3 comments/ 66251 views/ 56 favorites Richard's Rules By: highclassic Richard's Rules - (Beach Weekend 1955) In his excellent series "The Proper Rules for Strip Poker" PaulSandarac mentions that some of the story participant's parents also played. Strip poker has been around for many years so THEIR parents may have played also, as seen in this story set in 1955. The 1950's weren't all 'Leave it to Beaver" or "Father Knows Best," although some may think things were a little tame by today's standards. In this chapter the girls learn about Richard's Rules and decide to put them to the test. They gather to decide his fate for the weekend, and a strip poker game gets things started. The action promises to heat up as the weekend progresses in succeeding chapters. Chapter 1 - Friday Richard Shepard and fraternity brothers Joel, Eddie and Frank, sat around a table in the Alpha Delta fraternity house. "Okay," Richard said "So I'll gas up the car and make sure it's ready for the trip. Joel, you check out the camping equipment from the P. E. department. Eddie and Frank, you are in charge of making sure we have food and coolers. If we run low on money we'll need something to keep us from starving before we get back. I'll maybe pick up a six-pack or two for camp, although I think we'll be spending most of our time checking out the bars. Let's meet tomorrow at about eleven. That will get you through that math quiz, won't it Frank?' "Yeah. Professor Walters knows everyone wants to leave, so he made sure to schedule a quiz tomorrow morning." "Typical for him. As soon as you can get here we'll leave. If you pack your stuff tonight I'll have it loaded in the trunk and you can just throw your books in your room and go. It's a shame he's like that, especially since this is the last weekend we will all be free before exams. Man, I need a break!" "Me too!" echoed Eddie. Frank looked up at the sunny sky. "The weather is great, too. Sometimes in early May it can get cold, but we hit it right this time. I read in the paper that at the beach it will be warm enough for swimming, but might get a little cool at night." Joel rubbed his hands together. "Cool evenings. Just right for snuggling up to a warm girl." Eddie playfully punched him on the shoulder and laughed "Man, that's all you think about!" "Can you think of anything better?" *** At five minutes to eleven on Friday morning the four gathered around Richard's red 1951 Oldsmobile convertible. Richard, standing about five-foot eight was of average build with short sandy hair. Frank was muscular and athletic, but short, standing only five-four, and sporting a crew cut in his brown hair. He was captain of the Western State University baseball team and played center field. Eddie was just shy of five-ten, built like a body builder, with bulging muscles and short blond hair neatly combed back and to the side. Joel, standing just shy of six feet, was of slender build and sported slicked back black hair with a single curl hanging down over his forehead. Within minutes the last cooler of food and the all-important beverages were loaded into the trunk along with the camping supplies loaded in the night before. Shortly they were on their way with the top down, ready to cruise, and confident that they would easily find a campground along the beach close to the bars and nightlife where they intended to spend most of their time. A quick stop for a lunch of hot dogs washed down with root beer in frosty mugs at an A & W stand made the final two hours to the beach seem to go by faster. In fact, they found most campgrounds near the beach were hesitant to take what they assumed to be a group of rowdy college students. Those campgrounds all tended to cater to families, and brushed the group off with "You know, we close the gates at ten. You boys will probably be more comfortable up the beach a ways." The group eventually found a spot about ten miles away from the place at the beach where they intended to spend the most time - a bustling strip with a boardwalk, bars, live music, miniature golf and, most importantly, girls. After hastily setting up the tent and organizing the rest of the equipment and food, there were still a few hours of daylight left and they changed into bathing trunks, grabbed a couple of beers each, and headed for the beach. Since it was yet spring the water was still cold, but it felt good to whoop it up and let off some steam. After drying off they tossed their towels into the car, pulled on polo shirts, slipped into loafers (no socks), stuffed wallets into the small pockets on their bathing trunks, and headed off to the bars to drink beer and check out the music scene, and just maybe some girls, too. The group picked up some more cold ones and strolled around. Joel, with his 'girl radar' soon spotted a group of girls heading for the parking lot to leave. The three others watched in amusement as he rushed over to try out one of his famous pickup lines, and laughed as he was obviously rebuffed. "Well, I tried." He shrugged as he returned to the group. "One of them let it slip that they're going to come back tonight, though. They're really cute. If I see them later I'll try again." Frank laughed "You need to change tactics, man. Those pickup lines don't work." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. They work sometimes." "Do like Richard does." "What? Those silly rules? No way. I want action. I don't want to play around." Richard shook his head. "Joel, respect will get you more than pickup lines will." "Maybe for you. I know the girls are all over you at school, but they know you there. You have a reputation. Here everyone has a clean slate. Tell you what. You do your 'respect' thing and I'll stick to my method. We'll see who scores." "It's not about scoring, man. Jeez. Make a connection. Let the girl lead you to what she is ready for and wants to do. You'll both enjoy it more." "It's all about what I want to do, and for me that is scoring." Richard slowly shook his head. As dusk settled they picked up some corn dogs, fries and more cold beer, which they consumed as they checked out the music scene at various bars. Music spilled out of the open doors of a number of the bars, and they discussed which bands they would like to go hear. Joel and Eddie liked the band playing that newest rock-and-roll stuff, Frank thought the band in another bar had a cute girl singer with a backup playing Les Paul tunes, and Richard wanted to dance to the music in another, so they decided to split up and keep an eye out for the others during the evening. If they didn't see each other before, they agreed to meet at the car at 10:00 to decide on a plan for the rest of the evening. After they split up, Richard went to the bar with the swinging band he wanted to hear. He knew he would have to drive back to the campsite, so only ordered a couple more beers before switching to soft drinks. During the set he danced with a girl named Betty who had long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, bangs cut just above her eyebrows, a cute turned-up nose and a flawless olive skin tone that looked natural rather than a tan. The bar floor had a thin layer of sand that had been tracked in from the beach, but that only made the turns and spins of the jitterbug easier. When the band announced a thirty minute break, Betty said she was meeting some friends. "But hey, maybe we'll see each other and dance again tomorrow." "I'd like that. You're a good dancer." Betty tossed him a smile over her shoulder, a smile bookended by the cutest dimples he had ever seen. He then went outside and found an area out of the bright lights with some picnic tables and sat by himself to cool off and relax and enjoy the salt air along with the sights and sounds of the beach scene at night. Between the buildings he could just glimpse the ocean. Laughter from the miniature golf course nearby mixed with laughter and various types of music from the bars. The cries of gulls diminished as they settled down for the night. In a few minutes a girl with striking long red hair sat down at the table next to his and bent over the table, resting her head on her arms. "Can I get you something? Do you feel all right?" She looked up. "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. We've been here most of the day. Thanks for asking." She didn't seem to be interested in talking anymore, so Richard turned and gazed out toward the beach beyond the bars again. Over the water he could just make out the moon rising. "Oh, God. There he is again." Richard looked back at the girl, and followed her gaze. Joel was trying again with the group of girls from this afternoon. He noted with interest that Betty was one of them. Richard sighed. "He'll never learn." "What? Do you know him? He's been pestering us all evening." "Joel isn't a bad guy, but sometimes after he's had a few beers he thinks he's God's gift to women. He's got dozens of pickup lines, most of which are rather laughable." "Even I know they are pretty lame. So, you two go to school together or something?" "We're fraternity brothers at Western State. Actually there are four of us here. This is the last weekend we are all free to get together before exams next month. Are you with those other girls?" "My sister and two others are in college. Our family owns a beach house nearby and Margaret wanted to use it this weekend with two friends. Mother wouldn't let her unless she took me, too. Well, I didn't want to spend the weekend with my sister and a bunch of girls I don't know, so she let me bring one of my friends. We're graduating from high school next month, so this weekend is sort of a double celebration for the two of us – a combination graduation and eighteenth birthday bash. By the way, I'm Lisa." "And I'm Richard. I'm sorry Joel has been pestering you. I'll go over and get him to leave you alone. I know he can be a pain." "Nah, my sister will take care of it. She won't take any crap off of a guy. She's been playing him like a fish. Soon she'll get tired of the game and give him the old heave-ho." She turned to size up Richard. "So you're a frat rat. My sister is in a sorority and tells some wild tales about the frat guys – the keg parties, the panty raids and all. Is that all true, or is she embellishing things for my benefit?" "I'm afraid a lot of it is true. A lot of brothers make perfect fools of themselves at the parties. I apologize in advance for their behavior." "What is a panty raid, anyway? When I ask Margaret she just rolls her eyes like I'm an idiot. I mean, I know what it sounds like, but I'm not sure that what I think about them really happens. Do guys just take them off of the girls? I wouldn't like that." "Well, Western State is mostly guys, but there is a small girl's college nearby. On occasion someone will yell 'panty raid!' and the next thing you know there is a stampede to the girl's school. The guys gather outside one of the dorms, hootin' and hollerin'. Girls lean out the windows and toss panties. It's really funny if you watch the guys; it reminds me of a school of fish in a feeding frenzy. Some girls write their names and phone numbers on the waistband of the garment they toss. Occasionally one or more guys will manage to get in the building and eventually get chased out wearing a pair of panties on their heads, or some other foolishness." Richard added with a chuckle "Some actually have a collection of panties from the panty raids." "So, how many do you have?" "How many what?" "Panties." Richard laughed outright. "None. Panty raids are definitely not my thing. I only tagged along and watched one once freshman year. It was hilarious." "That makes me feel a lot better about it. I was afraid guys would gang up on a girl and just you know...take them or something. Now tell me what really goes on at those keg parties. I want to know what to expect if I rush a sorority. I'm just not sure I should believe everything Margaret tells me. Sometimes I think she is just trying to scare me." "Well, the parties can be a lot of fun with dancing to live bands and you do get to meet a lot of people, most of them very nice, but there can be a lot of drinking, and then anything can happen. Some drunks have tried to see how many of them can cram into a phone booth or car, or some other crazy stunt. You might just as well be prepared for there to be some......well, sex. Sometimes people wake up the next morning in bed next to someone they don't even remember from the night before because they were so drunk." "Margaret implied that such things go on. I don't know if I am ready for that. I suppose you are going to tell me you don't do that either?" "Look, I don't see the point of getting so smashed you can't remember what happened. Why have sex like that? I know there are some guys who just try to get as many girls as possible to go to bed with them, and drunk girls are an easy mark for them. It's like they keep score, or add another notch on their belt and they brag about it." "But you don't do that?" "First of all, I think that whatever goes on between two people is just between them – it's nobody else's business, so I never tell what goes on between me and a girl. If the girl wants to tell her friends, she's free to do so, but I won't be the one to break her trust. Second, I will tell you this - I don't believe in just 'having sex'. I think any intimate experience should be based on intentional mutual pleasure rather than a mere mechanical act. I can't tell you how ticked off I get listening to guys brag, knowing the girl was totally forgotten. Sometimes they can't even remember her name. Third, I think that guys don't pay enough attention to what pleases the girl they're with. They are just interested in themselves. They don't realize that they don't even have to take their pants off to please a girl." "So you're different from the others? Is that what makes you so special?" "I'm not saying I'm special. I just have rules that I live by when it comes to dating." Lisa laughed "Dating rules. Now I've heard everything. Enlighten me about these so-called rules." "Well, I have two hard and fast rules. First is that words such as 'no', 'stop' and 'don't' mean exactly that. When one party utters any of those words whatever is going on ceases. Second is that nobody has to do anything they are not comfortable with. I don't believe in forcing or trying to sweet talk anyone into doing anything they don't want to do. There has to be trust between the two partners that nobody is going to get hurt. It makes for a more pleasurable experience all around, and lets the girl know that the guy is really interested in her pleasure, not just his own. If she's ready for sex and wants it why shouldn't it be pleasurable for her as well as the guy?" There was a moment of silence as Lisa nodded. "Margaret says, like you said, that girls do end up in bed at the frat house and tells me that sometimes they don't even remember having sex." "Yeah. Look, with all the drinking going on, keg parties are not the best places to have intimate experiences." "Oh? Where, then?" "Almost anywhere else," Richard laughed. "Even here?" Richard looked around. "Certainly, if that's what the couple wants." "Let me get this straight. You say it is possible to have intimate experiences anywhere, with a guy pleasing a girl while keeping his pants on, and stopping whenever she wants to stop?" "Well, yeah, that pretty much sums it up in a nutshell." "Prove it." "What?" "Mister Smarty, if what you say is true it should work right here, right now." "You? Me?" "I don't see anyone else around." "You are quite an unusual young lady." Lisa crossed her arms. "Okay. Quit stalling. Prove yourself or I'm going to go over and get my sister to come over here and knock your block off. I'm betting this is all an elaborate story, a snow job. Well, it's time to back up your words with action. Please me, like you say you can do – with your pants on." Richard drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he studied her and considered. Despite her young age and obvious inexperience there was something to be said about her audacity and sassiness. "Ordinarily in this situation I would invoke rule number two and say that such a thing would make me uncomfortable, and if your sister came over and belted me – oh, well. I've been hit before, although usually by later boyfriends who don't like their girl demanding they follow the Rules. But you aren't talking about actual sex so I might just do it to prove my point." He paused and studied her again to judge her seriousness. Her narrowed eyes and set jaw told him all he needed to know. "All right, if you're really serious. Given where we are, though, I think I will need something from my car." "Hah! I knew it. An excuse to run away. Coward." "Want to come with me to get it? I wouldn't want you to think I was skipping out on you." Lisa followed Richard to the car parked with the top still down. He reached into the back seat and retrieved a large beach towel, and motioned for her to return to the picnic table area. While they walked Richard sized her up some more, taken by how short she was – she barely came up to his shoulders. She wore a sleeveless shirt that was probably white or some other very light color and Bermuda shorts that appeared to be blue with a pale plaid pattern. It was hard to tell colors in the dim outdoor lighting. Her red hair was straight and hung below her shoulders. "Would you mind if we went over to that table over there?" He pointed toward the table farthest away from the crowds and the lights, one with dense shrubbery behind it. Lisa nodded agreement and they sat on the bench nearest the bushes, with the table between them and the others. "Okay, what's the towel for?" "A little privacy." He spread the large beach towel out on the table such that it draped off the side where they were to sit, reaching almost to the ground. "Now no one can see what is going on below the level of the table. Come sit with me. Sit facing the same way I do and just sort of lean back against me." He straddled the bench, and she did likewise, scooted back as far as she could against him and leaned back against his chest. "Like this?" "Yeah. Look, you don't have to do this. Rule number two." "Oh, no. You made some claims that I find hard to believe. I want to know what the real deal is with you." "Okay. Understand that you can stop me at any time, and your friends are not far away, so if you call out they can come right over here and, as you say, knock my block off. I hope that makes you feel safe." "Understood." "Close your eyes. Concentrate on what you feel." Richard leaned forward so his face was over her head, and wrapped his arms around her. "Do you know the first thing I noticed about you? Your hair. It kind of glowed in the light. Now I can tell that it's soft, too." Richard gently stroked her hair and her arms and continued to speak to her softly as he felt her body gradually relax. She sighed with pleasure when he caressed her face. Eventually, he reached down and caressed one knee and the exposed leg below her shorts, and her legs tensed, but the tension eased as he took his time, moving slowly and gently up her leg, pushing the leg of her shorts up as he went, as far as the shorts would move, all the time talking to her, whispering low in her ear. She shifted her leg position so the shorts could slide up a bit higher, about halfway up her leg above her knee. Richard took that as a 'go ahead' signal. His other hand moved from her hair and face to her lap and upward until he felt her navel, around which he traced circles through her shirt. From her navel, his hand massaged slowly upward until he reached the bottom of her bra, and stopped. He lifted the hand from her leg to resume caressing her face, and let his fingers play over her eyes, nose, and mouth. He softly kissed the top of her head, then the side of her head, her ear, cheek, and, finally her neck, which caused a little shiver to run through her. Richard's Rules Ch. 02 Spring, 1955. Richard has met some girls while on a spring beach trip, and they have invited him back to their house for the weekend, to be their 'love slave' and to test his Rules for intimate relationships. Doris, Margaret and Betty are sorority sisters while Lisa (Margaret's sister), and her friend Emily are soon-to-be-graduated high school seniors. One stipulation for his stay is that he wear nothing but a towel for the entire weekend. After an evening of strip poker and teasing with no relief for him and after spending the night with a scared virgin Richard finds out what the girls have in store for him for the day. This story can be read alone, but will make more sense if you read Chapter 1 first. ***** Richard's Rules Chapter 2 - Saturday Morning and Afternoon Richard awoke to sunlight streaming through the living room windows, the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and a whispered voice. "Emily. Emily, are you awake?" Lisa tiptoed over to the sofa and saw the two of them together; Emily's head nestled on Richard's shoulder, and one of his arms around her. The towel had come off during the night, and one of Emily's legs was wedged between Richard's legs. The whispered voice woke Emily with a start. "Emily! I waited up for you, I thought you would come up after you and Richard did... whatever. It looks like you had a better time than I thought you would the way you two are wrapped up together." Emily yawned and stretched; Richard held her behind her back to prevent her from falling off the sofa. She turned her face to his, and whispered softly in his ear, so Lisa wouldn't hear. "Did anything happen last night? I mean, with us." Richard understood that she didn't want Lisa to know, so gave his head an almost imperceptible shake from side to side. "Thanks." She kissed him, got up and went upstairs with Lisa to get dressed for the day. As they went up the stairs Richard heard Lisa's voice. "Wow, Emily. You've never done anything like that before. Tell me everything!" Richard guessed it must be around nine or nine-thirty from the amount of light coming in the window. All the activity of the previous evening had given him an appetite, so he headed to the kitchen to see what he could find to eat. He knew the two younger ones were up, but had no idea when the others would poke their heads out, and didn't feel like waiting to ask about meal protocols. Rummaging around in the refrigerator he found some eggs and bacon, and in the cabinet he found coffee and some Frosted Flakes. After donning an apron to protect himself against splatters, he put coffee on to perk, fried up some bacon and prepared some eggs to scramble. Lisa and Emily came in wearing their bathing suits, Lisa a bright blue two piece that showed a thin strip of skin around her middle, and Emily with a modest pink one piece. They were very pleased to find food under way, and shared with him who liked scrambled eggs and who liked fried eggs. As he was serving the two early risers, Margaret, clad only in panties, stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. "What? You cook, too? Marry me!" The two younger girls doubled over with laughter. By ten thirty everyone had eaten, the kitchen was cleaned up, and plans for the day hatched. All the girls except Doris were going to walk down to the beach and swim or sun until lunch. Margaret and Betty grabbed towels, sunglasses and suntan lotion, joined the two younger ones and they all trooped on down the street to the beach access together. Doris explained that with her fair skin she didn't go out in the sun much. "I much prefer indoor sports," she said with a knowing smile. Richard inquired about a razor, and Doris found one he could use, and also gave him a clean toothbrush. He had always heard that guys shouldn't use ladies razors, and soon found out that they were right. After he hacked off the stubble he had to cool his burning face with cold water. When he emerged from his ablutions he found Doris waiting on the sofa. She crooked her finger indicating for him to come over to her, and he obeyed the request with interest. When approached she arose to stand in front of him, all six-foot four of her. "Richard, I'm not going to pussy-foot around. If you're half as good as Lisa and Margaret say you are we should have a very good time. I've been impressed with how you've dealt with the younger girls. Let's see what you can do with a real woman." She began to unbutton her shirt, stopped, and with a nod of her head indicated for him to continue where she left off. He finished unbuttoning, pushed the shirt off her shoulders, reached around behind her to unfasten her bra and slid it off, and stepped back to admire what he had uncovered. While she seemed to appreciate the admiring glances she indicated that she didn't want him to stop there. He undid the fasteners on her shorts, slipped them over her hips, and pushed her underwear down also. He had never had to look up to a girl before; Doris was easily the tallest girl he had ever encountered, yet was well proportioned for her height, slim, with long shapely legs and a long elegant neck. As she stepped out of the pile of garments at her feet she tugged at the knot in his towel until it loosened and the towel fell away, and then indicated for him to follow her into the bedroom she shared with Betty. When they got next to her bed she turned around to face him again. Except for during the strip poker game the previous night he had never kissed a girl so much taller than himself, so found himself standing on tip-toes as she bent her head down toward his. He resisted the urge to go straight for what she was obviously offering him, but ran his fingers through her platinum hair, traced the features of her face and caressed her arms while they kissed. When they broke the kiss Doris stretched out on the unmade bed. Richard feasted his eyes for a moment on her milky skin and the pale white triangle where her legs met before he knelt on the bed beside her. She looked up at him in anticipation, and he surmised what would drive someone as assertive as she had shown herself to be wild. He bent over her, kissed her and let his fingers wander slowly down her sides and down the outside of the legs to her feet, which he massaged briefly. On the way back up his fingers traced a different path, up the insides of her thighs, through that wonderful pale blond tangle, up her abdomen, lightly over her breasts and back to her face. He could see the look of anticipation in her pale blue eyes, but he smiled at her, leaned over, and kissed her again. His kisses ranged wider over her face, ears and neck, then took the same path his fingers had earlier, but stopping at certain places to swirl his tongue over her beautiful skin. Alternating sides, he kissed down the outsides of her legs to her feet, then kissed and sucked on each toe before he started up the insides of her thighs, again alternating from one leg to the other. As he approached that pale triangle she moved her legs further apart and lifted her hips. He slowed his progress somewhat, and was pleased to see her already gripping the sheets in anticipation. With slow deliberation he kissed his way through the hair, using his tongue to give attention to some of the hidden secrets, and was rewarded with a gush of wetness, before he continued upward toward her navel, where he swirled his tongue some more, teasing the edges and probing into it. It seemed to him that her skin had become more sensitive, and her breathing quickened. Before he moved on he stole a quick glance toward her face and saw her eyes closed. He smiled and decided to take his time and really drive her crazy. As his kisses continued upward toward her breasts, his fingers lightly moved back down toward the pale blond triangle. His tongue traced around her nipples and his fingers explored, noting the touches that resulted in more gushes of wetness. His lips gradually returned to hers, and his free hand caressed a breast with his thumb gently playing over the nipple. It appeared her need was as great as his as she began to writhe about on the bed, and suddenly her hands reached out and pulled him over on top of her and she wrapped her long legs around him. Richard didn't see the point in torturing her, or himself, anymore, so he gave her what they both wanted and plunged into her. He had a lot of pent-up need for relief and hoped he could last long enough for her. The two of them thrashed around in a frenzy until, with a loud moan, Doris arched her back and squeezed him tightly with her legs and pulled him closer with her arms. He poured hot jets of his need into her but kept going until he felt pulses of strong contractions squeezing him as tight as if she had gripped him in her fist. They remained wrapped together, and Richard stroked her sweat-soaked platinum blond hair and kissed her softly. Doris sighed "All right, Richard. Margaret was right about you. You're not the first for me by a longshot, but you certainly are the best. Most guys just want to get their cock inside me as fast as possible to get what they can for themselves and leave me wanting more. I know I'm considered 'easy' or 'fast', and I am, but while sex always feels good to me I have always thought there must be more to it. This is the first time I've ever felt what it's really supposed to feel like. God, that was good!" Richard ran his hands over her creamy skin, reveling in the sensation of it. "It's always better with a willing partner. You're pretty incredible yourself, Doris. Your experience shows. I don't know if I've ever felt such passion." They nestled against each other and recovered in silence for long minutes until there was the sound of footsteps in the living room and Margaret's voice. "Richard. Oh, Richard! Your presence is required." He kissed Doris one more time and stumbled back out into the living room. "There you are, you naughty boy. I hope Doris is finished with you, because Betty requires your assistance in the shower." "Outside?" "That's generally where we wash the sand off and get dressed after swimming. Don't worry; no one will see you go out if you use the back door. We do it all the time." He grabbed his towel off the floor and headed for the back door. Outside the door he found a concrete sidewalk, hidden from the neighbor's view by shrubbery, leading