Future of Porn

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*”Synopsis: Dawn likes to flaunt her sexuality in front of her boyfriend’s roommate. She increasingly teases and torments him in a variety of compromising situations.”*

*”Warning: Yes, there is sex in this story. No, it doesn’t happen right away. If you are looking for a story with raunchy sex at the get-go that never lets up, you probably won’t enjoy this. Most of the scenes are a build-up of erotically charged circumstances.”*

*I*

It was a Saturday night and I was just lounging in my apartment. Zach, my roommate, had insisted I go out to some club with him. If nothing else, at least I could meet his new girlfriend who, by all accounts, was a fox. Not being in the mood (rarely ever in the mood), I declined. I was watching some mildly entertaining movie on cable when I heard giggling outside the door and down the hall.

Glancing at the clock, I realized it was fairly late. The voices came closer and I heard the familiar sound of a key in the front door’s lock. Ah, I thought, he brought her home with him. Great.

The door swung open and Zach stumbled in, grinning like an idiot. No lights were on; there was only a blue glow emanating from the television. Because of this, I couldn’t get a very good look at the girl hanging off his shoulder. From what I “could” see, she at least had a great-looking body.

“Hey buddy!” he slurred at me. Sounded like he had a good time. I raised my hand with the remote and saluted him as if it were a drink. The girl giggled again and pulled his face to hers, forcing a kiss on his mouth. The two happily stumbled through the apartment and into Zach’s room. One of them kicked the door shut behind them; it closed with a loud slam. I heard them both laughing and the girl shriek delightedly.

I rolled my eyes. “Lucky bastard.” Turning up the TV, I did my best to tune them out as they fucked in the room behind me. I vaguely considered lowering the volume in the event that I was ruining their mood, but by the sound of it, the girl was quite an enthusiastic lover and I was pretty confident that they didn’t give a shit.

I’ll admit I had a difficult time paying attention to the conclusion of the movie. As hard as I tried to mind my own business, the occasional thuds of Zach’s headboard hitting the wall and the girl’s loud moaning kept pulling me in. Jesus, she sounded like a wildcat!

Eventually the two settled down and the apartment grew quiet. Rubbing my eyes with fatigue, I plodded into my own room and collapsed on the bed. I had to admit I was feeling a little jealous of Zach that night. We’re buddies and all, and yeah I’m happy he’s got a great lay, but I couldn’t help cursing my own dry spell. With a resigned sigh, I fell asleep.

The following day I awoke groggy. I had my usual morning hard-on and debated whether or not to give myself a fix before drifting back to snoozing. Ultimately I decided I needed to take a piss, so it would have to wait. Pulling myself out of bed, I wandered out of my room and to our only bathroom.

My eyes were still half-closed, and I was absentmindedly playing with myself through my boxers. I was a little confused that the bathroom door was partially closed; not latched, but resting in a position that blocked the doorway. That was weird; Zach normally doesn’t even shut the door when he’s taking a shit. My mind was still foggy and it didn’t occur to me that someone “else” might be in there.

So! I carelessly nudged the door open with my foot, one hand rubbing my left eye, my other hand softly stroking my cock in my underwear. It was at that moment that I realized I had made a mistake. “Now” I remembered Zach brought somebody home with him…

She was standing facing the mirror. I halted in my footsteps, frozen in place, as I eyed her down and up. All she was wearing was a light blue towel. Dimly I thought, “hey… that’s mine”… It ended just below her ass, giving me a perfect rear view of her entire legs. I was at first mesmerized by the contrast of her skin against the towel right at her thighs. They were the perfect shape with a nice complexion; not a flaw to be seen.

My gaze traveled up her ass and lower back, where I could faintly see the curves through the towel where her stomach turned inward above her hips. Then I looked at her upper-back and shoulders, naked and smooth just like her legs. Up, up I went to her slender neck, which was revealed to me because her hair was tied up with something.

Her arms were raised and her hands were at her face. I guess she was just finishing her makeup around her eyes. Slowly looking past her body and into the mirror, I realized she was staring right at me through the reflection.

“Hi! I’m not in your way, am I?” she chirped, like nothing in the world was odd.

The sudden sound actually made me jump back a little bit. “Uh… S-sorry!” I managed to stammer as I took my hand off my dick, grabbed the door, and shut it between us as quickly as I could.

I stared at the closed door for a few moments, trying to process what just happened. My mind was racing for the proper protocol of how to react here. Apologize again and explain? Flee back to my room and pretend it never happened? Before I could decide, the door swung open and the girl was standing to me face-to-face, one hand holding the towel at the top where it came together at her breasts. My eyes were naturally drawn to her hand, soaking in the outline of her cleavage.

“I didn’t mean to get in your way!” Was she actually apologizing to “me?” My face flushed red.

“No uh… No prob…” I was scratching the back of my head now, looking all around while stealing little glances at her. It was hard for me to match her stare. I felt like a kid who just got busted by the hot babysitter. But each time I actually looked at her, I saw her eyes twinkle and her perfect white smile. “God she is…”

She extended her free hand to me. “I’m Dawn,” she cooed. “Dawn”. Normally I would think that was one of those silly names that hippy parents bestow, but at that moment it sounded like music. I tentatively took her hand and managed to mutter out my own name. She just kept grinning at me. Her smile almost felt condescending. It was welcoming but… oddly mirthful.

It was then I realized she was slyly checking me out. “Oh yeah, I’m practically naked.” At first I felt pretty self-conscious about it, but I noticed and almost imperceptible rising of her eyebrow. I was hoping that meant, “not bad”.

“Well! Don’t let me keep you!” she exclaimed and moved out from the doorway. I sheepishly thanked her and slipped in. As I turned to close the door, I caught her gaze again and both her eyebrows shot up as her lips curled into a little smile. “Don’t worry, “I” won’t barge in!” I let out a little chuckle and the door was shut.

I rubbed my hands against my face, letting out a long sigh. I tried to shake it off. I actually stood at the toilet for a few moments before I began to go. Man, stage fright? “Settle down!” Finally I let loose and relieved myself. I made a conscience effort to wash my hands and sound like a civilized human being, then opened the door to go back to my room.

Dawn was standing right there, waiting. “Wow, you really had to go!” she blurted out. Without waiting for me to get out of the doorway, she pushed herself through, rubbing the front of her body against mine. I was caught in a moment of complete embarrassment as I thought about her listening in on me. The sensation of her as she passed me was electric, and I actually felt my cock jump a little bit. I grew even redder.

Leaving the room, I turned to her to say some lame, “Well, nice to meet ya.” She interrupted me with a hushed, “We’ll just keep this little introduction to ourselves.” With a playful wink, she turned her back to me and began happily humming some little tune as she went back to the mirror. She kicked one of her legs back to swing the door partially closed again. As it blocked my view of her, I noticed her drop the towel. For a split second I saw all of her lower back and the beginnings of her ass until the door obstructed me. I felt my dick jump again as I took a deep breath and returned to my room.

*II*

Since that first encounter, Dawn had begun spending more and more time at the apartment. Zach was (understandably) head-over-heels for her. He was the very outgoing type, and she was as much a free-spirit as anyone. In fact, for all Zach’s typical suave and charm with the ladies, it was all he could do to keep up with Dawn. She was constantly dragging him to another party, another new club.

