Chapter Eleven

After Mrs. Clark left my room, I tried to figure out how all of her friends figured into what I had discovered. Why did they feel they had to talk to me so urgently? Mrs. Clark and I already shared enough secrets that could get us both in big trouble. I had no reason to keep those secrets while betraying her with a new one.

Had they intended to seduce me? Mrs. Clark insisted they’d just come over to talk. Was something else going on that I hadn’t figured out? They were playing a dangerous game. They both were taking some big risks involving their kids. Maybe they had started to realize how dangerous I could be.

Did Mrs. Clark tell Mom exactly why she needed to talk to me? Mom had to know something was going on between me and her friends. How could she be so open-minded about all of this? Would Mrs. Clark tell Mom we had a threesome in the family room? I had to figure out a way to find out.

I went downstairs, curious to see what, if anything, Mom would say to me. I walked into the kitchen and noticed that she was getting things out to start supper. Mrs. Clark had already left, and Mom didn’t act like anything was wrong. She obviously wasn’t upset about anything Mrs. Clark told her.

I got a glass out of the cabinet and fixed something to drink. She kept right on preparing supper. She seemed totally unconcerned about me. She didn’t say anything until I started to walk out.

“Melissa, your father and I will be gone most of Saturday. We may not get back until Sunday. Jamie’s already spending the night off, and I’d rather you not be here alone. See if you can spend the night with a friend, or we’ll take you to spend the weekend with your grandparents.”

“Where are you and Daddy going?”

“We’re going with some friends to their lake house. If it gets very late, we’re just going to stay until Sunday.”

“Is it some kind of party or something?”

“We’re just going to see some friends, hon,” Mom said. “I’m sure you’ll have a lot more fun with your friends.”

Mrs. Clark had known my parents had plans for the weekend. Did she tell Mom about me possibly staying with her? Was this Mom’s way of letting me know that she wasn’t going to interfere with me staying with the Clarks? Why couldn’t I bring myself to ask Mom about all of this? How do you talk to your Mom about having sex with her friends?

“I’ll let you know,” I said. “I might spend the night at Sarah’s house.”

“That’ll be fine. Colleen and Bob aren’t planning to go anywhere, so they should be home all weekend.”

Did Mom know Sarah was going to be spending the weekend at her grandparents? She knew her mom and dad weren’t going anywhere. Did Mrs. Clark tell her Sarah wasn’t going to be there? Maybe Mrs. Clark was hiding some of this from her. That would explain why she wasn’t so concerned about what I had been doing with her.

“Sarah may already have plans ...” I paused, curious to see if Mom would slip up and say something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Just let your father and I know where you end up staying,” she casually said. “As long as we know where you’ll be, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

I walked out of the kitchen and stood in the hallway. I just stared ahead wondering just what the fuck did Mom know about all of this! If she knew what I was planning to do, she sure didn’t care.

Mom startled me as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.

“Forget what you were about to do?”

“Um, no ... just thinking about something.”

“Everything okay, baby?”

“Yeah, just got a lot on my mind.”

She hugged me tighter, and put her chin on my shoulder, “I remember being your age, and having a lot on my mind too.”

“Those were the olden days, Mom.”

“Well, you know we old people had many of the same things to deal with when we were teenagers too.”

“You’re not old, Mom. You know what I mean.”

“I know you believe you deal with so many new things that I didn’t. They really are the same things, just different circumstances is all.”

Yeah, right. My having sex with Mom’s friends is not what I’d just consider ‘different circumstances’ for anything.

“Melissa, sometimes when you need to make a choice, it’s hard to know the right thing to do,” she told me. “What’s right for you may not be right for someone else. You have to consider your choices in each situation, and then make the best one you can, sweetie.”

“What if I thought you wouldn’t like what I chose?”

“As long as you’re not hurting yourself or someone else, I’m sure I probably could live with your choice.”

“But what if I thought I wasn’t hurting myself, but you thought I was?”

“That’s why you’re not that much different from us old folks, hon,” she squeezed me in her arms. “I trust you to make the right decisions. You haven’t given me any reason not to, yet. I’ll let you know when you step over the line.”

