in Faith's closet. It had a solid handle, crafted for strength and wrapped with leather for a good grip: this was a weapon that got a lot of use. The narrow crossbar made it versatile, but didn't do much to guard against injury. The blade was long, longer than was practical for a woman of Faith's height, sharp and well-cared for. One thing was sure: there was a lot more to this girl than he'd seen at first glance. At the library, he'd made copies of the articles in Faith's motel room, and he looked them over now, and tried to read. His eyes followed the path of the words across the page and tracked over the grainy pictures, but he couldn't focus on them. No matter how many times he tried to tear his mind away from her, Dean's mind kept returning to Faith, from the way she kissed him, hot and hungry and careless, to the way she nearly flew during the fight and the steady, knowing look in her eyes as she watched him in the pool hall. One way or another, this girl was the key to the entire hunt. Still, her every action seemed to point in a different direction, and the harder he tried to figure her out, the less he seemed to know. In the end, Dean was left with more questions than he'd come in with. At least the place had great pie. He got another piece for the road, and headed back to the motel. In the parking lot, he pulled the key out of his pocket and slid it into the lock, juggling the styrofoam container holding his pie and hoping not to drop it. When he pushed open the door, he was preoccupied, and he wasn't paying as much attention as maybe he should've. It was a mistake he couldn't afford to make, and because of it, he didn't realize until he was inside the room with the door shut behind him that he was not alone. A dark figure lounged in the desk chair, feet propped up on the little desk. With only the dim light from the streetlights outside, Dean couldn't identify the person, but he had a pretty good idea who it might be. "About time," she said. Dean hit the lights and wished for his gun. "Faith," he said. "Winchester," she greeted him smoothly, not getting up. "What were you doing out there?" He knew she didn't mean the diner. "What are you doing here?" he countered. All around the room were obvious signs of what she'd been doing -- his clothes spilled in a messy pile out of his duffel, pillows crooked and towels askew in the bathroom. He tried to feel mad that she'd broken into his room and gone through his things, but he had a vivid memory of doing the same to her and he couldn't quite get that anger going like he wanted. "I'm askin' you a question, is what I'm doin'." Dean still didn't know who or what this chick was, or what she was up to. He didn't know what he'd expected from her, but it wasn't this quiet questioning. When she walked across a room, she was full of a powerful energy strong enough that he could almost smell it, but now she sat so still she was like a snake coiled and waiting for prey. "I was lookin' for you," he answered. "Or whoever made those kids disappear." She cocked her head to the side as if she were considering what he said. With heavy black eyeliner around her eyes and lipstick that was shiny red on her mouth, she was shocking against the plain, drab backdrop of the motel room. She sat reclining in the chair, feet still propped against the desk, but nothing about this encounter was relaxed or easy. "I didn't take those kids," she said. The words were simple, but her voice had a hard edge to it, of anger maybe. She was defensive. "No." He hadn't quite drawn his thoughts all the way out to conclusions yet, but when she said it he realized it was true. She wasn't all sweetness and light either, sugar and spice and everything nice. But the numbers just didn't add up to her being behind the disappearances, not like he'd thought at first. She stood swiftly and braced her hands in her back pockets. "You make a habit of going lookin' for killers?" "Only on special occasions, Sweetheart." "Yeah, well, stay out of it next time, Babe." She took a step forward, then another, until she was about an arm's length from Dean. "You're messing with things you don't understand, and it's gonna get you killed." Was that a warning or a threat? He had no way to tell. "That's what they all say," Dean answered with a laugh. He had to laugh, really, because it was either that or get pissed off. Things had been like this with her since the start, though. He couldn't get a read on this girl to save his life. She was hot and cold, kicking ass one minute and saving him the next, and she'd kept him guessing for weeks now. Conviction was everything in the hunt, and when Dean put his life at risk all he had was that thin bright line between good and evil, right and wrong. Faith did things to that conviction that Dean had never seen before, turned everything he knew on its ear and left him in a constant state of uncertainty, but all he could do was keep coming back for more. "I mean it, Pretty Boy," she said, shoving him in the shoulder, hard enough that he stumbled back a step. "You stay out of it." "It's a little late for that. I'm in this." He stepped closer to her again, so that they were just a breath apart. His height gave him the upper hand, but being so close was giving him flashbacks of fucking her against a bathroom wall. Mental pictures of hot, sweaty flesh and hungry kisses flashed through his mind with images of leather and lace. There was no question about this at least -- he wanted her again, and fast. Her brown eyes met his, and he could see a reflection of his own confusion. It wasn't just him, then: neither of them knew what the fuck was going on. But overwhelming the hunt and the mystery and just about everything else for the moment, he could see desire drawn deep in her eyes. Thank God. She must've recognized it too, because they lunged for each other like throwing a punch, meeting in the middle so hard that Dean could taste his own blood in the kiss. It went on like that, more like a fight than like anything you might call lovemaking, but Dean had never liked that word anyway. He tried to pull her in close, but she was already there, pushing his back against the door with a strength she shouldn't have had. His dick was hard already, shockingly and achingly hard, and every time she moved -- twisting and writhing like a stripper on a pole -- his nerve endings cried out in pain. He reached for her, wanting his hands on some part of her body and willing to settle for just about anything. His fingers found the soft flesh of her breast and squeezed it through layers of fabric, and she arched into him and cried out as if she were hurting, too. Then her hands were at his waist and her fingers dug roughly into his belly as she grabbed at his belt buckle and pulled apart the button-fly of his jeans before shoving them down, and the hunger and the fury of the moment might actually have had Dean blacking out a little bit, because somehow her jeans came off and a condom rolled on him, and then she was climbing him like a tree and he didn't remember how it happened at all. Her pulse was thumping underneath his tongue, hot and fierce and human, to the pace of his own wanting. His brain was greying out around the edges with the force of it, and if he couldn't be inside her in another minute he might just die of it -- but one thought pushed its way through the fog of need. He pulled back and looked her in the eye for a second. "Christo." Nothing happened. No change in her face, no glowing of the eyes. Whatever else was going on, she was no demon. Then she tilted her hips and Dean's cock slid inside her, and all he could think or feel was of tight wet heat, and the part of his mind that knew or cared about things like demons or kidnappings was silent. Faith had her legs wrapped around him like a boa constrictor about to eat its next meal, and her heel digging into the small of his back. Dean's shoulders were pressed back against the door and his hands were full of her bare ass. Her hips pumped rhythmically, riding him against the door. As her body moved her tits rose and fell, lifting toward his face and then pulling away again each time. His hands were occupied, holding up her weight, and so Dean struggled with his lips and teeth to capture one of the moving targets, suckling through the thin layer of fabric that was her tank top. He was rewarded with a rich, low moan in his ear that sent shivers across his shoulder and down his spine. Dean could feel her warmth spreading throughout his body, the familiar sensation that he was reaching the edge of the precipice and would soon go speeding over the edge. Too soon, he thought. No, too soon too fast too-- "Fuck," Faith said in his ear, "Fuck yeah, like that, just like that--" Dean did his best to breathe and not let it all be over too quickly, reciting the lyrics to "Nothing Else Matters" in his head. It was only a few more seconds before Faith shuddered and came in another burst of curses and shouts. Dean knew it wasn't gonna last much longer no matter what he did -- he'd been hard for this girl for weeks -- so he flipped them around and braced her against the door to give himself the leverage he needed. One hand on her hip and one on the door, and Dean gave it to her, pounding into her with long, fast strokes. He'd seen this girl in a fight; he knew she could give as well as she got, and he wasn't worried about her delicate sensibilities. She didn't disappoint, either, digging in her heels and rising to meet his every thrust, urging him on with the dirtiest mouth he'd ever heard on a girl. There was a rushing in his ears and Dean came hard, falling forward onto Faith and pinning her against the door. She flexed her inner muscles and milked the last of his climax out of him, and it felt so good he thought he might fall over. "Fuck, Darlin', he said into her hair, one hand stroking the gorgeous curve of her ass. "That was amazing. But next time, can we do this in bed?" "You got it, Sailor," she said. "Take me there." So he used the last of his strength to carry her over to the bed, and they collapsed into it in a heap, sweaty and sticky and with half their clothes still hanging off their bodies. "You rest up," Faith ordered him. "I ain't done with you yet." Dean lay back with a smile on his face as she lit up a cigarette and flicked the ash on the carpet. He thought about just asking her all those questions he'd gone over in the diner, but he'd never been much for pillow talk. Besides, he didn't think she'd actually answer anyway. He wouldn't have. After a minute, he realized he still had his boots on and his jeans around his ankles, and he toed them off. They fell to the carpet below with a satisfying thud. He rolled to one side and leaned on his elbow, watching as Faith smoked her cigarette. Her face was damp with sweat, eyeliner smudged. Her tank top still had a round wet spot from his mouth. He reached out and traced a circle there until her nipple stood up firm underneath, then he pinched the little nub and rolled it between thumb and forefinger. Faith arched her back and rocked her hips from side to side, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. She did not stop smoking her cigarette, though. Dean pressed a kiss to Faith's navel, just below where the tank top ended, then one to each hipbone. He positioned himself between her knees, and leaned down to taste her as she finished smoking. Faith was tough and hard when she needed to be, but underneath it all she was like every other girl, and here was the proof. He pressed the flat of his tongue to her clit, pink and gleaming like a pearl in an oyster, and still soaked from their fuck just minutes before. He ate her out thoroughly and efficiently, using lips and tongue and fingers together, adding in a few twists and tricks he'd learned along the way. She squirmed above him, breathing heavily, and Dean spared one hand to pin down her hips and hold her in place. When her moans sped up, Dean looked up from his work to see her face as she came. Her hair was spread across the pillow in a tangle all around her head, and one of her hands gripped the side of the nightstand as if for support. With the other hand, she was squeezing and rubbing her nipple. As he watched, he could feel her muscles shudder around his fingers, and she threw her head back and panted out her climax. Dean wiped his face on the edge of the bedsheet, and a moment later Faith was pulling him up the bed toward her and pushing him down on his back. She straddled his legs, pinning him to the mattress, and pulled off her tank top over her head, then unsnapped her lacy black bra and dropped it on the floor as well, revealing round, firm breasts. He reached up to feel one, but she slapped him away. "My turn now," Faith said, with a dimpled grin that made her look more relaxed and natural than he'd ever seen her before. Even as she pressed one arm to his chest and held him there, helpless, Dean lay back and let her have her way. She leaned forward, resting her weight on the hand in the middle of Dean's chest, and then lowered her hips to meet his, sheathing his cock inside her in one fluid movement. She might still be trying to kill him, Dean thought, but what a way to go.

PART I Dean leans as far out as he can, nearly falling off his stool, in order to watch the swinging ass of a hot little number that just cruised by their table. Sam rolls his eyes. Dean knows; it’s all so fucking predictable. Dean is only doing it to hide the flaring, intense interest he has in the tall, dark and handsome type at the other end of the bar. He stares at the girl’s ass; he leers at her. It’s what he does, what he always does. He doth protest too much. He knows it. But Sam’s always bought it and it’s not like he has no interest in the fairer sex; that’s not it at all. It’s just that he’s not interested in every girl he looks at, and he’s not interested in the types he’s supposed to like. And he’s interested in men too, one more thing he’s not supposed to like – at least he thinks he’s interested. Once they slay their proverbial dragon, Dean figures he’ll get his shit sorted out. After, he’ll be at liberty to decide who he really wants to be. When that time comes, Dean thinks, everything will fall into place. The guy at the end of the bar turns around and pins him in place with a stare. Busted. This is so not good, Dean thinks, because now he can’t look away. The guy – a man, really – is breathtaking. He’s beautiful in a soulful way, not in a superfluous way. And he’s making his way over to Dean. “Shit,” Dean says. “What?” Sam asks, looking up from his laptop, his beer and his cheese fries. “Might be trouble; you let me handle it.” It looks like Sam acknowledges that there’s nothing too troublesome, maybe he assumes that Dean’s had five more beers than he ought to have had, and so he shrugs and goes back to his beer and his notes. Dean steps up to the guy, meets his eyes. Better to let him know right away there’s been a miscommunication. He wasn’t looking at the guy that way. Or if he was, he’s certainly not interested in talking about it. No way. But he’s underestimated the powerful pull of the guy and his own desperation. There’s a few minutes of idle chit-chat, and Dean is doing most of it and the guy is just staring at him like he wants to eat him for breakfast – or maybe fuck him for same. He’s got a black t-shirt on, tight over his pecs and dark denim jeans pulled taut across his hips, accentuating what more than a few dive bar floozies have looked at hungrily in passing. Dark eyes, dark hair, a set jaw and a strong build – plus an unrelenting interest in every twitch and smirk Dean makes – fuck, this is going to be too good to pass up. Sam is here, but Dean can finesse this. He has to. Turns out, he doesn’t have to. The guy is quick and smooth and he’s got the waitress bringing shots and suddenly Sam has extra beers. Maybe Dean sees him crumple a bill into the waitress’ hand right before she and a girlfriend from the bar descend on Sam and suggest a drinking game. Dean winks at Sam so it’s all okay and then he and the mystery man are slipping outside, intentions clear as the inky black sky and there’s no hint of Sam burning a hole in Dean’s back with his curious stare. Dean drops to his knees as soon as they’re out and around the back and his hand is braced against the wood-slatted wall, splinters digging in deep and sharp. The guy stares down, severe, no smile, this isn’t playful. He’s here to get his fix and Dean’s both dealer and syringe. He pulls Dean’s head back with one hand so he can really stare down, right into Dean’s eyes, and with his other hand he deftly undoes the fly of his jeans. Dean can’t look down, can’t move his head -- fuck this guy is all about control. The guy reels him in and he opens his mouth, eyes finally shutting in supplication as the guy’s cock moves in, shoving his lips aside and filling up the space inside. Thank God the guy’s not shoving, Dean could have gagged. The