For my own part, I didn’t mind too much. Certainly seeing her around the place wasn’t something I was going to complain about. She was a fantastic looker and had zero qualms about showing it off. Not that she dressed particularly slutty. I guess she was one of those types who could carelessly put on anything and make it look good. Really, I didn’t see her dressed up very often; usually only when she came by to leave with Zach. Or on some occasions, she actually got ready at our place. At any rate, my eyes were typically only treated to her prancing around in a tank-top with faded jeans or little shorts. Whatever, I liked it as any guy would.

Dawn and I got along amicably enough. I never had much to say to her, but she was inevitably cheerful toward me. At first I constantly found myself embarrassed and awkward. She’s so flirtatious when she talks. It’s effortless. For a little while I actually wondered if she was hitting on me or trying to get me in trouble. Eventually I just realized that’s probably the way she treats everybody; she’s just one of “those” girls. I still feel my heart skip a beat when she gave me one of her devious little smiles though. And she incessantly teased me about the time we caught each other in the bathroom. As much as it discomfited me, I still looked forward to her attention. Sometimes I even felt guilty about it.

So this was the (fairly innocent) state of affairs for awhile. As I said, her presence at the apartment was increasing over time. Apparently her roommate was something of a monster and she hated being at her own place. Evidently it wasn’t enough of a problem to make her simply “move”. I wondered if at some point she was hoping to squeeze me out of my own digs and settle in with Zach.

Anyway, it was a late afternoon and Zach hadn’t gotten off work yet. I had just gotten home and when I put the key in the door, I realized it was unlocked. A little perplexed, I opened the door to a fantastic sight.

Dawn was standing with her back to me, wearing only a bra and a tiny pair of panties. I took a sharp intake of breath as I was immediately reminded of walking in on her when we first met. She heard me and turned, a perplexed look painted on her face. Upon seeing me, it instantly softened.

“Oh good! I need your help!” she cheered.

I then noticed she had several articles of clothing sprawled out on the couch. She was towering over them, trying to figure out that” special something” to wear for Zach tonight. Despite my best efforts to remain cool, I could not keep my eyes from bouncing up and down her awesome body. Sure, like I said, I got to see her fairly often… but this was different. I could see all her legs. All her stomach. Practically all her tits. This was even better than in the towel…

“I’m uh… I’m not really an expert on fashion…” I lamely tried to excuse myself. Now I know lots of guys would think I’m a complete idiot for trying to get out of the situation, but that’s what I did. Dawn was my buddy’s girl. That’s one line I was not about to cross. I already felt pretty shamefaced for jacking off to her image half the time. I didn’t think I could ever score with a girl like her anyway, and quite frankly, I didn’t like being tormented with what I couldn’t have.

“No way! You’re perfect!” she explained to me, “As a guy, only you “really” know what men like to see girls wear! Besides, you’re like, Zach’s best friend. You know his taste!”

The way her eyes sparked made my heart ache. The way her curves moved as she simply shifted her weight made the rest of my body ache worse. “Just wear what you’re wearing now…”

“He’ll like… uh, whatever, I’m sure…” It was my last attempt. She promptly ignored the comment, sauntered over to me (I couldn’t decide whether to watch her nearly-naked hips or her swaying chest), grabbed my arm, and playfully pushed me onto the couch. Oh well. I can’t say I was “that” disappointed.

I’ll try not to bore you with every little detail. Like I said, she had a bunch of clothes on the couch there with us. Now, I figured she would just hold up a couple things in front of her body and I would say “yea” or “nay”, and that would be it. Nope. She made it a point to try every piece on in front of me. Then give me the full twirl-around. Then “strip” back out of it (and I mean this, she didn’t just slide out of anything. Did she have to make everything sexy?).

What’s worse is that for every good piece, she made me tell her why I liked it.

“So what about this skirt?” She made it seem so innocent.

“It’s, it’s nice…”

“What’s nice about it?”

“Uh, well, it’s… pretty short…”

“Yeah but, don’t guys like leaving something to the imagination?”

“Yeah they, uh, we do…”

“Well should I try on a shorter one?” she pouted.

Gulp. She was already slipping out of it before I could answer. So of course the next one was something completely slutty. “Oh I haven’t worn this one in forever, I got it as a joke once…” she feigned embarrassment.

I’ll tell you, “my” humiliation was the real deal. My cock was throbbing at this point, and I was wearing rather loose khakis, so it was no secret. I was constantly shifting my legs to try and make the tent less noticeable, but it was to no effect. Dawn was obviously amused by it. Whenever she had on something that was “clearly” sexy, she would pose, “So how do you like this one?” But she would barely look me in the eye when she asked it. She instead measured my approval by dragging her eyes slowly across my crotch. This just made it worse, and often my body would tense up some, causing my erection to jump a little. Her eyes showed laughter whenever that happened.

Eventually I didn’t even bother trying to hide it. The interplay was so obvious. In a way I kind of resented her toying with me like this, but what was I going to do? She got to tease me; I got to stare at her body for twenty minutes. I think my face was red the entire time though.

When she finally decided on an outfit, I got up to take my leave. She was back to only wearing her bra and panties. Before she trotted into the bathroom to shower up, she surprisingly grabbed me and gave me a tight hug. Not expecting this in the least, I found myself in that dumbass position where my hands were sort of floating in the air behind her, wondering where to go.

It might not have mattered if she let go right away, like a normal “thank you” hug. But this one dragged out a little too long. I felt my heartbeat speeding way up again. She moved her lips up to my ear and hushed out, “You’re such a good helper! But let’s keep this our little secret… Wouldn’t want Zach to take it the wrong way… I mean, that I don’t know how to dress myself…”

Something about that rubbed me the wrong way. It was at the same time both sweetly gracious, yet mockingly condescending. Instead of pulling away from me to end the hug, she pulled her body against mine and moved sideways. I closed my eyes as tiny fireworks exploded from the sensation against my still-hard cock. Standing there in my little state of heaven, I realized I hadn’t moved for a few moments. When I opened my eyes, Dawn had already slid into the bathroom and turned on the shower water.

She appeared in the doorway and gave me a beaming smile. Her hands were raised behind her back as she began to unclasp her bra. It had the effect of stretching out her perfect, lean stomach and pushing her chest out provocatively at the same time. Was I going to see her tits?

“Talk to you later!” she chirped, shutting the door with her leg before I could see anything new.

Fuck. I went into my room and sat at the foot of my bed. My emotions were a serious jumble. I was horny as hell. But my euphoria was starting to wear off. In a way, I began to feel depressed that Zach had such a goddamn sultry goddess all to himself. I felt ashamed at the way she had me wrapped around her finger. I was like a puppet, drawn to stare at whatever part of her body she wanted. Made to say whatever she wanted to hear.

I clenched my teeth in frustration. Playing the little fashion show over in my mind, I felt like such a tool to her. She really likes showing off. The fucking tease. I didn’t really recognize the fact that when I was jacking off to her just then, I wasn’t actually thinking about her scandalous outfits nor having sex with her, but instead just the image of her coy little smile whenever she saw my erection.

*III*

Dawn continued to escalate her flirtations with me whenever Zach wasn’t around. Of course when he was near, no scenes were to be made. But whether he was simply out of the room or out of the apartment, she always managed to turn up the heat a little with me to get me bothered. Nah, I never told Zach about it. I thought about it, but what was the point? I knew she wasn’t actually trying to “get” with me. She just liked knowing she could. Besides, I’m sure she showed off plenty whenever she and Zach went out. Her flaunting behavior was no secret.

