0 comments/ 24845 views/ 1 favorites Clare Ch. 01 By: frog3 Brian looked from the stairway that he was standing on towards the door and wondered to himself, just what is she doing here? The girl that had been in his dreams for the last five years was looking in from the doorway. A little hesitantly she looked around the room, past the person who had opened the door, and her face lit up when her eyes fell on him. She said something to the man with his hand still on the door. He turned toward Brian, opening the door further, leading her in that direction. The rest of the men in the foyer, kitchen, and living room who could see the doorway looked or began to walk towards the beautiful woman. To Brian standing a little above the crowd on the stairway, it looked a lot like Koi drawn to the food sprinkled in their pool of calm water, a single focus of a mass movement. “Hi Brian.” Clare said in her clear feminine voice. “How have you been?” Her smile almost made his knees buckle. Clare had been two years ahead of him in high school, he had been in love since the first time he had seen her. As a freshmen Brian had joined the swim team. He was in the pool when the varsity team had just come out of a meeting. She was one of the last to leave and Brian thought he had died and gone to heaven. She was the stuff wet dreams were made of for anyone raised on Charlie’s Angels, with a groundwork laid by Marilyn Monroe. Blonde hair, blue eyes, smooth skin, high forehead and cheekbones, near perfect teeth, and a body that seemed to prove that swimming did have visible side effects, sculptured perfection. That first year Clare’s friends all picked up on the fact that he was an awe struck freshman and teased her, and him, relentlessly. Clare had always been polite to him and even humored him a bit with her own light teasing sometime. The following year it was already a given that he was a helpless love-puppy and things actually got easier for Brian. It didn’t hurt that he was becoming a very good swimmer and ended up in varsity before the year was over. To Clare competitive swimming, on the other hand, was obviously not going to be in her future. Toward the end of Clare’s senior year she began the body development that would soon turn her into a world class beauty. Having her breasts grow even larger than the nice sized pears she had her junior year did not add to her ability to move through the water. ‘God make me a water molecule!’ was a thought that Brian and most of his buddies had at one time or another when watching her swim laps that year. ‘Just anything to rub along the length of that body!’ And now, three years later, he finds himself standing on the next to last step of the stairway in his parents house, starring into those beautiful blue eyes. ...oh, I should be answering! he realized suddenly. “I..I..I’m just fine,” he managed to blurt out. Great, now she’ll think I’ve developed a stutter, or am just a complete idiot. Surprising Brian, she reached up, and he automatically took her hand and stepped down a step while helping her up one. She leaned in close to him and he leaned toward her. “Can we go somewhere a little more private for a second?” she whispered to him. She glanced back at all the men who had suddenly filled the small entryway. “Of course.” Brian thought her voice sounded a little husky and he looked around himself, surprised, yet somehow proud and happy at the same time. Nearly everyone at the party had managed to show their head and give him the What’s Up? look. Having the only woman in the house walk directly to you was ego stoking anyway, having Clare do it was....almost frightening. “Come on upstairs,” he turned and automatically reached for her hand again, just as he normally did with his girlfriend. She grasped it and stayed right at his side, as if they had been a couple for years. Brain’s mind was racing with questions, and his head filled with blood, he could feel the heat in his cheeks and on his neck. Oh yeah! He just remembered. Coach Dawson had said there would be a surprise. Was Clare it? He had invited the coach to the party and the invitation had been returned with a ‘sorry I can’t make it’ note, due to other previous plans. Scribbled at the bottom was line saying he might send along a surprise though. Brian had forgotten about it until now. “So what’s going on with you Clare?” Brian inquired as they reached the hallway at the top of the stairs. “I’m in town visiting my mom and sister for a couple of weeks. My mom and I were at the grocery store last week and I saw Coach Dawson. He told me there was going to be a party for the old swim team and so...” she trailed off, giving him a questioning look. “Oh,” Brian began to smile, now it’s making sense. “He was right, there is a swim team party... the boys swim team- from my senior year, we won all state that year!” he finished proudly. “Oh! Yeah, I heard that. Congratulations! I also heard you made team captain that year,” she was looking right into his eyes with a brilliant smile. Now Brian knew he was red in the face. It was just so unreal. Standing here in his parents house talking to Clare! “Ahh, thanks.” “Well, as much as I’d like to stay, that was some welcoming group you had down there, I don’t think it would be right for me to crash your boys-only event. If I could use a phone for a moment, my sister and her husband had invited me for dinner and I think I just have time to catch them. Is there one I can use privately?” she asked. Brian couldn’t help but feel disappointment at hearing this, but understood what she met. “Sure, you can use the one in my folks room, it’s right down this way.” he said turning and walking down the hall. Clare followed him through the doorway into a spacious bedroom with a king-sized bed in the middle. “The phone is on the table next to the right side of the bed. Go ahead and talk as long as you need, it’s on a separate line from the downstairs phones and you won’t be bothered.” Brian advised. “Thanks Bri, I won’t be a moment. Could just wait for me a sec? I’m going to leave, but I’d like to catch up a bit before I jet off for dinner. I promise not to take you away from your party for too long.” she said as she maneuvered around to the right side of the bed. Brian stood in the hallway outside his parents bedroom with his head swimming. Just seeing Clare had always got his pulse going, but having her here in his childhood home and being away from everyone else, just the two of them, wow! Even his ears were feeling hot. God! I must look the idiot! he was thinking. “OK BRI!” he heard her call from the bedroom. As Brian walked back in Clare was just coming around the side of the bed and her eyes locked on his. “So Bri, how has the last couple of years been treating you? I mean what sort of things have you gotten interested in and what are you doing with yourself, I can see your physical self is OK, you sure did fill out just fine.” With that she gave him one of her dazzling smiles, and touched his biceps, trailing her hand lightly across the front of his shirt as she brought it back to her side. Brian had always liked the directness of Clare’s look, but it still made his pulse race and made havoc with his thought processes. “I-I-I, that is, we-we, well, we,” he managed to get out. Clare smiled knowingly at Brian, placing her hands on his shoulders and still looking right into his eyes. “You’ve always been so sweet. When I think of the times I have spent with some men.” she slightly rolled her eyes. “I’ve kissed more than my share of frogs in the last few years. Hmmm...” She looked away as if thinking to herself. She turned and walked away to the door. As she closed it she stated, more than asked, “You have a few minutes don’t you?” Confused, nervous, but smiling, Brian said “Ahh...well, sure.” “Good!” Clare