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JZL1109: The Next Week When Can We Do It Again?

Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!

by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2001. Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

JZL is my life story series. You can find out more about the entire
series at /~jeffzephyr/jzlstories.html, and more of
year 11 at /~jeffzephyr/jzleleven.html

JZL11 - Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. -
by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2000, 2001.




JZL1109: The Next Week When Can We Do It Again? (mf mff oral rom)
by Jeff Zephyr


Next week, we had more talks at school about our relationship and sex.
Sherry and Maureen got together privately with Annie, and I knew that
they'd been worried about how Annie would react to all that we'd done,
especially the lesbian parts. They were very happy that Annie was
cool about this all. All four of us walked to Sherry's house
together, and we all held hands, again. When we got to Sherry's
house, Sherry kissed me, then Maureen did, and then Annie did. I felt
very happy at this arrangement, that all my friends were getting along
together so well. Annie said, "This is so cool, how we can all do
this and not be jealous. Let's promise never to get jealous, ever!"

We did that, swearing that we would always be friends, no matter what.
Despite this revelation, Sherry and Maureen still didn't kiss each
other in the open, on the sidewalk by their house, but they hugged
each other, then they hugged Annie between them.

At school, we talked on the playground about where we might get
together to "do stuff" - our quickly invented code for having sex -
and be comfortable. It was a chilly spring, often raining. That
ruled out most outdoor places, other than to get briefly naked or have
quick contact. Wednesday, while going home with Sherry and Maureen,
we stopped and went behind a garage, in the shadow where it didn't
seem likely anyone could have seen us.


It wasn't truly private, but no one could easily see us without
getting close, and we'd probably hear them first. I really wanted to
do something with them, more than just kiss and hold hands. My
friends seemed to want it just as much as I did, maybe even more!
Maureen was the one who suggested the space between the garages as
being secret enough without going off too far, so we could get
together on the way home without looking suspicious. When we got
there, it was Maureen, again leading the sex situation, who said,
"Take your pants down, Jeff. I want to play with your penis!"

Sherry smiled at that and kissed me, whispering in my ear, like a
secret, "I haven't tasted your stuff, your jism, semen, not yet, and
Maureen has. She says that I have to do it or else, you know how it
is. I want to do it, too, because she said it was fun, and Annie said
so too."

I dropped my pants, and we all sat on our coats, which we put on the
cold concrete to make it more comfortable. Both girls licked my dick,
one on each side, almost kissing each other with me in between,
tongues touching. They were sharing me, sharing the pleasure they
were giving me and I loved the sensation, and the wonderful feeling of
being a part of them this way. They looked so sweet, licking and
kissing me, leaning over my lap, moving into a real kiss as they
reached the tip of my dick.

It had been about a week and a half since we made love last, with me
wanting it all the time with them. Their attention this day felt like
heaven. Maureen moved to my balls and below, licking and stroking
gently, while Sherry worked on my shaft, sucking on the tip hard,
barely hitting it with her teeth at all, and it was just so good.

I whispered, softly, "You are just so nice, both of you, that's so
good!" But I was afraid to say more, or make too much noise, in case
someone might hear us. The sounds of sex were enough, though that was
not too loud for what we were doing.

I wasn't sure whether I should warn Sherry or not as my orgasm
approached. I had this thought ; if she intended to swallow it all,
having it come as a surprise would make it easier. Right after that,
almost without thinking, I said in a quiet voice but not quite a
whisper, "That is so nice, Sherry, how you're eating me up, ah . . .
oh . . . "

Sherry recognized my tone, and maybe those sighs, as signs of my
approaching orgasm, and she sucked me in deeper, pushing her mouth
down over my dick, slipping her tongue around the tip, drawing my
orgasm right out of me, along with my hot come. She held on, as my
body jerked in time with her sucking.

She managed to hold it in, and swallow it, but her face was all
scrunched up, as if she didn't like the taste but was forced to eat it
anyway, like parents do to kids with some foods. We didn't have a
soda handy, or anything to drink. To make up for that, and because I
was starting to think it was a really sexy thing to do, I kissed
Sherry, licking inside her mouth, finding my flavor strong inside her.
Annie said I tasted good, yummy even, and I was beginning to think
that she was right. I certainly thought that Annie's pussy was tasty,
no longer licking her just to make her feel good. And kissing Sherry
after she had sucked me until I came, seemed very sweet, wonderful
loving kisses, and I knew that was good to do.

I was again very aware of my surroundings, and the girls had gotten me
off first, quickly. I knew we weren't in all that secret of a place,
and might be discovered at any time. I'd read some things which
suggested that men quit wanting sex, or at least were less willing to
please their partners and do risky things, after an orgasm, and I felt
some of that. But I, as with Annie on Friday, wanted to make my lover
girls feel the joy of sex they'd given me, and to taste them and enjoy
their bodies, just as much as before.

"Maureen, I'll do you first, OK?" I asked. There were several reasons
for me to do Maureen first. The main one was that I wanted to feel
free to do Sherry as long as we could, without worrying that I had to
do Maureen afterward. She was special to me, and I really wanted to
pay her back for the fine blow job she'd given me.

Maureen slid her pants and panties down in one quick motion, and I
wasted a little time just looking at her bare bottom, moving around
her to look from both sides. That was another reason I wanted to do
Maureen first. I loved Sherry and Annie, but I found Maureen's
reddish hair around her pussy special too, more grown-up, and not
something to remind me so much of my baby sister Cher. It wasn't a
big reason, but I loved looking at the naked girls in the magazines,
but Maureen's pussy in the flesh looked even better and I was going to
do more than just look!

She lay down as I had, but instead of slipping one leg off and just
spreading her legs apart, she leaned back and pulled her legs up,
folding at the knees, to expose more of her bottom to me. Her pussy
looked very wet and open, and it made me want to dive in and stay
there forever.

I reached for my pants leg, to pull it back on so I could cover up,
but Sherry caught that, and pulled them away from me, saying, "Lick
Maureen's pussy, eat her up, all nice and sweet, and I'll play with
you. Let me play with your penis, your dick, OK, Jeffie? I want to
do it again, please?"

I wasn't about to say no to Sherry, and she hadn't called me Jeffie in
a year or so, that just got to me. It was like when we were kids.
Of course, some might say that we still were, but I didn't feel like a
child when I was with my girlfriends.

I moved up to my hands and knees, leaned to kiss Maureen's red-haired
pussy, and spread my legs so my friend Sherry could play with me as
she liked. A tentative lick, just a taste of her pussy, then I
sniffed, inhaling her fragrance, rubbing my face in her body hair,
nuzzling her with light kisses and licks. I was in heaven, just
touching her there again, no hurry to do more. Of course, I did do
some more, but I kept my licks light, especially on her clit. Maureen
seemed to tense up some when I touched that spot, and though I knew it
really made her feel good, I'd read and noticed with Sherry that
it was sometimes very sensitive. Kissing around it, lightly on it,
made her sigh with delight.

Sherry softly licked and kissed my dick, which was still soft and wet
from her earlier attentions. The combination of her sweet, soft
touches, and the sensations of eating Maureen, gently, enjoying her
fragrance and taste, overwhelmed everything else. Sherry's touches on
me spurred me to speed up my action on Maureen. I licked and sucked
faster, harder, and Maureen spread her legs wider, pulling them up,
making it easier for me to do that.

Maureen squeaked not a squeal, but almost a shriek when I sucked
on her clit directly, and then said, panting, "Do that, lick me fast,
do it, eat it, that's good . . . "

I locked my lips around her clit, and licked her hard and fast, diving
in to eat her up. My face was pressed into her, but I kept my eyes
open, looking up at her smiling face. She nodded her head, signaling
me to eat her even harder, and I did that. Sherry was humming in
delight, enjoying her chance to play with my dick, pulling on it,
blowing on it, tasting it lightly all over from my navel to balls and
all around it, even though it was still not yet hard again.

Sherry pulled on the tip of my dick, squeezing it and stretching it.
Then, she licked it all over, lightly, gently, before letting it
restore to its normal soft length. She softly rubbed and stroked it,
nibbled lightly with her teeth, blew on it, kissing it, every touch
soft and gentle. It wasn't intense enough to spur me to another
orgasm, though it was blissful delight to feel her touching me there,
while I was giving our friend so much pleasure. I felt like I was
floating on her touches, her love.

Maureen's orgasm came as a surprise to me, hard and wild. I held on,
keeping my lips on her clit, my face on her pussy, sucking on it as
she wriggled and bucked underneath me. I kept licking her pussy hard,
until she said, "OK, Oh God Jeffie, that was just so cool! Sherry,
are you still playing with his dick?"

"Mmm," Sherry hummed, "Yes, I am. I've always wanted to just play
with it, and since you were busy, I thought it would be fun!"

I was still licking Maureen's pussy, slower now, because my face was
still pressed into it and she hadn't pulled away. I slid down,
licking her vagina, enjoying the moisture there. The books mentioned
something about girl come and ejaculation, but I hadn't seen that
happen exactly, but there was sure something there which wasn't
before. Sherry hadn't stopped her stroking and licking on me, either.
I wasn't in a hurry to end this situation, and if Maureen wanted me to
give her another orgasm, and Sherry wanted to keep playing with me
until I came again, I was ready for that.

Finally Maureen said, "I'm glad we got to play with Jeff again. I
think it is your turn now, Sherry. We can just swap, OK?"

We all stood up again, stretching a little, my pants and Maureen's
still down, the cold air stimulating me, cooling off my arousal but
not my desire to do more with my friends. Doing Maureen again would
be nice, but making Sherry happy would be even nicer, paying her back
for what she'd just done for me.

