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French Kiss

By: saucymh



"Then go fuck yourself!" I yelled as I stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door.

I was fuming. How dare Matt accuse me of "dragging him away on holiday"? I'd done no such thing. Our holiday in France was supposed to be fun for both of us. Huh! Not likely! Matt had done nothing but complain; he didn't like the food, the beer was too expensive, he couldn't get a Wi-Fi connection. Whinge, whinge, whinge!

I'd had enough. The holiday had cost me an arm and a leg and I was buggered if I was going to sit around with that moaning arsehole anymore. I wanted to enjoy myself. As far as I was concerned my relationship with Matt was over, finished. The holiday, however, wasn't. There was still plenty of time for me to go out and find some excitement. 

I stalked off towards the bar half expecting to see my suitcase and belongings to come flying along the hallway behind me but nothing so dramatic happened. All was silent. I hesitated, wondering if Matt would come after me. He didn't of course. Matt was as sick of our relationship as I was so why would he stop me leaving?

My partner, Matt, and I had been together for five years but the spark had died after two. We should have ended it then but neither of us had the guts. The holiday in France was our last chance to salvage our relationship, make or break time. Sadly it was the latter. 

I swiped at the tears blurring my vision and marched resolutely down the hallway. I didn't know where I was going but I had money in my pockets so I could stay out all night if I wanted to, go from bar to bar drowning my sorrows. Hell, I probably would. Getting a drink was certainly a priority after the day I'd had. 

Our apartment block had a restaurant on the first floor with a small bar attached. The bar stayed open most of the night and offered discounted drinks to residents of the apartments. The discount wasn't much but the bar had a friendly atmosphere and the bar tenders were lovely. I'd got to know them quite well during the eight days I'd been staying there. 

My favourite bar tender was Jacques, a twenty-two year old French Canadian from Quebec who was working in France for the summer before embarking on a year out in Australia. Jacques was short and stocky, not my usual type at all, but was always cheerful and had the most endearing smile. Jacques had a habit of gazing at my ass and complementing me on my curvaceous figure whenever Matt was out of earshot. His highly personal comments had annoyed me at first but I'd grown to like them. My ass was great so why not accept the complement? And so Jacques open admiration for my derriere, however inappropriate, had became most welcome.

As luck would have it Jacques was on duty that night. He smiled warmly as I marched up the bar but his expression changed as I got nearer. 

"Oh dear Lisa, another bust-up?" he enquired cautiously.

I tried my best to smile. "Is it that obvious?"

"I can see you've been crying, so yes," he answered sympathetically. His big brown eyes searched mine. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah." I sighed. "It's over with Matt. For real this time."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Anything I can do?" 

"No. I just need to get my head straight and work out what to do next."

"Well, the first you should do is have a beer," he instructed. 

"Beer?" I replied, my head still dazed.

"Yes, you know, one of these?" He poured me a large glass of beer and pushed it towards me. "Drink this, calm down and see if things look different. It's on me," he added when I reached into my pocket for money.

"Thanks," I smiled. "I knew you'd cheer me up. Can I get a chaser with it?"

Jacques grinned. "Planning to get drunk are you?"

I nodded.

"Look Lisa, I'm off shift at ten. We can talk if you like?"

I shook my head. "I'm not good company tonight."

"You're always good company," he smiled. "If it's any consolation, he's wasn't right for you."

"Oh? What makes you say that?" I asked stiffly.

Jacques eyes twinkled. "The fights, the tears, the arguments..."

"Yeah, yeah ok," I grinned.

"No, seriously. Five years together and you're not married, not even engaged? One of you doesn't want to commit."

"Both of us I think," I sighed. "He's a nice bloke really."

"Nice? Ugh! I wouldn't want to be described as nice!"

I laughed. "Don't worry, you're not nice, you're gorgeous." 

"Am I?"

"Shit! I said that out loud didn't I?" I stammered, slapping my hand over my mouth. "What I meant to say was you're gorgeous to most women..." 

"Uh-uh, don't you dare, no taking it back," Jacques teased. "You told me I was gorgeous!"

I blushed, my face turning a deep tomato red. 

"Anyway, I am gorgeous," he boasted, "and so are you, especially your ass. God-damn I love your beautiful round ass cheeks. And may I say that skirt looks stunning on you?" 

"What is it with you and my ass?" I demanded, giggling.

"Oh, your ass is peachy, I could just eat it!"

I shifted uncomfortably on my bar stool.

"Sorry," he smiled, noting my uneasiness. "What can I say? I'm turned on by a nice round ass, and yours is exactly right. Just enough flesh to grab whilst I stick my..."

I coughed, my eyes wide.

"Oops, sorry, I talk too much."

"Talk all you like, I liked being complemented. I don't hear it often."

"Ow, poor Lisa," Jacques grinned. "I have to get back to work but if you find a table I'll join soon, ok?"

I nodded and retreated to a table by the window conscious that Jacques eyes would target my backside the second I turned around. I gave him a wiggle and waited for his reaction.

"Flirt!" he called across the bar. 

I smiled to myself. 

I found a table next to the window and sipped my beer whilst watch the bustling chaos on the street outside. The resort was still heaving with pedestrians, locals shutting up their shops for the night and restaurant owners enticing late night customers inside their establishments. No-one would get any sleep with that din going on but not many would try. Everyone was a night-owl in this resort. I loved that. 

Jacques served his customers but his eyes kept wandering in my direction. He liked me or at least fancied me. That was good. I fancied him come to think of it. He was the total opposite to Matt and I found that refreshing. Matt was tall, slender and took great pride in his appearance. He was fond of routine and rarely let himself go. Jacques was short, on the podgy side and always looked a bit ruffled. He also struck me as a happy-go-lucky sort of person who would go with the flow. That appealed to me. I'd been like that, once. 

I suddenly thought of Matt. He hadn't come to find me and yet he'd know I was in the bar. Where else would I go? A lump formed in my throat. The end may have been coming for a long time but it still hurt. 

Jacques waved to me from across the bar and held up two beers. I quickly composed myself and beckoned him over.

"I'm done for the night, Fabien just took over. Do you want to talk?"

I shook my head, nodded then shook my head again.

"Ok," Jacques smiled. "Tell me what the bust-up over this time?" 

"I honestly don't know!" I shrugged. It was true, I didn't. Something trivial had triggered our latest row and it had escalated from there. 

"So Lisa," smiled Jacques, "what would you like to do to cheer yourself up?" 

I hesitated. Was that a proposition?

"Well?" he asked softly.

I reached out my hand and gently stroked his arm to see how he'd respond. 

Jacques took my hand in his. It was a proposition. 

"What's on offer?" I dared to ask.

Jacques leaned towards me. "Anything you want."

"Anything?"

He raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"What would you like to do?" I enquired turning his question back on him. 

"Oh, let me see," he grinned roguishly. "I'd like to remove that tight skirt of yours, feel-up that gorgeous ass and fuck you right here in the bar."

My eyes nearly popped out of my head! I burst out laughing and slapped my hands across my mouth.

Jacques looked bemused. "Why's that funny? You like me don't you?"

"Yes, I do but..."

He shrugged. "But what? Come on Lisa, let me have a piece of that ass."

"I'm tempted, Jacques," I giggled, "but I can't."

"Why? I think you're hot and I want you. If you like me, why not fuck me?" 

I gazed at him, astounded by his frankness. "Because..."

"Matt? Do you feel guilty?"

I thought about that. "No," I said. "Jacques, don't take this the wrong way but you're not going to tell me you love me, are you?"

Jacques laughed. "No, I'm offering casual sex. If you want more then we should forget all this. We can sit here and talk instead."

I squeezed Jacques' hand. "Casual sex is good. I'm a bit out of practice but..."

"So get some practice. Let me fuck you," he smirked. "I'm very good," he added with a twinkle in his eye.