said dropping to her knees right in front of Brian. “When I think of all the things I have done for unappreciative men over the years, and then all the nice things you did for me in the past without hardly a thank you. And right now, after walking through that group downstairs...” she seemed to be talking to herself as she reached up and began unbuckling Brian’s pants. “It just doesn’t seem fair, and a girl always likes to be appreciated.” She looked up at him with a bawdy grin as she unzipped and then pulled down his pants. Brian stood stunned looking down at Clare as she worked on his clothing. What the....? His pants ran down his legs to the floor. “I want to do something for you Brian... in appreciation for how nice you have always been to me. Unless you don’t think I should.” Clare gave him a hurt, pleading little girl look as she rubbed his now hardening cock through his boxers. “It seems only right, since I crashed your party and took you away from your friends.” She raised her eyebrows in question, a pleading look still on her face as she reached into the fly of his shorts. Brian said nothing, staring in shock at the vision of beauty at his waist. “Ohhh, you have a nice one,” she said taking his hardening cock out and wrapping her hand around it, beginning to tug in a gentle motion. All her attention was now on the member in front of her face. “Looks good enough to eat!” She smiled up at him as she opened her mouth and engulfed his now hard-as-a-rock penis 3/4 of the way down its length. Brian looked away for a moment and exhaled deeply. “Whooooa!” is all he could get out. He quickly looked back down at the woman he had admired for so long. Clare smiled at his reaction and began to work in earnest on giving him one of her world-class blow jobs. In less than a minute Brian came back to his senses enough to warn the beauty kneeling at his feet. “I..I..I”m going to come!” “Oh, Yes!” said Clare taking her mouth off him and jacking him wildly in front of her face. “Do it baby, Do It!” Brian’s eyes closed for a second and all he could see was white. His hips were jerking on their own, not a conscious movement made by him, he didn’t seem to be in the room. When he finally ‘came back’ and looked down, he saw a sight that would give him jerk-off material for the rest of his life. There was the girl he had always dreamed about being with before tonight, hand still on his cock, milking the last of his cum from him like a cow’s teat. Milking is the right term, because she was licking the end as each drop came out and obviously relishing it like chocolate cream. Her smile was wide, she was still only looking at his penis. Cum covered much of her beautiful face. A few thick ropes had hit her in the lip, going partially up her nose and continuing on up her high forehead to the hairline. A couple had splashed onto her cheeks, and due to her high cheekbones, was now starting to run down her cheeks to her jaw. He stared amazed as she began to wipe it off with one finger and eat it before any dropped off onto the carpet, each breath she took sperm going in and out of her nostril like a snotty nosed kid. As she looked off into nothing he heard her murmur, “all those men, so close...” and continued to clean her face and lick her fingers. Brian shuffled back slightly, felt the bed on the back of his calves, and sat down. This brought Clare back from her revere. Looking directly at Brian she leaned back, opening her legs giving him a great view of her light pink panty covered crotch. She locked her eyes on his as she scooped a trail of cum from the edge of her nose with a finger, pulled her panty crotch aside with the other hand, and put the finger inside of herself, whispering huskily “And some for kitty.” Brian’s brain whirled. What planet have I been taken too? he thought. Here is the most beautiful, exciting girl I have ever known, and she’s acting like the biggest fucking slut I can imagine. Even more than I can imagine. Just what is going on here? “Excuse me Brian.” Clare stated softly, as if she were just passing him by. “I’ve got to clean up a little.” she giggled lightly as she got to her feet. As soon as Clare closed the door to his parents connecting bathroom Brian got to his feet and pulled up his pants. Like all things Clare does, he noted mentally with a wry smile, she did a great job. Cleaned me up completely, not a drop left. He stood in the room nervously looking around, not sure what to say when she returned. After what seemed like forever, hearing the toilet flush twice, the door opened and she came back into the room looking as perfect as when she had arrived. You’d never know just minutes before she was on the floor eating my cum like a fucking slut. How do women do that? “Well Brian, I guess I’d better get going to my sisters.’ You have a party to continue with. I’d like to stay, but I don’t think it would be appropriate since I wasn’t even going to school there when you won all state. Visit with your friends and maybe we can catch up later on before I go back to LA.” “It would be OK for you to stay.” he hoped the pleading in his voice didn’t sound as bad as it seemed to him, “Most of us see each other pretty regularly anyway.” And how about explaining that incredible blowjob? he wondered. “No, my sister is waiting for me already. Maybe if the party goes a little late I could come back by after we eat? I can’t promise anything, but it could be fun.” Her eyes got that little far off look in them again. “Let’s go downstairs.” As they walked downstairs Brian noted a couple of men quickly leaning into other rooms and then back out, soon followed by more men from those rooms. His best friend, Jim, was at the bottom not quite staring at Clare, but not really looking anywhere else either. When he caught his eye for a second, curiosity was the only thing he saw. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he noticed Jim looked a little jealous too. If he only knew. Brian thought. As they walked to the door there were more than a couple of men who voiced the opinions, “You don’t have to leave yet! Hey, it’s still early! You didn’t even have a beer! Don’t go! We’ll be good!” this last one brought a couple of snickers from a few. “Hey, she didn’t realize that this a party for the boys swim team, coach didn’t tell her that. And she’s got dinner plans with her sister.” Brain said loud enough for everyone to hear. “You mean there’s more like her?” came a crack from the back. Everyone laughed. As they did Brian looked at Clare to see her reaction and was horrified to see a large, now drying, drop of cum on her neck slightly behind her ear. Glancing either way to see if anyone else noticed, he saw Jim looking him right in the eye, to her neck, and back. Oh Shit! “Well gentlemen!” Clare said loud enough to get their attention. “I told Brian I might be back if this goes a little later than my sisters dinner, but I can’t promise anything.” Shouts of “Bring her too! We’ll wait up!” and murmurs of, “Yeah, right. Typical chick bullshit, promises promises, maybe maybe,” greeted this announcement. At the open door Clare turned to Brian, kissed her finger and pressed it to his cheek. “See you later Bri. I’ll really try to make it later. Stay up for me?” She didn’t wait for an answer, just turned and strode quickly down the walk to the street. Clare Ch. 02 “OK, what went on up there?” Jim asked Brian as he handed him a large dark colored drink. “What do you mean?” Brian replied, gaining a moment to think. What should he tell his best friend? They had walked into the kitchen and now headed out into what his family had called ‘the library’ which was a small storage room his father had made into an office of sorts, private for the moment. “You know what I mean. You were up there for an awfully long