pressure of it on his tongue makes him crazy; makes him hot and he finds he’s opening his throat for more, licking around the full head, praying, hoping, wanting to hear the guy moan. The guy doesn’t make a single sound until he comes – later, much later, too long as Dean’s jaw is aching – and then it’s just a grunt almost like a sob. Dean hears him fasten his fly and expects him to walk away; he’s ready for that and it’s okay. He wipes his hand across his mouth, feeling thoroughly fucked, the way his lips are swollen and his throat is full of salt. But no, the guy hauls him up by the lapels of his leather jacket, like Dean is a stuffed toy, and there’s the muffled press of a kiss before he spins Dean around and shoves him up against the wall with one hand, the other hand doing its duty at fly-opening. Dean’s being held firm and fast, the shoulder of his jacket in one fist and his cock in the other fist. The guy is strong and unyielding – so firmly in control it makes Dean shudder and give, bend and break. He wants it to last, wants the guy to jack him off for many minutes more but it isn’t going to happen, not after his mouth was fucked and he got so hot from being held down, being hauled up, being swept along on a fierce tide of need as great as his own. Dean splashes over the wood, hips thrusting into the guy’s fist, his head nearly banging against the wall, but he knows in the back of his mind he can’t go back into the bar with splinters in his forehead. When he turns around, he sees those eyes go dark with lust again and he thinks for a second he's gonna be asked for another round. He looks down and sees that the guy’s fist is bloody, his knuckles scraped raw against the wood he had Dean pressed up against. Dean doesn’t think. “Hey,” he says softly, and brings the bruised and bloodied knuckles up to his lips and gently sucks them. What happens next is so fast – almost too fast, except Dean has had a lifetime of training in timed reactions, split second decisions – but the guy jerks his hand away like lightning back into the sky. His face flashes, changes, contorts, and Dean sees fangs and yellow eyes and he hears “Don’t” and it sounds like a low growl, not even a voice, but an empty void that echoes back and creases its forehead and slits its pupils and… Fuck. He’s a fucking vampire. Dean knows it even though its face flashes back to normal instantaneously. No one else would ever believe their eyes; they’d think it was a trick of the light. But Dean knows. Dean knows. Fast as he can, he’s running. He’s unarmed and he’s got nothing on him, but he’s got guns in the car and he can at the very least, give it some pepper, some salt in the wounds, a few bullets to pick out of its skin – and maybe put some distance between them while he regroups, warns Sam, hides, gathers his thoughts. And fuck. Sam has the keys on him. Dean bangs on the trunk in frustration, hard, several times, sensing nothing behind him and he half-turns and the demon is gone, utterly vanished. And he is about ready to turn all the way around when he hears Sam. “Dean? What the fuck is going on?” “Taking a piss, little brother, give a man some privacy.” Dean’s a quick thinker. He pretends to shake, zips his fly, coughs a little, leans on the hood like he’s still drunk when he’s never been more sober. “Get in the car, Sammy,” Dean says, straightening and putting on his don’t-fuck-around face that Sam will never – or rarely – argue with. “We need to go. Now.” ** PART II They converge on the tiny motel, arranged around a courtyard with a defunct fountain in the middle. Sam heads around the back and Dean goes straight through to the vampire’s front door. The vamp is sleeping; they got an eye-witness saw him go in around dawn and it's late afternoon and he hasn't been out. Bugs buzz lazily in the stagnant fountain water. It would otherwise be silent and Dean thinks of his last-night lover laid out on the motel bed, maybe drunk on some other victim's blood. Too bad the best blow job of his life has to die. Sam's shaggy head appears around the corner and affirms that there's no exit from the back window without serious sunburn and window breakage, and Dean isn't going to waste another second. He kicks in the door with a Timberland and his shotgun is lined up in perfect parallel with Sam's as they enter, near-military style, just like Daddy taught them. Dead man’s blood coats the bullets. They’ve got knives in their boots to finish the job. The demon isn't lying on the bed. The bedsheets are twisted like white snakes, but empty of a body. Sam clears the bathroom and that's when Dean starts to get nervous. A bead of sweat drips down from his forehead and he can feel the damn thing slip down, drop, and land on the carpet. In the same second, he sees the silhouetted form lounging in the junky leather chair near the window. The vamp is as still as the furniture he’s sitting in. He's about to blow its head off when his gun gets kicked from his grip and knocked up against the ceiling. It doesn't go off, but hits the ceiling with some serious force and plaster spills down, covering the guy's dark hair in white. He's a vampire, so yeah, he moves fast. Sam -- Sam has got a gun, and Dean turns and leans back to give him a clear shot. There's someone else, though, a tiny form standing in the open doorway. She spins Sam around, and his gun pops up and snaps right into her hands. "What. The. Fuck." The girl is spitting and hissing and she elbows Sam right in the face. Dean hears a crack and Sam goes down. The vamp pulls his arm around Dean's throat and he's squeezing, but not too hard. The girl doesn't know that they're friends, obviously, and she kicks Dean in the gut. His vision goes blurry and then blank for a few minutes. When Dean gets his bearings again, he's tied -- fucking tied -- to a chair, Sam next to him, with his head still nodding to the side. Their knives and guns are tossed aside, out of reach. "Let me go, fucking bloodsuckers!" The girl laughs, heartily. She's got a denim miniskirt on and a pair of cowboy boots with steel on the heel. Long silky legs reach up and up; she's wearing a wife-beater, like the vampire, his is white, hers is black. His hangs loose on him, hers is tight. Her hair is pinned up off her long neck and dark lashes frame brown eyes and if Dean knew for a fact he wasn't going to date demons or their demon-loving friends, he'd certainly let her fuck with his preference. "Okay," the vamp says, running a hand over his hair, rubbing his face, "What are you doing here, Faith?" "Clearly I'm here to save your sorry ass from getting dusted by small-town amateurs," she says. "I'm not happy to see you," he says. "Stop flirting with me, Angel, you know you never gonna get some." "Cleveland not able to cool your heels, Faith?" "That bureaucratic bullshit isn't my scene, you know it. I’m more in line with the bureaucratic bribes." "Smells like Wolfram and Hart all over." Apparently, the two of them aren't even going to acknowledge Dean and Sam's presence. They're so wrapped up in something of their own making that they don't even care that two guys are tied up in the motel room they're in, shotguns scattered on the floor. "I run by my own rules, Angel." "Pay for play, am I right Faith? Does Buffy know you're doing this? Does the Council?" At this Faith seems to change tactics. She digs the toe of her boot into the rough, cheap carpet. She avoids his gaze and casts hers over Dean and Sam. "Pay, yes. Play, maybe. I'm well beyond trusting Lilah, but I recall I wasn't the only one who trusted Wesley." Now it's the vamp’s turn to stare holes in the carpet. Dean sees his face twist with pain, like Faith has stabbed him in the chest. "Wesley's dead." "Wes is as dead as Lilah, Angel. You knew this would happen; you arranged it. Gunn had the smarts to fix his legacy. Wes…not so much." "Hey," Dean's got his wind back; it's time to stake a claim to this conversation. "You guys gonna kill us or just bore us to death with your drama?" The vampire doesn't move. Faith does. Quick as a bunny, she straddles him, licks her finger and runs it along the sweat dripping down his face. Then she runs her tongue back along her finger and clenches her thighs as Dean struggles. "Oh, you're a fiery piece of ass, aren't you? Pretty for a redneck, too. And your little boyfriend." "Faith, leave him alone," the vampire says. "Angel. These guys tried to waste you. Bullets, not even stakes. Rank amateurs. I watched them stalk you, waited outside to give you a hand. Can't we scare the piss out of 'em before we let 'em go?" Angel and Faith, nice names for demons. Dean can't wait to see what reindeer games they've got in store. Angel moves over to Faith and drags her off Dean bodily. She blows a kiss and winks at him as she lets herself be hauled over to the bed. "It's fine, Faith. I'm moving on. No one will believe the stories they'll try to tell – and these guys have a special book full of stories, so don't worry." Fuck, so the guy knew about their research, about Dad's book. "Plus, I fucked him last night." Faith's mouth drops open. Dean's mouth drops open. Then he quickly looks over to Sam to make sure he hasn't heard. His priorities are so screwed up. Sam's head is moving side to side, but he's groggy still. "Thought you were waiting for me, Angel," Faith pretends to pout, but it's got a touch of hurt in it. "Let's go our separate ways, Faith. I'm not interested in Wolfram and Hart, their zombies, or anything you, they, the Council or anyone else has to offer." "I get it. Let me come with you." "No." "Rogue Demon Hunters. You and me. We'll take the Brothers Grimm as our apprentices." "Go ahead Faith,” Angel is laughing, but not in amusement. His face is twisted up by the smile. “My journey is over. This is the living end. I'm not saving anyone, not fighting, not living. It's over." "Drama queen," Faith retorts, and rolls her eyes at Dean as if they’re co-conspirators. Angel has clearly has enough with the company and the banter, because he drags Dean and Sam still tied in their chairs and shoves them out into the courtyard, then hauls Faith out the door and dumps her next to them. Dean can hear him moving the motel dresser up against the busted door. “Open this door,” Faith shouts. She begs, pleads and whines. Dean has never seen a woman pull out all the stops like this. He knows that if he were on the other side of the door, he’d be opening it. What happened to make this vampire want to give up on his immortal lifestyle and the likes of a hot woman like Faith? Faith shouts herself hoarse, bangs her fists against the door until they bleed. She realizes Dean and Sam are still sitting in the courtyard so she stops to cut them loose with one of their knives before she stalks off. “Hey! Hey!” Dean wants more, wants to see what this chick is all about, what she knows, but she’s making a beeline and not looking back. “That’s my knife, bitch!” Dean finds he's almost pleased to see she's human; the sun glints off pieces of her dark hair as he watches her storm off. He wants to chase her down so bad he can taste it. But he's got Sam to worry about and so they limp off in the other direction. He promises himself he'll get the answers he wants. ** PART III Faith smokes Marlboro Reds. That’s the color of choice for the world-weary Slayer. Little bitty cutey-pie slayerettes rule the day with Buffy -- now that she’s CEO, goddess and big sis all rolled into one. They’d never been that close, she and B., so Faith doesn’t feel slighted in the least. Really. Her and Angel on the other hand. She always thought he’d have time for her one day, but this running away and slamming door in her face like some rebel teen on smack – well, it just wasn’t like him. Once he calms down and lets her back into his room, she flops onto the bed and pretends that he isn’t ignoring her. She asks him about the guys that stormed his room. She asks about the one he claimed he fucked. “Not both of them, huh?” Faith asks. “Just the prettier one,” Angel says. “Always did like ‘em fair,” she replies. She’s down to three Reds, seeing as Angel’s taken up smoking again. He hears what she says and grips the edges of his chair. He stubs out his cigarette with vehemence. She watches his face shift, the vampire just underneath, like a fish swimming near the surface of a lake. But it looks like grief and that frightens her more than his game face ever could. “Sure you’re not Angelus?” Hey, it’s a fair question. “And you’d be clothed and in one piece if I were?” “Good point.” Faith fingers the Red, drawing her lighter near after a practiced flick. “I bet Angelus is a righteous good fuck.” “Nothing righteous about it.” Angel bogarts another Red without asking. He grins at Faith but it’s devoid of humor, completely without charm. Faith hides a small shudder. She doesn’t like the vibe she’s getting from him. “It’s only good if you’re suicidal. Or immortal.” His grin turns wolfish and Faith has to look away. “Spike,” Faith says, trying out the word, seeing what effect it might have. He’s talking about Spike. He really always did like them fair. Blondes. Cocky, self-assured, loving him, resisting him, playing light to his dark and matching him strike for strike. Faith isn’t an expert on Angel like maybe Wesley was, or Buffy even, but she’s learned a lot by watching. She’s learned a lot by living. Now Faith wishes she had the name back in her mouth because Spike brings the cloud cover to Angel’s face. “He’s… gone.” “Gunn,” She says. “Dead.” “Fred.” “Burned out of her body by an Old One. But you’d have known that I assume.” “Old One,” Faith repeats. “I got the so-called ‘report,’ dry as a bone from Watcherville, but I prefer to hear your story from you.” “My list of dead loved ones turns you on?” Angel’s voice is flat, his eyes expressionless. “You want the gory B-movie horror of it all? I sent Wesley to die, and he did. Lorne was chased down and tied up by demons who then dragged him behind a truck for miles until he was nothing but pulp. Gunn bled out in the alley and dogs licked up the blood. You want to hear how they put my girlfriend in a cage just her size and stuck her out under a full moon, and then when she changed into a werewolf, she was crushed? Every bone in her body, broken. And Spike.” He stops at Spike. “I had no idea,” Faith says, and moves over to where Angel sits in the leather chair. She reaches for him. He slaps her hand away. Faith was never very good with the notion of comfort, giving or receiving. “So.” She speaks softly, still afraid of bringing his horror back to life. “You won’t come with me, won’t let me come with you. You don’t want to hear Wes and Lilah’s offer – I can assure you it’s astounding – you won’t acknowledge Buffy or the Council. What is it you want, Angel?” “Time away from pain,” Angel says. “Just time.” “Well, I didn’t come all this way just to leave empty-handed. There’s a convenient nest of nasty vamps 30 miles out, on an abandoned farm. Ride with me, kill with me. Let’s let loose a little. We can take the pretty along if you want, teach them a few new tricks. Do that for me, Angel, before Wes and Lilah ruin my fun.” Angel’s head bows, the shape making a shadow as the afternoon light goes soft and turns to gold. Faith can feel time stopping and slipping as her friend and quarry battles his inner hordes. “Angel?” She finally asks, brushing his forearm with her fingertips. He looks at her and she knows she’s won this terribly small, terribly meaningless victory. She’s won one night. ** PART IV “That’s her,” Dean says, nodding to the end of the bar. “She’s pretending not to notice you,” Sam notices, “But she’s aware you’re here.” “We,” Dean corrects him. “We’re here. You were in that motel room same as I was.” “But I wasn’t talking about films with the vampire last night, here in this very bar.” “What?” How did Sam know that when Dean barely remembered any of their conversation? “You told him you really liked ‘My Own Private Idaho,’” Sam smirks. Dean’s breath catches but he stays focused. He has his worries and his hang-ups carefully prioritized. “Since when did you become such a keen observer of humanity,” Dean tries to make light, but Sam is wary, seeming to suspect something. Damn. His little brother has grown into a total smartass. Still, he really does fucking love the kid. It’s a little like a replay of the night before when the girl turns around, levels her eyes on him, and saunters over to their table. It’s a Friday night and the place is crowded, but most of the eyes in the place are on her. Faith. She’s got a skin-tight bustier top on that makes Dean drool a little. Black leather jeans are slung low on her hips. She looks like a hunter, what Dean imagines a chick hunter would look like. And she looks ready for action, too. Dean can’t help his curiosity. He toes the bag of ammo at his feet and curls a fist around the handful of dead man’s blood-bullets in his jacket pocket, just in case. “We weren’t properly introduced earlier,” she