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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 055
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A fulllength novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
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Chapter 55
Saturday evening: Nellis'

Dina brought Bobby home for the evening; his junker would need a
replacement piston and a ring job, his brother Mike had informed him IF
his father thought it was worth the effort of the repair. In the meantime,
parts would not be available before Monday. Dina figured they could 'let
their hair down' at home, especially since Big Al was acting like a caged
cat when last seen. Seeing the way he was acting, Bobby knew that he wasn't
going to get his opinion that day; never in his life had he seen his father
so distracted. Securing permission to go to Dina's had been simple; Bobby
could have asked to stay overnight and gotten the same answer. Mike dropped
them off in the pickup the garage used to make supply runs, grinning at
Bobby from the driver's seat and announcing, "You'd better plan on walking
home I'm pretty sure Dad won't be around, and I'm on call with the tow
truck."

Dinner at Nellis' was a quiet affair, despite the unaccustomed two
guests. Marilyn only had to make minor adjustments in quantity, and the
primary result was that the expected quantities of leftovers failed to
appear, which was just as well. Robert and Marilyn were both apparently
nursing their own dark thoughts, and the two couples were too busy communing
with themselves to be much interested in others.

After dinner, everybody but Robert began to clean up, which put too
many people in the kitchen. Marilyn shooed the boys out in an effort to
increase Dina's exposure to domesticity while evaluating Mandi's. After
they had wandered out, Mandi cleared her throat. "Can we talk?"

"Okay," Marilyn responded. "What about?"

"Remember our discussion earlier?" Mandi queried.

"Yes..."

"I discovered a couple of things later that I think you ought to
know."

Marilyn became cautious, "Okay..."

"I may be out of line here, so please understand that I don't profess
to know it all. You and your husband have been married a long time... I'm
sure I'm going to be stating the obvious, but..."

Marilyn waved airily, "Go on."

Mandi gathered herself, "Still waters run deep in your husband and
he's a very angry man. He let go a bit of it when he came back downstairs
this afternoon, enough to see that there is a LOT more hidden behind it."

Marilyn looked perplexed. "He's angry? Why?"

"I THINK I know, but I'm not certain. What happened upstairs?"

Marilyn blinked. "We had sex."

Dina piped up, "How was it?"

"Fine. Nothing glorious. We deliberately didn't do any role
playing."

Mandi said gently, "Uh, I think it might be a good idea if you told us
more about it. Something happened that you're apparently not aware of."

Marilyn blushed. "Well, I gave him a blow job..."

"Anything new and different about it?" Dina asked.

"Well, instead of swallowing, I jerked him off onto my chest."

Dina looked thoughtful. "How'd he take that?"

"Well, he asked me why, so I told him I thought it would look
erotic..."

"Good!" Mandi exclaimed.

"...and that it kept me from having to swallow the stuff."

"Aw, shit!" moaned Dina. "Then what?"

"Well, then he had me lay back on the bed, and he returned the favor.
But he kept missing my best places, and I just couldn't get off, so he
finished me up with a vibrator."

Dina and Mandi exchanged significant glances. Mandi asked, "Did you
tell him anything about where he should be licking, and what he should be
doing to make it good for you?"

"Uh, no. Should I have? Fact is, the blowjob took a long time, too.
He wasn't as 'hands on' as Master Rob was maybe I didn't do as well,
either..."

Dina sighed. "Then what?" she asked, wearily.

"Then I scooted up on the bed and we had sex. The usual: me on my
back with him above me."

Dina frowned. "'The usual?' Mum, where were your legs? Did you lift
them, like the other night, or..."

"No, I had them straight out. Jesus, this is embarrassing. We did
things the old way."

Dina hung her head. "So Dad was, like, on his knees?"

Marilyn grimaced, "No, more like he was doing pushups. He got kind of
winded, after a while... I was afraid I wasn't going to make it before he
gave out. But I got one a little one then I just relaxed. After a
couple of seconds, your father kind of grunted and rolled off. I figured
he'd made it, too, so I asked him to bring me a towel so I could sop up the
mess. He made some remark about my not needing one, but when he came back
from the bathroom, he tossed one at me." Marilyn looked a little indignant.
"I think he could have been a little nicer about it!"

Dina giggled, and looked at Mandi. "Okay, check me on this. Mum
gives Pop an amateur blowjob that would be Pop's fault, for not providing
any instruction that she ends by jerking him off on her chest."

Mandi took over, "The erotic idea was a good one but telling him you
didn't want to swallow was an insult. You should have stopped there."

Dina continued, "Then Pop beat himself up on your pussy for 15 or 20
minutes, missing the hot spots because you didn't tell him where they were."

"Master Rob makes you tell him how things feel," Mandi pointed out.

"Finally, he has to give up and get you off with a vibrator. How do
you figure that makes him feel?" Dina resumed the narrative reconstruction.

Marilyn blinked. "Oh! Bad for the ego..."

"Then you have sex in a position that's a lot of work for Pop to be
able to fit about this much (Dina displayed an inch and a half measurement
between her thumb and forefinger) of his poor pecker in your pussy.
Finally, you get your rocks off then you collapse and lay there like a
dead thing, leaving Pop physically wasted and not even close."

Marilyn blushed, "Oh, shit!"

Mandi nodded. "Exactly! The towel remark was because he gave up in
disgust when you went dead on him. He didn't come! You didn't need a towel
to sop up the mess he made in your vagina because he didn't make one! And
THAT's why he was so pissed when he came downstairs!"

"Jeezus, Mum! Were you born stupid, or did you take lessons?"

Marilyn blanched. "What happened downstairs?"

"Mrs. Nellis ..."

"Marilyn, please, Dear."

"Your husband was pissed. He made some remarks, and Rick made some
remarks... 'Greedy, thoughtless little bitch' was the most memorable
descriptor. It became apparent that this was the icing on a very large
cake. Your husband has an excellent poker face, but he's a very angry man.
And YOU are a primary focus of that anger!"

"What have I done?" wondered Marilyn.

"I don't know if it's true, but both he and Rick seem to feel that
you've ridden him roughshod for quite some time," Mandi elaborated. "You
apparently take advantage of the fact that he loves you and cannot deny you
things... to the point that it's all difficult to pay for. He offered you
equality, and you used his love to make a dictatorship with you in charge.
Then there's sex..."

"Or maybe there's NOT sex..." Dina chimed in.

"Remember Master Rob's little lesson on Thursday?" Mandi prompted.

"Well, yeah, but..." Marilyn began.

Mandi looked thoughtful. "I think that he felt that past incidents
could be chalked up to ignorance but now you KNOW better, and that REALLY
set him off! You know, this week's been a real change for HIM, too he's
seen a side of himself he didn't know existed, any more than YOU did. But
that cat's out of the bag, and it's having its effect on him having tasted
dominance, he's less willing to be trampled."

Marilyn sighed. "What is the effect of all this on the advice you
gave me earlier?"

Mandi looked uncomfortable. "Well, it's changed my personal opinion
about what I think you should do but I didn't express that opinion then,
and I won't now. You've got three options: You can continue to submit
periodically but I don't think that's going to last. You can submit
permanently but I don't think I'd do that right away. Or you can try to
close the door on the whole episode."

"You've left some things unsaid I can tell. What did you mean when
you said that periodic episodes won't last?" Marilyn inquired.

"I think that if you continue to submit for short periods, they'll get
longer and longer, and one fine day, he won't release you. Or things will
go the other way, and he'll refuse to accept your submission."

Dina interjected thoughtfully, "That'd be bad, wouldn't it?"

Mandi nodded. "I don't know much at all, but I have opinions. I
think if he stops accepting your submission, your relationship is on its
last legs."

"Why shouldn't I submit right away?" Marilyn asked.

"If you submit right away," Mandi responded, "both of you will see a
certain blending of your separated personas. In your case, it'll be a help
but Master Rob will assume dominance bathed in Robert's anger. He won't
be able to shelve that anger while he deals with you. I predict that things
will stabilize, but initially he will punish you perhaps terribly."

"And if we forget the whole thing and move on?"

"You won't forget it, and he won't either but you CAN move on. If
some things don't change, though... Well, I believe that his tolerance level
is going to continue to drop. You'll have to compensate or else!"

Marilyn picked up Dina with her eyes, "Dina?"

"Mum, I think Mandi's on target. The lid's off, and things aren't
going to return to how they were. If you try to make them, by this time
next year, I'll be visiting my parents on alternate days. Pop loves you,
but..."

"I didn't think he was that unhappy..."

"Mum, you chose not to. Pop's good but nobody's THAT good. You
just figured that he would continue to sweep the whole thing under the rug
forever, so you ignored it. Frankly, that makes you exactly what he called
you!"

Marilyn again regarded Mandi. "What do YOU think I should do?"

Mandi's expression became guarded. "This is too important, and I know
too little about you. I refuse to express my opinion I couldn't deal with
responsibility for the consequences."