In any case, he went out of town one night for a concert. I was, yet again, home alone minding my own business. Naturally I wondered if Dawn would find some reason to stop by. It was already later in the evening when I found myself shaving and I actually laughed at myself when I caught my own obvious intentions. I was grooming myself in the event that she did show up. “Get a hold of yourself.” Sometimes I wondered if my attraction to her was getting a little out of control.

As the evening passed on, I found myself growing a little irritable. I didn’t want to engage in anything worthwhile in the event that Dawn came over and interrupted me. In truth, I was probably just as irritated that she “wasn’t” coming over to crash my night and talk to me. On this disappointment, however, I was wrong.

She did come over. Of course she didn’t even bother knocking. She just strolled right on in. Upon seeing me, she greeted a cutely exacerbated “hey” as she related how obnoxious her roommate was being tonight. “You wouldn’t mind if I crashed in Zach’s room, right? “Oh, of course not, Dawn.

She was wearing a little pair of running shorts; the kind that really show off a girl’s ass. On top was an exercise shirt that was pretty tight. It wasn’t at all low-cut, but I could still see her curves perfectly. “And” it didn’t come down all the way, revealing a good bit of her stomach. Ah, the casual sexy look. I had to wonder if she actually had any intention of hitting up a gym, or if she wore that just to torment me.

At first, she didn’t pay me particular mind. She just went into Zach’s room and relaxed a bit. I figured maybe she really did just want to find an escape. I had been cleaning up the kitchen; mostly, I admit, just for the sake of making myself available in case she wanted to visit. She didn’t take the bait. It was getting late and, feeling dejected, I decided to just head to my own room to zonk off for the night.

When she was done she said, “Now me.”

She turned her back to me and bent over bringing her own hands to her cheeks and spread her ass wide for me. I admired the tight rosebud in the center of her ass and used a liberal amount of soap on her. I ran my finger between her cheeks and slowly pushed into her as she had done to me. She moaned and clenched tightly on my finger. It was an amazing feeling.

When we were thoroughly clean inside and out we both stepped out of the shower. She put on a robe and left me naked with only a towel. She took the towel from me and said, “Sorry hun. Naked is the only way you get to be today. It”s your fantasy.”

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She led me back to the bedroom completely naked. We entered and she led me to the bed. Around the perimeter of the room there was now a row of chairs. Sitting casually and silently there were 8 people. Four men and four women sat alternating each seat. Each wore only a bathrobe and some of the men immediately made small tents in their lap as I entered the room nude. No one spoke as Michelle led me to the bed.

Two of our audience had video cameras and this time on the television was an image of me on the bed. Michelle put me in the middle of the bed as the two camera operators (one man and one woman) began filming me at different angles. I watched picture in picture the images of their cameras as my body was reflected to me in a way I had never experienced before.

I recognized a few of the people as Ron”s friends. God what must they think of me. Ron was nowhere to be seen.

Michelle sat next to me on the bed and positioned me in a spread eagle position that still allowed me to see the television. I found myself becoming aroused at my naked image. My pussy was open and wet in a way I had never seen it. Michelle ran her hands across my tits, playing gently with my nipples.

I shivered in anticipation as Ron entered the room. He was also naked and his cock was hard as a rock. He joined me on the bed as Michelle withdrew. He kissed me on the lips and momentarily I lost sight of myself on the screen, as my world slowly closed around me until there was only he and I. I forgot about our voyeurs briefly and just enjoyed the feel of his body against mine and his tongue in my mouth.

Slowly he kissed me lower. He licked my nipples that immediately became rock hard again. I opened my eyes to see myself again with this wonderful man licking my nipples and moving lower. He kissed my flat stomach. His fingers found my clit and worked me in the way he knew I loved. His mouth continued to move lower. The camerawoman zoomed on my wet pussy as his tongue found my clit.

My pussy lit up like a Christmas tree. Tingles rolled throughout my body. His tongue entered me and I could see him stroking his cock on the television although I could not see this directly. I loved the sight of us. It was incredible. I ground my hips against his face.

Then Michelle came into the screen. She came to my mouth kissing me gently. “Show me how good you can make me feel baby.”, she said as she straddled my face. Her fingers found my nipples and Ron continued to lick my pussy. I licked her pussy tentatively and then deeply. I sucked her clit into my mouth and used my tongue to bathe her hot button with swirling circles. She was dripping and tasted amazingly sweet.

As if on queue one of the men from the audience came behind Michelle. He began licking her ass as I continued to suck on her cunt. She was groaning with the feel of two tongues on her. Then the man kneeled behind her and I thought I would have to stop licking her to let his cock in her pussy. To my surprise he spread her ass cheeks and after lubing her liberally with KY, he slid his member into her ass. I watched him slowly enter her and begin fucking her ass, his balls only inches from my face.

He fucked her slow at first and I could hear her guttural moans and imagined what she must be feeling. I continued to lick her clit, enjoying the taste of her, as the man”s balls occasionally slapped my forehead. I was in heaven and could feel my own excitement building.

Michelle came quickly, flooding my face in orgasmic juices as she moaned out her pleasure for the man filming her. I watched as the unknown man”s balls contracted and emptied themselves into my friend”s ass. They both groaned together in orgasmic bliss. Slowly the man pulled himself from her ass with an audible pop. Cum oozed down her pussy lips and for a brief moment I tasted them both. Then they were gone to leave me to my own fuck.

My own pussy was soaked now and Ron now wanted to bury his throbbing cock inside me. I was only too willing. He stood at the edge of the bed and held my legs apart and entered me. He buried himself inside me with two strokes and I could feel the waves or orgasm starting.

I looked to my left and saw two men stroking themselves as they watched me. The two women on my left were naked. There robes around their ankles and their pussies spread wide as they rubbed themselves. This was hot. Jesus.

I looked to my right and saw the couple there. The woman was straddling the man”s lap and I could see his cock pounding in and out of her as she cantered on him. The other two were filming but the man was hard as a rock. The woman was also hot with lust but did not stop zooming in on my pussy that was being deeply fucked by Ron.

Ron stopped fucking me briefly and spoke to me for the first time. He sat on the bed facing the television, his cock pointing straight up and slick with my pussy juice. “Sit on me”, was his only words. I scrambled on top of him and faced the television also. I straddled his lap and slowly tried to lower myself down on him. His hands held my butt and inch away from the tip of my goal.

I tried to lower myself, but he held me up just an inch. He slid me forward slightly and then lowered me so that the tip of his cock rested not against my gaping and willing pussy but against my very tight virgin asshole. I understood and was both aroused and afraid. I wanted it, but didn”t. Jesus.

He whispered in my ear, “Tell me you want it.”

I responded decisively by lowering myself harder against him trying to relax my ass enough to let him inside me.

“Say it,” he said still holding me.

“I want it.” I said in a whisper.

“What do you want?”, he asked. “I want to hear you say it. I want everyone to hear you say it.”

“I want you in my ass. Fuck my ass baby.” I said seductively in a loud voice.

He released me and his hard cock pressed with increasing pressure against my tight sphincter. Michelle”s words came back to me, “Push out to let it in.”