says, sticking out a hand with black nail polish flashing at the tips. Sam stares and Dean kicks him under the table to get him to snap his mouth shut. “I’m Dean, this is my little brother Sammy.” “It’s Sam. And I’m his younger brother, but also, taller.” Faith looks like she wants to eat Sam up. Dean would rather she kept her eyes on him. “We don’t want trouble,” Faith continues. “You two know a little about what’s what. Enough to get yourselves in trouble if you want to. I’m thinking we all agree to let sleeping dogs lie.” “Don’t know about dogs,” Dean says. “We’re not in the habit of letting vampires roam the streets killing people when we can do something about it.” Faith looks at him like he’s lost his motherfucking mind. “Have your bro fill you in on what a Slayer is. Angel may be a little tepid in the living area, but he’s got soul.” She did a little groove right then to illustrate the word. Dean may have felt his mouth go dry, even though he was trying hard to concentrate on what she was saying. Sam’s fingers were flying over his laptop and seriously who brought a goddamn laptop into a bar on a Friday night? “No can do, my pretty little lady, we don’t just walk away from a fight.” “Well, maybe you can join in on one and see what a real fight is like,” Faith says. She’s looking him up and down, sizing him up and hey, he’s got two eyes too, he can surely see that she’s a fairly formidable force tucked together in a compact body. “Drinks?” she asks. It’s not a question, it’s a statement. He nods. He’s in. He is so in. An hour later they’re reaching maximum sloshitude and the bartender actually cuts them off from the tequila and makes them drink something else so he doesn’t run dry. Dean’s got a good buzz going, but he’s not opposed to beer. “Lissen, I gotta get my fight on or I’ll want to fuck soon instead.” She smiles the slowest, sultriest smile he’s ever seen and he thinks it’s going to go that way but no. Sam and Dean grab their gear and follow her out the door. Once they’re outside, he sees the outline of Angel against the streetlamp. He doesn’t recoil, not even close. Sam stops, stutters, but Dean grabs his arm, steadies him, and says, “Okay, show us something.” It’s as much to Angel as it is to Faith and he’s fueled with his buzz and his sense of something dangerous and new going on with these two. “Curiosity killed the cat,” he mutters to himself. Sam climbs courteously into the back of Angel’s pick up. It’s a fucking vampire pick up, with the windows blacked out and everything. He and Sam need the fresh air, and with Faith sitting back there with them and the guns, it doesn’t even feel like the risk it probably is. Sam is convinced his Slayer research is on target and Dean really hopes he’s right. “We’re getting up in the grill of a big nest,” Faith informs them casually. “Werewolves and vamps, and these Kene'chogue fuckers. Demons. Ugly fuckers, I hate them. They like to gather up weres and vamps and screw with ‘em, make ‘em really pissed and rabid and then set them loose all over town.” “How do you know this stuff?” Sam’s enquiring mind wants to know. They've reached a deserted clearing a mile outside of town. Faith shrugs off Sam’s question. “Instinct. Other ways.” Angel doesn’t say much, just hands some wooden stakes to Dean. “Don’t need those, got dead man’s blood on my bullets here.” There's something about Angel’s look, the rough brush of calloused hand against Dean’s that acknowledges the night before without anything overt. Dean tries not to be happy about that. “Messy,” Angel says, gesturing to Dean’s knife and rifle. “And if they’re not Initiative hybrids, the blood won’t slow them down.” Dean doesn’t know what he's talking about but Dad would never steer them wrong. Never. That's the end of that. Sam moves off toward the edge of the forest, scouting the bare bones of trees skirting the clearing. “We’ll find out for sure, soon enough,” he calls out. “Vamps headed this way.” Dean immediately regrets his tequila haze as seven rabid, yellow-eyed, multi-fanged, hillbilly vamps start making their way to the gathering in the clearing. Dean’s eyes fill with smoke as he and Sam lay down rifle-fire. Faith and Angel haven’t yet moved and Dean thinks suddenly, a trap, we’re fucked, I let Sam right into it, following my dick, oh God… Before he can get his head sorted out, Faith sprints forward, knocks the head of one of the vamps back with her fist, spins around and drives a stake into his chest. There’s an explosion of dust. “Told y’all,” she smiles wickedly. “I like wood.” “Fuck,” Dean says. Unbelievable, this whole scene. Not one of the vamps even stumbled after the dead man’s blood ripped into them. And Angel and Faith are clearly protecting him and Sam, yet leaving them room to do what they came here to do. They had a kind of military precision. They were strong, fast – unbelievably so. Faith spins and kicks and Angel just stands solid, taking out whatever comes his way with what seems like a flick of his wrist. A werewolf bounds out of the woods, heading for Sam. Angel steps in front of it, snatches it out of the air and twists its neck. A strangled yelp and it’s toast. Dean stabs a vamp in the gut and the thing grins up at him, evilly. He should have taken the wooden stakes when he had the chance. Faith tosses him one and after two, okay, three stabs at the thing, it explodes. He meets Sam’s eyes then and they both realize: this is the real deal. A Slayer and a vampire with a soul. He and Sam aren’t alone, after all, not at all. ** PART V The killing was done, it was over and done, and it was good. Dean loves the hunt and the kill, what’s not to love? Sam does too, much as he would never admit. And Angel, whatever he was thinking, it wasn’t that he hated killing. He was clearly so damn good at it. They drop Sam off at the motel. Dean mumbles something about wanting to decompress, have some more drinks, and Sam is eager to get off the hook on that, but he fights the idea of Dean just going off with a couple of strangers, one of them a vamp. “I’m going, Sam, don’t baby me,” Dean says, knowing his brother needs the reassurance. “I need to work off the energy. I’ll be fine. Look, I have my cell phone. You can call me. I’ll call you if I run into trouble but I won’t. I just wanna get laid.” Sam gives in with a quiet frown. He’s too tired to fight Dean knows that Sam will flop down on his twin bed and be out before Angel guns the motor, taking him and Faith away, free in the wind in the back of the truck, hollering at the top of their lungs with bloodlust. She tastes like earth. Back at Angel’s shoddy motel room, Angel sits in the leather chair near the window and smokes a cigarette, just watching. Dean takes Faith’s clothes off slowly. He’s spinning, like the room, and therefore clumsy. Plus, he’s not used to having an audience. Condoms are spread out on the bedspread, like colorful confetti. Faith isn’t just some bimbo, and this makes him a little nervous, too. If the tequila hadn’t dulled his inhibitions, he’d have to really rethink this. Faith isn’t ready to worship his pretty eyes and his smooth talk, she’s got his number, and she could break his face as well. Her hair is loose and wild from the ride and there are dried bits of leaves in it. Dean wants to worship every inch of her. Angel’s approval and possible arousal at the two of them is a bonus. He’ll think about the rest tomorrow. There’s no light but the glow of the cigarette butt and a slanting streetlight through the ratty curtains. Angel is the biggest presence in the room. Dean tries hard to block him out and just do his thing. He preens as Faith strips him down to his boxers and lets her admire him. He takes strength from it. He kisses her as languidly as she allows. He caresses the underside of her arm, kisses her wrist, licks the side of her neck before fingering the thin line of her underwear. She encourages him with several moans and he can feel that she’s wet already. When he finally has her naked, she arches back down on the bed and spreads herself out. He sucks each nipple in turn before moving down to tongue between her legs, perfect French kisses that end with his tongue delving inside. Faith’s gasps are supremely gratifying. Her fingers clench in his hair and he lifts his head. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Angel, his fly undone, stroking himself hard. Dean swallows a smile. Faith pulls him up and yanks his boxers down, hooking her foot in them to bring them deftly off over his feet. Then she reaches out for Angel. Angel stands and pulls off his shirt. Dean turns to look and to admire the pale, solid chest. He can’t see anything of Angel’s eyes but a shadowed smudge. There’s a tense moment then, as Angel and Faith communicate something, negotiate their positions with stares. Angel ignores her outstretched hand and runs his own hand along Dean’s back. Dean shudders. Angel whispers in Dean’s ear. What it is, exactly, Dean can’t be sure. His senses are playing games with him, and Faith is muttering dirty things to distract him. Before he can let his brain scream no way are you going to let a demon touch you… he says instead, “Yes. Oh god, yes.” And Faith says, “Yeah, oh yeah, Angel,” just as Dean nudges her thighs further apart and kneels between them. He knows to hold still, knows to wait for Angel. He hears the sound of Angel slicking up his fingers. Faith rolls a condom on him, and he’s still not even sure that this is really happening until Angel’s arm snakes around his chest, bracing him, letting his fingers trail down between Dean’s ass and then up and in. Angel wastes no time, two fingers, deep, but slick and Faith is watching Dean’s face, hungry and hot, sweat plastering her dark hair back from her face. Man, she is beautiful, Dean thinks, and then Angel presses hard across his prostate, and he’s really okay with this. With Angel’s hand on his hip, guiding him, he slides inside Faith -- and have girls always been this hot and this wet? She bucks her hips up to meet him. “Yeah, just like that,” she says. She gazes over his shoulder at Angel. Again with the secret stares, but Dean’s buried inside her and he doesn’t care so much. Dean feels her hands on his ass and God, she is spreading him, stilling him for Angel. This is so fucked up. Angel’s hand grips his shoulder and fucked up or not, Dean finds himself pushing back, wanting it -- wanting to plunge forward into Faith and back onto Angel’s cock. There it is; the burn as Angel enters him, mitigated by the smooth feel of a condom. Slow, but all the way. Angel is going to make him take it all. Faith’s hips are more insistent against his and she’s going to make him come right then and there. “Stop,” he begs her, and then says to Angel, “Please… please.” Angel obliges and saws his hips back and forth, pushing Dean with him, and between them, Dean is like a conduit, they’re fucking him, but also fucking each other, and he can’t move or he’ll come. Angel forces him to the edge anyway, the edge where Faith is waiting. Dean can’t let her hang, so he tries for a rhythm, grapples with it, then hits his stride. Angel growls behind him, not quite a human sound and fucks him harder. Dean focuses on Faith, sliding a hand between their bodies to let his fingers rub against her clit and when he feels her tighten around his cock, he lets himself go too and comes with sobs in his throat. Faith holds him tightly, letting Angel continue, pulling them both down on top of her, not allowing Dean much movement in her vice-like grip. “Come on, Angel, baby, come for us,” she whispers. Dean can hear the sound of Angel’s thighs slapping against his ass, insistent and rough before he slows and gentles, his cock swelling and pulsing before he slides to the side and the three of them settle into a tangled ball on the bed. ** PART VI Dean wakes to an insistent buzzing sound. “Phone,” he mutters at the same time Faith does. “Ha, it’s yours,” he gloats, but all he gets is a dirty look out from beneath the rat’s nest of her hair. “Fuck,” Faith sits up. “He’s gone. Shouldn’t be surprised, and I’m not. But now I’ll have to face the music.” Dean pretty much ignores the cryptic. He has problems of his own. And he’s mighty relieved, all things being equal, that Angel is gone. Easier that way. What he needs now is a medic. “I can’t fucking move.” Faith’s smoke-rasped laugh drowns out the sound of birds chirping outside in the sunlight. Mascara rings her eyes making her look like a junkie. “I can imagine,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Angel’s only serious relationships were with other vampires, Slayers or werewolves. He’s not used to having to take it easy.” “You call that taking it easy?” Dean smirks to cover the wince. A hot shower feels great and washes a lot of blood, dirt and soreness away. He’s nearly a new man when he comes out of the bathroom, pulling his dusty t-shirt over his head. A lucky thing he’s decided to dress since it’s now a party. Two people dressed for success are standing in the middle of the wrecked room. Faith’s arms are crossed and she doesn’t bother to cover her panty-clad butt, just stands there in underwear and tank top. She looks pretty pissed. Trouble, Dean thinks, but not mine. He wonders how Sam slept and if he’s had breakfast. He can grab coffees and show up with a smile in case Sam is pissed he stayed out all night. Their hotel can't be more than a mile away if Faith isn’t inclined to give him a ride. One of the suits is a woman and she looks Dean up and down. “Nice night, Faith?” “Yep, just me and him, banging boots until the break of dawn.” “So there’s been no sign of Angel?” The other suit speaks, but his tone is sharper, colder, his eyes pure steel. “No, Wes, not a sign. Not a portent. Not a whiff of rumor on the wind.” Faith sniffs at him to make her point. “We’d heard wrongly then. Come Lilah, let’s go.” “Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out,” Faith calls out after them, but it doesn’t have any sting in it. She roughly stuffs her clothing in a worn duffel bag. “What the fuck with you people?” “Long story. I’ll explain in the car. I need to hitch a ride with you and your brother.” “Wait, hold on. This wasn’t part of the deal. I move on, always, after…” “Oh, whatever. I don’t want to have your babies, idiot. Let me tell you something, though.” “This really ought to be good,” Dean says, not believing it for an instant, but wondering if she’ll surprise him again. “You know that little demon you’ve been hunting? The one that killed your poor mommy and daddy and wants to get its hands on your baby brother?” Dean stares. “Yeah, I thought so. Well, those two lawyers represent him. Him and lots of others like him.” “What are you saying?” Dean asks sharply. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, or what game you’re playing at…” “Angel found you and your bro to warn you, to see where your dad’s book is going to lead you next and set up something for your family-friendly demon. I think he’s grown a soft spot for you, too. You remind him of someone he used to…” Faith scratches her head and her hair flies around her head, Ladylike, this one is not. She bends to pull on a pair of jeans. “We’re doing okay on our own, don’t need –“ “Yeah, you’re tough I know,” she interrupts. “But this is bigger than you or me, it always is. And it’s well-represented. Evil lawyers want Angel on their side, like yesterday. And Angel just wants to mourn his dead, brood his broodypants off, but he needs a mission, he needs to be saving people. He needs us.” “You’ll get it,” Faith continues airily, as if Dean’s already on board. She slings her bag over her shoulder. “Angel will probably be there at the next spot on your travel itinerary; he’ll want to see for himself. Let’s get your brother and go. We have a lot of work to do if we want to vaporize this mother.” Dean follows her out into the sunshine, which seems far too bright for what’s happened in the last 24 hours. She knows about the demon, she knows about his parents, she knows… He wants to know what else she knows. Dean has always been able to go with the flow, think on his feet, and believe in the unbelievable. It’s a special talent, one could say. And Faith is a hot little number… and Angel… Plus, he’s got new leads on the demon, and he’s doubled the size of his army. “Let’s get one thing straight right off,” he says to Faith. “I do the driving.” **end**