Dina erupted, "Well, I have an opinion, and it's based on knowledge,
if not on experience! You need to look at one thing: Can you give him what
he needs willingly, or must he take it? If you can't do either, you might
as well go upstairs and pack! Fun's over, Mum it's time to pay up!"

Marilyn drew a shaky breath. "Thank you both for your honesty." She
turned and went upstairs. The girls went into the den and cuddled up to
their respective boyfriends, each in search of a little comfort. While the
boys had no idea what the problem was, both were happy to provide it.
Bobby, in particular, was thrilled to death; it represented a new dimension
in his budding relationship with Dina. At about 10:00, Marilyn came
downstairs, and sat on the couch. She spent more time watching Robert than
the television, however. Robert pretended not to notice, but became
somewhat concerned over time.

At 11:00, Rick and Mandi stood up and excused themselves to go to bed.
Absolutely nothing was said about the obvious fact that Mandi was staying
the night in Rick's room.

At this point, Bobby began to get nervous. Robert noticed, and asked,
"Bobby, do you need a ride home? Or would you rather stay the night
(glancing pointedly at Dina) on the couch?" Dina nodded her understanding
and agreement any nocturnal activity would occur in the den, and nothing
serious was expected.

Bobby detected and properly interpreted the look. This left things up
to him. "Well, I could walk home, of course, but if it's all the same to
you..."

Robert smiled to take the sting out of his next words. "It ISN'T all
the same to me, Son, but there's no requirement for you to be alone at home,
either."

Bobby licked his lips, "I think I'd like to stay, Sir."

"Fine." Robert rose, but Marilyn and Dina were already on their way
to the linen closet. "Want to call your Dad?"

"I'd like to leave him a voicemail. I think I know where he is but
I don't want to disturb him."

Robert smiled quizzically. "I think I'm missing something..." Dina
snickered.

Bobby blushed, and enlightened Marilyn and Robert, "Uh, he and Mandi's
mom kinda hit it off..."

Everyone smiled. "That would seem to be a good thing," Robert
commented.

"Very," Bobby confirmed. "They've both apparently been pretty lonely
for a while. I kinda hope it lasts."

The women got the logistics settled, and Robert rose to retire for the
night. "See you in the morning." Bobby nodded. Marilyn rose and followed
her husband, fixing Dina with a look that said 'Behave yourself!' as she
departed.

The expectation was that morning would find Dina in her room, and
Bobby in the den. Things didn't happen that way, but were innocent,
nonetheless. Dina went upstairs and donned a loose set of shorty pajamas.
Bobby shucked out of his jeans and slipped under the blankets on the couch
in his boxers and T shirt, just as Dina reappeared at the door. Dina lay
down next to Bobby atop the blanket, and there ensued a protracted cuddle,
at some point of which they both drifted off to sleep. Bobby awoke at about
3:00 a.m. to find Dina shivering. He managed to get her under the blankets,
and rolled over on his side with his back to her. In no time at all, Dina
was spooned against his back. Bobby smiled, and fell asleep while rubbing
her thigh.

Mandi and Rick were entwined nude on Rick's bed, Mandi on top. Rick's
erect penis was inserted to the hilt, but, except for the occasional wriggle
and an occasional contraction of Mandi's vaginal walls, no one was moving.
They had both discovered that they liked the feeling of simple penetration
while they fondled and caressed one another. Mandi raised herself onto her
elbows, and addressed Rick with a worried frown, "Your parents are at a
crossroads and I don't know whether they will be able to continue on
together or not."

Rick sighed, "I know. Things have changed, and the old status quo is
out the window, but Pop seems intent on trying to put Humpty back together
again. Thing is, he wasn't doing that well under the old regime..."

Mandi kissed his cheek and nodded, "You're Dad's even more scared than
your Momma. He's afraid that if he let's Master Rob out, there will be Hell
to pay that he won't be able to control himself."

Rick grimaced, "Yeah, but the problem is that Ol' Rob is already on
his way out. The old Pop would never have let go like he did this afternoon
he'd have just been a little more tense, that's all."

Mandi nodded, "So I gathered. You encouraged him, too!" She poked
him in the armpit, smiling.

Rick jumped and grunted, then sobered again. "Pop's just been bending
over and taking it for years. He deserves to be able to bitch about it, at
least!"

Mandi nodded. "Dina and I had a talk with your Momma after supper.
They went upstairs and had sex, and almost totally screwed it up! Your Dad
made a couple of little mistakes, but your Momma! She screwed up just about
everything! Dina was beside herself! I guess your Momma was in the driver's
seat, and she pointed them down the same old highway."

Rick grinned. "What did she do?"

"Well, she gave him a blowjob, which I understand is a step in the
right direction but when he got ready to come, she jerked him off on her
chest, and told him she didn't like to swallow!"

"Well..."

"Believe me, it was how it was done. I guess he got down and ate her
out, but she couldn't get off. She didn't give him any guidance at all,
apparently. He finally wore out his tongue, and had to bring her off with a
vibrator."

Rick shook his head. "That's a real blow to the old ego!"

Mandi nodded. "Then, she made him have sex with him like this..." She
moved from her position with her legs draped outside Rick's, bringing her
knees together, and tensing her thighs.

"Hey!" Rick erupted, having gone from fully inserted to just in at the
tip.

Mandi resumed her previous position, obviously enjoying the feel of
Rick's cock returning to its deep seat. "Mmmmm. Exactly. Only he was on
top, doing pushups! Apparently, he worked at it for a few minutes, and she
got a little cum, then just went floppy on him! He didn't cum, and she not
only didn't know, she didn't give a shit!"

"Jeezus! No wonder Pop was pissed!"

"Dina told her that she'd better clean up her act or else! Problem
is, I really don't think she knows how!"

Rick grunted. "Well, we can't help them. Personally, I think Mum
ought to submit. She'll be getting what she deserves, even if Pop goes off
on her. Besides," he grinned, "she'd look pretty good in a dog collar and
nothing else!"

Mandi sighed, "Frankly, I think it's her only chance!" Then she
smiled, "You know, you can have ME like that any time..." and clamped down
with her vaginal muscles.

Rick's eyes popped and he inhaled hugely through his nose as he
savored the sensation. "Man, what a picture."

Mandi purred, "Anytime, anyplace, anywhere..."

The idea aroused Rick beyond the point where he could hold still, and
he began the slow drive that would eventually bring the pair to climax.

Marilyn and Robert entered the master suite, undressed, and climbed
into the opposite sides of their bed without speaking. Robert lay on his
back and closed his eyes, but Marilyn lay there, wakeful, for a few minutes.
Finally, she said, apparently to no one, "I really don't know you, do I?"

Without opening his eyes, Robert responded, "I don't think you ever
considered the effort necessary." Then he rolled over on his side, facing
away from her. After a moment, a couple of fat tears rolled down her
cheeks.

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THAT KIND OF GIRL (or WOMAN'S BEST FRIEND}

It was Friday morning, the time was coming up to ten
o'clock. It was unusual for Vanessa to be still in bed,
but the school building, the place where she would
normally be at this time of day, had suffered minor
damages during the thunderstorm which had passed through
the area on Wednesday night. The storm had affected only
a small number of classrooms, but the people in charge
had decided to close the whole school on Friday, rather
than offering classes to only some of the pupils. This
way, they hoped the workmen would be able to do their job
without having to worry about the children getting in the
way and would finish the repairs in time for start of
class on Monday morning.

Vanessa's parents had gone about their normal business.
Her father had left early to go to work and would only be
back late in the evening, as usual. Her mother had gone
to the shopping mall. Friday was the day when she bought
the groceries for the following week and met with her
friends for lunch. It was never quite clear which of the
two was the main reason for her being out virtually all
day.

Apart from her still being in bed at this hour, there was
something else unusual about Vanessa this morning. The
cover had been thrown off the bed and was lying on the
floor. Her nighty had been pushed up to her hips and she
wasn't wearing the panties that went with the babydoll
top. Her legs were spread as she tried to hold a mirror
in place with one hand so that she could see what her
other hand was doing.

Vanessa was trying that masturbation thing her best
friend Betsy had been going on about. Betsy had described
to her in the most vivid colors what a thrill she had
gotten out of rubbing and squeezing herself 'down there'
and had insisted she'd try it out herself. Betsy probably
wouldn't stop pestering her about this until she,
Vanessa, would confirm that she had tried it and that it
was indeed the most marvelous sensation she'd ever
experienced. Her friend had even offered to do it for
her, but the idea of letting another girl touch her 'down
there' was so outrageous, it was beyond contemplation.

Somehow this wasn't working. If Vanessa rested the mirror
on the bed between her legs, then she had to lift her
head to see it, putting a considerable strain on her
neck. This wasn't a position she could hold for anything
but a very short time. If she lifted the mirror up, she
couldn't hold it steady enough to get a good view, and
her outstretched arm would soon get tired.