from the back steps around the corner to the outdoor shower stall beside the house. The shower, about six feet square, consisted of wooden walls, about seven feet high, beneath a nine-foot roof, so there was a space between the walls and roof for air to circulate. The walls ended about six inches from the floor, to further enhance air circulation. There was a concrete floor and benches built in partway around the enclosure. The open doorway faced toward the side of the house, a wall with no windows. This arrangement was perfect for rinsing off sand upon returning from the beach, and for changing out of wet bathing suits. A stock of shampoo and soap sat on one of the benches. Richard found Betty washing the salt and sand out of her hair. "Here. Give me a hand, would you? I have soap in my eyes, and can't see what I'm doing." Richard handed her a towel to wipe soap out of her eyes. "You'd better take that towel off, Richard. You don't want to get your 'clothes' wet, do you?" He hung his towel up on a hook, turned and found her taking off her bathing suit. She rinsed it under the warm water, wrung it out and hung it on a hook next to his towel. "Now help me get the rest of this sand off. Don't you just hate it when sand gets into your bathing suit? You can use the bar of soap, but don't bother with a wash cloth. Just use your hands. You can feel the sand better that way, and I'll tell you when I think you've got it all off." Water streamed off the hair matted on her head, and little rivulets of shampoo lather ran from the hair on her shoulder, down her chest around her breasts, then down her abdomen, to disappear into the black forest, and back out again, down the insides of her thighs. The white soap on her black hair and olive complexion was a striking contrast; he couldn't help staring at it. "Well? Are you going to wash me or not?" "Sorry. I was just taken by your beautiful complexion." Betty laughed "Flattery will get you everywhere!" He smiled as he worked some lather in his hands and began at her neck, sliding his hands over her smooth skin, back and forth to get any sand stuck there. He worked his way down her back to her waist, and then up her sides. When he reached her shoulders, she raised her arms for him to reach around to her chest, and he was happy to oblige. As his hands worked over her breasts she moved her torso so he would reach just where she wanted him to. "Pay particular attention there. I'm sure I felt some grit when I took my suit off, and we want to get it all now, don't we?" When she stood under the running water the soap rinsed off her skin even as he applied it, but apparently the soap and sand was not the real focus of the activity. The 'sand' was apparently very difficult to dislodge, as she made him go over and around her breasts several times. He laughed as she had him rub 'sand' from around her nipples while she closed her eyes. Richard worked his hands, caressing every detail of her breasts before moving downward to the front of her waist. By then all the soap had washed off his hands again, so he worked up another handful of lather and started working from her lower back slowly down her backside and between her butt cheeks, then the backs of her thighs and legs. When he reached her feet she turned around to face him and handed him the soap again. "Make sure there isn't any down there. I'm sure you can find all the places it can hide." With his soapy hands he 'cleaned out' her navel, then willingly plunged into the black triangle, lathering it up like a shampoo, and ran his fingers into the soft folds of skin beneath, and finally down the front and insides of her thighs. "I think you missed some," she breathlessly instructed. She handed him the soap once more and thrust her hips out at him. On his knees he carefully and slowly worked on the labia with special attention to a surprise feature not visible the night before. Under stimulation her clitoris became engorged and protruded well out, about the length of the last joint in his little finger, and she moved to indicate where to touch it. Her breathing became ragged and rapid. "Sand is still there. Keep rubbing it off." He took his cues for how to work on the giant clitoris from her body movements. Finally, she grabbed him under his arms, pulled him upright, and smashed her lips to his. His hands continued to roam her body while she kissed him more urgently, before pulling him to her and into her. She held on to his neck, wrapped her legs around him and her hips writhed and thrust with increasing tempo until she let out a short cry and her nails dug into his back. His need for relief hadn't been totally satisfied yet so he continued thrusting after she stopped until he reached another gratifying release and held her tight. He sank down onto one of the benches and she perched on his lap with her legs still wrapped around his waist. "Geez, Richard. I never knew it could feel like that. You sure know how to touch a girl. That thing of mine has turned off more than one guy. They seem to think it is weird or scary or something." "It's always a pleasure to meet someone who knows what they want. I can't believe guys don't want to play with that. I could play with it all day, just to see you squirm. I love it!" Betty rinsed herself off one final time, turned off the water and indicated for him to dry her off. When dry she wrapped the towel around herself to go inside. Just as she was about to start down the sidewalk, she grabbed the door frame and leaned her head back in. "Come 'ere, lover boy." When he reached her she grabbed him around the neck and pulled him in for another kiss, then displayed her trademark dimples with a smile and a wink as she left. Richard found another towel hanging there that he used to dry off before wrapping his own towel around his waist and following her into the house. Margaret and the two younger girls were still in their bathing suits in the kitchen, but Doris, and soon Betty, emerged from their room wearing shorts and loose shirts. Over peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on Wonder Bread at the kitchen table the girls refined their plans for the afternoon. Lisa and Emily were going back to the beach for another sunning session, Betty and Doris were going to walk to some nearby beach shops, and Margaret was staying behind at the house. The girls scattered to their various destinations and quiet descended over the house. Richard thought he knew what was coming. He seriously didn't know if he could keep up this pace. "Well, Richard, it's just you and me now." Richard sighed. "What have you got on your mind?" "Don't sound so enthusiastic. I think I'd like you to help me clean up this place. Do you clean as well as cook? Yes?" While he wasn't thrilled with the prospect of cleaning, it would give him a chance to recharge before what he suspected would be a very busy afternoon and evening. Margaret went into her room, removed her bathing suit and came back out to the living room au natural. "I should have known" Richard groaned. "Well that makes me feel special." "I didn't mean it that way. You ladies are full of surprises." "I was serious last night. I like to clean without any clothes on, remember. I don't know why, but I just like the freedom." "Where do we start, and what do you want me to do?" "You can start by brushing this dry sand off me. I didn't go in the water and pretty much stayed out of the sun, so I don't have a lot on me and don't need to wash it off. It's loose and brushes off easily. Come here and try it." From his experience with Betty he thought he knew what she wanted him to do, so he ran his hands lightly over her skin, brushing off the visible loose sand. It really did come off easily since it hadn't been wet. "I'm sure you know the places you need to give special attention to." He carefully brushed over and under her breasts, making sure no sand, real or imagined, was left behind. He blew into her navel and then brushed away what came out. Confronted with her red bush, he decided to brush it side to side, and she spread her legs a little so he could easily access what was beneath. He surprised her by blowing on it. When she turned around he brushed her back, lightly between her cheeks, and down her legs to her feet. "Good job." "Is that all?" "Oh, I'm saving up for later. There will be lots more to do then. Don't you worry about that!" From a small closet she retrieved two brooms. "Start sweeping." She stopped sweeping when she caught him glancing at her backside and raised her eyebrows. "No slacking." "Hey, I'm just admiring the view. I never noticed before how shapely you are back there." "Yeah, right. Just keep sweeping. You can't get out of it with flattery." As they continued to sweep the sand off the floors and out the back door Richard had more of a chance to study her. When they were finished he leaned on his broom. "You do have a lot of freckles. I think they're quite attractive." Margaret laughed. "Oh, you do, do you? Most would think the opposite. I can't stay out in the sun long with this complexion or I get more of them. I envy Lisa - she can tan, but I just burn and get freckles. The curse of the redhead." She gathered the brooms and put them away. "Now you can help me stock the 'fridge, then we'll make my bed." From cases in the corner of the kitchen they gathered some beer and soda bottles and put them on the refrigerator shelves. Richard's Rules Ch. 02 Margaret's room was the only one with a double bed. The single window faced the neighbor's house, so she kept the shade down, which made the room rather dark, even during the sunny part of the day. "Let's rest for a moment before we continue." Margaret stretched out on the bed while Richard plopped down on a chair. Margaret patted the bed next to her, for him to join her. "Running out of gas? I expect Doris and Betty gave you a workout." "I really needed it after last night. I'm okay for now, but at this pace I'll be dead before daybreak. What a way to go, though!" "I'll make it easy for you now. I can't make any promises about tonight, though. I have dibs on you at beddy-bye time." "I can only imagine." "Maybe you can and maybe you can't. We'll see. For now, though, we need to muss this bed up a little more before we make it up." With that cue he rolled on his side, facing her, supporting himself on one elbow with his head resting on his hand. His free hand took her chin and turned her face so he could study it at different angles. "You really do have beautiful green eyes. I don't think you ever answered me last night, about your hair and eyes." She leaned her head closer to him, until their eyes were inches apart. "You were absolutely right. Dad is Irish with a mop of red hair and a temper to boot. He says that mother's green eyes were what drew him to her. She also has the skin that won't tan, like mine. I guess I did get something from each of them." After a moment she reached for his cheek. "I really am sorry about last night. There's still a little redness. I don't think I've ever hit anybody as hard as I hit you. I guess I really did inherit dad's temper." His hand went behind her head, gathered some of her glorious curly red hair and ran it through his fingers, then pulled her face in the last few inches for a kiss. When she leaned back onto the pillow his fingers moved to her face and traced every freckle he saw. "Close your eyes." When she did so he continued to trace the freckles he saw on the rest of her body. Her skin twitched every time his fingers moved to a new patch of them. They were everywhere on her upper body, on her face, arms, shoulders and chest. After he had touched them all he leaned over her and kissed them all, and he could sense her pulse increase. As he continued to kiss her freckles he let his hand move lightly over the rest of her body, brushing her breasts, abdomen, thighs, and the tangle of curly red hair. As her breath came faster his lips encircled her large nipples, and he played his tongue over them. Her legs parted and hips moved to indicate she wanted him to do more than brush over the curly red hair down there. "Do what you did last night at the beach," she whispered. From what he remembered about the previous night he moved his fingers right to the places that had given her the most pleasure, and her hips began to buck against his hand. Two fingers entered her while the heel of his hand rested on her mons and his thumb pressed on the hood of her clitoris. Her arms went around him and pulled his head up to kiss, then pushed it back down to her breasts as she writhed under his touch until he felt her tighten around his fingers and press one last time against his hand and a moan escaped her mouth. He moved for a final kiss, and she pulled his lips tightly to hers until her body relaxed. While he rested his arm across her abdomen he laid his head on her chest and she ran her fingers through his hair until her breathing returned to normal. The back screen door slammed, indicating the return of the two younger girls from the beach. In their reverie, Richard and Margaret hadn't even heard voices or the shower running outside. In a few minutes Lisa, back in street clothes, appeared in the doorway, hands on hips. "Sis! What are you doing? Is he taking advantage of you? Do you want me to hit him for you?" "Shut up." "Now you know how it feels. Sorry, Richard. I just had to get that dig in on her." Richard slightly raised his hand and waved it in acknowledgement. "Sis? Don't you need to go get some charcoal for tonight? It's our turn now, remember?" Richard rolled off of her and Margaret sat up. "Okay, okay. A deal's a deal. Come on Richard, let's make up the bed for real." They each stood by one side of the bed and pulled the covers up, smoothed them out, and fluffed up the pillows. Margaret fetched some clothes to wear to the store and Richard retrieved his towel. When they heard the car start and pull out from behind the house Lisa and Emily stood in the living room looking at Richard. Lisa wagged her finger at him. "You lied to me." "When? I've always told you true." "This morning. You led me to believe that you and Emily had spent the night together." "Well, we did. I never told you otherwise." "I suppose that technically is true, but when I was after her for details and she 'fessed up." "Lisa, you know how I feel about these things. I'm not going to tell you anything about me and Emily. You'll have to believe her." "Grrrrrrrr. That is so frustrating! I was hoping my best friend would have a great first time, and then I find out there wasn't any time at all." "We were both really tired. I don't think it would have been a good experience for her." "Well, we're going to fix that right now. Aren't we Emily?" Emily stood with her big brown eyes wide with...what? Fear? Nervousness? Richard couldn't tell for sure, but did know that it would take some extra effort to get her to ease whichever it was. "Look, Emily. I don't know what Lisa's been telling you, but by Rule number two you don't need to feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do. Lisa, haven't you learned anything? You can't push Emily to have an experience she isn't ready for. I won't be a party to that, and if that makes you mad or upset, well, that's too bad." Lisa stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Richard. "You and your stupid rules! Well, I just think..." Richard interrupted. "YOU think! You, you, you! Listen to yourself. This isn't about you, it concerns Emily. And, you don't have to talk like she's not right here in the room with us." The words stung. Lisa's eyes momentarily filled with tears. "I'm sorry, Em. I just wanted you to have as wonderful an experience as I had. You know I'd do anything for you." Emily put her arms around her friend. "I know you mean well. I just have to go at my own speed. I'm afraid of what might happen." Lisa hugged her back. "I know how you are. I just wish you could be more... adventurous. The strip poker game last night was a good start but I tell you Richard can be trusted. After all, you did sleep together and nothing happened. I don't know how he kept his hands off of you." "Well...we did kiss. I guess that's something. I hope I didn't do anything in my sleep." Turning to Richard "Your towel was off when we got up this morning. Did I take it off? Did I touch you? I can't believe I might have done that. I'm sorry if I did." "No, you didn't do anything or touch me in any way that would have embarrassed you." "Thank God! I don't want people to think I'm fast, like Doris. Don't give me that shocked look, Lisa! You know how people talk at school. Even though she's gone off to college people still talk about her reputation. And you know about Mary Jane in our class - how the boys look at her and whisper when she walks by. I don't want to be like that." Richard put an arm around Emily's shoulders, and she turned her face toward him. "I trust you Richard. I don't think you would...you know...have...well, sex with me. I feel that deep down inside. What I'm nervous about is the other stuff. What does it feel like to be touched like that? Will I lose control and want to have sex, and then regret it later? I'm not sure I trust myself." Lisa clasped Emily's hands in her own. "I've known you since we were in kindergarten, and I think you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. Remember, if anything doesn't feel right to you just say so and everything stops. He did for me. That's one of his rules." "He did? I guess that is a comfort. You would stop if I wanted you to, wouldn't you, Richard?" "Absolutely, by Rule Number One. By rule Number Two even if you didn't say anything but I sensed that you were uncomfortable I would stop. Even if you didn't ask me to." "It did feel nice to lie next to you last night, and your kiss was... well, dreamy." Lisa thought a moment. "Emily, I have an idea. Would it help if I was with you? I mean, if we were together maybe you wouldn't be so nervous. I don't know...it's just an idea." "Would you, Lisa? Oh, boy, that would make me feel a lot better. I don't mean I wouldn't feel safe with you, Richard, but if Lisa was with me I would feel better about how I would react. I might be less likely to lose control if Lisa was kind of a safety valve for me. She does know me really well and I know she would look out for me." Lisa smiled at her friend. "Of course I'd do it for you, Em. I think you will find yourself feeling really wonderful if you just let yourself go a little. But I wouldn't let you go too far. What about you, Richard? Could you sort of do us both?" "I've never done anything like that before, but I think I could handle it if you two want to try it that way. I'm not entirely sure how we'll go about it, but we can make it up as we go." "What do you think, Emily? Should we go up to our room?" Emily shook her head vigorously. "No. I don't want to be on or in my bed. That sounds too scary for me. Bed is for sleeping and...sex. We're not going to have sex, are we?" Lisa reassured her. "Of course not, right Richard? You can keep it to just touching, can't you?" "Absolutely." Lisa looked around. "Well, if we're not going upstairs, the only place for the three of us would be right here on the sofa." After some trials, they settled down with Richard between the two girls, his arms around their shoulders. They all looked at each other and laughed. "Well, here we are. Now what?" Lisa turned and kissed Richard, rested her hand on his chest, and then addressed Emily. "Why don't you do what I do, and let Richard take it from there?" Emily nodded, nervously. Lisa repeated the kiss, pulled back, and looked at Emily. Hesitantly, Emily leaned over for a kiss and was rewarded with a better kiss than the night before. Lisa caught Richard's eye and nodded her head slightly. Richard took that for a signal to move back to her. When Lisa leaned over for a second kiss with her hand on his chest, Richard moved his kisses, covering her cheek, nibbling on an ear and kissing her neck while she ran her hand over his bare chest. When Lisa sat back upright she looked over at Emily. Taking her cue from Lisa, Emily also leaned over for a kiss and put her hand on his chest. Richard's kiss lingered on Emily's lips before moving on to her cheeks, ear and neck. His kiss on her neck was electric, causing a slight shiver. "Ooooh." At her next turn, Lisa's hand ranged more widely over his chest while they kissed, and his hand reached across to caress her face, and then down over her shoulder and down her bare arm. Reluctantly she pulled away. Emily became a little bolder with her hand, and closed her eyes as his hand slid down her arm to caress it as she softly sighed. They continued, back and forth, kissing, and with Richard's hands moving to knees, hips, thighs with each successive kiss. Lisa wanted to move faster, wanted to feel his touch on her secret places, but settled for the slow progress for the sake of her friend. At last, his hand gently fondled her breast through her clothes, and she made a little humming sound as he did so. "Mmmmmm." At Emily's turn he was careful to move slowly and deliberately, and he gently cupped a breast. Emily tensed at the first touch, but gradually relaxed when he went no further than gentle caresses. Lisa knew Margaret wouldn't be that long at the store, so when Richard turned to her she had already started to unbutton her shirt. His hand roamed over the soft, smooth flesh and the satin surface of her bra and her breathing became a little more rapid. She used her free hand behind his neck to pull him closer for a deeper kiss. When he turned to Emily, Richard saw her unbuttoning her shirt with trembling fingers. "You don't have to do this, you know." "I want to, as long as Lisa's here." When her shirt was open they kissed again and his hand gently and slowly moved over the soft flesh of her abdomen, back, and chest. He cupped a bra-clad breast, and her breathing quickened also. When he turned back to Lisa he found that she had already taken off her shirt and bra, and Richard covered her breasts with kisses, used his tongue on each nipple, then kissed her mouth again and used his fingers to trace around each cone-shaped breast and around each puffy nipple. "Oh, oh..." escaped her with each touch on a nipple. She didn't want to let go, wanted to continue, wanted more, and wanted it now. But she reluctantly acquiesced to Emily. Emily's had taken off her shirt, but she hesitated with her bra. "Go ahead, Em. You did it last night. He's seen you without it." Emily looked over at Lisa, then took a deep breath and unhooked and removed the garment. Ever so slowly and softly he caressed and kissed her breasts, using his tongue to trace around her nipples. She gasped at the sensation, and threw her arms around him to pull him closer. "So this is what Lisa was talking about," she whispered as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations while he attended to her breasts. Richard could feel Lisa's hands on his shoulders, telling him it was her turn again. She had already taken her shorts off, allowing him to cover more soft flesh. He caressed and kissed her abdomen and legs before tracing around the leg bands of her underwear, touching her hair through the fabric, and finally the pressing into the soft folds beneath. She began to squirm under his touch. "More! Please!" "Not yet," he whispered. When Emily realized that nothing bad was going to happen, she likewise removed her shorts, and he repeated for her what he had done for Lisa, but slower, with a gentle touch. She put her hands on his head to press his mouth to her body for delicious kisses, and he obliged. Grunts escaped her throat. Lisa practically yanked him away from Emily, her eyes wild. She had removed her underwear and was ready. He kissed his way up from her knees, up her legs, through the wonderful red bush, up her belly to her breasts, and up to her mouth. While they kissed his hand explored the soft already wet folds below and teased her clitoris as he had done the night before. When he sensed her peaking, he moved his kisses back to her breasts, taking as much in his mouth as he could, swirling his tongue over the puffy nipples. That did it. She practically screamed, and pulled him by the back of the head back to her mouth for a deep kiss, held until the passion subsided. When he finally turned to Emily, her eyes were wide. Her underwear was still on, but she had her hands on the waistband, hesitating to take them off. "You don't have to take them off," he said. She gave a sigh of relief. "I'm ready." With due deliberation he repeated on Emily what he had done with Lisa, except he kissed his way over her the cotton fabric of her underwear on the way up. She moved her legs and hips as he felt around over the fabric, and he slid his fingers slightly under the waistband. She continued to squirm her body as he slowly slid his hand further under and explored the notably different geography down below. The extra-large labia he had glimpsed the night before were very sensitive, and his fingers were soon drenched. With an involuntary hip thrust she pressed upward against his hand, and she used her hand to press his head to her chest as her body quivered and quaked. He held still until she relaxed and fell back on the sofa, breathing heavily. After it was all over and Emily's eyes had opened again Lisa looked over at her friend. "Well?" "You were right, Lisa. I shouldn't have been so hesitant, but thanks for being here. And thank you, Richard. I'm sorry about not taking everything off, but it just didn't feel right." "As long as you experienced the feeling it didn't matter if you took anything off at all." "Well, it's partly because I'm so...different down there. I was embarrassed for you to see...or feel." "Everyone's different, Emily. I think I can tell you that all girls are not the same. There is no need to be embarrassed. Look, as we saw last night, all five of you have different looking breasts, right? Different sizes and shapes? Isn't it logical that the other parts vary in size and shape also? Did anyone make fun of you last night after you took off your underwear? No one noticed or cared." "I suppose so, but I was still afraid for everyone to see." Lisa added "Hey Em, do you think maybe the rest of us might be a little jealous? Maybe the more there is the better it feels." "Oh, shut up." The sound of the car pulling into the back yard caught their attention, and a door slammed before Margaret stormed in. "When I threw the bag of charcoal in the car it split open, and now I have charcoal all over in my trunk." She found a whisk broom and dust pan, stormed back outside and slammed the screen door behind her. "Lisa, how come you didn't inherit more of the temper that typically goes with the red hair? Is your father's temper like that?" "Yup. He'll fly off the handle in an instant. Mother, now, she's calm as a cucumber. He can be raging and waving his arms about, but she just stands there with her hands on her hips." "Maybe this is too personal, but as one who has suffered from Margaret's temper," he rubbed the side of his face "does your dad ever hit your mother? I mean, Margaret was pretty out of control for a few moments." "I'll tell you, he only hit her once. I was too small and was playing outside so I never heard the argument, but Margaret was about six or seven and right there and she told me about it later. As soon as he slapped her he stopped, fell to his knees and begged her to forgive him. He knew he had crossed a line. Mother looked down at him and said, as calm as can be, that if he ever did that again she would gather us girls up and leave, never to return. He hasn't laid a hand on her since." "That explains your calm demeanor - you got that from your mom. I have to say, though, Margaret's temper does subside pretty fast, thank goodness, or I'd have a broken jaw." The girls laughed as they gathered their clothes to put back on. Emily headed upstairs to change out of her sopping underwear. When Richard and Lisa heard voices outside, they glanced out the back door. Doris and Betty had returned from their shopping trip and were helping Margaret set up the charcoal grill. Betty came inside and motioned for Richard to come into the kitchen and help prepare hamburgers for dinner. Doris came into the living room as Lisa just finished buttoning her shirt. She took Lisa by the arm to keep her from leaving the room. "Okay, Lisa. Let's see it." "See what?" "Your bra. I told you last night I wanted to see it." "Why?" "I think I like it. Come on, lift up that top." "I'll do no such thing." "Last night you said you were ready to run with the big girls. Well, it's time to be a big girl. I'm waiting." Lisa reluctantly lifted her top so Doris could see her bra. Doris studied it from the front and the side. "It's not padded is it? When I get felt up I want to enjoy it. Hmm, I can definitely see the shape of your boobs. Something was said about how it felt. I've got to know." Richard's Rules Ch. 02 Doris put a hand on Lisa's bra and felt the breast underneath, then ran a finger up under the elastic bottom of the bra and down inside the top of a cup. When she withdrew her finger she grasped the elastic bottom of the bra and lifted it up so she could see and feel the bare breast. Lisa almost pulled away, but settled for glaring at Doris. Doris pulled the bra back into place, gently squeezed the breast inside the garment and lifted the bra to feel the breast again. This time she concentrated on the bare nipple and the nipple inside the bra after she lowered it again. Lisa twitched involuntarily each time Doris touched a nipple. "Like that, do you?" "I wasn't expecting you to touch me like that. Are you quite finished?" Doris lifted the bra once again and touched the exposed nipple. Again Lisa twitched. "Very sensitive. You know, I kind of like your boobs. My nips are sensitive, but it seems yours are more so and they are so attractively puffy. I'll bet the guys go wild when they see you. I envy you that. Boy, what I would do with boobs like yours." "Guys don't see me like that. Well, except for Richard." "If you want to play like the big girls you'll let them see. And touch. Hey, it feels good to you, I can tell by the way your body reacts. I think you'll find a way to get that good feeling. One