time, long enough to do almost anything.” Jim put emphasis on the last word and gave him a sharp look. “What do you think we were doing? I haven’t seen Clare in two years. She was telling me a bit about her family and I was catching her up on what I’ve been doing.” “Yeah, right! And what was that stuff on her neck?” Jim said with a slight sneer. “Oh, come on! What do you think happened? After not seeing her for two years she took me upstairs and gave me a blowjob or something? Geeze, she went into the bathroom right before we came down, maybe she used some of my mom’s lotion, I don’t know!” Brian hoped he sounded convincing, it was so hard for him to believe it himself. It was beginning to seem like a dream anyway. “Yeah, well. It sure did look like cum didn’t it? God! It gave me a boner just looking at it and imagining her doing you... much less me! Well, one can hope, eh?” Jim laughed and lightly punched Brian. “Come on, we’ve got a party to get going!” The last thing Brian remembered was sitting down for a moment in his father’s favorite lounge chair. His guests had made sure he got plenty to drink after Clare left, and try as he might, he was unable to turn down enough drinks to keep him sober for her hoped return. So he had napped. No one was in the room with him when he awoke, but he could hear some rustling noises coming from the living room. From the foyer Brian was able to look across into the living room. The first thing he noted was that most of his guests must have left. There were less than a dozen of his swim team buddies he could see and didn’t hear any other movement in the nearby rooms, and the ones in this room were totally silent but for some shuffling and hands-in-pocket key-jangling. The second thing he noticed was what everyone else was focused on...Clare. His mom’s favorite chair was a high backed antique that had been re-upholstered to fit with the rest of the living room furniture. Clare was on her knees on the chair, facing the backrest. She had changed her clothes since he had seen her a few hours ago. She now wore a knee length denim skirt and white blouse. Being on her knees, the skirt had pulled tight across that wonderful ass and she was in the act of pulling it a little higher, looking over her shoulder at the crowd of young men when she caught his eye. Clare straightened up, bringing a groan from the group, turned around looking straight at Brian. “Excuse me gentlemen, I have just noticed our host has returned from the dying and I want to make sure before we continue that the man of the house is OK with this. There were calls of “If it’s not, we can go to my house.” and “If not, we’ll throw him outside.” met with agreeing chuckles and laughs. “Now men! Just give me a chance to talk. Stay right here.” Clare took Brian’s hand and led him back into the small room off the kitchen. When they were alone she turned to him, “Well Bri glad to see you could join us. I got here a little over half an hour ago.” Clare glanced at the clock on the desk. “It looked like things were starting to wind down when I first walked in. There were only a couple of men still here that I recognized from school. I met the rest as we all talked. They have been very friendly, and very polite.” She looked him directly in the eye as she said this and stressed ‘polite.’ “I know we haven’t seen each other for a couple of years, but as you know, there is a lot of growing up that we all go through as soon as we are out of high school. I spent some time in Lake Tahoe and then moved to LA, and have seen a lot more of the world since I saw you last. One of the ways that I have grown is to realize my abilities as a woman. I have found I have a lot of strength in that area. And I see myself in a perspective of time that is commonly known as maiden, mother, and crone. Are you familiar with this?” she asked looking directly at him. Oh geeze, those eyes! “Ahh, yea, I’ve heard of it.” Brian stammered. His mind reeled. What is going on? Why did I drink so much? “Well,” Clare smiled and took his hand, gently rubbing the back. “I am near the end of the maiden stage in my life. The stage when my body is one of the best assets I have, and will not be at this peak for the rest of my life. I’m not an ignorant woman.” She held a finger to his lips as he began to protest. “I don’t think you feel that way, I’m just trying to explain upstairs earlier,” she slightly blushed, “and what is going on now, in there.” She nodded her head towards the room they had left. “There is just something...that is exciting to me, when I see a man getting excited. I mean, when a man gets excited and I know it is because of me, it excites me too. A certain energy that is present, wild, primal, I don’t know... a power I have. And I know I won’t have it all my life. If I am to use this power, it is now. Some would say I am being objectified, but I guess I am using the men as objects too. If I am going to be exploited, I’ll exploit myself, at my choosing. Time, place, and peoples. Do you see what I’m trying to say Brian?” A look of pleading had come into her eyes. “Please don’t think bad of me.” “I...I don’t know what to say Clare.” The young man stood, hands in hers and stared deeply into her blue eyes. “You don’t need to say anything, silly!” she said smiling and lightening up the mood. She began to pull him towards the door to the other rooms. “Just enjoy yourself, and remember I’m having fun too. Maybe even more fun than you guys are!” she teased him. As she led him back into the living room she said to the waiting young men, “Well, gentlemen, where were we?” The men parted like the sea for Moses as she strode to the high backed chair. She turned to face everyone again. “For our host, let me explain where we were. We had been talking about the water polo team and I had just told them about my sophomore year when I was goalie. You know how you have to really have a good egg-beater kick?” She looked at Brian for acknowledgment. He nodded. “I had just told everyone how wonderful it was for a woman’s legs and that I got a lot of compliments on them that year. Jim here piped up and said it wasn’t bad for the butt either.” She turned and gave a bawdy look to Jim. Brian saw red go up the neck of his best friend and turn his ears pink. A slight bit of jealousy was felt, and then he realized Jim was as helpless as he in the face of Clares’ direct look, no matter what kind. Can’t blame him for that. “Someone else remarked that to really have a great ass a woman has to have a little more age on her than a high school sophomore,” Clare continued. “Another said I might be about the right age now. We were just seeing if that might be true when you walked in. Is that about right guys?” “You bet! Right on! Yes!” all positives were proclaimed at this point. “So lets see.” Clare turned her back to the men and climbed back onto the high backed chair, parting her legs as far as the skirt allowed, at the same time arching her back. Clare felt a surge of power go immediately all over her body, that seemed to linger in her breasts and center in her vagina. This is my element. She thought to herself. And not the first time, although that was fun too...hmm. Almost five years ago... She had been with her first ‘real’ boyfriend at the time, they had been taking the trolley to the newly remodeled Cannery Row area to walk through the new shops and have lunch together. It was a warm sunny day. Clare was wearing an extremely short light pink skirt, very much in fashion at the time. A man on the trolley approached the couple as they were getting on. “Hey pretty lady! You ever been in pictures?” he held up his camera. “I’m doing a shoot on the New San Francisco and you look like one of the best new things to hit this town.” Clare blushed, but shook her head no. “Well