Betsy hadn't said anything about using a mirror, but
Vanessa felt she needed to see what she was doing. For a
short moment she had considered going into her parents'
bedroom where the front of the whole wardrobe was one
huge mirror, but that would mean breaking one of her
mother's rules which forbade her to go in there in her
mother's absence. Maybe she would just have to feel her
way to the magic sensation without actually seeing what
she was doing.

Betsy had told her to think of sex while she was doing
it, like, being with a boy she was crazy about. Trouble
was, there wasn't any boy she was exactly crazy about.
She had a boyfriend Nick was his name but she really
only hung out with him because, when you get to a certain
age and want to be with it, you've got to have a
boyfriend.

Nick, on the other hand, had very clear ideas about what
he wanted from a girlfriend. Except that this was mostly
stuff you couldn't tell your parents about, things that
married couples do, or maybe people who are about to get
married. Nick was constantly touching her in certain
places, trying to remove her clothes so he could put his
hands on her naked skin. She had a hard time fending off
his advances and wasn't always successful.

Occasionally, Nick would take her hand and guide it down
between his legs to make her feel his erection, saying
'See, what you're doing to me.' He tried to make her feel
that, as she was responsible for his penis becoming hard,
it was also her job to offer him relief. A few times she
had conceded to taking his member into her hand and
rubbing it until it erupted, shooting some gooey white
stuff into the air.

Nick had suggested a few times that she took his stiff
penis into her mouth, but there was just no way she'd
ever agree to doing such a lewd thing. His final argument
was 'If you really loved me, then you'd do this for me.'
Vanessa loved Nick, at least she thought she did, but she
didn't see any connection between loving someone and
taking their penis into your mouth.

Vanessa had talked to her friend Betsy about Nick, saying
that she was ready to split with him because of his
indecent demands. But Betsy had told her this was quite
normal; all boys were like that. 'You see, just like
we're talking about boys, they talk about us, keeping
score of how far they got, so everyone knows what each
girl lets her boyfriend get away with. Sometimes a boy
boasts about things that didn't really happen and the
poor girl's reputation suffers for no reason,' she
explained. The important thing was not to give in too
soon, otherwise she might earn the fame of being 'easy'.
But she would have to do eventually what he wanted. That
advise had done nothing to comfort Vanessa.

Vanessa was in the middle of trying to reconcile all
these confusing feelings when the phone rang. She thought
it might be one of her clates, or possibly Nick, and
went to the kitchen where the nearest phone was located.
She realized immediately that she was violating her
mother's rule about not coming to the public part of the
house in her sleepwear. Her mother said that neighbors or
passersby might see her through the window and get the
wrong idea about what kind of girl she was. But as the
violation had already happened, she answered the phone
anyway. It was one of those annoying people trying to
sell her something. She informed them that there wasn't
anybody home and put the phone down.

On the way back to her room she stopped in one of the
bathrooms to check whether her nighty really made her
look indecent. The one she was wearing was the flimsiest
in her collection. She had asked her mother for
permission to dispense with sleepwear altogether, or to
sleep just in her panties during the hot spell, but her
mother explained that sleeping without clothes induced
impure thoughts and insisted that she wore a nighty as
always. To minimize the discomfort from the heat Vanessa
had selected the thinnest and shortest nighty she owned.

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror she found that
the garment was, indeed, revealing. The sunlight coming
through the window shone right through the fabric and
clearly outlined the shape of her body. She could also
make out her dark aureoles and, because she had taken off
her panties, she could detect a wisp of pubic hair. She
definitely wouldn't want Nick to see her like this. There
was no way of knowing how he would react to such a
stimulation. Acknowledging that her mother was right, as
usual, she returned to her room, hoping she might be able
to make some progress on this masturbation project.

She flopped down on the bed, lifted her nighty and spread
her legs. Her fingers searched for the magic spot that
was supposed to give her so much pleasure. She almost
freaked out when she noticed a sensation that didn't come
from her roaming fingers. It was something soft, wet,
bang in the center between her legs. When she realized
what, or more precisely, who it was, she smiled.

"Tony! What are you doing? You know you're not supposed
to come in here!"

There was a rule which stated that Tony, the family
poodle, wasn't allowed in any of the bedrooms. It seemed
that she hadn't closed the door properly when she
returned to her room and Tony had managed to push the
door open wide enough to squeeze in.

The strangeness of the sensation between her legs soon
gave way to a pleasant feeling. Tony seemed to know what
he was doing. His tongue worked expertly and efficiently
and soon Vanessa found herself swooning with delight.
"Tony, oh Tony," she moaned, which seemed to spur on her
little friend to increase his efforts. Vanessa's
breathing became heavier, her moans grew louder and an
overwhelming force took control of her, making her whole
body tremble. She even thought that she had emitted some
fluid, but whatever it was, Tony licked it away. "Oh
Tony, you're wonderful," she exclaimed as the tension
eased and her body relaxed. Tony seemed to understand
that she needed to be alone now and sauntered out of her
room.

Vanessa didn't move. She was reliving the experience in
her mind over and over, when she heard the phone ring
again. She wondered if it was worth getting up or if
there would be another boring salesrep on the other end
of the line. When she had decided to answer the phone,
she thought about putting on some more clothes but in the
end she stayed the way she was.

"Hi Nessa, how're you doing?"

She recognized Nick's voice immediately. Besides, nobody
else called her 'Nessa'. Nick went to the same school as
Vanessa, although he was two years ahead of her, and,
like her, he found himself in the situation of having an
unexpected day off school. He wanted to know whether she
had still been sleeping because it had taken her so long
to come to the phone.

"No," she said, "I've been awake for some time, but I was
still in bed, daydreaming."

"So, what are you wearing?" Nick wanted to know. He was
in the habit of asking her this and always wanted to know
every little detail down to the color, shape and material
of each item, including her panties.

"I'm wearing a yellow babydoll nighty. It's made of
cotton. The material is quite thin, almost transparent."
she answered.

Nick was pleased. Vanessa had learned to answer in great
detail without him having to ask lots of further
questions.

"What else?" he wanted to know.

"Nothing else."

"What? No panties?"

"No. No panties. I took them off a while ago."

"Jeeeesus H Christ!" Nick exclaimed. "If I'd known that,
I would have come right by your place. How could I miss a
chance like this?"

"I wouldn't have let you in," she answered truthfully.
"I'm not that kind of girl." She didn't really understand
why he got such a kick out of knowing how much or how
little she was wearing.

But then he remembered why he had phoned in the first
place and invited her to come round to his place so they
could listen to some music. Nick had this stereo with God
knowshowmany watts and his parents were quite tolerant
as far as noise levels were concerned. She had been to
his room a few times, usually there was also one of his
friends and that friend's girlfriend. They would kiss and
hug each couple in its corner , listen to the music
and feel very grownup. Somehow Nick let it slip that his
parents had left and wouldn't be back until very late
this evening. That set all of Vanessa's alarm bells
ringing.

"You know I can't come to your house when your parents
aren't in," she reminded him of another one of her
mother's rules.

"Jeez, Nessa, don't be such a spoilsport. I've got the
latest Britney CD. We'll just listen to a couple of
tracks and then we go to the mall, I promise."

Vanessa was a big fan of Britney Spears. Nick knew that,
of course. He also knew that Vanessa was no longer
allowed to listen to Britney's records at home, since
that picture of her and Madonna had been plastered all
over the front pages. 'Like it or not,' her mother had
said, 'she's a role model. Thousands of teenage girls all
over the world watch what she's doing and imitate her.
And such behavior is just not acceptable.'

To give truth its due, that was exactly what happened.
Soon after that story passed through the media, many of
the girls Vanessa knew, including Betsy, had started to
kiss each other on the mouth. Betsy made a point of doing
it, especially when there were boys nearby watching. And
some of the kisses she gave Vanessa were really hot; they
made her tingle all over.

"All right then, but just a couple of tracks," she
finally said. "I've got a few things to do around the
house and then I'll come by."

Betsy had told her never to agree immediately to anything
a boy suggested. 'Make them wait, tell them you'll do it
later, act as if it wasn't important to you even if you
really want it. That helps them cool down a little,' she
had once said. And Vanessa was determined to find a few
things to do rather than rushing over straight away.

When she returned to her room, she realized that her
mother had been right when she established the rule that
Tony wasn't allowed in the bedrooms. Her bed sheet was
covered with black marks from his paws. He had probably
been running around the garden, digging for bones as he
always did, before he had managed to squeeze into her
room. Her mother would have a fit if she saw this. There
was only one way out. She had to wash the sheet and get a
clean one in the meantime. She took the dirty sheet to
the utility room and got the washing machine going. Then
she got a clean sheet and made her bed.