Mom kissed the side of my cheek and walked back into the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what to make of her last statement. Had she just said she was okay with my having sex with her friends? If it was my choice? At least she had talked to me, even if I wasn’t sure what it all really meant.

I walked back up into my bedroom, when I noticed another light cramping in my tummy. I went to the bathroom and pulled down my shorts and panties. My period had started.

******

Saturday morning was a very anxious time for me. I’d told my mom I would be staying at the Clarks, but I never mentioned where Sarah would be. She never asked about or mentioned Sarah either. This was the second time I would spend the night without Sarah being there. Mom and I danced around that fact, or at least I did.

I hung around the house until late afternoon. Jamie had left the day before to spend the weekend with his friend. I was kind of glad he wasn’t around to pester me, so I could think.

My parents had already left in the middle of the afternoon. I stayed in my room most of the afternoon. I had some second thoughts. At one point, I almost called and said I wasn’t coming over. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to spend the night ... especially since I wasn’t bleeding anymore.

The weirdest part was deciding what to wear. I tried on different things to figure out what made me look the cutest. I didn’t have my cheerleader outfit anymore, but I knew Mr. Clark liked white panties. Most of the ones I had were G-strings, but I did have a pair of white bikini panties like the ones I wore the last time. I figured he would like that again.

After trying on different things, I decided to wear a boy beaters top. He would probably like how I looked in it. I remembered he liked when I wasn’t wearing a bra, but I figured I better wear one until I got over there. My nipples were already hard and showing off.

Mr. Clark stared at me a lot when I was around him wearing jean shorts. I liked the way my butt and legs looked while wearing them too. I also put some other things in my bag to wear the next day.

I called Mrs. Clark and asked when she wanted me to come over. She told me I could come over right then if I wanted, and offered to drive over to get me. I decided to ride my bike instead.

After locking up the house, I started riding my bike over to the Clark’s house. I was startled by a car horn and a friend waving from a passing car. After that, I tried to pay more attention to what was going on around me. I didn’t want to be known as the chick that got run over while going to lose her virginity.

As I rode up to the Clark’s house, I glanced over at the Rayner’s house, and wondered if Mrs. Rayner would somehow be spying on us tonight. I really didn’t think Mrs. Clark would do that to me though, not tonight anyways.

I put my bike in the Clark’s backyard. Mrs. Clark opened the backdoor as I walked up the steps. My heart was beating like crazy.

Mrs. Clark was also checking me out. I started feeling very self-conscious. I wondered if I was dressed the way she expected.

After I was inside and she closed the door, I asked, “Do you think your husband will like what I’m wearing?”

“Honey, he’ll love what you’re wearing. I doubt he’ll take his eyes off you at all tonight, no matter what you’re wearing.”

I grinned shyly, but felt more at ease when she said that. Still standing at the backdoor, I pulled my top over my head, and began taking off my bra.

“I know he prefers that I don’t wear this,” I said, grinning devilishly.

Mrs. Clark stepped closer to me, reached out and began playfully pinching my already hard nipples.

“He’ll love how these look through that top too.”

I stood there letting her play with me. She leaned closer and kissed me softly.

“Are you sure about tonight, sweetie? I want this to be what you want. You don’t have to do anything with Bob.”

“I want it to happen. I’ve thought about this for a long time. I’m sure,” I said, nodding.

“Any problems with your period, Mel?”

I shook my head. “I’m not even using a tampon since lunchtime.” I grinned. “It was cutting it close, though.”

"Well, Melissa, you are absolutely priceless. And I’m glad that there is nothing in the way.” She smiled at me. “I’m sure we will all have a wonderful time tonight. Well, let’s put your bag up in the bedroom and wait for Bob. He’s picking up some steaks on the way home.”

We walked upstairs together. It still felt odd that I was about to have sex with her husband, with her encouragement even. But other odd things had ended up being so much fun. I was doing what I wanted. Mrs. Clark wanted it to happen. It was only the thought of my parents that really bothered me.

“Bob should be back any time,” she said, walking up to me. “I can tell you’re nervous. You can still back out, sweetie.”