I was intrigued but knew I should walk away. My relationship with Matt may be over but storming off to the bar and promptly screwing the barman was a cruel and I wasn't a vindictive person. But what about me? I needed to be happy. I always put Matt first so maybe it was time I didn't?

So there I was, in the bar, drink in hand being propositioned by a very attractive young man. Very attractive indeed. Why not fuck him? I sat back and looked Jacques over. He had a good body, clear skin, nicely tanned and the bulge in his trousers looked promising. He had a big, fat cock tucked away in there. I could do with a bit of that.

"Yes, I'll fuck you," I whispered before I could talk myself out of it. 

Jacques leaned in close. "You're gorgeous Lisa, and I'm going to make you scream." 

"Really? Can you do that Jacques? Can you make me feel so hot I need to scream?"

Jacques flashed that wonderfully seductive smile. "Oh yes!"

"Then fuck me Jacques," I breathed as my pulse began to race and my loins caught fire. "Fuck me hard. Bend me over backwards and thrust that cock of yours deep inside me. I want it! Now!"

Jacques eyes widened. "Jesus Lisa! You are keen. Don't I get to finish my drink first?"

"No. What are you waiting for?"

Jacques shrugged, rose to his feet and offered me his hand. I accepted. The decision was made. It was a life changing moment, one that terminated my relationship with Matt for good. The past five years were over and a new chapter was beginning. Bring it on! 

Jacques led me away towards the exit. I expected him to take me up to his apartment, which I knew was on the top floor, but he didn't. Instead he guided me into a store room just behind the bar. It seemed that sex with him would not be performed in the comfort of a bedroom. Oh well, so be it. 

The storeroom felt cold and was cluttered with beer barrels, crates of bottles and all the paraphernalia of a busy hotel bar. Jacques didn't lock the door, so anyone could walk in, and he left the light on. Privacy didn't seem to matter to him.

Jacques was as keen as me to get started. His healthy erection already stood prominently against his tight black work trousers, begging to be released. I watched as he unzipped and freed it. Goodness that was big and fully pumped ready for action. This wouldn't be a slow love making session; it would be sex - fast and furious. My heart pounded at the thrill of it. 

Matt had never been spontaneous where sex was concerned. He liked to make love the old fashioned way with a candle lit dinner, wine and plenty of time in a comfortable bed. It took him a long time to achieve a full erection and hours to make him come. Sex with Matt had been good but was so laborious and time consuming that it'd hardly ever happened. How I'd longer for spontaneous sex with him, just a quick fuck before work or a swift fingering at bedtime. I never got it. 

Now I would. I threw back my head and gave in Jacques. I allowed him to yank off my tee-shirt then unzip my skirt and push it down my legs to the floor. My panties and bra came off next leaving me stark naked in the middle of the store room. It was so exciting! 

I watched Jacques remove the rest of his clothing and marvelled at the body beneath. His physique, although stocky was muscular and the slight paunch didn't bother me at all. It merely confirmed that he loved life and wasn't pre-occupied with achieving the perfect six-pack, unlike certain people I knew. 

Jacques stood before me, naked, his cock in his hand. It was huge; purple with blood and hard as wood. I gasped as I caught the whiff of pre-cum and saw a large drop emerge from his swollen tip. It glistened in the stark florescent light.

"You're fucking gorgeous," I moaned as Jacques moved towards me.

"And you're beautiful," he whispered his hands running around my body and straight onto my buttocks. I felt him stroking them, kneading them beneath his palms. 

"Oh God you're sexy," he groaned, pressing his hot penis up against my flat belly. 

"You too," I murmured. "You're so fucking hot! Fuck me Jacques! I want to feel you inside me." My pussy did and involuntary twinge and I could feel the wetness inside. 

"Turn around," said Jacques. 

I did as I was instructed. I braced myself against a tall beer barrel and opened my legs as Jacques moved up behind me. He stroked his engorged cock across my ass.

"Oh so gorgeous, so smooth," he groaned.

"Fuck me!" I demanded, my patience gone. I wanted sex. I wanted a good hard fucking. "Do it!" 

Jacques took hold of his cock and positioned it against my wet slit. Tiny spasms of pleasure began to ripple out from my longing cunt as he pushed himself inside me. I felt the heavenly squeeze of penetration and the burn as he sank his substantial length inside my in one continuous thrust.

Gone were all thoughts of Matt. The only thing on my mind was Jacques's huge cock and how good it felt as it filled me. My wet tunnel contracted, gripping that cock as it drove inside me, again and again, stroking me with such divine force. Jacques pushed so deep and his cock was so huge... 

"Oh yes, yes, that's good," I gasped. I was breathless.

"Oh fuck you're hot," came the answering moan.

Jacques grabbed my ass tightly with both hands and began to fuck me frantically. The increased pace stimulated my juices creating squelching noises as Jacques' cock pumped hard.

"Make me scream, Jacques," I panted as his hips pounded against my ass hurling me forwards against the beer barrel.

I pushed back against his thrusts with all my might, loving the depth this man could achieve with his long cock. Length and width, no wonder Jacques was never short of female admirers. Not with that in his trousers! Fuck he felt good!

"That's it...fuck me, harder," I gasped.

Jacques grunted out his lust and thrust harder. I loved the noises he made - so animalistic, so primitive. His rough fucking set me alight and soon the early tingles of a building orgasm began to make my legs tremble. The sheer size of Jacques' cock and the vigour with which he pumped me were heavenly...and Jacques knew it.

"You like it rough, eh?" he grunted. 

"Oh yes!" I screeched, "I fucking love it!"

"And you'd like it even more if I fucked your tight little ass, wouldn't you?"

I gasped. What did he just say?

To my horror Jacques stopped his blissful thrusting and withdrew his cock from my soaking cunt. His cock was slick with my slimy cunt juices and he rubbed them over my tightly closed ass sphincter, making it wet and slippery. He pushed against my ass hole and I felt it give a little.

"How about it Lisa," he urged. "Can I fuck you up the ass? That would make you scream like never before!" 

I felt my whole body tense...then quiver. Fuck me in the ass? My heart began to pound. I hadn't had the pleasure of a good hot cock in my ass for years...and I'd missed it. Matt liked clean conventional sex but I hadn't always been with him, had I? I'd had plenty of boyfriends before Matt and some of them had been very adventurous. More than one had taken me up the ass and I'd loved it... 

Yes, yes! Do it! Fuck any hole you want!" I gasped without missing beat. God I felt horny. Jacques was an 'ass man', of course he'd want to fuck my anus. Well, if he wanted it, he could have it. He could fuck anything he wanted; cunt, ass, mouth, anything - so long as it was rough and made me come. Jacques was hard and hot and I felt like being dirty. Why not give in to that?

"Do it Jacques," I breathed, "fuck my ass." I leaned over, spread my legs wider and ran a saliva covered finger around my puckered hole. "Fuck it hard and deep!" 

Jacques let out a deep sigh. "Oh I will!"

He moved close behind me and spat on my sphincter. Gently, slowly, he ran his finger around my opening until it relaxed, then he pushed against my opening and slid his finger inside. The intrusion felt strange but good, so good. His touch made my whole body shudder with pleasure. Jacques expert finger stroked and teased, encouraging my hole to open. 

Suddenly Jacques withdrew. He ran his fingers over my wet snatch rubbing my juices over my sphincter and his own cock, lubricating both, then he lined himself up and pushed hard. Knees slightly bent he pushed against my sphincter until his penis entered me and slid smoothly inside. 

A burning pain shot through me accompanied by the exquisite sensation of fullness and friction. I caught my breath as Jacques' fingers found my clit, simultaneously stroking it whilst his long penis caressed the inside of my back passage.

"Fuck!" I yelled. "Fuck, fuck that's good!"

Jacques thrust again, deeper, filling me, rubbing me whilst his fingers stimulated my pulsating clit into an agonising frenzy. 