It was a pity, really, she thought, that she couldn't let
Tony back into her room. She had enjoyed his visit a
little earlier tremendously and had hoped that she might
be able to repeat the experience some time soon. Without
being able to let him come to her room this would be
impossible. She couldn't possibly lie down in the front
garden, or even on the living room floor! Maybe she could
teach him to visit her while she lay on the floor of her
room, rather than in bed? It was something worth thinking
about.

She prepared something to eat for herself while she
waited for the machine to finish. In a way, this was a
good thing because it gave her a reason to let Nick wait
a little longer. Thinking of Nick, she suddenly had this
wicked idea. Couldn't Nick...? What if she turned the
tables and used the 'if you'd really love me' technique
on him for a change?

After she had finished her snack, she went to have a
shower. The experience with Tony had somehow put her in a
defiant mood. She deliberately ignored her mother's rules
by not wearing any clothes as she went from the bathroom
back to her room. There she put on a fresh pair of
panties just in case and selected a frontfastening
bra also just in case. On top of this she put on the
clothes she would have worn if she had gone to school
today: a white blouse and a dark blue pleated skirt.
White socks and dark blue sandals completed the outfit.
She also clipped her mobile phone to her skirt, in case
her mother tried to get in touch.



When Nick answered the door, he put his arms around her
and kissed her straight away, without even closing the
front door. She struggled free.

"Not here, where the neighbors can see us."

Nick never understood why she tried to keep up this
decent girl appearance. She was his girlfriend, wasn't
she? Then it was only normal that he kissed her, wasn't
it? When they got to his room he kissed and hugged her
again, this time with a lot more passion. As he pushed
her back against the closing door, she could hear the key
turn in the lock. She pushed him away with all her
strength.

"Unlock that door immediately, or I call my mother," she
said, surprisingly calmly. Her mobile phone had a 'panic
button'. All she needed to do was to press this button
and it would send the prerecorded text message 'Vanessa
is in trouble' along with the GPS coordinates of her
location to her mother's phone.

Looking at her, Nick could tell that she wasn't bluffing.
He unlocked the door and even opened it a little so that
it was half ajar.

Nick put on the CD and they settled down on the pile of
assorted cushions he called his sofa. Vanessa didn't like
those cushions. One had to sit almost on the floor and it
was difficult to maintain an upright position. And,
wearing a skirt, she always had to worry about not
exposing her panties. Nick, on the other hand, found the
arrangement ideal. It allowed two people to get close and
assume just about any position they wanted. Nick sat next
to Vanessa with one arm around her shoulders, kissing her
as she tried to concentrate on the words of the song. She
could feel his other hand on her thigh, sliding up,
moving under her skirt. She removed his hand. It
returned. She removed it again. Nick tried a few more
times, then he changed tactics. He undid the top button
of her blouse. She buttoned it again.

"Jeez, Nessa, don't be such a prude. If you really loved
me you'd let me touch you a little," he exclaimed
impatiently.

"Oh yeah?" she said. "Let's talk about love and
obligations. Let's talk about doing things because you
love someone." She paused for a while to gather courage.
Then she continued, "Tell me, have you ever licked a
girl?"

Nick couldn't believe his ears. She had never before
talked so directly about sex. Sure, she wasn't using any
'dirty' words, but the activity she referred to was
pretty heavy stuff. As a matter of fact, he and his
friends considered going down on a girl so totally gross,
they wouldn't be seen dead committing such an act. But
why was she asking? Had someone badmouthed him and told
her that he had actually done it? He decided to be on his
guard and just said, "No, I haven't."

"Would you like to try it?" She lifted her bottom from
the cushion and pulled down her panties until they were
hanging around her knees, taking care not to disturb the
skirt which was still covering her.

Nick's eyes and mouth stood wide open. This was getting
increasingly unreal. He had just watched his girlfriend,
the one who had so far resisted all his attempts to touch
her 'down there', remove her panties! In front of his
very eyes! There was only a skirt separating him from her
crown jewel!

"Well, what do you say?" she brought him back to life,
almost laughing at his face which showed a mixture of
horror and disbelieve.

He couldn't do such a thing, could he? But it would mean
he'd be able to look at her, maybe even touch her.

"Promise not to tell anyone," he finally said.

"I won't tell a soul," she assured him.

"There's something else," he said, feeling his courage
return, "you'll have to do the same to me ... I mean,
take it into your mouth." He pointed to the part of his
trousers where his state of excitement was clearly
evident. He had never known it to get this hard. She
sighed. Somehow she had expected that this would be the
bargain he'd offer her. And, as her friend Betsy had told
her that she would have to do it anyway, sooner or later,
she was willing to agree.

"Promise you won't tell anybody," she said this time. But
she didn't give much credence to his affirmation that he
wouldn't. This was going to take him way past first base
and she was sure he'd tell all his friends about it as
soon as an opportunity arose.

"You've got a deal," she said, getting up from the
cushions, still very careful not to reveal the parts
which were normally covered by her panties. She removed
the garment which had dropped down to her ankles
completely and sat down on his bed. She wasn't listening
anymore to the music that was playing. Another song went
through her head: Madonna's 'Just like a virgin'. She
spread her legs and lay back, supporting herself on her
elbows. Then she lifted her skirt and said, "C'mon then."

Nick had seen many naked women before in magazines,
videos and films. It was part of growing up. But this was
the first time he saw the real thing. He moved slowly
towards Vanessa's spread legs, knelt down on the floor
and remained there, motionless, just looking at her sex.
It was very beautiful, but also very strange. There was
hardly any hair, giving him an unobstructed view. He
found the different folds and wrinkles in various shades
of pink fascinating and confusing at the same time.

Vanessa wasn't very happy about exposing herself to his
probing eyes like this, but she realized that in order to
do what she asked him to do, he would have to look at
her. She just didn't want him to take such a long time.

"Get a move on, Nick. What's keeping you?" she said
impatiently.

Nick had heard stories about girls who actually liked
sex. Who didn't just do it to please their boyfriend. Who
actually asked for it, who couldn't get enough. He had
never met a girl like that, nor had any of his friends
ever come across one. Had Vanessa turned into that kind
of girl? As he moved closer, he could sense the smell of
soap, maybe deodorant. But there was also another, more
musky smell in the air. He slid his finger down the
middle. The soft flesh gave way, opening up under his
touch to reveal another chamber of dark pink flesh. "Stop
playing. Get on with it!" Vanessa said.

When Nick's lips finally touched Vanessa's sex, she
moaned longingly. That was it! That was the sensation she
had felt in the morning. It wasn't exactly the same,
though. Nick was a lot more tentative; his tongue was
more timid, less intrusive. He seemed to be afraid of
something. Afraid that he might hurt her? Afraid that she
it? might bite him? Vanessa's mind wandered back to
this morning's events, when Tony's tongue had caressed
her so intimately, so expertly, so forthrightly, without
any hesitation. The memory increased her excitement.
Although it was Nick who crouched between her legs, she
could feel Tony's tongue on her sex. For the second time
in one day she experienced that sensation of overpowering
pleasure taking control of her entire body, making her
breathe harder, accelerating her heartbeat, causing her
skin to flush. "Oh Tony, you're wonderful," she moaned.

Nick's head shot up from between her legs like a rocket.
"Who's Tony?" he asked in a gruff voice.

Vanessa's mind was still in a haze. She didn't understand
what this agitation was about. Nick grabbed both of her
arms and shook her. "I want to know who this Tony is," he
shouted.

"Ow! Let go of my arms. You're hurting me," she said. All
the pleasant feelings had vanished. "I don't know what
you're talking about."

"I heard you clearly say 'Tony, you're wonderful' and I
want to know who this Tony is and what the two of you
have been getting up to."

It slowly dawned on her. She had indeed been thinking of
Tony and had quite possibly uttered his name at the peak
of pleasure. But she thought that denial was her best
strategy.

"You must have misunderstood me. I was so excited, I
probably didn't speak very clearly. I'm sure I called out
your name."

"It was clear enough. I'm not deaf, you know. You said
Tony, not Nick."

Vanessa realized that she wouldn't be able to convince
Nick that he'd misunderstood her. And he wasn't going to
drop the subject either. Should she just tell him the
truth? Explain why she had been thinking of Tony at that
particular moment?

For the first time since the morning's events did she
realize the severity of what had happened. Letting her
pet dog lick her sex was definitely not the standard or
accepted behavior for a respectable young lady. This
wasn't simply about disobeying one of her mothers many
rules. It was stepping out of line in a big way. It was
something she couldn't confess to anybody. Even her best
friend Betsy who was very open minded in these matters
would probably be deeply shocked if she were to tell her.

It had all seemed so natural, so harmless, so innocent.
She hadn't done anything to persuade Tony in any way. He
knew instinctively what to do.