more thing. Feel this." She lifted the bra one more time and ran her hand lightly over the bare skin. "Now feel this". She pulled the garment back into place and performed the same motion on the outside of the thin satiny fabric. "How does it compare for you? Does it feel the same either way?" "Kind of. I guess it feels similar. Why?" "Good. Yes, I definitely like the way this bra looks and feels. I got the one I wore last night so the guys would get a thrill when they opened my shirt, but the fabric it is made out of feels kind of like nylon stockings, not the most comfortable material to wear or touch. This one would let them see the outline of my boobs and nips but would feel more like skin. I'd like it, too, it if it would feel to me like they're touching skin. Apparently it does. Okay, you can put your shirt down now." Lisa dropped the hem of her top back down and Doris put her hands on her hips and asked "I want one. Where did you get it?" "A store. Not where you got yours." "What store?" I don't know. Penny's...Macys...Sears. I don't remember. I've had it a while." "I've been all through the ladies foundation departments in those stores. I don't remember seeing anything like this. Are you sure you got it at a department store?" "Yeah." Doris furrowed her brow, then brightened. "Wait. I looked in the ladies foundations department. I bet you got this in the girl's department." "I am a girl, you know." "Yeah. It would have to be the girl's department, right by the training bras. I don't know why they're called training bras, do you? What are you trying to train your boobs to do, for Pete's sake? Well, well. It looks like I learned something from you. Who'd have thought? Okay, I'm done with you. You can go." Lisa turned on her heel and met Emily as she came down the stairs and together they went into the kitchen to help with meal preparation. Doris and Betty cooked the 'burgers and hot dogs, while Emily and Lisa prepared a salad and Margaret took drink orders. Richard helped carry food and drinks to the table. Some food, cold beer and rest replenished Richards's strength. His encounter with Lisa and Emily left him again with a need for relief, but not nearly as desperately as the previous night. After dinner the girls huddled to decide the activities for the rest of the night. The younger ones wanted to go back to the clubs to hear some more music for a while, so Margaret agreed to take them. She had to find one of Richard's fraternity brothers, anyway, to tell them where to pick up Richard the next day. She told Richard and the two girls remaining at the house she would be back with Lisa and Emily around 9:00. While Betty and Doris huddled together in the living room Richard wondered what they had in store for him. He didn't have long to wait. Doris, always the straight shooter, let him know. "Well, Richard. It appears you had a good time with Lisa and Emily this afternoon. Both at the same time, it appears. I could hear them talking in the kitchen. This morning you showed you could handle a real woman. Now it's time to see how you can handle two real women. Are you up for two at once?" The afternoon session with Lisa and Emily did little to prepare him for two more experienced partners, but he nodded nonetheless. Doris and Betty stood in front of the sofa and removed their clothes, Doris with great fanfare, as Richard watched. Richard marveled at the sight that slowly appeared before him. The contrast between the two was striking; Doris, well over six feet tall, with her pale complexion and platinum almost white hair and pale blue-gray eyes, and Betty, slightly shorter than he, dark complexioned with raven hair and eyes that were strikingly gray. "I thought each of you was beautiful when I saw you individually, but the sight of the two of you together knocks me out. Wow!" "Why, thank you Richard. Now don't you think it's time for you to get comfy, too?" Richard tossed his towel aside. "Okay, ladies, I'm all yours. What do you have in mind? I'm sure it will be interesting." "Oh, I think you have an idea what we have in mind. We would like to try something a little different, though. Maybe you can start out by 'warming Betty up'. It appears she's got something for you to bring to attention, if you know what I mean." Richard put an arm around Betty in an embrace and kissed her. She ran her hands through his hair and responded with tongue. He used his free hand to caress Betty's face and hair. When he felt her press her body against his he moved his caresses to her breasts. His mouth moved to her neck and throat and she whispered "I've been waiting all day for this. I think you know what I like." He kissed her breasts and used his tongue to tease the rosy tips while his hand wandered south over her belly and into the straight black hair. It didn't take much teasing to coax the enormous clitoris out of its hiding place. He remembered how she liked it stroked - lightly on the hood and light squeezes and strokes on the shaft. Wetness soon coated his hand. He didn't forget to attend to the rest of her labia and ran his fingers around the entrance to her vagina. When she moved her hips against his hand he plunged two fingers inside and made curling motions. Periodically he removed his fingers and worked her clit some more and then ran his fingers back inside her. Betty squirmed and ground against his hand as her breathing quickened. She lifted one leg to grind against him while he held it under the knee. Doris whispered something in Betty's ear before she tapped him on the shoulder. "Why don't you relax on the couch? Just stretch yourself out and get nice and comfy. You've had a hard day, haven't you?" Doris said as she caressed his cheek and bent to kiss it. That seemed an unusual request, but Betty backed away from him so he could lie down and stretch out on the sofa, and waited. Doris swung a leg over him and sat on his chest. "Well, are you just going to lie there like a lump?" He looked up at her long lean body and said "I'm admiring the view." "Enough admiring. I need some attention, too." Richard forced himself to stop looking into the beautiful shock of pale hair before him, and put his hands to work. He reached up and cradled her breasts, and trailed his fingers down her chest and abdomen, and back up her sides. On the next trip down he continued as far as her knees, and teased her skin going back up her legs. His touch wandered over her legs, outside and inside, approaching the beautiful sight before his eyes, but not touching it at first. The first touch was light, just on the surface, and he quickly slid his hands upward toward her chest again. Doris reached back and momentarily wrapped her hand around his erection. "Come on, Betts, this is what he was getting you ready for. Climb aboard! There's room enough for two!" Betty straddled him, raised her hips and guided him into her as she sank down on him. The 'touching' experience with the two younger ones earlier had left him in need of relief again and here it was, more than he could have ever hoped for. With her rhythmic motion and the sight of Doris in front of his eyes he felt he wouldn't last long. He hoped Betty was ready too, and reached one hand around behind Doris' body to give attention to Betty's clit. It wasn't long before Betty gave out a short cry, bucked her hips forward and back while her fingernails scratched at his legs. It felt to him like he exploded inside her and Betty almost fell face first onto Doris. Meanwhile, Doris was quite active herself. She leaned her tall frame forward a little, to make his reach easier. After tracing and tugging lightly on her nipples, his fingers danced back down to the hair in front of his face again. This time he probed and explored, and her breathing quickened. Two fingers slid into her, while the other hand left Betty to play over Doris' skin - along her long legs, kneading her breasts, twirling around her navel, caressing her abdomen, and running up the insides of her thighs. Her hips pushed against his fingers and he removed his fingers to pull her closer so he could use his tongue. Betty dismounted after her climax and Doris slid down his chest and abdomen to take the place Betty had just vacated; Richard's touch followed her. She found he still had a quite serviceable erection, so when her hips were aligned with his, she leaned over for a kiss, her breasts momentarily crushed against his chest. She straightened up, raised up her hips so they could join, and then sat upright on him and began to rhythmically raise and lower her body. Once Richard and Doris had joined together Betty, who had been standing beside them, swung a leg over him and sat on his chest, just as Doris had done earlier. This was truly something Richard had never experienced. He had had girls on top before, but never two of them at the same time, and switching places to boot. Betty wagged a finger at him and scolded "Doris told me about what you did this morning and I saw what you just did to her. You didn't do that for me while we were in the shower." "What...on...earth...are you...talking...about...Betty?" Doris' increasing tempo caused him to gasp out the words. In answer, she slid up higher. "You kissed her there. Kiss me there. Now." Richard put his hands behind her back and pulled her the last few inches so his tongue could reach the lips hidden beneath the thick straight black hair. As he kissed, she rotated her hips forward slightly so he could reach her majestic protrusion. He took it between his lips and pulled and sucked gently, as he would a nipple. He remembered that he had a talent not everyone else had - he could roll and curl his tongue. He rolled his tongue into a tube, encompassed the length of her clit with it and moved his tongue into and out of his mouth, massaging the length of the exposed shaft. Betty gasped at the sensation. His hands also went to work, one working in concert with his tongue, the thumb of one hand probed more deeply inside her, and the other hand wandered up her body to her breasts. Betty grabbed his head and pulled it closer to her. Her eyes closed and she let out a loud moan, as she thrust against his mouth, and gushes accompanied her contractions. He could feel Doris quickening her pace, and heard her breathing quicken even more. Suddenly she moaned loudly, clamped herself tight on him, relaxed, squeezed him again and again and even reached her hands around to clutch Betty's breasts during her climax. He felt himself gathering toward another climax and thrust his hips upward to match the tempo of Doris' contractions until he was spent. The girls collapsed against each other and sat on him while everyone regained strength. Doris dismounted, knelt down beside him and ran her fingers over his short hair and caressed his face. "Well, you did it. I confess I had my doubts, but damn you did it. You really are something. I wish you went to our college so we could play all the time." "I don't know if I could keep up with you." "Want to go again?" Doris chuckled. "Maybe later." Betty dismounted also and sat on the floor next Doris. Both of them leaned back against the sofa. Betty reached back and rubbed his chest and abdomen. "Thanks. I've never done anything like that before. I mean sitting up. Also, sharing a guy with another girl. What made you think of that, Doris?" "It was just a brainstorm I got after I heard that he was with Lisa and Emily together. I've never done anything like this, either. I can't believe I've never had a guy kiss my pussy before this morning. Like I told Richard then, guys all seem to want to get inside me as soon as they can. What did you think of it, Betty?" "It felt strange, but good. I never would have thought of it; I'd have thought it was nasty. What about it, Richard? Is it nasty to kiss a girl there?" "Not in the least. I love the taste and musky smell of a woman. I think you're all unique in smell as well as taste. I like to think of it as your personal unique perfume." "But doesn't it taste nasty?" "It's different. Slightly salty, but not bad at all. You ought to try it some time," From Betty's shocked expression he realized he had been misunderstood. "I don't mean with another girl. Yourself." "Ladies don't touch themselves down there, except when necessary." Doris was quick to retort. "Oh get off it Betty. You know girls do it all the time. You can't rely on a guy to know what pleases you, present company excepted. You have to find out for yourself." Betty's dark complexion reddened. "Well, I don't know about that." Before things got out of hand between them, Richard sought to defuse the issue. "Doris, remember one of the rules for the weekend is that nobody should be made uncomfortable. Lay off of Betty. She doesn't want to talk about it, so drop it. If it's something she wants to try later, she can. It's really up to her." "Fiddlesticks. Girls in the sorority house do it all the time. You can hear them in their rooms through the closed doors. I even discretely got a little in last night during our game. But, you're right, I'll let it go." The two girls sat on the floor and rested their backs against the sofa. Richard leaned over, reached one arm around each of them and caressed a breast on each of them. "Heavenly," he said. Simultaneously the girls leaned their heads back with their eyes closed. Richard collapsed back on the sofa, exhausted. Doris turned to Betty and remarked "By the way Betts, that's quite a piece of equipment you have there. I've never had a chance to see it before. Can I touch it?" Betty closed her legs together and blushed. "Come on, Betts. You should be proud of something like that. Please, just one little touch? Please?" Betty reluctantly opened her legs again and Doris leaned over to caress her protruding clit. "Wow. You are so lucky. I'm jealous. I just have a puny little thing and it feels great. I can only imagine what yours feels like. I bet it would send me through the roof. On second thought maybe it's a good thing I don't have one like that. It would stick out all the time and would drive me positively insane. I would have orgasms just walking across the campus. Say, could I play with it sometime? I'd love to see how it works." Betty blushed and closed her legs again. "I don't think so." The slamming of car doors announced the arrival of the rest of the group, except there seemed to be too many doors and too many voices. Doris and Betty slowly began to gather up their scattered clothes. Lisa and Emily came in gushing about the band they had just heard, and hard on their heels Margaret burst through the door. "You'll never guess who we ran into!" (Continued in Chapter 3, where 3 new girls are introduced.) Richard's Rules Ch. 03 The year is 1955. Richard is spending the weekend with 3 sorority girls (Margaret, Betty and Doris), and two soon-to-be-graduated high school seniors (Lisa and Emily) as their 'love slave', to test his 'Rules'. At Western State University he has the reputation for being able to 'please' the ladies. He is given the task of backing up his claim that it is possible for a guy to please a girl while putting her pleasure ahead of his own. For the weekend he is given only a towel to wear around his waist after the girls hide his clothes. Of course, along the way he does satisfy his own desires, but can he handle multiple partners in quick succession? In this Chapter three newcomers are brought into the mix, offering further challenges to Richard's physical well-being. While this Chapter can be read alone, it makes more sense if you read the Chapters in order. ***** Richard's Rules Chapter 3 - Saturday Evening Margaret brought the two younger girls, Lisa (her sister), and Lisa's friend Emily back from their night out. Lisa and Emily rushed in and enthused about the bands they heard. When Margaret came in she was followed by three new girls. Doris was the first to notice. "Babs! Marilyn! Mary!" With a shriek she bounded across the room to throw her arms around their necks oblivious to the fact she was still completely naked from the recent 'activity' she and Betty had just had with Richard. Betty managed to get her panties on before she greeted the new arrivals. Richard found his towel, used it to wipe his face from the oral pleasuring of Betty, and then fastened it around himself. The new arrivals eyed Doris and Betty with amusement. The newcomers laughed at the sight and one asked "Well, well, what have you two been up to? Wait a minute, let me guess. It has something to do with your house guest. Right?" Doris suddenly realized the state of her undress but, comfortable in her own nudity, made introductions as if they were in a public place. "Right-o, Babs. Let me introduce you to our sex slave, I mean GUEST, Richard." Richard, towel in place, walked out from around the sofa to properly meet the new arrivals. "I'm Richard, and you are...?" The girls each raised a hand as they spoke their name. "Barbara." "Marilyn." "Mary." "Welcome to the zoo!" "Hey!" Lisa threw a pillow from the sofa at him. "This is not a zoo. It's controlled chaos," and everyone laughed. Marilyn asked "What's with the towel?" Doris laughed "It's all he gets to wear for the weekend. He doesn't get to wear it for very long, though. We see to that!" Barbara looked Richard up and down. "I think I know you from somewhere." She snapped her fingers. "Wait. Do you go to Western State University?" Richard nodded. "Are you an Alpha Delt?" Another nod. "I saw you at one of your frat parties. I'm a Gamma Zeta and was visiting my sister at the Western State chapter last fall. Your party was wild! The band was great, I think I remember that it was led by a former member of Jimmy Dorsey's band, and the beer flowed like water. Grace pointed you out across the room and said you were someone who it would be worth my while to meet. Every time we started across the room another dance started and guys grabbed us to take us out to the dance floor, and after the dance we couldn't find you." "Yeah, sometimes between the music and the drunken hootin' and hollerin' it can be so loud that it's hard to have a conversation, so we'd have to take it outside and sit on a bench for a while to talk." "It seems every time I saw you that night you had another girl or two by your side. Grace said that happens a lot." Richard laughed. "Sometimes it does, but probably not nearly as often as Grace thinks. Wait...Grace...Gamma Zeta - is you sister Grace Baker?" "One and the same." "I have met her. She is a very nice young lady." "Lady, my ass. The girl is hell on wheels." The other girls covered their mouths and laughed hysterically at Barbara's language. Barbara momentarily turned to the others. "You don't know her like I do." Turning back to Richard she continued "I'll bet you do know her, Richard. She was really anxious for me to meet you, and knowing her, there was a reason. I don't think it was because you're a good dancer. So, level with me, will you? How is she? Is she a good fuck??" There was a collective gasp from the other girls. They may talk about things like that between themselves, but never openly with a guy. Richard didn't even blink. "I can't tell you anything about that. You'll have to ask her about it." Margaret sidled up to Barbara. "You'll never get him to talk about what he does with other girls. It's some sort of honor thing with him. But if you ask Grace enough questions she'll probably give you details. He won't care what Grace tells, but you couldn't beat any details out of him. I know. I've tried!" Lisa laughed "She sure did. She really belted him to try and get details about what Richard and I did." Margaret then announced "We've got some beer and soft drinks in the fridge. Everybody, help yourselves. In fact, let's all go into the kitchen for a sec. All except you, Richard. You wait here." "I can't wait to hear what you cook up." The whole boisterous gaggle of females disappeared into the kitchen. Richard, with nothing else to do, settled on the sofa, leaned his head back, closed his eyes and awaited his fate. This certainly was turning out to be an interesting weekend. 'I don't know how rested and ready I'll be for exams next week' he thought. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses came from the kitchen. About ten minutes later some of the group emerged. The rest of them headed for the back door, bottles or glasses in hand, but Doris, still naked, and the three new arrivals came in to the living room to face Richard. Doris finished picking up her clothes and nonchalantly put them on as she talked. "Plans for the evening have changed, Richard. Our friends find it hard to believe what you appear to be capable of, so we've decided to let them borrow you for a couple of hours." When she finished buttoning the last button on her shirt she turned to Barbara. "Decide among yourselves what you want to do. You'll need to abide by his silly rules, though. We did agree to that. While you haven't specifically agreed, since you're in our house I guess you should abide by them, too. But don't worry, the rules leave lots of room to play! You can use my and Betty's bedroom if you like, or any other place in the house, for that matter." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder to indicate the bedroom behind her. As she was about the leave she saw Betty's bra, shirt and shorts still on the floor. She scooped them up and skipped to the door, waving the garments over her head as she went out into the back yard. "Oh, Betty! You forgot something." There was a shriek of laughter from the back yard as the screen door slammed behind Doris. Barbara turned to Richard. "Well, Richard. From what we hear, Grace was really trying to do me a favor. Now I guess I'll find out what she was trying to tell me. Let's all sit down a minute, shall we?" The four of them crowded onto the sofa. Richard didn't have long to wait to hear what the girls had decided. Marilyn admitted "We're in an entirely unfamiliar position. At the fraternity parties the guys always come on to the girls, and we know how to respond. Even on Sadie Hawkins day we've never had an opportunity like this. I'm not sure we know how to proceed." "Ordinarily I could try and come up with some suggestions, but this weekend I'm supposed to do whatever you want." "That's sure different. There was a guy trying to pick us up all evening. It was obvious what he wanted, but what lame pickup lines!" "A tall guy with black hair and a curl over his forehead?" "Yeah. Do you know him?" "Joel. He's a fraternity brother." "We didn't think he could handle all three of us so we brushed him off. Hey, if he's a fraternity brother is he as good as you are supposed to be?" "I can't speak for that," Richard laughed. "I'm sure he thinks he could bed you all, but I bet you could wear him out." "And that leads us back to you. Can we wear you out? Girls, any ideas?" asked Marilyn. Barbara pursed her lips for a moment. "Well, we could all have him together, sort of a free for all. Doris said she and Betty had a lot of fun with that. Or we could just take turns. What do you think?" Mary asked "But what about those Rules Margaret mentioned?" Richard summarized "Rule Number One is that words like 'stop', 'don't' or 'no' mean exactly that. Whatever is going on at the time ceases. Rule Number Two is that nobody has to do anything they are uncomfortable with. The idea is for everyone to have a pleasurable time while feeling safe about what goes on. I'll never try to talk you into something you don't want to do. You lead the way as to what you are ready for. The Rules apply to me as well and, believe me, I have used them." "Okay," Barbara said. "We can live with that, can't we girls?" They all nodded agreement, and then took up the question again. Barbara reiterated the free for all vs. taking turns ideas she mentioned earlier. Marilyn thought a free for all sounded like fun, but Mary was in favor of taking individual turns. After a little more discussion a consensus was reached to take turns. The next order of business was whether to be private or with all three of them present in the room. Would they be more uninhibited alone? Would they get ideas from watching what each other did? Richard secretly hoped for private sessions, as that might give him a few extra minutes to recover between them. After spirited debate the issue finally had to be decided by 'rock paper scissors.' When the individual option won Richard took a deep breath of thankfulness. The girls stood up and motioned for Richard to follow them into the smaller bedroom, and they closed the door behind them. Once inside, the girls checked over the room setup, and huddled once again. At the end of the discussion they all put their hands together, palms down, one on top of another and chanted "GAMMA ZETA!" When they turned to face Richard, Barbara stepped toward him. "It looks like I'm first. The others will wait out in the living room. I'm supposed to see how Grace's stories check out." With a wave the other two left the room. Mary waved "Bye." Marilyn blew a kiss and said "Have fun, but not too much! Save some for us!" When the door closed Barbara put her hands on her hips. "All right, Richard. Let's pretend we're at one of your frat parties. What would you do now?" Richard puffed out his cheeks as he exhaled sharply. "Well, I would usually start by getting to know you a little better before any kissing and non-sexual touching, and then take my cues from your responses. I don't just jump into things. I never want a girl to think she's being coerced." "Well, Richard, as you've probably noticed, I'm a very direct person. I say and do what's on my mind and don't particularly care what others think of it, so let's cut the crap. I'm in here with you to see what Grace was talking about, so let's get started. Undress me." Richard shook his head, completely startled. He had never experienced so many direct females as he had this weekend. Lisa. Margaret. Doris. And now Barbara. He mused whether there was something in the water where they lived. Barbara wore a pink sleeveless pullover top and white shorts. Richard put his arms around her and kissed her before he lifted her shirt up. She exhibited her kissing skills even as she raised her arms so he could pull her shirt off over her head. Reaching around behind her he unfastened her bra and slid it down her arms. Before he could proceed with the disrobing she pulled his head forward into her chest. He nibbled at the rosy tips as his hands worked her shorts and panties down over her hips. At last he stepped back to admire her. Barbara was about his height, with curly mahogany tresses framing a round face set with bright hazel eyes. Her breasts were full with only a tiny areola around her nipples. He lowered his gaze and noted that she had apparently trimmed her pubic hair, as it was fairly short and close to her body. Her legs were long and shapely. She stepped up to him and put her arms around his waist and pulled him tight, crushing her body against his. His hands ran over her back, the back of her neck, through her hair and reached down to massage her buttocks. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of his touch. "Grace was right about one thing. Your touch feels nice. Most guys want to grab at my tits and pussy as soon as my clothes are off." Richard was still amazed at the words that came out of some girl's mouths. It was not unlike the banter heard in the men's locker room at school. She pushed him toward one of the beds, and pulled his towel loose in the process. When he fell backward onto the mattress she jumped onto the bed beside him and rolled on her back, expectantly. "I don't need a lot of foreplay. You can fuck me now." Richard shook his head again in wonderment, but kissed her breasts while his hands explored her. She may not require foreplay, but she was going to get some, anyway. His tongue traced around a nipple and moved in ever expanding circles until he had covered one breast. One of his hands squeezed, gently kneaded and lightly touched her other breast and nipple, alternating between heavier and lighter touches, pulling on a nipple and then lightly rubbing his thumb over it as it hardened. He ran a hand over her abdomen and legs, only beginning exploration of her already moist heat when she began to breathe more heavily. His fingers probed and found her clitoris under a well-developed hood. She raised her hips in response and her breathing became even more rapid. He just had to further explore that trimmed hair, so moved his kisses from her breast down her belly and into the patch of brown hair. The short hair felt different against his tongue, but did permit closer tongue exploration. She began to buck against him, urging his tongue deeper, and put her hands behind his head to shove his face into the deepest recesses. He obliged by alternately thrusting his tongue into her and sucking on her labia and clitoris. She began to gasp and grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him up to her face. Two fingers plunged into her welcoming vagina. He lifted his head to hers and kissed her hard with intertwining tongues, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him to bring his body together with hers. When he entered her, her thrusting began immediately, gradually becoming wilder, and her fingernails clawed at his back as she climaxed. Richard felt her tighten on him, squeezing him harder than he ever had been squeezed before, tighter than Doris, even. Her whole body shook, and only the fact that their mouths were so tightly together kept who knows what kind of sound from emanating from her throat. Finally she relaxed and he rolled off her. After a few minutes of silence as heart rates slowed back down she turned her face toward his. "All right. Grace was right on all counts. What about you? You haven't finished. Why didn't you keep it up until you got yours, too? Look at you. You must be ready to explode. I've never met a guy who didn't finish." Her hand stroked the length of him. "Don't worry. I've had plenty of opportunities to be satisfied today, and I expect I will have more opportunities as the night goes on." He laughed. "I have to pace myself." He ran his hand over her, and added "I must say, you are a wonderful lover. A bit unusual, but wonderful. Your climax felt like nothing I've ever experienced before." "How do I compare to Grace? Was I better?" Richard laughed again. "They warned you I wouldn't tell things like that. That may frustrate you about your sister, but, on the other hand, it also means I won't tell anyone else about you, either. No one. When you next see each other you can compare notes with Grace. See if she's been telling the truth about me. Sometimes I wonder about what you girls tell each other." It was her turn to laugh. "Grace will quiz me, that's for sure." Barbara arose from the bed and put her clothes back on as Richard continued to rest on his back. Before she left the room she came over and kissed him. "I hope the next time I visit my sister we will have an opportunity to see you. Maybe even Grace and me together. Wouldn't that be a blast?" "I don't know if I could handle it." "Oooh. We'll just have to find out, won't we?" Richard barely had time to catch his breath before Marilyn came in, her shirt almost completely unbuttoned as she came through the door. When the door closed behind her Richard saw her look him over eyes lingering on his still erect member. "It looks like you were expecting me." "Come on in, the water's fine." "How about giving me a little help." She came over to the bed and turned her back to him, so he reached up and expertly unfastened her bra. "Thanks. Now the rest." She turned around and waited for him to remove her shorts and panties, also. Marilyn had very long auburn hair, straight and hanging down her back almost to her butt. Her complexion wasn't as dark as Betty's, but was dark enough to look like she had a tan even where her bathing suit covered her skin. Her hips were wider than the others, giving her a somewhat bottom heavy look, but she appeared to have well-toned muscles for a girl. He guessed she must play some sort of sport. Her breasts were large and heavy. Since he was still sitting on the bed he was at eye level to her pubic area, and could already smell her musky odor and see the lips beneath her shock of hair; she seemed to be aroused already. Richard moved to stand up, but she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down and asked "What part of me do you like the most?" "What kind of question is that? I haven't ever seen you before." "Oh, come on. I know guys make opinions at first sight. A former boyfriend told me there are ass men, tits men, leg men and so on. It's what their eyes go to first. What is it for you?" "I like everything about women. But, I guess my first glance would go to hair, though. It's what can be seen from a distance no matter which way a girl is turned. But, I've learned not to judge by looks." "Spoken like a diplomat. But you haven't answered my question, have you? Maybe you haven't seen enough yet to make an opinion." She turned and walked away from him, so he could see her hips in motion and her hair sway across her back and then turned and walked back toward him, so he could see her breasts bounce and her legs jiggle somewhat. "Well? If you could touch just one part of me, what would it be? I won't hold you to it; you'll still get to touch it all." "I love the way your hair sways across your back as you walk, and the way the breeze blows it a little bit. I think I could be happy just holding it against my face." Marilyn stood in front of him and bent at the waist to dangle her hair in front of his face. He reached out, gathered it in his hand, and rubbed it on his cheek. "It's soft and smells good, too." "I like you, Richard. You tell the truth. Most guys think I want to hear how great my tits are, but I'm real proud of my hair. I like the way it feels as it brushes across my back when I walk. It can be a pain to wash, but it's worth it to me." Richard took her hand and gently urged her onto the bed. Her arousal was obvious, and she settled into position for sex, legs apart, and knees drawn up. Richard lifted her head and pulled her long silken locks out from under her. "Close your eyes, Marilyn, and keep them closed until I say you can open them." Richard's Rules Ch. 03 "Oooooh. What are you going to do?" "That's for me to know and you to find out!" "That sounds exciting. Just don't take too long, I'm ready for some action." When he was satisfied her eyes were closed tight he brushed her body lightly with his fingers and lips, using the backs of his fingers first on her face, then moving down to her belly, along the length of her legs and separating her labia, but ignored her breasts entirely for the moment. His touch and kisses worked up and down her body several times, with varying degrees of pressure. Whenever his kisses approached her chest she moved her shoulder or body to bring a breast within reach of his lips, but he kept away from them. His fingers entered her and explored deeply, and her body responded with gushes of wetness. He kissed around and between her breasts, but not on them. She tried using her hands to push his head where she wanted him to go, but he continued to resist. When he sensed her frustration level mounting he gathered her long hair in his hands. With one hand near her head he tightened a grip on the hair to form a sort of giant ponytail. The other hand took the loose end and brought it around in front of her. He used it like a brush, 'painting' around and over her breasts, teasing over the nipples. After her deprivation she gasped with pleasure, and moans escaped her. Shifting position slightly, he was able to contain and use her hair with one hand while the other explored her lower hair and plunged into her once again. He moved fingers in and out and made the curling motions that girls seemed to like inside her while his thumb played with her clitoris. Marilyn thrashed her legs and kicked. Richard found that using her hair to tease her was very erotic for him, too. "You can open your eyes now." Her eyes opened with a wild look. With a sudden, unexpected movement she pushed his shoulder so hard it tossed him onto his back. Before he could recover, she was on him, straddling him and he was in her. She pistoned her hips up and down with wild abandon, but was not so out of control that she couldn't dangle her hair, sweeping it over his face and chest, enabling him to reach for her soft, pliable breasts with his hands. He had tried to hold himself back, but it was no longer possible, and he matched her hip thrusts until he exploded in her just as she fairly screamed in her own climax. His hands tightened around her breasts as she ground her pelvis against his to hold her pleasure as long as she could, and he felt her muscles contract and relax with gradually decreasing intensity and she moaned until she fell, exhausted onto his chest, both of them soaked with sweat. His thighs were soaked with the juices of her passion. There was a knock on the door. "Are you guys okay in there?" "We're... (pant, pant)...fine... (pant, pant)." She finally rolled off him and their breathing slowly returned to normal. "Whatever made you think to use my own hair on me like that? I never would have thought it could be so damned exciting." "I thought of it when you said how you like to feel your hair brush against your back when you walk. I wondered what it would feel like on your front. It must have felt pretty good to you, because, when you brushed it over me it even sent me over the edge." "I can't wait to hear what you do with Mary." That brought him back to reality, and he groaned inwardly. He had thought to hold himself back until the last of the three of them, but now that was out the window. He honestly didn't know if he was capable of any more tonight. And then there would be Margaret. What had she said? She had dibs on him at bedtime? He began to consider that his fraternity brothers would receive a corpse when they came to pick him up. Marilyn dressed and kissed him, making sure to dangle some hair across his face as she did so. Then, with a wave, she was out the door. Mary entered, and stood just inside the door with her face scrunched up. "This room smells like sex." "Don't you like it?" he asked. "I guess if it's just me I don't notice it because it just sort of builds up gradually." "We can go somewhere else, if you like. There's another bedroom across the hall. I'm sure Margaret won't mind if we use it." "I don't know. Let's try it here. Maybe we could use the other bed, though." "Sure. Whatever you want. You are in control." "I don't want to be in control. I want you to be in control." He sensed a hesitance in her voice. "We don't have to do anything, you know. The door is closed, and it's nobody else's business what we do in here. We can just talk or kiss." She shook her head "No", walked over to the other bed and sat down. Richard sat beside her and gently put an arm around her shoulders, saying nothing. He studied her features. Short sandy hair, thin eyebrows, grey eyes, largish nose. Nice legs, as far as he could see. After a few moments she began to unbutton her shirt, took it off, and folded it neatly beside her on the foot of the bed. She stood to remove her shorts and panties and laid them neatly next to the shirt. He thought that was an unusual order in which to remove clothing - for some reason he could never understand most women saved the panties for last. Finally, after a long hesitation, she reached around and unfastened her bra, laid it next to the rest of her clothes and then sat with her eyes staring at the floor by her feet. Richard couldn't help noticing that her breasts were far different from any others he had ever seen. They were rather flat, not small, just flat, actually hanging down like flaps, with fairly large pale areoles and nipples that peeked up from the bottom of the breast flaps. He couldn't help thinking that they reminded him of pancakes. "Go ahead. Make fun of them and get it over with." "What do you mean, Mary? Do people make fun of your breasts? Why? They're unique. They're lovely." "Unique. That's probably the only one I haven't heard before." He put his hands on both of her shoulders and turned her to face him. "Mary, we're all unique in some way. Don't ever let anyone tell you that anything about you is not okay." Mary looked him over. Although she had never seen a completely naked guy before, she said "I don't see anything about you that anyone can make fun of." Before he could answer, she burst into tears and ran from the room. He started to run out after her and he heard the bathroom door slam. Several girls were in the living room. He pulled up short, rushed back into the room for his towel, then raced back toward the bathroom, fastening his towel around his waist as he went. When he reached the bathroom he could hear her sobbing inside, and knocked on the door. "Mary...Mary. Can I come in?" There were only tears inside. Doris and Barbara appeared at his side. "What on earth did you do to upset her like that?" "I didn't do anything. She started talking and just got herself worked up." "It was her tits, wasn't it?" Barbara asked. Richard nodded. "I tried to make her feel better about how they look, but anything I said only seemed to make matters worse. She seems so fragile. I should have handled it better. I guess I'm tired and didn't do my best. I'm really sorry I upset her." Barbara offered "You hit the nail on the head. She is fragile. We were surprised she wanted to come to the beach with us at all, and even more surprised she actually seemed interested on our little party tonight. At first she seemed to really get caught up in it. Maybe we should have let her go first. Marilyn's scream sort of unsettled her." "You were out back weren't you, Doris? Was it so loud you could hear it all the way out there?" Doris laughed. "Man, they probably heard it down the block. I'm surprised the police haven't shown up looking for a body." Barbara knocked gently on the door and spoke softly "Mary. Let us in, please? It's me and Doris." After a silence there was a click as the door unlocked, and it opened slightly. Doris and Barbara went in and closed the door behind them. Richard leaned his back against the wall next to the bathroom door and slid down until he sat on the floor, with his back against the wall and his knees drawn up. He put his head in his hands; he had never upset a girl like that before, and it hurt to think of her in there crying. He should have said something different. He had been so preoccupied with his own situation that he hadn't thought out what might be best for her, and his remarks had been so flippant. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door open beside him. Doris stepped out and looked around before she noticed him sitting at her feet. She kneeled down on the floor beside him. "That really upset you, didn't it?" "I didn't intend to sound like I was being mean to her. I feel awful. It takes the fun out of the weekend for me. It's stopped being a game." She put a hand to his face. "You really care, don't you?" He nodded. "You are an amazing guy. I've never met anyone like you." Doris took one of his hands and arose, pulling him up with her. She leaned in and looked into the bathroom, and he saw her nod her head. "I think Mary wants you in there." "How can I face her?" Doris pushed him through the door and pulled it closed behind him. Mary, with a tear-streaked face, sat on the toilet lid with Barbara standing next to her. Barbara moved her head to indicate the tub, so he sat on the side of the tub near Mary. He held her hands in his and looked her in the eyes. "I'm so sorry." "I'm overly sensitive about them and tend to get real defensive. I always assume the worst about what others think. I heard your conversation with Doris just now, and know your intentions were not what I thought they were. Doris also told me a little more about you. I'm sorry I didn't trust you." Barbara moved toward the door. "I'll leave you two alone. No one will bother you here - bathroom privacy is a house rule." She pulled the door closed behind her. Mary took her hands out of his and held his face. "Can we start over?" "We don't have to do anything. It's alright." "I've had sex before, but always managed to keep most of my clothes on, so the guys couldn't see my chest. That worked fine in the back seat of a car. I could do some petting and get the guy excited, then we'd pull off my panties, they'd unfasten their pants and we'd do it. I like the way sex makes me feel. I would let the guy feel my chest, but only with my bra on. In the car we never got completely undressed. It was a real shock to me tonight for you to see my chest and for me to see what an excited guy really looks like. In the dark in the car they never seemed so big." "Did you like it when the guys would touch your breasts through your clothes?" She nodded. Richard scooted down the side of the tub until he was next to her. "Are you willing to try something? I don't want to make you upset anymore, so whatever we do you can just say 'stop' and I will stop. That's one of the rules." "They told me all about your rules. I should have listened to the other girls earlier. I would have realized that you wouldn't do anything to hurt me or hurt my feelings. I'll try whatever you suggest." "Just close your eyes for a minute. Pretend you are in the back seat of your date's car and you have all your clothes on." When her eyes were closed he leaned over to kiss her and ran his hands over all of her body except her breasts. He then carefully and slowly ran his fingers over each breast, taking care to pay attention to her nipples. She sighed. "You can open your eyes now. Does it feel good when I do that?" "Oh, yes. Much better than with my bra on." "Just because you have a different shape than some others have doesn't mean you can't have pleasure from them." He continued to caress and knead gently and her nipples hardened. "Ooh. That really does feel nice." Her breasts seemed more sensitive than many others he had experienced, and soon she had become noticeably aroused. He could feel her heart race as he ran fingers through her sandy hair and kissed her lips, nose, eyes, and neck. "Let me sit there, Mary. You sit on my lap, facing me." He removed his towel and sat. There was enough room between the toilet, tub and sink for her legs so that she could sit astride his lap. At first she just put her arms around his neck as his hands played with her sensitive breasts, and moved across her face, belly, legs, and back. His fingers moved down between her well lubricated lower lips, briefly entering her, then back to the lips themselves and the swelling above them. Her breath became very rapid, and she pulled their faces together for kisses and tongue play. Her hands reached down and found him, grasping, squeezing, stroking. She may not have ever taken her clothes off before or seen a fully naked aroused man, but she did know what to do to get a man excited, and soon Richard's breathing matched hers. She broke the kiss and looked him in the eyes as she held him at the entrance to her body. Richard understood what she wanted. Placing his hands behind her butt he pulled her so she slid up his legs. As her body slid forward he slid into her. With the position they had the penetration was not deep, but she knew how to move her hips and squeeze her muscles to give him the most pleasure. In return, he reached one hand down so his fingers could find her precious nub again, and the other hand held, stroked, kneaded and gently pulled on her sensitive breasts. Her hands behind him kept their bodies together as close as possible. There wasn't enough penetration for a lot of thrusting, but there was plenty of room for other movements - wiggles, side to side and up and down. "Mary! What are you doing to me? I can't believe what I'm feeling!" "I'm ready. Ooh, Richard! Keep up whatever you're doing! Here it comes!!" She threw her head back and let out a soft moan as she squeezed him even harder. His climax was intense, even if it was almost dry. He couldn't have much left. Their hands behind each other's back held them together until the feelings subsided. Still panting somewhat, they kissed briefly. 'Oh, Mary," was all he could say. She leaned her head forward and rested it on his shoulder. "I never realized how good my tits could make me feel. I was too busy trying to hide them. They're still tingling!" He lifted one and kissed it. Her reaction was immediate. "God, don't start again. I couldn't stand it." Finally they stood and embraced. "Thanks, Richard. That was wonderful" "For me, too." They held each other for a few minutes before Barbara knocked on the door. "Everything okay in there?" Richard picked up his towel and put it on, opened the door and they went out together. All the other girls waited expectantly in the living room. Waiting to see if Richard came out alive. Waiting to see if Mary was still in tears. All eyes turned toward the two as they emerged from the bathroom, with their arms around each other's waist. Mary stopped. "What are you looking at? Do you behave like this every time someone comes out of the bathroom?" The other girls in the room convulsed with laughter. Doris and Barbara gave Mary a hug before she went back to the bedroom to retrieve her clothes. Margaret faced Richard with her arms crossed in front of her. "What did you do in there? I've never seen a change in her like that. She'll sometimes mope around for days after she's had her feelings hurt about her chest. She actually looks happy and, most amazing to us, she didn't come out with her chest wrapped in a towel. You worked some sort of miracle." "I just tried to make her feel at ease with herself." When Mary emerged, dressed, from the bedroom, Barbara and Marilyn stood up from the sofa, where they had been waiting. "It's getting late. We need to get back to our place. I'm glad we ran into each other, Margaret. This has been fun - the best time we've had at the beach, ever, right girls?" Marilyn and Mary nodded agreement. After hugs all around Margaret and the three newcomers exited the back door, and soon Margaret's car could be heard pulling around the house from the back yard. Betty brought some cold beer and soft drinks from the kitchen and the four girls remaining sat sprawled over the living room furniture. Doris eyed Lisa's chest, still pondering how a bra like hers would feel. Doris' stare made Lisa a little uneasy. Doris turned to Betty and motioned with her head toward Lisa. "Hey, Betts. Did you get a good look at that one's bra last night? I'm going to get one like it. Do you want me to pick you up one, too?" Lisa and Betty both reddened. Betty shook her head. "I think I'll stick with what I already have." "I'll let you know what it's like. Maybe you'll change your mind." Doris stretched. "It is getting late. I think I need to rest after this evening's excitement." She patted Richard on the cheek and added "and I need to think up something for tomorrow morning." Betty agreed, and the two of them got ready for bed, and closed their door. As Doris and Betty got ready for bed, Lisa, Emily and Richard slouched on chairs and the sofa. Soon Margaret returned and leaned over to Richard and whispered "We'll need to be getting ready soon, too," and then winked at him. Lisa and Emily tried to convince Margaret to let them have Richard one more time, but she was adamant. "I called it earlier today." Lisa clenched her fists at her side and stamped her foot. "Well then, we want him in the morning, before he leaves. Ten o'clock. Nobody but us gets him. I'm the one who found him, so I should get last licks." Emily put her hand to her mouth and stifled a laugh. Lisa shot her a glance, then realized how what she just said could be taken, and broke out into a laugh herself. "I didn't mean it that way, but that might feel good." She gave Richard a kiss on the cheek, as did Emily, and they headed up to their room, leaving Richard and Margaret alone. "I imagine you are pretty worn out, aren't you? Let's grab a snack before we get ready for bed. After all, you've got to keep your strength up." Margaret heated up two leftover hot dogs and served them each another cold beer. When they finished eating Margaret looked Richard over. "You look like you've been through the wringer. I think you need a shower before bed. Yes, that is exactly what you need. It will perk you right up. I do want you to be perky." Margaret fetched a couple of clean bath towels from the linen closed, and motioned for Richard to follow her outside. He did feel a little stronger after eating something, and hoped a shower would help prepare him for whatever Margaret had planned, unless what she had planned involved the shower, as with Betty this afternoon. Margaret stripped and turned on the water. Richard unfastened his towel and hung it up. When he turned around, Margaret stood waiting, soap in hand. "Do me first." He lathered up his hands and began washing Margaret's back, buttocks, and the back of her legs. He made sure to let his fingers work a little in the crack of her behind, following it a little ways between her legs, stopping to lather up frequently. She inhaled sharply at the touch. When she turned around he started with her face, carefully working around her eyes so as to not get soap in them. Once he finished with her face he rinsed his hands and carefully rinsed the soap off of her. With the next lathering he began on her chest, paying particular attention to her breasts, watching her reaction all the time. He knew he was doing it right when she closed her eyes. His hands worked down her abdomen, then made a detour to go down the front of her legs. Her eyes popped open. "Don't worry, Margaret. I'll get there." Richard's Rules Ch. 03 As his touch wandered up her thighs her eyes closed again. Finally he reached her curly red hair, worked his fingers through it and into the folds below, slowly, deliberately. She made a little sigh of pleasure. "Do you feel clean yet?" "Oh, yes. Now let's clean you up. I want you nice and clean." She washed his back, and reached under to touch the bottom of his scrotum along the way. Turning him around she rubbed the bar of soap on his chest and abdomen, and proceeded to work it into a lather with her hands. Eventually there was only one place left to clean. "This is what needs cleaning the most. It certainly has been a lot of places today, hasn't it?" She lathered her hands and seemed to enjoy rubbing and gently squeezing her prize, growing harder by the moment. A light pull on the scrotum finished the job. "There, now. We can get it all good and clean now." When she used her hands to rinse the soap off his breath quickened, and she noticed. "Oh, no you don't. We've got to save it for inside." She gave him one more quick rinse with cold water and turned the water off. "Dry me." He knew what to do, and what she wanted him to pay particular attention to. She dried him, and took down her clothes and his towel. "There's no sense in putting these on, we're only going to take them right off again, aren't we?" "You're in charge." "Yes! I am!" They entered the back door, went through the kitchen and straight to her room. She already had the bed turned down in preparation, and motioned him toward it. Stretching out next to him, she ran her hands over his body; it didn't take much for his arousal to be complete. She wrapped her hand around it, and slid her body on top of him with his hardness trapped between them. She touched his nose with an index finger and whispered in his ear, "Do you know why I wanted you to be so clean?" He shook his head 'no'. "It's because I'm a baaad girl, and I want to try something very...very... bad. Something I've heard about, but never done before. I expect you probably have done it, but this is my first time, and I intend to enjoy it." She kissed his lips and face while her hands wandered over him. Her kisses moved to his chest, sucking on his nipples, and tracing them with her tongue, just like he had done to her. Lower her kisses moved, with particular attention to his navel with her lips and tongue. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations and was conscious of the increase in his heart rate. Lower and lower she went, until she kissed in his pubic hair all around where he stood at attention. He was really ready. With only a slight hesitation, she kissed around the base of his member, and under to the scrotum, where she used her tongue. Using her hand to steady him, she kissed her way up his shaft, covering the top, sides and underside until she reached the head. Richard began to gasp for breath. "Oh God, Margaret. What are you doing? I can't take much of that." "Well, now you know what it feels like for me when you kiss my special place," she said as she took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. His body tensed, and she let go for a moment. "Let me know when it's time. Give me a signal. I don't think I want that in my mouth. Promise?" He nodded. She went back to work on the head, and took a little of the shaft in also, her eyes fixed on his face. Whenever she saw him press his head back into the pillow she backed off a little, waited for a few moments before swirling her tongue and lowering her head once more. The pleasure was intense for him, and it showed, as his eyes closed and he threw his head back hard against the pillow, gasping. After a few cycles of in, swirl and out he knew he had had enough so he tapped her shoulder, and she pulled him out of her mouth and watched it spurt as she continued to hold him in her hand, with her head on his chest. "Did you like that, Richard? Was it as good as other times?" "Words can't describe how I felt, and no, I've never done that before. I've always been a giver, never a receiver. Where did you learn that?" "I know you guys have certain kinds of books that you circulate among yourselves. Well, we have those kinds of books, too. Very educational, wouldn't you say?" He grinned and nodded. "Sometimes in the books they let it happen in their mouth. I wonder what it tastes like." She raised her head and found a little puddle on his abdomen. Sticking out her tongue she barely touched the liquid with the tip of her tongue, worked her tongue around in her mouth a little, and then dragged her tongue through it more completely for a better taste. "Not at all like I thought it would be. Thick and kind of salty. Interesting. Maybe I'll try letting it happen in my mouth if I ever do this again. It might be kind of exciting to feel and taste it hot." "It was hot alright! You are full of surprises, Margaret." "So, how do I taste? Do you like it?" "I don't know if I can describe how you taste. I guess it is somewhat salty, too, and. yes, I like it. A lot. The musky smell that goes with it seems to enhance the taste for me. It seems like every girl is different." They lay beside each other for a few minutes while Richard recovered somewhat. Margaret finally got up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wet wash cloth to clean him up as she stood beside him. Then, folding the cloth, she laid it on the glass top of the bedside table, beside the lamp. "You know, that got me sort of excited myself - just watching your reactions. Come here." When he stood she gave him a quick kiss she fondled him, using her fingers to coax him back to life, then turned and bent over the bed. "It's my turn. Do you think you are up for it?" His usual fast recovery was slowing noticeably as the weekend progressed but she managed to get him at least partially hard again, even if he wasn't ready to ejaculate. "I think so. A little softer than usual, but I think I can manage." He leaned over her back and slid his semi-hardness into her from behind. It was not something he did often, but he knew what to do. They were soon going thrust for thrust, and he reached around her to hold her breasts. He wrapped his hand around them and let his thumbs play with the nipples until he felt her climax, then held the soft orbs in his hands until she was ready to get up. She sighed with pleasure. "Very good. A nice little climax. Thank you. I like it like that once in a while." She tumbled onto the bed, pulling him with her and again they lay side by side, and let their hands lightly run over each other. "Richard, why do you sometimes ask us to close our eyes?" "Well, I figure we have five senses. Sight is the one we have the most control over. It seems to me that if one eliminates sight that gives greater awareness of the others. I think it makes you more aware of how things feel and heightens anticipation, which should increase your pleasure. And, pleasing you is exciting for me, also." "I never thought of that." She considered for a moment. " I'd like to try it, sort of with a twist. How about you close your eyes and touch me while I watch you. I'd like to see if you feel any more yourself. See what I mean? If you like touching me, with your eyes closed it should be even better for you. Does that make sense? Let's do it. Besides, I think I'm ready for a bigger climax than I just had. That was just a warm up." She paused. "You know, I'm not usually quite this active, if you know what I mean, but you do something to me that drives me to it. Believe it or not, at school I'm not considered to be 'fast'. Doris now, everyone knows she's fast. Anyway, close your eyes and let's get started. That is, unless you don't think you can find your way around my body without looking," she laughed. Richard closed his eyes, took a deep breath to relax, and began to let his hands roam over her. It was true, he thought. He often had the girls close their eyes to experience greater pleasure, but he had never tried it himself. The sight of a female body was exciting enough to him, yet there really was something to it. While he enjoyed the sight of a woman's body he found his own sense of touch heightened, and he discovered curves and valleys on her body he had never noticed before. He concentrated on what her nipples felt like, and just how much of a breast he could hold in his hand. He leaned over and took as much of a breast in his mouth as he could, swirling his tongue around the nipple. He enjoyed the sensation of it, not just the touch of her nipple with his tongue, but a whiff of female scent as well. She gave a little moan of pleasure as she watched his face. One of his hands crept lower until he could twist red pubic hair around his fingers and explore the hidden fleshy folds. His fingers slid up and down the valley, and found the precious nub; she moaned some more, and opened her legs wider to give him total access. With a quick shift of position he knelt between her legs. At first he used two hands to massage her entire vulva, pressing, kneading, and rubbing. He was aware of her lubrication, and how she seemed to be getting very, very excited. He was, too. Her scent was much more noticeable. This was another new experience for him. He spread her lips apart and rubbed the inside of each, inserted two fingers into her, plunging in and out several times and then took them out. Lowering his head, he began to use his tongue where his fingers had been only moments before, sliding between those already sopping lips. He took one lip in his mouth, clamped it tight with his mouth, and sucked on it while he rubbed his tongue over it. He heard her inhale sharply. His tongue worked its way into her. She rotated her hips up so her could reach deeper, and he thrust his tongue in and withdrew it again and again. Spreading her lips wide apart with his fingers, he laid his tongue flat over the entrance to her inner secrets and slowly dragged it up the valley, fingers and tongue forcing her lips apart as his tongue reached higher. He felt her body begin to tremble as he neared his goal, the blue pearl. He clamped his mouth over the hood covering it, sucked, and pulled it outward. When it was stretched he worked his tongue under it until it found the root of her pleasure. The touch of his tongue on the tip of the bare clitoris almost made her cry out. He knew better than to keep in contact with it for very long, so withdrew and repeated the tongue-lap process again. Her body began to writhe beneath him, and his full hardness returned. It really was amazingly exciting with his eyes closed. He heard each breath she took, felt each quiver of her body. Her woman smell was even more intoxicating than he had ever noticed before, and he inhaled it deeply. He sensed she was ready to explode. Margaret had watched his face, and could see the pleasure spreading across it. She saw his breathing quicken along with hers. She wondered if he would climax, maybe even climax first. That would not do. 