Sherry dropped her pants, but didn't pull them off. Instead, she
bowed her feet in, spreading her legs but making it harder to simply
lay between them. Her shoes wouldn't let her pull her pants off, and
she was afraid, I guess, to take them off, in case someone interrupted
us. Maureen pulled her own pants back on, which was probably as well
for me because I couldn't look at her naked body and eat Sherry's
pussy at the same time, and the temptation to try would have been
distracting.

I started licking Sherry's leg, right by her left knee, then up the
inside, slowly and softly, stopping right before I reached her pussy.
I loved how she had handled me, softly touching all around my
sensitive private places, not just going for the part which would make
me come. I wanted to make her feel that too. Maureen seemed to have
the same idea because she rubbed my dick with her hand and licked and
kissed, but didn't try to suck it hard at all.

We spent a long while on slow licking and kissing. Maureen played
with my balls, holding each one gently between her fingers, licking
them, kissing them, and it felt so wonderful! "That is so sweet, you
can keep doing that all day long!" I told her, sighing. My dick was
hardening again, but I wasn't in a hurry to have more done with it,
yet. I wanted to concentrate on making my Sherry feel wonderful too.

I licked all around her pussy, crossing the center each time I passed,
but not lingering long. Eventually, I moved to the center and licked
her up and down, slowly at first then faster when her sighs of delight
made it hard for me not to try to bring her to climax. Then faster
still, hoping to give her as wonderful an orgasm as I had just given
Maureen.

Sherry seemed to like what I was doing, but no orgasm was coming
along. I heard some noises from the street, and maybe that distracted
Sherry, if she noticed them. I stopped licking to say, "Maybe,
Sherry, you should use your fingers to help me this time, OK?"

Sherry didn't seem to mind that suggestion, and put one hand on her
pussy, rubbing it, and pointing out where I should suck and lick,
guiding me. Maureen gave up on licking me to move next to Sherry,
kissing her on the lips, hugging her and rubbing her chest through her
clothes. We both wanted to help make Sherry come, and together I was
sure we could do it quickly. I loved how they cooperated to get me
off, and I knew we both loved Sherry a lot, so this could be really
special, a great, wild, wonderful bit of joy we could share!

I could feel Sherry push her pussy up at me, rubbing her clit with her
fingers as I licked around it, and in between them. Maureen was
kissing Sherry's neck, with one hand on each breast, and I was lost in
the joy of giving my lover pleasure, knowing that I'd soon feel her
come in my mouth.

"That's so good, Jeff, Oh . . . " Sherry said.

Suddenly, loud voices startled us. They weren't far away, and I
wasn't sure for a moment where they were, or even where I was, lost in
the sensations, concentrating only on making love to Sherry. In a
confused panic, Sherry pushed us off her, pulling her pants up. I did
the same thing, though I had to slide one shoe off in order to do
that. Maureen stood, holding our coats, watching to see if whoever we
heard would come closer. We all struggled to quickly straighten our
clothes, so we'd look normal.

Two boys, older teens, ran past us, right past, not just on the
street. They didn't say anything to us, just went by, no sign that
they'd heard anything of what we were doing. We were alone again, and
all of us breathed hard, a sigh of relief. I'd held my breath, and
didn't even notice it until they were gone.

Sherry said, "We should go home, OK?"

"But you didn't get it, you know, an orgasm," I told her. I really
wanted to do that for her, and I was sure that we'd almost done it.

"I know, I want it too, but I'm too scared now."

"Well, I'm scared too. But we could still, you know, try to do it
quickly."

"No, it won't work. I'd be too scared. I'm sorry, we'll get another
chance."

I hoped it would be soon. I wanted to do it, and even more, with
Sherry and Maureen. Stealing a few minutes like this, even though it
seemed longer when we were doing it, was fine, but I really wanted to
just be with them with no time limits, no interruptions. I really
wanted to make Sherry feel good, the way she'd done for me.

Sherry kissed me, holding me close, then said, "You were great today.
I love you!"

"I love you too. And you too, Maureen!" I said, louder than I meant
to. Then, I kissed and hugged Maureen. We three held each other for
a minute or so, then put our coats back on, leaving our not so private
place.

We weren't far from Sherry's house. Sherry left, and Maureen and I
followed. Talking here might be private enough, but I no longer felt
as safe as I had when we were having sex.

When we got to Sherry's house, we stopped to talk and kiss, standing
on the sidewalk in front as usual. At least it had been usual for us
in the past but that day was different. Our interrupted sexual
encounter still had us hot inside. If Sherry's mom hadn't been home,
I'd have suggested that we go inside and just do it there, despite the
risk.

Instead, we talked about sex. A serious talk, not the way we tried to
talk about it at school without using any explicit words or going into
any details. That didn't work well anyway, because we were too afraid
to say anything at all which might get us caught. We walked slowly
away from Sherry's house, out in the open, but with no one close, so
we could hear each other, and notice if anyone came close enough to
hear what we'd say. We still talked quietly, but we just couldn't
hold back our words.

I hadn't been with them in naked privacy for ten days. Despite my
wonderful time with Annie, getting naked with her and then this week,
touching her without getting naked, it was still these two girls that
I wanted to be with. I wanted to share things with them, and what had
just happened was just so close to perfect, but not quite. Well, not
perfect, because I really did want a repeat of our all day naked time,
but feeling Sherry's orgasm come close and escape felt frustrating. I
know, I had come just fine, and I was warming up to a second one
myself, but I was really wanting to make Sherry feel so good, the way
she had made me feel.

"I really want to make love to you, Sherry, to make you feel happy," I
said. "I loved doing that for Maureen, but I just wish we could get
together more."

Maureen said, "I know, ever since we were with you, I keep thinking
about doing it again. Sherry and I have been together almost every
night, and we've been doing it together every time, more than ever."

Sherry nodded, and added, "It was so cool, last summer, when we
touched each other, making orgasms together. After I kissed Maureen,
real tongue kissing, for practice . . . " She smiled and kissed me, a
nice wet kiss. "We were doing it to practice for you, and it just
seemed so nice, it was OK to do more, touching each other. It turned
into more than just practicing, and, well . . . "

Maureen interrupted, "Kissing like that we did only in bed, usually
naked together. I couldn't kiss you like that without thinking about
me and Sherry together. I wanted to do it before, but I don't know, I
guess we just weren't ready. And I wasn't sure if you'd think it was
OK for us to kiss like that, and do things. No way we were going to
quit doing it however, not after last summer."

They went on to tell me more about their summertime discovery of love.
A lot of details about touching each other, then kissing nipples, and
soon after, pussy licking to orgasm. I was lost in their dreamy
lustful story, and Sherry was pushing her body against mine, rubbing
her pussy against my hip, exciting me terribly, and I was sure she was
heating up was well.

Sherry said, "It was so quick, from touching each other there and
making orgasms, to making love, kissing every special place. Like you
saw us on the beach?" She kissed me on my neck, enthusiastically. "I
just couldn't help it, you know? It felt so wonderful, it just had to
be good to do that with my best friend."

We all agreed that it was too good a thing to stop doing it. Maureen
went on more about how she had played with herself first, using toys
to rub her body, pushing into her vagina. Later, she shared this play
with Sherry, knowing that it was practice for doing it with a boy, and
sometimes they'd pretend that I was doing it with them. Sherry didn't
like things stuck in her pussy the same way, but that was OK, because
licking and kissing there was good too.

"But now that we've shared this secret with you," Maureen explained,
"it is even better! I'm so glad that you know about us, and love us.
I just wanted to tell you, and let you in on what we were doing.
Especially when I was pretending that it was you doing things when
Sherry touched me. What we were doing was just so nice, but..."

Sherry interrupted to ask, "Are we normal girls even if we're
Lesbians?" looking at me. I was sure she wanted my answer, not
Maureen's.

"Yes, sure you are. I said that on the beach."

She reminded me about what I'd said last fall, and of course I
explained that I didn't mean 'normal' as being OK or good or whatever
- just what most people expected. I was very surprised at their
revelation, and hadn't suspected it at all.

"I really love you both, and I'm so glad that you have each other and
are happy in love together too," I said. "You are so lucky to be able
to sleep together all the time!"

Sherry said, "Like Maureen said, it is even better now that we've done
it with you. She gets so hot, talking about it, pretending that we're
with you again. I think about it too, I guess. I, well, just want it
all the time now. I mean, I wanted it before, sure, but it feels good
knowing that you love us too."

"Me too!" I said, loudly. "I wish I could help you out with that. I
mean, making love with you together and making you both feel good."

"Maybe you can," Maureen said. "You said you had some books, which
told about sex, including Lesbian sex, right?" she asked, smiling
nervously at me. Then, less nervous, she shyly asked, "Just tell us
all about that, OK?"

I wasn't sure why that embarrassed her more than talking about what
we'd done together, but I tried to tell them everything I could
remember. I promised to look for more, because I'd concentrated on
things that boys did with girls when I read, though I did look at
other things. They'd had some books to read too, but nothing which
went into such detail, nor which had much about girls doing things
with girls only. Penthouse had some of that in the letters thing, but
it didn't seem exactly like what they were doing together.

They seemed to know a lot of what I mentioned, and had done a lot of
it as well. The one thing that they hadn't tried much was anal play,
but then, I hadn't either. Up until now, I would have thought it was
disgusting, but today, hugging Sherry, I pressed my hands on her
behind and imagined touching her there when we were naked, it seemed
OK. Still, it wasn't the same thing as doing more there than just
touching lightly. But there was one other thing which I described
which they hadn't done, not like I'd explained it. And it sounded
nice.

"Tribadism, the book called it, rubbing your pussies together, so your
clitorises touch. You kind of have to cross your legs together, to
rub your buttons, so you can push together and make an orgasm. It is
kind of like fucking, but just for girls. Oh, I guess it can feel
nice for boys touching boys, but I'm not sure it works as well."