Instinctively? Vanessa remembered a recent lesson when
the teacher had explained the difference between instinct
and learned response. Instinct had to do with survival,
with attacking one's prey and defending oneself. Instinct
also covered procreation, the things animals did to
ensure the survival of the species, like the female
attracting the male and mating. Licking a girl's private
parts had nothing to do with the instincts of a poodle.
So it must have been a learned response. But learned from
whom? From his previous owners? No. Tony had been a six
day old puppy when he arrived at their house. From whom
then? Vanessa didn't have any sisters. The only other
woman in the house was her mother. Vanessa banished that
thought immediately from her mind. It was just too
outrageous, too disrespectful to even think about
thinking it. She concluded that the mystery would have to
remain unsolved. But what was sure was that she couldn't
tell Nick the truth. Not only would he cut off any
relationship with her, he would tell everybody what a
pervert she was; that she had sex with dogs.

Vanessa started to cry. Crying was always a good way of
dealing with difficult situations. It softened people up,
made them less severe, more forgiving.

"I don't know why you get so hung up about this," she
whined. "I made a mistake. I called you by the wrong
name. I'm sorry!"

Nick insisted that one doesn't confuse the names of
people unless there is some similarity between them,
something they have in common. And as she had used Tony's
name in a very intimate situation, he had to assume that
she had been intimate with Tony too.

"Look at it from my point of view," Nick suggested. "You
wanted me to prove that I really love you. And I did. I
did this thing you wanted me to do. And right at the
crucial moment you call out someone else's name. What to
you expect me to make of that?"

"I swear to you by everything that's sacred to me that I
don't know any boy by the name of Tony."

She had to admit that this was a kind of sneaky way of
trying to get out of trouble, but she hoped it would
close the matter. And in order to make Nick forget this
unfortunate mistake completely, she was going to do to
him what she had promised.

"It's your turn," she said and put her hand on the part
of his trousers where she expected to find his erection.
There wasn't one. The mixup of names had upset Nick so
much, he had completely forgotten that Vanessa wasn't
wearing any panties under her skirt and that she had
agreed to take his penis into her mouth. It seemed like
he had gone off sex altogether.

'Desperate situations require desperate measures,'
Vanessa told herself. She got up and stood right in front
of Nick, looking firmly into his eyes.

"There's something I want to show you," she said as she
unbuttoned her blouse slowly, one button at a time, until
all buttons had been undone and the blouse fell open,
revealing her bra.

Nick looked at her. Excitement and disbelieve had
returned to his face.

"What is it you want to show me, Nessa?" His voice still
sounded gruff, almost unfriendly.

"This bra." she said, "It opens in the front. Look."

She undid the catch between the cups and let her bra
slide off her breasts. She felt good about her breasts.
They were the part of her body which most visibly
heralded her imminent transition from child to woman. The
excitement in Nick's eyes pleased her. It had somehow
become important to her that Nick liked what she had to
offer. As she moved her hands to the side to give him a
clear view, she realized that from now on he would always
ask her to wear this kind of bra, to make it easier for
him to touch her. Come to think of it, many things about
their relationship would change from today on. She
wouldn't be able to deny him in future what she had
offered him out of her own free will today. Nevertheless,
she couldn't help feeling a certain excitement as she
exposed herself to his eyes. She could feel her nipples
harden.

Nick stared in awe. Her breasts were beautiful! Quite big
for a girl her age, firm, wellshaped, perfect! And the
nipples! They stood out proudly, pointing straight at
him. He hadn't expected in his wildest dreams that she
would one day stand in front of him and remove her blouse
and bra without him even asking her to do it. Vanessa
definitely was that kind of girl who was into sex in a
big way, who enjoyed exposing herself. This Tony business
still left a sour taste in his mouth he wondered if
Tony had been treated to the same show but he was going
to make the most out of her unexpected generosity.

"You may touch them if you like," he heard Vanessa say.
It seemed that Christmas had come early this year. This
was another first. So far, Vanessa had fiercely resisted
all his attempts to see or touch her breasts. A few times
he had managed to slide his hand inside her blouse or
underneath her Tshirt, but had always found the direct
contact denied by her bra. These partial successes were
important as a measure of his progress, but hadn't really
given him any pleasure. Nick wanted to prove to Vanessa
that he wasn't the insensitive brute she had made him
feel like on those occasions. He was going to show her
how gentle and sensitive he could be. He took her into
his arms and kissed her. She responded to his kiss and
did not object when he pushed his tongue deep into her
mouth. His hand made its way up from her waist to her
breasts; he cupped one of them gently and lifted it a
little, as if to feel its weight. His fingers found her
nipple, moved around it, rubbed it gently.

The record he had put on had finished a long time ago.
Now the only audible sounds were their breathing and the
moans both of them emitted.

When Vanessa decided to expose her breasts to Nick's eyes
and hands, she hadn't been looking for any enjoyment. She
simply did it to bring the unpleasant discussion to an
end. She wanted Nick to occupy his mind with other things
than the question who Tony was. But the tender touch of
his hands on her skin, his fingers on her nipple, were
not without effect. It aroused her to offer herself to
him, to let him kiss her, touch her, squeeze her, make
her writhe under his touch. She had never thought that
letting a boy touch her could feel this good. As he held
her tight in his arms, she could feel his hardness
against her underbelly.

Vanessa told herself that she was only doing this to keep
up her end of the deal. Nobody should be able to say she
didn't keep her promises. And she was going to do it
right, to put Nick into a conciliatory frame of mind. She
knelt down in front of him, opened his belt and his fly
and let his trousers drop to his ankles. Then she pulled
down his underpants to release his penis. She had never
seen it that close. On the few occasions when she had
touched it, it had been dark, in the back row of the
cinema and once in a car. Now she could have a good look
at this rod of flesh which Nick called his pride and joy.
She pulled back the flexible skin to reveal the mushroom
shaped head. Nick gasped at her touch. She moved the skin
back and forth a few times.

"Not with your hands, with your mouth," Nick panted.
That's what she had promised and she wasn't going to go
back on her word. She firmed her lips around his shaft
and moved back and forth. She had no idea if this was how
you were supposed to do this her conversations with
Betsy had never got to this level of detail but Nick's
moans told her that she was on the right track.

When Nick's moans grew louder and she could feel that he
was about to ejaculate she was tempted to let his penis
slip out of her mouth. But she resisted the impulse. It
was important to please Nick so he'd forget about Tony.
She kept her lips firmly closed around Nick's shaft as he
pushed her head closer to his crotch, and swallowed the
semen he spurted into her mouth. She kept his penis in
her mouth and licked it clean until it had gone
completely soft.

Nick couldn't believe what had just happened. Sure,
Vanessa had promised to take his penis into his mouth,
but he had always suspected that she'd find a way of
chickening out. And even when she did, he was sure there
would be just a few kisses and licks and then she would
relieve him with her hand. But she had kept him in her
mouth all the way, she had swallowed every drop he had to
offer and had licked his member dry as if she couldn't
get enough.

Nick had no way of comparing but it seemed to him that
Vanessa was an expert at this. God, this girl was hot!
And she had almost managed to make him believe she was a
chaste prude who didn't want to get involved in anything
that had even remotely to do with sex!

"God, Nessa, that was fantastic! I never knew you were
such an expert at this. I had no idea you were that kind
of girl," he exclaimed.

Nick's comment was meant as a compliment, but it had
exactly the opposite effect. It signaled the start of her
moral hangover. It was the moment when remorse struck
Vanessa.

'Just look at you, Vanessa,' an inner voice told her. She
looked. Her panties lay discarded somewhere on the floor.
Her blouse and bra were wide open, revealing her breasts,
and she still had the salty taste of her boyfriend's
semen in her mouth. She had become exactly the kind of
girl her mother kept warning her about and that Nick
obviously would like to have as his girlfriend. How had
she managed to get herself into this state? Well, most of
it happened in order to appease Nick after that silly
mistake of hers. And that mistake? Hadn't that been the
result of her wanton lust? Hadn't she struck a deal with
Nick to get a second dose of the excitement she had felt
in the morning? True. But she wasn't really to blame for
this morning's events, was she? 'Oh, come off it
Vanessa,' the voice said, 'you don't really want me to
believe it all happened against your wishes?'

Vanessa imagined a headline reading: 'Girl (15), seduced
by pet dog, ends up in the gutter'. And then another one:
'Storm damages school, causes decline in moral
standards'. Alright then. She, and nobody else, was
responsible for her actions.

One thing became clear from all these wanderings of her
mind: Some serious correction was necessary to get her
back onto the right track. She would have to stay away
from Nick for a while, or at least avoid being with him
on her own. And she would have to pay more attention to
her mother's rules, many of which she was still violating
by her presence in this room, by her seminaked state in
front of a boy.

"I've got to go," Vanessa said, picking up her panties
from the floor and putting them on. She ignored Nick's
protests as she fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse.
She gave him an innocent little kiss on the cheek and was
about to leave when he offered to walk her home. She
accepted there was nothing wrong with that, was there?
Her inner voice remained silent.