then, you ought to let me get some shots while we are riding together. I’m a professional, you never know who might see these in a magazine. You’ll have to sign a release.” She looked at her boyfriend, he shrugged as if saying it’s up to you. “OK, what do I have to do?” she said. “Just move where I tell you to and look natural, we can take care of the paperwork when you are ready to get off.” After a few pictures her boyfriend got bored and started looking at the passing buildings and people. Clare noticed an older man down the almost empty trolley who didn’t loose interest though. As she went through the motions that the photographer was asking her to do, she was aware of the man’s eyes on her the whole time, especially when she was asked to stand up on the bench for a couple of shots. There was really no way to get up on the bench without opening up her legs much more than the skirt she was wearing would allow without showing the older man at least her panties. She looked at her boyfriend, thinking maybe he could give her a hand. At that moment he was looking at a lady on the sidewalk they were passing. Well shit! If he can look, I can show! she thought as she reached up for handhold and spread her legs high enough to get up onto the bench seat. In doing so her entire crotch was uncovered for a moment and the eyes of the man at the other end of the bench bulged. So you like, huh? Clare felt a surge of power go through her, and another surge in her vagina. Wow! This is great! She began to move around with a little more show towards the man at the end of the bench, the photographer noted the change and said, “That’s it! You are really a natural at this. Good job!” Clare continued to slightly tease the older man with every move she could, until her boyfriend spoke up. “Hey Clare we are almost there.” “I’ll get off here too and you can sign the release.” the photographer offered. “Great!” said Clare. She noticed the older man getting off at the same time. He had stared at her almost the whole time since she first got up on the bench. As the photographer dug in his bag for forms he led them to a bench. “You can sit here and fill these out. It won’t take long, just name, address, phone. You’ll want to be notified if anyone ‘discovers’ you!” He handed her the forms and began to work with his camera, changing film. Clares’ boyfriend became interested and the two of them looked at the camera and into the case he was carrying as well. Clare sat down on the bench to fill out the form, her skirt rising far up her thighs. As she glanced around to see if she was showing something to someone she shouldn’t, she saw the man from the trolley about 15 feet away casually standing and looking right at her. Or her legs at least. Right where her thighs came together. She looked back at the form as if she didn’t notice and opened her legs, putting the form on her thigh and began to fill it out. She looked up through the hair that fell down hiding her face and saw the man had not moved an inch. He still stared right at her crotch. Oh yes! That feeling was back. I wonder what he sees? Am I wet? Clare was feeling so excited at the moment she didn’t think about what she was doing and ran a quick finger down between her legs and pressed it against her pantied crotch. God! I am soaked! All at once she remembered where she was, what she was doing, and looked up at the man. He was now gawking at her, and there was one other change. She noticed a large bulge in his crotch. I did that! she thought proudly. She quickly turned so her legs were sideways to the man and filled out the form. When she next looked up her boyfriend was right there with the photographer looking expectantly. “Here it is.” she held out the form. “Thanks for the opportunity. Let’s go now.” she turned to her boyfriend. Ah, but that was then, and this is now. Clare thought as she pushed her face against the back of the chair to balance, leaving both hands free to reach back for her skirt. I’ve learned many things in the last five years. Clare Ch. 03 BEST TO HAVE READ AT LEAST CLARE CH 1 FIRST Clare slowly slid her hands down her sides, over her hips and back to her thighs to hold the denim skirt tight on both thighs. Then she arched her back a little more as she looked back over her shoulder at her own ass, pushed up like she was ready to be mounted. With a slight smile, looking through the blonde hair spilling over her eyes, she began to slowly raise her hands back up her thighs, looking around at the group one by one. All of the men in the semicircle around the chair were silent, save for a bit a jingling in pockets as a few unconsciously cued up for a game of two ball pool. Clare's eyes swept the men crowded close, taking a glance at their crotches, noting the bulges, and turned the smile into the dazzle that clinched her as a world-class beauty. She had a strong looking physique, with the long smooth muscles of a swimmer. It made her legs seem a little longer and her breasts seem a little larger than on other women her height. As her knees sunk into the chair, her thighs were a little taught, giving them a more beautiful definition as they were revealed, more and more. When her panties were first exposed Brian noticed that she had changed these too, now she was wearing a pair of white bikini style, sheer except in the front panel where they barely covered her sex. In fact, Brian now noticed that right in the middle of the panel there was a growing thin line of moisture on the slightly indented area where the entrance to her cunt would be. He wasn't the only person to notice. Peter Ham, the butterfly man, they called him on the swim team. Made all state his last two years in high school. Big, beefy for a swimmer, he had been on the wrestling team his freshman, sophomore, and junior years before settling in on the swim team,butterfly stroke and relay. Pete now moved into Clares' 'space' and ran his finger slowly up the back of her leg, along the beautiful thigh and stopped at the hem of her now raised skirt. He turned toward the group with a smile verging on a sneer. "Looks like we got ourselves a hot one here guys." Clare immediately sat up, sliding her skirt down, and turned around. Some of the men groaned in disappointment. She too had a smile on her face, this time with a slight sneer in it. "Well, it seems as if we've got a real man here. There is usually one in every group in whatever social setting you find yourself in." She was talking to the rest of the men, ignoring Peter even though he had not moved other than to take his hand back. "Testosterone is like any other drug on the planet, some can handle it and some can't." She looked at Peter saying these last words. "I'm sure you all know someone who can drink coffee all day and fall right asleep, whereas someone else will have a small cup in the morning and be up all night." She looked around as she was saying this and noticed nods of understanding coming from a couple of the men. She stood up, slightly bumping Peter as she did so. He took a step back. "Well there are some men who are like that with testosterone, only this hormone will make you aggressive, and violent." Looking at the rest of the men as she said that, she noticed that they had began to look at Peter. "Too often in the past these oddballs have been honored for their innn-ability to control themselves. She exaggerated the 'n' to bring out there was nothing vitreous about what she was saying. "A Mans man," "Just being boys," and "He really didn't mean to"! are all just excuses that are used to cover up this inability. I hope all you men here will enjoy life, what it has to offer, and not let a few oddballs make it worse for you." As she said this she looked each of them in the eye, a promise of rewards to come were dancing in