"Oh God!" I yelled. It was too much stimulation, too much pleasure. I overloaded. I screamed like a banshee as gigantic wave of sexual electricity was unleashed throwing my body into the spasms the like of which I had never felt before. 

"Oh yes, you love it, you love my big cock in your hot little ass don't you?" grunted my ass-loving assailant.

"Oh fuck YES," I screamed. "Yes, yes, YES!"

Jacques grunts became deeper, guttural and his thrusts faster. The pain was intense but the pleasure even more so. I'd never been fucked so furiously. 

"I'm going to come, I'm close. Where do you want it?" groaned Jacques.

Where did I want it? In my ass? On my ass cheeks? On my tits? That would be good. What about in my mouth? If he did it there I could watch him ejaculate and see the expression on his face as he let go. And I could taste it...

"In my mouth. Come in my mouth," I gasped.

"Your mouth? Ok. Done."

I had no time to reconsider my request. Jacques withdrew from me, pulling his swollen cock hastily out of my enlarged anus and spinning me around roughly. He put his hands on my head and pushed me to the floor then left hand gripping my hair, right around his cock he plunged his purple cockhead into my open mouth. He climaxed immediately, pumping his sticky load straight into my throat.

I swooned, tasting the salty smooth cum and remembering how much I liked it. Matt didn't like aural. Of course he didn't. I did. I closed my lips around Jacques swollen tip and ran my tongue over the smooth, sensitive surface. He tasted divine. I began to suck hungrily.

Jacques expression was priceless. He crinkled up his face, gritted his teeth and let out a pained grunt as shoot another thick glob of sweet cum into my greedy mouth. His body shook with his efforts and his fingers dug into the back of my head.

"Oh shit yes, that feels so good," he groaned. 

I actually smiled as I sucked back his satisfying load and swallowed it down. It was slick as oysters and far tastier. I'd forgotten how good a mouthful of cum tasted. 

Jacques released his grip on me as his climax subsided. He looked down with a satisfied grin on his face and moaned contentedly as I cleaned his softening penis. 

"Dirty slut. That's been up your ass!" he grinned.


French Kiss



I laughed. God that was filthy!

Jacques offered me a hand and helped me to my feet. He held my gently and kissed my neck with far more tenderness than I had expected. "Well, Lisa," he whispered, "you surprised me. I never took you for a sex crazed hottie!"

I smiled at that. "I am sex crazed. I'm a total slut. I've just been repressed for a long time." 

"I see. So this is the real you?"

I nodded. "Yes, I think it is. Do you like it?"

Jacques raised an eyebrow and nodded approvingly. 

"Good, I..."

The store room banged open and Fabien marched in carrying an empty crate.

"Merde!" he screeched as his eyes fell upon Jacques and me, stark naked and sweat drenched amongst the beer barrels.

My hands flew across my breasts and Jacques stepped swiftly in front of me. We stood staring at Fabien like rabbits caught in the headlights. 

Poor Fabien put the crate down, raised his hands in apology and backed out of the room. 

"Oh God, I forgot Fabien would be re-stocking the bar," snorted Jacques. 

I giggled, "Will he be angry?"

"Na, shouldn't think so. I'll apologise later."

I threw my arms around Jacques' neck. "Well, I had fun but I guess it's time for me to face the music."

Jacques pulled a face. "So soon? Come on Lisa, keep me company a little longer." He slid his hands around to my buttocks. "I don't want you to take these away from me just yet."

Jacques leaned in and kissed my lips. His kiss was tender, gentle. 

I gazed into his brown eyes. "Fancy a walk? It's a lovely night," I asked.

"Yes, I'd like that, but first I want you to kiss me again. Kiss me like you mean it."

My smile widened. My lips touched his, pressing down upon them as our kiss became deeper, more intimate. My hands ran down his back and came to rest on his own pert behind. I stroked it the way he was stroking mine. 

Jacques moved his body closer to mine and I could feel the heat from his cock as it began to engorge with blood, ready for round two.

"We can't do this again here," he breathed.

"Let's take that walk then. Maybe you'll kiss me on the beach under the silver moonlight?"

Jacques gaped at me sending me into fits of giggles. 

"Joking!" I laughed. On impulse I kissed him again, long and deep. 

"What was that for?" he asked when we broke apart.

I shrugged. "I don't know. What can I say, you drive me wild!"

"How wild?" he responded with a mischievous grin.

"Very!" 

"Show me," he goaded.

"Now?" 

"If you like."

"Here?"

"Hmm, maybe not."

"Too late, you hesitated!" 

"Lisa, don't," uttered Jacques nervously. "Fabien won't be happy if he catches..." 

I placed a finger over Jacques lips. "I don't care. Right now all I want to do is fuck you in the ass, like you fucked me! God, you have such a sexy ass!"

"You what?! Lisa!"

"Shut up and turn around!" I ordered.

"Lisa no! I ...Ohhhh!"

Jacques stopped protesting as my fingers found his tightly closed ass sphincter and began stroking it, gently. 

"Oh Lisa,"

"Should I stop?" I teased, taking my fingers away.

"No, no, fuck no. Don't stop. Fabien won't come back for a while."

"I don't care if he does," I whispered. 

Jacques opened his legs a little and braced himself against the same beer barrel I'd leaned against. An aphrodisiacal aroma of testosterone emanated from his body filling my nostrils with its tantalisingly erotic odour. I breathed in deeply, loving the effect it had upon me. My pussy throbbed. 

My sexy French Canadian conquest let out a deep sigh as I stroked his exposed ass cheeks, dropped to my knees behind him and buried my face between those muscular pillows. My tongue found the puckered entrance to his ass and licked it. Jacques shuddered as my wet tongue caressed the delicate skin of his sphincter. His whole body pulsated at my touch. 

"God Lisa, you dirty slut!" he moaned. "Wank me, filthy whore. Jerk me off whilst you lick out my ass!"

My cunt contracted the second he called me a "filthy whore." Spasms of depraved longing consumed me. I could smell pre-cum and reaching through Jacques' legs I found his penis fully engorged and primed for another climax. I took it firmly in my left hand and began to stroke it, easing back his foreskin and running my hand the whole length of his shaft. 

Jacques let out a groan and his ass hole opened allowing my tongue access. I slid it inside, running it around the smooth opening of his back passage.

"Filthy whore!" Jacques repeated under his breath.

Filthy? I hadn't even started! 

I licked the fingers of my right hand and pressed them up against Jacques sphincter. Two of them slid inside smoothly. I tittered to myself as I began to work them back and forth, stroking the inside of Jacques' ass and massaging his prostate. My grin exploded into a laugh as I heard him respond with deafeningly loud grunts. Spasms shook him as my stimulation thrust him towards a climax.

"Oh God!" he gasped. "You're going to make me come!"

"Good!" I declared increasing the speed of my strokes on his penis and thrusting a third finger inside his ass, stroking him faster and harder. Faster, faster, harder, deeper...three fingers, four...my whole hand. 

"Oh shit, SHIT!" Jacques gasped as his body went rigid. He let out a cry of pleasure which must have been audible for miles! I watched with deep satisfaction as his penis erupted shooting a magnificent load of creamy cum onto the wooden barrel in front of him. It stuck there, clinging like glue. Gloopy evidence of our misdemeanours!

When Jacques climax subsided he returned to his senses. "Merde! I was loud! Oh God, I'm going to be in trouble!"

I giggled.

Jacques turned to face me, a huge beaming smile on his face. "You" he spluttered, "are terrible!"

"I told you I was a repressed slut!" 

"Yes you did, but I didn't expect that! My God Lisa, you're a brazen ass-licking hussy! You're the woman of my dreams!"

"Ow, stop with the complements and kiss me," I giggled.

"No problem. Come here."

Jacques lips met mine and kissed me passionately. It was lovely. I wish that moment could have lasted forever but it couldn't. I had reality to deal with.