They walked without saying a word, side by side, without
touching, each one lost in his private thoughts. They
didn't even hold hands as they usually did. Their cool
distance was in marked contrast to the intimacies they
had exchanged only a short while ago.

Nick wasn't going to let this Tony story pass as if
nothing had happened. Of course, he could just drop her
for cheating on him, for being unable to resist
temptation when she already had a boyfriend. But he
didn't want to drop her. Not after what happened today.
This girl was precious. He wouldn't be able to find
another girlfriend like her. And who knew what other
surprises she had in store for him. Maybe he would even
get to score a home run! He would probably end up
forgiving her. But he owed it to himself not to let this
Tony fellow get off scotfree. He had to find out who he
was. Then he would track him down, confront him and teach
him a lesson that would make him think twice about
messing with his girl or with anybody's girl for that
matter.

Vanessa's thoughts were also on Tony, not the one she
knew, an imaginary one. What if she confessed that there
really was a Tony? What if she told Nick that she
preferred Tony's company to his? She admitted that this
would be difficult to believe after what she'd just done
to Nick. Naturally, he would be furious. He'd probably
call her a damn cheat and liar, possibly worse things.
But he wouldn't go around badmouthing her because, after
all, it was her who was dumping him. Any negative rumors
he would spread about her would be considered sour
grapes, easily denied. She was pleased with herself. What
a brilliant mind! She would spend some time without a
boyfriend, getting her moral structure back into synch.
Everything that happened today would become an episode of
her wild past. She would wait until they reached her
parent's house. Then she'd tell him. And if he got really
angry, she'd just let him stand there and go inside.

As they approached Vanessa's home, they could see her
mother standing in the front garden. Vanessa waved to her
mother but wasn't terribly pleased to see her there. It
wasn't that she disliked seeing her mother, it was just
that her mother's presence made it impossible for her to
tell Nick what she had prepared in her head. She would
have to tell him over the phone, but that meant she would
have to wait for an opportunity when nobody else could
overhear their conversation.

Vanessa's mother had been watching the two for some time,
long before they had noticed her. She was pleased to see
them walk side by side like civilized human beings. Not
like some of the other youths she saw walking in a tight
embrace, openly exchanging kisses in public. She
recognized Nick as the boy who had picked up Vanessa a
few times for a date. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she first
thought. But, of course, his age and sex always made him
a suspect. When the two had almost reached the house, she
opened the gate to let out a little dog. The dog, a
poodle, ran towards Vanessa and tried to jump up on her.
Vanessa managed to avoid him touching her. She didn't
want him to make her skirt dirty. The little dog kept
jumping around her feet, yelping in joy.

Vanessa's mother turned to Nick and said, "Vanessa really
likes this dog. And Tony's crazy about her."

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

 

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Summer Games
Chapter 2

Megan turned the shower off as she finished her reverie and
started toweling herself dry. A tentative tapping sounded on
the door that led to the other suite the bathroom shared. The
dormitories the athletes were staying in were going to become
college dorms after the games were over. Each room was about
fifteen feet square and held two athletes. There were two beds,
two small desks with chairs, an extra pair of chairs, lockers
for their clothes, and a sink with a large mirror behind in each
room. The toilet and shower were shared with the adjacent room
and were in a four-foot wide space with a door on each side.
One of the girls in the other room wanted to use "the
facilities."

"You finish?" said a light voice. It was An Li, the Chinese
gymnast.

"In a minute," Megan called through the door and toweled faster.
The international committee had decided that the athletes should
get to know people from other countries and other events so each
nation's delegation had been dispersed throughout the Village
they were staying in and no room contained competing athletes
nor any two from the same country. An Li, at eighteen, was the
youngest of the four sharing the bathroom. Like all gymnasts
she looked younger, more like fourteen and Megan envied her
porcelain complexion. Her own was thick with freckles.

With her was Sevina, a blonde Swedish tennis player, the tallest
at six-one and the oldest at thirty-two. After years of debate
the committee had finally allowed professional tennis players to
compete in the games. A three-time Wimbledon champion, Sevina
could certainly have afforded to stay in any hotel suite she
chose but, she said, she wanted to experience the games as most
of the athletes did and stayed in the Village with the rest of
them.

Megan's roommate was Jasmine, a track and field athlete from
Jamaica. Specializing in the sprints, she was twenty-four,
short, and powerfully built. Her skin was a warm brown the
color of milk chocolate and she had the biggest tits Megan had
seen in her life. She had laughed as she showed her awestruck
roommate the incredibly sturdy sports brassiere she wore while
running. "They dance too much they throw off my stride," she
said in her Jamaican lilt.

Megan herself was twenty-two, a swimmer, and red-headed. She
had noticed An Li was fascinated by her copper-colored thick
thatch of hair. Cropped short to fit under a swim cap, it still
showed the corrugations that became waves if she'd let it grow
out. Everything else about her was average, she thought.
Average height, average weight, average breasts. Certainly more
than An's double whammy of gymnast and Asian but not nearly the
size of Jasmine's pair.

She finished and wrapped the towel around her body and opened
the door to An's room a crack.

"All done," she announced and left for her own room, closing the
door behind her. In her haste she didn't notice the motel-sized
bar of soap left on the floor of the shower stall.

As Megan squeezed the rest of the water out of her unruly mop of
hair, she heard the shower start. A moment later came a
startled squawk and a thud. Instantly Megan was at the door of
the bathroom.

"An, are you all right?" she asked.

"Ow-w-w-w" came the soft moan.

Megan opened the door and stepped inside. Half in, half out of
the shower the petite gymnast lay in a twisted heap. "I slip,"
she said as Megan turned the water off.

"Anything hurt?"

"Ankle."

"Criminy," Megan thought. "Come all this way and get knocked
out by a stupid accident before the games start!"

"Let's have a look."

The redhead scooped up the apprehensive girl and set her on the
closed seat of the toilet. Tiny, like all gymnasts, An couldn't
have weighed more than eighty pounds and Megan with her
swimmer's shoulders had no trouble lifting her. She shut off
the shower and grabbed An's towel off of the bar to drape it
over her wet shoulders. An leaned back against the toilet tank
as Megan knelt, gently put the suspect foot on the toilet seat,
and felt the ankle joint with expert fingers. Falls were common
on wet pool decks and Megan had treated more than one incipient
sprain. But there was no swelling and An didn't wince badly as
she increased the pressure a bit. She picked up An's leg by the
calf and cautiously moved the foot in circles.

"Does this hurt?" she asked.

"Just the outside, not in joint," An said hopefully. She was as
experienced with sprains as the swimmer was.

"Yes, it looks like you'll get a hell of a bruise but there's no
sprain. It won't even have to be taped."

Both women sighed with relief.

"I'll keep rubbing it a bit."

"Feels good," An replied and leaned her head back, eyes closed.

After a minute Megan's attention wandered and her gaze slipped
from the gymnast's face to her raised knee then down the inside
of her thigh to her pussy. An had rolled back onto her sacrum
as she offered her foot and the petite sex organ was completely
exposed to Megan's gaze.

Completely exposed, indeed, for the young Asian girl's pubic
hair consisted only of a small patch of silky looking straight
black strands at the top of her cleft that didn't even make a
token attempt at covering the lips below. Megan had a lusher
bush when she was ten but she knew An was no pre-pubescent
youngster. The smooth flesh of the outer lips of her pussy was
darker than the honey-tawn of rest of her skin, and became
darker on their inner surfaces. Darker yet, almost a purplish-
brown her ruffled inner lips peeped out from between their
sisters, soft and moist looking. At the very center was the
closed mouth of her vulva, bright pink in color and startling in
its contrast. Above, starting at the root of her cleft, the
prominent ridge of her clit in its sheath swelled larger as it
descended toward the vagina it guarded. An had the complex
orchid-like folds of a woman, not the simple indentations of a
child.

An opened her eyes and instantly knew what Megan was examining
now. "You look at my jade gate," she said in a mock-scolding
tone of voice.

Megan blushed at being caught. "I have a brother in the Navy,"
she flustered. "He said that Oriental women are, um, built
sideways."

An laughed. "He pull your leg," she giggled.

"Well, I never really believed him," Megan said lamely.

"I hear that white girls have teeth up inside," An said
archly. "But that not true. Otherwise you go through lovers
like praying mantis: One time each!"

Megan laughed. "No teeth," she said. "And I have boyfriend
plenty time each. An laughed after a momentary hesitation.
Then she quieted.

"What you call this?" she asked sliding a finger up her genital
slit. "Not doctor word," she said before Megan could reply. "I
find that in Chinese-English dictionary. But you not say 'Oh
lover, please touch my vagina! Please kiss my vulva!'"

"Not often," Megan said drily.

"In China we have dozen different words."

"Same here," said Megan. "Let's see . . . I guess the one I
like best is pussy. Some of the others are kind of blunt.