Chris answered the phone on the first ring. “Hey Zach, what’s up?” “I need to get out of LA.” “Why, what’s going on?” “It’s the fucking paparazzi. I’m about to lose it.” “And you’re calling me for advice?” “It’s worse than ever, Chris! I can’t take it anymore. They keep catching me at my absolute worst! The other day, Noah knocked my water bottle out of my hand, and now there’s a website called ZacharyQuintoPeedHisPants.com.” Chris winced. “Ouch. Look, Zach, first of all, don’t go on the internet, how many times have I told you that? And secondly, just do what I do.” “What, wear the same thing every day and run when you see them?” “Funny. Seriously though. Fuck ‘em.” “I tried that, Chris, it didn’t end well.” “Ew, and so totally not what I meant.” “Any other helpful suggestions?” “You want to get away like you said? Come camping with me.” “Camping.” “Yeah, I’m going this weekend with a few friends. Come with!” “You go camping?” “Sure.” “I was thinking more of a spa weekend.” “Camping is kinda like a spa weekend.” “How is camping like a spa weekend?” “Umm…there’s mud?” “Yeah, no.” “Zach, picture it! You can chill on top of a mountain or something, do your salute the sun yoga bullshit, it’ll be great. Very cleansing.” “I’m not convinced.” “Fine, go to the spa. I’ll go commune with nature and you go get rubbed down by a muscular guy named Sven.” “Sounds good to me. Later, Chris. Thanks for the help.” “Hey, wait! Zach? Dammit.” Chris slipped the phone back into his pocket and flagged down a passing salesman. “Excuse me, could you help me out? I need some camping gear.” * * * “Zach, come camping with me!” Chris tried to sound enthusiastic, but he was pretty sure it came out as an enthusiastic whine. “I thought we already went over this.” “My friends flaked out on me,” Chris said. Zach could almost picture the pout. “Fine.” “What? Really?” He hadn’t thought that would work, not when Zach couldn’t even see the puppy dog eyes. “Sure.” “What happened to spa weekend?” “Sven’s off this weekend.” “So?” “So, he has very skilled hands, okay?” “Please stop there. So, um, I’ll pick you up on Friday afternoon?” “Sounds good.” “Do you have camping stuff?” “I’ve got an old sleeping bag. What else do I need?” What else did he need? Chris had spent approximately five hours and $500 on camping gear for this little adventure. “Yeah, okay, I’ve probably got everything else we need, so I guess I’ll just pick you up then.” “See you Friday.” * * * “What the hell are you wearing?” was the first thing Chris asked Zach as he slid into the passenger seat. It was a valid question. Zach appeared to be wearing some combination of long underwear, plaid flannel, a puffy vest, a scarf and a straw hat. And that was just above the waist. “What? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” “Well, I guess we’re going camping, so it’s not like anyone’s going to see us,” Chris said, mostly to himself. “Oh please,” said Zach, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, look at you. You look like you just stepped out of the L.L. Bean catalogue. Is there anything you’re wearing right now that’s not Northface?” Chris frowned. Maybe he shouldn’t have let the sales guy convince him that he needed special sweat-resistant boxers for a weekend camping trip. “Where are we going anyway,” Zach asked, fiddling with the radio as they pulled onto the freeway. “Let me guess, you entered ‘mountains’ into your GPS and just went from there.” “I got a recommendation from a friend. Supposed to be some cool campsites, real remote, you know, no RVs and shit.” “Bathrooms?” “Uh… I didn’t really ask about that.” They both looked a bit stricken. Maybe they hadn’t really thought this through. “Is it too late to go to the spa?” Zach asked. “We’re not going to the spa. We’re going to pee in the woods like real men.” “It’s not the peeing I’m worried about.” “I brought a collapsible spade.” “A what?” “You know. For digging a hole…” Zach glanced at his watch. “One minute and fifteen seconds before the conversation turns to poo. I think that’s a new record even for you, Pine.” “Thanks, Spock.” “No problem.” The ride was a few hours long, and they spent the time in pleasant conversation, only occasionally reverting to toilet humor. Sure, Chris almost had to pull off the freeway to physically stop Zach from turning off the classic rock station and attempting to assault him with Lady Gaga, but the only real incident came when Zach almost ran them into the median trying to muffle Chris before he could sing one more verse of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. (Chris was secretly pleased that he made it to 87 bottles without hitting any passing semis in the process). They fell silent when they drove into the mountains, in awe at the beauty surrounding them. The road twisted along the mountainside, affording breathtaking views of the valleys and the clear blue sky. The windows were down, and the cool, late afternoon breeze felt amazing on their skin after the stifling heat of LA. “I could get used to this,” Chris mused. “Huh?” Zach had drifted off and he ran a hand over his eyes, groggy with sleep. “Did you fall asleep? Come on, man, it’s 5:00 in the afternoon. The fresh air is supposed to wake you up!” “I know,” Zach said, tipping his head back against the headrest. “It’s just so soothing, you know?” Chris didn’t say anything else, letting Zach fall back asleep for the remaining half-hour of their trip as he reveled in the silence and beauty of the drive. Zach awoke to the crunch of gravel underneath their tires as they pulled into the campsite. They’d gotten lucky, and the campground was practically deserted. They’d reserved a nice corner site and could just barely glimpse a few tents off in the distance. They climbed out of the car and stretched, and Chris promptly walked across the campsite to relieve himself behind a tree. “Chris, come on! Be a little civilized!” “Zach! We’re camping! The whole point is to be away from civilization! Hell, you could pee on yourself all you want here and the paparazzi would never catch you!” Zach’s darkened in a scowl. “Not cool, man, not cool.” “I’m just saying, this is your chance. Live a little!” Zach mumbled that he did quite enough living in LA, thank you very much, but the truth was, he had to pee too, so he shrugged and walked away to go against a different tree. He wondered idly if urine was bad for the environment. “Um, what are you doing?” Chris asked five minutes later, when he glanced over to see Zach sitting on the trunk of the car, fiddling with his iPhone. “I’m googling to see if urine is bad for the environment.” “Oh hell no,” Chris said, swiping the phone out of his hand. “No internet!” He glared at Zach, then swung his arm out, gesturing to the campsite and the woods beyond. “Look at the beauty all around you.” Zach dragged his gaze away from Chris and looked. And yeah, okay, it was beautiful. Trees reached up to the sky, and when he actually listened, he was amazed at how many birds he could hear, chirping and calling in the treetops. “Now come on, get up and help me set up our campsite.” The campsite was spacious, with a firepit in the middle and a few large logs to serve as benches. Between the fire circle and the tree line was a large flat patch of leaves and grass that would serve as the perfect spot for their tent. Chris popped open the trunk and beamed at the sight of all of the shiny new camping gear, most of it still in its packaging. He rubbed his hands together and tried to figure out which one was the tent. Zach had wandered off to look around, and he returned to find the tent in a pile on the ground while Chris stood over it, holding the directions and looking comically perplexed. “Hey, mountain man! How’s it going?” “Ummm…I don’t really understand what goes where.” “Oh Chris. That’s what you get for not paying attention in Sex Ed.” Chris ignored him and picked up a pole from the ground. “No seriously. It says this pole is supposed to go into something….but I’m not sure what.” Zach looked at him for a minute, shook his head, muttered “too easy”, and swiped the directions out of Chris’s hands. “Hey!” “Why don’t you let me handle this, while you go do something…manly.” “Like what?” “I don’t know. Chop down a tree or smash rocks together or something.” “I’ll make a fire!” Zach looked at him. “Chris, do you have any idea how to build a fire?” “Sure. Collect wood, light a match. Boom, fire.” “Uh-huh. Good luck with that.” “Have fun pitching a tent,” Chris called to him as he wandered away. Ten minutes later, Zach was kneeling on the ground in front of the tent, grinning as he zipped up the door with a flourish. He stood up and caught a glimpse of Chris, tromping across the campground proudly carrying a medium sized log of firewood. Behind him trudged a large man wearing denim overalls and a flannel shirt, sporting a grey beard, and carrying an armful of logs. “Hey, Zach!” Chris called cheerily. “You found firewood?” Zach asked. Chris gestured over his shoulder to the man behind him. “I found Jed!” Zach raised an eyebrow. Jed dumped the wood next to their firepit and wiped his hands on his overalls before extending one to Zach. “Jed.” “Zach. Nice to meet you.” “Your friend here mentioned that you boys could use a little help getting the fire going.” Oh he did, did he, thought Zach. Chris had always been good at creative problem solving. “My friend could use all the help he can get,” said Zach, ignoring the glare that Chris shot him. “Well, I had some extra firewood, so I figured I’d lend a hand. This here’s some tinder,” he said, tossing a small clump of bark and grass into the firepit. “Now just collect some small sticks, set them loosely over the tinder, light a match, and you should be good to go.” Chris bit his lip. “Um, Jed, do you have a couple matches you could lend us?” Zach rolled his eyes, but Jed just let out a booming laugh. “What were you planning to do, son, rub two sticks together?” Chris looked bashful. Zach almost felt bad for him, but truth be told, he was really enjoying this Jed guy taking him down a peg. Jed smacked Chris on the shoulder before handing him a pack of matches out of his pocket. “Well, good luck, boys” he said jovially. “Me and Doreen are just across the campground over there, so you just give a holler if there’s anything else you need!” He glanced around their campsite with an assessing gaze, appearing rather skeptical regarding their chances at wilderness survival. Zach was momentarily thankful that the tent wasn’t still in a pile on the ground. Finally, Jed gave them a salute and turned to lumber back across the campground. They watched him go, waiting until he was almost out of sight before they turned to each other with grins that quickly turned into giggles. “Dude. That guy rocks,” said Chris. “Seriously. Where did you find him? Now that, Christopher, is a real mountain man.” “I know,” Chris said wistfully. “Ahhh!” He shrieked, dropped the log he was holding, and started jumping around, shaking his arms. “Get it off, get it off!” He ran his hands through his hair frantically as Zach stepped closer, concerned. “Is that what you’re freaking out about?” Zach asked, pointing at the ground, where a daddy longlegs was slowly making its way across the log. “Eeep!” Chris said, backing up a few steps. “Kill it!” Zach rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah. You’re destined to be a true mountain man, Chris. Jesus.” Zach didn’t mention how happy he was to see that the spider was walking away from them. It took the entire pack of matches but, following Jed’s instructions, they managed to get the tinder lit and a small fire going just as darkness began to fall. Chris threw a couple of the larger logs onto the flame. (The spider log lay untouched at the edge of the firepit, neither of them feeling compelled to prove their manliness by picking it up). Chris stood at the edge of the campfire, his hands raised above his head. “Woohoo! I have made fire!” Zach rolled his eyes. “Actually, Jed made fire. We’d be sitting around your car’s cigarette lighter right now if it was up to you.” “Okay, Grumplestiltskin, are you done harshing my buzz?” “I’m starving. What’s for dinner, by the way?” Chris grinned and walked over to the car. He came back with his arms full of cans, which he dropped at Zach’s feet. “Beans!” he announced proudly. Zach gave him a look of disbelief. “I’m sorry, for a minute there, I thought you said our dinner consisted of beans.” “Zach, I’m trying to have an authentic experience here. We’re going to cook beans over the fire – you know, like cowboys! It’s gonna be awesome!” Zach covered his face with his hands and made a conscious decision to practice tolerance in the face of delusion. He took a deep breath. “Okay, Chris. Where’s the pot to cook the beans in?” he asked, his voice slightly muffled by his hands. “We’re going to cook them in the cans! Like-“ “Please don’t say ‘like real men’.” Chris was silent. “Okay, then where is the can opener?” Chris was still silent. Zach peeked at him from between his fingers. Chris was looking off into the distance with a confused expression. He glanced at Zach nervously. “Uh…” “Chris. Would you mind explaining to me how we are going to eat cans of beans without a fucking can opener?” “Ummm…” With a frustrated sound, Zach got up and walked over to the car. A minute later, he stomped back to the fireside carrying two bottles of red wine. He sat down on a log and pulled a corkscrew out of his pocket. “So…” Chris said hesitantly, “we have a corkscrew, but no can opener?” “Priorities, Christopher,” Zach said as he gripped the bottle between his knees. He gave a few twists, pulled out the cork, and lifted the bottle to his lips. He paused and glanced at Chris. “I suppose it’s too much to expect that you actually brought something as functional as cups?” Chris bit his lip and shrugged. Shaking his head, Zach brought the bottle the rest of the way to his mouth and took a long pull. He wiped a hand across his lips, setting it down with a satisfied sound, then he turned to Chris again. “So let me get this straight. No can opener, no pot, no cups…what the hell did you spend $500 dollars on? Sweat-resistant boxers?” He laughed when he noticed the blush creeping up Chris’s neck. “Look, why don’t you just go ask Jed if he has a can opener?” “No, I’m not going to go ask Jed if he has a can opener! He already thinks I’m an inept city boy!” Zach set the bottle down and looked at him. “Christopher. You are an inept city boy.” “And what, just because you’re wearing plaid, you’re some kind of Boy Scout now?” “I set up the tent, didn’t I?” “You brought wine on a camping trip.” “And you’re not getting any.” Chris looked so mournful that Zach couldn’t help but take pity on him, and he reached over to nudge Chris’ shoulder with the bottle until he took it with feigned reluctance. He lifted the bottle to his lips for a long swig, and set it down with a mischievous grin. “So, Zach. Know any good campfire songs?” * * * “No, no, then it’s ’I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck, with a pink carnation and a pickup truck’…” “No! You missed a verse!” Zach reached over and grabbed the second bottle of wine from Chris, who was slumped against the log playing an imaginary guitar…or maybe it was a banjo, it was hard to tell. “No, that’s how it goes!” Chris insisted. “You forgot ‘Well, I know that you’re in love with him, ‘cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym,’…” “Oh shit, you’re right!” Chris exclaimed, straightening up and joining in. ‘We both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues, whooooooooooo!’ “Zach, Zach, shhhhh…” Chris said, laughing and trying to cover Zach’s mouth. “You’re gonna wake up Jed!” he whispered loudly. Zach collapsed into a fit of laughter. “And Doreen!” he whispered back, giggling. “And you know how Doreen needs her beauty sleep!” The fire was dying down, and Chris drained the last few sips of wine from the bottle, tipping his head back and swallowing enthusiastically. Zach’s eyes traced the line of his throat, locking onto the sight of his lips wrapped around the bottle, and he swallowed dryly. He shook his head and wondered idly if he was too drunk, or not drunk enough. Chris dropped the bottle and turned to him with a wine-stained smile. He stood up shakily and Zach winced as he swayed slightly toward the fire before turning to stumble away into the darkness. Zach assumed he was just taking another piss, so he was a bit surprised to hear the car door slam and to see Chris walking back triumphantly carrying a long stick and a bag of marshamallows. “Check it out! Marshmallow time!” Zach was ready with a smart remark about processed sugar when he realized that they actually hadn’t eaten anything yet – having chosen to drown their sorrows about the lack of food in two bottles of red wine instead. So, sustenance was probably a good idea, even if it had to come in the form of sticky white processed blobs. Chris shoved a marshmallow onto the end of the stick and thrust it directly into the fire. Zach shook his head. “That is not how you toast a marshmallow.” Chris gave him a sideways glance. “How would you know? Oh, please tell me you actually were a Boy Scout!” “Close. Church camping trip.” Chris laughed and pulled his flaming marshmallow out of the fire, blowing on it frantically “Whatever, this looks amazing.” “That looks like a burnt turd.” Chris chomped into it and made a face. “Mmmm,” he said, chewing slowly, black flakes of ash falling from his lips. “’s delicious,” he said through the mouthful of charred goo. “Yeah, right,” muttered Zach, who could only look on in disbelief as Chris burned the crap out of three more marshmallows, enthusiastically consuming each one. The fact that he was licking his lips and extending his tongue to lick every bit of clinging marshmallow from the stick made the sight slightly more palatable, but Zach couldn’t quite keep his disgust from showing on his face. By the end of the third marshmallow, Chris looked a little ill, and Zach wasn’t surprised when he handed over the stick and mumbled, “Your turn.” Zach took the stick with a smirk. “Now I’ll show you how a real man makes a marshmallow.” “No, that was how a real man makes a marshmallow,” Chris insisted, pointing to the flame. “What you’re about to show me is, I don’t know, probably how Martha Stewart makes one.” Zach ignored him. “Keep it up, buddy, and see if I let you have a taste of my gourmet marshmallow.” He held the stick over the fire pit, keeping it away from the flame and resting it a few inches above a patch of glowing embers where the fire had died down. He watched it carefully until a small wisp of smoke began to rise, then turned it, repeating the process until every side was a uniform golden brown. He held it up between them with a grin. “Check that out. That is perfection.” He bit into it and groaned in satisfaction. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said, nodding. “Crunchy on the outside, gooey on the inside,” he said, licking marshmallow from his upper lip. He glanced over at Chris, whose was staring at his mouth – at the marshmallow, Zach amended – firelight dancing in his widened eyes. “So good,” Zach said, shoving another marshmallow onto the stick. He felt Chris’s eyes on him as he held the marshmallow to the embers again, turning it carefully until it was done, then lifting it and examining it closely in the firelight. “Hell yeah,” he said, “who’s going into the marshmallow toasting hall of fame, bitch?” Chris rolled his eyes. Zach would view marshmallow toasting as a competitive sport. Zach held up the stick between them, twirling it so Chris could get a good, long look at the golden color and perfect consistency, then locked his eyes on Chris as he held it to his mouth and took a bite. He let his eyes roll back in his head a little as the sweet, smoky taste of the marshmallow coated his tongue. When he lowered his gaze, Chris was looking at him intently, eyes flicking briefly to the marshmallow. Zach quirked an eyebrow and nodded his head slightly, keeping the marshmallow stick raised to his mouth. Chris leaned forward slowly, licking his lips in anticipation. Zach opened his mouth to get another taste, and Chris surged forward, biting into the marshmallow from the other side. Zach’s eyes widened in shock as their lips brushed, and neither of them pulled away. A spark shot through Zach’s body as their eyes met over the marshmallow, the intensity of Chris’s gaze searing straight to his core. He pulled the stick out from between them, tossing it aside, and pressed his tongue into the marshmallow that remained trapped between their mouths. Relief quelled his momentary panic when he felt Chris’s tongue against his, fighting through the marshmallow to find its way into Zach’s mouth. Zach moaned and brought his hands up to wrap them around the back of Chris’s head, pulling him closer as their tongues lost and found each other again amongst the warm sugary goo. They broke apart, smiling nervously as they licked their lips and swallowed the remaining marshmallow. They shared a look, then lunged for each other again, kissing and clutching, heedless of their sticky hands and the log pressing uncomfortably into their sides. The kiss was hard and deep, like they were chasing the taste of marshmallow as far as they could, swiping their tongues against teeth and cheeks before tangling them together again. Zach felt Chris’s grip on his neck and in his hair, possessive and needy, and felt a thrill surge through him. Finally, they broke the kiss to catch their breaths, foreheads pressed together as their chests heaved in tandem. “Tent?” Zach asked quietly, unsure. “Yeah, but-“ a pained look crossed Chris’s face, “we have to get the sleeping bags.” Zach pulled reluctantly out of Chris’s grasp and practically ran to the car to grab the sleeping bags out of the trunk. Back at the tent, Chris yanked his state-of-the-art sleeping bag out of its packaging – he’d been secretly hoping the temperature would plummet to negative 20 degrees just so he could test it out - then turned his attention to the lumpy sack that held Zach’s. “Jesus, Zach, how old is this thing?” Chris asked, his voice shaky and breathless. “I don’t know, I think it was Joe’s. I found it in my closet.” Zach really just wanted to skip ahead to the part where the sleeping bags were out and they were rolling around on them. Chris dumped out the sleeping bag and immediately recoiled. He put his hands over his nose and mouth and kicked the sleeping bag toward the door of the tent. “What the fuck is that smell? Oh god, did Joe vomit in this thing? Get it out, get it out! Burn it!” Zach looked mournfully at the sleeping bag, but even he had to admit that it was rather rank. “It has sentimental value.” “That’s just great, it can have sentimental value back in the car, that thing is NOT staying in here!” “Where am I going to sleep?” “We can discuss that after you get this disgusting vomit bag out of my tent!” His voice had risen to what could probably be considered a shriek. Zach picked the bag up by two fingers and dragged it across the campground to dump it back in the trunk of the car. When he got back to the tent, Chris had unzipped his sleeping bag all the way. He motioned for Zach to lie down next to him. They lay side by side in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, before Zach felt brave enough to speak. “Chris,” Zach said softly, looking up at the ceiling of the tent. “What?” “Did my vomit sleeping bag kill the mood?” “Yeah, kind of.” “Damn.” Zach lay in silence for another moment, then turned to face away from Chris, hiding his disappointment and his wilting boner. Goddammit, how hard would it have been to buy a new sleeping bag? If he had, he could be making out with Chris Pine right now! He heard Chris shift behind him, felt a brush of fingers against his back, then Chris wrapped an arm tightly around his torso and propped himself up on an elbow. “Hey,” Chris whispered. “Hey,” Zach whispered back. Chris nuzzled into Zach’s neck and clutched his hand against Zach’s chest. “Maybe, uh…maybe we could try to revive the mood?” “You drunk, Pine?” Zach asked, only half joking. Chris shook his head. “I don’t think so.” And if he was, he was pretty sure he never wanted to be sober again. For Zach’s part, he could still feel the wine loosening his limbs and his inhibitions, but the remnants of marshmallow on his lips and the potential that he tasted there had sobered him up a little. “Kiss me, then,” Zach challenged. He kept his eyes on the side of the tent, but clasped his hand over Chris’s. Chris ducked his head down and pressed a kiss against Zach’s neck, his lips full and dry, then he flicked the tip of his tongue out to trace a path up, biting gently when he reached Zach’s earlobe. Zach shivered and turned onto his back, reaching for Chris. He pulled Chris down into a real kiss, opened his mouth and let Chris find his way inside with curious swipes of his tongue. Zach licked into Chris’s mouth, tasting teeth and lips and tongue and deciding that he never again wanted a kiss that wasn’t as sticky and sweet as this one. Zach felt lightheaded, almost dizzy as he focused all of his attention on the kiss and tried not to think about what this meant, what Chris wanted, and fuck, it didn’t matter, because he would be happy doing this for hours. But then Chris pushed himself up, panting, and tore off his fleece. He was straddling Zach now, looking down at him, at his kiss-bruised mouth and dark gorgeous eyes and – “Zach,” he breathed, “take off your fucking vest.” He scooted back as Zach sat up, yanking at the zipper of his vest, and together they fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. He was tugging his thermal over his head and Chris had to laugh, shaking his head. “There a reason you decided to wear twenty-five layers today, Zach?” he asked. Zach scowled at him as he tossed his remaining shirts across the tent. “Jesus, Chris, you think I thought we’d be doing this? Fuck,” he said, and reached forward to wrap his arms around Chris, pulling the blond down on top of him. He ran his palms over Chris’s back, unable to stop himself from putting his hands all over the smooth skin of his muscled torso. He gasped in surprise and pleasure as he felt their erections press together, feeling Chris tense up in his arms before he relaxed again, going so far as to slide his hips slightly against Zach’s. “Chris,” he breathed, exhaling sharply as Chris pressed into him again. “Did you, uh...did you bring any lube?” “No of course I didn’t bring any lube!” Chris hissed. “What, you think I thought we’d be doing this?” “Do you think –“ “Don’t you dare say it!” “-Jed has some lube?” Zach finished, trying unsuccessfully to stifle his grin, as Chris smacked him and they both dissolved into a fit of laughter. “Fuck you,” Chris whispered through his laughter, and he wiggled a hand under Zach, fingers slipping below his waistband. “Unnggghhh, Chris, fuck,” Zach gasped, as his brain short-circuited. When Zach regained his focus, Chris was holding himself up, arms muscles straining as he thrust wildly against his hip and groin. Zach pushed himself up to kiss him, to lick and nip at anything that he could get his mouth on, running his tongue up Chris’s bicep and biting at his collarbone. Chris barely noticed, and Zach found it unbelievably hot to feel his friend losing control, grinding frantically into him, focused only on how good the friction felt on his cock. He shivered as he heard the moans and grunts fall faster and louder from Chris's lips. “Ohh…uhhh….Zach…feels so fucking good…shit.” Zach gripped his ass and pressed back, saw Chris squeeze his eyes shut, and felt his body shudder against him as he came. Chris collapsed against his chest and Zach rather unceremoniously pushed him to the side, pawing frantically at his own fly. He shoved his jeans and boxers down over his hips and grabbed his cock, stroking himself hard and fast, just as frantic as Chris had been moments before. Chris pushed himself up on an elbow, leaning into Zach’s vision as Zach arched into his own hand. “Chris…guh…fuck…kiss me.” Chris leaned down to kiss him, or half-kiss him, really, trying to keep his tongue in Zach’s mouth and his eyes on Zach’s hand as it flew over his cock. God that was hot, he thought, watching Zach working at himself, and he held his breath as he watched Zach’s abs tense and his hips thrust one last time before he came with a shout. Zach made a move to wipe his hand on the sleeping bag. “Dude,” Chris said, grabbing his hand and thrusting a t-shirt into it. “I do not want your spunk on my $300 Northface.” “Really? You didn’t seem that worried about it when you came in your $30 boxers.” “Shut up and move over.” “Why?” “Just, move.” Zach scooted over and Chris slid up against his side, pulling half of the sleeping bag over on top of them. Chris rested his head on Zach’s chest as Zach curled an arm around his bare shoulders. “You’re really hot, Zach,” Chris mumbled into his chest. “I know you hear that all the time, I just…wanted to tell you.” Zach pulled him closer and rested his chin on Chris’s head. “Are you sure you’re not drunk?” he said, smiling. “I think I’m drunk again,” Chris said sleepily. “Goodnight, gorgeous,” Zach said. He pressed a kiss into his hair, closed his eyes, and let the sounds of the wilderness lull them to sleep. * * * Zach came awake slowly to the sounds of tires on gravel and the slam of a car door. Slowly, he took in his surroundings – the smell of nylon and sex, the taste of marshmallow and wine and Chris on his tongue. He heard the zip of the tent door and became aware of his pounding headache as Chris stuck his head in and exclaimed “We’re going hiking!” in a manner entirely too enthusiastic for Zach’s taste. “Fuck you,” Zach moaned, clutching his head. “Come on, get up!” Zach burrowed deeper into the sleeping bag. “It’s a beautiful day!” Chris grabbed the top of the sleeping bag and dragged it out of the tent, Zach and all. Zach squeezed his eyes shut against the sunlight that filtered down from the treetops. “I have a hangover, asshole, let me sleep.” “Really?! And here I thought you would be up before the dawn, doing yoga in a tree or something,” Chris said. Zach lifted his head and squinted a glare at Chris’s feet. “You do realize that our dinner consisted of marshmallows and red wine, right? Or did you, like, eat a squirrel while I was sleeping?” “Your attitude leaves something to be desired, Quinto. I got you something, but now I don’t think I’m going to share.” “Is it a bed? Oh my god, is it Sven?” Zach had never been on to let a hangover get in the way of sass. He heard the car door open, then footsteps, and then Chris dropped down onto the dirt beside him. He waved something in front of Zach’s face, something that smelled tantalizingly, impossibly like… “Is that coffee?” Zach reached one hand out of the sleeping bag and groped around as Chris pulled the paper cup out of his reach. “Coffee, fucker,” Zach said, slapping the ground. “Since you asked so nicely,” Chris said, rolling his eyes, but he took Zach’s hand and curled it around the coffee cup. “Now get up.” Zach briefly considered the physics of drinking coffee while lying with his head inside the sleeping bag, but, flexible as he was, he couldn’t quite figure it out, so he begrudgingly dragged himself up to sit cross-legged, taking a long sip of coffee like it was the answer to all of his prayers. Which it kind of was, at the moment. His stomach turned over with what was either nausea or hunger, he couldn’t quite tell. Chris grinned at him, and pulled something from behind his back. It was a box of Krispie Kremes, and yeah, that was definitely hunger. Zach couldn’t help but give Chris a grateful look. “You are a lifesaver,” he said, grabbing one out of the box and shoving half of it into his mouth. Chris raised an eyebrow. “So you’re okay that I didn’t go with the healthy option, then?” Zach was too busy drinking coffee through his mouthful of donut to answer. He swallowed with a satisfied groan and looked at Chris with his brow furrowed. “Chris, we’re in the middle of nowhere. How far did you have to go to get this stuff?” “’Bout an hour down the mountain and an hour back,” he said, grinning at the look of disbelief on Zach’s face. “Jesus, Chris…thanks.” “Well, you know…long journey part of gift and all that.” He ducked his head and blushed a little at the gratitude written across Zach’s face. When Zach finally felt human again (after three donuts and three-quarters of his extra large coffee), he stood up slowly, stretched, and opened his eyes wide enough to realize what Chris was wearing. “Are you wearing my vest?” he asked in disbelief. Chris shrugged. “I made it work.” He had, too. He must have only packed enough Northface for one day, because now he was wearing a red plaid flannel, with Zach’s puffy vest half zipped over it. It looked damn good on him. And it must have been something about their proximity to the bright blue sky that was making Chris’s eyes look like glacial pools, and it must have been something in the mountain air that was making Zach want to dive into them. “I like your style,” he managed, before he tore himself away, quickly occupying himself with picking up the sleeping bag and shoving it back inside the tent. Chris picked up the empty donut box and carried it over to the car. “Now come on, lazypants, I wasn’t kidding about that hike.” Zach rolled his eyes and followed Chris, reaching into his bag to pull out a hoodie to throw on over his t-shirt. He slammed the car door shut and turned to find Chris looking at him. A fleck of donut glaze had caught on the edge of Chris’s lip, and almost without thinking, Zach leaned forward to flick his tongue at it and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Any and all doubts he’d had about how Chris might feel in the light of day were quickly extinguished, as Chris pounced him, pressing him back against the car as he attacked Zach with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. He had an arm around Zach’s shoulders and his other hand slid under Zach’s hoodie, clutching at his t-shirt. Zach clutched back, returning the kiss until Chris pulled away, breathless, and rested his forehead against Zach’s shoulder. “Sorry,” he breathed. “I just…really wanted to kiss you.” Chris winced at how lame that sounded, but Zach just chuckled and said, “Oh please, you do not have to apologize for that. God, Chris.” He