Storiesonline.net ------- Gang of Five by Shrink42 Copyright© 2009 by Shrink42 ------- Description: A close-knit group of older women who seem to have it all seek to fill the one big lack in their lives. When they succeed, will that be enough, or will they be drawn to new challenges? Several connections to the 'Transformations' series. MInimal codes used. Codes: MF cons rom ------- ------- Chapter 1 The other four looked at Carole with a combination of surprise and amusement. It was nothing new for the five closest friends to be naked together in the hot tub. Often, two or more were together in very minimal attire. Now, though, Carole was telling them to stay naked while they ate brunch after their soak in the hot tub. "I turned up the heat a few degrees, so we should be plenty comfortable, and here is a pile of towels to sit on." "Hey, I'm not complaining, or anything," Claire said with a little laugh, "but what's going on?" "My turn to host, my rules," Carole answered, trying to feign a gruffness that did not work well at all. As they ate brunch, the unaccustomed nudity kept the conversation less lively than usual, but no one chose to question Carole's reasons until they were all drinking coffee or tea afterwards. "OK, Hon," Claire said without her usual ribald humor. "Retirement getting you down?" "Maybe, but the reason for the skin show is just a little practice. I think we should all go to a nude resort," Carole told them. "Go where?" Nancy demanded loudly. "You've got to be kidding!" The five long-time closest friends, Carole Gruden, Claire Passault, Julie Cashien, Nancy Withers, and Phyllis Larson, were together for the Sunday brunch that was as near to a fixed commitment as the 'Gang of Five' had. "We've talked a lot about this Transformations place," Carole said. "It's amazing how the nudity helps so many of those women. They come out completely changed." "Yeah, but they all go in with big problems," Nancy countered. "We're not like that." "No, we're not," Claire agreed. "We're just rich old bitches with no big problems except that we're so horny we can't stand it." Claire could always be depended on to describe things in the most 'earthy' way possible. "But, I'm just not comfortable going naked like that," Nancy protested. "I'm not slim and trim like the rest of you." All of the women were in their late fifties or early sixties. They were all talented, independent, financially secure, and physically in the best possible condition. Also, they were all sexually active, but not nearly as active as they would like to be. Nancy was the most voluptuous of the five, sporting a classical hour-glass figure. While she no longer looked forty, few would have guessed her true age from looking at her. She carried more 'padding' than the others, but that only covered the firm muscles beneath. "God, Nancy! If I only had your boobs, I would never cover them," Claire retorted. With a professional dance career on her rather long resume, Claire had a dancer's build. Her legs and ass were shapely and taut and her torso was slim and graceful. Her breasts were the smallest in the group, but still filled out her clothes nicely. "But then they'd sag even worse," Nancy complained. Her breasts were large and very full and firm. That meant that they did not sag nearly as much as would be expected of a busty sixtyish woman. "Think we can get laid there?" Claire asked, changing the subject. "That's really not the objective," Carole responded, "but I suppose it could happen. The clientele at a lot of the nude resorts is mostly German, Dutch, and Scandinavian. Who knows?" "Ooooh! Lots of uncut cocks!" Claire chortled. "And shaved pussies, too." She looked right at Phyllis as she said the last. Phyllis's crotch was permanently devoid of hair. "Tell me why you think we should do this, again," Nancy pled. If there was an actual leader of the group, it was Carole. "I, for one, want to crank up my sexual activity," she said seriously. "We are all sexually liberated, at least we would like to be." That brought a chuckle. "We can all be very proud of our physical condition, thanks to Phyllis and Nancy. I just think that if we can be even more self-confident, it will help us find men that can be good partners." "You mean husbands?" Julie asked with a trace of worry. "Oh, we've been over and over that," Carole answered. "Unless something has changed, none of us are really looking for permanence. Hey, while we sun on the beach, we'll have lots of time to talk about finding cocks. Are you all willing to go?" "When is it?" Julie asked. "Well, I haven't made any actual plans, yet," Carole admitted. "A travel agent I talked to said that there are often some unbelievable last-minute deals. I don't know if we're quite ready for it yet, anyway." "I can't see how I'll ever be ready," Nancy complained. Claire could not let that pass. Hugging Nancy briefly, she told her "Maybe if we spend enough time naked, you'll stop pretending to be so modest. We've seen those poor men staggering out of your house." Amid some giggles, Nancy protested "But that's all private." "So, build up that confidence," Phyllis interjected. "Let the men know what they're in for right up front." Nancy was blushing almost dangerously, but it did not last. She soon started giggling with the rest of them. "So, reading about Transformations triggered this new nudity kick, huh, Carole?" Julie asked. "Well, mainly reading the comments of the women who have been through there," Carole answered. "Of course, being naked is just part of what goes on there, but it's the one part we can do. We're already into the diet and exercise parts." "Hmmmmm," Phyllis mused aloud, trying to keep a straight face. "Since it's at my house next week, you all have to leave your clothes in the car." That lightened the mood considerably. ------- Rebecca Sanders had always felt closer to her aunt, Nancy Withers, than to her own mother. As a very successful family counsellor with a Ph.D. in Psychology, it was one of the failures of Rebecca's life that she could not seem to strengthen the relationship with her mother. That did not stop her from spending what time she could with her Aunt Nancy. "So, what has the Gang of Five been up to lately?" Rebecca teased. "Oh, Carole's on this nudity kick. She wants us all to go to a nude resort together," Nancy answered. "Last Sunday morning, she made us stay naked. She's been reading a lot about Transformations." "You know, I have some connections there, Aunt Nancy." "You do?" "Yes. I've met with most of the management people, even Dr. Waxman, the director. I'm particularly fascinated with the section that Lindsey Hall, the country singer, set up. It's a place for good kids who have intolerable home situations." "Yes, I've heard about that. Has it been working well?" "Some of the stories of those kids break your heart," Rebecca said, "but the kids are great. They have a new life and they make the most of it." Conversation drifted off to other subjects, but Rebecca had the germ of an idea. ------- "Well, hello, Rebecca. I haven't seen you in a while," Carole exclaimed as she opened the door to Nancy's niece. After greetings and Carole's offer of refreshment, Rebecca said "Nancy told me about your nude brunch and your plan for the nude resort. I had a devilish idea." "But Nancy's the most reluctant one of us," Carole cautioned. "Oh, I know that. I can't say that I'm a big nudity fan, but I sure can't argue with the effect it has had at Transformations. Did you know that I have some connections there?" "I wasn't aware of that, Rebecca. The place fascinates me." "Maybe you should think about funding a scholarship at Lindsey's Place, Carole. I tell you, the kids I have met there are really special. Actually, I have a crazy idea involving those kids. How would you like to really shake up the rest of the Gang?" "Especially Nancy, right?" "Well, Auntie dear needs to stop pretending to be so modest." That caused the two to laugh together. "The kids at Lindsey's are very comfortable with nudity." "You mean even the kids live naked?" Carole asked in surprise. "Oh, no, but for various reasons, they are exposed to it quite a bit. How would you like to have some of Lindseys' boys serve your next naked brunch." Carole just gaped at Rebecca, then exploded. "My God! That would be perfect! Oh, what a marvelous idea! Next Sunday is supposed to be at Phyllis's. I'll get her to switch with me. Can you stay a few minutes longer?" After calling the slightly puzzled Phyllis and getting her to agree to the switch, Carole asked Rebecca "Why would the boys want to do this?" "Well, after you fund a scholarship, I think they will be eager," Rebecca said with a grin. "Seriously, I have done one, and it is really a worthwhile thing." "I guess you know that it won't strain me," Carole answered. "Will you set it up for me?" "No, but I'll connect one of you with Lindseys' management." "Say, Rebecca, could you set us up as a client - the whole gang, I mean? I guess you could list me as the official client," Carole asked. "Really? I guess I could do that. Oh, wait. I'm Julie's client for taxes and some other things. I'm concerned about conflict of interest, there. Hmmm. There must be other counsellors that have reciprocal relationships with patients. I'll find out, but assume that you're on." "Good. Bill us for whatever time you spend contacting Transformations for us." "Uh, Carole? What kinds of things will you want my help with?" "I can't tell you right now, Rebecca. I do know you that somehow, I want to find some reliable men as regular sex partners. I think the other women want the same things. As you can tell, I am fascinated with the use of nudity, too. Overall, I'm just - antsy, I guess. Not handling retirement as easily as I would like. If those things make you uncomfortable..." "Hmmmm. You are certainly not talking about the normal family counseling that I do. Well, maybe it's a good thing that I extend my, uh, boundaries a little. I'm starting to feel a little hypocritical doing marriage counseling, anyway, when I can't fix my own." "It always takes two who want to fix it, Rebecca," Carole said softly. "You, of all people know that." "I assume Nancy has told you all about it?" "I doubt if she has told us everything she knows," Carole answered, "especially if you asked her to keep it secret. By now you must know that it won't go any farther." "Yes, I know that. Actually, it's a relief to have someone else know - someone who cares. Carole, I'm looking forward to talking with you and the Gang about some unconventional things." ------- "We're always happy for chances to get the kids out into other social situations," Muriel Renfrew, manager of Lindsey's told Carole over coffee at Lindsey's. It was late on a school morning and no one else was around. "I have to say that this will be the most unique outside contact ever, though." "But will they be able to do it? Will they enjoy it?" "They will love it," Muriel assured Carole, "and by the time they leave, I'll bet the women will love the boys, too." ------- The next Sunday morning at Carole's, it took several minutes after coming in from the hot tub before Claire asked "Hey, Carole, how come you haven't started fixing anything yet?" The timing could not have worked out better if Carole had scripted it. Almost before the question died on Claire's lips, the doorbell rang. As relaxed and comfortable as they had all gotten by that point, the threat of someone new discovering their nudity made them all react defensively. "Funny you should ask, Claire. The caterers are here with a special brunch," Carole informed them, somehow keeping from laughing at how well she had put one over on her friends. Actually, it would have been hard to laugh when her own stomach was tied in knots. She had set this up, and for that reason, she would somehow act in control. The idea of baring herself to four teenaged boys, though, was more frightening than she had anticipated. "Caterers!" came from Nancy, Claire, and Julie almost in unison. Phyllis looked surprised, but ended up with a little grin. "Yes, caterers. Now, listen to me, and don't anyone dare leave. Our meal this morning will be served by four very nice high school boys. Nancy! Stay right where you are!" Carole almost never used any kind of commanding voice, and mostly because of shock and surprise, the others all froze. "These young men are very used to naked women, and they will be completely at ease. WE are mature, confident, worldly women who all have the best bodies we can have. WE WILL BE relaxed and congenial and we will enjoy being with these young men. Nancy, get the door, please." Nancy was frozen in place. Carole knew that Nancy would be the weak point, so she took her friend's arm and led her to the door. Carole actually had to open it, holding on to Nancy's arm to keep her from bolting. When the door opened, Julie and Claire gasped as the four boys stepped in. The youngest looking of the four stepped forward and spoke with impressive composure and eloquence. "Good morning, Ladies. My name is Randy. My friends here are Trip, Alex, and Jeremy. I understand that this is a shock to most of you. We're going to bring in the food, now, and give you a little longer to recover before we find out who you are. "I'm sure that Carole told you that we are used to being around naked women. That will all be explained later. We are all hormonally challenged teens, though. If you notice the inevitable effects of your lovely naked bodies on us, please don't be offended. We certainly intend no disrespect. We just can't help it." The four boys walked back out the door, while three of the women stood stunned, and even Phyllis was subdued. "Well, are you going to let these kids be the only ones with some composure?" Carole demanded. "So, you set this up without telling us?" Julie challenged Carole. "Yup. Actually, you can thank Nancy for this special treat." "Wh ... what? I had no idea! What do you mean?" Nancy protested. "Well, you told Rebecca about last week's naked brunch. She has connections at Transformations, and voila!" "Ohhhh, no. I'm sorry!" Nancy moaned. "Sorry, nothing!" Phyllis laughed. "From the size of those hubcaps you wear on the end of your boobs, I'd say you're as excited as any of us." That brought a lot of good-natured ribbing down on the wildly blushing Nancy and did a lot to ease the tension. Carole challenged "They'll be back in a moment. Are you going to help them with the food, or not? And don't even think about covering up!" It was the right move, giving them something to do. The women, even Nancy, met the boys at the door and took their loads from them to the kitchen while the boys went back for more. Once a whole array of containers was spread around the kitchen, the women naturally started to help with setup and serving. That caused Randy to make another speech. "Ladies, please! To us, catering for you means that you do nothing but eat and enjoy. Believe me, we are all very used to serving meals. You may watch all you went, but let us do our jobs." He said it in a light-hearted way that did not offend. Gretchen Berg, the Tee's food service manager, and Carol, her assistant, loved preparing special meals, and they had gone all out for this one. By the time the women were enjoying dessert, they seemed to have forgotten their exposure. Nancy was mercifully distracted from her embarrassment as dish after dish showed not only excellent quality and preparation, but obvious attention to sound nutrition. She made a mental note to meet and congratulate whomever had prepared the meal. All of the women were pleasantly distracted by the noticeable bulges in the boys' pants. Carole got everyone's attention when it appeared to be time to leave the table. "The reason the guys have not answered many of your questions is because they were instructed not to. They are more than willing, but I needed to get your agreement, first. Rebecca has convinced the management at Transformations that anything we learn about their operation will not leave this group. Believe me, that took some fancy talking. Is there anyone who cannot swear to that?" That was a pretty serious promise, but the Gang had a long history of total discretion with each other's sometimes sensitive secrets. They all agreed. "OK. While the guys clean up, you know where the bathrooms are. Fix your hair, powder your face, rouge your nipples, fluff up your pubes, whatever will make you more comfortable." Carole paused and ducked a couple of thrown napkins. Carole could not resist ramping up the talk. "If you need to get off to relieve the tension, you'll find some scented pussy wipes under the counters." She waited for the protests to die down. "I want you to hear these guys' stories. I'll buy dinner at Chez Charles for anyone who can make it through all of them without crying. OK, go do repairs. You've got about fifteen minutes." Sitting naked at the table while the boys served was one thing. When they adjourned to the family room where they all sat facing each other, it took some getting used to for the women. Randy, the boys' eloquent spokesman spoke right away. "I'm sure you all noticed how your naked bodies affected us. We all wore heavy jock straps this morning, but..." he let his voice trail off suggestively. "I think all of the guys will agree with me that we were stunned when we walked in and saw all of you. Having been told your age group and having seen a number of the women residents at Transformations, we thought we had come to the wrong house, or something. "As you probably know, the Tee, as we call Transformations, stresses getting the body in the best condition it can be in as part of the transformation process. Well, I think the five of you should come to the Tee and be living examples. You would be an inspiration to our residents, I'm sure." As if the women had not already been eating up the boys' attention. Of course, no one got the free dinner. In fact, almost all of them teared up at all of the stories. When Randy told about his persistent erection problem, Nancy blurted out "How can you just sit there and talk about something so ... so private? With strangers!" "I don't consider any of you strangers," was Randy's first response. "All over the Tee complex, we learn that everything about our bodies is just normal and natural. It's nothing to be secretive about. Besides that, who knows when hearing my story will end up with someone else being helped. I feel like I owe my current wonderful life to people who were willing to help me." That was the tone of the next few hours. After the guys had left with unashamed hugs from all the women, the other four accosted Carole. "I don't know whether to hug you or scratch your eyes out," Claire stated. "Oh, who do you think you're kidding?" Carole riposted. "Your nipples never got soft the whole evening, and I think I can smell you from here. You'll take any chance you can get to have appreciative male eyes ogle your bare ass." The others laughed at Claire's mock pout. As the group's usual instigator of things ribald or suggestive, they enjoyed seeing her topped for once. "Well, is this just a way to get us to donate?" Claire tried to recover. "That's up to each of you. I'm finding lots of things there I'd like to help with," Carole answered. "So, why naked these last two weeks?" " ... and next week at Nancy's, for sure," Carole interjected to only mild comments from the others. "Some other boys will be serving." Then she went on to address Claire's question. "Look, maybe I'm the only one, but I think my life needs some spice," Carole tried to explain. "Don't get me wrong. I love doing the investment stuff. It's in my blood. But I need more to feel like I have really retired." "More sex, you mean?" Claire jibed, trying to get the upper hand again. "Absolutely. Look, we've all worked hard to keep our bodies looking much younger than we are. I think it has extended all of our sexual peaks way beyond any normal curves. We each have some sources of sex, but I'm not satisfied with mine for a number of reasons. From the general grumbling, I doubt the rest of you are satisfied, either. "So, the nudity thing was triggered by my interest in Transformations and Rebecca's connections there. These two brunches were just a start, though. I have tentative reservations for a villa at a nude resort in the Caribbean for ten days from now. If any of you don't want to do that, I have to know within three days. The deal is all of us or none of us." "How many days did you reserve for?" Phyllis asked. "Four nights," Carole answered. "In case we find it boring after the initial shock, I didn't want to string it out too long." Nancy's concern was noticeable, but Carole had validated something about her friend that evening. Nancy was probably not faking reluctance, but somewhere inside, she was as much an exhibitionist and sexual adventuress as any of them. The answer was to ignore her protests. She would not actually turn down anything exciting. ------- All of the Gang of Five, even the supposedly reluctant Nancy, loved spontaneity, even if it was as personally embarrassing as the current trip. Part of the appeal to most of them was the way it shocked the children of those who had them. Phyllis had never married and Claire was divorced with no children, but Carole, Nancy, and Julie enjoyed the impact of their adventures on their offspring. By agreement, they had just said that they were going to a Caribbean resort on a special deal. They did mention the name of the resort, wondering if any of the offspring would investigate enough to discover that it was clothing optional. By agreement that was reached only after some argument, clothing was not optional for any of the group. They would wear only what was absolutely required by the resort management in a particular situation. They did rent a large villa because they wanted to be able to just walk out the door and be on the beach. Also, even though the food and service at the restaurant was excellent, Nancy insisted that they stay with their eating discipline for at least two meals each day. For the one meal a day that they ate at the restaurant, they ate by the pool two of the evenings. By the pool, they could stay naked. Nancy had a very successful career as a nutritionist and dietician, both in her own practice and on contract with several hospitals and clinics. Like the others, she was semi-retired, but she took the responsibility of making sure they all ate properly very seriously. It was the great tragedy of her life that she could never get her own beloved husband to follow an eating plan that could have staved off the hereditary heart problems that took him at fifty-five. When they were driven to their villa and had stowed their modest luggage, Carole told them "OK, we're going to get this over with. We are going out there naked and we are going to walk all over the whole complex. Even with all of our tanning booth time, we're still what I think the nudists call 'cotton-tails' - we're paler than most people here." "But, Carole," Nancy objected. "There are lots of people here who have clothes on." "That won't be us," Carole said firmly. "It's late enough in the day so we don't need sunscreen. Pee, get your sandals on, and let's go." Claire and Phyllis had to take Nancy's hands as they left the villa. She was actually a bit unsteady. As Carole had suspected, though, it did not take Nancy long before she was strolling, gawking, and greeting passersby with the rest of them. ------- They did not stay together all of the time at the resort. With the many water activities available, their interests led them to try different things. The one time they were always together made quite a sight. Early each morning, they ran together on the beach, making several circuits back and forth to reach three miles. All but Claire wore sports bras to prevent their breasts from bouncing too much, and Nancy and Julie wore shoes because of stress problems with their feet. None of them wore anything else. There was plenty of time in the sun for discussion, and nudity ended up being a big topic. There were jocular debates about whether circumcised or uncut penises were more attractive. The clientele were, in fact, mostly Northern European, and many of both sexes had all pubic hair shaved