"Oh, we do that," Maureen answered. "Laying on each other, pussies
touching, like we did on the beach, standing up or kissing. It feels
really nice, but we never got an orgasm from that part. Not yet
anyway."

I explained that they had to face each other so that the best spots
would rub. I also explained how boys did the same thing, rubbing
their dicks together, but how that when I tried that with Jack it
didn't get an orgasm for me either.

We talked more about sex in general, body kisses and naked back rubs,
and how lovely it was to do that. I'd rubbed them both before, but
not naked, and they got to do it together all the time! The idea of
erogenous zones, places anywhere on the body which we could touch and
make us feel nice, not just our sex parts, they had already figured
out. It was the private places which worked best, and which required
privacy to explore, but it was nice to be able to touch and make
ourselves feel nice. Our hugging conversation was doing that for me,
and I felt sure it was for the girls too.

I felt really good to be making them feel great, doing something to
give them pleasure. Even if it was only advice and conversation, a
suggestion of a new thing to try when they got alone together, it was
still special to share it with them.

"I'd really like to help you out more, to make you feel good, both of
you. Especially you, Sherry, for being so nice to me today!" I said.

Maureen said, "I'll kiss her for you, as good as I can, OK? I know,
it isn't like you doing it, but we can pretend, and think of you. Is
that OK? Will that make it better?"

"Yes, I guess so."

Then I kissed Sherry, a lovely long wet kiss. After that, I kissed
Maureen, hugging her tightly, then whispered, "Make her feel really,
really good, OK?"

"I will. Right away, as soon as we get inside, if I can. I love you,
Jeff." Maureen kissed me again after saying that, and I thought of
how she could just go into Sherry's house and get naked in her room,
and make love, and Sherry's mom wouldn't even say anything about it.
They were so lucky!

I went home, happy, imaging Maureen naked, kissing Sherry all over,
doing what I'd done, and making her a fine, joyous orgasm. I was
ready for that myself, and worried that someone might notice my
hard-on as I walked home, but I did calm down a little as I went. I
hoped I'd run into Annie, but she hadn't waited for me at school. Not
that I expected that, since I'd told her that Sherry and Maureen and I
would try to 'do stuff' if we could find a place.

Annie was so nice about that, I thought. Even though we hadn't gotten
naked together since Friday, and I really wanted to do that, she was
happy to let me have a chance with my other girlfriends. Even though
she'd miss out on her time with me! At least, I thought, Annie and I
had a chance to drop our pants and kiss our secret places the last two
days, and that was good. Even just finding a private place to just
kiss Annie, clothed, was wonderful. Sherry and Maureen and I could do
that, but not for too long without worrying that someone might notice.
This day we spent a lot longer at it than usual, but at least no one
came by and said anything, even though we were almost caught
bare-bottomed.

We talked about this stuff the next day, trying to talk around the
real subject on the playground. Annie was happy that I'd had some
time with the other girls, but seemed disappointed when we couldn't
say more about it right there. We all knew we couldn't do that, but
it was very hard not to talk about it a little.


============

Our talking about sex at school didn't go completely unnoticed. We
weren't the only kids to have expressed some interest in this kind of
stuff before at school. Only in theory though. None of us had the
opportunity to actually try our sex education out. No one had made
any overt comments or teased anyone about it, which was excellent. I
have no idea how I would have handled that, but I lived in dread of
being caught doing sex, or just having the fact that we'd done it get
found out. I was more relaxed about it now, and more careful talking
about it at school, and so were the others.

Jan came over by us four at lunchtime on the playground, and brought
up getting naked at school, again. It was getting warmer again, and
that made the idea seem practical and exciting. I didn't think we
could really do it but it would be fun to try it. Paul and Karen,
twins (obviously not identical) who were friends of ours, stopped by
and said, "That it would be fun, wouldn't it."

I'm not sure which one said that, but both finished the sentence and
we all laughed, because that seemed like a thing that twins would do.
They were both very fair, with light blonde hair and blue eyes, like
the kids in the "Village of the Damned" movie. But we knew them well,
and there wasn't anything spooky or frightening about them, despite
their similar appearance. It was less similar now, because Karen had
noticeable breasts and more curves in her body, but it was still in
their faces. Like little angels in paintings, or something like that,
a kind of cuteness which wasn't just about sex, or even just the
ordinary attractiveness that kids seem to have.

That started a discussion about sex. I'd talked with friends before
about the subject, but not such a big group. And not a mixed boy-girl
group either Sherry and Maureen and I were the only real exception,
and that had progressed beyond just talk. It wasn't quite the same as
truth or dare because we didn't ask for any dares. We talked about
sex, marriage, masturbation, and what we thought of these things. Sex
acts were talked about as well, oral and intercourse, menstruation
(not a thing that the boys really wanted to talk about, but we did
listen) came up, and I really didn't want our intimate conversation to
end. But the bell rang, and we had to go in. We didn't get up right
away and for a while I was worried that someone might tell what I had
said I was willing to do regarding sex, which was everything. No one
really complained about our coming in late together except our
teacher, but I was embarrassed. I had a hard-on from the
conversation, and though it didn't bother me when we were talking
outside, I felt strange when I came in. As if everyone could tell.
But no one mentioned it, and the day went on just as usual. Part of
the embarrent was why I felt excited. Karen looked sexy, and her
asking about sex, and saying that it sounded like a cool thing to do,
got to me. I wanted her, though it was again just desire, not a true
longing to do it for real, given that I had three girls to do it with.
But I couldn't help the feeling, it just happened.

Having two sets of girl friends was a complicated relationship. Annie
didn't seem to have an interest in sex with girls, only boys, so
taking her along with Sherry and Maureen didn't seem like a good plan.
When I asked them about having a sleep- over with Annie at Maureen's,
they said that if anyone found out about their relationship there
would be problems. If Annie were really interested in making love
with girls, it might be interesting, and then we all could share the
secret. But I asked Annie about such relationships, and she simply
wasn't interested, or so she said then. We dropped any plans for them
to get together outside of school.

But all four of us talked about the scheduling in our relationship.
Annie could easily get together with me on the way home and, as she
lived much closer to my house than the other two, it would be much
easier to get alone with her. Weekends were much better for the other
two to have time alone with me, and so we made this deal: Annie was
free to play with me all week, and the other two had dibs on me for
the weekend.

It seems odd, looking back on it, that we came to this arrangement
without much argument, and that none of us thought that sharing was a
strange thing to do. There was no pressure to go steady with a girl
you liked, or to have only one girlfriend, or even any romantic
friends at this age. Our leap into a sexual relationship didn't seem
to change our friendships much at all, and we still played the same
playground games, played with toys when visiting at home, and pretty
much had a normal kid's relationship, except when we were alone
together. That felt very strange.

It still felt weird, to think about sex with my friends and then go
jump rope, play hopscotch, kick the ball around, and otherwise be just
like any other sixth graders. Having sex made me feel more grown-up,
but since Sherry and Maureen had been doing it for a while and I'd
been doing things which, if not full intercourse, were still
definitely sexual, for about the same amount of time, I realized that
there was no magical difference in us. Just a new way for us to play
together, a wonderful new way. It didn't mean we couldn't still be
kids or had to suddenly act totally different. Acting normal at
school was part of our cover, of course. Once we'd decided to avoid
talking openly at school, it became easier to get into playing our kid
games as usual, without thinking about sex quite as much. I'm sure
that the others were just as caught up in the sexual fire as I, but
overtly, we acted as though we weren't, while at school.

For this first couple of weeks after our shared first times, we were
trying to get together all the time, and we couldn't make it happen
easily. We really wanted to have sex with each other! Especially
Sherry and Maureen and me, who wanted to do more with me, being with a
boy instead of just girls. By the time we were, this "honeymoon"
relationship had faded and we were worried that other people would
think that we were weird to be into sex when most of the kids acted
"grossed out" over the activities discussed in sex education classes.
We still held hands, and kissed, but not too much at school itself.
We waited until we were alone before we talked about this at all. But
still, some of the other kids had listened to our earlier
conversations, and that would have an effect later.


Getting together with Annie was easier than with my other two
girlfriends. Monday after school, Annie and I stopped in the woods to
kiss and talk. It was raining, too cold to get naked comfortably.
But under a tree, we cuddled close, rubbing each other through our
clothes, under our coats, as we kissed. We talked between kisses,
still touching, about what we wanted to do and how we felt. After
last Friday, I felt safe sharing secrets, and I loved this time with
Annie even if we couldn't strip naked and have sex. Or make love. I
think that what we were doing was making love, more than just having
sex.

I petted Annie's pussy through her jeans and tried to slip my hand
inside to touch her directly. She had her hand on my pants, rubbing
my dick, making it hard, and she noticed me trying to get my hand on
her sweet spot directly. "Let me help you with that," she said, and
undid her pants, sliding them and her panties right down, wiggling
until they stopped at her ankles

I knelt between her legs, accepting her invitation (which I'd asked
for with my fingers), and licked her pussy, eating her out hard. It
was wonderful, doing that again, even though it had only been three
days since we'd done it last.

Interrupting my pussy eating, Annie said, "Let me do that to you,
please?"

She didn't pull her pants up or off, but just wiggled and hopped
around with them clumped around her ankles, as she slid my pants down
the same way. Then, she motioned for me to sit, instead of standing
as she'd done. One hand between her legs, one hand around my dick,
she was all set to eat me up until I came, enjoying herself doing it.
I hoped that my pussy licking felt as nice as her dick licking because
she was making me feel great! Warm licks, sucking me inside, holding
and rubbing all my exposed skin with her fingers, soon she was eating
me up literally. Neatly swallowing it all without spilling anything
that I noticed, then kissing me afterward, still bare-bottomed with
her hand on her bare pussy, one finger pressed inside.