"I have to go Jacques," I sighed, holding him at arm's length and gazing into those incredible dark brown eyes. "I have to face Matt sometime, may as well be now."

Jacques nodded. "Will you be ok?"

"I'll be fine. Listen, Jacques, don't take this the wrong way but I'm not going to tell Matt about you or what we did tonight."

"No of course not. I won't say anything, you have my word."

"Thank you. You're lovely, you know that."

"Yeah, I'm gorgeous. I'll wait in the bar, just in case you need me."

Need him? Yes, I suppose I might. The prospect of facing Matt terrified me and our initial encounter was only the tip of the iceberg. I'd have to sit next to him on the flight home, drive back to our flat with him and live with him until I found somewhere else. Hell! What a nightmare. There had to be another way...

"Jacques?" I said. "Do you know anyone looking for a waitresses or a cleaner or any sort of job really?"

Jacques looked uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, I'm not after you. I need a fresh start and now's as good a time as any."

Jacques looked deep into my eyes. "Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

"There's plenty of work if you don't mind long hours and poor wages!"

"I'll need somewhere to stay..." 

"Stay with me," he said without hesitation, "until you find your feet."

Jacques kissed me and patted my bottom. "Maybe you could repay me with a bit more of that ass!"

"Oh, I could definitely do that!" I winked. "Ok, it's time. Wish me luck."

He smiled, "we make our own luck Lisa."

It's true, we did. My life with Matt sucked and it was high time I faced up to reality and made some changes, for both our sakes. Life was an adventure and I should learn to take the plunge. I'd been too cautious for too long.



French Kissing for Girls



The story that follows is a re-telling of my last year's Nude Day contest entry, 'Okay, Baby, We'll Do It!' but this time from Kirsty's viewpoint instead of Helen's. Hope you like it

Kirsty was bored. Not mind-numbingly bored, just couldn't-be-bothered-to think-of-anything-to-do-before-supper bored. She'd picked up the local paper to read for something to do and was skimming through it. A lot of the content was devoted to the actions of the local City Council, a bunch who her Mom had described as Neanderthal only yesterday.

It's funny how the mind works sometimes, how a word will stand out from a page. The word was 'nude'. An ordinary little word, only four letters, perfectly innocent in itself, just meaning 'naked' or 'uncovered.' But add boys to the equation and it could get interesting. She read on. Wow! A nude beach! Here in Hicksville. Yee-haa!

It seemed that the City Council had agreed that the beach at Dover Point, well away from the more popular beaches and well screened by dunes and pines, could be used from July 5 for nude sunning and bathing. A footnote said that family parties would be admitted to the beach free on July 14, National Nude Day. An idea jumped fully-formed into Kirsty's consciousness. Did she dare? Soon find out. . . .

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Remember, when I was revising for my exams?"

Yes?"

"You promised me a day out with you, at your expense, anywhere I wanted, if I passed them all?"

"I remember. Okay, show me."

Kirsty passed the paper over, open. "The item half-way down the right hand column." She held her breath, waiting for her Mom's reaction. It was milder than she'd feared

"You expect me to accompany you to a nude beach?" There was a strange note in her Mom's voice. Terror?

"Yes, Mom, because you promised."

Helen Anderson shoved the paper under her daughter's nose. "I didn't expect anything like that!"

"No, but you said I could choose. Not on opening day. We'll go on the 14th."

Her Mom frowned. "Bastille day?" 

What was she talking about? Oh! French history. "So it is," said Kirsty, grinning again, "but I suggested the 14th because it's National Nude Day."

"National Nude Day! Ye gods!"

Kirsty sobered. "Mom, you promised. Anywhere, you said."

"I know, but this!"

She studied her mother. "Mom, Dad has been dead for three years now. You're a good-looking woman - you are, so don't try to deny it - and I'd be proud to have you with me."

"Thank you, sweetheart," she said, looking at the paper again. She looked up. "All day?"

"All day, Mom."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a natural show-off and this is my big chance." Kirsty grinned. "I guess really I just want to see if I have the nerve to be naked in public and I wanted my best friend there with me to hold my hand."

"I thought Jeannie was your best friend?"

"Mom! You know what I mean. Anyway, you really are my best friend." And she was. She'd always been there for Kirsty, answering her questions, supporting, encouraging, helping her cope with her father's death, despite her own sorrow.

"You really want to do this? Really, really?" Was her Mom weakening?

"Really, really, Mom." Kirsty shrugged. "I guess if you really, really don't want to, Mom, we can do something else."

There was a pause as they studied each other, until Helen took a deep breath. "Okay, baby, we'll do it!" There was a rueful expression on her face.

Kirsty leaped up and hugged her. "Thanks, Mom. Can Jeannie come with us?" 

"I guess so, sweetheart. Safety in numbers. Who's gonna notice me if I'm with you sex kittens." She smiled across at Kirsty.

Kirsty grinned. "I would, if I was a man."

Helen laughed. "Thanks, baby. Tell you what, since this is going to be such an expensive day - " Kirsty grinned " - I'll treat the three of us to dinner at Toni's that night. Okay?"

"Very okay, Mom. Thanks, Mom, thanks a lot."

Kirsty thought Jeannie was going into shock when she suggested it, but she rallied quickly, a thoughtful look on her face. "There'll be boys on the beach, won't there?"

"I hope so!" said Kirsty. "We can size up their shlongs!"

Jeannie giggled. "That thought did cross my mind. While they get to see our tits! Never mind, I think we both have nice ones." She shook her head. "We could just have gone ourselves, you know, you didn't have to persuade your Mom to come."

Kirsty frowned. "I know, but I thought it might take her out of herself a bit. She's been so down since Daddy was killed."

"So have you!"

Kirsty made a face. "I know. I think I'm okay now. It's been three years, I wish she'd go on a date or something."

"Yeah, tell me about it! I've got Dad moping at home. He and Mom are still friendly enough, but he could do with dating, too."

"We should get them together," said Kirsty thoughtfully.

Jeannie stared at her. "Yes," she said slowly. "We should. I know Dad likes her."

"Mom likes your Dad, too. He was really good to us when Dad was killed. Your Mom, too."

Jeannie giggled. "If Dad saw your Mom at Dover Point it might help!"

"Tell him where we're going," urged Kirsty. "It might tempt him."

"Ohmigod, he'd see us, too!" 

There was a brief tingle in Kirsty's pussy as she thought of Jeannie's father seeing her naked. "Does that bother you?"

"N-o-o," said Jeannie slowly, "I don't think it does. Mind you, I'll probably blush like crazy if he does come."

Kirsty laughed. "Me too! How would you feel if they did get together, and it got serious. I mean, your Dad in my Mom's bed. Or vice-versa."

Jeannie looked thoughtful. "I don't think it would bother me too much. I mean, I know Mom and Dad aren't going to get back together. They made that pretty clear. I like your Mom. If I had to pick someone out for Dad, it would be someone like her."

Kirsty hugged her friend. "If it got really serious, we could end up as step-sisters. I'd like that. I get lonely sometimes as an only child."

"Me, too." Jeannie laughed. "We have to get them together, first."

"First step could be Dover Point."

"I'll tell Dad where we're going, I'll tell him your Mom's going." Jeannie shrugged. "After that, it's up to them."

"Roll on the fourteenth!"

Which came incredibly slowly. Kirsty, her Mom and Jeannie had discussed the day and the meal and they had agreed to take casual clothes for the evening meal, and to wear what seemed appropriate for the day and the weather, which meant that Kirsty was wearing shorts and a bikini top and Helen a light cotton sun dress when they arrived to collect Jeannie.

Similarly clad to Kirsty, Jeannie threw her bag into the back of Helen's car and scrambled in. "Hi, Kirsty. Hi, Mrs Anderson."

"Jeannie," said Helen, "you are now officially an adult, yes?"

"Yes." Puzzled.