off. That was also a topic of light-hearted debate. The clientele was skewed toward the older generation, and there were many sober comments about the generally poor physical condition of both older men and older women. "How can a woman expose THAT?" Claire demanded at one point. "Has she no pride? Is that what European beaches look like?" "I don't suppose American beaches would be any better if they were nude," Phyllis answered. "Why do some of those out of shape men bother to shave their crotches, anyway. No one can see anything under those hanging bellies." There was definitely an ego boost for all of the women. All eyes were on them wherever they went, and they knew it. When Nancy came out of the bathroom the third morning with tightly trimmed pubic hair, it set off a storm of good-natured teasing. Her retort was "Do you realize that four of us have half of the total pubic hair on this whole beach?" More than anything else, that episode reassured Carole that she had done exactly the right thing. "Do you really think this will affect us that much when we return home?" Julie asked on the fourth day. "Nancy, how about you?" asked Phyllis. "Are you feeling any different? When the men stare at you, does it bother you less than when we arrived?" "Oh. I hadn't thought about that," Nancy said thoughtfully. "Actually, I don't even notice the men much, any more. Well, if they have especially nice muscles or a neat cock, I do." That was quite a statement for Nancy to make, and Claire broke into a belly laugh. "You're a genius at more than money, Carole," Claire chortled. "It's working." "But when we get home," Julie complained, "there won't be any chances to go naked for anyone." "You never know," Phyllis retorted. "Maybe we can just make chances." "Easy for you to say," Nancy objected. "You didn't even blush the first time we walked out of the villa." "Well, I guess when you're in a body profession, you get pretty used to it all, kind of like doctors." Phyllis had a long, successful career as a trainer, including a stint with a major league baseball team. She had invested her savings in health club ownership early on, and now had a majority position in three profitable clubs. That was in addition to her very healthy stock portfolio that Carole managed. ------- Carole had brought up the whole idea of the nude resort because in her early months of retirement, her single status had affected her like never before and she was looking for ways to spice things up. She did not really want to marry, much to the dismay of two fairly regular dates who kept trying to change her mind. The two were not just gold-diggers, either. Marriage just did not seem that attractive to her. Her life was great, except for the occasional bout of loneliness. Carole Gruden had worked in the research department of a brokerage firm for thirty-three years. A double major in economics and accounting and an MBA with a finance concentration had made her a prize recruit out of college. She had just reached fifty-eight when she had 'accepted' an early retirement buyout offer from the firm. Her first reaction to the offer had been anger. There was no question that those in the firm who actually knew anything about investing regarded her as the resident genius. At least three of the corporation's top officers had gotten their careers off to great starts by applying Carole's advice to accounts of key, influential clients when they were brokers. The problem was that Carole had always focused strictly on generating profits from the equities themselves. The firm generated profits the same way, of course, from equities held in its own portfolio. However, the brokers earned their livings on transaction fees, not on the growth of their clients' equities. From the beginning, Carole had always felt that the broker system was irreparably flawed and did not serve the clients well. She knew that she was extreme in her views and she tried not to be disruptive by espousing her opinions loudly. On several occasions, she had been offered broker positions. She always suspected that the offers were more to shut her up than anything else. Every time such an offer was made, she reluctantly muted any criticisms or objections she had been making. One offer that had been harder to turn down had come from outside. A former officer of the firm, one who knew of Carole's personal investing success, tried to get her to join him as a fund manager. There was no existing fund manager with portfolio growth like Carole's own. Management knew that Carole's theories and recommendations were right on - more accurate than any other researcher in the corporation. The brokerage held her portfolio, so her asset growth that nearly doubled the highest-rated mutual funds was there as an inspiration or an indictment to everyone. Well, management thought they knew what Carole's portfolio was like. In reality, only Julie Cashien, one of the close-knit 'Gang of Five' long-time friends and Carole's CPA and tax attorney, knew the real story. Ever since online investment services had become available, Carole had committed a percentage of her portfolio to high-risk stocks with high growth potential. These, she managed online, rather than through her firm. Even just her astute investments in the 'dot.com' boom would have been enough to set most people up for life, but she had also 'guessed' correctly on a number of foreign oil and gas projects that had achieved insane multiples. Normally not a rigid or inflexible person, Carole just could not go along and say 'That's not a sound strategy for the client, but go ahead, I know you need the commissions.' It even cost her her marriage. In her late twenties, she had fallen in love with a rising young stockbroker at the firm. Their marriage of seventeen years had produced her three children. Her husband had eventually been seduced into more and more of the 'churning' and other activities that produced broker revenue but did not always benefit the investors. Being in research, an insider, Carole knew where the values were and she knew what strategies would produce the best asset growth. Her husband really was not doing anything that other brokers did not do routinely, but her ethics were offended. When her increasing urging toward different strategies and her criticism of what she considered a failure of his duty to his clients increased, their marriage began to unravel. Eventually, they divorced quite amicably and he moved to a distant branch of the same firm. So, her expertise had found her a husband and allowed her to have a family, but her integrity had eventually cost her the marriage. In the end, with the help of Julie, Carole had worked out a separation contract with the brokerage. In exchange for leaving with only her 401K, she had been guaranteed lifetime access to the research sources that she had used when employed. Of course, she could not use those sources to compete in any way, but the contract defined competition as providing investments advice for profit. Carole had never done that. All of the benefit of her expertise that she had given her friends and family was strictly by informing them of every transaction that she had done for her personal portfolio. That satisfied the letter of her employment contract. She partially assuaged her guilt at breaking the spirit of her employment by insisting that anyone she informed of her own trades must use her brokerage firm. Her four friends and several family members had been shadowing her long-term trades for twenty-five or more years, as had several other relatives. Although most relatives had been too cautious, her four friends had also duplicated her higher-risk aggressive online trades. That she was wealthy by most any measure would never be apparent to the casual observer. She lived in the same upper-middle-class home that she had shared with her husband. Everything in the house was in perfect condition and of the finest quality, but it was still of modest size and in a neighborhood of Honda, Toyota, and Suburban more than BMW, Lexus, and Porsche. Unlike many other people who rise from humble family circumstances, she had no desire to have her true worth known. She had, in fact, used her money and her skill to make sure that her family wanted for nothing. On her first day of official retirement, Carole had sat down with Julie to plan a way that she could set up and manage the equivalent of several mutual funds for the people in her circle. It had taken two months of legal investigation to make sure that she was not violating her contract or any laws. Now, she was her own not-for-profit brokerage firm, and she loved it. If only she could get better resolution to her need for sex... ------- After laying in the sun and discussing the benefits of nudity for some time, Carole blurted out "This dating shit just isn't working for me!" "You're just now figuring that out?" retorted Claire. "I haven't had my bell properly rung for so long I can't remember." "I guess when I was still working, it was different," Carole admitted. "There were more chances to meet men and I had less time on my hands." "What we need is a stable of studs that we can rely on." That comment came from Nancy, one of two widows in the group, and it was a real surprise. Nancy always managed to come across as the most sexually conservative, although the others all knew that she was a sexual dynamo at heart. "Are you talking about sort of a male harem that we could share?" Julie asked. "No," Nancy replied. "Men who would tolerate that, we wouldn't be interested in. Don't you think there are men out there who don't want to get married, but would like dependable partners that won't put demands on them?" "Well, you know what they say about older single men," Claire warned. "A lot of them are looking for a nurse and a purse." That lightened the mood. "If they're that far gone," Phyllis said with a snort, "they wouldn't do my itch any good. I see guys our age in wonderful shape at the health clubs all the time." "And what's wrong with finding some young cocks, too?" Claire suggested. "Nancy, were you suggesting that we should hire these men?" Carole asked. "Oh, no! Nothing like that," Nancy answered. "I was thinking of strong, independent men, just like us. I just thought that if we and the men agreed to find companionship among the group, it would benefit all of us. Um, think of men that we would consider marrying." "If such a prize existed, why wouldn't one of us want to marry him?" Julie demanded. "That's a worn out conversation," Carole countered. "I honestly don't think any of us can imagine a man that good. I agree, though, that what you are describing sounds too good to be true." "I might actually know one possibility," Phyllis mused aloud. "Well, come on! Tell!" Claire demanded. "He's a successful entrepreneur, about sixty. He lost his wife of thirty-five or more years about eighteen months ago. I understand that he spends a lot of late nights working out like a madman at the club." "Is he in good shape? Is he well hung?" Claire asked eagerly. "Now, how would I know how he is hung?" Phyllis laughed. "Isn't there a peep hole for staff, or something? Can't you get one of the male staff to find out for you?" The others couldn't help but laugh at Claire. She was always making ribald comments and jokes, but she was honestly a very sexual person. "Let me see what I can find out," Phyllis promised. "We want a full report as soon as we get home," Claire continued. "Pictures would be good." By that time, the rest were laughing uncontrollably. "Well, this place has done nothing to scratch any immediate itches," Phyllis proclaimed. "Lots of eye candy, but no one to take to bed." ------- "It's a good thing I have pull with the club management," Phyllis declared. "I was able to..." " ... and a majority share of the ownership, too," Julie added with a laugh. Sticking out her tongue at Julie briefly, Phyllis gave a purposely drawn out description of how she had plotted to try and get a look at the 'target' in the shower. As she dragged out each detail to the max, she looked innocently at the fuming Claire. "Phyllis, if you don't quit pissing around and get to the good stuff, you won't be able to enjoy him if we do 'recruit' him," Claire threatened, her perfectly tended nails extended clawlike toward her friend. "Well, Claire, there just wasn't any way. BUT, you and I are going to check him out in person - in the shower, Friday night." "In person? You mean showering with him?" Claire asked, her mouth agape and her astonishment clear. "Whatsamatter, Claire? You all talk?" Carole teased. "No ... I ... Let me get this straight, Phyllis. You want me to go with you into the men's shower room..." "Ready for a shower, as in naked," Phyllis added. " ... just to get a look at this guy?" "I thought it should be more than just a look," Phyllis said thoughtfully, obviously pulling Claire's chain. "But what about other men showering?" "You're not shy, are you? You sure don't talk like it, and the way you pranced around at the beach..." Phyllis prodded. "Who knows? Maybe some other studs will get so hot over seeing us strutting our stuff that they will beg to join the 'stable'." At the last word, Phyllis nodded toward Nancy, who had used the word when first floating the idea a week earlier at the resort. Phyllis knew that they would be the only ones in the club, but she was not about to let Claire know that, yet. When Claire was left speechless for a record time, Phyllis said "Well, Nancy, would you like to accompany me, since Claire is too timid." "NO!" Claire literally shouted. "I'll go. Should I shave my pussy, like yours?" Chutzpah she did not lack. There was no way that she would ever mention the concern about other men again. Now that her teasing of Claire had run its course, Phyllis had to reveal her true plan. "Roger Trent is his name. He regularly closes down the club on Friday nights. From what I have been able to find out, he fears the inactivity of the weekend. Apparently, he never sleeps much at all." "Poor man is really taking it hard, isn't he," Nancy said sympathetically. "I know how he feels." It had taken all of the love and support her friends could give her to bring her through the loss of her husband. "The fact that he had a marriage like that makes him a good candidate for us," Claire said in a surprisingly serious mood. "My thoughts exactly," Phyllis agreed. "Now, since I found Roger and have done some of the snooping and planning, do I get to call the shots here?" With only a little nervousness, the others agreed. "Uh, Phyllis," Carole spoke up, "I think some professional guidance might be good. I got Rebecca to take us on as consulting clients. Let's arrange a time to talk to her." "Good idea," Nancy offered. "This whole thing makes me nervous." "And horny, too," Claire teased. "Admit it." ------- "Can you give me a minute to recover from this shock?" Rebecca said to the Gang. They had just told her how they planned to recruit Roger Trent as the first member of their 'stable of studs'. "Aunt Nancy, for the first time, I'm concerned about the crowd you're hanging out with," Rebecca joked. "I could not imagine doing what you are planning at the club, so it would be unwise of me to comment on that plan," Rebecca said in her professional manner. Quickly changing her demeanor, she said conspiratorially "I'll discount my fee for a detailed account, though. Any chance of video?" That broke up the whole groups because she sounded so much like Claire. "I cannot believe that I am going to suggest this," Rebecca went on after the laughter subsided. "For the first sexual session or two with Roger, I believe it should be two or three women." "Why do you say that?" Carole asked. The whole Gang was quite sober. "In my experience, widows and widowers who had good marriages suffer from fears of being unfaithful to their dead spouse if they have sex with anyone else. It is my guess that Roger has serious problems with that. A threesome would soften the feeling of being with another woman by making it a little less personal - not quite so much like choosing another mate." "Wow! We've, uh, never done things like that together," Julie commented. "Do you really think it will make a difference?" "Look, I have not met the man, and none of you know him well," Rebecca explained. "I am just going on research and experience. Just from the way he uses the club so religiously, it must be an escape for him. That tells me that you have a tough job convincing him to have sex at all. I just think you have a better chance of getting through to him with multiple women. "One more thing. Aunt Nancy, you and Julie are widows. You have a unique way of connecting with Roger." Again, Rebecca went from professional to personal demeanor. "God, Nancy! I can't believe I'm counseling my almost-mother on how best to seduce a new man!" The laughter at that was subdued because they were all still concerned about the group sex idea. "One other factor you should consider: what was his wife's physical appearance? Which of you most resembles her? Frankly, I am not sure how to use any similarity. I suspect that a woman of similar body type might have an easier time breaking through his resistance. I admit there is a chance for the opposite reaction." They talked with Rebecca for a while longer before she had to leave. Carole almost ordered them to sleep on it and meet the next afternoon. Phyllis promised to find out what Roger's wife had looked like. ------- When the gang assembled at Carole's the next day, they were all sober. Claire, surprisingly, brought up what was bothering all of them. "I love all of you. You know that. But, to have sex with a man together - that's ... that's ... we've never done anything like that." "OK, everyone. Strip!" Carole ordered, setting the example. The others seemed puzzled, but complied. When they were all naked, she commanded "Now, find a comfortable spot where we can all see each other, and we're going to jill off together." "WHAAAAT?!" came simultaneously from the other four. The babble of objections went on for a while. When it subsided, Phyllis took up the argument for Carole. "She's right, gang. We're talking about a whole new sexual environment for ourselves, here. We have good professional advice that Roger's first couple of times should not be with just one woman. In the future, though, it will be a great, uh, weapon, to be able to give a man a threesome. I'll bet we can learn to like it, too. "The thing is, Nancy and Julie, you two should be with Roger first because of the loss of spouse connection. You cannot let on in any way that you are embarrassed or ashamed. It has to seem natural and easy. Oh, Nancy, Emily, Roger's wife, was built like you." "God! Phyllis is right, gang," Claire chimed in. "Uh, Phyllis, you don't think we need to, uh, do anything with each other, do you. That's just..." Carole picked up again. "No, Claire. I don't think we should change the way we feel about that." "I think I know how we should approach it," Julie chimed in. "Let Nancy be the first, and I'll act sort of like, I don't know, the organizer, or something." "Why me first?" "His wife was built like you," Phyllis explained. "Remember, Rebecca said he could react badly to the similarity," Nancy warned. "Yes, she did," Carole responded. "She thought that was the least probable outcome, though. We have to go with that plan." Carole ended a rather lengthy discussion by beginning to diddle herself. One by one, the others undressed and joined in. Because of the newness and the embarrassment, it took almost twenty minutes before all of them came. Carole broke the resulting silence with "Is everyone OK?" Claire had been knocked completely out of her usually ribald persona. "I guess we didn't think this all the way through, did we? I'm still all for it, though." The five got together as often as they could before the big Friday night. No one argued about the group masturbation sessions that Carole 'ordered' each time. ------- Chapter 2 Roger Trent was once again closing down the health club on a Friday night, and as usual, it was for the wrong reason. It was great that he had the discipline to keep working out regularly, and he should have been proud to see how good his sixty-year-old body looked. The problem was, he came to the club late at night because he could not sleep. Pills or alcohol had never been acceptable insomnia remedies to him. Sex was the perfect remedy, but therein lay the heart of his problem. He had become a widower eighteen months earlier. I was a story too often told. Roger had built a very successful HVAC business from the ground up. He and his beloved wife had struggled mightily through some very lean times, but the last fifteen years had been very comfortable. Just as he had been seeking buyers so they could start seeing the world, his wife had been diagnosed with a virulent cancer. She was gone in just eight horrible months, leaving a gaping pit of constant pain in his heart. Theirs had been one of those loves of a lifetime, and he could see no way to fill the emptiness. That Friday night, Roger had not seen any of the usual late-shift folks at the club. They all knew him well, and often let him stay well past closing as the nightly cleanup took place. When he had checked in, the part-time trainer named Phyllis was at the desk, and he saw no one else around. He knew Phyllis causally. In fact, it had been Phyllis who had recommended his regimen when he first came to the club shortly after his wife's death. She was semi-retired and usually worked only days. As with so many things in his life, he noted that her being there alone was unusual, but put no more thought into it. That night was a strength night. Alternate nights were strength and aerobic concentrations. Hoping that it would hasten sleep when he got home, he had pushed himself to just short of the strained muscle point. Just getting out of his workout clothes had been a struggle and he looked forward to a quick shower and a soak in the locker room's whirlpool. He was facing the shower room wall, wetting down his hair when he sensed someone behind him. He was a little surprised because he thought he was the only customer. Besides, why wouldn't another guy have the courtesy to use a different part of the roomy shower area. He had not heard of any gay approaches at the club, and the thought of that possibility alarmed him enough that he turned around to see who was there. It certainly was not a gay approach. Facing him were five naked women of around his age. One was Phyllis. She smiled warmly at him, undaunted by his look of mixed alarm and irritation. "Don't worry, Roger. You didn't get in the wrong locker room by accident. We are the only people in the club, and it is all locked up," she told him. "Let me introduce my very good friends." "Why?..." was all he could get out at first. Phyllis had thought out the next move carefully, and it had been discussed with the group. The problem was how to get his attention and spur some interest without offending him or scaring him off. "Roger, we want to spend some private time with you and get to know you. First, though, there is one important question that we need to have answered." With that, she stepped right up to him and began stroking his penis. Claire approached him from the side with one hand fondling his testicles and the other kneading an ass cheek. The other three women moved close and they all touched him with at least a hand. Phyllis was looking him straight in the eye. When he grabbed her wrists as if to push her off, she said "Don't, Roger. Please. We just need to find out." That puzzled him just enough so he paused with his hands still on her wrists. With almost the reaction speed of a teenager, his penis expanded in her hands. Just as the feelings started to overtake him, both women let go of his genitals. Leaving him with his cock rigid, all five women set about washing him thoroughly. When they were done, Phyllis led him to the whirlpool room. Instead of getting into the tub, Phyllis laid a mat on the floor, put some towels over it, and got him to lie face down on it. He was far too overwhelmed and disoriented to resist. All of the women then began working his muscles. None of the women said anything and he was content to enjoy