"Poo-sey," An said carefully. "Like cat?"

"Yes," Megan laughed. "A small, furry cat."

An ran her fingers through her sparse, silky pubes. "Some cats
furrier than others," she said. "Sevina is, but it not blonde
like her head. Brown instead."

"We call that a bush, among other things," Megan said.

An looked with fascination at Megan's hair. "How 'bout your
bush?" she asked. Is red like your head?"

"Just as," Megan replied. "Would you like a look?" An nodded,
obviously fascinated.

Megan stood and undid the tuck of the towel under her armpit.
Holding the close end to her chest she unwound the free end then
stood a moment with the towel's folds concealing her from An's
gaze. As an athlete she had been naked in the showers with
other girls and women more times than she could count over the
years since junior-high school, but nobody stared at each other.
Any assessments of someone's form were done with surreptitious
glances. She was used to the way her lovers devoured her with
their eyes but this was the first time she would expose herself
before a female's frankly observing gaze. She dropped the
towel.

An stared at the auburn muff that curled out from between
Megan's thighs. Virtually all of her swimming was competitive
or training, not recreational, and the competition rules specify
a one piece suit. She didn't even own a bikini and so had never
trimmed her pubic hair as virtually every girl her age in
Southern California had to stay coy on the beach. The lush, red
mass of sexual foliage thoroughly covered her love mound in an
inverted delta with its naturally neat, level line at the top.
Fluffed up after being toweled off, the curly mass stood out a
full half inch from the smooth curve of her lower belly.

"Bush on fire," An said breathlessly. "Can't see jade gate in
the flames."

Megan looked down at herself. "Guess not," she said. "It's
there, though, for those who are invited."

She put one foot onto the toilet seat between An's thighs and
swung her knee wide to expose her cunt. Her auburn pubic hair
continued deep between her legs, divided in two by her pussy but
decorating her outer lips on either side. Like the gymnast's
sex organ, her inner lips were longer than her outer and were
plainly in sight. The whole area tingled as An leaned forward
for a closer look.

"May,I touch?" she asked.

"Sure," Megan replied with anticipation. Other than the
perfunctory touch of her gynecologist she'd never been touched
by a woman.

An brushed Megan's pubes with the palm of her hand then gathered
it in her fist and gently pulled the kinky hair.

"Shame to keep such lush beauty hidden," she said softly.
"Imagine what it look like at beach. Like wildflowers in
bloom."

"Not everyone is as lush," Megan replied. "And the colors are
mostly shades of brown."

An moistened a finger in her mouth and touched Megan's bare
inner cuntlips. Megan felt An part them and slip the wet digit
into her vagina to slowly rotate it inside her body.

"No teeth," An reported and Megan laughed.

The Asian slid two fingers up Megan's cleft until they straddled
the hood hiding her love button. Gently she pushed the loose
flesh back, exposing the glistening pink pearl inside.

"Your . . ."

"Clit," Megan said, filling the pause.

"Ah. Nickname for clitoris. Your clit smaller than mine but
mine bigger than most I've seen."

"They come in various sizes I suppose. I haven't seen many,"
Megan said, wondering where An had. "We don't go around
spreading our pussys open for display in the showers."

"You like to see mine?" An asked.

"Okay," and Megan knelt again before her again.

An spread her legs wide and her sexual slit slowly gaped open.
The pink lips of her vulva looked moist. At the top the ridge
of her clitoral sheath did, indeed, seem larger than Megan's.
The curious girl paused a moment before touching another woman
for the first time, then gently pushed back the hood hiding An's
clitoris. The round head of that buzz-button, the size of her
finger, suddenly popped into view and Megan brushed it with her
thumb. An shuddered and sighed as a dollop of clear fluid
welled from her cunt.

Megan collected some of that sexual fluid on her finger and
rolled between it and her thumb. The lubricant felt slick and
somehow alive. Megan spread An's inner cuntlips exposing the
red wetness of the entrance to her sexual vault then slowly slid
her finger up and down the closed mouth of her vulva. She
marveled at the slick heat of the other woman's genitals as she
explored for the first time the feel of someone else's cunt.

"Mmmm," An murmured dreamily. "You have a lover's touch."

Suddenly shy, Megan pulled her finger back. The Asian girl's
eyes shined and she slowly reached forward.

"What is lovers' word for this?" she asked and she caressed
Megan's left breast.

"Boob, I guess," Megan replied. She was distracted by the touch
of An's warm hand as it gently hefted and fondled her mammary to
wind up at her pale pink nipple. "Jugs if they're big enough."

"Mine definitely not jugs," An said as she guided Megan's hand
to her own breast. Megan was intrigued by the warm softness of
An's petite boob and she felt the dark brown nipple firm as it
responded to her touch.

"Mine either," she said as the two gently massaged each others'
tits. "But Jasmine's are."

"Jasmine has gallon-jugs!" An laughed.

"I have what?" came a Jamaican-laced husky voice behind Megan.
Her roommate had come in sometime before and must have heard her
name.

"Oh my . . ." the track athlete said as she appeared in the
doorway of the tiny bathroom and saw the two naked women inside.

"We compare body," An said unabashed. "We got yellow girl; we
got white girl; you like to show black girl?"

"We call that playing doctor where I come from," Jasmine
laughed. "But I guess I'm game. You just want a look at my
treasure chest. Gallon jugs indeed."

The black girl was dressed in sweats which she doffed to reveal
a track suit in the Jamaican team's black, green, and gold
colors. After kicking off the sneakers she'd worn from the
track Jasmine crossed her arms and peeled her jersey top over
head in a smooth motion to reveal the serviceable sports bra she
wore at the track. As sturdy as it was, it could scarcely
contain the two massive mammaries within their cups. When she
stretched her running shorts over her hips and bent to skim them
to the floor they heaved upwards and threatened to overflow like
a sudden rush of water behind a dam.

Standing upright Jasmine posed a moment in her underwear, one
knee slightly bent and turned inward in a classic model's
stance. Her white brassiere was meant to confine and secure
rather than uplift and accentuate her breasts so it was quite
opaque and unsexy as it did its duty. Below, her panties were
equally designed for serviceability to protect her tender parts
from chafing as she ran. The white cotton of her briefs, high
at the waist but cut high at the sides so they didn't show under
her outer shorts, accentuated the vee at the top of her powerful
sprinter's thighs and above the waistband her belly bulged
outward slightly, round with muscle, not fat, and the blind eye
of her navel just showed just above the opaque material.

She did a slow pirouette to display herself. Behind, her ass
muscles worked behind the taut but equally opaque seat of her
panties while above, the bra's inch-wide straps that came over
her shoulders joined before descending to the four-inch wide
band around her rib cage.

With her back to the two watchers the black athlete put her
hands between her breasts and with a ripping sound parted the
velcro that held her bra closed. Shrugging the loose straps off
her shoulders she let the now empty garment drop to the floor
behind her. Then Jasmine crossed her arms and turned to face
them and display her cradled breasts, hands cupping her nipples.

"My prized possessions," she quipped as she massaged them into
erection then let her hands drop to her sides. "Awe inspiring,
aren't they?"

An said nothing as she fairly gaped at the sight of the massive
tits before her. Each pillow of feminine flesh was easily ten
times the size of her own small pair put together and the color
of milk chocolate. Crowning each was an enormous nipple even
darker and surrounded by an areola the size of a silver dollar.
Jasmine moved her shoulders and her breasts moved and jostled
with a life of their own.

Indicating her left boob, the black athlete said, "Charlie, my
boyfriend, calls this one Dolly and the other one Carol."

Still awestruck, An said nothing as Jasmine came closer but she
slowly reached out and caressed a grape-sized nipple.

"Do they give chocolate milk?" she asked impishly as that stiff
erogenous zone avoided her thumb.

"I don't know," laughed Jasmine. "You'll have to ask Charlie."

Stepping back a pace she hooked her thumbs under the waist of
her briefs. She pulled it down in the back first, then in
front, exposing the lush, black curls of her bush. She then
bent to push the slackened undergarment to the floor and An's
eyes widened at the sight of her massive tits as they swung out,
then settled back into place as she straightened up again.

By now, still crouching, Megan was studying the pubic patch
displayed at eye height before her. She had never really seen a
black woman nude before -- black swimmers are rare -- and as in
the showers she had always averted her gaze when her roommate
was dressing or undressing but now she could stare unabashed at
the other woman's privates. They were the very antithesis of
An's: The lush pubic hair spilled out from between the
Jamaican's thighs, even thicker than her own. It was, of
course, black as coal and the tightly curled hair glinted with
highlights. Megan reached out and slid her hand between the
brown thighs before her, then up to touch her roommate's cunt,
completely invisible inside her pubic jungle. It was warm and
the unseen lips were soft to her touch. Jasmine looked down at
Megan with a bemused expression.

"I've never been touched there before," she said. "By a woman."