"Call me Helen. That way I don't feel so old. Okay?"

Jeannie laughed. "Okay, Helen it is, Helen."

"Can I call you Helen, Mom?" asked Kirsty.

"Definitely!" Helen laughed. "Except when I'm establishing that we're a family group to avoid paying, okay?"

Kirsty laughed. "Okay, cheapskate!"

They were soon at Dover Point and heading towards the beach. Kirsty noticed a startled expression on her mother's face when they came to the shiny new sign saying 'No clothes beyond this point', but she didn't hesitate long when she saw that Kirsty and Jeannie were already naked. Kirsty grabbed one of her mother's hands, Jeannie the other and they tugged her towards the beach, Kirsty suddenly proud of her mother's slender beauty.

There were quite a few people already on the beach. Youngsters of both sexes in the majority, but there were enough older people to make Helen feel less uncomfortable, Kirsty thought. Someone called Helen's name, an older woman, and she stopped to talk to her, while Kirsty and Jeannie found a spot just beside the pines where the beach narrowed. A nice warm hollow between the dunes.

"Where's Mom?"

"I'll go see." Jeannie retraced her steps and paused, looking over the dune. She waved. "Over here, Helen."

Kirsty had laid out their towels. She looked up at Jeannie. "I think we should take turns to guard our things. What d'ya think?"

"Good idea."

"I'll get Mom to take first turn."

Helen came over the dune and joined the girls, smiling and looking much happier, Kirsty thought, than she had when they arrived.

"Hi, Mom - Helen - we were just going to have a swim. They'll probably be okay, but we thought maybe one of us should stay with our things. If you take first watch, one of us will come back, then you can go in the water. We'll all take turns being watchdog."

Helen nodded in agreement. "Sounds sensible, daughter mine. Okay, but if one of you could put some sun block on my back before you go. I can manage my front."

The intimate task was quickly accomplished and Kirsty and Jeannie trotted off together towards the water.

"Did you see who was along the beach, playing volleyball?" Kirsty asked.

Jeannie grinned. "I saw Mary Ross and Jimmy Perez, and wasn't that Julie March, too?"

"Yeah, I think you're right, and I think the fourth one is Billy Trainor."

"Tell you what, Jeannie, let's get in the water, swim along that way, get out past them and just kinda saunter back . What d'ya say?"

"I say yes. Race you!" Jeannie raced into the water, followed quickly by a squealing Kirsty. The two girls swam about twenty yards out, then turned and swam parallel to the beach for ten minutes before letting the waves carry them back inshore. They wrung their hair out to get get rid of most of the water then hand-in-hand ambled back along the shore towards Helen.

As they neared the volleyball game Jeannie squeezed Kirsty's fingers. Kirsty glanced across.

"Just look at the pricks on Jimmy and Billy. Very nice, wouldn't you say?" asked Jeannie in a low voice.

Kirsty grinned at her friend. "Good enough to eat, I'd say." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Jeannie giggled, a look of fascinated horror on her face. "You wouldn't?"

"I might," said Kirsty. "I'd like to know what it's like."

"Would you -- swallow?"

"Dunno. It might depend on how excited I was." She loosened Jeannie's hand and waved. "Hi, guys."

"Hi, Kirsty. Jeannie," said Billy Trainor, his eyes flickering over them, a pleased look on his face.

"Hi," said Mary Ross. She grinned. "What brings you here?"

Kirsty laughed. Despite Mary Ross's reputation as an apparent pushover for any male with a hard prick, she liked her for her quick wit and friendly personality. "Curiosity, I think. Checking out the guys," she said, winking at Jimmy Perez, "just wondering if I had the nerve to be naked in public."

"Funny," said Julie March. "I think that's why I came, to find out if I could, I guess."

"And what conclusion have you very lovely ladies come to?" Jimmy asked with a laugh.

"I love it!" said Julie.

"Me too," Kirsty responded.

"We like it too, don't we, Billy?" Jimmy said with a grin.

"Too damned true," Trainor said fervently.

"Kirsty?"

"Yes, Jimmy?"

"Who's that woman that came with you?"

"Ah! Watching, were you? That's my mom."

"Your mom! Heck, I thought she looked familiar, but we thought it was a cousin or something. Would she mind if we played along there? There's a little more room. We didn't want to bother her."

"Mom won't mind. She might even join in."

"That'd be cool," said Jimmy dryly, "playing naked volleyball with your classmate's mom."

"You like older women?" Jeannie asked with a giggle.

"I always liked Kirsty's mom," said Jimmy seriously. "She's always been nice to me and I have to say, she's one of the best looking women - present company excepted, of course - on the beach."

"Thanks, Jimmy, I'll tell her you said so," said Kirsty, laughing.

"Hell, no, she might not like me saying that," Jimmy replied, alarmed.

"I think she would," said Kirsty, "but okay, I won't tell her." Not until later, anyhow. "Come on, let's see if she wants to join in."

Helen welcomed the chance for some activity and she, Kirsty and Jeanie teamed up with Mary against the two boys and Julie. Not one of the seven took the game at all seriously and there were laughs and squeals in plenty. Lunch time came and the two boys, Mary and Julie wandered off in search of their own supplies, while Kirsty and Jeannie joined Helen in tackling the feast they had brought. Replete, they sprawled in idle comfort and chatted about - well, nothing of importance, Kirsty decided, but it was good to see her mom so comfortable and relaxed.

She looked up as a figure loomed over them.

"Daddy!" Jeannie said in surprise. "What are you doing here?" She was blushing but not trying to hide herself from her father.

"Looking for you, munchkin," said Tom Evensen, also a little red. He sat cross-legged beside Helen, who watched him covertly. Phase one, Kirsty told herself, sneaking a look at Tom Evensen herself.

"My meeting finished early and I knew you were coming to Dover Point," Tom said. He gave a rueful laugh. "I'd forgotten it was a nude beach now."

"Kirsty and I were just going for a swim, Daddy," said Jeannie. "Are you coming?"

"Not at the moment, sweetheart," Tom said. "Maybe later."

"Okay." Jeannie grinned at her Dad. She took Kirsty's hand and the two girls ran off towards the water.

"Hey, your dad is kinda hunky," Kirsty said, giggling.

"Yeah, impressive." Jeannie squinted at her friend. "Nice shlong, eh?"

"What I saw of it. I think Mom was sneaking a peek, too."

"Maybe they'll get together. We've done what we can. Come on, race you to the float and back!"

After their race to the diving-float and back, the two girls were breathing heavily as they walked back up the beach towards Tom and Helen.They were both pleased to see that their respective parents were going for a swim together as the girls returned.

"They look good together, Kirsty," Jeannie said as they watched Tom and Helen run into the water together. The adults didn't stay in the water long and were both smiling as they returned to the girls.

"Tom's coming to dinner with us," Helen said. Kirsty and Jeannie looked at each other, grinning.

"Have you a reservation?" Tom said.

"For three, at seven," Helen said

"I only have my office clothes here. Are you going formal, or casual?"

"Casual, definitely. That's what we brought." Helen looked slightly apologetic.

Tom Evensen nodded. "If you ladies will excuse me, I'll go home and change, then see you at Toni's at seven. Okay?"

"Sounds good. Kirsty, have you brought your mobile?" Helen said.

"In my bag, Mom."

"I'll ring Toni's and change the reservation. I doubt they'll be full on a Monday, but this way we'll be sure."

Tom nodded and got to his feet again, grabbing his carryall. "I'll see you ladies at seven. 'Bye for now."

"'Bye daddy," Jeannie said.

"See you later, Mr. Evensen."

"Until seven, Tom."

As Evensen moved away Helen's eyes followed him and Kirsty smiled to herself. Good, Mom's interested. Helen turned back to the girls and Kirsty gave her a smiling thumbs-up, before turning away to lie beside Jeannie as they watched their friends who had begun playing volleyball nearby again. Jimmy Perez waved to them to come and join in.