I relaxed and pushed. I lowered myself and he entered my ass for the first time. Stinging pain and pleasure unlike anything I have ever contemplated filled me. Both the man and woman filming zoomed in and I watched the television in awe as my ass stretched to accept Ron”s cock. The eroticism of the visual imagery drove me to slide down on him further. The pain slowed and was replaced with a feeling of fullness so complete that my pussy was oozing with heated desire.

Michelle was then there with her face between my legs. Her tongue licked me and I felt her finger enter my pussy. I could feel her finger on Ron”s cock and he moaned in pleasure. She was masturbating him through the wall of my cunt. Holy fuck. She lowered her mouth and licked his balls while I watched the scene unfold in front of me.

Our voyeurs were all now naked and fucking themselves or each other. Two women were to my right using toys on each other while two guys jacked off over them. I turned in time to see the first one cum spraying his milky white jiz across the women. This spurred the women to orgasm together as hot cum covered them.

Across the room the other couple was watching us having already completed their own initial orgasm. The woman was on her knees licking a semi-soft well glazed cock while he watched me.

I was almost ready to cum myself feeling the mini-orgasms hit me over and over again, building toward an incredible climax that only anal sex can produce. Michelle finished with my pussy and I groaned as she withdrew. “Oh you want more in your pussy?,” she asked teasingly.

“God yes. I need my pussy fucked.” I said expecting her to return to me.

Instead she took the camera from the man that was filming us. I examined him closely for the first time. He was black and muscular. His crew cut was tight against his head and his cock was hard. It was at least 8 inches long and seemed to be growing by the second.

He stroked himself and came forward and bent down close to me. I could smell is lust and need as if it billowed off of him like smoke from a forest fire. I could not believe what was going to happen. He moved forward and put his tip against my pussy. Ron was grinding in and out of my ass and this sexy black man was about to fuck me at the same time.

“Tell me you want it you little white slut.”, he said to me.

I heard my own voice groan and say, “I want it. Give me that cock.”

He entered me slowly leaning over my body. Two cocks in me together. I could feel them. My lover was in my ass and this stranger was in my pussy. I held onto his shoulders as he entered me deeply. Ron was supporting my back and as I looked at the television screen, I could see Ron and this black man”s face were separated only by my own.

The other camera was capturing the impossible penetration going on below my waist. My pussy was filled with black cock. My ass was filled with Ron. We slowly got into a rhythm together and I could see and hear their balls slapping together as they fucked me.

I closed my eyes and let go. The orgasm started as a slow rolling wave in my stomach and grew and grew until I was screaming, “God yes.”, at the top of my lungs. The men pumped me with more urgency. Each of us reached our own climax, but we were also cumming together as one.

I exploded when Ron erupted in my ass. The force of his orgasm filled my butt with what felt like a gallon of hot sticky semen. The black man was grunting and I watched from two angles as his cock erupted inside me. My pussy gushed again spraying my wet sticky juice over four balls. I was screaming in ecstasy and grinding myself against them madly. I held the strong black shoulders for balance until my orgasm peaked and dropped me limply on top of my lover, Ron. He held me close as his cock softened in my ass.

The black man withdrew from me and the camera zoomed on my pussy. I watched my gaping cunt as it oozed its creamy contents all over Ron”s balls and down to the sheet below.

I lay contented and sated in Ron”s arms as the eight people put on their robes and left the room. Michelle was the last to leave and before closing the door she turned to us and said, “My God you two are incredible.”

Ron held me until my breathing returned to normal and his cock slipped out of my ass. He whispered to me, “So was that ok for your first fantasy?”.

We both giggled like children and I kissed him. “I love you.” I said and meant it.

“I love you too. Now how about a shower?”, he asked.

“Only if after we can order a pizza, watch the video we made, and fuck like rabbits all night.” I replied.

“Deal.”, he said and we both walked on wobbly legs to the bathroom.

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Suddenly and without warning Mary began a cathartic soliloquy that seemed to pour out of her.

“I just don”t know how to talk sense to her, Sara. It”s like she doesn”t hear me at all and doesn”t care. She thinks she is going to run off and become a famous photographer without any training, and I am so afraid of what might happen to her if she leaves and tries to make it on her own this young. You know how stubborn she is. I keep picturing her on the streets, hungry and tired, not willing to come home. I only want the best for her, and she acts like I hate her. I hate being the bitch in this scenario, but she HAS to go to college. She needs to learn what life is like. She is too young to be off trying to make it on her own without more education. I”m sorry you had to see this, but you do see that I am right don”t you?”

My sister sat staring at me waiting for my answer. The seconds of silence between us seemed like hours, and I remembered Mary”s own post adolescent time frame when she was as stubborn and rebellious as ten Rachels. It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps she was trying to shield her daughter from the pain she found at that age, but was only succeeding in driving a wedge between herself and Rachel.

I took a sip of wine as I carefully considered my response to my sister whom I loved dearly.

“I am not sure what”s right or wrong sis, but I know you love Rachel and only want the best for her.” I said testing the waters carefully.

“What the hell does that mean?”, my sister angrily spat at me. “Are you saying you think she should do this? Is that it? You can”t even know what you are talking about. You don”t have children.” She raged channeling her anger at me and standing up aggressively.

My own temper found itself at her words and I stood and shot back, “I didn”t say that Mary so before you start putting words in my mouth why don”t you sit the fuck down and remember what you were like at that age. Remember I was there. I remember the fights between you and Mom. You thought you were so high and mighty and knew everything as I recall. You even ran away at 18 to follow the Grateful Dead or some bullshit like that or at least that”s what you said. You”re not perfect and 18 is a bitch of an age for a girl. We at least ought to be able to agree on that. For God sakes and Rachel”s sake get a hold of yourself. She”s not on drugs, she doesn”t fuck every guy in Illinois for attention (like someone I remember), and she is basically a good kid. She”s confused about her future, scared, and God damn it she needs her mother. Don”t confuse her childhood with yours. I am not saying she is right, and I certainly don”t condone her disrespect of you. She needs a good kick in the ass for what she said just now, but the bigger issue is why she said it. She is frustrated and needs you and right or wrong she doesn”t think you are there for her. She needs you Mary, and she always will. You are right, I am not a parent and will never understand your relationship, but because I am not a parent, her parent, I can see you two are so mad at each other you can”t see how much you need each other. So get over your damn self. I will bet you right now she is upstairs crying and regretting the last ten minutes of her life. You two love each other, but what has gotten into both of you, I will never fucking figure out.”

We both stared glowering at each other in silence until we tears began to form in both of our eyes. I reached out to my sister and hugged her and she hugged me back hard breaking down into cathartic sobs.

I held her for a minute or two until we both were under more control and sat down at the table again in an unspoken mutual apology. “Shit sis, I am sorry. Its been a long few weeks with Rachel. She is so young and I am so afraid for her.” Mary said with glistening eyes.

“She”s not that young anymore Mary. She is 18 and desperately wanting to try to make it on her own. Does she really not want to go to college, or is she really just trying to rebel from you and Richard?”, I asked.

“I honestly don”t know anymore Sara. We have not been talking as much as we have been screaming.”, she replied honestly.

“Why don”t you let me talk to her.”, I suggested.

“Okay, but she is not easy to talk to when she gets something in her head. She is so damn stubborn.”, Mary replied.

“Sounds familiar,” I said with a smile. And for the first time since I arrived my sister grinned genuinely.

“I suppose so.” she said.