I was gloriously happy to be with her again, after our weekend
separation. I'd have been with Sherry and Maureen if I could have
gotten together with any of them over the weekend, and I missed being
able to get together with them too. But being with Annie was perfect,
for today.

Annie said, "It's too cold," interrupting my bliss-induced thoughts.
She pulled her pants back up. I didn't yet, even though I was cold
too. I asked, "Did you
orgasm? I wanted to do that for you." I didn't think that she had,
though with her fingers touching her clit she might have, even while
giving me one. Thinking of that made me want to watch her do it, pay
more attention to what she was doing to herself. I just couldn't do
that when she was touching me so nicely. I barely was aware of
anything other than her touches on my sexual spots, until it was over.

Annie answered, "I'll do that when I get home. It is just too cold
and wet. I'm all chilly and goosebumpy."

She buttoned her pants, closed her coat, and I pulled my pants up
again. We hugged and kissed for a little while more, then I said, "I
love you, I really missed you."

"I love you too," she answered, kissing me again. I didn't want to
let her go, but we had to get home, do homework and chores, and all
the rest of our usual stuff.

"Bye, I'll see you tomorrow! I hope it gets warmer," Annie said,
running off. I went home, thinking of her touching herself, making
herself happy thinking about me.

Tuesday, it was no longer raining, but it was still chilly. I said,
"Let me make an orgasm for you. This time, I really want to make you
happy first Annie, before me."

It took a while, and the wind picked up enough to make her naked
bottom chilly, even with our coats placed for shelter. She was laying
down, pants down a little, legs spread, so I could lick and eat her,
and this time, I kept it up, rubbing her legs to warm and stimulate
them as I kissed, licked, and sucked on her pussy. She guided her
clit to my mouth, wiggling her bottom, and that was my cue to keep on
it until she came.

I kissed her after that, holding her bare behind for a minute, before
the chill made her pull her pants back up. When she tried to pay me
back, I was the one who was too cold to relax enough to enjoy it. But
just being with Annie, kissing her and making her feel joy, was
enough. Kissing her was so sweet, and after I convinced her to let me
cover up, we did that for a long time, on lips, cheeks and neck,
before saying goodbye and "I love you" again.

On Wednesday, it was a little warmer, and I got the idea to try
pants-dropping sex with Sherry and Maureen, rather than waiting for
more private time on the weekend. Annie agreed to that plan right
away, knowing that I hadn't had a naked time with them at all for over
a week, and she'd had the last two nights, plus a great time last
Friday. That didn't work out as well as I'd hoped, but it was still
very good.

Thursday, it was even warmer, a sign of real spring coming, when we
could be outside naked more. Warm enough that Annie and I could get
naked again, with shoes on like we'd done on Friday. We kissed and
hugged, rubbing all over our naked bodies, touching them together. I
liked this much better than just dropping our pants, and she was so
beautiful to look at naked. Centerfold girls in the magazines had
breasts which showed easily, and hair on their pussies (I'd seen some
pictures of women who shaved it, but most magazines didn't show that
kind of thing), while Annie wasn't much different in body than a boy,
other than her nipples, plump and pink, and the bare slit between her
legs. But I knew that it wasn't hair on her pussy that I liked
playing with or tasting, and she loved rubbing our nipples together,
making mine stiff, if not as long and full as hers.

"Thank you for letting me have time with Sherry and Maureen, Annie," I
said. "It was really nice, even though we got interrupted before we
could finish."

"Interrupted? Caught, or just . . . "

"No one saw us, but some older boys came by, and we heard them and got
dressed quick. But I didn't get to make Sherry feel as good as she
and Maureen did me."

I told her about that, and some other thoughts I'd had Then I told
her about what I'd done with Jack and Cher. We were both naked now,
and I trusted her. I wanted to know her secrets, and telling her mine
seemed only fair.
However, it was still not so warm that standing around naked was
enough to keep us comfortable, and talking about this made me hot. I
wanted to do things to Annie like I'd done with Sherry, and I did.
Slow, gentle licks, speeding up until she came hard in my mouth, her
body shaking. I loved how that felt, her body wriggling under me,
holding her legs and trying to keep my lips in place.

Then, she sucked on me until I came in her mouth. She kissed me
after, laying on top of my body, pulling my coat over us. It wasn't
enough to really cover us, but it was warmer, and her kisses were
sweet and hot. The taste of my come was something I took for granted
in her kisses now, after I came. I loved kissing her, and I loved how
it felt to come in her mouth. She really loved to have my come in her
mouth. She didn't even swallow all of it, but held it there so we
could share the flavor.

Her wet pussy rubbed my wet, but by now soft, cock, adding warmth to
our kisses. A promise of more action there later. I pulled her coat
up over us so we could lay and cuddle naked for a while, just kissing
and relaxing together.

Annie said, "I wish we had more time, so we could do more today,"
sighing in disappointment. I haven't had my first period yet, so it
should be safe to do it ... I think. And I just want to do it again."

She reached between our legs, and pushed my soft dick into her pussy,
rubbing it against her clit, downward until it entered her vagina. If
she'd kept that up, I'd have been ready to do more. It was hardening
under her touch, even though I'd just come. We both wanted that. I
loved how it felt, her pussy swallowing my dick, my body going into
hers, and our bodies touching like this as we did it.

Now that I knew more than our first try, only two weeks back, I wanted
to do it again, and make it even better. It wasn't long ago, but it
seemed to mark a major change in our lives and relationships.

Annie just lay against me, my dick in her, but not stiff, and I let
myself drift along in these kinds of thoughts. I loved her, and
because of her, I'd made love with Sherry and Maureen. We all took it
for granted that we'd have sex again and again. There wasn't any
doubt that we all wanted it.

We talked about this now, Annie and I. How much Sherry and Maureen
wanted me, and missed being with me, and how I missed them, even
though I could see them in school every day. How much I loved her,
and missed her the same way.

"It is just so super-terrific great neato keeno," I said, giggling,
because I didn't know what word to use for how I felt, "to be with you
like this, playing naked, having sex. Making love with you is the
best thing ever."

"I know, it is. It's a school night, Jeff. And I have to go home,
even though I want to just stay with you a while more."

"I know. Me too. I have to get home too."

"Tomorrow, if it doesn't rain, we can stay longer. I told my mom that
I had a library project to do, so we could stay out late without
coming home. I want a long time with you, so we can do it again."

I knew that Annie meant fucking when she said "do it." I laughed at
that, because she had no trouble saying "I want to fuck you" before
she was doing it with me the first time. Then, I had to explain what
I was laughing at.

"I've been so used to practicing not saying that word to anyone,
especially at school. I think Jan is right, it is a lovely word, for
a lovely thing to do. I love you, Jeff," she said, as she got up off
me.

"That's so cool, Annie." Then, because Annie had been thinking ahead
to plan to do this with me, and I had too, I explained, "I told my mom
the same kind of thing, so I can stay out late tomorrow."

We got dressed quickly and left, because we really had spent a long
time here naked and cuddling, with no clue as to how long it was.
Next time, I'd bring a watch along so I'd have some idea of how long
we had before we had to leave for home.

Sherry and Maureen talked about getting together with me on Saturday
and we made plans on the playground at lunch on Friday. "By the lake
again, if it is warm enough. But we went looking for places, and
found a treehouse which could be fun, if it isn't warm enough for
swimming," Sherry told us. None of us said what we planned to do. It
was just as though we were getting to play, like we'd always done.

Annie said, "That is so cool. I'm going to get with Jeff too, to do
it again, do stuff and, you know? It is so nice that you'll get to be
with him to this weekend."

"It will be, I really missed getting together with you, Jeff," Maureen
said.

Annie leaned over close to us, pulling us in close so she could
whisper, and not be overhead. She whispered, shocking me because we
were on the playground, in the open, "Friday is for Fucking.
Remember, kids, F stands for Fridays and Fucking."

We laughed, all except for Maureen, who either didn't hear it or was
worried or upset about it. Sherry whispered in her ear, and her best
friend and lover laughed and smiled with us. We were all giggling, up
and happy about making our plans to have sex together this weekend.
Friday for Annie and I, Saturday for Sherry and Maureen to spend time
with me again. Making these plans this way at school was scary in
some ways, but very exciting in others. I felt so wonderful, knowing
that my three girlfriends all wanted me!

After school, we talked more before leaving the playground. It was
colder than we'd like for swimming but Sherry and Maureen described
the wooden platform they'd found in the woods near the lake. An
treehouse was old but still solid enough, as they had climbed up and
checked it out.

"It's away from the park and the beach, and no one has used it in a
long time. We cleaned it up a little, but the roof is mostly gone,
the boards in the walls too. Vines and leaves cover it up pretty well
though," Sherry said.

Maureen added, "We did stuff there too. I know, we can do it at home,
but only in our rooms. It was nice to try doing things outside again.
Practicing for when we get together with you tomorrow!" She giggled,
then leaned up and kissed me.

Annie said, "Jeff and I are 'doing stuff' after school today too.
Tonight, we should have lots of time. It will be so much fun, to play
and do stuff and not have to hurry up so we can go home. I hope it
gets warm soon, though, so we can do it more. I hate having to go
home just because it gets dark."

None of us emphasized the "doing stuff" phrase, our code word for
having sex. We knew that when we said it to each other, it meant
something other than just playing kids games. I was so excited,
having 'dates' with my girlfriends like this! Yet during our school
day, we had acted just like our usual 6th grader school kid selves,
studying and playing. No hints or teasing about sex, not even making
suggestive gestures or even using our "doing stuff" code word in
class. Whispering "Friday is for Fucking" to each other was scary,
even though we were safe enough and wouldn't be overheard. I knew
that it would be easy to let something slip, say something out loud,
and get caught. The others seemed to know that too

After school, Annie walked home with Sherry and Maureen, holding hands
and talking with us. Rather than waiting at school, or on the street,
as she'd done other times this week.