Kirsty stood and hauled Jeannnie to her feet. "You playing, Mom?"

"Not this time, sweetheart. I'll just watch."

When it came time to leave the three of them made their way back towards the car, cheerful and no longer self-conscious in their nudity. There was an open shower - communal - and they rinsed off the sand and salt, then stopped at the picnic area to don their clothes. Kirsty wriggled almost in distaste as she dressed and decided she would come again. She looked across at Helen, catching an expression on her face which she felt sure mirrored the one she had made herself.

"Enjoy yourself, Mom?" she said.

"Very much."

"Coming again?" She grinned.

"Yes, I think so. With or without you."

Kirsty laughed. "Both, most likely. I guess I'm the exhibitionist I thought I was."

Helen looked thoughtful for a moment. "No more than I am," she said slowly. "I think I enjoyed being ogled by those classmates of yours."

"You know Jimmy Perez?"

"Yes?"

"He said you were the tastiest older woman on the beach today." Kirsty laughed.

Helen snorted. "I'm flattered, I think."

"He meant it, Mom. Jimmy doesn't know how to tell a lie."

"In that case, I am flattered."

"While you're in a good mood, is it okay if I sleep over at Jeannie's tonight?" Kirsty gave her mom an appealing look.

"No problem, sweetheart. Anyway, you're legally an adult, so how do I stop you?"

"Yeah. But," said Kirsty.

"I know. Of course it's okay. When we leave Toni's, take our car. Tom and I are going for a drink after the meal."

"Great!" Stage two, maybe.

"You're pleased?" There was surprise in Helen's tone.

"Definitely, Mom. You've come back to life."

"Was I so bad, sweetheart?"

"A little, Mom."

"I'll be better in future, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that." Kirsty held her hand out. "Can I drive?"

The meal was good, the conversation light and it seemed no time at all until Tom and Helen were saying goodbye.

"See you, tomorrow, Mom," Kirsty grinned. "Have fun." She turned to Tom. "Look after my Mom, Mr. Evensen."

"That, I promise, Kirsty." He kissed her cheek and turned to Jeannie, hugging her. "See you later, munchkin."

"Maybe tomorrow, Dad, we might be in bed. I'm tired."

"Okay. See you whenever." He turned to Kirsty's mom. "Ready, Helen?"

"Yup."

"Let's go, then. 'Bye, girls."

Kirsty and Jeannie watched them go, waving as they left in Tom Evensen's Jaguar.

"Home?" said Jeannie.

"Yeah, I think so," Kirsty said. "Dunno if it's the sea air, but I'm bushed."

"Me, too," Jeannie said. "Let's go."

The girls were soon back at the Evensen house and found that they weren't quite as tired as they thought. Neither of them wanted to watch TV so they played Scrabble for a while, winning a game each.

"Do you think Jimmy and Billy are seeing Mary and Julie?" Jeannie said as they packed the Scrabble away.

"You mean, like going steady?" Kirsty said.

Jeannie nodded.

Kirsty made a face and shook her head. "Dunno. Maybe Billy thinks he's onto a sure thing with Mary."

Jeannie shook her head. "I don't think Mary's reputation is quite what it's made out to be. Look who talks about her. Trish de Vere, and Trish got dropped by Tony Jansen before he asked Mary out. Sally Gunn, Trish's friend. And Jack Ellis, who might have said he got Mary's cherry, but he was drunk at Trish's party at the time. If anyone asked Mary, she refused to answer. Trish was the first to call her 'Round-Heels', and have you seen Mary's face when Trish is around?"

Kirsty nodded thoughtfully. "I think you're right. Anyway, I like Mary. She's fun."

"Me, too," Jeannie said. She glanced over at the clock. "Just about bed time." She frowned.

"Problem?" Kirsty said.

"We usually lock up at night, but Dad's out with your mom, and I don't know whether to lock up or not."

Kirsty grinned. "You mean, like he might not come home at all?"

Jeannie flushed. "If he doesn't ..."

"It means he's probably with my Mom. Maybe they're in bed together." Kirsty laughed. "I'll ring home, see if they're there." She dialled, waiting a moment for an answer. "Hi, Mom, I didn't know if you were home." Kirsty listened, frowning. "Are you okay, Mom?" Whatever Helen said must have been reassuring, because Kirsty smiled. "Is Mr. Evensen there? ... No, I just wanted to know. Jeannie was wondering what time he'd be home. She didn't know whether to lock up or not, 'cos we're just off to bed." A grin spread slowly across Kirsty's face. "Mom, are you in bed together?"

Whatever Helen said made Kirsty laugh. "Have fun, Mom. See you in the morning." Jeannie signalled frantically. "Wait. Hang on a sec." She turned to Jeannie. "What?"




French Kissing for Girls - & Boys



They were in a cosy tangle of limbs in the rumpled bed next morning when the phone rang. Jeannie fumbled for the handset, juggling it as she almost dropped it, but finally got it to her ear. "Hello? ... Oh, hi, Helen. Is my Dad still alive? ... you're sure? ... yeah, she's here. Hang on a sec." Jeannie passed the phone to Kirsty. "It's your mom."

"Hi, Mom. Exhausted Mr. Evensen yet? ... wow, that sounds good ... you are? That's great. Jeannie and I want to go again, too ... no problem, Mom, I'll drive our car and you can take it when you leave ... okay, Mom, see you on the beach."

Kirsty passed the phone back to Jeannie, who managed to get it back on the rest at only the second try. "Mom and your Dad are going back to the nude beach today," said Kirsty with a grin, "so I said we'll take the car, because Mom needs it later and your Dad's at work again tomorrow."

"Great!" Jeannie leaned across and gave Kirsty a soft kiss. "Mister Right might be there. Come on, let's get showered, then eat." She giggled. "Food this time."

They were just getting breakfast when the phone rang again. "Hello," said Jeannie. "Yeah, she's here ... want a word? Hang on." Jeannie passed the phone to Kirsty, mouthing 'Jimmy Perez.'

"Hello?" said Kirsty. "No, we haven't made any plans yet ... that sounds good ... ten o'clock if we can make it. Okay, hang on 'til I ask her." Kirsty covered the mouthpiece and turned to Jeannie.

"What was that all about?" said Jeannie.

"Dover Point. Jimmy's going back with Billy and Mary. Julie apparently was only there because her boyfriend, Jack Coogan, couldn't make it and Mary wanted female company, she didn't want to be the only girl. Julie and Jack may be going, but Jimmy didn't know. He wanted to know if we'd like to go."

"With them?"

"Yeah. What do you think?"

"Just Jimmy and Billy, plus Mary, me and you? One girl too many," said Jeannie.

"Maybe not. Remember Jimmy's brother, Pete?"

"A year older, went off to UCLA? That Pete?"

"The very same. He's home for the summer. Jimmy says Pete would like to come, too, if we don't mind."

Jeannie brightened. "Why not, he's a nice guy."

Kirsty grinned. "Jimmy? Tell Pete we're fine with it. Mom's going again, too ... yeah, I've got her car, so I still need to check with Mom, but I don't think she'll mind, so pick us up at Jeannie's at ten ... okay, bye for now." She hung up and turned to Jeannie, grinning. "Three guys, three gals. Mary and Billy are apparently an item at the moment, so it's the Perez brothers and the might-be sisters."

Jeannie laughed. "Could be fun. I like Pete."

"And I like Jimmy. I'd better ring Mom, put her in the picture." Kirsty turned back to the phone. "Mom? ... Hi, it's me. Mom, Jeannie and I are going back to Dover Point today, but we're going with the gang. We're getting a ride, so I was going to leave our car here. Is that okay, or do you still want me to take it to Dover Point for you? ... okay, I'll leave it here. Bye for now." She turned to Jeannie, smiling.

"Kirsty?"

"Yeah?"

Jeannie giggled. "Remember what you said last night?"