“It’s kinda scary, but I’m not going to change my mind.”

“I know you’re going to enjoy tonight. Pam already took care of your cherry with a hairbrush,” she said, teasingly.

I looked down and bit my lip, embarrassed. Her hand lifted my chin,

“You look so cute when you blush,” she said, adoringly. “You don’t ever have to feel embarrassed around me. Tonight will be much better than a hairbrush handle, or my strap-on, ever could.”

I couldn’t stop blushing though while remembering that afternoon with the hairbrush. Pam and I had a lot of fun that day doing new things with Sarah and Jamie. Pam had enjoyed it when Jamie fucked her. I knew it would be more fun not being a virgin. I was more than ready for what we’d planned.

Both of us heard noise from downstairs. Mr. Clark announced that he was back. We smiled at each other as she took my hand, and led me back downstairs.

Mr. Clark went out back to prepare the steaks, while his wife made a salad just the way I like. Mr. Clark turned and stared at me as I walked outside to join him at the grill. It was obvious he liked what he saw.

I stopped about halfway and twirled around, showing off. I stopped so that he could check me out from behind. I looked back over my shoulder toward Mr. Clark and caught him staring at my butt. I just smiled at him when he noticed me watching. I then turned around and walked over close to him.

“You look so cute in that top,” he said, staring at my breasts.

“I wore it for you,” I bashfully replied.

He stepped to me and kissed my forehead. I looked up at him. God, he was so handsome. Then he surprised me when he leaned into me and kissed my lips softly. I blushed, and then quickly looked around.

“Don’t worry. No one can see us over the fence,” he assured me.

While it was a wooden fence, it wasn’t quite as tall as the Rayners fence. It seemed to do the job of keeping nosey neighbors from seeing everything.

He then went back to tending to the steaks on the grill. I kept staring at him though, checking out his butt. He had a nice body. I’ve always been attracted to him. I already knew how sexy he was without his clothes on too.

I then boldly stood right next to him. He put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him. He was making me feel like his girl.

After the steaks were ready, we joined Mrs. Clark in the house. She had the table already prepared for us.

We sat around the table and ate. Afterward, Mrs. Clark brought out some of my favorite ice cream for dessert. A girl should lose her virginity more than once if she got treated special like this. But, of course, this was a rather unusual way to lose your virginity.

As we ate our dessert, we didn’t say anything to each other for a short time. I couldn’t think of anything to say anyways. Mrs. Clark must’ve realized how awkward I was beginning to feel.

“This kitchen has never been this quiet. I guess we’re all a bit anxious about tonight.” she said.

I just grinned, still not sure what to say.

Mr. Clark said to me, “Is there anything you would like to do tonight?”

“I don’t know,” I said looking between the two of them, not sure what he was asking me.

Mrs. Clark put her hand on mine, “Is there something you’d like to do? Like, go to a movie or someplace else. You get to do what you want tonight.”

“Oh,” I blushed. “We don’t have to go anywhere. We can just hang out here.”

I looked back at Mr. Clark and noticed him staring at my breasts. I glanced down and saw that my nipples were really showing off through my top.

“I’d have to put something else on if we did go somewhere,” I grinned.

“I think we should stay here then,” Mr. Clark said, winking at me.

Mrs. Clark teased her husband, “Mel hoped you would like what she is wearing.”

“She looks great in anything she wears,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said, gazing at him, more sure than ever that I wanted him.

We cleaned up after we were through eating. I was putting away the dishes when I noticed Mrs. Clark whisper something to her husband. She left the kitchen without saying anything to me. I stood near the sink for a moment before Mr. Clark stepped closer to me.

He took my hand in his and said, “Let’s go to the family room for a little bit.”

I walked beside him to their family room, holding hands. We sat together on the couch, and he kept my hand in his.

I asked, “Where is Mrs. Clark?”

“She went upstairs to give us a little time to talk. Are you nervous being alone with me?”

“No,” I said. “I guess I’m not sure what to do, is all.”

“I understand, and it’s okay,” he gently said. “Colleen wanted us to be alone for a little while. She wants to be sure you’re comfortable with me.”