the feelings while he tried to make some sense of the situation. When they helped him sit up and get into the whirlpool tub, his cock had lost none of it stiffness. Once they were all seated, Phyllis told him "I have heard that a tragic loss of a wife can leave a man impotent. At least that is not one of your problems. Do you masturbate a lot, or is there just no desire there?" "Phyllis, that's none..." "Please. There's a good reason I am asking," she cut him off. "I hope you are not offended, but we've done some checking up on you. We're guessing that you were completely faithful to your wife, right? In fact, knowing our generation, there's a good chance that you were each other's only sexual partners." That comment made him jerk in surprise. He nodded with a very sad look. "We've talked with a psychologist. She said that some widowers do not want another wife because they see it as being unfaithful to her memory. I suspect you may be struggling with that. "We are a group of long-term, very close friends. Nancy and Julie are widowed, Carole and Claire are divorced, and I have never married. We are all healthy, independent, and financially secure. Also, we all love sex, but we are very selective of our partners. None of us is seeking a husband. We have decided to try something unusual. We want to find men who have similar relationship interests to ours and are interested in some 'no-strings' sex and social partners. Actually, we want men of such caliber that we can all be close friends with them. Some pairings could even result in marriage, but that's not important for right now." "And ... and you want me to... ? But if you know how I feel about being unfaithful..." "Think about it this way, Roger," Claire spoke for the first time. "You're not impotent by a long shot. I'm guessing that both you and your wife took pride in your sexual prowess, right?" He blushed and nodded. "I don't know your opinion on the afterlife, but suppose that your wife is watching you right now. Would she be jealous and upset if you used your sex to enrich the lives of some nice women - and your life, as well? Or would she be happy that her unfortunate departure from your life had not totally eliminated that important aspect? Would she be saying 'It's about time, Stud?" "That's ... that's ... I have never even thought in those terms ... I..." "It's the kind of man you are, Roger," Phyllis commented. "It's the kind of character you have. All of our 'Gang of Five' have that kind of character. We would love to have a man like you to share our lives, including sex." "I've never met anyone like you. You're so open about it, and..." "Does it offend you? Do you think we are loose women? Sluts?" Claire asked, keeping her tone gentle. "You don't seem like that, but..." Phyllis wondered how long it would be before he completed a thought. That was not fair to him, though. This had to be the most unusual experience of his life, by far. "I'm sure you're tired of people telling you 'life goes on'," she said. "I suspect that you agree. You just have not found a way to take the first step toward going on." "You want me to have sex with all of you?" "Our psychologist thought it would be best to start with multiple partners," Phyllis answered. "If your first return to sex is with two women, it will be a little less personal and your feelings of unfaithfulness will be less." For the first time, Roger tried to exert some control. "Why are you trying to get me to do this? You know how I feel. Why not just leave me to heal by myself?" Phyllis answered first. "You are an achiever, Roger. You built something significant in your life. It is still a fine business, but it's like you are just riding it, now. The world needs every man like you it can get. You can't just bury yourself with your wife." That last phrase had been scripted after careful discussion. It was risky, but the women trusted the kind of man he was. He was obviously affected by the words and he was very thoughtful for a while. "Roger, Phyllis gave you the hi-falutin psychological reason," Claire interjected, "But you're a stud. Your great body looks at least ten years younger. This cock is a real beauty, and your balls - WOW! - they're big enough to fill all of us in one night. We're five horny old bitches who like real men and are willing to share. Does that really sound so terrible? "Now, if you're only interested in tight young boobs and butts, just tell us and we'll leave you to find some young stuff. But if you value life experience like your own, we're anxious to share it with you." That was quite a speech for Claire, normally a non-stop joker, and the racier the joke, the better. "Roger, here, sit up on the edge of the tub," Phyllis asked him gently. Apparently, he honestly did not know why she had asked that, so he complied. He was not even settled before Claire had engulfed his cock in her mouth. For her part, Phyllis got behind him on her knees with his head between her substantial breasts. She began running her fingers through his chest hairs, and when he showed signs of getting close, she began to tease his nipples. "Uh, uh, look out!" he warned, and within seconds, he was pulsing into Claire's mouth. She swallowed all but a dribble at each corner of her mouth, then licked his shaft all over to clean it. As he sat gasping, Phyllis took another chance and did something definitely not in the script. Right in his ear, she spoke very quietly. "Honey, bow your head and talk to your wife. Tell her you have a chance to make five women as happy as she was. Thank her for the wonderful man she helped you become. Promise her that we will always respect her memory and honor the life you two shared so wonderfully. Will you do that, Roger?" It must have been just the right thing to say because he started to cry. At first, it was just sniffles and a trickle of tears, but it soon became full-body sobs that went on for minutes. Without even wiping her mouth, Claire got on his lap and smashed his face to her breasts. Sensing his need for comfort, Phyllis spread her legs around him and hugged him from the rear, pressing her breasts into his back. The other three women pressed around him any way they could. Contrary to her normal persona, Claire was the soul of sensitivity. When Roger started to recover and seemed ready to speak, she took his face in her hands and said "Don't you dare try to apologize. Julie and Nancy lost their husbands, and we tried to help them through that. You wouldn't be the man we want in our lives if you didn't feel her loss this deeply. Have you ever cried before?" He just shook his head. "Then, it's about time. We feel privileged that you let us share it. Now, you're really ready to start living again, aren't you?" He could only look at her wide-eyed. "Tell you what, Roger," Phyllis said after some more cuddling. "Go with Nancy and Julie to Nancy's house. They've lost their spouses, and the three of you have much to share." "I'm ... I'm not very, uh, decisive right now, am I?" he admitted. "That was unbelievable. I don't have anything with me." "For what my horny friends want to do with you, you only need this," Claire quipped as she fondled his limp penis. More seriously, she told him "You've got what you take to the gym. You won't need any more." ------- Once it was clear that Roger would go along with their plan, Phyllis, Carole, and Claire left the club. Nancy and Julie helped him get dressed and donned the warmup suits that were all they had worn to the club. As befits a man in the building trades, Roger drove a pickup, but a very upscale pickup. Nancy took the front, sitting by the door, while Julie got right behind him. When they were on a short stretch of expressway, Julie got her mouth right by his outside ear. Kissing him to hide her real intent, she whispered. "Sweet Nancy always worries that she is too heavy to be sexy. We know that your wife was built a lot like Nancy. Please, try to reassure her." He barely restrained the urge to look over at Nancy. Even with everything else that had happened, Julie's little request had a tremendous impact on him. It gave him a glimpse of the kind of love the women had for each other. It was the kind of love he had shared with his wife, and he wanted to share that again. So far, he had been at the mercy of these women. That was not his sexual persona, at all. Far from being submissive, his wife had nevertheless reveled in his strong, take-charge approach to love-making. In his chariot, with one woman making a request on behalf of the other, he started to feel some of his former attitudes returning. The comments about what his wife would think had really struck home. Why had no one said such things to him before? Actually, he knew it was because he had never allowed anyone close enough to say them. The shock of the shower room encounter was fading, and he was remembering the five naked bodies. It hurt him to admit that they all looked more fit than had his beloved wife. While by no means young, they all looked sexy to him. That was why he had not resisted the blow job - he needed the release. The woman sitting next to him did have the same hour-glass build as his wife. From what little he had been able to focus on one body in the shower room, her large breasts, huge extended nipples, and lush hips and ass had brought back memories. His dear wife's waist had never been so narrow, nor her belly so flat, nor her thighs so taut, though. How could Nancy be worried about being too heavy? He would certainly disabuse her of that worry, and he would only have to tell the truth. The woman in the back seat - Julie: she had a perfectly proportioned figure. Of course, there was some sag. There were some wrinkles, some age blotches, but like all of the women, she must have taken wonderful care of her body. To him, that was sexy, another reason to respect and, yes, to desire the women. In that fifteen minute drive, Roger allowed changes that he had fought back for many months. He was strong emotionally, but he had let his loss sap that strength. He was not co-dependent, but he had acted lost without his spouse. He was independent and self-motivated, but he had just been going through the motions. The five naked women in the shower had stimulated him, but they had also shamed him. It had not been intentional, but when they shared their rather lofty image of him, he was chagrined that he was no longer acting like the man they saw. The most damning revelation was that his wife would no longer be proud of the man he had let himself become. She would want him to be the stud that these women were looking for. They had been absolutely right about that. In fact, she had said similar things a number of times in her extended goodbyes. He had just refused to remember those words before. When they reached Nancy's house, Roger went into complete gentleman mode, helping both women down from the high truck. Inside, he took just a moment to look around and compliment Nancy on her beautiful home. Then, he eagerly and honestly concentrated on Nancy herself. They had naturally moved to the kitchen, without any specific plan for food or drinks. He came behind Nancy, grasped her upper arms gently, and began to nuzzle her neck and ears. As she reacted to that, he reached around and unzipped the warmup top that was one of her only two garments. As the top hung loose, he moved around in front of her and slid it off of her shoulders. She was too nonplussed to react, and he put the top into Julie's extended hand. Putting a hand under each of Nancy's breasts, he gently hefted them for just a moment, then ran his thumbs over the already swollen nipples. As he dropped to his knees in front of Nancy, he could see the grin on Julie, who was standing behind her friend. He gave Julie a surreptitious wink, then licked and kissed around Nancy's navel as he worked the suit bottoms down over her hips. When the bottoms were puddled around Nancy's feet, Julie took Nancy's hand for support so he could remove her flip-flops and the bottoms. When Nancy stood naked, Roger again nuzzled her belly while running his hands lightly over her hips, ass, and thighs. Standing up slowly, he kept running his hands farther up her body, ending up hefting her breasts and teasing the nipples again. Finally, cupping her face in both hands, he kissed her, and said "What a wonderful body you have, Nancy. I'm sure you know that my wife was built like you. Frankly, she never looked this good, though. Show me to the bedroom." Nancy could barely stand, let alone walk. With Roger on one arm and Julie on the other, they all got undressed and in bed. Only then could Nancy speak. "Roger, just because I'm like your wife, you can't favor me over the other women. We all need and want you." There it was again, the evidence of love and care that he had thought to have lost forever. Thinking he should say something, he told her "How could I choose one of you over the others? You all have wonderful bodies. Julie, you are just perfect - every part of you is just right." With that, he pulled Julie into his arms and kissed her hard. As difficult as it was, Julie pulled away from him. "You have Nancy so worked up she is shaking. Take her. Right now." It took only a glance to see that Julie was right. Nancy was beyond ready. "We are all clean and pregnancy is not an issue." Julie then helped Nancy spread out for him, something Nancy could not do herself in her trance-like state. When he eagerly positioned himself atop Nancy, Julie guided him home. It was only later that Roger would learn how significant that first three-way session was to be for all of them. ------- New sex between people who have experienced a lot of it has a special quality. They need make no pretense of shyness or reluctance. They can just concentrate on the important parts: the sensations, the giving, the special communication, the satisfaction of pleasing another. There was no instant orgasm for Nancy, and Claire's blowjob had guaranteed Roger some control. It was straight missionary, but that in no way detracted from the intensity. She soon had her legs around his thighs and buttocks and was revealing the libido behind her often reserved demeanor. He put his head down beside hers and concentrated on his strokes. To her delight, he filled her perfectly, and he made little sideways and rotating motions that sought out unsuspected sensitive places. Despite only one previous sex partner, he sensed when her arousal peaked. On the next downstroke, he pushed his pubic bone hard into hers and rotated just a bit. The extra stimulation of her clit sent her off into ecstasy. The experience of a new woman orgasming around him was both familiar and unique. As his mind tried to grasp the similarities and differences, his own pace toward ejaculation faltered. Nancy was in no way disappointed. After finally catching enough breath to speak, she told him "You can still do Julie, now, can't you?" There it was again, that concern for each other. He found himself falling in love with the whole group of them. His time for pondering was limited. Nancy gently but firmly pushed him out of herself and toward Julie, who was ready on her back right beside them. Entry into yet another new partner just raised his already high level of excitement. Any muscle soreness was ignored, and he was soon thrusting into Julie just as vigorously as he had done with Nancy. Later, after he had indeed emptied into Julie, Nancy had just finished cleaning them both up with a rag and a towel. "Will it always be with two of you at once?" he asked. That seemed to acknowledge that scheduling was their prerogative. "No," Julie answered. "Phyllis found you and she will be the first to have you to herself. Carole and Claire will be next, though. Nancy cautioned him "Phyllis always worries that she does not seem feminine. We can assure you that she is all woman and as hot for a man as any of us." "As strong as she is, you'd better be ready for the ride of your life," Julie added. "Some men are frightened of her, but I don't think you will have that problem." "Foolish men," he said quickly. There it was again, that tremendous concern for each other. It was well into the A.M., but he questioned both women until he had learned a lot about their lives. Just before they drifted off, Julie asked "What's your feeling about the little blue pill?" "I generally avoid drugs or any artificial stimulation," he told them. "If some of you are needy and I can't get it up, though, I'll consider taking one." "We have connections, so we have a small supply of them," Julie explained. "Before you resort to that, though," Nancy said, "I know of some natural supplements that really do work." ------- It was no surprise to Roger that all five women were there for brunch. Phyllis hugged him and asked "Are you feeling more like the old Roger?" "Actually, I feel better in ways that I would not have believed," he told her. The other women were listening as he revealed "I always thought that the feeling, the love between Emily and me was unique. I know that sounds silly and sappy, but that's what I thought, and I feared it could never be found again. "I've seen several evidences that the love between all of you women is almost like the romantic love I had with Emily. I won't say the hole in my heart and my life has been filled, but I can see hope for filling the emptiness." Claire and Nancy had both teared up when they heard those words. Being totally serious, Claire asked "Will a hearty brunch be enough for you to take care of two more horny women?" Despite Phyllis's honest urgency, she went along with the plan for him to spend Saturday night at Carole's with Carole and Claire. The evening started with dinner and he used that to find out about their lives and experiences. Claire had studied a strange combination of Dance and Business in college. She had a ten-year career as a professional dancer, working in both ballet and in modern dance troupes. Her career could have gone on longer, but she began to get involved in costuming and makeup, and soon, the demands for her talents in those areas provided more income than she had ever seen from performing. Using some inheritance money, she had started a high-end spa that included a leading-edge fashion boutique. Within a few years, she was charging obscene fees as a fashion, grooming, and decorating consultant for society weddings, debutante balls, and galas. Roger had been warned about Claire's mild potty mouth penchant and her tendency to be flip. What he discovered, though, was a woman with several exceptional talents who had used them very well. She still owned the spa and still did occasional consulting assignments. "If I remember correctly, you're divorced?" he asked. "Just a typical case of his ego not being able to handle my success," she said evenly. "That was almost twenty years ago, now, about the same time as Carole's marriage fell apart. That led to Carole telling her story. "Claire, you must still dance," he said when Carole had finished her tale. "Why do you say that?" "Well, you still move like you're floating, for one thing," he explained. "Why, thank you," she beamed. "And an ass and legs like yours require constant conditioning," he added. "When did you notice my ass and legs?" she asked with a grin. "Even as out of it as I was at the club last night, I'm still enough of a connoisseur to remember the images," he told her. "Besides, you don't exactly dress to hide anything." "Except my undersized boobs," she corrected a little sadly. "Undersize, nothing!" he shot back quickly. "Even though my wife was sized like Nancy, I appreciate all sizes and shapes. Your puffy nipples are a unique treasure." As Claire, the supposed sophisticate, glowed from the compliments of the relative stranger, Carole asked "How would you describe my shape?" Now, the high-powered professional woman was playing the coquette. "Showgirl. Definitely showgirl," he stated. "Wow! Why do you say that?" "You have a very slender build - bordering on thin, but your breasts would fit a much heavier woman. Showgirls achieve that look through surgery. Yours is natural." Carole and Claire exchanged looks that said that their new stud was far more observant and more discriminating than they had suspected. Not that it displeased them. He really surprised them with his next question. "Claire, how high a bar can you do?" After a look of surprise, mischief and arousal took over Claire's face. She stood and shed her slacks, panties, and shoes. Then she walked to the end of the kitchen counter and unbelievably stretched one foot way up against the upper cabinet. She was standing so her crotch was just above the counter top, spread wide open to his view. "Hope that does it for you," Carole quipped, nodding at Claire's impressive, lewd display. "It doesn't turn me on." "Too bad," he retorted. "I've never seen two women do each other." "Hey, you're supposed to be impressed by my flexibility," Claire complained as she brought her leg down. "Oh, is that why you took off your pants?" he shot back. Hands on hips, she made a show of irritation that lost something because she was bottomless. The grin that wiped out her fake frown completely ruined the effect. She did, however, remain bare bottomed. "Claire, come over here. I owe you something," he said in a firm tone. A little puzzled, she came up to his chair. When she was within reach, he dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbed an ass cheek in each strong hand, and plunged his face into her crotch. "OH, MY GOD!" Claire screeched as his tongue began to explore her cleft. Looking over at Carole in embarrassment, she put her hands on his head to push him way, only to discover how strong he was. As she was making that discovery, his tongue found her clit, which swelled rapidly. When he began lashing it with his tongue, she ceased caring who saw her excitement. Of course, as wonderful as it felt, she knew that she could never come standing like that. At least, she knew it until he found her rosebud with a middle finger and teased it mercilessly. It was quick. It was not that seismic, but the emotional impact was huge. As if she was not blown away enough, he stood and swooped her into his arms as soon as she seemed recovered. Looking at Carole with a raised eyebrow, he asked, simply, "Bedroom?" As Carole fairly sprinted ahead of them, pulling off her blouse and bra as she went, Claire was squealing and kicking her legs like the captive of a silent movie villain. It was tempting to him to throw her over his shoulder to make it look authentic. He could just reach her bottom with one hand and managed a noticeable swat using his wrist. That show of assertiveness was the trigger. She grabbed his head and rammed her tongue down his throat with her kiss. By the time they reached the master bed, Claire's pheromone output was enough to fill the room. As her friends realized, she used her ribald sense of humor as one means to hold her fiery libido in check. This was one time when she felt no need to hold anything back. Sensing the level of her friend's need, Carole undid Roger's belt, even as he was laying Claire down on the bed. A video camera could have shot a real porno comedy scene from what followed. Claire dragged him down atop herself as soon as his cock was exposed. With an almost frantic hold on him, she pulled him into herself while Carole was still trying to get his shoes and pants off of him. Claire was not trying to produce comedy. She was just letting go to the real desire that burned in her. The couple never did get bare from the waist up, at least until they collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted mess and his shirt was fit for nothing but the washing machine. Claire's strong, taut body became like a vibrating steel spring as he took their coupling to the stage of literally pounding into her. Carole just sat and gaped, wondering if her friend would need medical care afterward. What Claire needed was just what she got; a nice orgasm after only a few strokes and a consciousness-robbing monster just before Roger spewed and collapsed. While Claire recovered from total blackout to mere stupor, Carole helped peel Roger's shirt off, then snuggled her own naked body up to him. "You, Sir, are a real treasure," she said, kissing him