'It had better be me first, by golly!' she thought. With one last trip around the vulva by his tongue she couldn't stand it any longer. His face was contorted with pleasure, pleasure from pleasing her! She must have him, NOW. Reaching down, she grabbed his shoulders to pull him up to a coupling position. She reached for him to guide him in, but her touch was nearly the last straw for him and he plunged in up to the hilt, slamming hard against her. His hands continued their magic on her breasts and she continued to writhe. Fireworks went off in her head; she was burning, burning. When would it stop? No, don't ever stop! In the writhing of her ecstasy he slipped out and with a groan he collapsed onto her, his own nearly dry climax trapped between them. Their senses were so overcome that neither of them heard the scream that escaped her when she threw her head back. They lay as if glued together, as if the seed he had spilled between them bonded their bodies onto one. Time lost all meaning until their senses returned. They were brought out of their reverie by a knocking on the door. "Is everything all right in there? Nobody's hurt?" Margaret managed to gasp out "Go...back...to bed...Doris!" Then Margaret began to laugh. Her laugh was contagious. Belly to belly they laughed together. Laughed until the bed shook. "I don't know what you two had for a snack, but I want some!" "I said, go back to bed. Leave us alone." "You don't have to get all huffy. I was just concerned for your welfare." Margret reached down on the floor, picked up a slipper, and threw it at the door. With the thud of the shoe Doris retreated, "All right, all right. I'm going." They kissed again, and she ran her tongue over his tongue and lips. "So that's what I taste like? Not too bad. Different from yours, though." Richard rolled off of Margaret. She reached over to the bedside table and picked up the wet washcloth she had used earlier. "Now look what you've done. Another cleanup job is needed." "I couldn't believe how fast that came on, or the fact that it came on at all for me. The effect of closing my eyes was really different. Wow." "And I couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch you get excited. Want to try it again?" He closed his eyes. "If we don't stop I'll be dead. I don't have an ounce of energy left." "Guess we'll have to save it for the morning, huh?" He didn't hear her; he had already drifted off to into exhausted sleep. (In Chapter 4 the weekend draws to a close. Did Richard survive?) Richard's Rules Ch. 04 The girls have one last turn with Richard before he leaves, and Lisa has a surprise for him. ***** Richard's Rules Chapter 4 - Sunday Morning He awoke to a nude Margaret bringing some coffee and a plate with two pieces of toast smeared with jelly. "Sorry, I'm not much of a cook. This is about what I can manage for breakfast. When you get up, maybe you can cook up some eggs like yesterday. I still can't believe there is a man who can actually cook." Richard folded the toast pieces in half and wolfed them down, and washed the toast down with gulps of coffee. "Whoa, there pardner! Don't you get sick from eating too fast! I've still got plans for you." "You'd better let me eat more than this if I have to keep up with you all morning." "You can have more breakfast soon. I just wanted to bring you something to tide you over." She took the empty plate and cup from him, and placed them beside the bed on the table. "I know Lisa and Emily have dibs later this morning. But that only starts after we are finished here. We have some unfinished business. We need to do it proper one time. We spent so much time experimenting last night that we never got a chance to really do it properly. Come, make proper love to me." He was puzzled by what 'making proper love' entailed, but thought he might have an inkling of what she was after. 'At last, something relatively ordinary' he thought. Not that intimacy was ever ordinary, but sometimes the familiar is just what is needed. Margaret sat on the bed beside him. They embraced, kissed and toppled over onto their sides. The lovemaking was soft and unhurried. He entered her and they moved together, building slowly. Their eyes were alternately closed, feeling everything, and open, watching the enjoyment of the other. After a good night's sleep they were ready. They built and built until they felt lifted up and drank the nectar of the gods together for a few brief moments before they relaxed in each other's arms, completely satisfied. "I hate to let you go, Richard. I'm selfish. I want you to stay in here with me. I think I could stay in bed with you all day and not get tired of it." "The perfect experience is one that satisfies yet leaves one wanting more. You leave me wanting more, too. I've said it before. You are an amazing woman, Margaret. I can truly say I have never met another like you, and likely never will again. This weekend has been one hell of a ride." "It's not over for you yet. I don't know what Doris and Betty plan to do, but I do know my baby sister and Emily covet your presence before you go. They have you reserved from ten to noon. I don't know what they want from you but, jeez, be gentle with them. But I don't need to tell you that, do I? You've already demonstrated sensitivity to their inexperience. Maybe you'd better get some more to eat." Richard wrapped his towel around himself and padded barefoot after a still naked Margaret into the kitchen. Lisa and Emily, still in pajamas and nightgown, sat at the table eating bowls of frosted flakes. "Have a nightmare, sis? That was a blood curdling scream last night." Lisa directed her best effort at a leer at Richard as Margaret retorted "Oh, shut up." Richard made some eggs and bacon as he had the previous morning while Margaret set the table for breakfast and poured juice. He could have eaten everything he prepared all by himself. Doris and Betty, each wearing only panties, strode in and stretched. Doris said to Margaret "With all the screaming last night I thought maybe you needed some help. You know I'm always ready to help out in situations like that!" "Oh, go sit on your thumb." Lisa slapped her hand on the table and guffawed while Emily looked quizzically at Margaret and Betty blushed. "Sit on my thumb? I've never tried that. Does it feel good?" Margaret turned crimson while Lisa howled and Betty tried to hide her laugh behind her hand. Emily still looked lost. Richard felt himself stirring under his towel at the sight of the semi-nude girls gathered in the kitchen and turned his head to focus on cooking. As they all ate he chatted with the younger girls while the three older ones conspired together in whispers. When all had finished he washed his plate and juice glass. Margaret graciously offered to do the rest of the dishes and Doris tapped him on the shoulder. Before she could say anything Lisa called out. "Hey! We've got him this morning. I called it!" Doris looked askance at her. "What time did you mention? Ten? And what time is it now? Nine-fifteen? We've got him for forty five minutes." "Well, you'd better not wear him out. I want him fresh." "Okay, you little twit. You remind me of my little sister." Lisa stuck her tongue out at Doris and gave her a 'Bronx cheer'. Doris put her hands on the back of Richard's shoulders and pushed him towards the bedroom where Betty had gone to wait. "There's no time to waste," she was heard to say as she closed the door behind her. Once inside the room she and Betty stood before him with their arms crossed, Doris in rather scanty yellow panties, and Betty sporting a more modest pair of white. Doris indicated she and Margaret had been talking. "So, you brought Margaret to a climax with just your tongue, huh? You only gave us a little taste of that, no pun intended. Here's what we want. We want you to do for us what you did for Margaret." "Remember, I won't tell what I do with another girl, so you'll have to tell me what you want me to do." Doris sighed. "Those stupid rules. Okay. We want you to use your tongue - put it inside us, touch our special place, all the things you did with Margaret. Make us want to scream. Is that enough detail of what we want?" Richard nodded. 'Oh, and both of us at the same time." Richard's jaw dropped. "How can I do that?" "You're a clever boy, I'm sure you'll figure a way." As she spoke the two of them had pushed off their panties and sat on the edge of Betty's bed. He momentarily considered how to start, but Doris took the initiative and ripped his towel off. "No fair for you to wear something if we're not." He had them lie down side by side, touching at the hips and legs. In that position he could straddle one leg of each and still be able to easily reach their side-by-side already glistening vulvas. "Close your eyes, ladies. I think it will work better that way." When their eyes were closed he leaned over them to kiss them each, all about the face and neck, going from one to the other. Hands and lips moved down to their breasts, and he gave each nipple a lot of tongue play while his hands, one on each of the two girls, wandered farther south. They were so different, different textures of pubic hair, different size lips; Doris had a clitoris well hidden under a fleshy hood, while Betty's was easily coaxed up out of its hiding place to poke out like a miniature penis well above her black patch of hair. His fingers worked until they were well lubricated before he brought his tongue into action. As he did with Margaret, he took individual lips into his mouth, sucking and pulling. He ran the flat of his tongue over the stretched surfaces. The girls turned and rotated their hips so his tongue could enter them. He listened for their breathing and felt their body shudders as he spread the lips apart and ran the flat of his tongue slowly upward, turning his attention from one to the other. One hand caressed and squeezed a breast on each of them. He wrapped his lips around Doris's clitoral hood and sucked, bringing forth a squeal. He took Betty's protruding clit between his lips and pulled, then curled his tongue under and around it as he had done the previous day. She gasped and trembled. Working from one to the other he repeated the sequence for each, while his hands continued tending to their breasts - kneading, pulling gently on nipples, tracing the outline of the entire breast, tracing the areole - and also using what he knew about other erogenous zones on each of them. He had to lie flat on their legs as he had no hand to support himself. Periodically he inserted a finger or two into them and made some curling motions with the heel of each hand on a mons and a thumb toying with a clit while he slid upward and used a tongue on nipples. Then his hands and tongue switched places and he worked the labia and clitoris of each with his lips and tongue while fingers explored inside them. Doris came first. With a mighty shudder she moaned loudly, gasped several times and her body tensed as her vagina spasmed rhythmically and squeezed his fingers inside her. While she slowly came down from the plateau he expended more effort on the vulva and majestic clitoris of Betty. As she climaxed he felt gushes of hot fluid coating his tongue and almost filling his mouth. She threw her free leg around him and used both hands to pull his mouth tighter against her and she moaned as wave after wave passed over her, until she went limp. Richard stretched out half on each of them. He could move his head from side to side to kiss them, and could fondle one breast each until the two women were completely exhausted. Doris asked "do you want me to do what Margaret did for you last night? I've done it before and have perfected my own technique. I don't mind if you come in my mouth, in fact I kind of like it sometimes. It's just that the idea of this weekend has been to focus on our pleasure. Lord knows, guys rarely give me anything close to what I've felt the last couple of days. If you come down and visit us at school I promise to make up for it. As the hostess I'll show you a good time!" "I'll bet you would, Doris." A knock on the door indicated it was ten o'clock, so Richard arose and left the room. Doris moaned "Don't go. They can wait." "Sorry, Doris. I wish I could spend more time with you two." Lisa stood before him wearing only a pink bra and panty set. "Come upstairs with us. Now," she demanded as she pointed to the stairs. "Umm, I had better make a detour to the bathroom first." "You're taking up our valuable time." "Trust me, your experience will be much more pleasant after I've washed a bit. I don't think I will take too long." "All right. Be quick and come upstairs when you are done. We have a surprise for you." Richard peed and washed his face and rinsed out his mouth several times, eliminating any smells and tastes of Doris and Betty that could prove to be a distraction. When done he dried his face and mounted the stairs to the small attic bedroom as he fastened his towel around his waist. Beneath the sloping ceiling he saw there was enough room for two twin beds with a night table in between. A small chest of drawers took up most of the wall next to the stairs, and sunlight poured in from the single window. Lisa and Emily sat on one of the beds, waiting, and stood up as he entered the room. Each of them had already removed her bra and promptly removed panties as well when he entered the room. The sunlight from the window fell mostly on Lisa's side of the room, so when she had turned to remove her underwear the bright light illuminated her breasts from the side; the play of light and shadow reminded him of half-moons, and her shock of pubic hair glowed a fiery red. Richard inhaled sharply at the sight. Emily glanced over at Lisa, wondering what had caught Richard's attention. Richard recalled Emily's comment from the other day and turned to her. "Emily, are you sure you want us to be here? You said yesterday that the bedroom was for sleeping or sex. I don't think you are going to sleep, are you?" Emily gave a little giggle, turned toward Lisa and reached out for her friend's hand. "No, I think I'm ready for the other." "Me, too," Lisa added. "Here's the surprise." At a nod from Lisa they each reached behind them and picked up something from the bed. Triumphantly they each held up a square foil package with flat circular contents. "We want you to be the first for us and are willing to use these. We know you will be gentle and sensitive." "I invoke Rule Number Two. You may think this is what you want, but I'm not ready to be your first. Ideally you should have that experience with someone who loves you. I think everyone's first time should be with someone who is special to them. Maybe it will be next year in college. Maybe it won't be until you're married. That's your decision. My decision, however, is that I don't want to ruin some other lucky guy's experience with you." Lisa stamped her foot in frustration. "This is the best chance we have. I don't want to do it in the back seat of a car or something. That's why we got these...things...to keep us safe. I want to do it right here, right now!" "That attitude worked the other night because only touching was involved. I won't be pressured into having sex with either of you." He paused and added "But, hey, that doesn't mean we can't have a great time with our last two hours, does it?" Lisa threw her arms around his neck and drew him in for a deep kiss, exploring the use of tongue. When she let him go she plopped down and sprawled across her bed. He thought she looked beautiful with the sunlight playing over her small body, light so bright it even illuminated the fine hairs on her arm. He sat next to her and she threw her arms around his neck and pulled her body up to his, rubbing one breast against his chest. When she realized Emily was left standing there, she reached around behind Richard and patted the bed. "Come on Em, there's room for all of us. Now that we know what is NOT going to happen, let's enjoy what CAN happen!" Emily remembered the wonderful feelings she had the day before, but was still a little hesitant to just dive in. She sat timidly on the other side of Richard with her legs pressed tightly together. She didn't sit as close to him as Lisa and didn't lie down on the bed at first, her conflicted emotions evident. Should she or shouldn't she? "Come on, Em. Just do like yesterday. We can take turns again. Go ahead Richard, give her a turn." Richard feasted his eyes on Emily's figure, now also illuminated by the sunlight. Her chestnut curly thatch, as yet barely visible peeking out from between her clenched legs, just begged to be explored. He pulled her closer, kissed her, and rubbed her shoulders to relax her, his hands gradually sliding up and down her arms. Her eyes closed and he continued on her arms until he felt her tension gradually melt away. Lisa pulled him back to her. She was ready to play, her hand roaming over his chest, and turning her body so he could easily touch her breasts while she lay across the bed. He cupped one soft cone in his hand, rubbed his thumb over the puffy nipple, and was rewarded with a soft moan. Before he got too carried away with Lisa, he turned back to Emily, who this time leaned her body closer for a kiss. She closed her eyes during the kiss and he rubbed her back and then ran his fingers through her hair. Her body language indicated she wanted more. His hands caressed up and down her arms again before cupping her breasts. She made a little squeal of delight, and her hands flew to his, holding them onto her breasts, enjoying the sensation of his warm hands cradling them. Lisa would have none of that, however, and pulled his shoulders until he once again was turned toward her. Between his earlier caresses on her breasts and watching him with Emily her breathing had already begun to quicken. While kissing her he started with her breasts again and moved his hand slowly down toward her fiery red patch. When he reached it she eagerly parted her legs and urged him on to further exploration with an upward tilt of her hips. Her soft flesh yielded under his touch, and she moved her hips so he would touch where she wanted him to. She began to squirm as he traced her slit and felt for her clitoral hood. Emily, now in the spirit of things, tapped him on the shoulder. Reluctantly he left Lisa and held one of Emily's breasts in his hand. He leaned over to kiss it, swirling his tongue around the nipple, and she made more little pleasure sounds. Still using his tongue on her breast his touch wandered to her brown thatch and her legs relaxed and opened. Her large moist labia were quite swollen, protruding from their hairy lair, opening like flower petals, begging to be touched. When he did, she began to make little whimpering sounds, and at last fell backwards on the bed. Lisa took that opportunity to pull him back around to herself. His tongue joined the exploration of the red patch and teased the hidden clitoris. She got a wild look in her eye. When he kissed her breasts again one hand remained behind to continue exploration of her slit. She threw him back on the bed, laying close beside him, and pulled his head up to lock her lips on his and suck his tongue into her mouth. When she sensed Emily trying to get his attention again she raised her head and blurted out "Not now Emily!" Emily was so startled by the frenzied tone of her friend's voice that she withdrew her hand and shrunk back. Lisa's hands went wild over his face, chest, legs, and arms. His fingers explored her deeper, touching the entrance to her vagina, even briefly barely entering it while his thumb rubbed her nub. She threw one of her legs over his, trapping the back of his hand against a leg to keep his fingers pressed into the length of her slit and against her vaginal entrance. She ground her mons against his fingers. He moved his kisses from her mouth to her breasts again and took almost an entire breast into his mouth. He sucked on a puffy nipple while his fingers continued to work their magic. Briefly he traced the entrance to her vagina again and she began to spasm and gasp, grinding herself harder against him until her body tensed one last time. Her entire body turned bright red. Richard knew the look. It was the look of what was probably her first real orgasm. Her fists pounded on his back as she gave out a loud moan, and, at last clutched him tight until her passion subsided and she rolled over on her back, eyes closed, breathing heavily and glistening with perspiration. Richard's towel had come loose while he played with Lisa, and he didn't notice it slipping completely off his now raging erection as he turned to Emily. When he finally turned to Emily, her eyes were wide from the spectacle she had just witnessed. Richard studied her for a moment, gauging what she was ready for. He decided to back up a little, and kissed her with a hand resting on her waist. As she relaxed again he leaned over and took as much of one breast in his mouth as he could. His lips and tongue played with her nipple, his lips pulling, tongue tracing around it. His fingers found those wonderful swollen nether lips, and once again they opened again like flower petals to his touch. He was rewarded with a gush of moisture when he pulled on them and slid a finger between them. Her whimpering sounds returned, but louder. He bent to trail his kisses from her breasts to her navel and on to those pouting lips. When he kissed them she quivered. When his tongue found her pleasure nub, nestled below its protective covering, she gasped. His hands and mouth covered her, alternating between her breasts and those wonderful kissable labia. He pulled one of them into his mouth, sucked on it and slid the flat of his tongue over it. Her hips began to thrust up against him. He returned to her mouth and kissed her and caressed a breast as he laid a hand flat over her heat, applying pressure on the clitoris hidden below and touched the entrance to her vagina. She continued to thrust up against his hand and he pressed a finger downward between the fleshy folds, and ground the heel of his hand over her throbbing clit. Her body bucked and convulsed and grunting sounds escaped her mouth. She grabbed him around the head and pulled his mouth tighter between her labia and urged his tongue deeper. Her other hand reached to grip his leg, but found his hardness instead, squeezing it hard until her passion began to subside. When she finally realized what she was holding she jerked her hand away as if she had been holding a hot fireplace poker. Richard's Rules Ch. 04 Lisa watched her friend have her first real orgasm also, and saw her grip him in the throes of passion. When Emily let go of his now solidly erect member, Lisa reached over and took it in her hand, holding it lightly and examining it as Richard concentrated on helping Emily handle her first orgasm. "What are you doing, Lisa?" he asked when he finally realized that she was doing it deliberately. Lisa smiled and gripped a little harder. "How does that feel?" "Oooh. You girls aren't supposed to do that. That's for the older ones." "Why?" "If you hold a guy like that something might happen." "Like you said the other night at the picnic table?" "Yes." Emily's eyes finally opened, and focused on what her friend was doing. "Why are you doing that? What might happen?" "Help me and you'll see." Emily hesitantly reached out a hand to him. He closed his eyes and shuddered at the touch of another hand on him. Lisa noticed. "You do like that, don't you?" "Oh, boy, do I!" "Does it make you feel the same way you make us feel?" "It must be a lot like that, yes." "What do you say, Em? Should we?" "Should we what?" "Make him feel like he makes us feel." "Oh, yes!" Emily rolled on her side and began to touch him, very tentatively and lightly, her fingers brushing I up and down. Lisa moved her touch a little lower, holding his sac in her hand. "Be gentle there, Lisa, Don't squeeze." "Why?" "Because it will hurt. Really bad. Really, really bad." "Is it okay if I just rub?" He nodded. Lisa held him and gently rubbed and fondled him, examining the contents with her fingers, while Emily explored above, turning his erection this way and that to look at it from all angles. "It's not the same all the way around," she observed. "I would have thought it would be, I don't know, like a rod or cylinder or something. Perfectly round." With her fingertip she traced blue veins the length of it. At a signal from Lisa they switched places; Emily moved lower to gently hold and caress, while Lisa took over above. She wasn't as tentative as Emily had been. She squeezed. She held it in two hands and moved her hands up and down and watched how the skin stretched. Her fingers played over the head, pulling on it, and felt it begin to throb and twitch. Their free hands roamed his face, chest, and hair, just as he did for them. Lisa tweaked a nipple on his chest and he moaned. "Oooh, Richard, is it going to happen soon?" "Yes. You'd better stop." "Why? Don't you like it?" "Oh, god, I love it. It's just that some girls tend to be frightened the first time they see it happen, so you'd better stop. Please." "Do you really want us to stop?" "God, no. But it would be better if you would." "They're your rules. If you want us to stop, just say so." Richard put his hands to his head and groaned. "If you don't stop right now it's going to happen." "What do you think, Em? Should we stop?" "Listen to him. He's panting like we were! Let's see what happens!" The two of them gripped him, squeezing, rubbing, twisting, and turning. Lisa sucked on a nipple. With a final moan he exploded. The girls squealed with delight as they watched him erupt, and they kept their grips on him until he the eruptions subsided. As he ejaculated, he pulled them both to him and kissed them both, from one to the other, and held them tight, one on each side of him. Emily said "that kiss tasted funny." Lisa laughed. "That was you." "You mean I was...? Eew." Richard noted "Your taste is not at all disagreeable. I rather like it." Lisa, still playing with Richard, brought Emily's attention back to him. "That