Annie said, "Jeff and I are going to 'do it' tonight!"

Her tone might have been teasing the other girls, emphasizing the
words in a way which even a hypothetical eavesdropper might have
guessed their meaning. But I thought she just wanted them to say
something, to talk about our relationships, to simply keep things
open, no secrets between us four.

Maureen seemed to recognize Annie's innuendo, and said, "Jeff will get
to 'do it' with me too. Maybe Sherry as well?" She glanced at
Sherry, but my brown-haired girlfriend didn't say anything, looking a
little odd, maybe even annoyed. "Anyway, we'll have all day tomorrow
to 'do stuff' together. It will be just so great!"

We all hugged, and all the girls kissed me. This kissing part was
really nice, made better because I knew that soon I'd be doing more
than just kissing on the lips. Yet not long ago, that was a really
big deal for us, Sherry and Maureen doing that with me.

As Annie and I left, the other two girls said in unison, "Have fun
playing together!"

Then, as we walked away, Maureen ran after us, grabbing me and holding
me close to say, "We'll have fun too. Sherry and I, in her room. I
did make her feel really nice for you, like you asked." She was so
quiet and shy, we had to stand close just to hear her.

Annie hugged Maureen, and pulled me into the hug too. Sherry was
walking up to us, seeing that her friend had come by us to say
something, but only I saw her. Annie was pushing Maureen and I
together, making sure we were touching tightly. Annie whispered, so
only us three would hear, "You have fun too, playing with Sherry."

Sherry came up behind the two girls and hugged them, and said in a
whisper , "We will. You are a good friend, Annie."

I felt an invigorating, blissful sense of well-being. My girlfriends
were all friends, and wanted, loved what we were doing. Annie was
more than cool about Sherry and Maureen, not unhappy, annoyed, or
disgusted at what they did together. Nor with what they did with me.
My best girlfriends also wanted me to make love with Annie. Life was
perfect. We were in love, happy, and could have sex, sharing our joy,
celebrating our love.

I was really thinking such high thoughts, as Annie and I walked
towards our secret trysting place in the woods. We didn't talk much,
but held hands as we walked along, going off to make love! The
weather was warm enough to make getting naked comfortable, if not yet
as warm as our fateful first weekend. Our lust was enough to warm us
up, at least as long as we were doing it.

We stripped naked, socks and shoes too, no running play for this day.
Annie had an extra coat in her school bag, which we used to help make
a comfy place to lay and make love.

Our loving was like the first time, deliberately, in what we did. We
stood looking at each other, appraising ourselves in the sunlight. It
was nice not to have clouds and rain. Our little spot in the woods
didn't have much open sky but Annie really looked lovely with patches
of bright light shining on her naked body. We kissed, using the same
tree root to raise Annie up so my dick could slip inside her.

It felt really nice, trying to get it to slide in without using our
hands to guide it. But it kept slipping, and though we were trying to
do it simply by rubbing and kissing until it just happened, it didn't
work. My dick rubbed against her pussy all over, a glorious
sensation, but not what we were trying to do.

"I guess we just got lucky," Annie said. Then she laughed, and I
laughed.

"I guess we did," I said. "You know, like the guy says in the movies
when he gets with a girl ... because they can't come right out and say
'I fucked her last night!'"

Then we got lucky again, because it finally went inside. I hugged her
tight and kissed her, as our bodies joined together, sparkly tingly
shocks, skyrockets in flight, the pleasure of our love.

It was as blissfully wonderful as I remembered, without the surprise
and shock I felt when it happened by accident. This time, we both
knew what we were doing, and also, what we were about to do next. The
magic of accidental contact and discovery was replaced by the
wonderful joy of deliberate sex, making love to each other. Doing it
standing up felt very nice but it wasn't the most comfortable
position. But kissing while joined below felt awesome, and we did it
for a long time.

Our embrace was followed by kisses down her body, though she insisted
on kissing my nipples rather than letting me keep going down her body
past hers. I was so happy being with her, and soon, she let me resume
my kisses, back on her hard pink nipples, down to her navel, then to
her pussy, licking her until she screamed in her ultimate delight. I
knew by now that laying down would make it easier to do this than
standing up, but that is how we did it the first time and she wanted
it that way. She was so happy, falling into my arms and knocking me
down when she came.

We lay together a few moments, and then she blew me. Not enough to
get me off, just enough to get me hard and wet for what we'd been
waiting all week for.

I said, "I want this to be perfect." What I meant was that I wanted
her to come, hard like she'd just done as I came inside her. Or at
least, not too long after. That hadn't happened yet but, with only
two tries, maybe it was too much to expect. But the third time's the
charm, wishing and hoping, and besides, we'd practiced in other ways.
As well, I just felt like I could make it happen, make her feel good,
and hold off coming until then. Reaching orgasm wasn't going to be
hard for me, not with what I was feeling. I'd been thinking about sex
all day long, basking in the glow of Annie's love, and enjoying the
taste and sight of her body.

Annie said, right before she lowered herself on me, facing towards me
and squatting as she'd done before, "This is perfect. It is so..."

She broke off, sighing and cooing as her warmth enclosed me, sliding
my dick gently inside her, pushing down, pulling up, until she buried
it all the way inside. Each movement sent tingles of delight through
my entire body.

"Ah, sweet, I really love doing this with you," Annie said, smiling.
I reached out to caress her as she fucked me, and I pushed my hips up
to meet hers as she did so.

With her on top facing me, we could look at each other and see the
delight reflected, her smile enough to bring me near orgasm. But a
quick touch of my hand between my legs, a tightening of my pubic
muscles, and it backed off, while Annie enjoyed herself, pumping up
and down, until she cried, "Oh, this is so . . . "

I reached up, and let my fingers rub her pussy as she fucked me. I
put my other hand on her breasts, catching her nipples in turn. I
watched her, pleasure building, and saw it hit, shining in her face.
She had to tell me about it, once it couldn't be held back.

"I'm coming, Jeff, oh, I'm coming. This is so . . . " Annie sighed,
not quietly, and then continued, "sweet. Oh, yummy, yum, hmm, mmm,
good."

Almost as soon as she finished, still pumping up and down on my dick,
my orgasm came back and I couldn't hold it off. I tried, though I
don't know why, since I'd let Annie come as I'd wanted. I just wanted
this to continue, it was so amazingly wonderful. This was the first
time we'd actually planned to fuck, getting together knowing that we'd
do it.

Annie was still smiling and happy, enjoying making love this way even
after she came. I felt my semen shoot inside of her, and I pulled her
down, so we could kiss, pressing our lips and tongues together while I
came.

We lay like that for a while, kissing, my dick inside her, softening
but still warm and wet, from both of us now. The sweet afterglow of
love felt like something solid, sweet like maple syrup. The love we
shared was the best ever. I hoped that tomorrow, Sherry and Maureen
could feel the same things. Annie was so good to me, doing this for
me. I said, "I really love you, Annie."

"Uh huh."

I hoped for something more from her, but she kissed me right away, and
that felt a lot like "I love you" to me.

Annie got off me, standing up, my come dripping out of her bare pussy,
down her leg. She caught some on a finger and licked it, and said,
"You taste good. But I can't eat it out of myself. Wouldn't that be
good, doing that, licking yourself up like that?"

"I ate Maureen's pussy after I came in her. I could do that for you."

"Oh, that would be really nice."

I was still laying down, and I had an obvious solution to do this.
"Just put your pussy over my mouth, almost like when you fucked me.
I'll eat it all up, make you all clean. I loved it when you did that
to me, eating my come, and it was so great when Sherry did that too."

Licking come out of pussy was something I must have been getting used
to, even though I'd only done it twice. I didn't remember reading
about what to do after making love, though I did recall something
about not showering up right away, in order to stay close and enjoy
the experience. I figured that if I licked Annie clean, and she did
the same for me, there wouldn't be much mess to worry about, dripping
inside our clothes.

Annie made sounds of joy, sighing and telling me how nice I was for
doing this, as I licked all over her pussy, sucking her vagina clean.
Everywhere she moved her pussy, I licked. She said, "I love you,
Jeff. This is so good, you are so nice to me."

Then, she came again. I didn't notice any build up this time, I was
just licking and sucking and it hit. I kept on licking because Annie
kept pressing her pussy on my mouth. I didn't know, exactly, that you
could come a second time so soon, though I'd had some times when I
felt like going on after. But Annie sure seemed to like the effect,
letting me lick her, sighing in pleasure the whole time, until she
pulled way, pussy glistening from saliva, but her and my sex juices
all lapped up.

She licked me clean, too, smiling and cheerful as she did so, even
though the come was drying on me. I got hard again, but it was a
little chilly, and I didn't feel like doing it again, right away.

We kissed, our bodies pressed together, in post-coital bliss. But it
was still early spring and the sweat on our bodies turned into
shivers, even with a coat to pull over us.

We dressed, then kissed and hugged some more, sitting together but not
talking much. I knew I loved her, and that she loved me.

As we got ready to leave, Annie said, "Have fun tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" I asked. Then, I remembered, having got lost entirely in
space, nothing else mattered except Annie. "Oh, tomorrow, with Sherry
and Maureen. It should be really neat, all day together to do stuff.
I'm really glad that you like them too, you know, and how we can all
do stuff."

We kissed and cuddled again, sitting down for a while, even though we
really should have gone home as it was getting late. But I just
didn't want to leave her, even if we weren't having sex. As I kissed
her, I thought about the other two girls and that made it even better.
A fleeting thought of having all three together came, but I let it
slip away as we kissed. I knew that Annie was OK with what they did
but she didn't seem to want to share that herself.