hers. She then turned toward Peter and said, "So what is your name?" Peter suddenly felt himself being stared at by all his buddies, not exactly in a friendly manner. He took a step back. "Peter" he stuck his chin out slightly towards her as he did, making Clare think of a scared little kid. "Peter, do you think what I said is true?" Clare still smiled, now with just a bit of tease in it. "Have you known anyone like that?" As Brian looked on, the expression of 'put your pud in the mud' came to mind. You could see the change in Peter, and feel the change in the group. There wasn't a man there that didn't want to 'enjoy life, and see what it would have to offer" tonight! "Yeah, he knows one, it's him!" one of the other men said the last two words coming out between his teeth. He quickly stepped a little closer to Peter. "Hey, hey now." Clare said stepping in front of him and putting her hand on his chest. She had to look up at this one, he was well over six feet tall. "What is your name?" "Mike" he said almost reverently, looking in her eyes. "Hi Mike," Clare blazed him with a wide smile. "Don't let your chemical reactions get away with you either." She gave him a little up and under look, raising her eyebrows as if to say, OK? "Well, I've known Peter since third grade, and what you were just talking about has happened before," he said earnestly. "I'm sure it has," Clare said with a dour look at Peter. "But I don't think Peter is going to let it get away from him this time, and maybe not in the future now that he knows what to look for." She gave him a small smile. "And maybe you, and all of you," she looked around at the whole group, "could help Pete out, and any other testosterone challenged acquaintances of yours. But tonight, don't we just want to have a little fun?" A resounding "YES!" filled the room. Clare smiled again, and the men chuckled a bit as the tension seemed to leave. "So! you," she said looking at Pete, "no hard-guy stuff, OK? just take it a little easier. Like Mick said, You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you get what you need. And you," she said turning to Mike and giving him a smile, "have got to be careful with your own testosterone getting out of hand. But your coming to defend me was sweet. And sweetness should always be rewarded, I think." Saying that, Clare took the couple of steps between her and Mike and stood on tiptoes, kissing him with a peck on the lips. "Woooo!" the group howled. Clare had a slight color come into her cheeks. Making her look so beautifully innocent Brian thought, and then remembered earlier in the evening. I know she's anything but. Clare turned and getting back up on the chair asked, "Well, do you think I'm the right age for a great ass? We still haven't answered that question." As she said this she pulled her skirt right back to where it had been when Peter had stepped forward before. The wet spot had spread, but seemed to be drying a bit. "I sometimes think it's a bit too big," she pouted. "Oh no, not at all!" numerous voices reassured her. "But look how tight my panties get." she said innocently as she pulled them up into her crack and tight on her mound. The wet spot began to spread again. A lip of her cunt slipped out one side. She ran her hand along her hip and down her thigh as she looked at the men around her. When she got halfway down her thigh with her hand she began to run her finger up the inside until she reached her crotch and touched the lip that had come out of the gusset of her panties. "Oh!" she pretended surprise. "I think these panties may be too small." she tucked her lip back inside, and pulled the gusset over her cunt more fully. A group groan went through the men. "I guess I was right, huh guys? My butt is too big!" "NO! NO! It's not!" came from the men around her. "If anything, it's those panties that just have to go." Mike said deadpan, in a moment of quite. He was staring at Clare's legs and ass like a pilgrim at the birthplace of Christ. She smiled at Mike. "Hey you are right. Maybe I can make this a little better for us to tell if I'm up to snuff. Brian, can I talk to you for a moment?" Once again, to groans of the men, she straightened out her skirt and got down off the chair. "We'll be back in a moment gentleman, maybe someone could make some tea?" she asked in a teasing voice. She took Brian to bottom of the stairway (he would always refer to this stairway as 'The Stairway to Heaven' after tonight) and turned to him. "Bri, do you think your mother would mind me 'borrowing' a couple of her pieces of clothing tonight? I mean, I'm not going to take anything out of the house, and they aren't due for a week, right?" "No. I mean yes, of course you can. No, they won't be here for two weeks. But what do you think my mom would have that you would want to wear?" "You'd be surprised Brian, I'm sure. You know your parents didn't dry up as soon as you were born. If I remember right your mom was a good looking lady when you and I were in school together. She hasn't blimped out or anything since then has she? I'm sure I saw a fairly recent picture of her in the hall earlier." "No, she hasn't blimped out, but the stuff she wears is, you know, mom-like clothes I can't imagine anything I've seen on her that you would want to wear." "Ah! That's what I met, when I said you would be surprised. I just hope she hasn't taken all the good stuff with her on their vacation. Can I go look? Or maybe you want to go with me?" She looked at him in the most teasing way, totally innocent. "Maybe you should keep an eye on me to make sure I don't ruin some of your mom's clothes." "No, er, yeah!, er, I know you will be OK with the clothes, but, yeah....well Clare, I'm still half drunk, and this is all pretty confusing to me." "OK Brian, I'll be your designated driver for tonight." She took him by the arm and started to lead him upstairs. She shouted over her shoulder, "We'll be back in a couple minutes guys! Just a quick change! Don't go anywhere!" Shouts of, "Don't worry! Just hurry!" echoed back as they reached the hallway at the top. I'll never look at this room the same again. Brian thought as they came into his parents bedroom for the second time that night. "You just sit on the bed again Brian. Oh, that's right you weren't sitting on it last time were you?" Clare looked right in his eyes teasingly. "Well, you ended up on it anyway. Sit there for now and let me see what I might find. I'll bet with a classy lady like your mom there will be plenty to choose from even if she is on vacation. Vacations are to fill in your wardrobe that you brought, so it's necessary to leave something home!" She was now talking to herself as she began to look quickly through the drawers of what was obviously a woman's dresser. Clare was pulling out brightly colored panties and bras, matching a few up and tossing them on the bed next to Brian. Brian looked almost spooked at the clothing on the bed. Clare, noticing the look, smiled and said, "Surprised huh? I told you! You just see the outside of your mom. All the other men of the world do too, but they are trying to see the inside too. And for us ladies it is the layers between in and out that seem to make a slight difference between how much in and out we get. If you get my drift. You still with me Brian?" She looked at him directly and noticed he was looking at her in such a 'puppy dog' way that no matter what she said it would be taken for gospel truth. "I guess so. You don't seem to be tracking too well, did you have anything to eat tonight before you began drinking?" "Ah, yeah, but everyone just kept shoving drinks at me after you left and wanting to know what we did earlier up here. I wasn't telling so they kept them coming. I guess they got a little away from me. Maybe some coffee.." "Oh, that's