lightly. "A pretty smelly treasure," he quipped wearily. Ignoring the comment, Carole asked "How did you know what she needed?" Seeing the sadness overtake his face, she quickly apologized. "No, that's all right, Carole. I've got to start enjoying the memories instead of letting them depress me. Emily had many moods. Not often, but once in a while she wanted 'almost assault' like that. Claire just ... felt ... like she wanted that." "Well, at least her pussy will be out of commission for a while so I have a chance," Carole joked. "Uh ... this won't be out of action too long, will it?" She hefted his flaccid member. He had been on his back, but he turned to face her and took her into a hug. "How about I get clean and we start with some nice cuddling and see what happens." Carole responded with a torrid kiss. "You know just what I need, too." It was a very erotic shower. Carole was very wound up and very much in need of release. Yet, something about the almost reverent way that his hands moved over her body kept her seeking the touches rather demanding coupling. That lasted until he was 'washing' her crotch. He had her sideways to himself. One of his hand was moving up and down over her pussy while the other rubbed her crack from behind. When the fingers of both hands met between her legs and started an energetic back and forth motion in concert, it was more than she could take. In a move that neither of them could describe later, she climbed up on him, wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and impaled herself. As she worked down the last inch or so onto him, she nearly deafened him in the confined space with her primal scream of release. It would take a lot more stimulation to bring him off after his recent ejaculation, and for her, it was just the start. He managed to get the shower door open, but did not think about shutting off the water. Nor did any thought of drying off occur to either of them. With her tongue frantically searching for his tonsils, it was a good thing the bathroom was wide open to the bedroom. Carole's scream had roused Claire. The thought that Roger might be hurting her never crossed Claire's mind. The thought that she might be able to aid their sexual adventure did occur to her. She was already in the bathroom when she saw Roger come out of the shower, carrying Carole. Claire guessed that they were headed for the bed, and frantically grabbed two large towels. she just got them spread on the bed before Roger lowered Carole right on the edge. The bed was high off of the floor, and he was able to stand almost straight, still embedded in her. Once she was on her back, he took her legs from around his waist and brought them up over his shoulders. Then, with a firm grip on her hips, he began to pound into her just as he had done with Claire. It was pure, animalistic fucking. Carole was still high from her unexpected orgasm in the shower. Claire watched in wonder as her friend panted, moaned, and swore as her arousal soared beyond her conscious control. When the big one hit her, the flexing and undulation of her vagina was so demanding that no previous ejaculations could have prevented Roger from filling her. Her scream and his roar filled the room as strongly as the smells of sex. Again, without either partner knowing exactly how they managed it, they were soon lying cuddled farther up on the bed, with Claire completing the 'Roger sandwich'. After a minute or two, Carole was able to pant out "I thought I knew what I wanted." The trio napped for an hour or so, then Roger insisted on helping them change the bed. Drinks, hot tub, and dinner followed with no more overt sexual activity, but no clothes donned. After everything from dinner was cleaned up and the evening was open to them, Claire put in a movie and they all sat on the couch to watch it. Some of them probably saw some scenes of the movie, but it was never the main attraction. For at least the two hours of the movie, Roger's penis was never without a female hand holding, fondling, or stroking it. A good deal of the time, there was another hand worshipping his testicles. Nor were the women's erogenous zones neglected. Realizing that his efforts had probably left some sore labia, he very gently stroked and squeezed whichever pussy or pussies he could reach. Depending on their positions at the time, the poor man sometimes had to settle for fondling a breast or teasing a nipple. Suffice it to say that erotic contact was constant for the duration of the movie. When it was time for bed, both women insisted that they were not out of actions, as long as it was slow and easy. This time, with Roger on his back, Carole went first. Seeing the concentration and flashes of pain on her face, he almost lifted her off. Wisely, though, he decided to let her be the judge of what she could tolerate. She got herself all the way down onto him, then laid forward and started moving back and forth. It was then that things took a decidedly unusual turn. Claire managed to spread both sets of legs so she could move up between them. Carole felt a cool dampness around her anus, then pressure as something was pushed into her. Her instinct to object was overridden by the combined sensations from two areas of maximum sensitivity. Soon, Claire put one hand on Carole's ass cheek and used the other to thrust the thin anal dildo in and out in rhythm with Carole's rocking motions on Roger's cock. Even though she had been a main instigator, the entire weekend was no less arousing for Carole. In truth, her nipples had not softened since she first arrived at the health club Friday evening. She had always been very orgasmic, but she was on even more of a hair trigger than usual. This time, there were no animal wails, just muted, passionate little sounds of satisfaction and release as a very nice climax ran through her body. Claire managed to restrain herself and let Carole disengage from Roger at her own pace. Since he had not released, he was still hard when he popped out of her, and Clarie barely stopped herself from pushing her friend aside to get access to his cock. Carole wanted a post-orgasmic snuggle against Roger. Claire managed to get her legs in position to mount him without completely disturbing Carole. The tenderness revealed by his initial entry was not nearly enough to drive her off of him, and soon, she was moving up and down using her superb dancer's muscles. Carole was not too sleepy to begin caressing the side of Claire that she could reach. She also had enough awareness to whisper to Roger "Do her clit. Make sure she comes." ------- As far as Roger knew, none of the three of them awoke until the bedside clock said 4:30 am. It was Claire getting out of bed that roused him, and he followed her for his turn at relieving his bladder. "Roger, Honey, why don't you do something really special for Phyllis. I've got her key and she doesn't use her alarm system at night. I'll write out the directions while you get dressed. Give her a very special wake up." There it was again, that overwhelming care for each other that so impressed him. "Um, Nancy mentioned a supply of little blue pills," he said. "To do Phyllis justice, I think I had better take one." ------- Although she would never let on to the others, Phyllis worried about Roger's reaction to her body after being with the others. In no way was she ashamed of it, but she was realistic enough to know that a well-proportioned but robust figure was not every man's ideal. During her college days, Phyllis had managed to find some pictures of nude women. It was a time when she was trying to come to terms with how she looked. Unlike many of her sports contemporaries, she was only minimally attracted to other girls. She simply wanted to see how her body compared. The pictures were from Europe, and many of the women had shaved crotches, something Phyllis never saw in the locker rooms she frequented. In a bold move, she tried shaving. She saw that her pussy, shaved, looked as good as any that she saw in the pictures. Knowing that she did not possess that many sexy parts, she decided to stay shaved. A few years later, she had the hair permanently removed. An intelligent, observant person, Phyllis paid careful attention to the posture, the movements, and the expressions of different girls on campus. She had always been put off by the 'walk like a linebacker' demeanor of some obviously butch teammates. She also knew that she would look silly trying to mimic the vamping style of the campus bimbos. In a flash of brilliance, Phyllis decided that she would always look strong, so she should concentrate and being smooth and graceful - dance was the perfect answer. In her beginning dance class, Claire was a student instructor, and that was how they met. Their relationship was actually the oldest among the group. As unlikely looking a pair as they were, they just seemed to click. Claire realized that athletic-caliber strength would enhance her dance career, and Phyllis was more than happy to supervise her workouts. With her uncanny sense of style, Claire constantly but gently critiqued things that made Phyllis look less feminine. It was an ideal pairing. Although sturdy and strong, Phyllis never allowed herself the 'ripped' appearance of female body builders. She strove for the smooth musculature of the swimmer, and it suited her well. Zena became somewhat of an ideal for her, and Claire helped her use makeup and hair style to soften her facial features. People who did not know her always assumed that Phyllis' single status was because she preferred women. The real reason was because she had very high standards - perhaps unreasonably high. Her self-confidence was so high that many men just slunk away when they encountered her personality. Those that could accept her strength were rewarded by a sexual dynamo who could literally turn them inside out. All the way since college days, Phyllis had two or more male 'friends with benefits' that she was close to. A number of the men were military. Their approach to life appealed to her, and the fact that they were rather transient was not a big problem. More candidates were always transferred in. Because she was involved with professional sports teams, she also had a few pro athletes as sex partners. She had a problem with the egos of most of them, but there were some notable exceptions. Only by accident and deception did Phyllis ever pair up with married men. In fact, she had met Nancy when she went to apologize and tell the story of how Nancy's husband had deceived her into several dates and one session in bed. Rather than being angry, Nancy was upset but philosophical. She was also very impressed with Phyllis's integrity. They arranged to be together when Nancy's husband came home from work one day, and that marked a turning point in his life. Somehow, random dalliances lost their appeal to him. Nancy was grateful, and her marriage improved dramatically from that point on. The big problem for Phyllis was that her supply of potential friends with benefits seemed to be dying out, both figuratively and literally. She no longer had any connection with pro teams, and most of her former athlete partners had gone to seed. As far as the military men, in her age range, most were at higher ranks and much more careful of romantic entanglements. Nancy's accountant and tax attorney was Julie, and Carole was also Julie's client. Through her unfortunate meeting with Nancy, Phyllis connected with the others, and the 'Gang of Five' was formed. A dedicated saver who lived below her means, Phyllis was more than happy to shadow Carole's moves in the market, and her portfolio grew rapidly. She did use some funds to buy interest in three different health clubs. Later, she had to step in and rescue one of those that was being mismanaged. Over time, though, her stakes in the clubs and her portfolio of equities made her first comfortable, then wealthy. The clubs became the last source of suitable sex partners for Phyllis, and that was where she noticed Roger. Sunday was Phyllis's turn to have Roger. Since it would be his first 'solo' in the group, that was considered a reward for Phyllis. She was a little concerned that the others might have worn him out, but she was less worried about that than about her comparative sex appeal. Sometime in the very early morning, Phyllis was enjoying a very erotic dream. Her permanently bare pussy was being licked skillfully. When the expert tongue began circling her stiffening clitoris, it finally dawned on her that it was no dream. An actual person was actually giving her the best eating out that she could remember. Through wakeup fog, she was finally able to figure out that it was Roger driving her toward ecstasy. The realization caused her to try to raise herself, but instantly, Roger had his hands on both of her breasts, holding her down, but at the same time, rolling and squeezing her nipples. Suddenly, nothing was so important that she had to deal with it right then. It took a few more minutes, but Phyllis enjoyed a very nice orgasm. As she was coming down, though, she realized that her bladder was at the critical point. Barely able to talk, she panted "Gotta pee! Gotta pee!" He disengaged, and she hurried to the bathroom. Before she could get to the toilet, though, he caught her and pulled her into the shower. Holding her off to the side, he started the water to let it warm. "Roger, I have to go really bad!" she complained. "So, go." "H ... here?" "Yup. Right here." "But ... but..." Then, Roger did something completely unfair and unexpected - he tickled her armpits. He had no way of knowing whether she was ticklish or not, but since most people who claim not to be ticklish are simply able to control their reactions, and since she had no time to crank up any control, she was vulnerable. She just couldn't help it. She let go a long, hard stream, a lot of which hit his feet and legs. He held her tightly as she tried to pull away. When she finished, he moved them under the shower spray, which was by then up to the right temperature. She was too stunned and embarrassed to do anything, so he started washing her off. When he had worked his way up from her feet and tried to move them apart to do her thighs and crotch, she was finally able to ask "Are you into water sports?" "Never did anything like that before." "But it's pretty gross!" "Nah. Remember all the talk about normal and natural?" he retorted. "Well, it's all just part of you, and I like every part of you." With that, he stood and pulled her to himself for a torrid kiss. She tried to pull away, protesting "bad breath!" "Part of you," was his answer, and he held her firmly until she yielded and returned the kiss in kind. She made no more protest as he finished washing her. She did stop and brush her teeth before allowing him to lead her back to the bed. There, he took advantage of her lingering disorientation. Laying her on her back, he positioned himself at her opening and told her "Guide me in. Make sure you're wet enough." It was all so new for Phyllis. She was being taken by a man who made it perfectly clear that he was in control. It had never happened to her before. She always seemed to be the dominant presence in any sexual encounter. It did not stop her from getting her pleasure, but this new man was tapping a need that she had never recognized in herself. Phyllis just accepted everything he did, responding enthusiastically, but just responding. Twice he took her over, his own control almost perfect because of all the semen he had spent in the last thirty-six hours. After her second major climax, he speeded up his strokes and had his own release. She was almost too out of it to notice. Phyllis had never thought of herself as a clingy woman. She was self-assured and independent. That Sunday morning, though, she found herself clinging to Roger like a love-struck teen and relishing every minute of it. They slept entwined for an hour and a half before they rose and thought about breakfast. Getting out of bed, she picked up a robe, then gave him a questioning look. "Absolutely not!" he commanded. "When you are with me, you will have to have a very good reason to cover your magnificent body. You know, Phyllis, my memory of you will always be of you standing naked in the shower when I turned around that night." "But the others were all there, too," she pointed out. "Yes, but I knew you, and I had always found you fascinating." That was the perfect way to start their day. It reinforced her lingering arousal and made sure that his view of her was unobstructed by any cloth for the rest of his stay. Since they all had each other's keys, it was nothing unusual when Carole walked into Phyllis's house Monday morning. What was a surprise was to find Phyllis still naked in a trance-like state. "I take it that Roger had about the same effect on you as on all of us, huh?" Carole said. Phyllis pulled herself back to the real world and answered "I'm going to have to work hard to remember that he belongs to all of us." ------- Chapter 3 Alan Trent was running just a little late for his standing Monday dinner date with his brother Roger. A police lieutenant, Alan often had events keep him after his shift, so this was nothing new to Roger, and he would not be upset at the wait. All day, Alan had been trying to think of some new way to get through to Roger. Since Roger was two years older, even at their age it was harder for Alan to assume the counsellor mode. Still, it hurt to see Roger still trapped by the grief of Emily's decline and death. Another reason it was difficult to talk to Roger about getting on with life was that Roger would turn it around on Alan. Being in the best possible shape, Roger was justified in chiding Alan about the way he had let himself go. His job was stressful and he had never married. Bad eating and little time or discipline for exercise had Alan sliding into potentially dangerous condition. So far, the deterioration was mostly in the health indices, rather than appearance, although 'fleshy' was becoming an accurate description. Men are supposedly clueless, not tuned to the subtle signals that announce changes in a person's attitude or outlook. Police officers, however, are the exception, since reading people is sometimes a matter of life or death. It only took Roger looking up to see him approaching for Alan to see that something had changed in his brother - really changed. The brothers sincerely loved and respected each other, but as far as communication, 'macho' had always been the accepted standard. "You got laid. About time. Anyone I know?" was Alan's greeting as he sat down. "And you look like shit. How many doughnuts today?" Roger shot back with a grin. Then, seriously, he said "If they ever start blood pressure readings to get into the station, you're unemployed." Raising his hands in surrender, Alan said "Really, Rog, something good happened, didn't it?" Roger did not really want to hide things from Alan, but according to their code, he could not give in too easily. "Didn't know you had become a shrink." "Cop. We make shrinks seem like amateurs." "Yeah. I took a big step this weekend," Roger admitted. "I finally let some stuff go." "How many loads of stuff?" Alan taunted. Roger didn't take the bait. "You may never understand it, but the thought of being unfaithful to Emily was tough to get past." "You're right, I don't really understand it," Alan admitted. "But I do understand that it was huge to you. You did get past it, though, right?" "It finally got through to me that I was not really honoring her by being celibate. It would upset her to think that her passing would force that on me." "You met a really smart woman, then," Alan observed. "None of the rest of us were able to get that same idea through to you." "Oh, don't feel bad," Roger advised. "It took some time, and the circumstances were ... exceptional." "So, you're not going to tell me any more than that?" Alan grumped. "You know the rules," Roger reminded. Their parents had taught them that respect for women started with being discrete about anything that could affect a woman's reputation. They had long ago agreed not to share any details. "I'm finally on the way back, though." "That's great. We've all been pretty worried about you," Alan said. "Now, how long until your next department physical?" Roger demanded. Hanging his head, Alan answered "Seven weeks, and yeah, I'm worried." "A bad report and your chance for Captain is dead, right?" "'Fraid so." "Alan, I know two women who can really help you. If I set up a time for you with them, will you do it?" Alan stared at his brother bleakly, then let his shoulders slump. "Are either of them single?" That amounted to a resounding agreement from him. "Absolutely. I'll set it up." ------- Roger was on his cell before his truck left the lot after dinner with Alan. Not surprisingly, all five women were willing to meet at Nancy's house right away. "My brother Alan is fifty-eight. We're close, and I'm worried about his health. He's a police lieutenant and since being promoted, he has been less and less careful about his eating and his exercise. I got him to agree to meet with you, Phyllis and Nancy. Are you willing?" "Is he single?" That was Claire, of course. Laughing, Roger answered. "Yes. That was his first question, too. Alan never married. He had three different 'almosts' that ended badly for him and soured him on marriage. He has had quite a number of women, though." "Is he involved right how?" "Not that I know of. Hey! Are you thinking of ... I just wanted to get his health squared away." Phyllis took the floor. "Roger, your brother has not done much about his health up to this point. Do you think just meeting with us will make a difference? I'm sure he has excellent workout facilities available to him. He must know what things he should and should not be eating. I'd love to work with him, but will it make any difference? Will he stick to it?" "So, you're thinking of extra motivation, you slut!" Claire chided. Phyllis just stuck out her tongue. "Tell us more about him," Nancy requested. "Well, we're different in lots of ways. I'm an entrepreneur and he's in public service. I was married for thirty-six years. He never married. I was a virgin at my wedding. Alan had sex at seventeen. I'm a decent athlete for the fun level. Alan was a two-sport star in high school." Inevitably "Is he hung like you?" came from Claire, followed by mixed groans and giggles from the others. "When we were younger, we were often mistaken for twins." "We've heard the differences," Carole said. "You look a lot alike. What other similarities?" "I guess we have the same outlook on lots of things. Our folks were pretty strict, but they worked their butts off for us. I think we both have some leadership qualities. We both love the outdoors. We both live pretty simply. What else can I think of?" "Is he OK with older women?" "I've never asked him that. None of his relationships have been with a woman much younger, though." "OK. I want him at the club just before closing on Friday night, again. Think he'll do that?" Phyllis asked. "I'll make sure he does. Are you ... are you... ?" He was afraid to even ask. All he got for an answer was a grin until Claire piped up. "You've got nice big balls, Stud, but how many shots a week are you really good for?" That elicited first gasps, then raucous laughter from the women and a blazing blush from Roger. ------- Once again, Carole insisted that they meet with Rebecca before their encounter with Roger. None of the others disagreed. After hearing what they knew about Alan, Rebecca told them "Without a lot more data, I would say that your big challenge will be to change his perception of women in general. I don't know how deep seated the feelings may be, but he must view women as users and takers." "Well, he knew Roger's wife very well. She wasn't like that?" Julie pointed out. "Yes, but in his mind she may have been the exception. Remember, I'm working with limited background, here," Rebecca cautioned. "We appreciate that, Rebecca," Julie said, patting the younger woman's hand. "After how perfectly you pegged Roger, I for one will go with your instincts." That got agreement from the others. "Thank you. I appreciate that," Rebecca told them. "I have to tell you, this