**********

Rachel”s bedroom was at the end of the hall upstairs. I climbed the carpeted stairway and followed the wide hall down to her door. I knocked gently and did not wait for a response before gently opening the door and saying, “Hey kid it”s me. Got a minute for your Aunt.”

I peered into the room. Rachel was sitting Indian style on her bed with a large pillow held in front of her. She was hugging it to her body and tears streaked her face.

“Hey kiddo,” I said entering the room and closing the door behind me gently. “Rough night?” I asked.

“Yeah I guess you could say that. I”m sorry I said that in front of you, but I just sorta snapped. She doesn”t understand at all.” Rachel said as new tears formed on the corners of her eyes.

I smiled at her gently and sat on the edge of her bed. “Don”t worry about it kiddo, I have heard the f-word once or twice before, but I think it hurt your mom”s feelings.”

Anger flashed across Rachel”s face once more reminding me of the wicked temper she wielded, but it died as quickly as it came and she once again appeared sad and tired. “Well my feelings are hurt too Aunt Sara. She is being totally unreasonable and she doesn”t understand what I want, and it feels like she doesn”t care about what I want. This is my life not hers and she seems to want to live it for me. I am so tired of her bullshit.” Rachel ranted and I let her vent the frustration she was feeling until it was all out of her.

“Well I suppose no mother ever really understands hun, but believe me your mother has been there.”

Rachel stared at me with the unspoken question I had put in front of her hanging like bait for a trap. Rachel wasn”t stupid, and she knew that to ask me what I meant was to let me have an opportunity to convince her that her mother was quite possibly a human being after all. I waited in silence, our eyes locked, as Rachel decided if she wanted to talk this out or just go on being mad. Eventually curiosity or reason got the best of her.

“What do you mean?” she asked tentatively.

“Well your mother was once your age, and I was there through the whole time. Your grandmother, our mother, was a lot like your mother is now.”, I began.

“Oh and I suppose I am a lot like she was then right?”, Rachel spat at me convinced she saw where I was going.

I simply smiled until the anger died again and said, “Oh no Rachel, you are a saint compared to what your mother was like. You have no idea the hell she put our family through.”

Rachel stared open mouthed at me trying to wrap her mind around the fact that her mother could have ever done anything remotely interesting or “wrong”.

“Yeah right. What did she do when she was my age? Get a B on her report card?” Rachel asked viciously.

“Well it was a little more serious than that hun, but if you want to go on being a spoiled smart ass I can leave now.” I said, my own temper flaring a bit.

Rachel brooded for a minute and finally said, “I”m sorry. I don”t mean to take it out on you, but it”s kind of hard to believe that Mom was anything like me when she was young.”

“Well she wasn”t anything like you really. She was a whole lot worse. She was headstrong, impossible to talk to, out of control, convinced she knew everything, and made a lot of bad choices.”, I said.

Rachel stared at me agape as I continued.

“Your mother met a guy when she was your age. Actually she was a year or two younger when they met and the trouble started. He was a few years older than her, and she was convinced they were in love. She was staying out too late, smoking too much pot, drinking too much beer, and having way to much sex with too many people. She almost failed out of her last year of high school. Our mother tried to put a stop to it, but it only drove your mother farther away. As I recall she was very fond of telling your grandmother that “she didn”t understand her at all”. She was of course wrong, but she never saw it. Well not soon enough anyway. When she was 18 she moved out and spent a year following a band around the country doing god knows what. I was still at home at the time, and our mother cried every night she was gone. I think your mother finally realized that she was in too deep when she went to jail because that nice boy she was with was selling LSD at a concert and got busted. He of course told the cops that your mother was involved so both your mom and boyfriend went to jail. She called home the next day for bail. We drove all day and finally got her out that night and drove her home. She looked awful. It was like seeing a POW when they get home from war. She was too thin and had a distant look in her eyes like someone who has seen some unspeakable things. If I saw her on the street I am not sure I would have even recognized her. But she came home. Thank God. I think that night she finally grew up a little and got out of life she was leading. She cleaned up, sobered up, and got an education. Eventually she met your father and built a wonderful life for herself complete with a wonderful daughter. But a lot of her friends were not so lucky. Do you realize that 80% of the people she used to hang around are dead or in prison? So you see Rachel, if your mom gives you a little bit of a hard time or seems a little strict with you, its not because she doesn”t understand; its because she understands a little more than most people ever will. It”s up to you kid, but you may want to cut her some slack.”

Rachel looked at me dumbfounded. It was like a mask was peeled off her face taking a layer of childhood innocence with it. It physically hurt me to see her transformation of understanding, but sometimes understanding is the first step toward growing up as much as it sucks to watch.

“My mom smoked pot?” she asked incredulously.

I smiled at her and nodded, “Bags of it honey.”

Before Rachel could ask anymore questions there was a light knock at the door and my sister came into the room tentatively as if Rachel might throw something at her at any moment. She looked at us sitting on the bed. “Everything ok in here?”

Both Rachel and I nodded. “Just having girl chat.” I said afraid of what Rachel might reveal about what I had just told her.

“Well I am going to bed and just wanted to say goodnight. It”s been a long day.” Mary said beginning to retreat from the room not knowing what else to say. The tension she felt was palpable.

I nudged Rachel as her mother turned away from us and finally Rachel spoke, “Uh Mom…” she began.

Mary turned back to her daughter. “Yes Rachel.”

“Um… I”m sorry for what I said to you downstairs. I didn”t mean it. I was angry and well I”m sorry.”

Mary stood there for a moment staring at her daughter. Rachel fidgeted uncomfortably not knowing if her apology would result in another fight or if her mother would let her transgression go.

The answer was self evident as tears welled in my sister”s eyes and she sobbed, “I”m sorry too honey. I am just scared for you. I only want the best for you.”

Rachel”s tears came back as well as the two moved together and hugged each other fiercely. I slipped quietly from the room as I was beginning to feel like a voyeur of raw emotion. I went to my room as mother and daughter found each other again and hopefully began to rebuild their relationship.

**********

That night I talked to Ron briefly on the phone before retiring. I was irritated I had not heard from him before I left and although he technically had two more days to get me his fantasy, I would not be home before midnight on Sunday so he would miss the deadline. We spoke cordially about nothing and after giving him ample opportunity to reveal his fantasy to me, we hung up awkwardly. “Son of a Bitch”, I thought. I looked forward to getting his letter every day of this month and I was surprised at how disappointed I was. I myself had fantasized a thousand things and was enjoying the torment my imagination was putting me through, knowing that it would all end by the end of the month. Now it appears I would be disappointed.

I began to get ready for bed and suddenly realized I had left my toiletry case at home in my haste to get on the road. “Fuck”, I thought as I stood in the middle of the room in nothing but my panties. My toiletry bag had my toothbrush and other toiletries that could easily be replaced, but not my clean underwear, socks, and my pajamas.

I quickly threw on my blouse, sans bra, and my work slacks that I had worn on the trip and went in search of my sister. I knocked lightly at her door which was adjacent to mine, and she opened it a crack. I immediately noticed the scent of jasmine and the soft glow of candlelight that backlit her silhouette. It didn”t take a rocket scientist to realize I had interrupted a romantic moment between husband and wife. My face went crimson and I stammered, “Sorry sis, just wanted to know if you had an extra toothbrush. I forgot mine. Forget it. I will see you in the morning.”