so nice. You were protecting me!" Clare sat down next to Brian on the bed and took his hand, looking into his eyes. "Brian, you are such a sweetie. Some coffee would be good, yell downstairs while I finish looking around here and get them to put some on for you." She stood up and went to the walk in closet. Brian went down the hall to the top of the stairs and looked down. He saw a couple of the guys hanging around the bottom of the stairs, and someone was obviously in the kitchen area. "Hey! Can one of you guys get some coffee going too? It doesn't look like this is going to be an early night." He saw both men grin at each other before heading to the kitchen. Brian went back to his parents bedroom. As he walked in he saw Clare just reaching behind herself, undo the bra strap, pull it off and toss it on the bed. She half turned and was picking up a light blue bra when she noticed Brian staring in the doorway with his mouth open. She smiled as she turned toward him and said casually as if he saw her dressing every day, "So, are they getting some coffee going?" She laughed to herself as she noticed he still hadn't taken his eyes off her breasts. "Waaa?" was all that Brian was able to get out. Oh my God! They're perfect! They're perfect! Brian was thinking over and over. He shook himself and finally looked up into Clares smiling, knowing eyes. "Is someone making you some coffee?" Clare repeated, her eyes laughing. Brian obviously was gentleman enough to keep his eyes on a lady when talking to her, but just couldn't seem to keep them on her eyes, where a gentleman would. She stood for a moment longer letting him get in as much of a look as he wanted. Then she turned slightly as she put her arms through the light blue bra that she had picked up off the bed and asked, "Brian, would you do it up for me? It's much easier when I've got some help." She turned her back all the way toward him and held up her golden hair. Brian got a hold of himself for a moment, thinking I have been with so many women over the past three years, I can't believe how I am acting! I've got to get myself together around Clare! "OK, I can do it up, but I've got to tell you, I'm more practiced at undoing!" She grinned and thought to herself, I'll bet you are. As soon as Brian had fastened her bra, Clare bent down and removed her panties, and upon coming back to her standing position, grabbed the matching pair to her bra. She immediately put them on and while adjusting them comfortably said, "I can't just give you a one man show Bri." She winked at him, sat on the bed and taking a garter belt the same color as the bra and panties, wrapped it around her slim waist and fastened it. "As much as it would appeal to me to play with you on a one on one," she rolled one nylon stocking into a donut shape in order to get to the toe, put her right toe into it and pulled it slowly up her leg continued saying, "it wouldn't be right, or healthy, for any of us to back out on the agreements that were made downstairs, vocalized or not. We'll still have a lot of fun Bri, stay close to me, OK?" She went back to total concentration on getting the stockings on straight and fastened to the garter. She looked up at him when she was done, sitting up with a straight back, making her breasts seem to jut out further. Brian suddenly realized how vulnerable she really was, and was immediately honored that she would put so much trust in him, and saw a whole different depth to her. It just made him want her more. Wow! here I am falling even deeper in love with this girl I've fantasized with for years. Earlier she gave me the blowjob of the century, now she's just changed her clothes to go down with a room full of men and ...? and just what? "Hey Clare, just what do you plan to do down there?" he asked tentatively. He sat down on the bed. She had gone into the walk-in closet that was on the woman's side of the room and came out in an orange knit dress that clung to her thighs and showed off her slim waist. Her breasts looked incredible. Brian liked what he saw immediately. Well what would I expect? That she was going to look bad? Shit! She'd look good in a gunny sack. "Wow!" is all he said. "So you like eh?" Clare teased. She had grabbed a brush and was running it through her hair. She put it back down. Turned to him and like a little girl asking if she was OK to go to school said, "Think we're ready now?" "I guess so, but you never answered me, what are you going to do down there?" He tried to put a stern look on his face. He wondered how it looked and hoped she wouldn't laugh at him. "Oh, Bri, you still do care a lot, don't you? " She sat down next to him, tears came to her eyes, drying almost immediately as she said, "I'm not sure what's going to happen Brian. I didn't know what was going to happen when we came up here earlier either. Isn't that part of the fun sometimes, even most of the time? Not knowing what's going to happen? I know most men find me beautiful. I hope you understand I'm trying to state this as a fact, that if you would ask most men and point me out they would sign off on that one, that I am beautiful. That's the one thing I like to play with. Beautiful women just don't do the kind of stuff that we will be doing down there. At least very very few, and they usually charge incredible amounts of money, make their life off of it. That's what makes it exciting for me too, I know that. Almost all men appreciate that. I am a free spirit. Do I know what is going to happen down there? No. But I have a general idea of the way I want it to go, and with the right ground rules followed, we will all be satisfied." She looked into my eyes. What could I say? What did I do? Followed. Clare got up, pulled Brian to his feet and holding his hand, walked back out of the bedroom and toward the stairs. When they reached the top of the stairs and then began their descent, Brian became very aware of the effect the new bra and top were going to have on Clare. Her breasts began a much looser up and down motion as she descended the stairway. Not lost on the men below. Again, imitating fish, the men seemed to know that she had arrived, and by the time she was at the bottom, all the men were in the foyer, yet no one had called them in. It was almost silent. "Well. Hi Guys! We're back!" Clare clowned, waving. There were a lot of smiles, some chuckles. "Anyone make some tea? coffee? I could use a cup." Clare headed toward the kitchen. "That's OK," Mike said, "I've got you covered. Tea right? decaf herbal or earl gray? "Herbal would be wonderful," gushed Clare. "Do you use cream?" "No I don't, but thanks for asking. Almost no one offers in the States. "My grandma drank tea. She taught me. I'm a cream tea drinker." "Another sweet thing about you Michael." Mike usually didn't care for anyone to use his birth name, the only time it had been used around him when he was growing up was when they were angry for some reason. "Michael Roy Donahue!" was one of his mom's favorites. But the way Clare said it, it almost made his dick hard. "Can we bring these into the living room Brian?" Clare asked. "Sure, just take saucers too. And maybe some napkins in case of a spill." Brian answered. "Oh, that reminds me. Brian could I use a beach towel? or two? They'll need to be washed afterward." Everyone perked up at this and looked from Brian to Clare and back. It was obvious that Brian didn't know anymore than they did. "Sure Clare, just a sec." Brian left through a door that Clare had thought was the garage, but could have been a washroom. He came back less than a minute later. "Here you go, will these do?" "They are fine. Just something to wipe up everyone's spills!" As she said that she took her tea, towels and saucer into the living room. The men hesitated for a second, looked at each