is like a breath of fresh air to me. Now, how to handle Alan..." "Oh, none of us have any trouble handling it," Claire quipped, then stuck out her tongue as the others groaned. "Yeah, fresh air," Rebecca murmured shaking her head. That produced laughter. "I think you should concentrate on doing something very significant for his benefit. If he can start to see you all as genuinely interested in his welfare and success, besides just his, uh, sexual prowess, I think he will become a better partner." "There's a problem with that," Phyllis pointed out. "He is a recovery case. If, for example, our goal was for him to score highest on the Captain's exam, we will have to be pretty controlling and demanding." "That's fine," Rebecca said. "If you succeed, he should recognize that what you did was for him. If he does not, dump him. I think you all know what to do to keep him from just walking away when the preparation gets rough." There were some suggestive comments from more than just Claire at that. "One caution," Rebecca said when things died down. "If his physical condition is as borderline as his brother suggests, you might have to, uh, how shall I say this ... restrict the sexual activity to what is safe and prudent for his condition. Also, you do not want to, uh, exhaust him so it retards his progress." "So, it's a balancing act, huh?" Phyllis commented. "Enough to keep him on track without wearing him out. Realistically, Rebecca, don't you think a man who has reached his rank will realize what we are trying to do and add his own willpower?" "One would think so," Rebecca agreed. "I can tell you from experience, though, that scars from being jilted or abandoned can run very deep. Look at his brother. Roger's life was so 'entwined' with his wife's that it took the shock that you organized to pull him out of it. Certainly Roger, and assumedly Alan, are the kind of men who seek deep, committed relationships with their women. They are of the too rare breed who can be happy with permanent monogamy." After Rebecca had said that, her demeanor noticeably saddened, and the others all caught it. "Have you found out something more, Rebecca?" Julie asked. "I'm sorry, this session isn't about me," Rebecca countered. "But we're all your friends," Phyllis assured her. "We hurt for you." "No, I still don't have any real evidence," Rebecca said with a sigh. "It's just the continuing distance between us and the increased travel. He's spending more time at Corporate headquarters. I'm afraid he may be due for a promotion. That would mean a move and a big decision for me. Well, back to Alan." Carole asked "If the brothers have the attitude toward women that you describe, are they going to want to pick one of us to marry?" "Possibly," Rebecca admitted. "There are definitely extenuating circumstances, though. There is Roger's 'faithfulness' to his wife and Alan's deep scars. Look, you gals can probably make this 'stable' thing work. You've got all the tools." "And the best professional advice," Claire added without her usual humor. ------- Roger had explained the reason, but Alan still thought it was fishy that he was to meet these women at 10:30 at night. It was at a health club, so nothing too strange could happen, but still ... He was tired. It seemed like he was always tired lately, and he didn't like it. Maybe these women really could do something about it. He was about at the 'try anything' stage. He was met at the check-in desk by Phyllis, the one he was looking for. Roger had said nothing about her appearance, but she was impressive. She had the build of an amazon, but still came across as sexy and appealing. He wondered if Roger had done her. His mental questions were cut off when Phyllis introduced Nancy, who was just plain stacked. The women led him toward the back of the workout area where there was a seating group. As he followed them, he did not know whether to look at the smooth strength of Phyllis's walk or marvel at Nancy's tiny waist and the way her body spread out above and below. In their brief, snug shorts, both women showed generous but marvelously shaped asses. When he had met them, he had to force himself not to gape at the beautifully filled sports bras they wore. As they walked, he just remembered that their exposed midriffs showed no rolls or bulges. These were women who knew what conditioning was about, he was sure. The way he was concentrating on the bodies ahead of him, it took a while to notice that there was no one else in the exercise area. Later, he saw four or five people leave, but no one else came in. Alan was dying to find out what was between these women and Roger, but they did not mention his brother and he was not about to ask. There was just a little chit chat before getting down to the professional part. Most of the questions were expected, but there were a few surprises. He could tell that Nancy was trying not to be judgmental about his admittedly poor eating habits. They only put him through some short testing on the various machines. He had to stay a little longer than he would have liked on the stepper, but Phyllis explained that she needed to chart his pulse and respiration increases to know where to start him out. It must have been 11:30 when they told him to go ahead and shower. He briefly wondered how they had access to the club after the scheduled closing. Something else to find out. There was no way he could know how similar his shower encounter would be to his brother's. When he turned around because he sensed someone, it was just Phyllis and Nancy standing naked, but the shock was no less. "We needed a better look at what we will be working with," Nancy explained with a smile. "We didn't want you to feel like an object, so..." She gestured at their bodies. He was speechless. He was using too much mental capacity drinking in the sights before him to even consider talking. Between Phyllis's fat, bare labia and peeking clit and Nancy's large, full breasts and huge nipples, there was plenty to hold his attention. "Also, Alan, we are concerned about motivation," Phyllis went on. "I'm sure you have started working out before, and I'm sure you know what is good and bad to eat. Roger is concerned that now, your job and even your life are at risk." "M ... m ... motivation," he managed to stammer out. "I guess! Is this how you rescued Rog?" So far, even as he stared at their exposed parts, he had been too surprised and flustered to harden. Just the thought of his brother with the two women got the blood flowing South, though. "Uh! Uh! Don't try to hide it, Alan," Nancy ordered. "We were starting to get concerned that maybe you had some E.D. That's a relief to see, so let it stick out proudly. Let's go into the whirlpool where we can talk some more. The women each took a hand and led him from the shower area. As they turned into the hot, humid whirlpool room, he stopped in shock, which the women had anticipated. "ALL RIGHT! WOO HOO! GOOD JOB!" That, of course, came from Claire, standing naked along with Julie and Carole at the edge of the tub. Pointing right at his jutting hardon, Claire exclaimed "OUTSTANDING!" That cracked everyone up, including Alan. He was only allowed to sit on the edge of the tub like the women were, and he understood that trying to cover himself would not be well received. After brief introductions by first name only, Carole took over. "First of all, Alan, the reason we have the run of the club is that Phyllis is the majority owner. As I'm sure you have guessed, something very much like this happened to Roger last Friday. "You would be surprised and probably not happy about how much we have been able to learn about you in the last four days. It's all good except for that fat roll trying to hide your very nice cock and some numbers that are getting to the scary point." With that introduction, Carole went through pretty much what had been said to Roger. "Alan, if you are going to be our partner, we do not want to be visiting you in the ICU or the cardiac ward. As you can see, we are all committed to being in the best possible physical condition. Roger is already in great shape. "Also, we think that sharing our beds with Captain Alan Trent who looks like a police department poster model and can fuck all night is much better than with Lieutenant Alan Trent who just barely passes his physicals and can only make one of us happy about every three or four days. Therefore, we are going to make absolutely sure that you are the department's next captain. "We know that you are a dedicated, disciplined man or you would not be where you are. Somewhere, in the last few years, the discipline has taken a hit, perhaps because of the way a series of heartless bitches treated you. Looking at us, you can guess how important top physical condition is to us. We know that you want that, too, and we are going to see that you get it. "Not to tell stories out of school, but in one week, we have discovered that Roger is a woman's dream. We know that you share the same upbringing and the same values, and we want you in our lives. Please understand that some hard things we will do with you over then next few months are done out of genuine concern for you. "Right now, we are all going to take some pretty embarrassing measurements. The process will be repeated until you reach the goals we will help you set. This will be intrusive and embarrassing, I assure you. Why would we require it? Well, the fact that you have let yourself deteriorate this much means that you need help correcting the problems. If you can't accept that requirement, we'll just apologize for displaying ourselves so brazenly and wish you a nice life. "Why would you agree to do as we ask? Well, how about all of the sex that you can handle? How about warm bodies to sleep with instead of cold sheets? How about women who understand that a good man is to be respected and treasured, not used and discarded?" Alan was beyond stunned. What they were asking would definitely be humiliating, but wasn't Carole right? Wasn't Roger right? He just couldn't seem to save himself by himself. Besides, there were five very appealing bodies that would be a great reward for success. The women all seemed intelligent, lively, and interesting. "So, I have to get to these goals before... ?" "Hell, no!" Claire shouted. "No way can I wait that long." Carole followed up. "All we want is your agreement to follow the program. We're confident enough to think that the motivation we can provide will get you there." Five women poking, squeezing, measuring, and tsk-ing over results was indeed humiliating. He could tell, though, that there was genuine care and concern behind what they were doing with him. When what he thought was the last measurement had been finished, Claire shouted "Wait! We forgot the most important thing! Where's that tape measure?" She got on her knees and took his penis in her mouth. It had softened, but she corrected that very quickly. When she got him to the point where he was jerking with each heartbeat, she took her mouth off of him and measured his length. "Hot damn! That's going to feel good inside!" she exclaimed before taking him back in her mouth and finishing him off. Alan had had blowjobs before. He had stood naked and had a naked woman do him on her knees before. But he had never had an audience of four other naked women before. The embarrassment was almost enough to keep him from coming, but the others joined in by touching him or pressing their bodies against him, and that overrode his nervousness. In a way that came across as loving and intimate, the women all helped him dress. When he was ready to leave, all but Phyllis disappeared, and she said "I get you for the night." The kiss that she laid on him squelched any question or objection. It was already getting light outside when Phyllis rolled over on top of him and asked "Do you have any more brothers?" "Nope. Just cousins, all married. Well, one is very unhappily married." "We're not going there," Phyllis said quickly. "I hope you understand when I say that we would be open to more men that we could consider partners." "Oh, I understand. I assume all of your sexual appetites are as strong as yours, and, God!, there's no way two of us could keep up." "Yes, we're all just as horny," Phyllis agreed, chuckling at his rather euphemistic words. "Keep in mind that we're only looking for men the caliber of Roger." "That's a pretty high standard," Alan said sincerely. "We're very discriminating women. Uh, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but we have no intention of putting you through that measurement business ever again." "That's a relief," he said. "Claire will be really disappointed, though." That put her into a fit of laughter. "So, you've got her figured out, huh? Actually, don't judge Claire by her bawdy side. She's an absolutely incredible woman with multiple talents." "She'd have to be to fit in with the rest of you." "How do you feel about death by fucking," she asked, aroused by the last compliment. "I'm dangerously close already," he quipped, "but go for it." ------- "Brother, we fell right into hog heaven!" Alan said as Roger sat down. For once, Alan had arrived first. "That we have. That we have," Roger agreed. "Remember, we need to make sure they feel just as fortunate. I'm trying to treat all of them like I treated Emily." "I hear you. I treated all three bitches like queens and got shit on for my trouble, so I'm more than a little gunshy," Alan said softly. "Well, these women are different, I guarantee you. Besides, they don't need anything from you but to treat them well. No big houses, no fancy cars, no annuities: shit, they have more of that than we can ever hope for." "Oh? Phyllis doesn't seem to live all that high," Alan observed. "She has the most modest place, I agree. Believe me, those women are 'R I C H'," Roger assured him. "Get your money with Carole and you will be, too." "She's that good, huh?" "Unbelievable." "Well, I watched you and Emily all those years and envied you," Alan revealed. "That's how I wanted to treat my woman. I just never really got one I could treat that way." "Never too late for a fresh start." "Yeah. The written Captain's exam is in six weeks - orals two weeks later. I was going to pass on it, but I've changed my mind." "Good for you," Roger encouraged. "Unless I miss my guess, the women changed your mind for you, right? They will help you study, I'm sure." "I don't know if I'd call that help." "They'll keep their clothes on if you really ask them," Roger said with a laugh. "Don't know if I want to be that gung ho about the test." They shared the best laugh since Emily's death. ------- Because Alan was still 'making the rounds' on Sunday, the Gang met Monday morning instead. "Alan is going to be more of a project than Roger," Carole said to open the discussion. "Yeah, we found Roger in the 'ready-to-fuck section' Claire joked to answering groans. Quickly turning serious, she said "Alan IS going to pass that physical, and he IS going to get the top score on that Captain's exam." "We need to set up a rotation," Phyllis said. "Because of his previous discipline problems, we can't trust him to do anything by himself. I think he should come to one of our homes right from work every night. A good dinner, some intense studying, a strenuous workout, and a good night's sleep every night. Oh, a good breakfast and a prepared lunch, too." "Hey, I didn't hear fucking in there anywhere," Claire complained. "Until we know that he can do the other parts well enough, we may not be able to fuck him every night. Either that, or limit it to one nice, gentle one, then put him to sleep. He's not exactly in great shape, you know," Carole cautioned. Somehow, Alan was not surprised to arrive at Julie's house on Tuesday evening and find her naked. Nor was he surprised to be told to strip. He was just embarrassed because he did not look fit and trim like she did. He was definitely surprised when after an exhausting evening, she just cuddled with him in bed, holding his penis lovingly, but making it clear that no more would happen. For the next two weeks, Alan's weekday evenings would follow the same pattern. Friday night through Sunday afternoon, however, there was much more sex to accompany the studying. By the third week, gentle loving was added two or three of the weeknights, as well. He was not really happy that he spent all of the time with the women naked, even though they were generally dressed. The rational part of him was able to win out, though. When each of the women worked as hard as they did, how could he object. They made excellent dinners and breakfasts plus lunches to take to work. They went over and over his study materials, worrying every detail and often making him explain in far more detail than the sample tests required. They were with him every second of his workouts, encouraging, cajoling, and critiquing. Another thing they all did was to have him pretend he was in oral exams. They had sample questions from prior exams, and they made him stand naked and respond. That revealed a significant problem in his plan for advancement. It was time for some input from Rebecca. "Does he not know the material? Does he not think well on his feet? Does he get stage-fright? What seems to be the main problem?" Rebecca asked when she met with the Gang. "I would say stage-fright," Claire answered, and the others agreed. "He seems to have the facts in hand and he organizes his responses well. He just seems timid about speaking out." "You have what, over four weeks?" Rebecca asked rhetorically. "If you can possibly arrange it, have multiple people present for the oral drills. If possible, more than just the gang, including some men. If you can organize it, I think it will help a lot." "And if all of his practices are naked, it will help him to be clothed for the actual exam, right?" Carole said. "I didn't mean that," Rebecca objected. "I did," Carole insisted. "But outsiders? Strangers? That's ... Why would he go along with that?" "Because after the first week or so, he really wants that position. He also realizes that the orals are his one big problem. Oh, and because you will be there at my house tonight to convince him that it is what he needs." "Me?" Rebecca objected. "Carole, I don't know. This is ... pretty extreme." "Girls, don't you all agree that getting Alan the job was a bit of a long shot to start with? Don't you think that as things are now, his orals will kill him?" When the others all agreed, Rebecca's shoulders slumped. "A session with a naked man!" Rebecca murmured almost to herself, shaking her head. "Doesn't that qualify as a breath of fresh air?" Carole challenged, using Rebecca's own phrase from her first meeting with the Gang. "Honey," Nancy interjected, "If you're worried about this violating your marriage vows, don't. It is no different than a medical exam - strictly professional. Besides, as we've talked, odds are that Jason is seeing some naked bodies in a non-professional capacity." That comment seemed to provide Rebecca the resolve she needed. "I, uh, did both drama and debate in high school and some drama in college. Maybe I can help." ------- Carole could not hide her nervousness at dinner that evening, and Alan could not miss it. He waited until it was time to study before he asked her what was wrong. "Alan, I am about to push your trust to the limit. We, the other women and I, have agreed that you have only one major problem in scoring high on that exam. I think you will agree - it's the orals." Dropping his head, Alan admitted "I just barely made LT, and that's what dragged me down. I don't know, Carole, it is just hard for me." "Well, we have a plan to overcome that. It is radical, and it will severely test your desire to land that promotion. I am going to tell you what tonight's first step is. You can say 'no way' right now, or at any point as more of the plan is revealed." "Do I really want to hear this?" "Wrong question," she countered. "The question is do you really want the promotion, and can you get it without some major, major help with your presentation skills." With a large sigh, Alan said "Lay it on me." "Waiting for my phone call to join us is Dr. Rebecca Sanders, Ph.D.," Carole stated. She waited for Alan's astonishment to subside. "She is a highly successful counsellor, currently specializing in family and marriage issues. We consulted with her before recruiting Roger, and about how best to greatly improve your presentation skills in a short time. Rebecca is married with two children. She is very uncomfortable about being with a naked man, but..." "Naked? You can't mean... !" "Yes, I can. Please, Alan. At least do this session and let Rebecca explain the rest of the plan. She is a professional. Think of her as a medical doctor, if it will help." "I can't believe you're serious!" "Are you serious, Alan?" There was a bit of a staring contest before Carole asked gently "Should I take the edge off for you?" ------- When Carole opened the door for Rebecca, she could see the nervousness in the younger woman's eyes. As she looked, though, a startling transformation took place as Rebecca strode purposefully into the entry way. As instructed, Alan was standing a few feet back, struggling mightily to keep his composure. A Rebecca that Carole barely recognized walked right up to Alan, stuck out her hand, and said in a confident voice "Captain Trent, I'm Rebecca Sanders. I am very glad to meet you. I sincerely hope that I can be of help to you." "It ... it's Lieutenant. I'm just t ... trying for Captain." "Are first names OK, considering the, uh, informality?" Rebecca asked. He was able to nod weakly. "Alan, I don't know if Carole mentioned it, but Nancy is my aunt, more of a mother to me than my mother. Anyway, I know all five women quite well. I cannot remember that last time the Gang went after something seriously and did not get it. My prediction is that you will be a Captain before long. Besides, any man with the guts to stand like that with your penis hanging out for a strange woman must want this pretty badly. "I will tell you, Alan, that you are the first naked man that I have been close to in a very long time. I will try to be professional about this. I ask you to do the same. Later, I will do some psycho-babble about the whys and hows, but for now, I would like to start with some basics. "Carole, let's sit over here and be the audience. Alan, stand right over there and recite for me the pledge of allegiance." "Huh?" "I'm sure you know it. Recite it. I want to critique your presentation." Alan went through the pledge. He did not make any errors or stumble on any words, but there was no force in his delivery. "OK, you got it right, but you did not inspire me to any great wave of nationalist feeling," Rebecca said. "I don't know if ... I'm not really..." "Alan, think back. Is there some speaker somewhere in your past that you remember quite clearly? A teacher? A professor? A politician? A preacher? Can you think of one?" Alan's answer came quickly. "A preacher in the church we went to when I was a kid. I definitely remember him." "OK. Say the pledge just like that preacher would say it." "That's not how I talk, though," he objected. "Of course not. Pretend you are him. Act." "I've never done any acting or anything." "OK, Alan, I'm going to give you part of a speech that my very good college drama professor gave. Voice and language are the main tools we humans have for several purposes. Conveying information is one, even though we have other means of doing that, such as the printed word. Entertaining is another, but we will not talk about that right now. "An important use of voice and language is to ask for something. Voice is better than the printed word for asking. Why? Because it is easier to communicate emotion with voice than it is in print. The level of need or desperation in a plea for help can be easily conveyed with the voice. "Still another use is for convincing, swaying opinion. Again, voice has the advantage of being able to show depth of feeling or commitment. "Drama and its close relative, oratory, are the skillful use of voice to most effectively entertain, ask, or convince. What will you be doing in the oral exams, Alan?" "Well, uh, showing that I know about police policies, procedures, and