I started back down the hallway feeling like an ass. She followed me pulling the door closed behind her. She was in a skimpy nightgown that left little to the imagination. Her breasts were full and her nipples were obviously erect through the sheer nightgown. She caught my arm in her hand and said, “Hey don”t worry about it. Of course I have an extra toothbrush.”

I followed her thong covered ass to the guest bathroom where she opened a cupboard and handed me a toothbrush, soap, shampoo and other assorted toiletries. She was smiling at my still red face. “Hey sis,” she began, “Thanks for everything with Rachel and sorry about being “involved” when you needed something. It”s just that Richard and I have not been doing so great in bed since we started fighting with Rachel. I think we were just making up.”

Her admission made me feel a little better. “Well I am glad you have something to make up to. Now go back to your husband and make up for an hour or two.” I said grinning.

“I think I just might. Rachel and I talked it out tonight for the first time in a while. I think we are going to be okay even if we agree to disagree.”

“Good sis. She”s a great kid, and you two are great parents.”

“Thanks and sleep well. I won”t be for a while.”, she said grinning right back at me as I watched her scamper down the hall to her bedroom and certain sex.

I went back to my room feeling very happy that I had done a good thing for my sister and Rachel tonight, but also a little lonely knowing that I didn”t have the option to get laid that my sister did.

I sighed and realized that in my embarrassment I had forgot to tell my sister about my wardrobe problem. There was no way in hell I was going to interrupt her again so I sighed, stripped naked and climbed into the queen sized bed.

I lay in the dark awhile listening to the sound of the silence that I am not used to in Chicago. Slowly another sound began to invade my peacefulness. I froze not breathing as the grunts of sex invaded my room. “Oh shit”, I thought giggling to myself as I listened to my sister and her husbands urgent pants.

“mmmm yes… mmmm… yeah… like that baby,” she moaned louder now obviously not realizing my room was an echo chamber for their lust.

“Take my cock. Take it all baby.”, I heard Richard”s lust filled voice.

I found myself listening harder despite knowing it was wrong and my mind flashed immediately on my voyeuristic moment with my neighbor. Unconsciously I found my hand on my own pussy, gently massaging myself as I listened to them.

SMACK. I shuddered at the force of the sound of what I assumed was Richard”s hand on Mary”s ass, followed by, “YES, spank me baby.”

My own fingers worked my pussy. I was wet and could not deny that masturbating to the sound of my sister getting fucked was totally making me hot.

SMACK. Harder this time and I could hear my sister cry out her pleasure and pain. I imagined the bright red hand print on her tight buttocks as Richard buried himself in her doggie style. “Uh my GOD”, she cried as orgasm racked her body. My own fingers working back and forth across my swollen clit in a blinding fury of lust.

“Jesus yes.” I heard Richard echo his wife. I imagined his balls contracting as he squirted in her pussy that was throbbing with orgasm.

My own pussy contracted squeezing my index finger that was buried inside my burning cunt.

I bit my lip to avoid crying out my own passion and betraying my secretive orgasm and a river of womanly juice squirted from my burning sex coating my thighs.

My head swam in post orgasmic bliss as the sounds of my sister and Richard resolved themselves to soft moans and then whispers that eventually were lost in sleep. I was brought back sharply awake as I realized the mess I had made on myself. I silently stood up and turned on the bedside lamp. My thighs were lightly glazed with the evidence of my masturbation. I needed a towel. Nervousness hit me like a teenager caught smoking. This was not good. How could I be so dumb as to forget that I was not at my own home where I could clean up such a mess at will.

I silently crept to the bathroom across the hall. I was completely conscious of my own nudity and listened tentatively for any sound. This was crazy. I locked the bathroom door and flicked on the light. I slowly turned on the faucet as quietly as possible and used a wash cloth to clean myself up. I found the towel my sister had laid out for me and wrapped it around myself. I turned off the light and slowly opened the door and stepped into the hallway. I was blind after the bright lights of the bathroom and I began my quick dash across the hall to my bedroom when I collided with Rachel who was standing just outside the door apparently waiting for me to finish.

She tried to catch me and succeeded only in de-toweling me as I tripped over her leg and sprawled into the hallway. She turned on the light just as I turned toward the bathroom. “Aunt Sara are you…”, her words died at the sight of her aunt laying naked in her hallway.

I stood up quickly taking the towel from her and wrapping it around me. “I”m fine.” I said my face burning for the second time in as many hours.

Then Rachel started giggling like the teenager she was. “What in the hell were you doing?” she asked trying hard not to laugh.

I took her by the hand and led her into my bedroom afraid she would wake up her parents. She sat in the chair across the room and crossed her legs and leaned back looking at me with an amused look.

“Listen I forgot my bag back at home and didn”t have any PJ”s okay so I decided not to bother your mom until morning. I had to use the bathroom so I ran across the hall naked. I thought everyone was asleep.” I blurted out.

“Well you are lucky it was me and not Dad who caught you. He would have a heart attack.” She said laughing at me.

“Well I don”t feel really lucky right now.” I said also beginning to see the humor of my situation. “What are you doing up anyway?”

“Well if you must know, I got woken up by the sex-fest going on next door. You couldn”t have missed that. So before I threw up at the thought of it, I decided to go down and get a soda, and use the bathroom. I think they are done.” She said laughing harder still.

“Yeah, your parents might want to invest in thicker walls.” I said.

“Totally.”, she replied honestly.

“So how did it go tonight with your mom?” I asked happy to steer the conversation toward safer waters.

“Okay I guess. We are going to talk tomorrow, but I think she is coming around. Do you mind if I ask you something, and if you want to say no, it”s fine. No pressure okay?”

“Sure kid, what is it?”, I asked curious but also apprehensive.

“If mom does come around, would it be alright if I stayed with you for awhile if I can find a job in Chicago?”, she asked while nervously biting her bottom lip (a habit we share under stressful conditions).

I took a deep breath and thought about it for a minute before answering. “Well first your mom would have to be 100% okay with the idea, and you and I would have to come to some understandings of ground rules, and you would have to have a job and not just be coming in the city to leave here, but if all of that was true, then yes it”s a possibility.”

Sara turned absolutely radiant with joy. Her smile lit up the dim room and the happiness was overflowing. She ran to me and hugged me hard saying, “Thank you so much. It”s going to be so great.” She continued to hug me and I prayed I was not overstepping my bounds.

“Hold on young lady. You don”t have a job yet, and as I recall you still had some fence mending to do with your mother.”, I began.

She separated from me still grinning, not with happiness, but with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. “Oh shit,” I thought.

“Well actually, Aunt Sara, I sent my portfolio off to an agency last month and they offered me an internship as an assistant photographer for the summer with the possibility of a job afterwards.” She said pulling a letter that was tucked in her pocket out for my inspection.

Sure enough she had been accepted into a work study program in Chicago for photography. “Damn she is sneaky,” I thought feeling like the world”s biggest idiot for being manipulated so easily. Not that I would mind if she came, but I was worried that her mother might not quite be ready for this.

“And your mother?”, I asked.

“Well we talked tonight and she did say that if I was lucky enough to get a job in Chicago and could talk you into looking out for me that she would consider it.”, Rachel said grinning like the devil.

“And of course you failed to mention that you already had a job lined up huh.” I said sarcastically, but also impressed at her ability to pursue what she wanted.

“Well someone (me years earlier) once told me to solve a problem take it one step at a time. I didn”t figure she could swallow the whole pie at once so I figured I better feed it to her in bite sized pieces.” Rachel replied.