"What?"

"French kissing for Girls?"

Kirsty laughed. "Yeah. Now add boys!"

Jeannie giggled again. "Kirsty, Jimmy and Pete are picking us up at ten, right?"

"Yep."

"Did Jimmy say anything about food or drink?"

"Yeah, he said to bring whatever we planned to eat and drink. That way everyone has what they want."

Jeannie pointed dramatically at the refrigerator. "Operation scoff starts here!"

They were ready and waiting when Jimmy and Pete rolled up in Pete's battered Ford, just after ten. In bikini tops and shorts again, with t-shirts in the bag, 'just in case', they locked up and went out to the car. Jimmy got out and made a flourish of opening the car door for Kirsty and Jeannie as they scrambled into the back, then resumed his seat beside Pete, who turned to the girls.

"Hey, thanks for letting me tag along."

"No big deal, Pete. Let's have fun," said Jeannie. She grinned at him. "You only wanted to come so you could see us naked, anyway."

Pete laughed. "Can you think of a better reason for a guy?" He sobered. "No, Jeannie, I just wanted to see you again, because you're good company with your clothes on, too."

"I can live with that," said Jeannie softly.

Kirsty pointed. "Go!"

It didn't take long before they were at Dover Point. There was a brief pause when they realised that the free admission was over, but Pete just dug in his pocket and said, "My treat," and they were in.

"Billy said he and Mary would be near where your mom and you were yesterday," said Jimmy as they stripped off their clothes. He paused, openly admiring Kirsty. "You look fabulous, Kirsty," he said quietly.

"You're not so bad yourself, Jimmy," Kirsty retorted. She glanced across at Jeannie, naked now, busy packing her clothing into the bag. Beside Jeannie, Pete couldn't keep his eyes off her. Kirsty nudged Jimmy. "Looks like Jeannie's made a conquest."

Glancing across to make sure he wouldn't be overheard, Jimmy leaned closer to Kirsty. "Pete wasn't all that bothered until he heard that Jeannie was going. I told him she didn't have a boyfriend. That is right, isn't it?"

"Yeah, neither of us do."

Jimmy coughed, flushing. "If it's okay with you, Kirsty, I'd kinda like you and me to be a couple, see how we get on."

Kirsty looked at him, then smiled. "I'd like that, Jimmy," she said softly.

"It's not just because everyone else seems to be pairing up," he said hurriedly. "I want to. Be with you, I mean. Maybe go off on our own sometime, catch a movie or something."

"Or something." Kirsty giggled.

"What?" said Jimmy.

"It's not usual for a guy to get a girl out of her clothes on a first date."

Jimmy grinned. "I guess not, but it sure is good!" He sobered. "Kirsty, you were the loveliest creature on the beach yesterday, and you are again today." He took Kirsty's hand, nodding towards where Pete and Jeannie were disappearing towards the beach, also hand in hand. "Shall we follow big brother?"

"Not if we want to be where Mom and I were yesterday, it's the other way."

Jimmy whistled and Pete turned. Jimmy pointed and Pete changed direction, talking animatedly to Jeannie.

Billy and Mary had staked a claim to the spot and welcomed them, and the six youngsters settled themselves to enjoying the sun, the sea, and the fresh outdoor air. Around noon, Kirsty's mom and Jeannie's dad turned up and joined them. This time they managed a four-a-side volleyball game for a while until everyone decided it was time for something to eat. Helen took Kirsty to one side.

"Sweetheart, Tom's staying with me again tonight. Are you okay with that?" she asked, concern on her face.

"Mom, I'm fine. So's Jeannie. I'll stay with Jeannie again tonight and then you don't need to worry about us."

"Not worried, baby. Embarrassed, perhaps, if I make as much noise as I did last night."

"Do I take it the parents had a good time?"

Helen glanced round. "Fucking wonderful," she said with a grin.

Kirsty squeezed her hand. "Good," she said.

"Tom has to be at work again tomorrow. We're stopping off later to collect some clothes for him. I'll collect the car, too, so don't worry when you see it gone."

"That's fine, Mom. Is it okay if we ask Jimmy and Pete back for a pizza or something?"

"Kirsty, honey, you're an adult. I can't stop you. Jimmy and you, is that it?"

"Yeah, he's sort of asked me to go steady, at least for now."

"And?"

"I said yes. I like him, Mom, he's kind and funny and gentle." Kirsty grinned. "And good-looking."

"I like him, too, you make a good couple. Just be careful, baby. At least I know you're on the pill, so that's one conventional anxiety I don't need to face."

Kirsty laughed. "Steady, Mom. Don't go so fast."

Helen smiled gently at her daughter. "Sweetheart, I'll tell you something private and personal, but for your ears only, okay? Your Dad and I fucked on our first date, and virtually every day after that, unless I had my period, until he was killed. Your grandma told me something similar about her and Gramps. The women in this family love hard, so be prepared."

Kirsty stared at her mother. "Wow," she said softly.

"Wow's a good word. Here's Jimmy."

"Hi, Mrs. Anderson."

"Hi, Jimmy. Call me Helen, and thanks for the compliment yesterday."

Jimmy flushed. "You told her."

"Of course I did, it was sweet," said Kirsty.

"And very flattering," said Helen.

Jimmy allowed himself to look at her. "It's true, you're the best-looking older woman on the beach." He grinned. "And Kirsty takes after you."

"You saying I'm looking older, buster?" said Kirsty in mock aggression, then she and Helen burst out laughing at the look of horror on Jimmy's face.

"It's okay, I'm teasing. Come on, let's have a swim," said Kirsty, taking Jimmy's hand.

They swam for a while and Jimmy led her away from the others. They came back to the beach almost half a mile away from where the others were. Jimmy took Kirsty's hand as they waded from the surf, squeezing her fingers gently. They walked along the tide line, silent, but Kirsty felt good, because it was a comfortable silence. She glanced across at Jimmy just as he looked at her and she smiled. He gestured towards a little clearing in the pines, about twenty yards from where a family party was playing. "Sit there for a little while?" he said.

"Why not?"

They sat for a while in silence, holding hands. Jimmy seemed on the point of saying something several times, but hesitated.

"What?" said Kirsty finally.

Jimmy flushed and looked away for a moment, then turned back to her. "I've been trying to get up the nerve to kiss you."

"Why didn't you?" Kirsty asked, her voice gentle.

Jimmy shrugged. "Too many people around, and your mom's there, and ..."

Kirsty took his face between her hands, remembering the night before and fighting the giggle which she knew would ruin the moment. "Jimmy," she said, "shut up and kiss me."

The kiss was hesitant at first as they learned each other's taste, but it warmed into a fire that took them both, Jimmy's tongue moving hesitantly towards Kirsty's and her eager acceptance of it, tasting, duelling, the moment taking each of them. Kirsty felt Jimmy's hands warm on her, on her back, her hips, stroking, caressing. Shuddering, Kirsty broke the kiss, looking into the fascinated eyes of a naked girl about three years old who was watching them through huge eyes, from five yards away.

Jimmy opened his mouth to speak but Kirsty put her finger on his lips. "Not here, not now. When we're alone somewhere, Jimmy. I promise. I want to kiss you like that again and see where it takes us."

"I'll hold you to that, Kirsty, just as soon as we can be alone together somewhere." Jimmy glanced down and flushed. "I have a more immediate problem. I guess you got me too excited."

Kirsty looked down and a flash of pure desire rocketed through her. Jimmy's prick was almost fully hard and she swallowed the lump in her throat that had sprung into existence when she thought of Jimmy's hardness penetrating her. "Beautiful," she breathed. She giggled. "Very nice, Jimmy, but like I said, not here, not now." She squeezed his hand. "Tell me what you have planned for college, and think icy thoughts."

"I'm not sure that would work," said Jimmy. He glanced over but the little girl had lost interest and was picking sea shells out of the sand. "Is anybody looking our way?" he asked.