tactics, I guess." "Wrong, Alan. You will be doing those things, but the main objective is to convince the examiners that you are the absolute best candidate for the position of Captain. "How can you do that? Well, correct information is important, but Carole and the others will make sure that you have that. Every person who tests will have, or at least can have, all of the correct information. To convince them that you are the best choice, you will have to use your voice to distinguish yourself. "The upshot of all of this, Alan, is that you need to use your voice as a convincing tool. If that means acting, speaking in a way that seems unnatural or contrived, so be it. Now, say the pledge like your old preacher." For another half hour, until Alan sincerely hoped that he would never hear the pledge of allegiance again, he said it over and over, trying his best to respond to Rebecca's instructions about delivery. "Well, Carole, who has Alan tomorrow night?" Rebecca asked Carole at the door when she was about to leave. "What time should I be there?" "It's Nancy's turn. How about if I pick up your girls. Are you really willing to continue this?" Rebecca had two daughters, eleven and ten. Normally, Nancy, who was like a grandmother to them, had them whenever neither parent could be with them. "Frankly, Carole, I had a ball. I need something different like this." "Looking at nice cocks is fun, isn't it?" Carole laughed. Alan was tired enough that he would have skipped the workout if given the choice. He knew he would never have that choice. That evening's workout was a little different because Carole provided lots of distraction. She seemed to think it would be a more effective exercise if he was hard. She knew several ways to get him that way. A sexy shower and some gentle intercourse ended the day. Incredibly, Rebecca was able to do the next ten days with Alan, usually right after dinner. Instead of the pledge, she had him use policies or procedures that he needed to know from memory for several days. Then, she started asking questions that he had to respond to extemporaneously. She shortened her times to thirty or forty minutes to allow for detailed study afterwards. For the last of the ten days, Alan spent most of the study time with Rebecca. The women felt that he had the facts down cold. Carole had done a lot of research and had come up with a long list of realistic practice questions and scenarios. They were taken from departments all over the country. On her last night with Alan, Rebecca laid out the rest of the plan, hopefully for his acceptance. "Alan, we know some people, men and women, who are very comfortable with naked people because they work with them all of the time. What the Gang wants to do is set up practice sessions where you do what you have been doing the last few days. The difference will be that your audience will be people you have never met before." "And why should I do that?" "Your delivery has improved a great deal. It will be an asset to you in the exam. However, you have only spoken before me and the women. You need exposure to groups that will better represent the examining team. We cannot get real police executives in here, but strangers can simulate the same kind of pressure, particularly if you are naked." Alan just stood and shook his head. He wanted the promotion very badly, but as incredible as it seemed, the five, no six women honestly seemed to want it for him just as badly. Sadly, he had never experienced that kind of wholehearted support from a woman before. It had drawn him. How could he question anything they asked him to do? "So, when I take the exam with clothes on, I won't have as much trouble focusing and speaking?" "You've got it. I think you believe it, too." "This is going to be really tough," Alan admitted. "Yes, it will, especially because I won't be there, nor will any of the women." "Whoa!" "Just remember. You will be the only one at all concerned with your nakedness. I promise." Alan passed the written exam with record high marks - no surprise. With two weeks left until the orals, He started going to the club early in the morning to use a tanning booth. Claire fussed over his face and hair, doing everything she could to make him look as healthy and as distinguished as possible. Everyone wished they had more time, but their determination was undiminished. The Ventris, The Renfrews, the Herwalts, the Rubens, the Bergs, and the Ormonds from Transformations all agreed to be part of Alan's practice 'review boards'. However, the condition was that the sessions be conducted in a conference room at Transformations. That was actually good because it was more realistic than one of the houses. From Carole's long list of questions and exercises, each group was given a selection plus using the 'boilerplate' type questions. Carole accompanied Alan, but did not sit in. They volunteers switched around so spouses were not together. They did one other thing that bothered Alan at first. A boy and a girl from Lindsey's was in each group. Their age gave Alan pause. Detecting that, Muriel explained. "I don't know what your familiarity with Lindsey's might be. We want you to hear these young people's stories after we finish. Selfishly, it will be an advantage to us to have a knowledgeable and hopefully sympathetic contact high up in the police force. After the fourth and last session, Alan asked to go to Lindsey's and hear the rest of the stories. He did dress for that. ------- To only Alan's amazement, he was the only candidate to make the first selection band when the testing was completed and the results announced. Since there was a known retirement in a month, he knew he would be promoted right away. "Alan, can we attend your promotion ceremony? How much do you want people to know or suspect about our relationship?" Nancy asked this when he came to tell the whole group his results. "Of course you can attend! I wouldn't be there without you! Don't be offended, but I think sisterly hugs and kisses on the cheek are as demonstrative as we should be." "I assume your mother will be there," Julie said. "We're all anxious to meet her. She'll know." "I haven't said anything about you to her," he protested. "Doesn't matter. If she could raise you two so successfully, she'll know." "We're really going to dress for this," Claire said gleefully. "Hey, it's a pretty low-key deal," he cautioned. "A lot of folks show up in uniform." "Oh, I didn't mean cocktail dresses or anything. We'll just look like a casual million bucks." Claire had not boasted idly. From the moment the Gang walked into the headquarters auditorium, they had far more attention than Alan or any of his superiors. They were all the picture of casual but cultured grace and style. The elder Mrs. Trent, a widow for six years, met each of them with her eagle eye out. In the mail two days after the ceremony, each of the five received an old-fashioned hand-written invitation to tea at Mrs. Trent's condo. None even thought of refusing. The invitation had 'casual' in large letters, and they all complied. "I hope my sons are doing for you ladies a fraction of what you've done for them," was the greeting they received. A friend had opened the door for them and Mrs. Trent stood waiting in her small sitting room. Unbelievably, all five were caught speechless, so Mrs. Trent continued. "You have saved both of their lives, literally. Are they good lovers? Do they leave you satisfied. Their father left me limp just days before his heart gave out." That certainly wiped out any potential barriers to conversation, and soon, the friend had left and the six were gossiping like schoolgirls. It is probably a blessing that men seldom know how the women closest to them talk about them. ------- Chapter 4 "Well, we've got a great start on our 'stable' of cocks," Claire said with a nod toward Nancy at their next Sunday brunch. "Problem is, I can wear out those two beauties all by myself. Where are we going to get more?" "First of all, Claire," Nancy said rather sternly, "those men are far more than just cocks. I never thought I would find a man as good as my husband, once he got past his wandering phase. Roger and Alan have restored my faith in males." "Sorry, Nancy. You're right. They are much, much more than just fuck buddies." "How about the regular dates or 'friends with benefits' that some of us have?" Phyllis asked. "Could any of them be brought into the 'stable'?" "I'm afraid my two, while pretty good in bed, are not the same caliber of person as Roger and Alan," Caroled offered. "Who is?" quipped Nancy, followed by a blush. The others expressed pretty much the same sentiment. "You know," Carole warned, "we should not get into bed with anyone else since we made the agreement with the guys." "Oh! I didn't think of that. You're right," Claire agreed. "All the more reason to find some more." Phyllis told them "Alan said they have a cousin. He's married, but very unhappily." "Let's not go there," Julie cautioned. "That's what I told him" Phyllis agreed. "However. Maybe we should do a little investigating before we just slam the door." "Ohhhh," Carole exclaimed. "Married men can lead to so much trouble." "Let me investigate," Nancy interrupted. "I like doing the detective bit. I'll be very, very discrete. Nothing will connect anything back to us." "Or to Roger and Alan, either," Julie cautioned. Figuring that Roger could more easily take some time off from work, Nancy called him the next morning and arranged to meet him for coffee. Partly to surprise him and partly for cover, she wore a very professional looking pant suit and had her hair up in a business do. When she walked into the coffee shop where he was waiting, he stood and gaped for a moment, then smiled and shook his head. "I wasn't sure if you wanted any tongues to wag at work," she explained, "so I wore my lawyer outfit." "Nancy, tongues haven't stopped wagging at work since I grew that permanent smile after the first weekend." "Hmmmm. That's good to hear. You know, the five of us have been in pretty good spirits, too. Alan tells me you have a cousin who is married, but not happily. Tell me all about him." "Well, I suppose most importantly, he is endowed as least as well as we are." Nancy could not help bursting into laughter, and struggled to stifle it as some other patrons looked their way. "Hey, it's me, Nancy, not Claire!" "And..." he teased. "Guess I didn't fool you much, did I," she mock pouted. "Anyway, what else about this cousin?" "He's a grade school principal, highly regarded, loves his job, does not want to be anything else," Roger said. "Let me guess. Not good enough for the would-be upwardly mobile wife?" "Well, that may be a root cause. I don't know. The main thing is that she spreads it around." "Still? Is this cousin a lot younger?" "No, but she is." "Ah. Why has he stuck it out?" "Mostly money, I guess. He has evidence of adultery, but that still gets you raped in this state. They, uh, actually seem to co-exist rather well, but no sex." "Really? She spreads it around but won't give it to him?" "He doesn't want it." "Pride? Fear of disease?" she questioned. "Probably both. Are you sure you want to get into that mess, Nancy?" "Roger, the way you and your brother have whetted our appetites, we're afraid that we'll wear you down to skin and bones. You need reinforcements." "I can see that. Dale would be a good one. Well, uh, if his confidence isn't too destroyed." "Describe the wife - Caroline, isn't it?" Roger gave her as much detail as he could think of before they parted with a very businesslike handshake." ------- "Mrs. Wakefield? Could I speak with you for a moment? I want to ask you something about your husband." "My husband? Why don't you ask him?" the startled Caroline Wakefield asked the woman who had accosted her at the mall. The woman was almost totally unrecognizable as Nancy Withers. A wig, overdone eyebrows, garish dangly earings, pancake makeup, nearly glowing lipstick, modish clear glasses, shapeless thigh-length sweater over tights, plastic boots ... it was a masterful disguise job. Nancy had also practiced a fake voice pitch and rhythm for hours. "What I want to know is if, taking into account your own activities, you consider your husband available for sexual activity outside your marriage." Nancy had rehearsed that line endlessly. No one, hearing her in normal conversation later, would connect the two voices. Caroline just stared open-mouthed at the strange woman. After at least thirty seconds, she stammered "You ... you want to know if its OK to have sex with my husband? How can you even ask that? Why, that's ... that's..." "Fair? Would that be the word you're looking for?" Nancy challenged. "Did he put you up to this?" Caroline demanded angrily. "Of course not," Nancy laughed. "I would never approach a married man without his wife's permission." "And you really expect me to give permission? That's crazy?" "Well, I assume your lovers got Dale's permission, didn't they?" Caroline just stared at Nancy after that challenge. "Mrs. Wakefield!" Nancy said with a dramatic shake of her head. "Everyone knows about your lovers. Why do you think Dale refuses sex with you?" "Who are you, anyway? Who have you been talking to?" Caroline demanded. "Well, who I am will no longer exist once I take off this disguise. I am interested enough in Dale to have hired an agency to find all of this out. Apparently, since you did not get his permission for your affairs, I don't really need to worry about your permission to bed him, do I?" "Now, wait a minute! You can't just..." " ... do like you did? Why not? From everything I can tell, Dale should be a very good lover. If you don't want him, why can't you let him free?" "But, I do want him!" Caroline insisted. "He's the one that..." "Doesn't want to share? Is that the problem?" Nancy asked with a sneer. "Well, this has been instructive. I feel justified in approaching Dale, now." With that, Nancy walked away from the flushed, gaping wife. ------- "I guess we shouldn't be surprised at you after all these years, should we, Nancy?" Phyllis exclaimed. "That's was a masterful performance." The Gang had listened to the recording of Nancy's encounter with Caroline Wakefield for the second time. "Yeah, but where does it leave us," Claire demanded. "Any closer to having another cock?" Julie just shook her head in wonder before exclaiming. "Can you believe that woman? I think she actually thought that everything was secret. She even claimed she wanted sex with her husband, too." "That kinda squares with what Roger said," Nancy offered. "You should have seen her face. I think I really shook her up." "Stupid bitch!" Claire declared. "To phrase Claire's question another way, have we accomplished anything but maybe triggering some marriage counseling?" "Or a divorce," Claire added. "That would be good." "Both Alan and Roger are checking for any rumblings within the family. They have to be really careful, though. They are scheduled to go to a game with Dale next week. Maybe we'll know more, then." ------- "Why did you have to go blabbing it all over?" Caroline shrieked as soon as Dale walked into the house that evening. Giving her the stony expression that had become his defense over the last couple of years, he asked "What the hell are you talking about?" "Some woman cornered me in the mall and..." she gave her version of the strange encounter. "Well, if she approaches me, I should at least find out if she looks presentable out of disguise," he quipped. "You can't just go off and fuck someone you meet," she complained. "I guess that rule only applies to me, then." That triggered a screaming session that he finally just walked away from. After the game that they attended together, Roger and Alan talked to the Gang. "Dale is intrigued, to say the least. Caroline is about going nuts, and he is having more fun than he has had in years." "He has no idea how much fun he can really have," Claire claimed. "Amen to that," Alan agreed. "Want to try him out?" "You know, the shower at the club is working so well. Why mess with success?" Phyllis said. "Wait a minute," Carole cautioned. "Wealth, or lack of it, is at the heart of his marriage problems. All of our homes are rather impressive. Perhaps it would be best not to take him with one of us for his first, uh, session." "But what else can we do?" Julie asked. "I know," Phyllis said brightly. "Slumber party at the health club. We'll post signs during the week warning about a late opening on Saturday morning." "Isn't that your busiest day?" "Phyllis just grinned and said "Priorities are priorities. Oh, we need to talk to Rebecca, first. What would we have done without her advice so far?" When she joined the Gang and heard a quick summary about Dale, Rebecca just shook her head in wonder. "First of all, Phyllis, that was a brilliant thought about not taking him to any of your homes first. Slumber party, huh? Not a bad idea, but it doesn't go far enough." "What do you mean?" "Besides the economic status issue, my guess is that his self-confidence - his sexual confidence - is severely damaged. God, I cannot believe I am saying this," Rebecca paused to shake her head in wonder, again. "He needs to leave that club convinced that five horny women cannot get enough of his body. I don't know if you can make him forget betrayal and rejection in one night, but I think you should give it a good try. I think I will leave the, uh, particulars to you." "Do you want to join us?" "As inviting as that sounds," Rebecca demurred, "I could not justify it. With Alan, I had a very specific role to play. With Dale, I would just be, uh, a voyeur, I guess." "You mean you wouldn't want to strip down and participate?" Claire teased. "Please, don't even tempt me like that," Rebecca pled. Everyone saw her eyes get moist, and they smothered her with hugs and encouragement. ------- Keeping with tradition, Dale Wakefield turned around in the shower of the unfamiliar club at the ridiculously late hour to find five smiling, naked older women facing him. When Alan had told him to be there, he had expected some kind of an approach, but who could imagine that. The quick assurance that his cock still worked well, the group of women washing him, sitting around the edge of the whirlpool; it had all become standard to the gang. This time, it was Nancy who laid out what they wanted from him. Julie, however, asked the key questions. "What if your wife wants to reconcile?" "Won't happen. There has just been too much for me to go back." "What if she sues for divorce?" "Then, I'll have to look for a place to live - a cheap place." "And you're OK if things stay the way they are? I mean, except that you will be spending time with us." "Right now, I would say more than OK." "Will she freak if you don't come home tonight?" "Probably. So what?" "Well, you must have heard all the little girls in your school jabbering about slumber parties," Nancy said. "We're going to have one right here - a naked one." "Huh?" "We are going to get very well acquainted tonight, especially with this," Claire interjected, hefting his package. It was not going to be that simple for Dale, though. Phyllis had once again enlisted help from Lindsey's. When they all left the shower area for the aerobics room, Dale was almost knocked backward by the sight of three teenaged girls, all clothed, turning one corner of the room into a giant bed. What was even more devilish was that one of the girls had come through Dale's elementary school. The Gang had brought the girls out from Lindsey's for a long evening of planning. The three all rushed to greet the older women as if they were relatives or long-term friends. Emma, the girl from Dale's school, came up to him and babbled away. "Oh, Mr. Wakefield, I'm so glad to see that you have met these women. They are all so awesome. My friends and I enjoyed so much meeting them. I have to tell you, I will never forget the years at your school. I know there are thousands of kids that feel the same way." She had been holding his hand in both of hers and she stretched up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, don't worry about being naked or erect. We are all used to seeing naked men. Let's get some food set up for you and we'll tell you all about it." It had been Rebecca who had suggested that focusing on young people would be the perfect way to start the night with Dale. He did his job for the satisfaction of working with kids, after all. They sat Indian style on the floor and had snacks and drinks. The girls kept him bracketed and told him their stories. His erection did not last long once the sad tales started. The girls were let out a service entrance. Because of the late hour, the Gang had insisted that a security agent drive the mini-van and wait for them. When they had left, Phyllis called out "Potty break, then bed-time." The prior confusion and disorientation was returning to Dale. One of the women was always right beside him, although they let him use the toilet alone. When they were all sitting or lying on the makeshift big bed, he asked "Why bring those girls in? That was really embarrassing." "What was their attitude toward you?" Carole asked. "Did they make fun of you? Did they treat you like an object?" "Uh, well, no. They were very respectful. Very fine young ladies." "Just like so many that you send out of your school every year. They recognize the good work you do and they respect you for it." "But I'm naked!" "Yup. And how much did it matter to the girls." "It ... didn't seem to." "Dale, what we're trying to do is jolt you out of thinking about the way your life has been. Those really nice young ladies represent the successes of your past. We represent the satisfaction and pleasure you can experience in your future." Before he recognized what was happening, he was on his back with his head in Julie's lap. One one side of him, Nancy held his hand to her breast. Phyllis held the other against her bald pussy. His legs were spread and a Carole knelt between them, stroking him to hardness. When he was fully erect, Claire squatted over him and lowered herself down onto him. As Claire moved up and down on him, Carole kept her hand squeezing the base of his cock, trying for every possible stroke before he released. It meant that she had rather more intimate contact with her friend Claire than they were used to, but they had worked it out ahead of time. It was very effective. It put him in a classical 'hurts so good' situation, but it was very likely that when Carole finally let go after an impressive three plus minutes, the feelings from his violent ejaculation erased any memory of the discomfort during the buildup. Dale was faced with two problems in the aftermath. He had to gasp for breath, and it was very hard to return the kisses that were raining on him while gasping for breath. He just laid there in a trance, the part of his mind that had requisitioned enough blood for some thought could hardly decide what to focus on. The main thing that kept drawing his attention was how radically his life had changed in what - an hour or so? Even though organized thought was still laborious, all of his senses were sharpened. Odors. Compelling odors - aromas, actually. Sweet, floral, musky - each compelling in its own way. Then, there was that other special aroma - woman! Aroused woman. No, not exactly. Aroused women! Barely having identified those aromas, other sensations dominated. The pleasant, hot heaviness that had covered his groin was replaced by a cool dampness and lack of pressure. Almost before the regret registered, fingers were gently lifting his still-firm penis and he luxuriated in the gentle washing and drying that followed. The woman who had ridden him so vigorously - Claire, that was her name, exclaimed "Oh, looky! He's not all soft! After what he blew into me! Wow! Girls, we've got another stud, here. Phyllis, you won't have to wait long at all." Acting as giddy as one of his grade-school girls, Claire scrambled up to his face on her knees, kissed him hard but briefly, and chortled "I'll bet I can have you straight and tall in nothing flat." Then, Claire was back kneeling over his crotch and doing gentle but exciting things to him with her mouth. He would have watched, but the other women seemed to think it was more important for him to kiss them or to suckle the nipples that were pushed into his mouth. In the haze of all that stimulation, his lips closed on one nipple that was unbelievably large and hard. His eyes had been contentedly closed, but snapped open to take in the wonder of the magnificent mammary that held the nipple. "Damn, Nancy!" Claire exclaimed. "I sure wish I had boobs that could do that to a man. He just shot straight up like a flag pole. Phyllis, get your pussy over here!" There was a bit of scrambling, but soon, his reawakened cock was luxuriating in a different hot, moist sheath, his head rested in a different lap, and his hands enjoyed a different breast and pussy. He saw that his new partner was the larger woman, Phyllis. She was already plunging up and down on him, showing impressive strength. For a minute or so, he enjoyed the wonderful feelings, this time without the urgent need for immediate release. Fully alert now, many thoughts were racing through his head. Were all of the women going to mount him like this? From what they had said earlier about his future, was this a campaign to make him forget the sadness and humiliation of his marriage? Well, it was working. But, was he content to just lie there and let them masturbate him with their pussies? That was not the kind of lover he was, at all. When she was still his, many times he had taken Caroline very aggressively, and she had loved it. Well, she apparently had not loved it enough, but..." "Excuse me, Ladies," he said without any thought. He disengaged his hands and used them to sit up. Wrapping his arms around Phyllis, he rather awkwardly rolled them both sideways so he ended on top of her, still miraculously imbedded. Driven by a need that he could not really identify, he started thrusting with all of his might as soon as his knees gave him traction. Phyllis let out a long "YESSSSSSSS!" and started returning his thrusts in kind. Like his cousins Roger and Alan, Dale was over six feet tall. He was of slender build, though, underweight and not very toned. Phyllis may have weighed as much as he did. When she put her feet on the floor and began lifting her pelvis violently upward to meet his strokes, she threw him around so much that he lost his ability to pound her. Craving that almost violent action, she found a way to keep meeting his strokes without lifting him off the floor. At fifty-six, it had been a long time since Dale had experienced multiple ejaculations in a short time. In fact, when he thought about it later, he was amazed that he had hardened again so quickly. The upshot was that the edge had definitely been taken off and he felt like he could keep fucking for a long time. After they had worked into the right rhythm, Dale asked "Phyllis ... can you ... come ... this way?" Just the fact that he remembered her name was exciting for her. "T ... takes ... long time. Don't ... worry... 