other with delighted grins and headed into the living room. Most of the men were already there, some already sporting hardons that Clare would have loved to pull out right there. If these guys knew the thoughts that went through my head....she took her tea to the side table by the chair she had been kneeling in earlier. She sat in it and pulled her tea and saucer onto the towels across her lap. "OK guys listen up!" she said sharply. Clare Ch. 04 Author's note: continued directly from Clare 3 * * * * * Clare looked over a Brian and winked. "Hey Bri, looks like everybody is a bit shy, maybe they are worried about mussing your mom's dress. Why don't you show them how it's done?" She shifted her butt slightly in his direction. Brian looked at the offered rump and slowly raised his hand and gently placed it on her left cheek, stroking slowly down her thigh. As he did so he realized his hand was shaking like a drunk without a drink. "Don't be too shy Bri, you can give me a squeeze too. I want to know if I'm too fat for you younger men." Clare looked at his hardening cock in his pants and then to his eyes, making eye contact, he was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. Clare felt another hand on the right side start the same slow slide down her thigh and turned that way to try to make eye contact with Mike, who was using the back of his hand to glide down her dress, and off onto her nylon covered legs. "Ah, Yesss! Now that feels great!" she exclaimed. Mike looked up and blushed. "Don't forget the inside of my legs too!" As Mike came to her knee he started back up on the inside of her thigh and when he encountered the hem just pushed it up with his forearm as he kept the back of his hand on the inside of her thigh, exposing the tops of the nylons and then the bare flesh and garter strap. By the time he had reached her crotch, everyone could see the light blue material covering her had a large wet spot spreading across the gusset. The garter straps were now fully exposed as they came down her legs, framing the swimmer's thighs and panty covered ass, she moved it back and forth lewdly. Two other men leaned in closer and ran their hands down the straps, their knuckles on Clare's bare flesh. "Yes! Yes! and Yes!" she giggled and shook visibly, slightly moving her hips in the unmistakable motion of fucking. She looked at the crotches of the men around her. "I can see you are enjoying this as much as me! Why don't you make yourselves more comfortable so I might get some visible enjoyment, like I said earlier, I generally know what men like, and I like it too. Unless you think my ass isn't a good one and want to stop now." She said this last sentence teasingly and smiled when answers of "No!" and "God No!" were shouted out as she saw the men around her go for belts and zippers. Clare turned around and sat on the sofa looking at all the muscular thighs and legs being exposed around her, underwear of different colors and styles showing one thing in common, a tent in front. My, isn't this a dream come true! she thought to herself. As she turned her head to the left she saw one man sitting on a chair just pulling off the second leg of his pants. He had no underwear. A large, uncircumcised cock jutted out from a nest of dark brown hair. "A man who is always hoping to get lucky." she observed to the group. "Or maybe he's just a good Boy Scout, either way, forethought shouldn't go unrewarded. Why don't you come over here?" as she gestured to him she turned slightly and moved forward on the sofa, her dress coming above her stocking tops again showing the garter straps, not quite her panties. Making no motion to pull it back down, she quickly and unconsciously ran her hand under her dress and swiped across the crotch, a move not missed by many of the men. He moved toward her, she raised the same hand from under her dress and took his cock between two fingers. Clare slowly stroked him and looked up and said, "Nice!" As Brian finished removing his pants he watched Clare and thought Geeze, she's like a conductor with an orchestra, getting all of us to do whatever she wants. So beautiful, seemingly innocent, and such a slut! Keeping her fingers on the cock, she leaned into his body and started pulling her top down with her free hand. As it came past her shoulder she let go for a second and pulled her arm free. Then she did the same with her light blue bra strap. Taking the cock back between her fingers she looked up at all the men crowding in again. "You know my last year on swim team was getting pretty tough. I just kept growing and growing and pretty soon these things," she pulled one of the bra cups down to show her entire breast, a few of the guys inhaled audibility, "got in the way of my strokes. Well, a girl can't just give up, so I learned to do some other strokes." At that moment she took the cock in her entire hand and pulled him to her exposed breast and ran the tip to her nipple as she stroked him. His eyes bulged as he took the half step forward to follow her lead. She looked down where the head was coming out of the foreskin with each stroke and making contact with her. After three strokes a bit of moisture appeared on the nipple. She looked up and going back to the two finger stroke, holding him away from her body said, "Got to slow down a bit and give someone else a chance. The getting there is usually more than half the fun anyway." Looking at the rest of the men again crowded close, she took her single exposed breast in her hand and pulled lightly on the nipple, taking her lower lip between her teeth. With a big sigh said "Well, it looks like I had better catch up some, I wouldn't want to have this nice dress ruined, Bri's mom would probably have more questions than he would want to answer." There were a couple of snickers at this remark and a general nodding agreement. "It didn't last too long, but I think most everyone likes to have something to unwrap, don't you guys think so?" A few positive sounding grunts were all that came from this. "Will you give me a hand?" As she said this, Clare turned around and with her free hand pulled her hair up to expose the zipper at the base of her neck. The two nearest men both went for it, and as one grabbed the tab the other helped pull the back away from her body and ran his knuckles along the exposed skin as her curves became more and more visible. Again, she visibly shuddered, small bumps appearing on the new exposure, and those who could see the front saw her nipple pucker hard and stand out. She moved her arm to allow the dress to fall to her hips and then stepped out as the men lowered it for her. One of the men ended up with it in his hand and looked helplessly for a moment until she took it and tossed it to Brian saying, "Here Bri, just drape it across the back of that upholstered chair for now, I'll hang it up properly later. Can you hand me one of those towels now? I'd hate to leave a wet spot on this sofa." Brian was amazed at how casually Clare could stand in just bra, with one breast still fully exposed, panties, garter and nylons in front of his friends, none of whom she had known before tonight, and as far as he knew, she still didn't even know their names. Handing her the towel his eyes fixated on the wobble of the breast out of the bra cup, nipple crinkled in hardness. "Thanks Brian," she said softly. "Glad you are enjoying this." He looked up to her eyes to see her eyes going from his tented underwear to his face. He blushed. Watching Clare turn around and spread the towel on the sofa he looked at her pantied ass, and saw that she was right, the moisture from her vagina had spread across most of the panties and would have most likely ended up making a spot. He thought he smelled female scent. "Goddamn!" someone groaned out loud as