leaned down to kiss him again, softer this time, slower, and yeah, he couldn’t really imagine ever getting enough of this, and he really didn’t want to let go. Finally, Chris pulled away, lust lingering in his eyes as he smiled broadly and smacked Zach on the shoulder. “Let’s go!” “Go?” Zach had forgotten about the hike, thinking maybe Chris had revised the day’s planned events to consist solely of rolling around in the tent and going at each other, but apparently that wasn’t the case. He saw Chris looking dubiously at his feet. “Please tell me you packed something other than flip-flops.” Zach turned back to the car to pull a pair of hideous green and orange sneakers out of his bag and waved them in Chris’s direction. Chris wrinkled his nose. “Oh, you’re going to talk to me about shoe choice, now?” asked Zach. “Check these babies out,” Chris said proudly, gesturing to the brand-spanking-new Gortex hiking boots on his feet. “They’re 100% waterproof!” “Waterproof? What the hell kind of hike are you taking me on?” Zach asked suspiciously. “It’s gonna be awesome. Supposed to have the best views in the area.” Zach shook his head and mumbled something about a spa weekend as he pulled his shoes on and trudged after Chris, who may have actually been skipping in his excitement. * * * Chris clutched the map in both hands and looked around. “Ummm….” “Oh my god, Chris, please tell me we aren’t lost.” “We’re definitely on a trail…” Chris said, staring the map. “I’m just not sure if it’s one of these trails…” He looked up from the map, shrugged, and strode ahead. “I swear to god, Chris,” Zach called, hurrying to keep up with him, “if you got us lost…” Chris shoved some branches out of his way and disappeared around a bend. Zach chased after him. “Shit, remember that guy who had to cut his own arm off? Chris, I don’t want to have to cut my own arm off! Did you bring a knife? Ohhhhh…” Zach’s freakout was cut short by one of the most gorgeous views he’d ever seen – and he wasn’t even talking about Chris. They’d come to a break in the trees, a few meters before the ground dropped off, and the entire valley lay spread out beneath them. “It’s…beautiful,” Zach said in awe. Chris turned back towards him with a smile. “I know, right! Told ya!” Zach rolled his eyes as he walked closer to Chris, who stood almost at the edge. “You can pretend you planned this all you want,” he murmured, coming up behind Chris and sliding his hands over his hips, “but I know you just got lucky.” Despite his gruff tone, Chris could feel Zach smiling into his neck. “I did get lucky,” Chris said, smirking as he turned his head back to catch Zach’s lips in a brief kiss. Zach stood up straighter and shook his head, suddenly dizzy with the speed and uncertainty of everything that had happened since last night. They stood close together, looking at the view for a long moment, before Chris turned reluctantly back to the trail. “We’d better head back,” he said. “Got big plans tonight.” “Oh yeah?” asked Zach. “Don’t tell me – cold In ‘n Out burgers for dinner?” “Pshh, no! Way better!” He gave Zach a mysterious smile. “What? Come on, tell me!” He pinched Chris’ side, and Chris yelped. “Okay, okay, fine! Jed and Doreen invited us over to their campsite for stew.” “You’re kidding me.” “Nope! And dude. Unless you want marshmallows for dinner again – we’re going.” “We’re going,” Zach confirmed, and they headed back down the trail. * * * “Ow, fuck,” Chris said suddenly, sitting down on a boulder and clutching at his boot. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know. Blisters, I think. Fuckin’ hurts like hell.” “Sorry to hear that, Mr. 100% Waterproof.” Zach couldn’t help but grin a little smugly. “Come on, get up.” Chris got up, hobbled a few meters up the trail and stopped again, groaning. “I think I gotta take my shoes off.” “You can’t walk in bare feet, Chris. There are very pointy rocks.” “Then there’s only one other option.” “Which is?” “You have to carry me.” Zach looked at him for a minute. “You don’t even have blisters, do you? You just want me to carry your lazy ass down the mountain.” Chris stepped behind Zach and wrapped his arms around him. “Please, Zach? It’ll be a good workout! Work on those toned arms,” he said, running his hands down Zach’s forearms and then back up and around his shoulders. Zach couldn’t help but lean back into his touch. “Fuck. Fine. Jump on, I’ll probably collapse after five minutes with a heart attack, but whatever.” “Tie your shoes.” “What?!” “Tie them. I don’t want you to trip and drop me on my head.” “I’m pretty sure you’ve already been dropped on your head,” Zach mumbled, but he tied his shoes and braced himself as Chris jumped up onto his back. Chris actually wasn’t too heavy, and it was rather pleasant to have those strong arms wrapped around him and those lips dropping damp kisses onto his neck and lewd suggestions into his ear. “Hey, Chris?” “Yeah?” “Can you stop pressing your erection into my back? “That depends.” “Depends on what?” “Can you stop being so mind-breakingly attractive?” “You should see me when I’ve showered.” “I’d love to.” “I’m putting you down now.” “Why?” “Because we’re a minute away from the campsite and unless you want Jed to see you being carried around like a little princess, you probably want to walk the rest of the way on your own.” “Fine,” Chris grumbled, sliding off Zach’s back and giving him a slap on the ass for his troubles. * * * They wandered slowly back to their campsite after dinner, bellies full of stew that, contrary to Chris’s assertions, probably did not have squirrel in it. It was dark already, and neither of them quite had the inclination to build another fire. Zach reached out to tug at Chris’ hand. “C’mere, I want to show you something?” “What?” “Just come on. Something I found yesterday.” He led Chris through the trees at the edge of the campsite, pushing branches out of the way and stepping over logs along their path. “You’re not going to try to convince me that we’re going on a snipe hunt, are you?” Chris asked wryly. “No, shush. Here.” He stopped at the edge of a clearing and pointed up. There was a break in the tres and the lack of ambient light meant that they had a breathtaking view of the stars littering the night sky. Chris exhaled in wonder. “Beautiful.” “I know.” They stepped into the center of the clearing, and Zach cleared some sticks from a patch of ground. He sat down, pulling Chris with him. They lay on their backs, gazing up at the stars. Zach bumped his hand against Chris’ and grinned when Chris threaded their fingers together. Chris was the first to break the silence. “So. Are we bringing this back to LA with us?” he asked quietly. His gaze was fixated on the night sky, so he couldn’t see the expression on Zach’s face. “Well, like I said, Alma and me are gettin’ married….” Zach drawled. “What?” Chris turned his head, confused, then realization dawned. “Oh my god, are you…did you just make a fucking a Brokeback Mountain reference? I was trying to ask a serious question!” Zach rolled onto his side to look down at Chris, running a hand over his cheek. “Chris Pine, I wish I knew how to quit you.” “I wish I knew how to punch you,” Chris mumbled. “I’m sure Jed could teach you,” Zach teased. “That’s it,” growled Chris, punching Zach weakly in the arm and flipping him over onto his back. Zach leaned up to steal a kiss and Chris let him linger, pressing back with small kisses of his own. Finally Zach dropped his head back to the ground with a sigh and looked up past Chris, staring up at the stars. “I don’t know. I want to-“ he tightened his arms around Chris as if to prove it, “but I don’t know. Just...the paparazzi, and…” “If you’re worried that they’re gonna make a website called ZacharyQuintoIsTotallyBangingChrisPine.com, then you’ll be disappointed to know that it already exists. I checked.” Zach laughed, but didn’t turn to meet his eyes. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I do want this,” he said again, looking at Chris this time. “I just don’t know how we can make it work. And…I want it to work.” “It’ll verk,” Chris said, in some kind of terrible accent that had Zach smiling before Chris turned serious again. “We’ll figure it out.” “Okay,” Zach breathed, as if he could say no to those eyes, which drew him in even in the darkness. * * * Later, as they made their way through the forest back to the tent, Chris came up behind Zach and whispered in his ear. “Hey. I was wondering if you wanted to start a fire tonight?” Zach gave him a confused look. “Well, I…we don’t have any matches, do we?” he asked. The way Chris’s eyes twinkled in the darkness should have given Zach a clue. “No,” Chris whispered, “but I bet we could figure out how to rub two sticks together.” Zach laughed, smacked him on the shoulder, and pulled him back toward their tent at a run.

I could feel it like a torn muscle, like a missing tooth, as I forced myself to wake. The dream had been bad enough, but it had only been a dream. The hollowness I felt was real. "What is it?" mumbled Tisala sleepily, pushing her face against my shoulder. "I don't know," I said. Then, because I don't like to lie to the people I love, "Oreg." "Oreg?" repeated Tisala, sounding much more awake. "What's happened?" "Nothing," I said. "Yet." It was early morning, not an hour past dawn but already hot and sunny. The farmers were saying it would be a good summer. Last winter had been hard, but spring had brought plenty of rain for the new crops. Now the fields were full of ripening grain, and the woods brimming with green shade and the smell of growing things. The land was thriving. I'd brought Tisala home after our wedding, and ridden with her all over Hurog, forests and mountains, rivers and waterfalls. I'd shown her my land, and my love for it, and I'd shown her my love for her, again and again. Everything was well: or it would have been, if not for Oreg. "I'm going out," I said to Tisala, dropping a kiss on her nose and throwing back the covers. "I need ..." I paused, not entirely sure what I did need. "I know," said Tisala. "Go and talk to him: you'll feel better for it." I wanted to protest that it was Oreg who was feeling bad, not me: but I said nothing. "Love you," said Tisala, and yawned. "See you at breakfast, eh?" And, by the time I'd dressed, she was asleep again. * * * Oreg and I were not as closely bound, these days, as we had been before I killed him and broke the curse. He could leave Hurog, and me, without difficulty -- though he always returned. But even now that we were no longer magically connected, I could still find him, just as I could find anything -- or anyone -- that was lost. Finding Oreg was never difficult. And besides, I knew where he'd gone. High on the mountain above Hurog, two vast metal doors were set into the solid rock. They were broken and buckled now, as though some great force had wrenched them apart to uncover an ancient treasure. The bas-relief dragons on the doors were twisted out of all recognition. It was nearly five years since the doors had been forced open, but nobody had come to drag away the wreckage. They were probably afraid of the magic that could warp and blacken solid bronze. I knew the ancient treasure that had lain hidden here. I knew that Oreg had broken out. He was sitting on a rocky outcrop, near where the land fell away into the valley, gazing out into the distance. His gelding was cropping the grass nearby. The horse raised its head and whickered a greeting, but Oreg didn't turn around. All the way up the mountain trail I'd been thinking about what to say. When I'd first known Oreg, he'd always known when I was lying -- because of the curse, and because he knew me so well. Lately, I'd learned to lie by omission. But I didn't want to lie to Oreg now. And besides, he could read my dreams: had always been able to, though we seldom spoke of them. I'd been dreaming a lot, lately. He raised her hand to his lips, just as he'd done that night when I'd told her how I felt, and he'd interrupted our conversation. He was even wearing the same clothes he'd worn back then, in the rainy Oranstonian winter. But this time he did not merely brush his lips over her big, scarred hand before releasing it. This time he pulled her close -- they pulled each other close -- and when he kissed her again, it was full on the mouth. She was a head taller than he was, and she had to stoop to return his kiss. I was taller than either of them, and I strode forward, furious at them both. (Why furious? said that little voice in my head. Who are you jealous of?) I pulled them away from one another, a hand on Oreg's shoulder, a hand on Tisala's. I pushed them apart. I don't know what I'd been thinking of doing, but I found myself kissing her, ablaze with anger and desire. But it was all wrong. I knew, in the waking world, what it felt like to kiss Tisala: the tilt of my head to hers, the feel of her muscular, sensual body against mine. This was different. This was Oreg, lithe and slender and deceptively strong, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me back as hungrily as -- "It was only a dream," I said despairingly, to Oreg's back. "I'm sorry." Oreg turned his head, and gave me a brief, hurt look. "What are you sorry for, Ward?" "I love Tisala," I said: then, stammering slightly, "I've never thought of you like --" Oreg looked away. "Never while you're awake, you mean." I did not know what to say to that, not least because I wasn't sure if it was true. Oh, I'd never looked at him and wondered what it would be like, to desire a man instead of a woman: but it was easy enough to see why anyone, man or woman, might find Oreg desirable. He'd been a pretty youth, slender and sharp-boned, with those blue Hurog eyes that were almost violet: when the curse had taken hold, it had frozen him as that youth, to all intents immortal and invulnerable. Even now, from time to time, I had to fight back a surge of rage at the thought of what those long-dead Hurog lords -- my ancestors -- might have required of Oreg. What they had done to him. I could see the tension in Oreg's shoulders. He'd filled out, grown up, since the curse was lifted, but he was still shorter and slighter than me. Most people are. I didn't like to think that he might fear me. It was myself I was angry at, not him. I looked around for some distraction. It didn't take me long. The gelding was saddled and harnessed for a long journey, not just a quick ride up the mountain: a bulging saddle-bag hung across its withers. "Where are you going?" I said, trying to make it sound like a polite inquiry rather than an accusation. The feeling of wrongness, hollowness, intensified, until I thought I'd be sick. Oreg shrugged again. "I can't stay here," he said, not looking at me. "You've stayed --" He stood up, and turned to face me. "I can't stay here," he said, "if you're going to have dreams like that, and ..." He paused, and a peculiar expression crossed his face. I cocked my head, inviting him to continue: but that cool, deceptive smile of his was back, like a mask over his true feelings. It was a slave's smile, meant to pacify his master, and I hated it. "And charge up the mountain after me -- leaving behind your nice warm bed, and your beloved wife in it -- to apologise," said Oreg lightly. "It was only a dream, Ward: but maybe it's better if I go away for a while. Don't worry about it." I didn't think that was what he'd originally been going to say, but there was never any use in arguing with Oreg. "Where will you go?" I said. "Who knows?" said Oreg, still smiling. "It's a long time since I've been anywhere much except Hurog. Apart from to war with you, of course. I've a mind to see Avinhelle again, and the western sea." He was talking about a journey of months, perhaps years. I had had a great deal of practice at hiding my feelings. I hoped he couldn't see my distress. I had killed him, to break the curse. Somehow this felt more final. "What shall I tell everybody?" I said. "Tell them I've gone to seek my kin," said Oreg. "There are dragons in the western mountains, they say." Since the curse broke, Oreg had made several journeys into the mountains near Hurog in search of the dragons that he felt only as faint, far-away shimmerings of magical power. For the first time I wondered whether he took lovers, in his dragon-form. Did dragons know love, as men did? As most men did, anyway. I'd never seen Oreg courting a woman, though he was gallant and amiable with Tisala and my sister Ciarra. Once I'd started thinking about it, I couldn't stop. "There are dragons here," I said obstinately. "Tychis," said Oreg, rolling his eyes. "You," I said. Oreg was silent for a long moment. "It's not for ever," he said at last. "I'll come home again." He reached up and clasped my shoulder, briefly, as he came past me towards his horse. I put my hand over his for a moment, before he pulled away. * * * "Oreg's gone," I said without preamble, walking out onto the terrace where Tisala was lingering