“I like hanging out with both of you, even though you and I haven’t been around each other as much.”

“I’m sure you’re feeling a little awkward. To be honest, so am I,” he said, turning more to me. “Are you sure you want to do this tonight? Things can stop anytime you want.”

I was a little surprised he said that. I figured he was just anxious to put his cock inside me. His concern seemed very real though. It made me feel better too.

“I don’t want to stop,” I said, feeling more relaxed as we looked at each other.

He gently brushed back my hair, moving his hand to touch the side of my face.

“Can I kiss you, Melissa?”

I nodded as I looked into his eyes. He leaned to me and softly pressed his lips to mine for a few moments before pulling back slightly. Again, he pressed his lips to mine, but more passionately. I kissed back just as deeply. I felt his tongue pushing between my lips. Our kiss became very demanding as he held my face with both of his hands, his tongue inside my mouth, mine in his.

He pulled me closer to him. There was absolutely no doubt that I wanted him to be my first. His lips left mine. He kissed and sucked lightly down my neck. I wrapped an arm around his head pulling him close. I closed my eyes and moaned as a hand lightly touched the side of my breast and then fully covered first one then the other, squeezing them and rubbing lightly over my sensitive nipples.

His other hand gently caressed my thighs. I spread my legs a little and his hand moved between them to cup my mound through my shorts. He rubbed my pussy and I felt myself getting very wet. His lips left my neck, and he touched my cheek.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

I nodded. I was ready to go anywhere he wanted. He reached for my hand as we stood up. I looked up at him with a burning desire for him to kiss me again. He had the same need as he pulled me to him and kissed me again for a few moments, his erection pressing into me.

We went upstairs to their bedroom, hand in hand. Standing at the door for a moment, I looked into the dimly lit room. The only light was coming from a small bedside lamp.

Mrs. Clark was waiting for us. She joined us beside their bed. I’m sure she could tell that I was more than ready.

She kissed her husband deeply for a few moments. I felt a little relief seeing their intimacy, especially after making out with him downstairs. He was her husband, after all. I didn’t want to do anything to make her mad at me.

She said to me, “As cute as you look in those clothes, I prefer you without them.” She looked toward him, and before stepping away from us, she said, “Let me watch you undress her.”

His hands caressed down my sides. They stopped when they touched my bare skin below my top. His fingers hooked the bottom, and lifted it off me.

Putting his hands above my hips, he stared at my breasts. He slid both hands up to cup underneath them, caressing them softly.

Mr. Clark stepped back from me, and began taking his shirt off, exposing his handsome chest. I thought about touching him the same as he did me, but I was still too nervous.

He again placed his hands on my sides, gently moving up and down, touching my skin, and caressing me. He pulled me to him. My hard nipples pressed into his body as he kissed me again, while his hands moved down my sides and over my shorts, grabbing and squeezing my butt cheeks firmly.

He knelt in front of me and began taking my shoes and socks off. Then he slid his hands up my bare legs to the front of my shorts, undoing them. He slipped them down and off, leaving me standing in my white panties.

His hands gently caressed my legs again, moving up. My whole body tingled when his hand slipped between my legs, touching my covered pussy with his fingertips. I was already very wet, and his touch made me even more so. He leaned closer and pressed his mouth against my panties, kissing my covered clit as his fingertips played lower.

He moved his hands to my sides, hooked the top of my panties, and pulled them down my legs until I stepped out of them.

He stood up again before reaching down to take off his own shoes and socks. He loosened his belt and undid his pants, letting them fall down his legs, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His erection was so close to my pussy. I wanted it closer.

He took me by my shoulders, and pushed me onto the bed. He joined me, moving over my body. His hard cock pressed against my hip while he kissed me. He kissed down my neck to the top of my chest. One of his hands cupped beneath my breast, gently squeezing out to my nipple.

His lips brushed over the tip for a few moments before taking it inside his mouth, gently sucking, licking. He moved to my other breast, repeating the same thing. His mouth felt so good. I placed a hand on the back of his head, letting him know I didn’t want him to stop.