Kirsty glanced around. "Not at the moment."

"It's thirty yards to the water, maybe the sea will cool me down. Race you?"

Kirsty leapt to her feet. "Go!"

It was a wild dash back to the water, hand in hand, the two youngsters throwing themselves into the water in long dives. Twenty yards out, they turned and swam back towards the others. As they came out of the water Kirsty glanced down, but Jimmy's prick had softened, although it was still a little erect.

"Ready to face everybody?" said Kirsty.

"As much as I ever will be," said Jimmy, taking her hand. "Let's go."

A little later, Kirsty got a chance for a quiet word with Jeannie, but before Kirsty could say anything Jeannie said, "What do you think about asking Pete and Jimmy back for a pizza or something?"

Kirsty stared at her, then laughed. "You're telepathic, Jeannie. I was just going to suggest that."

Jeannie glanced over her shoulder to make sure she couldn't be overheard. "You know I'm not a virgin, Kirsty. Well, I've been eyeing up that shlong of Pete's all day. If he makes a move, I'm a pushover. I want it so bad it's an ache."

Kirsty laughed. "So you want me out of the way?"

"No! Just don't come between us and the route to my bedroom!"

"Tell you what," said Kirsty. "We'll get the guys to drop us at the house before they go for the pizza, then we can make up the spare bed and get things ready to eat when they get back."

"Make up the spare bed? Kirsty, I daren't let Pete stay overnight. If Dad heard he'd have a fit."

"Jeannie, think about it. If you and Pete are in your bed, where am I?"

"You mean, you and Jimmy might, um, er, ... "

"Fuck?"

Jeannie shrugged. "Make out, at least."

"I dunno, Jeannie, but my pussy has been tingling all day, especially after he kissed me. Maybe I'll be a pushover, too."

"You like Jimmy, don't you?"

"Yeah," said Kirsty, "I like him a lot." And he's got a lovely prick.

"Kirsty," said Jeannie seriously, "I heard about some of the girls fucking just to get rid of their cherries. I lost mine to someone I'm fond of, Joey, and I think if you did it with Jimmy, you'd both enjoy it. But hey, maybe I'm putting two and two together here and making six."

"No, I think it's four. Maybe, Jeannie, maybe. If the time's right and the feeling's good, just maybe."

Jeannie giggled. "In that case I'll make damn sure Pete and I are out of sight."

"Yeah, you do that."

"Do what?" said Jimmy as he and Pete came over. "We were wondering, how about getting a pizza or something?"

Jeannie and Kirsty looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" said a puzzled Jimmy.

"It's okay," said Kirsty, squeezing his fingers. "Jeannie and I were thinking just that very thing. We thought maybe you and Pete could drop us at Jeannie's before you go for the pizza, maybe give us a half-hour or so for a shower and a tidy-up, then we could spend the evening together at Jeannie's. How about it?"

"Sounds great to me," said Pete, smiling at Jeannie, who blushed a little as she smiled back at him.

"And me," said Jimmy. "What about Billy and Mary?" he said, nodding towards the other couple who were just coming back from a swim, hand in hand.

Kirsty gave a quick glance at Jeannie, who nodded. "They're welcome too, if they want to come."

Helen and Tom had been for a swim, too, and Helen came over and drew Kirsty to one side. "We're off now, honey. Do you need anything? From home I mean. We have to pass our house to get to Tom's, so if you want anything I can pick it up for you and leave it."

Kirsty made a face, thinking. "I don't know. My blue dress, maybe, my red shorts, and a couple of t-shirts. If I want anything else, tomorrow will do. Oh, some sexy underwear, too."

"Big seduction scene?" said Helen lightly.

Kirsty flushed slightly, and shrugged. "I don't know Mom, maybe, maybe not."

Helen took her daughter's hands in hers, bending forward to kiss her lightly. "Take care, honey, but enjoy yourself, whatever happens."

"I will, Mom. You too."

Helen grinned widely and wiggled her eyebrows. "I will."

Helen and Tom left shortly afterwards and the six youngsters played another game of volleyball, boys versus girls. Nobody was in the least bit interested in any score, they were just enjoying themselves. As Jimmy remarked later, as they were collecting their things together ready to leave, "the best thing about nude beach volleyball is watching the girls jiggle."

"Says you," retorted Jeannie. "You guys did a bit of jiggling, too, or maybe it was swinging, rather than jiggling."

"I don't know about the other guys," said Jimmy, "but I've been fighting a mental battle all day not to get a woodie on." He grinned. "If we'd been the only people on the beach, yeah, okay, but there were little kids, old ladies and all sorts here. I never realised naturism was so popular. I know why, now, it feels great to be naked, especially around such lovely ladies," he said, bowing to each of the girls in turn.

Kirsty grinned. "Flatterer." Her smile faded. "I guess we come over more naturally, here, like this. There's less opportunity for pretence. What you see is what you get." She looked round at the others, who were all showing signs of agreement, except Mary, who had a faraway look on her face. "You don't agree, Mary?"

"Oh, I do," said Mary. "I think you're dead right. No, I was just thinking how Miss High and Mighty de Vere would come over, or Molly Peterson." An expression of distaste flickered over Mary's face as she mentioned Trish de Vere.

"I think Molly might be embarrassed at first, because of her size, but I think she'd enjoy it. Trish? No way," said Jeannie.

"Well, Molly is the fattest girl in class, but she's nice, and she's friendly. I don't think I've ever heard her say an unkind word about anybody," said Kirsty.

"I have," said Mary, "when that cow de Vere called me 'round-heels'. Molly was the only one around who stuck up for me. You guys weren't there. When they'd gone, Molly told me not to worry, that the bitch would get her just desserts one day. I've never seen Molly so cold, ever."

"Sounds like Trish got on Molly's wrong side, too." Kirsty was thoughtful. "Has anyone else noticed how the bitch-queen's circle of courtiers seems to be getting smaller?"

"Yes," said Mary, in a tone of intense satisfaction.

"I was going to ask her out, once," said Pete, "until I looked into her eyes. There was nothing there, nothing that attracted me anyway. Superficially, she's a good-looking girl, but no, not for me."

"Good," said Jeannie. "You can make do with me instead."

"That will be a pleasure, Jeannie," said Pete, laughing.

"Kirsty?" said Mary. "Billy says you guys are organizing a pizza or something, and that we're invited. Is that right?"

"Yeah, if you want to come along. We're going to send the guys away for a half-hour or forty minutes while we grab a shower, maybe put on a little makeup, then just enjoy the evening. Probably in couples," she added with a wink.

"We'd love to. Billy's all for it. I guess I am, too."

"Okay, then, let's go."

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up outside Jeannie's house. The girls got out and Billy transferred from his own jalopy into Pete's car. Jimmy waved the girls across. "Do you want any beer? If we get a six-pack, that's one each. Enough to enjoy, but not enough for anyone to get anywhere near drunk."

"Just the one will be great. We'll have a shower and get things ready. Don't come back until seven, okay? It's six-twenty now."

"Seven it is." Jimmy reached up and pulled Kirsty's head down, kissing her lightly. "Miss me," he said.

"I will," she promised, "as soon as you go! So, go."

The three girls headed into the house. "Shower first," said Jeannie. "There's a shower in the guest bathroom, if you want, Mary, but Dad's is big enough to take all three of us at once."

Mary grinned. "Okay, let's share. No point in being shy when we've been naked together all day. I absolutely must wash my hair, too."

The three girls huddled into Tom Evensen's big shower, squealing as the initially cold water hit them, then shampooing each other's hair, washing each other's back, tickling, squeezing. Eventually, each of them bundled in a terry cloth robe, they trooped down to the kitchen.

"What are you guys wearing tonight?" said Mary as they began preparing some salad stuff to go with the pizza. "I only have what I'm wearing, shorts and a t-shirt."