"This is new to me, too," Megan replied as, shy again, she
withdrew her hand.

Meantime, the fascinated An was massaging both of Jasmine's
erect nipples. The dark areolae surrounding them corrugated,
elevating the thumb-sized spigots. She then put both hands on
one massive tit to mold and massage the jiggling girl flesh
before her.

"Mmm," Jasmine murmured, "Feels nice. Most guys paw at 'em.
Even Charlie isn't a gentle as you."

"That's because I'm girl," An said, but before anything else
could happen, the three heard the front door in her room open
and close.

"An?" Sevina's voice called out. "You here?"

"I'm in bathroom," An replied, then grinned impishly. "With
friends."

"With friends?" Sevina questioned as she appeared in the
doorway.

She didn't seem shocked when she saw the three naked women in
the bathroom. In fact her gaze seemed admiring and appraising
as she leaned against the door frame, a slight smile on her
lips.

"Very good friends," the older woman said drily. "Very good
friends, indeed."

Megan stood slowly. Her entire front tingled and she was
acutely aware of her nudity. For years there had been rumors in
the press on Sevina's lesbianism and she felt the same as if a
man had been standing there, looking at her body. Jasmine
finally broke the tableau.

"Yeah," she said defiantly, putting her arm around Megan's
shoulder. "Very good. You want to join us or just watch?"

"Oh, I'll be delighted to join," Sevina said. "I'd hoped to get
. . . closer to my suite-mates before the games were over."

Jasmine and Megan glanced at each other. It looked as if the
rumors were true.

"It's too small in here," An said. "Let's go to our room."

The four of them trooped into the small room Sevina and An
shared. The three naked girls sat on An's bed and waited. The
bed was small and Megan was in the middle. Crowded together,
she could feel the warm flesh of the hips and thighs of the
women on either side of her. It felt sexy and intimate and on
impulse she put both arms out and behind to touch the outer hip
of both her friends. Jasmine reciprocated and An was even more
intimate as she caressed the inside of Megan's thigh, thumb
occasionally brushing her auburn pubes.

Sevina was dressed in street clothes and the first thing she did
was to kick of the high-heeled shoes she was wearing and wiggle
her toes with an obvious sigh.

"It's nice to get comfortable," she said with a smile and
reached behind her to unzip the blue dress she was wearing.
Shrugging out of the sleeves she teased the watching women a
moment by holding the cloth up to her chest then letting it
drop. This exposed the top of her slip which was a filmy white
lace sheer enough to show her brassiere under it. The white
accentuated the tan on her shoulders: Years on the courts and
the love of sunbathing all Swedes had made Sevina the color of
toast.

Sevina pushed the dress past her hips and to the floor then hung
it in her locker. The other girls admired the graceful
movements of her body under the flowing slip as she did. She
faced the group again and passed a hand over the covered mound
of her left breast then down the front of the slip and the front
of her thigh in a gentle self-caress until it reached the bottom
hem. Grasping that hem with both hands she pulled the slip up
and over her head in one fluid movement then discarded it behind
her to stand before them in bra, panties, and panty-hose.

Through the panty-hose Megan could see that Sevina's panties
were also white but thong style, not much larger than a G-string
in front. Somehow she was not surprised that the famous tennis
star didn't wear an ordinary pair of briefs.

"This is always the awkward, unsexy part," Sevina commented as
she worked the taut nylon of her hose over her hips then sat on
the bed to peel it off her legs and past her feet. She stood
before them in her last two garments.

Before removing them, though, she started to caress herself
again. With her right hand she manipulated her left breast,
hefting the soft, holstered flesh in its low-cut satin cup.
Then she duplicated the movements with her left hand on her
other tit, squeezing the pliant mammaries until they threatened
to pop out of their confining garment. Her nipples started to
poke out the satin covering them.

Keeping a steady gaze on her watching suite-mates the Swedish
tennis star then passed her hand down the sides of her body,
over the strings at her hips and on down to her knees. She
braced herself on her knees and bent forward toward the girls
showing them the tan, fleshy valley between her breasts. The
top of her bra had gaped open with this movement so that they
could see almost down to the nipples. Megan now could
understand why men were so fascinated by strip-teasers. As more
of the feminine body was being exposed in front of her she was
becoming aroused. Almost unconsciously her hand on An's hip
crept up and started playing with the nipple on the gymnast's
own petite teat. An, for her part became more insistent with
her thumb's explorations of Megan's pubes. The redhead spread
her thighs a bit and the wandering thumb disappeared between
them, passing down the cleft of her sex.

After holding the tableau a moment Sevina straightened up,
gliding her hands upward until she was caressing the delta of
her panties, tracing the edge where flesh and satin met. Then
she shifted back to her tits and played with them a while before
slipping the slender straps of her brassiere off of her
shoulders. Ever so slowly she pulled the cups down until just
the very tops of the red-brown haloes that surrounded her
nipples showed.

Catching her lower lip between her teeth, Sevina reached behind
her to undo the hooks and let the slackened undergarment drop to
the floor and stand before them bare-breasted. They were a bit
smaller than Megan's pair and low slung, though well shaped for
all that. They were the same even tan as her face and
shoulders. Sevina obviously spent a lot of the time in the sun
topless. Her nipples tilted upwards slightly. With a
lascivious grin she shook her shoulders making her tits joggle
from side to side then played with them again.

As her nipples firmed into brown buds a collective moaning sigh
came from her audience. An's nipple was erect under Megan's
caresses and the Asian's thumb had found the Celtic clit and was
strumming it lightly as she also caressed her own love mound.
Megan spread her thighs wider to encourage her. Meantime
Jasmine rolled back a bit, trapping Megan's hand under her
cheek, spread her own legs and uninhibitedly began to
masturbate. She licked her parted lips as her restless hand
manipulated her own love button.

Seeing that she had her audience at a fever pitch, Sevina began
to copy their actions. Her hand slid down her front and delved
underneath the satin covering her own love mound. An
unmistakable look of ecstasy came over her face as she fondled
her genitals under the hiding, confining undergarment. Then, as
if making up her mind the blond suddenly pulled her hand out of
her panties and turned her back to them. Most of her ass was
exposed by the virtually seatless panties she was wearing.
After a moment, she hooked her thumbs under the narrow bands at
her waist and skimmed the taut elastic over the twin hemispheres
of her ass let the thong fall to the floor.

Both globes were as tan as the rest of her though a sharply
defined white area at the top of the cleft dividing them and the
faint lines on her hips showed that Sevina didn't sunbathe quite
nude. Megan had a moment to hope that her own ass would be as
tight and smooth in a decade then deliberately, slowly, the
tennis star bent forward at the waist again and shifted to
spread her feet, wide. This action revealed the cleft of her
cunt at the top of her thighs. The smooth, white outer lips
were hairless but the light brown curls on her love mound could
be seen. Her cuntal mouth was a closed slit; she reached with
both hands reached between her legs and spread her pussy open
until, like a ripe plumb bursting, the ruffled inner lips
appeared. One hand spread these moist treasures while two
fingers on the other plunged into her vaginal opening and sawed
in and out.

All pretense of modesty was abandoned by the three on the bed.
Megan had never masturbated with anyone watching before, not
even Fred, but she did so now, unabashed. She spread her legs
wide, retrieved both hands from her neighbors and used one to
abuse her left nipple while the other pulled the hood of her
clitoris up and down its buzzing tip. On one side An did the
same while on the other Jasmine moaned rhythmically as her
fingers plunged in and out of her own cunt in time with Sevina.
The Swede looked over her shoulder and began rocking her pelvis
in a frankly coital motion. The movement made her dangling
breasts swing in small arcs.

"Having a good time, ladies?" she asked.

"Yes," one managed to say while the other two just groaned.
Until now Megan would have never believed that she could have
been this aroused by a woman.

The blond Swede released her genitals straightened up, and
turned to face them in the same classic pose Jasmine had used
with most of her weight on one leg while the other was bent
slightly at the knee and turned inward. The pubic hair on her
lovemound was a shade too dark to be called blond and curled
more loosely than Megan's. It covered the cleft of her sex but
petered out before reaching the crease on either side in a full
delta. The skin of her love mound was a sharply delineated dead
white, contrasting with the tan of her thighs and belly,
confirming that she did, indeed, hide a few square inches while
lying in the sun. Her pubes stood out in contrast to the pale
skin.

"So what do we do now?" she asked.

""We gotta do something," Jasmine said huskily, examining her
wet fingers, "Or you'll have to excuse me while I finish myself
off. There's a puddle from my pussy here on the bed."

Megan touched the sheet between her own thighs and confirmed
that she had her own wet spot. She knew how the Jamaican felt.
Not able to achieve orgasm in the short time Sevina had gyrated
before her, every nerve ending was tingling, demanding a
release.

"That would be a waste," An said quietly on Megan's other side.
"We're just the right number to play the starfish game."

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