Clare turned and just plopped down on the towel, letting her breasts bobble lewdly as she sat in a very un-ladylike way, keeping her legs spread so all parts of her could be seen. "Well guys, looks like I'm sort of getting ahead of you again, why don't you all show me those great pecs that swimming brings while I get out of this restraint." She reached behind herself to undo the strap on the light bra. Arms and elbows and buttons were flying everywhere for a moment as shirts were unbuttoned and some didn't bother. In less than a minute everyone in the room was bare chested, including the only woman. All eyes were fixed on her breasts as she slowly looked around at the bulges and eyes of the men, sitting up straight and slightly shaking her shoulders to cause her breasts, now unrestrained but still standing up firmly, to move in a very nasty, lewd, just plain slutty way. Beautiful women just don't do the kind of stuff that we will be doing down there. At least very very few, and they usually charge incredible amounts of money, make their life off of it. Brian remembered Clare saying that upstairs less than an hour ago and now he was thinking that very thing. Probably every guy here thinking that too, those that can think at least. He noticed a small bead of sweat appearing on her upper lip and forehead. I'll bet that's not from heat, the way she's dressed. Or undressed. This is just so hard to believe! "OK guys, I think it is time for some real fun." Clare said in a much huskier voice than she had used previously. "You two were so nice to help me with the dress, come closer and let me help you both with the problem in your clothes." The two men stepped forward, tented boxers leading the way. Clare immediately reached inside both flies and pulled out the hard cocks, one in each hand and began to stroke slowly. She pulled her left hand closer and leaned down. The attached male thought she was going to take it in her mouth and stepped right up, only to have her spit on the shaft and look up at him with a lewd smile. She did the same to the cock in her right hand. Both men were so close now that as she stroked them their cockhead would bump into her breast. "Come and kneel on either side of me, put one foot on the floor and one on the sofa, dicks toward me." They immediately did as ordered. She then reached for each of them and stretching out her legs even more widely, ran their cock on either side under the garter strap of her nylons, then reached behind each of them to encourage a fucking motion. That caused their cocks to go back and forth on the bare flesh above the stockings, but under the straps, occasionally the head going over the stocking top and smearing precum along the folded top of the nylon. Clare looked down and then up at the men, eyes wide. "I love it!" she exclaimed. The remaining men had moved closer as she had been teasing the two that were now trapped in her leg straps, pumping away like twin oil rigs. She raised her arms and pulled down the underwear of the two men slightly behind her. Grasping their cocks she ran one, then the other, along her cheek and neck. "Oh, I just love the way a stiff cock feels," she gushed. By now a few of the men were stroking their own dicks, trying to figure out how they were going to get Clare to touch them. One approached her directly from behind. He gently lifted her hair, pulled it out behind her like he was going to brush it and then wrapped a handful around his cock and began to stroke. This caused him to mash into the back of her head on each stroke, when Clare felt this she lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Oh yeah, stroke all over me, in my hair, on my legs, my face, my arms, my breasts, my neck. Just stroke me with cocks, and spray me with cum, show me how I excite you!" Brian looked down at the luscious blonde wriggling on the sofa, her legs thrust out in front of her. Two men with their cocks hooked under her garter belt straps rubbing them in a humping motion on her thighs. Two men now on either side of her rubbing their dick along her neck and the side of her face, and one more with his cock wrapped in her golden blonde hair stroking it and bouncing it off the back of her head. Clare, excitement in her eyes, a flush all over her face and upper chest, nipples hard as pebbles with a noticeable wet spot leaking through her panties. Wow! This is the slut I saw when she was jacking my cock in her face upstairs! If this wasn't enough, two more men pulled her hands away from the cocks on her side and put them on their own cock they each had just exposed, holding her wrist in place as they sawed in and out of her cupped hand. The two who now found themselves standing on the couch on Clare's side just continued to rub her face and neck with their cocks, jacking themselves off and taking turns bouncing themselves off her nose and forehead. Dan standing opposite Brian now reached in between the men holding their own cocks, and felt Clare's left breast, rubbing and pulling on her nipple. Brian reached in and began to do the same with her right breast, amazed that she was allowing this to go on and not screaming and running out of the room. She didn't even look to see who it was feeling her tit. Brian thought. Incredible. Clare suddenly looked up and around at the men's faces the best she could with a cock slapping her occasionally across her eyes. "Hey Guys!" she announced, "Lets slow down a bit. We have plenty of night left, and I don't want to stop in just a minute, do you?" As she said this the men around her backed off slightly and seemed to take in a large breath, looking around themselves as if they had just arrived, surprised to find others in the same condition, hard cock in hand. The one exception was the guy with the handful of Clare's golden locks. As she helped unhook the two cocks from her garter belt, he continued to stroke himself and leaned into her head as she bent forward slightly. When she sat upright again it caused his cock to rub up the back of her head and end up in a tangle of hair on top. You could tell by the look on his face, Clare was receiving a cream rinse before the shampoo. She turned around as soon as she felt the wetness seeping through to her scalp. "Well that was a little earlier than I had hoped." she said unperterbed. "Looks like we'll have a single voyeur for the next round of fun." She casually reached up and ran her hand through the sperm that had been deposited in the mass of golden hair on her head. "At least it seems there isn't so much that I'll need to do anything about it right now," she said licking it off her hand. "You must have someone taking care of you regularly." She turned and smiled at the man still holding his wet penis, now drooping and dripping. "Here, let me help you with that." She took his penis in hand and leaned forward slightly, licking the drip off the end. Over the next three and a half hours Clare played the men in the room like an orchestra. She brought them all off eventually, some more than once. Her nylon covered legs ended up with cum running down to her ankles, which she kept from the carpet by placing another towel under her feet. She did keep her panties on, although they were so wet, from her as well as the men, by the time she was done they were easily seen through. No one got a full blowjob, although a number of the men got a lick and a kiss on the dick, at least until one "quick shooter" blasted into her eye while open. She had to hold things up while going into the bathroom to flush it out so she could see again. Of all of Clare's exploits over the years, this one stood out as the most wild, the most men, the most cum, the most fun. If there was one thing she regretted it was not doing this sort of thing more often when she was still a "maiden."