His hand moved down over my stomach, stopping at my pubic hair. His mouth trailed down from my nipple, following the same path. My legs were pushed wider apart. I was completely exposed to him. My pussy was throbbing. I wanted him to touch me there.

He continued teasing me though, using his mouth and fingers everywhere except where I needed it most.

He moved so that he was lying between my legs. His hands slid under my upper thighs, lifting them to open me even more. I thought I was going to explode when his tongue finally touched my engorged clit.

My legs shivered as he pressed his mouth over my clit, licking and sucking gently. A finger slipped easily inside me. I began pushing against his mouth as my orgasm slowly began. He started furiously licking my clit. Moments later, I grabbed his head and wailed out. My whole body became tense as I came hard against his mouth.

I pushed his head away from my pussy when my clit became too sensitive. Panting, I glared at his wet mouth as he looked at my face. He moved up my body so that his face was above mine. The shaft of his hard cock pressed against my mound. His mouth found mine, kissing me lustfully.

Neither one of us said a word. I knew this was the moment. I felt him moving so his erection was at my entrance. The head of his cock felt wonderful touching me. I spread my legs further, bending my knees, opening myself more for him.

He kissed me again and pushed against my opening. I could feel the head inside me. He felt so big as he stretched me. I wanted all of him. I grabbed his sides, and he lowered himself into me until our hips were joined. My pussy had never felt so full. This was so much better than anything before.

Slowly, he began to fuck me. He withdrew until only the head was inside me, and then thrust back completely again. I squeezed him as his pace became faster. His moans told me that I was making him feel just as good as he was making me.

He leaned up a little and glanced down between us, telling me to look as well. His wet shaft looked so hot pumping in and out of me. He slowed his pace a little so I could watch better. My pussy gripped his cock tightly as he withdrew. My lips stretched, pulling at him, attempting to keep him inside, disappearing with his shaft as he pushed in again.

He looked back up at me and began fucking me with longer, harder strokes. I squeezed his shaft tightly. The feeling was incredible. I was panting and moaning as he shook my body with his thrusts into me. I raised my hips to meet his downward push. He began grunting like he does when he orgasms. I wanted his cum inside me.

He thrust hard one last time and held still, stretching me so deep. His body was rigid. His cock jerked inside me, filling me with his cum. His body was covered in sweat as he strained, joined to mine. I hadn’t orgasmed, but the feeling was still very satisfying.

Still inside me, he lay down against me, kissing the side of my face and neck, breathing deeply, his breath warm against my skin. He moved his face so I could see his cock still in my cunt.

“That was incredible. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m very okay,” I said, smiling up at him.

I felt Mrs. Clark moving onto the bed, her face appearing close to mine and her husband, “You were beautiful, Melissa. You both were beautiful.”

I smiled at her. She leaned down and kissed my cheek.

“How does it feel to no longer be a virgin?”

“It feels great. It still does,” I said, smiling and looking down to where we were still joined. They both looked with me. It was so sexy that he wanted to stay inside me.

Mrs. Clark gave her husband a quick kiss, “You were wonderful. I could see how much she enjoyed you.”

I said to her, “I kinda thought you might have left the room. Were you here the whole time?”

She reached to the end of the bed, and brought back the digital camera.

“I was a little busy,” she grinned and held up the camera. “I’m glad you weren’t paying attention to me.” She looked at her husband, “That’s a compliment to you as well.”

“I figured you would use the video camera,” I said, giggling.

“Oh, I did. But it’s over on the dresser,” she chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at her and smiled.

She rubbed her husband’s back, kissed his cheek, and said, “There’s something I want to do now for Melissa.”

I looked curiously at her. Mr. Clark seemed to know what was on her mind. He slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy and gently moved off me, leaving me spread open. She took her husband’s place between my legs, moving her face close to my pussy. I was no longer curious.

She raised my thighs slightly, and placed her mouth over my opening. Her tongue pushed inside my just fucked pussy. She had licked me before, but this was so different. I knew what she felt. I’d experienced it a number of times with her. It felt better being on the receiving end.