I was terrifically happy when I went home, and mom didn't even bug me
about being out late, which made it even better. I'd asked mom to get
some peaches, because I wanted them. Now, I hadn't disliked them
before, but I was a bit nervous asking for them because of the reason
that I wanted them. One of the books I read told about using a peach
or banana to practice oral sex. My current interest didn't require
the use of a banana, though I told the girls about that one. After
mom got the peaches, I would take them and go off some place private
to eat them slowly, biting them open then licking them, letting the
juice run into my mouth, down my chin, using my tongue even though
that wasn't the best way to actually eat a peach. They didn't taste
exactly like girls, but I figured that it couldn't hurt to exercise my
tongue.

Annie wasn't as sweet, in the same way, but she tasted most like the
peach. I imagined doing this with her like I'd done tonight, and how
I'd do it with the others tomorrow. I'd read about girls and women
who didn't taste good, weren't clean, tasted fishy or whatever, and I
was glad that they didn't. Maybe it was because we were all young, or
just that we were careful enough about being clean. I loved how they
tasted, and wanted to do it again and again.

In our room that night, Jack noticed that I was really excited. I
moved around, stood up, looked outside, and just didn't seem to want
to play with him in our usual ways.

"I was having fun playing with Annie after school," I explained. I
almost said more about how I was playing but I worried we might be
overheard. I trusted Jack not to say anything about it, and he hadn't
about what I'd told him before. "I'm going to be spending the day
with Sherry and Maureen tomorrow, too. That should be just so great!"

I hugged him, then grabbed him and danced around our room. Jumping
for joy, for real, and just thinking about this situation made me
giddy. I went on, telling Jack how I was in love with my girlfriends
and how wonderful that was. Nothing about sex, or even playing naked.
I was thinking about that of course, but more about being in love,
knowing that my friends were now more than just playmates. I adored
that feeling, knowing that Annie, Sherry, and Maureen all loved me.

I sang out loud, "Love is a many splendored thing!"

Now, Jack was only nine, but he liked girls too, as I did at that age.
Instead of teasing me about my crushes, he blurted out excited but
embarrassed, "I like Lori. You know her, the girl I play with across
the railroad tracks?"

"Yeah, she's OK. Nice, I mean." I didn't know her well and, in fact,
I'd been paying more attention to my school friends than those in my
neighborhood, especially in the last two weeks. I'd been distracted,
thinking about them more than anyone else.

Jack and I talked about girls, and sex, something that I expected to
do with girls tomorrow. Jack said he hoped it would happen to him
sometime soon too. He was almost ten, and he already knew more about
how it worked that I did at that age, a side effect of my discoveries.

I again told the tale of what I did with my girlfriends, acting as
though it were something I could do in the future, rather than
spelling out that it had actually happened. I spilled everything that
happened with Annie that day, which was still hot inside me, intense
and delightful, turning me on even without her presence. I worried
some about telling Jack all of this but we were in bed together,
naked, talking about sex, and I figured that met our rules for such
things. This wasn't sex, though, because we just talked and touched
ourselves, letting our bodies make contact, both of us enjoying the
story I told of what happened.

He promised not to tell anyone else, without me even asking him. I
told him that I loved him, because it really was so important and
special a thing to share, and I needed to tell someone of what I was
feeling. As before, I knew in my heart that he knew it was real, at
least in part. But I trusted him, and that was the important thing.
We played around naked some more together that night, before going to
sleep.

I dreamed, or drifted in and out of dreams, of being with Sherry and
Maureen, all day, forever, making love, no worries about anything or
anyone else. Annie was there too, of course, but this night it was
only my two best friends who were on my mind, in my desires.


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Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: Trials of Champions 2
Part: 2
Universe: Trials of Champions Saga
Summary: The US Olympic gymnastics team plays catch-up to the rest of the
world with near nude competition, only some have a harder time adjusting to
the embarrent than others.
Keywords: humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism

The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view
at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to
persons, living or dead is coincidence. The author reserves all rights.
Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it
free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this
disclaimer.

Trials of Champions
By Spunk N. Wagnels

"How about that decision listeners" the three o'clock alarm went off. "I
for one will now call women's gymnastics my favorite sport, unless skaters
start doing the same thing."

"Oh god," Libby bemoaned, "why can't everybody just give it a rest."

Libby got up, put on her workout clothes, and went down stairs to meet her
sponsor in the hallway for the ride to the Center.

"What's this?" Mrs. Woodcock said acting disappointed.

"What's what?" Libby responded confused.

"You're dressed."

"Yes, in my workout clothes. It's time to go to the gym." Libby explained.

"I can't believe you would violate your coach's first rule and right before
going to class."

"But, I'm ready to go out the door. It's time for my workout and these are
my workout clothes." Libby explained.

"The instructions from Monika Solheim specifically said that you are to
wear nothing more than underpants while you are in the house regardless of
the circumstances or who may be present. I think we should step up the
desensitization or you may never be properly prepared for competition."

"No Ma'am. Please. I guess I didn't fully understand the instructions."

"We'll see. You are not to be late so we need to go. We'll discuss what to
do about helping this sink in after practice."

"Okay." Libby said meekly, wondering what could be worse than it already
had been.

When they got there, the Center was open and her teammates were already
inside. It seems the custodian was a little more on the ball or was a
little more eager this day and got the place open early. The girls
exchanged reactions to their assignments from yesterday and the boys
generally joked about it. When the coaching assistants arrived they had
what appeared to be knowing smiles but did not engage any of the students
in conversation. When coach Monika arrived all conversation stopped and
everyone obediently moved to the regular section of the bleachers for a
briefing before training.

"Stop!" She exclaimed. "What do you think you are doing?"

Everyone looked puzzled.

"What is with all of these workout clothes?"

Nobody dared answer.

"We have a lot of work to do, and I'm not speaking about training for your
art. I'm talking about getting comfortable being nearly nude in front of
anybody who might happen to see you. Sit."

The collective daze was broken for an instant while everyone took a seat.

"In Europe people grow up feeling natural about nudity, at least more so
than here. They have been cleaning up in competitions for years even though
we have had the talent to win. We have to get you all completely
comfortable about performing naked in front of large in person audiences
and by cameras all over the world just to have your talent and hard work
get an even chance against theirs. If you don't want to be champions just
get up and leave and make room for those that do."

Everyone looked around at each other but nobody left.

"Okay, now take off your clothes. I mean every stitch this time. The last
one with anything on will have to step forward and do my bidding."

Clothes flew off of bodies and got mixed up or fell down under the
bleachers.

When everyone was totally nude, coach Monika asked Gretchen to come
forward. Gretchen wanted to protest because she wasn't the last one, but
thought the better of making a scene. "And I'll have Thomas come forward."

"Me?" Thomas said stepping down from the bleachers holding his genitals
ostensibly for support, but actually to hide them from view.

"Today I have the costumes you are going to compete in." She shook out a
sheer leotard and then handed it to her assistant Rachel to hold up. Then
she shook out a deeper cut version and told Thomas he could try it on. "Now
these are copies of the team uniforms to be used for practices so you will
be more comfortable in the real thing during competition.

Thomas was thankful he could step into something that would be more
coverage than his hand. What he found was a completely sheer, body hugging
weightlifter's type uniform scooped down in front, on the sides, and in the
back. The suit acted like a jockstrap by hugging his cock and balls up and
out behind a form fitting opaque stretch nylon patch.

"This," coach Monika explained, "is a leap ahead of the other male
competitors' uniforms as you can see, but we need to get noticed again on
the world stage. There can't be any complaints by the judges because these
are designed to view the musculature just fine."

"And everything else about him." Teammate Jill said to Libby, nudging her
with her elbow.

"Ah, Jill. Why don't you come down here and join Gretchen for this next
presentation." Coach Monika requested.

Jill came down and stood sheepishly with her hands clasped in front of her
pubic area.

"Okay girls. This is what you are going to be wearing." She gave one
uniform to Gretchen and the other to Jill. The girls pulled on the
completely transparent, body-hugging leotards, only Jill's didn't come up
far enough to cover her breasts. She felt suddenly exposed even though she
was totally naked just moments before. She tried to will her erect nipples
to calm down but she couldn't. The costumes had a nylon modesty panel along
the crotches, but no padding so the relative puffiness of their vulvas was
completely on display.

"As you can see girls, these will meet or surpass what you have seen on the
floor by any other teams, For those of you who choose to leave your breasts
free like Jill here, you'll probably get higher marks for the courage of
doing so, but the bigger breasts like Jill's here," coach Monika continued
and surprised Jill by hefting her breast in front of her teammates, "the
sooner you will lose your perk in them if you allow them to flounce around.
It will be your choice which costume you wear during the competitions, the
one Jill is modeling or the one Gretchen is modeling."

"You've got to be kidding." Libby said incredulously to herself. "I can't
be seen by the world in something like that. The other teams at least have
bottoms that cover them like full underwear. These are downright
scandalous."

"Are you sure these will be accepted by the Olympic governing body? They
really don't cover anything." Libby said to her coach.

"Come down here and try yours on. They have already been run past the
powers that be and we'll be fine. We'll be more than fine. This year, boys
and girls, is our year."

With that everyone came down and grabbed a costume to wear. Only one
covered the breasts and that was the one Gretchen was wearing and she
needed the support the least of all the girls. The chatter went up as they
each commented on them pro and con. Meanwhile, Some people were setting up
some equipment off to the side.

"Okay everyone. It looks like we were long on one style and short on the
other. We'll take care of that tomorrow. Now that you have a uniform, we
are going to gather for some team and individual photos." Coach Monika
directed.