“Well I just hope you are as good at photography as you are at being sneaky.” I said and meant it.

She looked hurt for a minute but then resolve hardened her face and she replied, “I am better at photography.”

I sighed knowing that the discussion was over and resigned myself to her course of action. “Very well young lady, when do you join me in Chicago?”

Her face brightened again, and she replied, “Next month.”

She turned to leave the bedroom and looked back once at me still clutching the towel and smiled as she asked, “Aunt Sara, do you walk around naked at your house too?” And then she was gone in a fit of giggles.

“Not any more.” I thought.

**********

The next morning I woke up with beams of yellow sunlight flickering across my naked body. I stretched and yawned as I climbed out of a wonderful dream that I could not quite recall. I smiled as I looked down at my own nakedness and remembered the masturbation session the night before. I stretched again and felt the familiar tingle across my back and tummy. “God I”m horny.” I thought. Shit there must be something in the water down here.

I got up and put on a pair of shorts without underwear and a t-shirt that I had found in the back of my suitcase from a trip the previous year. I had no bra, but I was confident the problem could be solved on a Saturday morning with a trip to the mall. I was sure that even this far south they had malls.

I came down the stairs to the pleasant smell of coffee. Richard and my sister were sitting at the kitchen table in robes reading the paper. Rachel was still in bed. “Morning” I said greeting them as they looked up.

“Sleep well?” my sister asked.

I grinned at her remembering my night, and said, “Like a baby.”

Richard poured me a cup of coffee and left the two of us at the table for some sister time and retired with his paper to the den.

“Hey sis thanks for the help with Rach last night, and sorry for being busy when you knocked” my sister said in a whisper.

“No problem hun, but you may want to invest in some sound proofing for your bedroom.” I said needling her.

It was her turn to turn crimson. “Oh God I am so sorry. Hope it wasn”t too bad.” She said very embarrassed.

I laughed and said, “Sounded like good wholesome married fun.”

“Yeah that”s why we put Rachel”s room down the hall.”, she said still blushing.

“Well not far enough apparently. She stopped by my room on the way back to hers after your fireworks were over. She said she could not stand to hear or even think about her parents “doing it”", I said giggling and really enjoying my sister”s discomfort.

“Of fuck me. She heard?”, she asked.

“Well she heard someone fucking you sis.”, I said still grinning.

My sister was mortified and I decided it was time to let her off the hook. “Don”t worry about it sis. I am sure she knows she was not conceived immaculately.”

“Yeah but ewwwww. Remember when we sometime heard our parents.”

“Yeah, icky but part of life.”, I said.

My sister chuckled and said, “Yeah I guess so. Maybe she should move out so we can be as loud as we want.” Mary said jokingly.

“Well speaking of which, I hear you told her she could come to Chicago if I agreed to put her up and she found a job in photography.”

“Well I don”t know if “agreed to” is the right way to say it, but we did discuss the possibility. She said she would go to college next year if she had up until July 1 to find a paying job in Chicago. I figured what the hell, what are the chances of that anyway? So I agreed.”, she said still not grasping her error.

“Well what if she does it?” I asked tentatively.

“Well I guess then its really up to you, but I don”t see it happening.”, Mary still naively replied.

I stared at her not saying a word. She stared back and then looked at me with confused eyes.

“What?” she asked just as realization dawned on her.

“YOUR KIDDING?”, she said now understanding. “She already has a job lined up doesn”t she?”

I nodded and said, “Oh it gets better. It”s a paid internship in photography at a fairly well respected agency. And just to add to that your little scheming daughter got me to agree that if you agreed and she got a job that she could live with me for awhile.”.

Mary looked as if I had punched her in the stomach.

“Cheer up sis; at least she has really thought this through.”, I said trying to take as much sting out of it as possible.

“So now either she goes or I renege on a promise and am the mother of all bitches for life. Those are my choices right?” she said still stunned.

“Appears so.” I replied sipping my coffee.

Mary sat brooding for a minute and neither of us spoke. She got up and went to a drawer in the kitchen and extracted two cigarettes and lit them both passing one to me. I took it even though we had both quit the habit supposedly for good.

As she blew smoke out over the table and nervously flicked ashes into a saucer that was now a makeshift ash tray, she said, “Well I pray you make sure nothing happens to her.”

I took a drag on my cigarette and said, “I wouldn”t wish that on anyone sis. Something should happen to everyone.”

************* *

I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon lying out on the back deck reading a book and drinking ice tea with Mary and Rachel. I explained my mishap of not having undies to Mary and she said she would run into town and get some for me. In the mean time we were not going anywhere and it was just us so we were in no real hurry.

Rachel was nice enough to loan me a bikini top so I could catch rays, but it was a little tight on me and gave me a little too much cleavage. Richard came out with Margaritas around 2pm and served us with more than a casual interest in my chest.

“Where”s mine?” Rachel asked when Richard handed Mary and I our drinks.

“Well young lady, you”re only 18.” Richard replied.

“Hell Rich, let her have one, I am sure she will have one in Chicago so she might as well learn how much is too much here rather than there.”, Mary said.

Silence blanketed the deck as Richard and Rachel and I all stared at Mary.

“You mean it mom?”, Rachel asked incredulously.

“Sure it”s just a Margarita.”, she replied.

“No about Chicago?”, Rachel said.

Mary turned to her daughter and said, “Yes, but if I hear one word of you getting out of line with Aunt Sara, I will personally come up there and drag your ass back here. Are we clear on that?”

Rachel nodded enthusiastically and said, “Thank you mom. I won”t disappoint you.”

“You best not young lady. Now Richard why don”t you go make a pitcher of Margaritas and join us out her. Our daughter is going to leave home next month and I think we should celebrate her new career.”

Richard did just that and we all got a little giddy and drunk and had a hell of a good time. More than once I caught Richard staring at my tits, and at first I was very uncomfortable, but after the warmth of a few drinks I found it amusing. I wondered if Mary would find it so amusing.

Richard went inside to refill the pitcher around 3pm and I was enjoying the hottest rays of the day on a lounge chair between my sister and neice. As soon as the door closed, Mary leaned toward me and said, “So do you think Richard likes your tits or is admiring your expert bikini wearing skills.”

“MOM!”, Rachel said stunned.

Mary was giddy from the alcohol and giggling. “Well he sure is staring.”

I was now feeling really self conscious, but also very flattered. Rachel was stunned that her mother had used the word “tits” and I was in the middle.

Now Rachel was getting into the act. “Well Aunt Sara is awful big for my bikini. Guess you can”t blame a dog for licking his chops around a steak dinner.”

“Stop it you two. He will be back any minute.”, I said hoping to put an end to the banter.

Mary was not done with me yet however, she said, “Why don”t you take it off before he comes back and really freak him out. Remember Chad Thayer?”

I was really blushing now. Chad Thayer was a high school football jock that I was madly in love with in 10th grade. When I was 15 I went to a pool party where he was and dove into the deep end to show off my diving skills only to lose my bikini top as I hit the water. I ran into the house to mortifying whistles and cheers from Chad and his friends. I was too embarrassed to ever talk to him after that, but I never forgot the feeling of running topless into the house. When I was younger I sometimes masturbated to that image that I held in my mind of what I must have looked like.

Rachel was rolling with laughter as her mother retold the story to her.