wasn't so scary, was it, Em?" "Uh, uh." Emily examined her wet hand. "It's sort of sticky, though. Yuk." Lisa stuck a finger in the puddle in his navel. "So, Richard, this is the stuff that goes inside a girl? This is what goes in one of those round things we had? Is that how they work?" He nodded yes to all her questions. "I want to see how it works, don't you, Em? Aren't you curious?" Emily picked up the packets from the bed and handed them to Richard. Lisa propped herself up on an elbow. "Okay. Show us." Richard tore open the packets and removed the condoms. He pulled one open so they could see how it was made. They passed it back and forth, and practiced stretching it. "Okay. We see what it looks like. Now show us how it works," Lisa said as she handed him the second unwrapped condom. He placed it on the tip of his member and rolled it down the length of it. "This is how it goes on." The girls each touched his condom-clad member and it throbbed back into a semi-erection once more. "It really stays on during all that activity that goes on?" "Yes, but it is better if you wait until the guy is really hard just to be sure it's tight. Go ahead, give it a tug. See if you can pull it off." Lisa pinched the loose tip and pulled, to find that it only stretched. Emily put her fingers around the head and tried to slide it off. "Here's how you can take it off if it doesn't come loose after it is used," he said as he unrolled the condom part way and then slid it off. "Sometimes the guy will get smaller and soft right away and it will slip off easily, although you have to be careful not to spill anything." "Let us try one!" Lisa said excitedly. Richard rolled the first condom up and handed it to her. She put it tight over the head of his penis and began to unroll it. "Leave a little room at the end." "Oh yeah, stuff has to have somewhere to go, huh?" "Yeah." She removed it, pinched the end and tried again. Once correctly in place she began to unroll it down the shaft, but stopped part way down. "You try it, Em." "I don't know..." "Come on, Em. It never hurts to learn something, even if you never use it." "Okay." Emily tentatively began to unroll it. Richard said "Go ahead. You can't break anything." Emily laughed, circled his shaft with her fingers and unrolled the condom the rest of the way. Lisa removed it as Richard had demonstrated and examined it closely. "Interesting. Wow, Em, look at all we've learned this weekend. Who'd have thought a beach weekend could be so educational!" Emily fell back onto the bed laughing. Emily watched as Lisa practiced putting the condom on and taking it off for a while as he tried to recover. On. Off. On. Off. "Are you having fun?" he asked. "Actually, yes!" Margaret's voice came up from downstairs. "Hey you guys up there! It's time! We've got to get Richard back! If you are undressed don't bother to dress, just bring your clothes with you." With a groan the girls got up, kissed him, and went downstairs, taking their clothes with them. He wiped himself off with his towel, fastened it around his waist and followed down stairs. All five girls stood in the living room, undressed, waiting for him. Margaret had his clothes in her hand. "We thought we'd give you a last goodbye before we gave you your clothes back. You can give us back our towel now." He tossed it on the sofa as Doris stood with her hands on her hips. "One last thing, Richard. Hey, girls, let's line up facing him." Everyone was curious to see what Doris had in mind. "We don't have a lot of time," Margaret reminded her. "This will just take a sec. Okay, Richard, you've just spend the weekend with us. I think you know our bodies pretty well by now. I'm wondering, if you could assemble one ideal girl from our bodies, what would you choose from each of us?" "That's a game I don't play. I think you are all beautiful just as you are. I think all women are beautiful in one way or another." "So, you are going to be diplomatic about it, eh? Okay, here's what I think. I think we would start with my basic frame - tall and slender, although maybe not quite as tall as me. I think we should keep my hair, too. Guys seem to have a special fondness for blondes. But, I am much too pale, so we need another complexion. Betty's would be great, except it is too dark to go with the blond hair, so maybe something between Betty and Emily for coloring. Eyes...I think we would use Margaret's green ones. Let's take Betty's nose and Emily's lips. Moving down, I would take Lisa's tits." Lisa glared at Doris and showed a hint of embarrassment as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Come on, Lisa. Put your hands down. Just look at them - a little small but all perky and with that really neat cone shape. And those nipples! I wish I had had some like that sometime during my development. I think guys would really like to play with them. Remember that, Lisa when you get off to college in the fall. Guys need a chance to play with them. Now, for a tummy I would pick Betty's. Nice flat shape, elegant belly-button." "There's no such thing as an elegant belly-button," Betty retorted. "Yes there is." Doris traced Betty's belly-button with a finger. "This is about as elegant as you can get. Now things get interesting. We definitely need Betty's clit." Betty turned redder than she had any other time during the weekend. "I mean, have you seen it? The thing sticks out like the eraser end of a pencil. Come on, Betty, doesn't it feel pretty wonderful to have it played with?" If possible Betty turned even redder. "I know I wish I had one like that. I mean, what I've got is really neat and fun to play with, but I can only imagine what a huge one like yours would feel like." Doris turned to Emily. "As for pussy, we would need Emily's." Emily blushed and tried to cover herself with her hand. "Come on, Emily. It's magnificent! Wow. If I had Betty's clit and Emily's pussy lips I think I would walk around with my hand down my pants all day. What an exquisite combo! Of course, the front needs a back, so we need Margaret's magnificent ass. A thing of rare beauty." "Get off it, Doris. I'm just like everyone else. There's nothing special." "Are you serious? You really don't know? Guys drool over your butt. Just the other day I was talking to three guys outside the house when you come back from class. When you went inside three sets of eyes followed you, and there was one low whistle. 'That's one fine ass,' one of them said, halfway to himself, but the others heard and nodded agreement. Margaret was dumbfounded. "I don't believe it." "Okay, when we get back you just ask any guy on campus who has the finest ass and most would declare it is you. For the final piece we need legs, but since we have several fine pair I can't decide whose to use." Margaret was quick to reply "your own." "Nah. I think we can do better." "Margaret is right," Betty added. "You have long legs that look like they could have been models for Greek or Roman goddess statues. Very shapely." Doris was somewhat surprised that the others nodded in acquiescence. Margaret added "I'll bet that if you asked guys at school who has the shapeliest legs on campus..." "All right, all right. I get your point. So Richard, what do you think of my analysis?" "You missed something." Doris furrowed her brow. "I thought I covered everything." "You missed Betty's dimples. They are gorgeous." Betty gave a large pleased smile, displaying the mentioned dimples. Doris looked at Betty. "You know, I think you are right. I hadn't considered. So, now what do you think?" "I stand on my original statement, although I will admit that you have built a rather interesting woman." Doris said in half seriousness "Yes. If I had the body I just described I'd definitely walk around with one hand down my pants and one inside my shirt feeling my tits." Emily tried not to laugh, but snorted. Margaret rolled her eyes. Betty's mouth hung open. Lisa held a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. Richard laughed out loud. "I say! I thought I'd heard it all back in the locker room. I never suspected that girls talked like I have heard this weekend. This weekend has been an education for me, too." When the laughter died down Margaret said "We really have to go." Doris came up to Richard and pulled his head against her chest. "Damn, I wish I could take you back with me. What fun we would have!" "We sure would, Doris." Betty threw her arms around his neck, opened her legs slightly so his shaft slipped between them, and ground her pelvis against his. She whispered in his ear "can you feel it?" When Richard nodded she sighed softly but said out loud "Thanks, Richard. It's been a blast." He kissed her and said "I'd like to have another dance sometime." Betty nodded and displayed her trademark dimples once again. Emily hugged him around the waist with one arm and put her head on his shoulder as she laid her other hand on his chest. "Goodbye. I still wish you could be the first for me." He stroked her hair and kissed her on top of her head. "Keep your innocence as long as you can, Emily. Remember, you don't have to do anything until you are ready." Lisa put an arm around him and snaked a hand down to grip his manhood. "Lisa!" Margaret barked. Lisa turned her head and stuck her tongue out at her sister but removed her hand, then turned back to him and rubbed her breasts against him "Always remember the rules, Lisa." "I will. No one will take advantage of me now." She gave him another hug. "'Bye. I'll miss you." "I'll miss you, too Lisa. I'll miss you all. This has been quite a weekend, one I'll surely never forget. You are all beautiful." Doris' expression perked up. "I have an idea. Why don't we just throw him in the trunk of the car and take him back with us? What do you say?" "It's time to go, Doris." Doris made a mock pout. Margaret gave him his clothes. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. "I'll especially never forget you, Margaret." With one hand he stroked his cheek. "Say, do those hand prints still show on my face?" She drew herself up for a sharp reply, but he grabbed her around the waist and kissed her again, hard, before she could get a word out, bending her backwards, much to the delight of the others. One of her feet came off the floor. Finally she broke away and said "I've never been kissed like that before. All right, you'd better put your clothes on so we can go before I decide to belt you again!" After they all had dressed they piled into Margaret's car. Richard sat in the back between Lisa and Emily, who rested their heads on his shoulders. The three others sat on the front seat. They found Joel, Frank and Eddie waiting by his car as they pulled up at the appointed time. He wearily got out and Lisa handed him a paper bag with something inside and instructed him "Don't open it until you are on your way." With another quick kiss each, and a wave, they were off. As the girls drove off Doris leaned out the window and called "Hey Joel! If you're ever at Sarah Smith come over to Gamma Delta and look me up. I wanna see what you can do!" Joel was momentarily speechless. He'd spent all weekend trying to pick up girls, with no success. He finally broke into a broad grin, waved to Doris and turned to Richard. "I can't believe you had five girls all to yourself all weekend!" "Actually, there were eight. They found three friends last night." "Eight! More than enough to go around! We could have had two each! I don't understand it!" "Neither do I, Joel, neither do I. I wish all of you could have been there too, although Joel, it sounds like you just got an invitation. I can tell you Doris meant it, too. Maybe one of your lines worked after all. I think you'd find her to be everything you imagined." Richard climbed into the back seat of his convertible. "Man, I've had so little sleep I think my eyeballs are hanging down around my waist somewhere. Eddie, why don't you drive us home? I need some sleep." As they drove off, he slouched back in the back seat of the convertible. Eddie pointed to the paper bag at his feet. "What's in there?" "I have no idea, Eddie." He opened the paper bag and found five pairs of panties and a note from Lisa that read 'This is to start your collection.' At first he was puzzled, and then remembered his comment to her when they first met, and laughed at her joke, laughed until tears ran down his face. Richard's Rules Richard continued to speak to her gently, telling her how pretty she was, how wonderful her body felt. He moved his hand gently over her chest below her bra. When he could feel her heart beginning to beat faster he touched her breast – slowly and gently over her shirt. Her body tensed once more but her breathing quickened noticeably. As she became accustomed to his hand on her breast she relaxed once more and sighed. His other hand reached under her shirt and gently caressed the skin of her abdomen between the waistband of her shorts and her bra. "You have such silky smooth skin. It is a pleasure to touch." Gradually he moved the hand under her shirt up to and over the smooth satin fabric of her bra, and caressed the slight swelling coming out the top of the garment. Her bra was soft and unadorned and it almost felt like he was touching skin. When he gently kneaded a breast through the fabric she inhaled sharply, and he paused once again, waiting. When no words came out of her mouth he slowly and deliberately continued over her breast, the front and the side, keeping his touch light. Her breathing became even more rapid when he reached both hands behind her back to unfasten her bra, and she made a little "ooh!" sound when he cradled her small bare breasts in his hands. While he continued caressing one breast, tracing circles around a puffy nipple and then gently massaging it with his thumb, eliciting more "ooh", he slid one hand down her chest to the top of her shorts. He felt around until he found the buttons holding them closed on the side and unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper. With the waistband loosened he slowly reached inside her shorts to her underwear. He softly and deliberately caressed over the fabric, down and around the leg bands and touched the top and inside of her thighs. "Stop." Wordlessly Richard withdrew his hand from inside her shorts and began to refasten her bra. She reached back to grip his arms. "No, please go on. I was just testing your rules." "Are you sure? I'm perfectly willing to stop." "Yes. Go on. I want you to. Please." He resumed caressing a breast, but this time slid his other hand inside her underwear. His fingers played through the hair and caressed the moist fleshy folds. He didn't try to enter her with a finger, but ran a finger up and down the slit, from her vagina to her swelling clitoris. He kissed her neck and cheek, and she turned her face so their lips could meet. After a few minutes of exploration he whispered "You can use your hands to guide me and show me what you like." One hand covered his right hand on her breast, and moved it around, the other covered the hand inside her panties and pressed his fingers where his touch had given her the most pleasure. Guided by her hand his fingers explored the depth of the fleshy folds and experienced an increasing wetness. Her breath came in gasps when he hit the spots where she seemed to get the most pleasure, until she made a sharp series of whimpering sounds. Her hands flew from his and gripped his legs so hard her fingernails almost dug through his skin. She clamped her legs together and shuddered a couple of times and he kissed her hard, stopping the movement of his hands, and holding them still until her breathing slowed to a pant, at which time he slowly withdrew his hands, zipped and fastened the buttons on her shorts, and fitted her bra back onto her breasts. She leaned back against him with her eyes still closed for a few minutes. "You weren't kidding." "I always try to tell the truth. Don't you think that is better that a drunken orgy would be?" "Oh my, yes." "Now it is up to you to teach the guys you go out with how you want to be treated. Don't let them take advantage of you." "That's already happened. Being taken advantage of, I mean. At the prom my date groped me and tried to stick his hand down my dress. He just grabbed and pinched and it hurt. Thank God it never went any further after I slapped him. It would be wonderful if it could always be like this. But what about you? Don't you get anything out of this?" "Most times I do but sometimes no. I try to gauge the experience and comfort level of my partner. It's all part of the desire to put the pleasure of my partner first. Since you're not very experienced I ask for nothing in return." "But I've heard that it is bad for a guy to.....well....pet without....relief." "That's true to a point." "So, what can I do for you? You are right about my inexperience, but if you tell me what you like I can try to do it." "You don't have to do anything. As I said, this was all for you, not for me – but I can't even express how exciting it was for me to feel your body and experience your pleasure along with you." "I want to do something to please you in return. Please?" "All right. Here's what it will take to please me. You tell your friends that they don't have to let a guy do whatever he wants with them. Teach them the rules. Tell them to teach their boyfriends how they want to be treated. If they listen, their boyfriends will get more pleasure than if they forced themselves on the girls." "If my prom date had been like this instead of all grabby I'm sure we would have gone much farther." She laughed "And he probably would have liked it a lot more than the slap I gave him." She rested back against him and then sat up with a start. "Gosh, look at the time. I need to meet the other girls." "I'm supposed to meet the guys at the car, but not for another half hour. I'll just hang around on the beach until then. Maybe I'll see you around sometime this weekend." "Oh, I hope so," she said as she stood up. "I'd like to do this again!" Lisa almost skipped over to her friends, who were still teasing Joel. Richard took his towel and headed for the beach nearby, only dimly lit by the lights from the bars and crescent moon. He spread the towel out and sat with his arms wrapped around his knees, watching the waves shimmer in the moonlight as he took deep breaths to try and calm himself down. If only she had been more experienced she could have, indeed, given him some relief. He considered going into the cold water waist deep to soften up but remembered his wallet in his pocket. He didn't want to leave it behind tucked into his shoes on the dimly lit beach, so he closed his eyes and tried to think of being in a cold place, instead. Gradually his excitement lessened and he felt himself softening. In a few minutes he sensed someone coming up behind him, and turned to see another red-headed girl purposely striding toward him, her curls bouncing as she approached. He arose as she neared the towel. "You must be Margaret. The resemblance is remarkable – same color hair, same eyes." "What have you done with my sister?" She struck him hard across the face with the flat of her hand, so hard his head snapped sideways. Richard made no motion to defend himself, and no motion to retaliate, so she did it again, harder. The sting brought tears momentarily to his eyes. "Well?" she demanded. "Ask HER about it." "I've got some cockamamie story from her. What do you have to say for yourself?" "Nothing." "This is where you are supposed to plead that it's not true, it's all a misunderstanding. I'm waiting." "I make it a point not to say anything about what goes on personally between me and a girl." Margaret tilted her head and looked at him, eyeing the red prints of her fingers clearly visible on his face. "So, tell me Margaret – who has the red hair, your mother or father? I'm betting your father, and that you've inherited his temper to go along with it. But I'll bet they're your mother's eyes." "Don't you try to change the subject and sweet talk me." "I'm not trying to sweet talk you. I'm just trying to defuse the situation a little bit. Let's sit down and talk calmly." "Look, what's your name again?" "Richard." "Look, Richard. While we may not always get along I'm very protective of my baby sister, and don't want her to get hurt." "I would never hurt her. That would be contrary to everything I believe in. I have a code I live by." There were footsteps on the sand behind them as Lisa ran up. "What are you doing, Margaret? Oh my gosh! You hit him didn't you? Look at his face! How could you?" Richard was quick to respond. "Margaret was just trying to protect you, Lisa. She doesn't want you to get hurt." Lisa, clenched fists at her side, practically shouted. "I know when I'm safe! I was right out in the open fifty feet away from you, Margaret! How much safer could I have been? If I'd felt threatened I would have called out. Give me some slack; I'll be on my own in college at the end of the summer!" "Sorry, Lisa. I still think of you as a little girl and tend to be overprotective. God, Richard, I really did belt you, didn't I? I'm sorry." "Completely understandable. I have a kid sister, she's sixteen, and if anyone hurt her I'd rip their heart out." Margaret put her hands on her hips. "Now, tell me what happened." "I told you, I can't. It's up to Lisa to tell you, if she wants to. Hit me some more if you like. You can't beat it out of me." Margaret turned to Lisa and raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. "I tried to tell you, Margaret, but you just flew off the handle. Richard didn't take advantage of me. He just made me feel something special that I've never felt before. Everything he did was with my permission, and it only involved touching – with all our clothes on by the way. He even stopped when I told him to. His hands are...very expressive." "Okay Lisa. Go back and see if you can round up Emily and the others and head back to the car. We probably should head back to the house soon." She turned back to face Richard. "Richard, I'm not done talking to you." Lisa headed off to find her friend, scowling and muttering under her breath. "Now, Richard, why don't we go for a little stroll along the beach for a few minutes?" "Will they find my body buried in the sand tomorrow morning?" Margaret laughed out loud, and placed her hand gently on his cheek, touching the red marks. "No, I think my anger has subsided. I'm glad you have a sense of humor about it." Richard picked up his towel, shook it out, and slung it over his shoulder as they started off. "Tell me about this code of yours. Lisa was babbling on about rules and codes. What's it all about?" "I can't tell you anything specific to Lisa, but I have a code I live by. I will never do anything to hurt a girl, and I never tell anyone, even my roommate, about what goes on between me and a date. She's free to talk, but I'm bound to silence. I don't brag or keep score about how many girls I've gone out with. If things get romantic on a date I have rules that apply to both the girl and me. One is that nobody has to do anything they are uncomfortable with – there is no effort to force anyone to do anything. The other is that there are several key words that will stop things cold immediately. Those words are words such as 'stop', 'no', and 'don't'. Once girls believe me they tend to be more relaxed and feel safe with me. I have never violated one of those rules." "Lisa says all you did was touch her and that she felt like she never has before. Of course, she is relatively inexperienced, so maybe the incredible feeling is from the moonlit night and the salt air and the music. She may have snuck a beer, too." "I didn't smell anything on her breath, if that helps." As they continued to walk she looked askance at him. "What are you, anyway? You aren't like any frat rat I've ever met and, let me tell you, I've been to a keg party or two, so you can't snow me. This just doesn't add up. Is this part of some weird fraternity you belong to?" Richard laughed "No, Alpha Delta is quite an ordinary fraternity. Unfortunately, everyone isn't like me, although I do try to 'spread the gospel' as it were, about how to behave around females. I figured out the rules in high school. They just seemed to make sense to me." Margaret stopped walking and stood in front of him. They had walked a little ways up the beach, beyond the reach of the lights. The only light was moonlight, and it made her red hair glow with a halo of unearthly color. "All right, mister wonderful. Show me." "Show you what?" "Show me your stuff. Show me what you do." "What is it with your family? You're all very demanding. I don't know anything about you, except that you have a temper. Where do I start?" "Look, just pretend we're on a date. We've just had a nice dinner and have gone for a stroll in the moonlight. Take it from there." "You people are out of sight. I've never encountered a situation anything like this." "Just make it up as you go along, then." Richard sighed "This is rather an awkward situation but okay, here goes." Richard put an arm around Margaret, stroked her hair and tentatively kissed her. She threw her arms went around his neck, pressed her body against his and gave him a kiss of encouragement. Richard broke the kiss and spread out his towel on the sand, back near the dune line. After they sat down they kissed again, and his hands began to gently run over the skin of her bare arm while she ran her fingers through his short hair. His kisses moved to her neck and she pulled him even closer. With all the signals she was giving there was no need to go very slowly, so he rubbed the smooth skin of her back, at first over her shirt, then under it, ready to unhook her bra. One of her hands slipped under his shirt and caressed his chest, and he massaged up her leg from her knee. She pulled her knees up and spread them apart somewhat, so his hand could go all the way up under the leg of her shorts, and trace the crease where her leg and body met. Her breathing became heavier. The hand on her back slid around to the front and up to her lacy bra. He didn't need to wait for her to get comfortable with his hand on her bra as she reached around behind her and unfastened the bra herself, and his hand cradled a breast, fuller and rounder than Lisa's. "You have a wonderful body, Margaret. I feel like I've gone to heaven." She smiled and leaned in for another kiss as he worked a hand down under the elastic waistband of her Bermuda shorts, then under the waistband of her panties. She lay back on the towel and moved her hips for him to reach where she wanted him to. "Ooh, I like that. Do it some more." The wetness on his hand attested to the fact that she indeed liked what he was doing. When he worked a finger under her clitoral hood her breath became very fast and shallow. One of her hands worked its way up under the leg of his bathing suit, but he stopped her. "This is just for you, to show you it can be done." She momentarily cocked an eyebrow, but immediately resumed her passionate kissing, with both arms around his neck pulling him in for some tongue play. He continued to massage a breast as his other hand plunged deeper into the wet, willing vulva and two fingers entered and explored inside her as he pressed a thumb on her clit. He worked a thumb on her nipple and removed his fingers from inside her. Massaging her vulva and stroking her clit caused her to thrust her hips upward. He reentered her with his fingers and felt the tension building up in her until, with a soft moan, she arched her back and he felt contractions around the fingers inside her. At last she lay her limp body back on the towel gasping. He removed his hands from under her clothing and cradled her face in his hands while he continued to kiss her. After a few minutes, when she had regained her composure and refastened her undergarment, she turned to him. "So, what Lisa says is true. You do have wonderful hands. Why didn't you go all the way with me or let me touch you? Lord knows I tried to give you enough 'go ahead' signals." "That would have been taking advantage of the situation." "I certainly wouldn't have resisted. I'm not a virgin, as I'm sure you can surmise. I would have gladly taken an active role." "It would have made me uncomfortable in this particular situation. One of the rules. That's how it works. At another time and under different circumstances I think we could have made passionate love. I'll bet you'd be a great lover." She laughed "Flatterer!" They got up, shook the sand off the towel and headed back toward the others. Lisa was one thing, but after Margaret he really needed relief, and hoped she didn't notice the bulge in his bathing trunks. Margaret asked where they were staying and, when he told her, turned pensive for a few moments before she smiled. "I have an idea." "I'm all a-twitter. What is it?" "I can't tell you just yet. It might not work out. I'll just say I may be able to make you an offer you will find difficult to turn down." That left him scratching his head as he struggled to figure out what she meant. They found the girls all sitting in Margaret's black '49 Plymouth sedan, waiting. Joel had climbed in the car with them, and sat on Lisa's lap. The girls were pushing him trying to kick him out, although they were all laughing and not trying very hard. Frank and Eddie stood nearby, laughing also, enjoying the show at Joel's expense. It took Margaret about two seconds to grab Joel's arm and yank him out of her car. The four guys, three of them laughing at Joel's misfortune, headed for Richard's car. Eddie's arm was clapped good naturedly over Joel's shoulder, and Frank reached over to teasingly muss Joel's hair. Margaret called out for them not to leave yet, so the guys stood around Richard's vehicle, waiting. Joel said, "Man, Richard, you missed some good bands, and some cute girls. I think we may have a chance with that bunch we met tonight. Tomorrow could be interesting. Where did you get to, Richard?" "I danced, listened to some music and then just enjoyed the sights and sounds." Frank noted "You did more than that. Look at your face! Man, that hand print will be there for a week. A guy would have punched you, so you must have really ticked some girl off. That's not like you at all; they're