Very few of the competitors were comfortable with their nudity in this
short period of time. They were just starting to feel comfortable around
members of their households and their teammates in class. Now they were
faced with having a permanent record by posing their naked developed bodies
in front of cameras for all time and everyone to see. They were gathered up
into a group. The boys tried to hide behind the girls, but the girls in
front of each boy were asked to kneel down on one knee.

When the group shots were finished, they were broken off into smaller
groups for individual publicity shots. The girls were made to leap into
arabesques, hang from uneven bars, stick landings, and such for publicity
photos in each of their events. Libby found that this stimulated her like
the events of the day before and hoped she would have enough time before
school to take care of it.

Not much in the way of practice happened as the whole time was taken up
with publicity duties. When the students were ready to leave, coach Monika
asked to speak to the parents and sponsors who were present to drive their
competitors home. The students waited in their respective cars while their
coach met with them.

"Okay then." Mrs. Woodcock said as she fastened her seatbelt. "How was your
workout today?"

"It wasn't really a workout. We got our new costumes and had publicity
photos taken."

"I know. So what did you think?"

"About what?"

"The costumes, the attention, everything."

"I'm trying to be excited, but ..."

"But what Dear?"

"It's just that those costumes, well I can't see America's grandmothers
sitting around the TV watching us go through our routines without having a
hissy fit."

"So you think older people are too prudish to keep up with the times?"

"No, well, I guess so. Didn't you see what we are going to wear in
competition?"

"Yes I did. And I think the rest of the world better watch out when you
pretty girls do your stuff."

"Thank you Mrs. Woodcock." Libby acknowledged but felt a rising sensation
in her groin and in her sensitive nipples just grazing the lining of her
windbreaker with each bounce the car made. "So, what did you and Coach talk
about after the session?"

"We talked about what kind of progress we thought she might see within a
couple of days. She mentioned that she felt you and maybe Jill and a couple
of others may need to play a little catch up to start feeling as
comfortable as the rest are now."

"But it's only been one day."

"Yes, but with the right attitude, it shouldn't even have to take a day.
The goal should be competing and winning. What you have to do to win, as
long as it isn't illegal or fattening, should be welcomed by the most
serious of competitors."

"She thinks I have an attitude problem?"

"I guess you could say that. She doesn't think you are embracing this new
tactic with as much energy as some of the others. She thought that maybe
there would be some additional things I could do with you like Jill's
sponsor will be doing with her."

Libby gulped. "Like what?"

"Like having friends and neighbors over. We could consider it a 'coming out
party.'"

"Oh god." Libby thought in silence.

"One way or another, you'll need to be completely comfortable with your
body in front of strangers so you can get on about the practice of being
the best at your craft. And the sooner you get over this hump, the sooner
you can get back on track for Worlds."

Libby sat stunned. She thought there would be more time, more time to
adjust. But the people controlling her progress were expecting her to turn
on a switch and be a new person just like that. "Maybe I don't have what it
takes to be a champion." She thought, and then tried to erase the negative
thought as she had been taught to do.

When they got to the house she was deep in thought as she started to enter
the house.

"Ah hem. We really are going to have to up the dosage here." Mrs., Woodcock
scolded.

Mrs., Woodcock went inside and closed the door. "Your clothes through the
slot first please." She said to Libby through the door. Libby squeezed the
workout clothes she had under her arm through the mail slot first. Then she
took off her jacket and slid it through waiting for the door to open. The
training costume did nothing to ward off the nippy chill of the early
morning. She rubbed her hands together and padded in place thinking Mrs.
Woodcock was picking up the clothes and folding them first. As cars would
go by they would slow down and honk or holler. She didn't dare turn around
to have eye contact with any of them.

Finally she called out, "Please let me in; I'm freezing out here."

"Not everything has come through the slot yet, Dear."

"Oh god." She said as she peeled the leotard off. "What difference does it
make really." She realized. "It makes me look naked to them already." And
then she slid the last covering through the slot. A good minute later she
was let in.

"I'm fixing you some hot chocolate."

"That sounds good. I'm just going to go upstairs and get some underwear."

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea."

Libby looked at her worried.

"I think we should amend it to be no covering of any kind while in the
house. That is just until you feel completely comfortable with your
nakedness around people. Don't you think?"

Libby considered the talk in the car, how her attitude was being viewed,
and thought better than to argue.

"Okay then." Mrs. Woodcock said as she handed Libby the cup of cocoa.
"Another idea Monika had for those of you that are reticent about the
changes is to exaggerate the discomfort so that the normal situation will
seem easier."

Libby stopped sipping and looked up at her sponsor waiting for the other
shoe to drop.

"Monika is going to tell both the boys and you girls tomorrow that you
should rid yourselves of pubic hair until after the competitions, because
any signs of hair sticking out of the modesty patches will detract from the
artistry of your bodies and draw the wrong kind of attention to you. I
think it is a good idea for another reason."

"What's that?"

"Monika also suggested that we do things that will have you more conscious
of your nudity to help the desensitization process."

Libby looked apprehensive.

"I think we should go upstairs and shave you now."

Libby gulped.

"I'll help you. Then when we are through, we'll find some heels you can
wear to enhance your femininity."

"Heels?"

"Just in the house for now."

Libby took her time finishing her cocoa while Mrs. Woodcock stood by
patiently. Finally she joined Mrs. Woodcock in the master bathroom. It was
the first time she had been in it since she was given a tour of the house
when she first arrived. It made the embarrassing process she was about to
go through seem special in a way.

"Sit back here," Mrs. Woodcock instructed, "while I clip away what we can
with scissors. Then we'll lather you up and carefully shave off the rest."

Libby whinnied for a moment of anticipation.

"Don't worry, I'll be very careful."

"Yes Ma'am."

Libby's head felt feverish; her nipples pained from engorgement and she
worried that Mrs. Woodcock might see what felt like a river flowing from
her twat.

"There," Mrs. Woodcock declared as she stroked Libby's vulva against the
grain of where a young bush of hair once grew. "You feel." She said as she
kept stroking until Libby replaced her hand with her own. Libby started to
moan. "See how smooth it is?" Libby groaned again. "Let me feel it once
more." Mrs. Woodcock took over the stroking again. "Oh missed a spot." Then
she took the razor to a slightly rough spot and went back to checking for
smoothness. "I think I have everything. You check again." Libby took
control back and stroked her pussy as if looking for missed spots but
couldn't help keeping a finger on her clitoris. Then came unexpected
convulsing and utterances, which she was embarrassed herself to hear, and
with momentary abandon she stroked fast and furious for several seconds
until she climaxed in front of her sponsor.

"Oh? Oh? Oh my god. I'm so embarrassed." Libby exclaimed wide-eyed and
totally humiliated by what had just happened.

"Oh Dear, think nothing of it." Mrs. Woodcock said as she embraced Libby's
nude limp form into her own body. "It was only a natural response to the
attention we gave your body there. You see? This is what we need to help
you with, feeling completely natural about your body. When you can do
something like that in front of strangers, you can perform your routines in
the team costume and not be distracted by anything about it. You'll be able
to perform to your talents and we will all be admiring it beyond your
wildest dreams,"

Libby listened to the tone and sincerity of what her sponsor was saying
more than the content and started to pull herself together.

"Now let me help you get dressed for school."

Libby thought that strange, but was too drained to protest.

"Take your shower and I'll find some things for you."

"Yes Ma'am."

Libby stood on the toilet to see what she looked like between her legs in
the mirror. She thought about how she wanted the hair to grow in when she
was younger and now it was back to looking like it did then. The more she
looked though, the more she liked the cleaner look. In the shower she
basked in the falling water massage. By the time she washed her crotch she
had momentarily forgotten about the fact she had no hair there. She started
to get into the feel and decided that one climax that morning would be
enough and stopped.

When she came out of the bathroom, Mrs. Woodcock was waiting with
lightweight clothes that were a half a season too early. "Now, before we
put these on downstairs in the hall, I want to cover one more thing."

Libby stood with her hands folded in front of her pubis and most of her
weight on one leg.

"I think we need to have you stand for attention."

"Like this?" Libby said as she tried to show her cooperation.

"No, not 'at attention', for the attention your beautiful body should be
getting."

Libby relaxed a minute while Mrs. Woodcock approached. She gently kicked
Libby's feet about shoulder width apart, crouched down and turned her toes
out on forty-five degree angles, put her hands on Libby's shoulders to
bring them back and scooped Libby's hands around to the back and placed
each palm on a butt cheek.

"There. I want you to stand like that anytime you are not serving someone
or shaking their hands. Soak in the admiration they are going to have for
your beauty and let it pass into you for inner strength that you will use
when you need to perform. What do you think?"

"Ah, it's all new to me." Libby said not wanting to commit to a real
answer.

"Yes it is. Leave it to me. We will get you ready in time so Monika will
keep you on the team. Now, if you are ready to go, I'll meet you downstairs
in the hall and you can get dressed."

Libby wasn't used to the new routine yet, so she gathered her school things
and followed her sponsor to the front door. When she took the clothes, she
couldn't find any under things. Mrs. Woodcock could tell the next question
coming and said, "Try it this way today. It will help you be more conscious
of your body and give you an opportunity to adjust to the attention a
beautiful body like yours naturally attracts."

Despite the potential for embarrassing moments at school, Libby was feeling
more and more comfortable leaving this program in her sponsor's hands. She
put on the translucent white sleeveless blouse and short flaring lemon
yellow skirt with some naughty excitement. A gust of wind, following her up
some stairs, bending at the waist to pick something up and her secret would
get out. Any glimpse from the side into the armholes of her blouse would
confirm to anyone that they were really seeing what they thought they were
seeing under it.

When her shoes and windbreaker were on, Mrs. Woodcock offered, "Would you
like me to drive you today?"

"Yes that would be nice. Thank you."