'bout it." "Claire ... didn't ... not ... right. Got ... all night!" A moment later, he slid one hand between them and touched her clit. "Need ... help?" She grabbed his hand and placed it back on the floor. "Just ... fuck," she groaned out. Of course, the others were hovering around. After that exchange, there were fingers torturing both of Phyllis's nipples. A minute later, Claire's hand found Phyllis's anus and began circling and prodding. The whole session with Dale so far had broken new ground between the women. Just that realization helped greatly in building Phyllis's arousal, besides the sensations themselves. Predictably, it became a race between her lead time and his endurance. One thing that he had going for him was an almost maniacal determination not to fail this woman - any of these women. He could never shake the feeling that he had failed Caroline, and he could not, would not let it happen again. As a result, he was barely conscious, holding himself up and thrusting on sheer willpower, when she climaxed. Conscious or un, his prostate was able to respond on its own. Being in the phenomenal shape that she was, Phyllis was able to roll them to their sides when he was emptied. He would not even know it until a little later. Nor would he remember the awed exclamations from the other women. He remembered waking and feeling himself lifted and led to the shower area by more hands than he could count. It brought him more awake when he realized he was standing in front of a urinal, and a soft hand was aiming his penis for him. Surprisingly, he did have to urinate, and it just seemed natural and intimate to let his stream go. Soon, he was in the whirlpool. All of the time, there were bodies close by Brush teeth, drink of water with some kind of pill, lie down, cover up; he sleep-walked through it all, not certain what he did for himself and what was done for him. He vaguely sensed bodies pressed against him, hands holding his penis and his sac, other hands stroking his hair, a breast resting on his outstretched hand, and then nothing. The nothingness of deepest sleep was interrupted by warm wetness on his penis followed by the wonderful feeling of erection. Then there was the even more wonderful feeling of a hot, slippery vagina moving up and down on him. Another woman? He could not disappoint her either. He could not fail. Sit up, roll over, thrust, thrust, thrust. Full body, large breasts. Who? Oh, Nancy. No talking this time, just keep thrusting. A sense of other bodies close, again, helping their friend. Carried along by her orgasm again. How could he squirt any more? Hands almost carrying him again. Pee, whirlpool, some kind of drink - energy? Sure needed it. Pill? Bed again, bodies, close, lots of touching, sleep. Was it happening again, or was it a dream? Didn't care. Too wonderful to worry. Slender woman. Julie? Carole? Again? It was light? Carole. Don't fail her, either. Bodies helping, climax, helped to whirlpool, waking up. Returning from the shower area, very hungry, he saw three girls again, two different. They were setting up breakfast, and it smelled wonderful. Emma, the girl last night from his school, was there again, and something clicked in. Hurrying over to the girls, he let Emma introduce him. Inexplicably, he felt no embarrassment at all. Then, he asked "Emma, are you still singing?" "You remembered! You remembered!" Emma was fairly bouncing with happiness. "I'm sorry I didn't connect you last night. I was, uh, distracted, and you have changed into a beautiful young woman," he told her. "When I got away from home, I was able to get back in the school choir. You know that Lindsey Hall started Lindsey's right? Well, she came and sang with us at a concert. She chose me and another girl to do a trio with the choir backing us up. I couldn't believe it! Coming out of hell and ending up singing with Lindsey Hall!" "I'm so glad your life has gotten better. I don't remember that you had problems when you were in Terrace Heights school. You seemed like a normal, happy girl - one who could sing like an angel." "Oh, thank you. It ... it all fell apart in junior high. Drinking, drugs, abuse ... uh, you heard it last night. It's a miracle that I got away." Hearing the other two girls' stories was perhaps too sober a way to start the day, but Dale did not regret it. When they all dressed and cleaned up, Emma walked out holding Dale's hand tightly, ignoring the puzzled stares of club members waiting to get in for their delayed workouts. Just before Dale got in his car, Claire handed him a card. "You're spending tonight with me. I didn't get the full treatment that the others did." "But I was at least wide awake with you," he quipped, and they shared a laugh. ------- Saturday noon, while the gang was enthusing together over their new find, Dale was bracing himself to walk into his house. He had no idea what kind of mood Caroline would be in, angry, weepy, or irrational. She was subdued. "Did you really?" "I never asked you where you slept, did I?" "But you found out somehow, didn't you?" "So, you can find out, too," he retorted. She let out a sigh and her shoulders sagged. "Do you want a divorce?" "I never asked for one when you started sleeping around," was his answer. She just looked at him for quite a while, then "Are you just doing this to make a point? Are you trying to make me feel what it's like?" "I'm doing this because the opportunity came up and I'm tired of going without." "But you never had to go without!" she said in exasperation. "I never denied you. I even tried to start things lots of times." "I just got tired of mercy fucks," he declared. "They weren't! They weren't!" she almost screamed. "Look, we've been all over this," he told her. "I tried to share, even though it tore me up. I just couldn't do it any more." Her tears started to flow, but her voice was still soft, now a little pleading. "If I quit, will you? Can we be a couple again?" "No, Caroline. I just can't see having sex with you again. I've found respect, something you lost for me..." "No! That's not true! I never stopped respecting you!" "Your actions say differently," he said firmly. There followed another long silence, this time punctuated by her sniffles. "If ... if it's hopeless, why don't you want a divorce?" "Why should we each live on half for the rest of our lives?" "What kind of life is this, though?" she pled. "It's the kind you chose all those years ago," he almost snarled. "If you want a divorce, you'll have to file for it." He had had enough discussion. It was threatening to dampen the high from his wonderful night with the women. "I will probably be gone a lot of nights from now on. Tonight for sure." ------- Dale was suitably impressed by Claire's exquisitely decorated home and said so. "I guess if I was in a job where I could give Caroline something like this, I wouldn't be here, now. I think she feels like she deserves it." "But she knew what your career path was when she married you." "I read somewhere that most brides consider their husbands long-term projects," Dale noted. "Oh, that's cold - but true," Claire giggled. Then, in a serious vein, she told him "You're doing something honorable and meaningful, Dale. Never be ashamed because of what it doesn't allow you to have." "Oh, I'm not ashamed. We live pretty well. With my Ph. D., I'm not exactly working for minimum wage. Caroline makes good money, more than I do." She hugged him and then kissed him warmly. "How long had it been?" He knew what she meant. "A little over two years." "Is that when you found out?" "No. Like a fool, I took what I could get for almost a year. She ... really wanted to. Claire, it was just a strange situation." "Tell me a little more." "Well, I guess she had been seeing this one guy for about two months when I found out for sure. It was accidental, but there was no doubt. I could not initiate sex with her, I was so upset. About a week later, she kept asking me what was wrong, that I seemed subdued, upset. I kept denying it, rather than just having it out with her. "Finally, I decided that I had to tell her I knew, but I would do it my way. One night, she came on real strong in bed. I went along as I normally would, but when it came time to enter her, I stopped and put on a condom. "'Dale, what's wrong with you? You don't need that, ' she said. "'Having your tubes tied doesn't keep you from giving me an STD, ' I told her. "'Where would ... oh!' There was no anguished wail, no denials, no histrionics. She was just quiet for a long time. "'He's clean. I trust him. You don't have to worry, ' she finally said. Just the matter-of-fact way she talked about it should have sent me to another bedroom. I ... I was weak. "I did get a lick in, though. I told her 'Any man who fucks another man's wife is by definition not trustworthy. If you want sex with me, I wear a condom. "Claire, she helped me put it on! God help me, I did it with her. It's something I'll never live down." "Didn't she apologize, or anything. Didn't she promise to stop?" Claire asked. "I told you it was strange. No, she never did any of those things. Why did I keep having sex with her? Well, for one thing, I loved her, a lot. I always thought that I didn't really deserve to have her. She's nine years younger and really beautiful. The thought of being without her was more than I could handle. "At first, I was hoping that it would blow over. Later, it was like I was competing with the other guy. Apparently, she was not with him all that often. Our sex had been pretty frequent, and she wanted to keep that up." "Did you keep insisting on condoms?" "I guess that was the only guts I showed. Yes. I made her cry many times." "When did you end the sex with her?" "At what I figured was a little over a year into the affair, she started to change. Her desire for sex with me dropped off. I spent money I couldn't really afford on a PI, and he got proof of three men. The day I got the report, I moved my stuff to another bedroom." "Still love her?" "I try not to ask myself that question. Not enough to reconcile, if that's what you're worried about." "So what's next," Claire asked. "I don't know. I've told her that if she wants a divorce, she will have to initiate it. That's it for my so-called marriage. As far as tonight, I hope I can get it up again after last night. I want to make sure you get your share, too." ------- Back to their regular Sunday brunch schedule, Claire gave a more detailed report on Dale. "He's a good, caring, sensitive lover. The one problem I see is that his self-confidence has been badly wounded. It's all that keeps him from being an outstanding lover." "He didn't seem to be held back last night." "Exceptional circumstances," Claire offerd. "I suppose what the bitch has done to him explains the confidence hit," Nancy observed. "I think there are several factors," Claire explained. "Of course, her cheating is the first. He has never forgiven himself for putting up with it for most of a year and having sex with her. On top of that, he feels that he has failed her by not having a better paying job." "That's ridiculous," Julie declared. "She must have known his career plans when they married." "I think it's time to talk to Rebecca," Carole stated. "Can she work us in?" That evening, Rebecca did join them and listened to what they knew about Dale. "So, is your objective to repair their marriage, or what?" "He says that won't happen, and I believe him," Claire replied. "Our objective is to restore his self-confidence," Carole said. "That will make him a better lover for us and make him more content in wherever his life goes from here." "I take it you are open to, uh, unconventional approaches," Rebecca probed. "Conventional, unconventional, we don't care," Claire proclaimed. "Whatever it takes to get him to let loose and fuck like he thinks it's a privilege for us to have him." "Well, that's, uh, certainly a clear objective," Rebecca stammered. She looked questioningly at the others. "In her inimitable way," Julie picked up the cue, "Claire has stated it well. We aren't looking for charity cases for partners. We want them to feel like equals." "And the two brothers are like that?" "Definitely," and similar answers came from all of the gang. Rebecca opined. "Now, for Dale, embarrassment over his body isn't a problem, right?" "Well, he's actually a little underweight. He's not at all fit and toned, though," Phyllis said. "OK, then how about the confidence with people issue?" "I guess that's really not an issue," Carole admitted. "Then, other than Claire's perfectly valid reason, why try any 'nudity treatment' with Dale like you did for Alan? I don't think he fits the profile of Alan. You've already done a little with the girls at the club. Oh, by the way, picking a girl who came up form his school was brilliant. Anyway, he came through that just fine." Claire summed it up. "So, we just build his self-image by letting him fuck us cross-eyed, huh?" "That's ... probably your best approach. Oh, get him into top shape, too. That should really drive his wife nuts," Rebecca suggested. "Rebecca, don't be insulted, but how come you're not all for fixing Dale's marriage?" Phyllis asked. Letting out a big sigh, Rebecca answered "I guess lately I've acquired a different appreciation of when things are hopeless." ------- Again, by the Gang's mystical scheduling algorithm, Julie had Dale Tuesday night. She met him naked and just started taking off his clothes. It was encouraging to her when he quipped "You women are really fascinated with nudity, aren't you?" "Dale! What we're fascinated with is this," and she hefted his package. "We can only get at it when you're naked." Through the rest of the evening, through dinner and the workout that the Gang had insisted he must do, Julie had his penis or testicles in her hand whenever possible. While it was still too early to go to bed, she sat him down to watch some TV. That made it easier to keep him in her hand. It also allowed a little test. Lying on the sofa on her back so her she was over his lap, she took his hand and placed in on her crotch. As she continued to tease his now-hard cock, she hoped and hoped for him to return the favor. She could almost feel his uncertainty, although she could not really understand it. It took a few minutes, minutes that seemed like hours to Julie, before his fingers started exploring a bit timidly. Forgiving herself for overacting, Julie exaggerated her response to every new sensation that he gave her. Perhaps it was the unavoidable odor of her arousal, or perhaps the obvious flow of lubricant, but he started to get the idea that Julie was very much enjoying what he was doing. She had been scrupulously keeping her head turned toward the TV. When she sensed that he was trying to decide something, she turned to look at him. "Act like you own that, Lover. Tonight you do. Do anything you want with any part of me. I'll tell you if it's something I don't like, but I can't imagine what that would be." His cautious explorations had not been for lack of knowledge or desire. He just did not want to offend her. The change in his petting was not sudden, but she definitely felt her arousal building as he changed from just running his finger through her pubic hair and gently squeezing and pulling her labia to circling around her clit. As Claire had told them, he was attentive and considerate. When her breathing deepened and her squirming went beyond her control, he used his thumb and finger and began stroking upward on her clit as if on a tiny penis. More than just a nubbin, her clitoris had enough shape so he could almost grasp it. It was the same kind of focused sensation that Julie used when masturbating, except for her bottom warm against his thigh and his glans between her fingers. It was not a huge climax, but that was alright with her. She had barely stopped her tremors when she clamored onto his lap facing away from him, reached between her legs to grasp his shaft, and settled down onto him. The whole scene had been very arousing for him, and her teasing of his glans had brought him right to the edge. She managed to get both of his hands and put them on her breasts. Then, she concentrated on flexing her kegels as strongly as she could. In barely a minute, she literally milked an ejaculation out of him. Unashamedly rising off of him, clamping her hand over her dripping pussy and turning to him, she said "That was incredibly sweet and erotic. Come shower with me. Then, you can pound me into the mattress." In the morning as he was getting ready to leave, Julie told him "You are a naturally good lover. Just remember what I said. You own our bodies. Act like it." ------- Dale had decided that he would not spend two nights in a row away from home. There was no real rational basis for that decision, but somehow, he thought it kept up the illusion that he lived at home. After only two of the women, he had thoughts of just moving out and spreading clothes at the women's houses. He knew that was just daydreaming, though. The women did not want that kind of commitment. Caroline was home when he arrived, something that had not happened much recently. With just a look at him, her head dropped and her shoulders slumped. She had harbored the hope that his supposed assignations with other women were just a show to make a point. His expression convinced her that it was not play-acting. He wore that expression only after very satisfying sex. "I know of a good marriage counsellor," she said. "Can we please go and see him?" "The time for that was three years ago," he said in a neutral voice, "when I begged you to see someone. Why don't you just find a shrink for yourself. Maybe they could help you figure out why you decided to throw away what started out as a good marriage." "That's not what happened! That's not what happened! I tried to keep it so you weren't affected!" "Not affected? You know what the worst thing is? I humiliated myself by trying to save the marriage after I knew what you were doing. I will never get over the shame of being a willing cuckold. I don't feel like a real man, and it was all because I loved you too much. The first time I knowingly shared your pussy, I shamed myself forever. How could I ever have sex with you again with that knowledge?" "Then why don't you just divorce me?" "I'll leave that to you. And don't try adultery, either. I've got legally admissible proof of your adultery, so it won't fly. I'm willing to share an attorney if you want to do it the easy way." Dale had been much bolder about the divorce issue than ever before. So what if he had to find cheap living. If he could spend more nights with the women, what did he really need? ------- Chapter 5 "OK, I want to describe a man and get your reaction to including him," Carole started out at their brunch a few weeks after they 'recruited' Dale. "My sisters and I have not proven to be the world's best parents. One niece is being an unbelievable bitch. Her husband, Brad, was a major in Irag. He got caught by an IED, and like too damned many other men, he lost part of a leg. "My niece had already been messing around on him while he was gone, I found out. She had him served divorce papers as soon as he got to a stateside hospital." "Damn, that's cold!" Claire exclaimed. Then, back in her bawdy persona, she asked "Is this the young stud I've been begging for?" "To me, thirty-seven qualifies as young," Julie responded to a chorus of agreement. "What kind of man is he?" Nancy asked. "Much, much better than my niece ever deserved," Carole answered. "She was the cheerleader and he was the basketball star in high school. Once he got fitted with a decent prosthesis, Brad started getting into triathlons." "I've seen clips about guys like that on TV," Phyllis mentioned. "So, why hasn't some other woman picked him up. Sounds like he's plenty of man without the missing part of a leg." "That's my opinion," Carole agreed. "Mainly, he's not interested in trying marriage again, yet. He's got a good sales job that keeps him on the road quite a bit. There are two children that he tries to spend all the time he can with." "How do he and the ex get along?" "She avoids him - guilt, I think. There may be some regret there, too. It hasn't kept her out of other beds, though," Carole told them. "Guess we all have bad apples on the family tree," Nancy commiserated. "Some questions," Julie interjected. "The missing leg doesn't bother me one bit, but would he be interested in us old broads. Also, if he travels a lot and has kids, where would he find time for us?" "Good questions," Carole acknowledged. "I think Roger and Alan can be much more involved in our lives than just in bed. Dale has to keep up some semblance of a home life, unless the divorce happens. Brad's relationship might be more limited. He has to sleep when he's in town, so..." "Right to the good stuff," Claire giggled. "You see this as sort of a reclamation, don't you?" Julie asked. "Not really, but a sexual confidence builder, for sure." "How would we approach him?" Carole paused before speaking. "I know him, and we've always been pretty friendly. To tell the truth, I've always kind of had the hots for him." "No! You can't keep him for yourself!" Claire cried dramatically. "I don't intend to. Once I get him in bed, I'll let him know that it's a package deal. I think you should all get a chance to meet him first, though. Here's