usually all over you." "It was nothing. It was just a misunderstanding." Joel snorted "I told you those silly rules wouldn't get you any farther than I got. At least I didn't get belted. If I keep working on them I think I can wear them down." Eddie turned to Richard and noted "You came back from the beach with that loud girl who was teasing Joel. Did she do that to you?" "You know I don't talk about things like that. Let's just say it happened, and it was perfectly understandable. There are no hard feelings on either side." The girls drove up in Margaret's car, and stopped behind the convertible. Margaret got out and crooked her finger for Richard to follow her between some parked cars while the other girls leaned out of the car windows and good-naturedly teased Joel. When they were away from the others Margaret stunned him with her proposal. "Okay, Richard. Here's the deal. You can take it or leave it, but we hope you'll take it. We would like it if you spent the weekend with us." "Wow! The guys would really love that. You must have a big house. Is it big enough to handle four more?" "No, but it is big enough to include you. We are asking just you. Between what Lisa and I learned tonight, everyone else would like to get in on the action, too." "Well, Margaret, there are five of you and four of us. Doesn't that sound like a fair deal? You really have no idea what Eddie and Frank are like. They are swell guys; any of your friends would be more than pleased to know them. And Joel, well, I think you'd find him to be a really nice guy once you got to know him, too. If he was invited he wouldn't have to use any of his pickup lines. He's really funny and can be the life of the party. Frank and Eddie are the kind of guys any girl would be glad to have for a date. They are very considerate." Richard's Rules "The offer is just for you. Take it or leave it." "But it is my car, how would the guys get around?" "Do you want this enough to let someone else drive your precious car?" "Jeez. I don't know. I'd still have to go get my clothes and some other stuff." "No you won't. Here's the situation. We want you to be our......how do I put it....love slave for the weekend. You say you concentrate on pleasing your partners rather than yourself. Here is your chance to prove it. There are a lot of partners to please. I'm sure we can all get used to your 'rules'. I also think you could count on getting 'pleased' a few times yourself, if you know what I mean. After all, we wouldn't want you to suffer. Well, not too much." "You are an amazing woman. I've never heard of such a thing. It boggles my mind." "Don't take too long to think about it. This is the chance of a lifetime. I'm sure a lot of your frat friends would die for a chance like this. What would one of your other friends over there do?" "Any one of them would jump at the chance, for sure." "But we don't want any of them, we want you. Just you. Are you up to it, or are you all talk? Well, okay, you're not all talk, but think of the chance to prove your so-called rules." "One is to never do anything that would make someone uncomfortable. I have to decide if I'm comfortable with this. Give me a minute to think." "Don't take too long." Richard paced around between some parked cars for a minute while he considered. It would mean leaving his friends for the rest of the weekend and that could cause some jealousy, especially from Joel. Yet, any of them, in the same situation certainly wouldn't think twice before accepting an invitation like the one just extended to him, and he wouldn't blame any of them one bit for taking her up on such a proposal. There was the car matter, too. The convertible was his pride and joy. But Eddie was a good driver and could be trusted. In the final analysis, he would likely never get another chance like this. It was a chance to spread the Rules to another campus. He turned back to Margaret. "Okay. I'll do it, although I'm not sure what I'm getting myself into. But I will still need to go grab some clothes; this bathing suit is starting to get very uncomfortable. I don't know if I could wear it all weekend. Shorts and underwear would be all I need." "Here is the catch. I hope it isn't a deal breaker, but it will take care of your concern. You will not wear any clothes for the entire weekend." Richard's mouth fell open. "What? You're joking!" "Nope. We will give you a bath towel you can wrap around yourself, like a kilt, so you won't be naked except when you want to be. That way you won't have to keep taking your clothes off and putting them back on again. When you think about it, it is very efficient. If it makes any difference in your decision, we wear little to nothing around the house, ourselves. We weren't going to tell you about the towel thing until we got you there, but Lisa reminded us of your rules, so we thought we'd better go ahead and tell you up front. Is it still a deal? Can you handle it?" Richard turned away again, pressed his palms together and held his fingers up to his chin, thinking. After a few moments he turned back to Margaret. "I may be crazy, but I think I would like the challenge to see if I can, indeed, handle it. It'll be a true test of the rules. Everyone has to agree to abide by the rules, though. Everyone. That's the only condition I have." "We've already discussed that, and we agree. We'll contact one of your friends sometime during the weekend and discuss the arrangements for delivering you back to them. I'm guessing they will be hanging around here somewhere since this is where all the action is." After taking a deep breath, Richard headed back to the car, his head already beginning to spin from the events of the evening and harboring a niggling doubt about the whole enterprise. "Okay, guys. Here's what's happening. I'm apparently going with them. Margaret will find you and tell you where and when to meet on Sunday. Eddie, here are the car keys. Take good care of it – if I find any dents or scratches on it I will have to kill you." Joel was aghast. "Those sorry bitches! I tried all day to get them to invite me to their place! And you, you just walk up to them and they ask you! I used all my best lines, but that Margaret is one tough cookie. Why, I'll bet she is the one who belted you. But then why would she turn around and invite you over to stay with them? It doesn't make sense. It just isn't fair!" "No, it's not fair, Joel. I really tried to get us all invited, reminding her that they would still outnumber us. I tried to let her know what great guys you are – even you, Joel - but she was adamant." Frank had to practically sit on Joel to get him to shut up as Richard tossed his sandy beach towel into the back seat of the convertible and then slid through an opened door into the back seat of the girl's car. As soon as the door closed Margaret gunned the engine, popped the clutch and peeled out of the parking lot with squealing tires. Eddie couldn't get the keys in the ignition and start Richard's car fast enough to even think of catching or following them. The three guys spent an hour cruising the streets looking for the girl's car, but finally gave up and went back to camp. The fast start threw Richard, Lisa, and her friend back against the seat, and the sharp turn out onto the street caused the three of them to end up in a heap, arms and legs tangled up together, laughing at the sheer exhilaration and lunacy of it all. The girl's house wasn't very far. It sat on a side street about two blocks back from the beach. From what Richard could tell it wasn't very large, but had a wide front porch and some sort of thick blooming shrubbery along the property lines and down one side of the house. Margaret pulled into the sandy driveway and parked the car on the grass behind the house so it couldn't easily be seen from the street. Margaret led Richard and four girls giggling with anticipation through the back door and into the kitchen. Everyone kicked off their shoes as they entered the house. The kitchen and eating area stretched the entire width of the house in the back. Through the kitchen there was a wide hallway flanked by two bedrooms, one with a double bed on the right and a smaller one with two twin beds on the left. Through a door partly ajar Richard saw a bathroom complete with tub next to the bedroom on the right. Stretching across the front of the house was a living room with some comfortable chairs, a sofa with a coffee table and several tables with lamps. A bookcase on one wall was piled with paperback books, jigsaw puzzles and board games for rainy afternoons. A set of stairs along one wall of the living room led to what Richard learned was another bedroom with two twin beds in what used to be the attic. The kitchen floor was covered with linoleum but all the remaining floors appeared to be varnished wood, with an oval rug in the center of the living area and some throw rugs in the bedrooms. The walls were plaster, painted either gray or off-white in the various rooms, and the ceilings were narrow bead board, popular in pre-1930's construction, painted sky blue. Richard was informed that there was an outdoor shower concealed behind the thick shrubbery beside the bathroom. Upon entering they all sprawled out on the various chairs and sofa in the living room. For the first time two of the girls got a good look at their prize, and Richard sized up the two new girls and Betty, seeing her in a new light. After some idle chit-chat, Margaret and Lisa went to the kitchen to get some beer, soft drinks and snacks. Lisa also brought an ice pack that she held to Richard's cheek. A very tall girl and Betty came over to look at it. "Wow, Margaret, you really let him have it." "Yeah, and the nut didn't even raise his hand to protect himself." Margaret looked at his face more closely in the light. "I'm really sorry, Richard. I didn't think I hit you that hard." "I've been hit harder, but, I'll admit, never by a girl before. There's another story to tell my grandchildren, huh?" The girls all cracked up, and much of the remaining tension melted from the air. Lisa removed the ice pack from his face and returned it to the kitchen. Margaret stood in front of everyone. "Girls, and Richard, we all know why we're here. Other than a general idea of what we hope or expect to happen, I don't have a real plan on exactly what to do. The idea was so out of sight that anything beyond just getting here hasn't been thought through. Does anyone have any ideas how we should proceed?' Richard raised his hand. "I know a little bit about a few of you and you all know almost nothing about me. I would suggest sitting in a circle and we go around with everyone telling one or two things about themselves. For you girls, maybe even tell something the other girls don't know. It would be up to you what you wanted to tell.'' There was a general murmur of agreement, so the coffee table was moved against a wall and the chairs were pushed back so everyone could sit in a circle on the rug in front of the sofa. Margaret asked "who wants to go first?" Richard said "I'm the newcomer, so I should probably go first. My name is Richard Shepherd and I am a junior at Western State and a member of Alpha Delta fraternity. While in high school I observed dating practices and decided there had to be a better way. So, I devised the rules you have probably heard about already. Does anyone not understand what they are?" Five heads shook 'no' so he continued. "Okay. Now here's something only my closest friends know. My senior year of high school I came down with mumps. Has anyone here experienced mumps?" Betty and Margaret indicated they had. "Okay, so you know how painful the illness is – can't talk or even open your mouth to eat, sensitive to bright light, tender swollen glands painful to touch. But, as girls there is something you probably don't know. In men mumps can have an additional effect. In some cases men can be rendered sterile. I have been informed that I am effectively sterile, that is, nobody is likely to get pregnant by me, ever. I don't expect everyone to believe that, so I always carry insurance for times where a girl might be concerned." Richard dug out his wallet and took out a small square foil package. "I always carry a condom so anyone's fears can be eased." Lisa and her friend leaned forward to get a closer look at the package that apparently had flat circular contents. The tall girl said, "A fat lot of good one rubber will do with the weekend we envision. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." She hurried into the smaller bedroom, and returned clutching something in her hand. "Here are three more." Five mouths fell open as the girl picked up Richard's package and tossed all four onto a lamp table. "If we run out I can go get more." Betty noticeably reddened. "You mean you just go out and buy them? I mean, you have to go into the drugstore and ask for them at the counter. I would die of embarrassment. Don't the boys usually buy them?" "Why shouldn't a girl be able to buy them? Why shouldn't a boy be able to buy Kotex for his girl?" A low gasp escaped from several lips. "Come on, now. What's to be embarrassed about? I just march up to the druggist and ask for three or four Trojans, however many I need. I look him in the eye when I ask for them. He knows that I know what they're for. His stare doesn't embarrass me, although sometimes my stare back at him seems to embarrass him, so he just rings me up and I go on my merry way. So, if we run out I can make a run up to the drugstore out on the strip and get some more. No big deal." Lisa, her friend and Betty sat with their hands covering their mouths and widened eyes. The tall girl looked around. "Hey, if I'm going to have sex I sure don't want to get pregnant. That would cramp my style." Any remaining sense of embarrassment evaporated with the girl's frank discussion. Richard continued the frankness. "One more thing, as you'll probably discover. I have an unusual body in that I've be able to get erections as far back as I can remember, well before puberty. I can remember playing with toy boats in the bathtub when I was about five and having an extra 'torpedo' to sink boats. Now, even after ejaculation, with a little stimulation I can most often get another erection shortly and keep it, even if I can't climax right away." Betty and Lisa's friend held their hands to their mouth at the continued frank discussion while Doris rubbed her hands in delight. "That's information I'll be sure to make use of!" Margaret, sitting to Richard's left was next. While she thought about what she wanted to say Richard got to study her mop of curly red hair and green eyes, and noted she was wearing pastel plaid Bermuda shorts and a green and yellow short sleeve blouse. She appeared to be covered with freckles on her face, neck and arms. "Well, Richard, I'm a junior at Sally Smith College, and am in Delta Omega Gamma, as are the rest of us, except Lisa and Emily. I tend to speak my mind..." "I'll say!" added Lisa "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by a certain little sister, I tend to speak my mind. I am not a neophyte at sex, but wouldn't consider myself really experienced either, like a certain someone in this room," she added with a glance at the tall girl. "I can't cook. Hmmm, oh, here's something not many people know – I do housework in my birthday suit." The tall girl and Betty tittered and Lisa said "That is true!" Lisa's friend wrinkled her brow. "What kind of suit do you wear on your birthday?" The tall girl leaned toward her and said in a stage whisper "The suit you were born in." "But when you are born you are...oh." The girl blushed with embarrassment, but joined in the laughter. "Always something new to learn!" The tall girl, next to Margaret introduced herself next. She was really tall – well over six feet - easily the tallest girl Richard had ever seen, with platinum blond hair that was almost white, straight and hanging below her shoulder blades. Her complexion was extremely pale, which set off her pale blue eyes. "I'm Doris and I'm a sophomore at Sarah Smith. As you have probably already guessed, I like sex. A lot. Can't get enough of it, in fact. I started liking the way I felt touching myself as a girl. At puberty I discovered that if I played with myself it felt really good. Boys soon discovered they could touch me if they let me touch them back. I think I started having sex when I was fifteen...or was it fourteen? Richard, I will tell you right now that I intend to give you a workout. There isn't much I haven't tried. I'll even confess that while Margaret was getting rid of Joel tonight I had thoughts about dragging him over to the back seat of the car and seeing if he could back up his words. Tell me Richard, What kind of lover is he? Someone I should pursue?" Richard laughed. "I can't say for a fact, but he thinks he is a great lover, at least in his own mind." Betty played with her hair while the others talked, and while he listened he had a chance to study her more closely than he had when they were dancing. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with raven hair cut into bangs just over her eyes and pulled into a ponytail in the back, gray eyes, and skin with a glowing olive complexion. She wore a blue skirt that fell halfway from her knees to her ankles, the style that flared out when she turned during a dance, and a white short-sleeve shirt with small light blue polka dots. When it was her turn she said "I'm Betty, as you know, and I'm a junior. I like to dance, as you also know. I'm not a virgin but I'm not very experienced with sex. What else to tell?" Doris said "How about that you blush at almost anything?" Betty reddened. "Yeah. I guess I do. I can't help it." Lisa's friend was next. She had short wavy chestnut brown hair and lovely big brown doe-eyes, was of average height and seemed to have a fuller figure than Lisa, although the pale yellow round-neck sleeveless sun dress she wore showed little of her figure. She spoke quietly, almost in a whisper and nervously fingered her dress above the top button as she talked. "I'm Emily. I'm getting ready to graduate from high school, and just turned eighteen two months ago. I don't know about all this sex stuff. I...I don't know if I could do something like that. I've only ever kissed a boy a couple of times." Richard leaned over and touched her knee. "If you understand the rules, you don't have to do anything you don't want to or aren't ready for." "Thanks. I don't know what else to say." Lisa sat on Richard's right. "You all know that I'm Margaret's sister. I have some of that 'speaking your mind' stuff, too. I just turned eighteen three weeks ago. I'm graduating from high school and may go to Sarah Smith, too – just to bug Margaret. I've never had sex yet, but I like adventures, unlike my shy friend here, who would rather sit and read a book." "Well, Lisa, books can be an adventure, too. But I did tell you I would try to be more open about things this weekend, so I'm still here. At least for now." "Yeah, yeah. But I'm glad you are going to give this a shot. Believe me, Emily you WILL enjoy yourself. Richard opened my eyes to things I never knew existed. He can help you, too." "Maybe. I don't know." Margaret stood up. "Okay. Time to get this party rolling. I told Richard that he wouldn't be wearing anything but a towel. He will see all of us undressed eventually just as we will see him. So why don't we just go ahead and get that step out of the way. Suggestions?" Doris cheerfully offered "Let's all just stand up and strip! Get it over with all at once. Then we can move to the next stage," she added while giving Richard the once over. Emily visibly blanched and Betty blushed. "No, no, no" Margaret said. "Too abrupt." Richard added "I agree. We need to take things slow, get used to each other. I'm sure everyone isn't as straightforward as Doris appears to be." Lisa said excitedly "I know! Let's play spin the bottle! Whoever the bottle points to takes something off!" "Not bad, Lisa, not bad at all," Margaret said. "Might still be a trifle fast. We'll keep that as an option if we can't come up with something better." Doris waved her hand excitedly. "I know! Strip poker! That will take longer." Betty asked "Does anyone really know how to play that? I thought it was just something made up as a joke." Doris said "I played it once freshman year, but I was kind of trashed so I don't remember exactly what we did. I think the loser took something off and the winner put something back on. Or something like that. That can't be right. Everyone would stay dressed that way. I'm missing something. All I know is that when I woke up in the morning I was naked in bed with a guy." Richard said "I know a couple of guys who were at a party where they played. These guys were not shy about sharing the details. I think the lowest hand took something off. They didn't say anything about putting something back on. They were really just anxious to let everyone know that the girls in the game eventually took everything off. After that they were peppered with questions about what the girls looked like and did, so I don't think they ever finished explaining the rules." Emily said "I don't even know how to play poker." Doris said "It's easy. You get five cards and then can discard up to four and get new ones. You try to make the best hand possible." "How would I know if I have a good hand?" "Well, you try to get two of a kind, like two sevens, or two sets of two of a kind or three of a kind..." Richard's Rules "Help! I'll never remember all that." Richard had a brainstorm. "Okay, how about this? We deal everyone seven cards and then go around the table. Each person in turn shows their hand and everyone agrees on what their best five card hand would be. That way it would be like everyone drew two cards." "I like it," Margaret said. "But there are six of us, so will we have enough cards to go around? Let's see, six times seven is forty two. Yeah, it will take almost the full deck but it will work. How does everyone feel about that?" Lisa asked "Won't it take a long time with one person losing something every hand? I mean, it would take like twenty or thirty hands or something like that for the game to...finish." Doris suggested "How about if the two lowest hands take something off?" Heads nodded in general agreement. Betty asked "what happens when someone loses everything? Do they drop out? Just sit around naked watching everyone else play? " Doris waved her hand excitedly. "I know! Everyone who loses all their clothes stays in the game, but if they lose again the winner can have them do something. Something like kiss or touch someone else, but the winner can't have the loser do whatever to them. It would have to be with other players. Or, the loser would have to do something with Richard. No, wait. The winner should get that." Margaret shook her head. "No to doing something with Richard every time. I like the first part of Doris' idea, though." "Should we make a list of things the losers could be asked to do?" asked Lisa. Richard shook his head. "Not necessary. Just put an idea out there. By Rule Number Two nobody has to do anything they don't want to do. The object here isn't to embarrass anyone. It's to have fun." Emily was a little fidgety, but there was a general murmur of agreement so Margaret said "Clear the decks for action! Lisa, get a deck of cards from the game shelf. Doris – more beer!" Richard interjected "We should be fair here. Most everyone has four items, but if Emily has the usual undergarments she only appears to have three since she has a dress and I only have two. I could go get my shoes from the kitchen." Margaret thought a moment and brightened. "Just a sec. I think I can remedy the situation." She disappeared into the larger bedroom and came out with a belt and a pleated black skirt. "Here, Emily, put this belt on and that will give you four. Richard, you can wear this. Mother keeps it here for if we go out somewhere and she might need to dress up a little. You're not real big around the waist so it shouldn't be too awful small for you. It's got an elastic waistband, so you can just pull it on over your trunks. You'll still only have three items, but that will just have to be your handicap." Richard stood and gamely pulled on the skirt. With the elastic waistband he managed to wiggle into it to gales of laughter. When he had it on he looked down and frowned. "What's so funny? Doesn't it match my shirt?" he asked, joining in the laughter at how silly he looked. "Hey, during pledge rush we pledges had to put on dresses and makeup to look like girls at one of the parties. The sorority girls contributed clothes. Some guys were really self-conscious, but I thought it was hilarious and made the best of it, playing the part of a girl to the hilt, makeup, high heels and all." Richard wiggled his hips as he walked across the room making the skirt swish, to the great amusement of everyone else. By the time he got back to his place Doris was laying on her side smacking the floor with her hand as she laughed until tears ran down her face. Betty fanned herself. When Margaret stopped laughing she said to him "It's good to see you really do have a sense of humor. I think I would like to attend one of your frat parties." "Just drive on up to Western State. Ladies are always welcome at Alpha Delta!" Lisa handed Margaret the cards and she shuffled them a bit before handing them over to Richard. "As guest of honor I think you should have the first deal." "Before I do, I need to make sure everyone is on board with this." While he spoke he looked directly at Emily. She looked down at the floor, but nodded her head. Everyone was nervous as he dealt the first hand. Margaret was first to show her hand. The best she could do was a pair of sevens. Doris had a heart flush, but Betty had a bust hand, king high. Emily and Lisa had a pair each, aces and nines, and Richard could make a full house, twos over fives. Richard said "It looks like Betty and Margaret are going to break the ice." Doris added "I think whoever is taking something off should stand up to do it. Margaret glared at her but gamely stood as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her shoulders, exposing a lacy white bra. Her chest and arms were covered with freckles. Betty blushed as she in turn unbuttoned her shirt with trembling hands, and swallowed hard as she slipped it off, revealing a white cotton bra with some lace trim on the top of the cups. Doris asked "What's with the reluctance? It's just like wearing bathing suits." Betty replied "Yeah, but this is our underwear. It feels different to show it somehow. And while your bathing suits look like this, mine is a one piece." As luck would have it Betty and Margaret lost the second hand as well. "Hey, you two are cheating so you can do everything together!" Doris protested. Margaret retorted "Shut up" as she stood up. "This isn't going exactly as I envisioned." She pushed the elastic waistband of her shorts over her hips, let them drop and kicked them aside, revealing pale yellow panties. Betty hesitantly undid the buttons on her skirt and then took a deep breath and let it fall, exposing her white cotton panties. Two hands. Two girls already down to their underwear. On Doris' deal Emily's king high and Richard's pair of fours were lowest. Emily undid the belt and tossed it over onto the sofa. Richard stood up and wiggled his hips suggestively as he slowly lowered the borrowed skirt, much to the delight of the others. Betty's deal. As they went around the table everyone seemed to have two pair except Lisa, who was stuck with a pair of sixes. Doris exclaimed "Oh, goody!" as she triumphantly turned over her ace high holding. "What are you so excited about?' Lisa asked. "That is a lousy hand." "Yes it is, but I finally get to take something off. Am I the only one who is excited by this game? Now Betty, don't you go messing things up with a ten high or something." Betty turned over a diamond flush. All eyes turned toward Doris. She stood up and started making sounds like cymbal beats, tsh-tshtsh-tsh-tshtsh...as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. After the last button she turned around so her back was toward the group and lowered the blouse off of her shoulders. She held it there as she swayed to her percussion beat and lowered it some more. She turned back around and pulled the blouse part way up, just so it covered her bra, then suddenly let go. With one hand she caught a sleeve and swung the garment around over her head before letting it go. When she sat down Betty pointed and asked the question everyone had. "What is THAT?" as everyone stared at a black completely transparent bra. "Oh, this old thing?" Lisa said "I bet what we see is just painted on." Doris stuck a finger down into her bra and wiggled it for all to see. "See? Everything is real. No false advertising." She ran her hands up her hips and to the sides of her breasts, and turned her palms outward so the backs of her hands bracketed her breasts. "Ta da! What do you think?" Margaret stammered out "Where did you get something like that?" "Not at Sears and Roebuck, I can tell you. I know a place. That's all I'll say. If anyone wants to get something along these lines just let me know and I'll point you in the right direction." Richard tore his eyes away from Doris and looked at Lisa. "Your turn." "I can't do anything like what she did." "Nobody can. Just be yourself." Lisa removed her shirt and Richard got his first glance at the bra he had encountered earlier. It was a soft material with smooth pale pink seamless satin covering her breasts but clearly showing the outlines of the puffy nipples underneath. Doris encouraged her. "Not bad for a kid. You have the shape for it. Not many girls could pull off what you're wearing either. I might have to try one like that myself. It shows the shape of your boobs while keeping a little mystery. I'll bet it feels good, too. Sometime after the game I'd like to feel it when you put it back on." Betty gasped at Doris' frankness and blushed while Lisa self-consciously covered herself with her hands. Doris looked over at Betty. "Come on, Betts, we're among friends. Lisa, if you're going to run with the big girls you have to act like one. Put your hands