“Sorry girls my flashing days are over. If you want to thrill Richard, you are on your own, but then again I think you might have over-stimulated him last night.” I said to my sister.

Rachel burst out in a new fit of laughter as it was Mary”s turn to blush crimson.

“Yeah mom, I thought I was too old to be spanked, but I guess you are never too old.” Rachel said jabbing the knife into her mother a little deeper.

“Fuck off both of you.” Mary said in a joking tone. “We are supposed to be making fun of Richard not each other. Don”t you know that”s what we do when the guy leaves?”, she said in mock exasperation.

Richard returned with the pitcher of drinks to hear only the last sentence of our conversation. “So making fun of me are we?” he asked with mock hurt in his slightly slurred good natured voice.

We all three giggled together like we were kids and it felt wonderful. Mary was the first to speak, “No hun, just having girl talk. Besides you are way too easy of a target today. Just try to keep your tongue off the floor with us hot babes out here sunbathing.”

“I”ll try.” he said in slightly exasperated voice.

As the third pitcher of drinks appeared as the sun set and Richard lit the grill, I knew I was not getting underwear this night but I really didn”t care. The temperature began to drop as spring days do in the midwest and Mary loaned me a pair of sweats to go over my shorts and bikini top.

We ate hotdogs on the deck and talked until around 9pm when the chill turned to cold. We were all still feeling very loose and happy from the booze, but not yet drunk as we had paced ourselves and eaten a meal.

“Turn on the hot tub for later.”, Mary called to Richard as he cleaned up the grill dishes as we loaded the dishwasher.

“Sure hun.”, Richard replied with care and love in his voice. I was suddenly hit with an almost painful longing for Ron. I missed him and was hurt that he was going to miss our deadline. I was falling in love with him, and the fact that he had betrayed the trust of our game made it more difficult.

Mary must have noticed my face because she asked, “What”s wrong Sara?”

I smiled and put on my “happy face” and said, “Nothing, its just I was expecting a little something from Ron this week and it hasn”t come yet. I guess I am just a little disappointed.”

Rachel overheard us and said, “Oh shit I forgot.”

We both turned to her and she said, “Aunt Sara I am sorry, the Fedex guy came today with a package for you, but you were outside. I put it on your bed and forgot to tell you.”

I was stunned. Surely Ron would not have sent his fantasy to me here. What if someone opened it? What if I was gone or it got lost? What if? I ran to the guest bedroom and picked up the fedex package that lay on my pillow. Sure enough it was from Ron. It was a letter pack that was sealed and I was both horrified at its appearance in my sister”s home and relieved that he had not forgotten about me.

I turned the package over in my hands and was about to tear it open when Rachel came through the door. “What is it?” she asked.

I looked at her and smiled and realized that this could wait. It was here. That was the important thing. Besides, I was too drunk to be thinking about whatever was written inside. I would open it in the morning.

“Nothing Rachel. Just a letter I need. It”s not important tonight.” I said as I slipped the package into my luggage and went back downstairs to enjoy the evening.

Rachel and I walked downstairs together after each taking a minute to use the bathroom. Richard and Mary were blending another pitcher of Margaritas and pouring them into tall glasses rimmed with salt.

Rachel was obviously a little drunk, but not out of control. She took her glass and asked if these glasses meant what she thought they did.

I was a bit confused until Richard flicked a finger on the bottom of his glass to make not the plinking sound that glass makes but the softer thud of a finger hitting plastic. “Hot tub glasses”, he said grinning.

We returned to the deck where steam billowed out of the hot tub into crisp night air. Rachel stripped out of her sweats to reveal her bikini underneath as did Mary and Richard. They began climbing one by one into the hot tub, and I could not help but notice Richards tight body as it was revealed to me. “Lucky girl my sister.” I thought as my mind flashed on the image that last nights sounds brought to my mind.

Rachel was as stunning as only an 18 year old in a bikini can be, and Mary looked very sexy as well as an older more mature version of Rachel.

I stripped off my sweat suit and slid into the tub between Rachel and Mary. My shorts were baggy and heavy as they got wet, but Rachel”s bottoms were too tight for me, and Mary did not have an extra swim suit.

We were all enjoying the moment drinking cold drinks and enjoying the hot steamy water. Mary and Rachel were in rare form and joking with each other like I remembered. It had obviously been a long time for both of them since humor was in their relationship and they both seemed eager to make up for lost time.

“So tell me Rachel, you really want to be a photographer and are not just using this as an excuse to chase city boys are you.” Mary bantered to her daughter.

I was afraid this might touch a nerve with Rachel, but she didn”t bat an eye before saying, “Nah, I figure I can get laid here or there just as easy, but it would be nice to have a career too.”

Richard laughed, and after a minute so did Mary. “I suppose I deserved that.” She said.

“Speaking of getting laid, how is Ron?”, Mary asked me.

I almost choked on my drink thinking of the letter waiting for me upstairs.

“He”s fine and treating me like his princess/love slave.” I replied.

“Oh “love slave”? Do tell.” Richard entered the conversation.

“Yeah does he spank you?” Rachel asked.

Now it was Richard”s turn to choke not being privy to our conversation earlier. “Relax hon. Apparently our walls are not thick enough.” Mary said to her husband.

Richard”s face was not burning in the moonlight and the three women in the hot tub giggled like schoolgirls that only one of us was.

“Sorry.” was all Richard could muster.

We were all laughing now except for Richard. “Don”t look so freaked out Dad”, Rachel said. “It”s not like I thought I was hatched. You”re just a guy, you can”t help it.”

We all laughed again at that comment.

“So when did you become so worldly wise young lady?” Richard asked truly astonished at the turn of events of the last few hours.

“I dunno. When I met Robert last year I guess.” Rachel said grinning at the innuendo at the loss of her virginity.

I pinched Rachel under the water as a gentle reminder that she might be sharing too much too soon. She jolted, but got the message. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and stood up in the hot water as steam billowed off her gorgeous skin in the moonlight. She stretched and climbed out of the tub and pranced across the deck and into the house.

“Damn she”s grown up.” Richard said.

“Yeah and she is so damn beautiful it”s scary.” I said.

“She gets that from my side of the family.” Mary said jokingly.

Richard laughed and said, “She does bear a striking resemblance to you and your sister too.”

“Do you mean Sara”s tits because you”ve been staring at them all day.” Mary joked at her husband.

Richard blushed right along with me as he stammered, “I er.. don”t know what you mean.”

“Please Richard. I am not an idiot, nor am I so insecure that I freak out because you notice a nice pair of boobs. Just as long as you still like mine.” she said and flashed her husband by pulling up her bikini top.

She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth as if to say, “It”s all good”. He kissed her back deeply, and I began to feel a little like a third wheel.

Rachel came bounding out of the house with yet another pitcher of booze and giggled as she caught her mother half out of her swimsuit making out with her dad. “Jeez you two, get a room. Is the hot tub now going clothing optional?” she asked giggling as she slid in next to me and refilled my drink.

Mary turned to her daughter and threw her top at her jokingly. “My house, my rules. And as I recall you aren”t living in it next month so we can go butt-naked if we want.”, Mary said and punctuated the statement by slipping out of her bottoms under the foaming water and flipping them across the deck.

Mary then slid under the foam and after some struggling came up with Richard”s shorts and tossed them across the deck with hers. “See we are not such lame parents as you thought. We are naked hot-tubbing just like the movie stars.” Mary said giggling in a drunken voice.