over breakfast. "What?" she said, setting down her cup and starting to rise. "What do you mean, Ward? Gone? Gone where?" I recounted the latter part of my conversation on the mountain, though I didn't mention what had sparked it. Tisala was fond of Oreg, but I didn't think she'd understand that Oreg could know what I'd been dreaming, much less the nature of what I'd dreamt. Not for the first time, I'd underestimated her. She simply looked at me when I'd finished speaking, and raised her eyebrows. "I knew he was going to leave," I said, though I hadn't truly known why. "I knew that I needed to go after him." "It was in your dream, wasn't it?" said Tisala. "You woke me up, tossing and turning and mumbling." "Mumbling?" I said, afraid that I'd been talking in my sleep. "You said 'Oreg'," reported Tisala. "And something about your ancestors. Is that what he was upset about? Is that why you let him go?" "He's not a slave," I said. "Not any more. He's free to do as he pleases." Tisala frowned at me. "But why does he want to leave Hurog? This is his home." "I didn't dream he was leaving," I said miserably, leaning back against the balustrade and rubbing my eyes. Oreg was riding south, towards Tyrfannig, skirting the steep rise of the crags. He hadn't crossed the river yet. I hadn't needed to think about finding him: I'd simply known where he was. "I dreamt ... I dreamt I was with him," I confessed. Tisala looked at me blankly. "Kissing him," I elaborated. Holding her gaze was one of the hardest things I've ever done. "And ... and more." Tisala smiled, and it felt like the sun coming out. I remembered all over again why I loved her. She laughed a little at my confession: not mocking laughter, but gentle amusement. "Sometimes, my love, I think you played the fool for too long," she said, standing. She came to my side, put her hand on my shoulder, and brushed her lips against my cheek. "I'm very much afraid that some of it may have stuck." "What do you mean?" I said. "Haven't you seen the way he looks at you?" said my wife. "Oreg loves you, Ward." There were a great many responses that I wanted to make to that statement, but I was too astounded to put any of them into words. "Don't you mind?" I asked instead. "Mind? Why should I mind? I've known it since I first met him." "But I love you!" I protested. "I know," said Tisala, planting another kiss on my cheek. She was standing in front of me now, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her body through her thin summer dress. "Does that mean you don't love Oreg?" she enquired. I shook my head, more from bemusement than denial. "If he loves me," I said, "why has he left?" "Did you tell him --" Tisala broke off, and frowned. "No, you didn't tell him about the dream," she said. "He already knew," I told her. "He ... Sometimes, he can read my dreams." Wondering, far too late, if he'd been privy to some of the more ... entertaining ... dreams I'd had about Tisala, before we were married. Her expression told me she'd had the same thought: but she did not mention it. "So he knew what you'd dreamt." I blushed. "And he thinks you don't love him," said Tisala, slowly, "because you went after him, but you didn't ..." She left the sentence unfinished, and cast her eyes towards heaven. "Which way did he go?" "South across the river," I said. "He said he was going to Avinhelle. Tisala, he wants to leave. I'm not riding after him on --" "No, you're not," said Tisala, grinning at me. "We are." * * * It was a fine day for riding, and under other circumstances I might have enjoyed it more. Tisala was a good companion, and Hurog a beautiful land. My brother Tosten was perfectly happy to wave us goodbye, call a few teasing remarks after us, and look after Hurog for a few days. Yet I couldn't stop thinking of Oreg: thinking of him, and of what he would say to me, when we found him. For I was sure that we would find him. "He wants to be found," Tisala had said earlier, as we forded the river. "You make him sound like a child playing at hide-and-seek," I said. "He's a mage," said Tisala. "So he must know that we're following him, by now." This much was obvious. I nodded. "And if he truly wished to escape us, he could use his magic to hide." I wasn't sure that Oreg could hide from me. I didn't think he'd ever tried. If he was trying now, it wasn't working. "If he wanted to hide from us," I said, "he'd turn into a dragon." "Exactly!" said Tisala, beaming. "And he wasn't a dragon when you -- I mean," and for the first time she faltered, looking at me uncertainly, "he was a man, wasn't he? On the mountain?" "Yes," I said. "He was a man." That simple statement brought it all back: my dream. Me kissing a man. Me kissing Oreg. "What seems worst, to you?" said Tisala, after another mile. "That you thought you'd given your heart to me, and now you find it divided? Or that you love a man, as well as a woman?" "It's Oreg," I said, which was no answer at all: but Tisala smiled at me as though it was. * * * Perhaps Oreg did want us to find him, but he didn't stop to wait for us. The northern summer days were long, and by sunset we were fifty miles from Hurog. I could feel the distance like an ache, feel Hurog behind us, to the north-east, pulling me back. And somewhere south-west, somewhere near, I could feel Oreg. We hadn't really spoken, Tisala and I, of what had brought us so far. I wasn't sure why she'd been so set on accompanying me. Perhaps she simply wanted to know what I said to Oreg, and he to me. Or perhaps she'd decided that, left to myself, I wouldn't say the right things, wouldn't bring him back. "Would you miss him, if he left us for good?" I asked her. We were riding through woodland now, the leaves a dark canopy overhead. In the dusk, pale shadows seemed to flit between the trees. I didn't know if they were ghosts, or tree-spirits, or simply tricks of the light. "I'd miss him," said Tisala. "Not as much as you would: but I like him." "In my dream," I said, as I'd thought of saying all afternoon, "he was kissing you. You were kissing him." I expected Tisala to laugh again, or perhaps to take offence. Instead, she gave me a long, thoughtful look. Was she blushing? In the dim light, I could not be sure. "Let's walk for a little while," she said at last: and before I could say anything, she'd brought Feather to a halt and dismounted. It would do the horses good to walk for a while, and I knew that Oreg was close, and would likely stop for the night soon. I slid off Pansy's back and stood for a moment, stretching the stiffness out of my spine. Tisala stepped up to me, very close, and I put my arms around her. "I love you, Ward," she said; and before I could answer her with an avowal of my own, she kissed me. Tisala is a tall woman, and she didn't have to stretch too much to pull my mouth down to hers. She tasted of the berries we'd picked and eaten, earlier that afternoon, and of herself. If I'd had any doubts about my love for her (which I hadn't) that embrace banished them. The way she pressed against me, the swell of her breasts under her thin shirt, the clean musky smell of her sweat, all made my blood surge and race in my veins. "Let's --" I murmured against her ear, quite ready to lay her down on the soft, leaf-strewn earth and make love to her as the evening settled around us. But just then Pansy's ears went back, and Feather reared up, nearly dragging the reins from Tisala's hand. The wood seemed much darker, and full of half-heard whisperings and shifting shadows. My body was still tingling from Tisala's embrace, and I felt dizzy with desire. I shook my head to clear it, but the dizziness remained. "Dragon," I breathed. Tisala's mouth set in a hard line for a moment: then she grinned. "Oreg," she said. I shook my head. I could find Oreg: he was not a mile from us, away to the north where a pinnacle of rock rose above the tree-tops. There was magic flowing all around him. I could feel it up and down my spine, a peculiarly intimate sensation as though someone's hand was touching my bare skin. Pansy could feel it too, and he wasn't happy. "He's used to Oreg," I said to Tisala. "It's something else." We mounted the nervous horses, and persuaded them on through the wood, towards the source of their fears: not an easy task, and one that took most of my attention. I was grateful for that. I didn't want to think about Oreg in danger, Oreg attacked. The trees thinned as we approached the rocky spire. Dimly, in the dusk, I could see something moving, something huge and dark. "Let's leave the horses," I said, as soft as I could, to Tisala. "They'll panic." We left them standing with their reins hanging loose, in case they needed to flee. Feather whickered in protest, and showed me the whites of her eyes. Pansy was made of sterner stuff, but he edged away from the clearing, into the sheltering gloom of the wood. Tisala took my hand as we left them behind, and I was glad of it. I had only ever seen two dragons: Oreg himself, and Tychis, my half-brother, who had not yet reached his full growth. The creature that faced Oreg across the clearing was much larger than Tychis. Even in the grey summer twilight, its scales -- coppery-gold along its dorsal spines, shading to an improbable turquoise on the soft leather of its wings -- seemed to glow. Its eyes were gold, too, and I would have sworn that they were luminescing in the dim light, like Oreg's eyes when he was angry. It spread its wings like a mantling hawk, and thrust its head towards Oreg. Oreg in dragon form was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, much more beautiful than the newcomer. He seemed a creature made from dusk, the myriad purples of his skin soft as velvet in the gathering dark. If he was concerned by the strange dragon's belligerence, I could see no sign of it. He peered at us out of one great violet eye, and hissed out a long breath. If he'd been human, it would have been a sigh. I was sure that the two dragons were speaking to one another. Magic was pouring off them, like water from a whale's back as he surfaces. The sensual, almost erotic charge of it made my skin prickle. But I could not hear what they were saying: their words made no sound. Tisala and I had halted, hand in hand, at the edge of the clearing. Neither of us said anything, but we were both staring in wonderment at the silent pair before us. Now the strange dragon seemed to notice us for the first time. Its head swung towards us like a great slow hammer, finally stopping when it was almost close enough to touch. The dragon looked at me -- I could have drowned in that eye -- and hissed like a huge cat, or like a snake. When its mouth opened I saw double rows of knife-sharp, bone-white teeth. Fast as thought, Oreg's head came round. He did not make any sound, but I could see his magic, like a cool violet glow, flickering over the bronze scales. Now Oreg's wings were half-open, too, and his dorsal spines were fully extended. I might have been afraid: but this was Oreg. He spoke, or they spoke: I could feel it, though I heard nothing. And then the clearing was full of beating wings, purple and turquoise and gold. I reeled back, still holding tightly to Tisala's hand. Her mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear her over the gale of noise. There was a twist of fear around my heart. Oreg had found his own kind, and he was leaving. But it was only the strange dragon who leapt up into the violet sky, the last of the sun catching its wings and striking bright, blue-green fire from the gleaming scales on its back. I could not help but stare after it, watching as it flew north towards the mountains. The clearing seemed very dark when I brought my gaze back to it. I could scarcely see the wavering rush of movement as Oreg the dragon coalesced into Oreg the man. Oreg snapped his fingers above his head to make a mage-light. The cool blue glow lit the whole clearing. He looked at me, and then at Tisala. "A nice evening for a ride in the woods," he said. "Perhaps you'd like to share my fire?" "You don't have a fire," said Tisala: but by the time she'd finished speaking, Oreg had snapped his fingers again, and a neat pile of tinder and dry wood, ringed with stones from the stream, had flared into life. I was impressed. Oreg smirked at Tisala, and made her a little bow. "My lady?" "Oreg," she said, smiling. "It's good to see you. And I'm sure the horses will think so too, assuming they aren't halfway to Estian." Oreg lifted his hands a little. "I wasn't expecting company," he said. There was a small, uncertain silence. I let it stretch. Years of playing the fool had taught me to wait. People sometimes said more than they meant, if you waited. "I'd better see if I can catch them," said Tisala pragmatically. "No, Ward, they're no trouble." And before I could make any protest, she was walking towards the edge of the wood, her shirt a white blur in the gloom. Oreg and I looked at one another for a long moment. "I hadn't expected both of you," said Oreg at last. "I wasn't going to come after you," I said. "I didn't think you'd want me to." Oreg looked away. "I'm not sure I did," he admitted. "But it's good to see you, Ward." I felt like a tongue-tied boy. But Tisala, wise woman, had absented herself for a reason -- to give us these few moments alone together. I'd ridden all day, ridden towards Oreg, with this moment in mind. It didn't matter if Oreg mocked me, or went quiet. I had to tell him how I felt. Most Shavigmen would have died rather than speak of love, but it was five years since my father's death, and I wasn't afraid. I wasn't. "Oreg," I said, and waited until he met my eyes. "I do love you." "I know," he said, nearly inaudibly. "You don't sound very happy about it," I said. "I know you love me, Ward," said Oreg. He sounded tired. "You've said so before. But do you love me the way I love you?" You never said anything, I wanted to protest: but I didn't want to argue with Oreg, not now. Instead, I stepped forward, and put my hands on his shoulders, and leant in to kiss him. Oreg pulled away. His hands were balled into fists. "You don't know what you're doing," he said desperately. "If you mean the practical side," I said, "I'm willing to learn." Oreg was staring at me; his back was to the fire, and his eyes were glowing in the deepening gloom. "Since Tisala is here," he observed, "I assume you've told her everything." "Tisala is smarter than me," I said, smiling. "Possibly smarter than you, too." Oreg snorted. "So what is this?" he said. "Have you convinced yourself you have to play out the dream, to be rid of it? Or do you imagine, do you think I've cast some spell on you?" He kept his voice down, but I could see him shaking. "Or is this your way of looking after me, like any other of your strays and casualties?" "I don't know what it is," I said. "I want to find out." This time he didn't pull away when I stepped towards him. My blood was surging again as if he were doing magic, but I didn't think he was. Kissing him was just like it had been in my dream -- passionate and strange, utterly different and yet completely right -- but it was not nearly enough. I wanted more, though I didn't know what I wanted: only Oreg against me, slender but surprisingly strong, his arms around my back, his body pressed against me from chest to thigh. It was like holding Tisala: yet it was nothing like holding her. I could feel that he was as aroused as me, and that realisation sent a wicked thrill through my whole body. I wanted to push him down and lie on top of him; I wanted to feel those strong, clever hands on my skin, without my threadbare shirt getting in the way. I wanted ... I wanted to carry on kissing him. It felt like swordplay, or a wrestling match. Oreg's teeth (don't think of the dragon) were sharp, and he bit me. My dragon. I bit back. It seemed like an age before I raised my head from the kiss. Tisala was standing by the fire, watching us with a lopsided smile. I didn't dare let go of Oreg: I was afraid he would run away, or simply vanish into the night air. I held out my hand entreatingly, and Tisala came to my side. Oreg was watching her, his eyes very wide and dark. She smiled at him, and kissed his cheek, and he sighed. I could feel the tension in Oreg's whole body, and feel that tension subtly change as Tisala wrapped an arm around each of us. I only needed to turn my head to kiss her, so I did. Oreg's breath was warm against my neck, and it made me shiver. "Ward," murmured Tisala, tilting her head back to look at me, "Shouldn't you fetch water, before we make camp for the night?" I gave her an exasperated look. "What, now?" "Please?" said Tisala, and I realised that she wanted to be alone with Oreg. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but Oreg, I thought, was not wholly comfortable with the idea: his arms tightened around me. But if Tisala had something to say to him, I wanted her to be heard: and besides (I thought, amused) it served him right, after running away, to be given a stern telling-off. "There's a stream over there," said Oreg, pointing towards the tall, dark spire of rock. "And a pool, round the other side." I kissed his forehead, and Tisala's, and left them standing there together, holding one another awkwardly, as I headed for the saddle-bags. It was hard not to look back, but I forced myself to focus on my task, ignoring the murmur of her voice, the sharp note in his. When I heard her soft laughter, I bit my lip. The stream was fresh and clear, and I could see the first stars reflected in the still waters of the pool by the rock. I washed my face, and squatted to fill the two water-skins. Whatever was happening couldn't happen without Tisala, without all three of us welcoming it and striving towards it. I didn't know what was happening: but I knew that I wanted it more than anything. I heard the murmur of voices as I stood up. Tisala and Oreg were coming towards me, Oreg's mage-light -- softer and rosier now, more like firelight -- hovering above them like a small, warm star. Its light showed me Tisala's smile, and Oreg's. Whatever she'd said to him had kept him here with us. "I'm hot," announced Tisala. She was blushing slightly. "And this is a good place to bathe. You too, Ward, you smell of horse." "I shan't ask what I smell like," said Oreg. Tisala leaned closer to him and sniffed. "Hot metal," she pronounced. "And riding all day." I had seen both of them naked before, but never like this. Tisala was shy, and turned her back on Oreg as she stripped off her clothes. His eyes lingered on the sweet curve of her spine, until he caught me watching him: then he raised an eyebrow at me and carried on unfastening his shirt. I wanted to sit and watch them both, and from his expression Oreg knew it. He did not look at me again as I undressed. We were all swift to immerse ourselves in the cool, concealing water. There was stone underfoot, slick with weed, and when Tisala nudged me playfully I lost my balance and ended up sitting in the shallow water, laughing as they laughed at me. Oreg ducked his head under the water, and then came to sit at my right, hair streaming. The whole side of my body began to tingle with his proximity. I touched his arm and he leant in willingly, eyes half-lidded, for my kiss. Tisala pressed up against my back, all warm and pliant, and as soon as my mouth left Oreg's she'd twisted around to kiss me too. I could taste both of them on my lips, and it was making me dizzy and shivery with desire. "Let's go back to the fire," said Oreg. "To the light." And before I could protest, or kiss him again, he'd slid out of my embrace, out of the pool. He stood still for a moment, looking back at us both: then, scooping up his clothes, he walked naked towards the firelight. I wrapped my arms around Tisala, and kissed her, soft and gentle. "We don't have to ... to do anything," I murmured. "We won't do anything you don't want." "I know," said Tisala. "But oh, Ward, the look on your face when you kissed him! The look on his! How could I not want that, for both of you?" It was more than I could have hoped for, even if I'd ever let myself think about this. "But what do you want?" I said helplessly. Tisala grinned at me, and twisted out of my arms. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I'm confident that I'll get it." Oreg had spread our blankets and bedrolls by the fire: he was stretched out on his stomach, staring into the flames. I looked at the smooth, muscled plane of his back, the paler skin of his buttocks, and was stricken all over again by doubt. "I didn't ... I would never want anything you wouldn't freely give me," said Oreg rather diffidently, looking over his shoulder at us. "Either of you. We can just ..." Tisala dropped to her knees next to him. "Oreg," she said fondly, "we're equal here, the three of us. None of us have to do anything." Then, with a ripple of laughter in her voice, "but all of us want to." And she leant down, and kissed him. No man could have stood there, watching the two people he loved most in the world as they kissed, and not wanted to be a part of it. I laid myself down at Oreg's side, running my hand down his spine to his narrow waist: kissed Tisala's hand where it rested on his cheek, and then kissed the corner of his mouth. Oreg made a wordless noise and rolled over, pulling me into the kiss. I'd never kissed two people at the same time before. It was maddeningly addictive. The three of us lay there on the blankets, touching and kissing, for what felt like hours. Oh, there were awkward moments, and times when I did not know what to do, how to move, who to touch next: but Tisala, though surely she was as much at a loss as myself, hardly faltered. She laughed, soft and amazed, when Oreg pressed her against me and kissed her neck, and I could not resist kissing her again. And Oreg, oh, arching up under my hands as I caressed him. I ached with wanting them both. My hand brushed against Oreg's cock as he moved, and I froze. He pulled away, not looking at me. It seemed horribly unfair that he should have to be careful of my feelings. I touched him again, deliberately, wrapping my fingers round him, and the lost, enraptured look on his face, the way he sighed my name and leaned back bonelessly against Tisala, made me forget the sheer difference of touching another man, and think instead of what it was to touch Oreg, to make him feel thus. Tisala was a little shyer with Oreg, but she had never been anything but wholehearted in bed with me, and soon enough she was caressing me too, and moaning as I returned the favour. We twisted around one another, unconcerned now with who was being kissed, stroked, touched. Tisala's skin was creamy-gold in the firelight, and Oreg's was nearly as pale, save for his arms and his shoulders where he'd been in the sun. His body was quite different to mine: he was narrower at the shoulders and chest than I, his torso almost hairless, and though I could feel the strength in his embrace there was little outward sign of the sinew and muscle beneath his skin. Some things, at least, were the same. His cock was solid and heavy, pushing into my hand: his nipples were peaked from my kisses, and Tisala's. He was breathing heavily against my chest, trailing kisses and bites across my scarred ribs, and the pink, shiny line on my stomach where Jakoven's sword had caught me, last winter. Then he moved lower, and his mouth was on me. "Gods!" I choked out, and my hand clenched on Tisala's hip. She didn't seem to mind. She was staring at Oreg, her mouth slightly open, breathing hard. Oreg glanced up, and I could feel his mouth stretch, smiling, against my cock. It took all my self-control not to thrust up into that hot, clever mouth, not to hold his head still and take my pleasure. All that stopped me was the thought that he'd probably had to suffer that, and worse, when he was slave to my ancestors. Oh, but he was good. I'd had this from a whore in Tyrfannig, once, and it had felt nothing like this. Nothing. Tisala kissed me, so hard that I could scarcely breathe, and leaned her forehead against mine while I gulped air. "I want to do that to you," she murmured: and the sound of her voice -- not to mention the image her words evoked -- was too much. I cried out, and tried to pull away from Oreg, but he held me still and drank me down. I lay there, quite unable to move, and watched my wife and my dearest friend kissing again. Thought of her tasting me, in his mouth. Even now, scant minutes after he'd brought me to that bliss, watching them made my blood surge, made me want more. I didn't know what Tisala wanted, though. Would she let Oreg ...? I examined my heart for jealousy, but found none. Now they were both kissing me. I steeled myself for Oreg's kiss, but after all the taste was nothing like I'd thought it might be. A little salty, a little bitter. His teeth were sharp against my lip. I put my arm around his waist and pulled him closer, and he pressed against me, still hard. Now I was torn, because Tisala was writhing against me, one leg thrown over my thigh, and Oreg was gasping against my mouth, his dark hair sticking to my sweaty skin. I wanted to give them both everything -- my body, astoundingly, was already showing unmistakeable signs of enthusiasm -- but I didn't want to choose. "Let me watch the two of you," said Oreg huskily, as though he'd read my mind (though he'd always said he couldn't do that). "I want to see your face, Tisala, when ... when Ward's inside you." Even in the red-gold firelight, I could see that Tisala was blushing, but she grinned at Oreg with such good-natured wickedness that I couldn't help laughing. "My pleasure, Oreg," I said. "Again." "Mine," insisted Tisala, pulling me on top of her. For a moment I resisted, wondering if Oreg would take that as a warning, a claim: but he rolled over to lie on his side, head propped on a hand, and gestured grandly for us to continue. I had made love to Tisala almost every night (not to mention mornings and afternoons) since our wedding, but never before an audience. It was hard to mind, though, when the audience was taking Tisala's scarred hand in his own, bringing it to his lips, sucking lewdly and noisily at her fingertips so that she laughed, and gasped, and rocked her hips welcomingly up against me. I didn't think I would come again, not so soon, but nevertheless it felt wonderful to bury myself in Tisala, to make her cry out, gasp my name, as she opened to me. I kissed her throat, her breasts, her collarbones: encountered Oreg's hand caressing her neck, and swiped my tongue across his knuckles, and felt a surge of triumph at the sound of his moan. All too soon, Tisala was arching up against me, her heel pressing against the back of my thigh as she pulled me further in, crying out wordlessly. I felt the flutter and squeeze of her climax all around me, and the race of her pulse. Just for this moment, it was only the two of us: I held her close, and stroked her hair, and said, "I love you." I was still hard, and so was Oreg. I wondered if I could do to him as he'd done to me: was surprised to find that I wanted to. I turned my head and found him staring at me, his eyes more vividly violet than should have been possible in the firelight. "Ward," he said, and "please." I rolled away from Tisala, onto my back. "Tell me what you want, Oreg," I said, and could not help the hitch of nervousness in my voice. "I'll do whatever you want." The corner of his mouth quirked. "And what do you want?" I shook my head a little. "I don't want to ... to take advantage. I can imagine what --" Oreg laughed out loud. "If you can't tell the difference between taking and giving, Ward," he said, "you're a bigger fool than you ever pretended to be." A heartbeat later he was sprawled on top of me. It felt wonderful: the weight of him, the rush of his breath against my mouth, the slide of his cock against my own. I canted my hips against him, enjoying the way his breath caught. "Very well, since you ask so nicely," murmured Oreg. "I'll tell you what I want." "Mmm," I said, sliding my hands down his back. Oreg writhed against me until his mouth was right next to my ear, which he licked. "What I want ..." he whispered, and licked my earlobe again. "... is to feel you ..." Lick. "... inside me." I couldn't say anything. Last time I'd lost the power of speech, it had been through pain and injury. This time it was a rush of pleasure, anticipation, sheer lust, so overwhelming that I thought I might faint. Oreg said nothing more, but I could feel him tense, ready to pull away. I held onto him: had to swallow twice before I could say, "Yes." Oreg pulled back enough to look me in the eye. His smile was sharper than I'd ever seen it. "Ward," he said: just that, but there was so much in his voice that I wanted to laugh, or cry, or shout with exultation. I was shaking, and I could scarcely move: but Tisala was lying there, smiling at me, clasping my hand against her heart, and Oreg was kissing me, sweet and paradoxically chaste, on the lips. I had never felt so loved. I heard Oreg spit, and then his wet hand was wrapping around my cock, stroking me hard. He was kneeling above me now, the firelight gilding his skin. His own cock twitched, and I reached for him, but he twisted away. "Too much," said Oreg thickly: and then, oh, then, I could feel him against the head of my cock: could feel the muscle there, resisting and then not resisting. Could feel myself penetrating him, slow and not exactly easy. Oreg's mouth was open, and he was breathing shallowly: he held my gaze, frowning slightly. I could feel the muscles in his thighs quivering, where he was straddling me. "I don't want to hurt you," I protested. "I --" But Oreg laid his hand over my mouth. I could taste the salt sweat on his palm. He bit his lip, hard: then somehow opened, and rocked back, and I was suddenly all the way inside him. I could not hold back my own cry. Oreg's came like an echo of it: Tisala's, beside me, like another. My hands were gripping Oreg's hips, and I was afraid I'd leave bruises. But he was leaning back, grinning at me, oh gods so tight around me. Nothing like a woman: everything like himself. I felt that shimmery, sparking sensation again, as though Oreg were doing magic, though I didn't think there was a single part of him that wasn't wholly focussed on the way our bodies were moving together. That was magic enough, for now. He rose up on his knees, and let himself sink back down slowly. I groaned. Tisala leaned over and kissed me, her hand flat on my chest. I wanted to kiss Oreg too, but I wasn't sure it was possible in this position, but ... I realised I was already looking forward to the next time the three of us did this. I wondered what it would be like, to have Oreg spread out beneath me as Tisala had been. I wondered what it felt like, for him: and that thought made me shiver, and thrust up into him, hard. Oreg made a wordless noise. His back was arched, and he was poised above me, taut and strong and graceful, his hands splayed on my thighs. Now his head went back, and he spread his knees wide, taking me deeper. I'm not a small man in any respect, and I would have thought it would hurt: but there was nothing of pain in his expression now, only ecstasy. I wanted to run my tongue up around the arc of his chest. Tisala must have been thinking the same, because she did it. I looked at the two of them -- her dark, curly hair against his pale skin, her thumb against the coppery round of his nipple -- and could not resist for another moment. Oreg was moaning as I held him close and thrust up into him again and again. He tried to say something, but it was lost in a gasp: then, raggedly, "Ward, oh, touch me. Please. Please." I would have given him anything, anything at all: but I didn't need to, because Tisala put her hand on him, just as she had with me. The moment she touched him I felt his body tightening around me, and his pulse hammering: and then he was spilling all over my belly, and the wet heat was enough to draw my second climax from me. We lay there kissing and panting, holding onto one another, until Oreg had stopped shivering and I could muster the strength to sit up. The moon was rising, round and yellow and warm, and the fire had died to red embers. None of us said anything of what'd happened, what we'd done. It was all too new, and too huge a thing, to talk about. But Tisala was curled against me, smiling, drawing spirals with her finger on my chest; and Oreg was lying pressed against my side, the weight of his head numbing my shoulder, pushing his long fingers through Tisala's tangled hair as though she were a cat, and could purr. The sky was a deep, deep blue, dappled with stars. A dark shape -- surely some night bird -- passed overhead. "That dragon ..." I said, remembering, and did not know how to ask the rest. "You were speaking to it, weren't you?" Oreg was silent a moment. I could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart everywhere that we touched. I spread my hand across his ribs, marvelling at the strangeness of it. Remembering him arching above me in the firelight, sweaty hair sticking to his neck, crying out: remembering the ancient dragon made of twilight and magic. My dragon: my lover. "She's lonely," said Oreg at last. "She wanted ... company." "She didn't look very friendly," said Tisala. "You sent her away, didn't you?" Oreg smiled. I didn't think I had ever seen him look so completely, peacefully happy. "I told her there was nothing for her here," he said. "I told her that you -- the two of you -- were mine." "And what about you?" I said, not wanting to come straight out and ask if he'd wanted company, before ... before tonight. If, after all that'd happened, he was going to leave us, and take his dragon form again. Oreg's smile twitched against my skin. I knew he'd chosen to misunderstand me: but then, we'd understood one another well enough this evening. "Me?" said Oreg. "Oh, I'm yours." - end -