down. We'll see everything eventually." Lisa scowled but dropped her hands and sat down. Emily's deal everyone had at least two pair except Margaret and Betty. Doris clapped her hands. "Wow! Do you believe in magic? What are the odds that you two keep losing together? Now remember to stand up so we all can see." Margaret grumbled as she got to her knees and then stood. As she reached behind her back she grumbled "Whose stupid idea was this, anyway?" Doris laughed. "The game idea came from me but you, dear, are the one who ultimately initiated the proceedings. You have nobody but yourself to blame." Richard was ready to remind Margaret of Rule Number Two, but thought better of it. She knew the rules. "Okay, okay." The loosened bra slid down her arms and she removed it and then twisted her torso around to face each of the others. "There. Got a good look?" Richard noted her full round breasts with bright pink areoles and very large nipples. Margaret noted that Betty was slow to take her turn. "Come on, Betts. The best thing is just to get it over with. Don't think about it. We'll all be in all our glory soon enough. Somebody has to lead the way." Betty, red as a beet, rose and dutifully unclasped her bra. When she removed it Richard saw what he considered the most beautiful breasts to go with her beautiful face. Not quite as large as Margaret's, but perky with very small brownish areoles, not much larger than the nipples. "Very nice," commented Doris. Lisa dealt the last hand of the first round. Her ace high and Richard's pair of eights were low. Richard pulled his polo shirt over his head. Lisa stood and unbuttoned her shorts, held them a moment, then dropped them and stepped out of them. Richard looked over her slim body and said "Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?" Doris quipped "It's only going to get hotter, Richard. You'll be well primed for tonight." "I'm already pretty much primed. If I get any more primed I'll..." Lisa interrupted "I think we need to take a break, stretch, get something to drink, maybe have a potty break." Betty said "Sure, wait until I'm practically naked and then call for a break, so I have to go around like this." "Like that is beautiful," Richard commented, and Betty crossed her arms in front of her breasts and blushed once again. While everyone stretched Margaret brought in more cold beer for everyone except Lisa and Emily, who each got another frosty bottle of Coke. Another bag of potato chips was opened and passed around. Lisa looked at her and Emily's cokes. "Hey, why can't we try some beer, too? We'll be off in college soon." "I told mother I'd look after you. Drinking was not part of the plan, mother expressly forbid it." Lisa scowled. "She's no fun." Everyone settled down again and Richard picked up the cards, shuffled and dealt the first hand of the next round. Margaret showed her hand first and groaned with a king high. Doris was elated to have an ace high and wiggled with excitement at the prospect of her next act, but her face fell when Emily showed a miserable mess of a hand with jack high. "Nooo," moaned Doris. "Do you want me to go first?" Margaret asked Emily, who eagerly nodded. Margaret stood, hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her underwear and, in one motion, pushed them off and kicked them aside. She faced Richard, showing him her thick red bush. "Is this what you expected?" "It's everything I thought it would be." When she sat down she tucked her legs under herself. Emily looked down at the front of her dress as she unbuttoned the four buttons that opened it to the waist. She self-consciously pushed the top of the dress off her shoulders and gently lowered the dress. When she stepped out of it she carefully folded it and laid it on the sofa. Richard was rather taken by surprise at her figure. Although she had tried her best to hide it, she appeared to have a fantastic figure with breasts as full as Betty's, at least, and there was an intriguing bump in her underwear. Nobody made any comments that would embarrass Emily or make her feel like she was being judged. Margaret's deal. Doris drew a pair of aces, Betty drew nines and Lisa looked horrified at another ace high hand. Richard showed his jack high. It looked like Richard and Lisa. Margaret had waited to look at her cards until everyone else had shown their hand. "Ace high." Doris cheerfully noted "It's a tie! Richard loses and Lisa and Margaret tied, so they both..." "Wait," Richard said. It's not a tie yet. They both have aces, but what is their second highest card? The rule is to make the best hand possible. We need to look at the next highest card." Margaret shuffled through her hand. "Mine is a king." Lisa blushed as she said softly "Mine's a queen." She looked at Richard, who said "I was lowest so I should go first." "No, Let me. Everyone will be so interested in you they won't look at me very long." She stood up and quickly removed her bra. Richard was captivated by her perfect handful cone-shaped breasts topped with puffy nipples that completed the cones. He should never have let her go first. With Margaret naked on one side and those lovely breasts on the other he didn't have a chance. He took a deep breath. "Okay everyone. Here goes." Gamely he stood and pushed down his trunks. His full erection sprang up to gasps and wide eyes. Doris clapped and pointed. "I want some of that!" Richard wasn't sure what to do. On the one hand the game required everyone to get a good look, but on the other hand several of them had apparently never seen an erect penis, or any penis for that matter. He opted for a middle ground with a shorter display than everyone else had given. There was no way he could sit on the floor and not display his wares though, so he made sure to sit so Margaret and Doris still had the best look. The other three leaned forward for a better view. Betty blushed heavily and Emily's eyes were big. Lisa stared and acted as if she wanted reach out her hand and touch him. The next hand featured several high hands, so the losers were Emily with a pair of threes, and Doris with a pair of jacks. Doris jumped up and started her dance, slowly pushing down her shorts while suggestively wiggling her hips. When the shorts dropped to the floor she gave them a kick that sent them sailing over the sofa. Most everyone laughed so hard at Doris that Emily took advantage of their lack of interest and quietly removed her bra. Richard was paying attention, though, and noted that her breasts were mature beyond what he expected for her age. Betty dealt high hands to everyone. Lisa lost with a pair of threes and Doris was delighted to be lowest with a pair of twos. "Oh, boy! Two in a row! Hope my luck holds!" As she unclasped her transparent bra she danced around the group, swooping down close to Richard as she did the final removal. Before she sat down she shook her chest to make her breasts bounce a little. Richard noted that they were not much larger than Lisa's, but well developed, with nipples that pointed upward rather than out. When the laughter died down Lisa got up and hooked her fingers under the elastic of her panties. She hesitated as she looked at Emily, who looked terrified. Finally she decided that her friend had to get some new experiences, so she pushed the elastic down over her hips, turning toward Richard as she did so. "You probably already know what I look like, but here I am. God, I would like to take you into my room and do what we did earlier. I want to feel like that again." "Feel like what again?' asked Margaret as she narrowed her eyes at Lisa. "You should know," Lisa retorted. "Smart mouth." Emily shuffled the cards and dealt them out, hoping she would get something decent. No such luck. Her jack high was lowest, followed by Doris's pair of fives. "Hot damn!" Doris exclaimed. I'm finally getting a run of luck tonight!" By this time everyone knew what to expect from Doris. They all leaned back to enjoy the show as she lowered her panties some and then pulled them part way up again. Two inches down and one inch up, turning around each time so everyone got a good look at her rear as it appeared. When she finally let them go Richard took a long look at the sparse white-blond bush. At least it appeared sparse. It was so light it blended with her pale skin. She rubbed her hand over the hair and looked at Richard. "You like?" "I cannot tell a lie. I like. Nice to know the color doesn't come from a bottle!" Betty and Margaret howled. Doris stood up to once again display her wares. "Nothin' here but pure, natural goodness." Margaret laughed until tears ran down her cheeks. "Pure! That's rich! Whoo! Tell me another one!" Doris retorted "Well, pure as in unadulterated." Margaret fell back and laid on her back and stamped her feet on the floor until the laughing spell passed. Doris shrugged and joined in the laughter at her own expense. Richard fanned himself. "It is definitely getting very hot in here." Emily blushed a deep red, so Richard reminded her "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Emily looked to Lisa for support. "It's okay Emily. Just do it. Except for Richard it's just like being in the locker room at gym class." "I guess." Emily stood up and quickly pushed off her panties and then sat right down. Nobody said anything to or about her, but Richard surmised as she sat down why she was so self-conscious. He had been intrigued by the bump he had seen in her panties and now he got a quick glance at the cause. Emily had extraordinarily large inner labia, larger than he had ever encountered before, that were clearly visible poking out from her brown hair. While she had breasts developed beyond her age her pubic hair was not as lush as most of the others, giving him a clear view of her particular asset. When Emily sat again she self-consciously tucked her legs under herself. Richard noticed that again no one else seemed to notice what she had, or at least kept their comments to themselves. Lisa shuffled the cards numerous times before dealing. Everyone had at least a pair, but Margaret's full house beat out Betty's three kings. Richard was chagrined to display a pair of deuces which barely lost out to Doris' pair of fives. Lisa was safe with a pair of tens. "Well, well, ladies and gentleman. Here is where the games really begin," enthused Doris. "Margaret, you get to decide what Richard and I get to do. Something alone, separately or with each other. What's it gonna be? Together would be great!" Margaret broke into a mischievous grin. "Okay, Doris, be careful what you wish for. Here's your task. Richard, Doris, both of you kneel on the floor by the sofa, where we all can see, put your hands behind your backs and kiss for one minute without touching each other anywhere, other than your lips." Richard's Rules Richard laughed while Doris fumed. "Come on Margaret. This is what I've been waiting for!" "That's your task, so do it!" Doris pouted but dutifully knelt by the sofa while Richard got to his knees in front of her. "Come closer, Richard." "No chance of that. She said no touching. If I got any closer I would be touching you." Doris looked down at what she wanted – so tantalizingly close. "Rats!" Doris, being extremely tall had very long legs; their kneeling position did nothing to lessen her height advantage. She bent forward and Richard leaned in and turned his face up to meet hers. "Hands behind backs!" Margaret commanded. "Okay, okay," Doris grumbled. Richard had a hard time keeping a straight face during the kiss as Doris tried every move she could think of with her tongue. At the end of the minute Richard sat back on his heels. "Wow. That was some kiss." "I told you. I have experience." "I'll say!" Margaret announced "That completes two turns around the table. Shall we go on?" Doris looked at Betty. "Everyone isn't naked yet. I say we go on." Betty glared back at her. "Let's try one more round, then. But first, time for another break." Margaret and Lisa passed out another round of cold beer and soft drinks. Richard immediately took his and held the cold bottle to his raging erection. Only Doris seemed to notice. "I can take care of that for you." "I'll need something before this evening is over, that's for sure." "I'm your gal for that. My specialty." Richard walked around the room and tried to take his mind off his excitement and visited the bathroom when it became vacant. He laughed as he heard Doris call through the door "No handwork in there!" When he came out and everyone settled back down Richard shuffled and dealt. What a miserable hand. Richard's pair of queens ruled, but there were three bust hands. Emily had jack high while Margaret and Betty both had ace high. Second high cards were compared and found to be kings in both hands. The third highest card in Betty's hand was a queen and Margaret's was a jack. Richard pondered. "Let's see. Let's try something different. Emily, suppose you give Lisa a hug and a kiss." Emily's head snapped up. "What?" "Come on, Em," Lisa said in a soothing voice. "It's not like we haven't done that before." "But never like this." Richard said "If you are uncomfortable you don't have to. I just thought it would be a way to ease you into something a little more adventurous, but with someone you know." "Em. We're friends. We hug all the time. This isn't so bad." Emily shrugged her shoulders. "Okay. But quick." Lisa stood up and Emily reluctantly followed. Lisa initiated the embrace and Emily put her arms lightly around her friend, their breasts crushed against each other. Lisa whispered something into Emily's ear. Emily nodded and the two girls shared a quick kiss. Before they sat back down Lisa gave Emily's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Doris, you have been anxious to kiss and touch. How about you and Margaret share a tender moment?" Margaret shot Richard a sharp glance, but set her jaw and stood up. Doris wrapped her arms around Margaret in a tight embrace and mashed Margaret's face between her breasts. Doris loosened her embrace and leaned down to give Margaret a major league kiss. When they sat down Margaret said "Well, that's certainly something I've never done before." Doris added "Me too. I kind of liked it, though. You know I'm always open to new experiences. Hey Mags, maybe we can try it again sometime, huh?" Margaret scowled at her and picked up the cards. It didn't take long to find the lowest hand, as Betty showed a nine high bust. After Emily's pair of sixes Lisa turned over an ace high. Richard's full house won the hand. "I'm getting to like this. Betty, you are the only one with any clothes. While you take them off I'll think of something appropriate for Lisa." Everyone else was naked already, so Betty didn't stall. She stood up and quickly slid off her last piece of clothing to reveal a smallish triangular black patch of what appeared to be largely straight hair more or less flat against her body. "Nice, Betts," Doris commented and Betty turned deep red. Richard rubbed his chin in mock contemplation. Lisa put her hands on her hips and demanded "Enough already! Just get on with it. Want me to do a dance or something?" "No, I've got a better idea. You and Margaret have had some cross words with each other tonight..." Betty tittered, "Nobody actually uses words like 'cross' anymore." "... and so I think you should go and give your sister a hug and sisterly kiss to make up." Doris clapped her hands "Yeah! C'mon Mags. Hug your sister." "Shut up. Are you serious, Richard?" "Absolutely. I think siblings should be friends, don't you?" "All right. Come here, Lisa" The girls embraced each other and shared a peck on the lips. Margaret whispered something in Lisa's ear and she responded "Oh yeah? Ten times more to you!" "Well. Ladies, I don't know what was said, but it didn't seem to be too sisterly." "It was sisterly for us," Lisa fumed as she sat down again. "Whose deal is it anyway?" Doris picked up the cards and dealt mostly good cards to everyone. Betty was dismayed to have a jack high and Richard was surprised that his pair of eights was next lowest. Lisa looked at her two pair, aces and fours, and rubbed her hands together. "Well, Richard. Turnabout is fair play, don't you think?" Richard smiled and shrugged, knowing she would think up something 'adventurous' for him. He wondered what she could possibly think up for Betty's penalty. Lisa pointed at Richard and Betty. "You two are supposed to be good dancers. Dance. Together." Richard said "By rule Number Two I rule out a slow dance. That would just get messy for Betty and maybe the rug. I'm willing for a jitterbug, though. How about you, Betty?" Betty looked relieved at her penalty. Richard and Betty stood together holding hands waiting for Margaret to find a record to put on the record player, and he caught Betty looking down at his erection. Margaret stood shuffling through a handful of record albums. "Dad likes the old stuff. Is 'In the Mood' by Glenn Miller a good one?" "It will do nicely." The music started and Richard led Betty through some turns and spins, even leading her to do a cartwheel move as he held her waist. When the dance was over the other four clapped. Doris noted "I never thought about what the body was doing during a dance. I think from now on I'll call you Bouncing Betty!" Betty turned crimson and crossed her arms across her chest. "I don't know what to call you, Richard. Bouncing is already taken. How about 'Waving Richard?'" Margaret laughed until tears ran down her face. "Yes! Bouncing Betty! Waving Richard! I love it. After that show I almost forgive you for making me kiss Lisa." Betty had to uncross her arms to shuffle and deal the cards. Emily was pleased with her two pair, but Lisa was worried about her pair of fives. Richard turned over a pair of kings, followed by Margaret's straight. Doris showed a pair of eights, and Betty nervously revealed her cards, exhaling audibly when she had two pair. Margaret was feeling her beers and hastily decided on Doris' penalty. She decided Doris should hug Betty and give "more than a kiss – touching is allowed." Betty was aghast, but Margaret paid her no mind as she turned her attention to her sister. "You too. With Emily." "But we can't...I mean, we've never..." "I told you I'd get you. Do it or drop out and let the big girls play." Lisa looked at Richard, who shrugged and held his hands up to indicate that it was her and Emily's decision, and then Lisa glared at Margaret. "I'll show you who's a big girl. Come here Em." "But...this is...isn't it wrong?" "Not between friends. Let's show them." If given any time to think about it Emily would have readily invoked Rule Number Two, but Lisa grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her up to a standing position and over to her. Lisa kissed her friend and briefly fondled a breast. When Emily didn't respond she took one of Emily's hands and pulled it over to her and placed it on her breast. Emily shrank back and sat down, wide eyed. Lisa turned to Betty, who had been staring at them. "There. Top that, if you dare." Doris said "We can do better than that, can't we Betts?" Betty blushed and said "I don't know. It's..." "Oh, get over it. Like Lisa said – we're friends, so why not." Doris put her arm around Betty lightly and turned, just so that they stood side-by-side with one hip touching to give everyone else a good view. She took her free hand and fondled one of Betty's breasts. "Hey, these are nice. I wish mine were this big. What do you think of mine? Go ahead, feel. I won't bite you." Betty tentatively cupped one of Doris' breasts and squeezed gently. "They're soft." Richard looked on in wonder and Margaret clapped. "Oh, yeah!" As Emily dealt he continued to shake his head in wonderment at what he had just seen. He never could have envisioned the game going this far. Lisa smirked as her pair of tens beat Richard's pair of fives. Margaret gloated with a heart flush. Doris and Emily each had two pair, and Betty turned over a full house, sixes over threes. Betty mulled her options. "Richard and Lisa. Let's see...together? No, no, no. Too obvious. Ooh, ooh, I know. Since we're apparently taking this to another level let's keep it there. Richard, I said that Doris'...boob...was soft. Why don't you check behind me on that and let me know if I was correct. Lisa, let's keep it in the family again. How about you compare Margaret to Emily? Same, or different? Let's find out." Doris crawled over Margaret to sit facing Richard. "Come on, big guy. What do you think? I've been waiting all night for something like this." Richard used both hands to cradle and caress Doris, while she made some "mmmm" sounds. When Richard removed his hands he turned to Betty. "You were absolutely correct. Soft as pillows." Doris went back to sit in her place and Richard scooted back so Lisa and Margaret could move closer together. Margaret glared at Lisa. "Don't grab." "I wouldn't think of it. Isn't gentle the way the big girls do it?" "Shut up and just get on with it." Lisa caressed Margaret's breasts for an inordinately long time while she closed her eyes and screwed up her face in mock contemplation before pronouncing her judgment. "I think I like Emily's better." Emily turned three shades of red and crossed her arms over her chest as Lisa returned to her place and Margaret muttered "Twit." Lisa dealt the last hand of the round and announced "this is the last one for me." Emily vigorously nodded added "Me too." Margaret said "I think we've accomplished what we set out to do...and more." Doris came up with a queen high, and Lisa turned over an ace high bust. Margaret's kings and tens won the hand. She still felt a little vindictive toward Lisa. "Okay sis. Why don't you and Richard...let's see...kiss and touch each other wherever you want." "I'll just make one thing off limits, for reasons stated earlier." They kissed and Richard ran his hands over Lisa's body – caressing and fondling her breasts the way he remembered she liked and lightly brushing the red bush, without probing deeper. Lisa closed her eyes all the while as he touched her. When he stopped she caressed his face, chest, butt and legs, brushing against his balls and coming dangerously close to forbidden territory. As Richard and Lisa touched each other Doris rested a hand in her lap, but one finger, out of sight, seemed to be busy. When Lisa sat back down Richard exhaled sharply a breath that made his cheeks puff out and said "If it was any hotter in here I'd explode." Doris laughed "Oh, I'd like to see that!" Margaret eyed Doris. "Okay, girl. We have one last task. Here's yours. You do the same with Betty." Betty blurted "Why always me? Why can't she do somebody else?" "Who? Emily? Lisa?'' "Yes, Lisa! Doris would like that. She implied as much earlier." "No, I think I like to see how many more shades of red you can turn. Loosen up." Doris put on a hurt expression. "What? You don't like me anymore, Betts?" Betty gave an exasperated sigh. "All right. Let's get it over with. This is the last thing, right? Who goes first?" "Do me first!" Doris leaned toward Betty and Betty lightly ran her hands over Doris' body, grazing her nipples and barely touching her upper thighs. Doris moved her body in an attempt to direct Betty's touch, but Betty remained rather timid. When Betty removed her hands from Doris and sat upright Doris said, "You know, Richard gave me some ideas." Betty turned many more shades of red as Doris guided her hands over Betty's breasts (which she couldn't resist giving a little squeeze to, along with a gentle pull on her nipples), butt, belly and combed her fingers through the black thatch. Unlike Richard she didn't stop at light brushing, but plunged a hand into the thicket and momentarily let a finger wander between the fleshy folds. When Betty gasped and gave a shocked expression Doris withdrew her hand. After a period of silence Margaret said "okay boy and girls. Time for the next stage. This is where we get down to business. We need to decide how we will divide Richard up for the weekend." Richard threw the back of his hand across his eyes in mock horror and said "O, I feel so cheap! I'm nothing but a piece of meat to you!" Doris stared down between Richard's legs and said "You got that right!" For the first time all night Richard reddened as the others howled. When she caught her breath from the laughter Margaret said "Ladies, I think we need to repair to the kitchen." Richard had a tantalizing view of five wiggling bottoms disappearing down the hall toward the kitchen. "Hey, if you're going to leave me out here alone, how about another beer?" Doris came out and handed him one. "Hey, it's not open. How am I supposed to drink it?" Doris lowered her eyes to stare and said "Oh, you want to DRINK it? I thought you just wanted to –ahem- cool off a certain part of your body." "Wiseacre." Doris retreated to the kitchen and shortly appeared at the entrance to the living room and tossed the opener. "Here's a church key, catch." Richard snatched the opener out of the air and Doris went back to join the others. Before he drank it, however, he did hold it to a certain part of his body. He wandered around the living room, looking at the books on the shelves as he held the cold bottle against his raging hardness between swigs and then threw himself down on the sofa to await his fate. The game had certainly done nothing to give him any needed relief – If anything it had inflamed his desire even more. He wished they would make a decision so he could be with SOMEBODY, and soon. "NOOOOO!" Doris' howl echoed down the hall. "That's not fair. I wasn't ready. We need to do it again." After a brief silence there was laughter and Doris proclaimed "I should be first! He needs to be broken in for the rest of you!" Margaret could be heard over the hubbub that ensued "We all agreed how the choice would be made. She won fair and square. We still need to decide how to divvy him up for tomorrow, though." There was a general babble of voices but Richard couldn't make out anything in particular until Doris stormed into the living room. "I can't believe little miss goody-goody got you for tonight. But rest assured I have big plans for you tomorrow morning." Then she turned and stormed into the bedroom with the twin beds. Betty come down the hall, blew him a kiss and followed Doris into the bedroom. The door closed behind them. Doris could still be heard fuming. Margaret and the two younger girls came into the room. Margaret tossed him a bath towel and pointed to the sofa. "Here's your 'clothes' for the weekend. I have taken the liberty of removing your other garments to a safe place. If all you have is a towel I figure you're not likely to try to escape. You can sleep here on the sofa unless invited elsewhere. Understood? Turn the lights out when you turn in. Oh, and there is one house rule, and that is bathroom privacy. There is only one bathroom, so anyone in there is to be left alone." He tied the towel around his waist. "I wouldn't think of escaping. I'm waiting to see what you have cooked up. Remember the Rules, though." "Yeah, yeah. We got that. Well, here's your partner for the night. Doris was upset, but first partner was chosen by the method we agreed upon. I wish you a good night, and I'll see you in the morning. We have a full day planned for you. Unfortunately it does not include going to the beach. Sorry." Margaret turned and went into the larger bedroom with the double bed and softly closed the door. Richard's heart sank. It was obvious that none of the sexually experienced girls had been chosen – hence Doris's protests. Maybe it was at least Lisa, who seemed eager to learn. She wanted to know how to give him relief earlier, so tonight would have to be it. At least it would be quick. Lisa pushed Emily toward the stairs leading to the upstairs bedroom. "Wait right here Richard." "I'm not going anywhere." He took a deep breath and reached for the beer bottle to use the last bit of coldness on his body. Then he turned off the lights in the living room and stretched out on the sofa to wait. When he heard footsteps on the stairs he turned to see Emily step into the room. He groaned inwardly. Not only did he not get an experienced girl he got a shy virginal one. All thoughts of relief fled from him. In the dim light filtering into the room through the curtains from outside he noted her light short night gown and panties. She sat nervously on the sofa next to Richard and bit her lip, unsure of what to do. Sensing her hesitancy, Richard put a reassuring arm around her shoulder. "You know, you don't have to do anything." "It's not so much that I don't want to as it is that I've never been in a situation with a boy where there would be.....intimate touching. I don't know what to do. I've never had sex, and really haven't done anything more than kissing on dates. Tonight has been full of firsts. This has been the first time I've seen a guy without clothes in my life or have a guy see me without anything on. I've certainly never touched a girl before, or had one touch me. This whole weekend is just so confusing." "Look, Emily, I won't put you in a position that compromises your principles. Apparently I'm yours for tonight, and we can do whatever you want. It's nobody's business what we do. If you want to sit up all night and talk, I'll do that. If you want to go upstairs to bed, you should do that. Don't feel there is any pressure to do anything else." "Thanks. Lisa told me a little about you, and how you wouldn't take advantage of me. I see she was right about that. I can't decide what I should do. On the one hand it's been a long day. It's after one and I'm really tired, and would like to go to bed. On the other hand, I have a chance to do something I have only dreamed about – I mean spending the night with a guy. I just don't know if it is the right thing to do." "I'm committed to do whatever you want, but you shouldn't do anything you don't feel is right. I'm assigned to the sofa to sleep, but if you wanted to you could lie here with me for a while and we could just talk. Or, if you want the sofa, I'll sleep on the floor." "I think I would like to talk awhile." Richard, towel around his waist, stretched out on his side on the sofa and Emily laid beside him and facing him. She apologized for being so naïve, but he reassured her.