It was so wicked knowing she was doing this after her husband had just filled me with his cum. Her tongue licked me. Her fingers fucked me. Her mouth sucked most of her husband’s cum out of me. I grabbed her head as my legs trembled and my pussy throbbed. I screamed as I came, holding her tightly to me and pushing myself against her mouth.

I was still coming down from my orgasm when they both moved to lie on either side of me. Mr. Clark gently played with my breast as Mrs. Clark kissed me with her cum covered mouth. We lay together, relaxing, enjoying the moment.

Looking up at the ceiling, I asked no one specific, “Who’ll get to see the video?”

Mrs. Clark propped herself with her arm, and said, “No one you don’t want to see it.”

“What about the pictures? Will my parents see any of them, or the video?”

“We won’t show them to anyone you don’t want us to,” she stated. “Is there someone you don’t want see them?”

They were both still touching and caressing me. My body still felt like it was on fire. They were enjoying my body. I was enjoying their attention. This was all so wrong in so many ways. But, I liked the thought of that. It wasn’t wrong for me. Maybe that’s why I didn’t care who saw the pictures, at least for now.

I answered her, “You can show them to your friends. I don’t mind.”

“You’re sure, sweetie?” she asked.

I nodded and she kissed me again.

“You know you can trust me with them. If you change your mind, just tell me.”

“I kinda like the idea of people seeing them ... watching me. It turns me on,” I said, cutting my eyes at her.

She looked over to her husband, smiled and said to me, “I think someone’s ready for more.”

Mr. Clark was already hard again. I gave Mrs. Clark a devilish look and reached for his cock, stroking it gently. She winked and said, “You fuck him this time.”

She nudged me to move over his body. I straddled his hips and put my hands on his firm chest. Mrs. Clark moved behind me, between his legs. She took his erection and rubbed the head along my lips.

“Sit down on him, sweetie. Slide down his big hard cock.”

I softly groaned as I lowered myself until I was sitting on his hips. He was completely inside. I remained still, enjoying the feeling of being so full again. Mrs. Clark’s hand touched where we were joined. Mr. Clark reached up and played with my nipples, pinching and pulling them nicely.

I moved up and down on him. Looking down between us, I saw just how big he looked going inside my little pussy. As I lifted my hips, my pussy lips gripped and slid tightly along his rigid wet shaft. They disappeared inside me as I lowered. Mrs. Clark was taking more pictures, but I stayed focused on the man I was fucking.

I looked back at his strained face, and fucked him faster. I rode his cock until I came again. This one was really intense. I knew I was moaning loudly too.

He pulled me down against him, holding his cock deep inside me. I squeezed it with my pussy, and he moaned in appreciation. He hadn’t cum again yet, but I was a little wasted from my orgasm.

We stopped for a little while after that. Still naked, we all went downstairs to get something to drink and eat. I was dripping a little cum still, and Mrs. Clark handed me a towel to wipe between my legs. Mr. Clark took every opportunity to touch me. He seemed to enjoy playing with my butt. After watching him a bit, Mrs. Clark finally jokingly told him that my butt was off limits to his cock, for now anyways. I was glad she said it, because I hadn’t really considered letting him do that.

We went back to their bedroom and fooled around more. Mrs. Clark and I licked and sucked his cock until he was hard again. We took turns having sex with each other, as well as all of us together. I’d thought sex was fun before, but they showed me just how incredible it could be. I even took pictures of them together for a change.

It felt wonderful to be able to have sex and not worry about someone discovering us. It was fun walking naked around their house with them. In the kitchen, Mr. Clark had me lean over the stove while he fucked me from behind. Another time, I went down on Mrs. Clark as she sat on the counter where she fixed their meals. We had the whole evening just to ourselves and we took advantage of it, doing whatever we wanted.

Later, we sat around nude in their family room and watched a video they had from a night with the Rayners. Before long though, we were watching each other masturbate, which I usually only like to do alone. I wanted them to watch me get myself off though. Watching them play with themselves made it more fun.

When we were all pretty wasted, we went to sleep in their bed with me between them. There were so many wet spots. We all had one to lie in.