As she was dropped off Mrs. Woodcock reminded, "It won't do you any good if
you leave your jacket on all day. Would you like me to take it back for
you?"

"Ah, �Ah.."

"Here, let me take it back for you. You can jog home to stay warm." Her
sponsor said as she helped remove the windbreaker from Libby's shoulders.

During the day Libby found it hard to concentrate on her school subjects.
In a private moment in the bathroom she had the realization that this was
just the distraction she would have to experience to get over her
inhibitions in order to reach her personal and the nation's goals for
herself, her teammates, and her country. The worst part was the doubt that
she would be able to do it in time to stay on the team and contribute.

Between classes it was easy to break off the conversations the boys were
trying to have with her, but the end of the day was a different matter. A
couple of students recognized her from a competition on TV and she was
mobbed by their questions and well wishes. She was trapped. She couldn't
move until enough of them were satisfied that they would create a gap for
her to move through. Then Mike came to the rescue.

"Need someone to walk you home?"

"Hi Mike. Thanks for rescuing me. No, I think I'm just going to jog home to
stay warm."

"I should say. That is quite an outfit you are wearing today."

Libby blushed.

"At least you are wearing an outfit today."

"Mike! Not here. Please."

"What's up with that anyway?"

"Mike, I've got to go. Can I tell you about it another time?"

"I haven't been able to think about anything but you since yesterday. You
are so beautiful�and talented of course."

"Okay, jog with me a little ways."

"Cool."

Libby didn't see him wave along some buddies laying back.

Mike held his book bag as well as Libby's as they jogged. He tried to see
bounce in her blouse, but Libby's firm half grapefruit sized breasts did
not cooperate with his efforts. He was treated though to her hard nipples
poking through the material pushed against her by the wind. A block from
her house she stopped and asked for her book bag back.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Mike asked with a sad puppy dog face.

"I can't, not today."

The troop then caught up with them. "Hey Mike, are we in?" One of them
said.

"Hey guys not today, right Libby?"

"Right, I've got to go. Thanks for carrying my bag."

"How about a peek then?"

"A what?"

"You know a Mardi Gras flash. For old times sake."

"'Old times sake!?'"

"Yeah, how 'bout it?"

"I don't think so, apparently you're not the kind of guy I thought you
were. Good bye." She said in a huff and left.

Mike caught up with her again. "How about just I go in, snap a few
pictures, and leave. These old boys will never believe me that you flashed
me your tits yesterday."

"No pictures. It is different today from yesterday."

"How do you mean?"

"I'll tell you some day."

Mike grabbed her arm and turned her back around. "Hey you owe me. I rescued
you today, remember?"

"Wait here. Let me see if my sponsor is home. If she isn't I can't get in
anyway."

"Okay."

"If you come around before I come back and get you, then the deal is off.
Understand?"

"Okay, got it."

Libby proceeded on to the house. The good news was that Mrs. Woodcock's car
was there so she would be able to get into the house. The bad news was that
she would be able to get into the house. She looked around for any cars,
Mike or his pals and took off her blouse and then fed it through the mail
slot. Next, she let down her skirt and fed it through the door. She looked
again and then remembered she needed to let Mrs. Woodcock know she was
there, so she rang the doorbell and knocked. When that didn't bring her to
the door, she rang, knocked and called out her name.

She was so intent on getting in that she didn't realize Mike and his
buddies had snuck up around behind her. She turned in surprise and tried to
cover her breasts and freshly denuded pussy. "Mike! Go away! This isn't
fair."

"Fair? What's not fair about it? You're the one who took off all of her
clothes. We didn't force you. We are just here to appreciate it."

"Go away, please!" She implored them.

"Not until you let me take a picture." Mike offered.

"No I can't."

He aimed. She put the hand from her breasts up to block the lens while she
looked away and then Mrs. Woodcock appeared out of nowhere.

"Hi boys."

Mike put the camera away.

"Hey Libby. Is this anyway to greet our guests. Why don't you stand for
attention like we discussed."

Libby slowly unwound her cover and stood up straight trying to look proud,
but couldn't look any of them in the face. If she had, she would have seen
them with eyes bulging out of their sockets.

"Okay Boys. Get enough of what you came for?"

"Yes Mrs. Woodcock." Mike said sheepishly and embarrassed. Then he turned
his crowd around and headed off before Mrs. Woodcock could shame him any
more.

"Let's go inside and warm you up." She said to Libby as she rubbed her arms
up and down for warming friction before putting her key in the door.

"Where were you? I knocked and rang and yelled for you."

"I was next door. I would have been right over except I wanted to see how
you would handle the presence of strangers."

Libby looked down away from eye contact.

"I think we both learned how much work we have to do and in such a short
period of time to save your spot on the team. I agree with you drawing the
line at picture taking considering what those pictures were for, but before
that point, those boys were no different than anyone else, until they tried
to act in any way that was out of line. Do you get my point."

"Yes ma'am, I'm getting it. It's just that �"

"'Just that' what?" Mrs. Woodcock challenged. "You are still on the side of
caring about people seeing you in your natural state. You still have that
mountain to cross."

"But how �?"

"You are going to have to decide, and soon, whether a world title is more
important than a little modesty or not. If you think about it, we all have
bodies. They are all pretty much the same except we as a people are pleased
to view some of them more than others. You my dear, are blessed, and you've
worked hard I'll admit, with such an exquisite body that is very pleasing
to just about everybody's eye. The rest, screw them. They don't matter
anyway; they'll never be in your life."

"But those boys were cads."

"Their caddier side came out because you fought them for what you have
already given freely to others. Don't you think they would have been
different if you acted pleased and flattered that they liked what they saw
and invited them in for a few minutes of eye candy? Don't you think they
might have acted more appreciative, polite and left when you asked them to
go?"

"Well maybe."

"Sure they would, just like Mike did yesterday. We are increasing the size
of your audience tomorrow night. Jill is going to come over to join you
too. How you handle yourself will be a big step to determining your world
class competing future you'll see. Finish that cocoa, and when Frank comes
home we'll do an exercise to help you for tomorrow night."

The word "exercise" meant something different to Libby at that moment than
what it turned out to be. When everyone had eaten and Libby had cracked the
books for an hour, Mrs. Woodcock called her into the living room. Libby
came in and stood next to the Mr. Woodcock's wingback chair with her hand
on the back and one ankle crossed over the other.

"Yes Mrs. Woodcock?"

"Libby dear, have you forgotten already about standing for attention?"

"Oh." She said realizing and immediately got into position.

"No, come over here and stand for attention in front of the both of us.
That's it. Now is that so bad?"

"No, Mrs. Woodcock, it is very easy. I'm getting used to being like this
around the two of you."

"Very good. Now see how this desensitization works?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Now let's take it up a notch, shall we?" Libby searched with her eyes
while she waited for the instructions. "Now I want you to show us your new
look between your legs." Mr. Woodcock looked at his wife surprised and
pleased then looked directly at Libby's crotch.

Libby bent her knees out and tucked her hips down and in to tilt her pussy
more into view.

"That is very good. See how easy that was? Now pull apart the folds with
your fingers."

"Like this?" Libby said red-faced as she plied her vulva open.

"Yes Dear, just like that. You are doing very well."

Libby was pleased to hear that she was on the right track finally.

"Now caress your breasts."

"My breasts? � Like this?"

"That's perfect. How does it feel?"

"They're sensitive and it feels good."

"No, I was thinking about how it feels to do something intimate like that
in front of us."

"I'm okay with it I guess."

"That's good. Now stroke yourself down there like we did earlier."

"Excuse me? I mean right here? Right now?"

"Remember, there is nothing more natural than your naked body and all of
its normal responses. Being okay with allowing others to witness it moves
you to a space where you can focus on other things when you are naked."

Libby tentatively cupped her snatch.

"You could do it and pretend we are not here; or you could do it and soak
up the attention as an energy source to help you reach your goals, or you
could just do it to turn us on. However you decide to do it, it will help
you be in more control of your life and in reaching your goals."

"Libby thought it would be easiest to stroke herself in front of them if
she thought they weren't there, so she closed her eyes and tried it. It
started to feel good until her curiosity got the better of her and opened
her eyes to see what they might be thinking.

Mrs. Woodcock was now cozied up next to her husband and was slowly rubbing
her hand along the top of his thigh. Mr. Woodcock had put his arm around
his wife and was trying to reach her breast with his fingertips from under
her arm. Libby thought this was sweet and appreciated that they were so
into watching her that they were unconsciously showing their appreciation
this way. It seemed as if they were joining her and she felt more
comfortable in reacting to the sensations her self-stimulation was
beginning to produce. She remained conscious enough of the Woodcocks to
notice that, as she became more relaxed with her sexual response that they
became less inhibited about theirs in front of her. As Libby grew
reflexively more vocal in her response, Mrs. Woodcock was using both of her
hands to touch her husband everywhere but the actual launch pad. Mr.
Woodcock was trying to keep one eye on Libby and stimulating his wife with
smooches on her neck to convince her to send in the launch codes. Libby's
climatic response grew closer, and faster as she saw the effect she was
having on the couple and exploded into a blissful release that had her
teetering herself over to Mr. Woodcock's chair so she could collapse into
it safely.

"That's it. Good night." Mrs. Woodcock said abruptly dragging her husband
to his feet. "Good job Libby."

Libby basked in the afterglow of her physical response as well as the
positive stroke for having accomplished a goal in her sponsor's eyes.

"Ah, good night." Mr. Woodcock said as he quickly followed his wife so he
could couple his bulging crotch into the cupped palm his wife was holding
out for him to dock into as she walked.

"Ah, night." Libby replied lyrically but almost imperceptibly and lounged
in the chair until she had the strength to go to bed. "Ah, tomorrow's
another day." She thought as she drifted off to sleep, but this time she
was halfway looking forward to it.


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