Sometime during the night, I woke up when Mr. Clark moved over me. He kissed me deeply as he pushing himself into me again. He had been mostly gentle with me until then. His thrusts were anything but gentle this time. I thought he was going to fuck me through their bed. At first, I was surprised how rough he was being, but it felt incredible too.

******

I woke up the next morning with him spooning me from behind. I turned a little to see if Mrs. Clark was beside him, but she had already gotten up. My moving woke him up,

“Good morning, cutie. How was your night?” he said, grinning sleepily.

“I had a fun night. How was yours?” I playfully replied.

He reached for my hand, squeezed it, and sincerely asked, “Any regrets?”

“No. No regrets.”

“I’m glad,” he said, as he leaned over to kiss my forehead. “Colleen is probably fixing breakfast. She always wakes up early no matter how late we’re up. Let’s go take a quick shower.”

The shower was anything but quick. We took our time washing each other. His touches made my body tingle. I loved soaping him up too. His cock felt wonderful in my hand as I stroked it. I played with his balls, holding them, gently caressing, as I got on my knees and sucked him.

Mr. Clark was drying me off when Mrs. Clark walked in and stared at us. I grinned guiltily before she hugged and kissed me.

We got dressed, went downstairs and ate. Mr. Clark continued touching me whenever he could though. I loved the attention. It made me feel sexy knowing he liked my body so much.

After we finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen, Mr. Clark got all of us around their computer so we all could check out the pictures from the night before. I was surprised they turned out so well, considering there was so little light in the room.

We went into the family room and watched parts of the video. It turned out great. I wondered how many other people they had video of while having sex. I was surprised how hot we looked together, and it made me horny again. They must’ve felt the same, because we ended up having sex again on their couch.

All of us had to shower again. Afterwards I sat in the kitchen talking with Mrs. Clark for a while. We talked some about the previous Tuesday again. She told me Mrs. Rayner really panicked after they had left her house. She was terrified I would tell someone, especially one of her kids. I finally understood why they had come over like they did.

Before I left, Mr. Clark handed me some printouts of pictures from Tuesday. He said they were some of the highlights. He also gave me some from the previous night. Those were more special, at least to me. He promised to put the video on a disc for me real soon too. I figured I wouldn’t be the only one to get a copy.

******

Early in the afternoon, I said goodbye to both of them and rode my bike home. I smiled dreamily the entire way home, happy about how things had gone. I was so glad I wasn’t a virgin any longer, but I also wondered what I’d tell Sarah and Pam. How could I explain I wasn’t a virgin?

When I got home, I saw that my parents had already returned from the lake. I saw Mom in the kitchen, but I didn’t see Daddy.

After I went upstairs and put my bag away, and hid the pictures, I checked out Jamie’s room to see if he was back yet. I didn’t see the bag he used when spending the night off though.

While standing in his doorway, I considered the idea of letting Jamie fuck me. We had already done so much together. Since I wasn’t a virgin anymore, the excuse I’d been using was gone. I didn’t think I could tell him I lost my virginity to Mr. Clark, even though he’d already admitted to having been with Mrs. Clark.

After going back downstairs, I walked into the kitchen and saw Mom sitting at the table.

“Hi, sweetie,” she said. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I just got home,” I said, and turned to walk out.

“Melissa, wait.”

I stopped and turned back to her. She got up and came over to me. At first she just stared at me. I held my breath waiting for her to say something, but she hugged me instead.

“Are you hungry?”

“No, I ate not long ago,” I said, and then wondered if she could tell any difference in me.

She again looked at me curiously for a few moments.

I started to ask if something was wrong when she kissed my cheek and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom,” I said a little cautiously.

“I’ll be gone for a little while,” she told me. “Your father is downstairs in his office. Let him know if you go anywhere.”

I was pretty sure where she was going. But after being up so late the night before, I didn’t feel like trying to follow her. I probably could’ve spied on them if they stayed in the Clarks family room, but I wouldn’t be able to hear them talking.

I decided to just crash in my room for the afternoon and try to decide what to tell my friends about my virginity. Losing it to Mr. Clark had been the right thing. He had tried to make it special for me, and he did make me feel that way.

(continued in chapter 12)