what I propose..." ------- Brad Welke tried not to let any hint of a limp show as he walked out of the security exit to the baggage claim area. He was proud of the fact that he could go long periods without people realizing that his lower left leg was mostly aluminum. He usually did not check any baggage, but this had been a three-nighter. It was also too late to go and see his daughter and son, thirteen and eleven. As he watched for his bag, he felt an arm go around his waist and a body press gently against his. He had a momentary thought that it was his ex trying to reunite. That was a never-ending dream of his, despite the way she had treated him. The smell was wrong, though, and he turned to see his ex's aunt, Carole Gruden smiling at him. "I'll bet a ride in a car instead of a shuttle bus and a home-cooked meal would be welcome tonight, wouldn't they?" Carole asked. After a moment of silent surprise, he grinned and nodded. "I have to apologize," Carole said as she drove home. "I should have seen a lot more of you. For a while, I was really tied up with leaving the brokerage. I know that's not a good excuse, but I'm retired now, so there is no excuse at all." "You're not obligated to watch out for me," he said. "Actually, you and others in her family have been wonderful." "No, I'm not obligated. We've always gotten on well, though, and I do feel the need to do what I can to offset what my stupid niece did." "I appreciate that," he told her. "Yes, I've always enjoyed the times we were together." "Good. You're staying the night, too, then," she said with a grin. "But I used up my clean clothes on the trip," he objected. "Washer; dryer; all the modern conveniences," she laughed. He put his head back and sighed. "Almost like having a wife again." "Oh, Brad, I didn't mean to dredge up any pain," she apologized. "No, no. That's my problem. Your offer is very thoughtful and I accept." Carole had a hot dinner warming and they ate immediately. Afterward, they got him settled in a guest room and started his laundry. Then, she took a deep breath and tried the first step of her plan. "Time for a hot tub before bed," she said matter-of-factly. "Carole, my leg," he reminded her. "Can you wear it in the tub, or do you need to take it off?" He just stared at her for a moment. "It really doesn't bother you, does it?" "Brad, unlike a lot of people, I realize that what you lost was for me. I'm grateful. Come on." "OK. I'll get my suit on." "I don't allow clothes in my hot tub." That earned her a longer stare. "Brad, I didn't think you could come through a war zone and still be body shy." "But, you..." "Oh, I'm too old to be body shy." Adding a giggle, she said "Any way I can get a man to look at me naked is a thrill. Why don't you undress right there in the powder room." Literally throwing off her clothes, she made sure that she was waiting when he came out of the powder room. She knew this was playing a little dirty, but 'all's fair in love and war', and this was definitely not war. He stopped in the doorway and just stared at her. "God, Carole! You don't have any trouble getting a man to look at you. And the thrill is mine." "Why, you sweet talker, you," she exclaimed. He would never know how tediously she had trimmed, oiled, and powdered before heading to the airport. He would never again see her looking so perfect. Actually, none of the Gang liked the idea of trying to cover up, but an exceptional first impression in this case was deemed wise. She looked at his penis just enough to detect some movement, then scrupulously looked away. It was working. She could tell he was expecting to wear a robe out to the tub, but she just carried two big towels and led them out bare-assed. She was determined to follow the plan and not touch on anything sexual that time. She stuck to it, but barely. His body was in wonderful shape and his penis was decent sized. She had thought of ways to get the picture that Claire was clamoring for, but decided it was too risky. He waited until they were submerged to say "Carole, please don't be offended, but I thought you were nearing sixty. You can't be, the way you look." "Brad, what woman could ever be offended by a compliment about her body? Thank you, but I am indeed fifty-eight." That started a discussion of how she retired and what she was doing now. It was well past the recommended soak time when they left the tub. He understood it as a challenge when she toweled down by the tub, but did not wrap the towel around herself. He met the challenge, vowing to take precautions if he ever ended up at Carole's again. It seemed likely that this was not a one-time deal. He hoped not. The next morning, Brad wanted to go and see his kids, so she took him back to his apartment to get his car after breakfast. "Can I do this, Brad? Can I bring you home every time you come back to town? I really enjoy your company." That was a key point in the plan. "Wow! How can I say 'no' to that? Coming home to that lonely apartment is the one really bad part of my job. Thank you, Carole." ------- He was in a time where he flew at least once a week. Over the next three weeks, the other four women all managed to drop in for one contrived reason or another while he was there. The various conversations were always lively, and Carole got universal 'thumbs up' signals from her friends as they left. The fifth trip was the next major step. Julie was there for the late dinner, and when it was over, Carole asked "Julie, can you stay and hot tub with us?" "Is that OK with you, Brad?" Julie asked innocently. "I don't want to embarrass you." That was a dirty play, of course, and Brad was trapped. Despite their age, Carole and Julie had excellent figures and they presented a challenge to Brad's control. He managed, but barely. When Julie had left and they had gone to bed, Carole timed her move carefully. Standing silently outside his door, she listened for evidence of rhythmic motion, then slipped in as quietly as she could. He heard her come in and saw in the dim light that she was naked. Before he could say anything, she had her hand under the covers and around his cock that he had already stroked to hardness. "It would be an absolute crime to waste what you were about to shoot out," she said. "Carole!" Ignoring the implied objection, she asked "Have you had sex with anyone since the breakup?" "N ... no, but..." "Good. We won't need a condom, then. I'm guessing that you haven't had a chance to work on what positions work best with your leg. There will be time for that later. For this first time, just stay on your back." Not waiting for any comment from him, she straddled him and worked herself down on him. "God, Carole! I can't ... oh, shit!" It was that fast. Given that he had started masturbating before she came in, tubbing with the two of them naked was kind of dirty pool, and it had been a long time, she was not surprised. He, however, was chagrined. "Damn! I haven't gone off that quickly since I was a teenager." "Don't worry, we'll get you hard again for my turn," Julie said and bent over to kiss him warmly. "Whaaat!" Julie had returned to the house and brought a wet rag and a couple of towels with her into the bedroom. Carole got off of him and jammed one towel between her legs before cleaning him up. Gently, she asked "Do you want to put your leg back on, our can we just help you hop to the master bedroom?" "That sure wouldn't be very impressive foreplay," he said rather glumly as he swung around and sat up on the edge of the bed. In a flash, Julie was on the bed behind him, arms and legs wrapped around him. Carole was on her knees in front of him, fondling his already reviving cock. "Brad, Honey, I have been reminded what a great guy you are. What you lost is just reality. It doesn't change who you really are and how I feel about you - how WE feel about you. Julie and I are both going to enjoy you tonight, and my bed is bigger. We're not exactly frail little weaklings. We're going to help you to the other bed, then we're going to fuck your brains out. You are going to feel no shame just because you have to lean on us and hop. You are going to feel proud of that beauty sticking out in front." The encounter had been roughly planned out. In Carole's bed, they got him on his back and Julie mounted him while Carole went to wash and douche. When she returned, she squatted right over Brad's face. He did not hesitate a moment, raising his head with tongue extended to meet her. The women did not really care about their own pleasure for that night, but Brad did. He was not content to just let it be a get-acquainted and orientation night. Pulling Carole down so her pussy was pressed to his mouth, he proceeded to show her that there would be plenty of enthusiastic oral attention in store for the women. Carole was pleasantly surprised to have a very nice orgasm. While she was recovering, she felt Brad's body start jerking and she heard a series of whimpers and groans from Julie. Quickly, the women had done a minimal cleanup In the dim early light, Carole laid out the proposal. "Brad, you may not ever again have to spend a night in town alone. My four friends and I would be honored to share our beds with you whenever you are home. If you can get past our aging bodies, we will do our best to leave you satisfied." "Aging bodies? I think what I heard about women's sexual peaks was decades too early. My stump won't be a negative to the others?" "No problem at all. You're a fine lover and we can feel the respect and the desire to please us. That's what we're all looking for. You may have guessed that you won't be the only man we share. You're way younger than the others, though, and your stamina is like a gift." He was quiet for a while, then told her "I have to tell you that I have never given up hope for reconciliation." "You'd take her back after all of her running around?" "A lot of it was after I was wounded. I can sort of discount that to the shock of it to her." "I guess you really do love her," Carole commented. "Brad, if that miracle happens, we'll say goodbye with our sincere blessings and thanks for the loving you will give us." ------- Brad had met Phyllis and Claire at Carole's when they had 'dropped in' while he was there. Thus, he recognized them when they each grabbed an arm and pulled close in a dual replay of Carole's first greeting to him. He was just leaving the security exit with his carry-on bag when they caught up with him. Just the thought that perhaps he would be making love to the two of them that night erased his travel weariness and started sending blood Southward. They had parked in the close in short term area, not even asking him if the walk was a problem. When they reached Phyllis's SUV and had put his bag in the cargo area, Claire looked around with just a trace of nervousness, moved to the rear door on the passenger's side, and whipped off the wrap skirt which had no panties underneath it. "Care to join me in the back seat, Soldier?" She vamped. It took a few seconds before he could even grin. It did not take that long for his penis to react, though. Seeing that he was not reacting quickly enough and more nervous than she would ever admit about her exposure, Claire reached for the door to get into the car. Phyllis had mischievously locked it again. "Phyllis! Unlock the door!" Claire called out, trying to keep the volume down. It was late evening, so there were not a lot of people moving around. Still there was a couple coming toward the terminal that Claire must not have noticed. Finally catching on to Phyllis's trick, Brad snatched the skirt from Claire's hand before she could react. Phyllis was making a dramatic show of gazing all around the ceiling of the parking structure, anywhere but at Claire. About then, Claire noticed the approaching couple, only a few cars away. She reached for the skirt, but Brad pulled it away and backed up until he was beyond the back of the SUV just a little. Claire could not follow him there for fear of moving right into the approaching couple's view. Brad looked over the SUV at Phyllis and decided that she was not going to relent in time. As Claire looked frantically toward the front of the vehicle to see if she could stay out of sight that way, he decided it was time to help her out. "Here," he told her and held out the spread open skirt at about waist level. When she reached for the ends as if to wrap it around herself, he chided "Huh, uh. Just stand still and they won't see you." Just as the couple passed, Phyllis called out "For God's sake, Claire! Either get in the car or cover your pussy." "Very funny," Claire retorted. Brad let Claire into the back seat. Before he could shut her door, she grabbed him and pulled him in behind herself. When they were all in the car, she sputtered "Phyllis, what were you doing? That was ... that was..." " ... the best foreplay you've had in a long time," Phyllis finished with a laugh. Claire froze with her eyes wide and her mouth open in surprise. Then, she slid a hand down over her pussy. Finding plentiful moisture there, she let out a little whimper. She literally dove toward Brad and began undoing his trousers. It did not take long to detect the bulge there, and she said "Oh, goody!" in a girlish squeal. Brad assumed that she intended to give him a hand job or maybe a blowjob. He was surprised when she got him unbuckled, unzipped, grabbed his trousers and shorts at the waist and ordered "Raise your butt!" "Uh, Claire ... what... ?" "Do you want a big dry cleaning bill?" What do you do when a bare-assed women is trying to depants you in the back seat of a car in a public place? Well, when the woman exudes Claire's sexual force; when the windows of the SUV are extra dark; when you've been thinking for a week about the promise of no more nights alone; you do what the woman asks. Thinking ahead a little, Brad somehow wriggled out of his suit coat at the same time. Fairly quivering in anticipation of Claire's hands or mouth on his cock, she totally blew him away. With her back to him, she straddled him, reached between her legs, and guided his cock into herself. As shocked as he was, Brad happened to glance at Phyllis. She was turned around in the driver's seat, her amazed expression mirroring his own. He would later figure out that Claire was freelancing. This was not something they had plotted out together. "Um, Guys," Phyllis said, her voice a little shaky. "Could you cover up until we're past the pay booth? I don't want to have to explain to the cops." Claire was starting a little circular motion and some back and forth. She probably did not hear Phyllis. Brad did. He took Claire's opened skirt and spread it over their laps. Shaking her head and chuckling, Phyllis pulled out and headed for the pay booth. When they got close, she said loudly "Claire! Claire! Hold still. It's too obvious. Once we get on the road, you can fuck your heart out." With a little whimper of complaint, Claire stopped her gyrations. The stop was temporary. As soon as they cleared the airport exit, Claire started moving against Brad in earnest. He was sitting right behind the passenger seat. She leaned forward, grabbed the headrest, and let her feelings out vocally. Brad threw the skirt to the side and began returning her thrusts. Phyllis may not have been involved in any plan, but Claire definitely had a plan. There were towels in a bag on the floor of the back seat for cleaning up. Brad lasted for almost five minutes before he unloaded into her. She did not come, nor did she expect to. Just the feelings were as much as she had hoped for. One unexpected feeling was especially exciting. As their fucking built up, Brad grabbed her by both hips. His hands were so large and so strong that it felt like he could encircle her well below her waist. He was able to move his hands around so his fingers tickled her pubic hair maddeningly, but he still had enough grasp to push and pull her back and forth. After he came, Claire stayed in place until he started to soften. She would have liked to work him up again, but that would not be fair to Phyllis. Holding one towel between her legs, she gently wiped him off and helped him get his shorts and trousers back up. When she reached for her skirt, he grabbed it first and threw it into the cargo area. "With an ass like yours, I want it bare whenever I'm with you." "But, Brad..." Before she could finish her protest, he slid to the center of the seat and got her across his lap, face down. He began caressing and kneading her ass cheeks. She was in heaven, but had enough awareness to get a towel under her to protect his suit pants. That was a good thing, because shortly, the towel between her legs was gone. He got her legs as far apart as he could and ran his hand down over her dripping pussy until his long middle finger reached her clit. Brad did not know how many orgasms he gave Claire before they pulled into Phyllis's garage. Since she was barely conscious, she had even less idea. He ended up half carrying Claire into the house, a little concerned about what Phyllis's attitude might be. She had not given anything away either en route or when they arrived. In the kitchen, he got Claire seated on a chair. No sooner had he turned from seating Claire when Phyllis enfolded him in a hug and kissed him hotly. That answered the question about her attitude. As had every man privileged to experience it, Brad was impressed by the ease with which Phyllis casually dropped her clothes in front of him. Even more impressive, though, was her body. When she turned away from him to shed her panties and lay them on a chair, he thought his eyes would pop out. Although completely different, her ass was just as spectacular as Claire's. Of course when she turned back to face him, he saw her bare, fat, smooth, tightly closed, perfectly formed pussy lips for the first time. Removing his underwear became a bit of a challenge. Phyllis had a nice meal ready to heat up quickly, which she insisted they not dress for. Then it was on to bed and her turn. ------- Sometimes Carole wished that someone else could be the Gang's de facto leader. That was especially true in cases of potential controversy. Dale's phone call certainly looked like the start of some stressful times. "I think Caroline was following as I headed toward Claire's house," Dale had told Carole on the phone. "I called Claire to let her know I wouldn't be there right away. I'm not sure what I should do." "I'm afraid tonight may not be as good as we had hoped for all of us. We need a meeting of the whole Gang. Find a way to call me after nine o'clock," Carole instructed him. When the women had all assembled and heard what was happening, Julie asked "Isn't this Dale's problem?" "Uh, Julie, how widely do you want it known that Dale is spending nights with you?" Phyllis asked gently. "Oh. You know, we can't really expect our arrangement to be a secret. Quite a few people already know," Julie answered. Claire, perhaps even more than the others, had developed a real love for Dale. "Maybe it's time that we help him get out of that mess of a marriage. Let her follow him to where we are all together. We can tell her the facts of life, tan her stupid ass, scratch her eyes out, whatever. He's just too nice a guy for any bitch to do what she did." "It sounds like she may be realizing that about now," Nancy offered. "Yeah, well tough shit," Claire said forcefully. "He's ours, and we ain't giving him back." "That's his decision, Hon," Carole counseled, aware of Claire's feelings for Dale. "He wouldn't be the man we'd have if he let us decide that. We respect him too much to try to decide for him." "So, we meet with her and leave him out of if. Woman to woman is always the best way to solve the world's fuck-ups," Claired declared. "But this time, it's a woman who fucked up," Julie pointed out with a chuckle at Claire's vehemence. "Claire's idea is actually a good one," Phyllis mused out loud. "At least the bitch would know exactly what she is up against. If the odds look too bad, maybe she'll do the right thing." There was quite a bit of comment on that idea before Carole suggested "Five of us would be too many. How about just Claire and Phyllis?" Claire objected "Nancy should be there. Imagine the impact: Nancy is sitting in the tub with those boobs floating and uses the voice she used that day at the mall." That brought a gasp from Nancy, laughs from the others, then general agreement. It was Phyllis who said "I think two is the right number. Let it be Claire and Nancy." "Yeah, the big boob, small boob team should really shake up the bitch," Claire joked. ------- Nancy was very reluctant at first, but when it was all explained, she switched to eager. It was another chance to play-act, and that seemed to be a time when any shyness or modesty completely left her. Dale did his part to ensure that Caroline followed him. From that point, there had to be contingencies. Would she just wait in her car and watch, or would she come to the door? If she came to the door, would she be contrite, distraught, or in a rage? The plan was for Dale to be the lookout while the women waited in the hot tub. After much discussion, it was decided that nudity should be used to put Caroline off balance. He came hurrying out to tell the women "She's coming to the door. She's walking like someone ran over her dog." Nancy got out and purposely did not dry off, nor did she cover herself in any way. Were it not for the play-acting, she probably would not have been able to do that. When the front door of the house opened in response to her ringing the doorbell, Caroline got a double whammy. Already looking like she was very down, the sight of the naked, dripping, voluptuous woman had to be a shock. The implications of what Dale was doing there were unmistakable. Then, she heard the voice from the mall, a voice that had sounded in numerous nightmares over the past few months. "Ah, Mrs. Wakefield. Please come in," Nancy said in her 'mall voice', then turned and walked into the room. That was enough of a shocker, so she turned back to face the stunned Caroline and said in her normal voice "I told you that if we ever met again you would never recognize me. If you want to talk, we're out in the hot tub." "Is Dale there, too?" "He was, but when he realized you were coming, he thought it best to be elsewhere?" "Why? I want to talk to him." "Well, he was naked," Nancy said in that special tone women use so well to emphasize the stupidity of the other person's comment. "He wouldn't want you to see him that way." "But ... but we're married!" Caroline exclaimed, already wondering why she was there. Nancy just stared at Caroline for several seconds before telling her "If you want to talk about anything, come out to the hot tub." With that, she walked away. As the Gang had planned, Caroline was in a very daunting situation. As she stepped uncertainly through the patio door, she was faced with Claire and Nancy in the hot tub staring at her, their expressions not at all welcoming. Even in her addled state, she could sense real hatred coming from the one woman, not the one from the mall. Her intuition automatically identified the reason as some very strong feelings by that woman for her husband. Her husband; how much longer would that be true? Why had she even bothered to follow him? When Dale had turned around Caroline's last plea for counseling and angrily suggested that she see a shrink for herself, she had actually done it. It had been a very enlightening but terribly discouraging experience. Of course, the psychiatrist would never say such things, but Caroline had been left with a clear view of herself as an incredibly selfish slut with zero understanding or appreciation of the male psyche. By the end of the series of sessions, the therapist had probed very carefully for any signs of suicide potential. Caroline's depression and self-loathing had gotten that bad. Now, she felt compelled to at least try to get Dale back. He had told her, and the therapist had warned her that there was very little chance for her. Still, she could not just walk away. It was that desperate longing that allowed her to put one foot in front of the other and move toward those unwelcoming looks. Reaching the hot tub, Caroline was faced with another decision. Did they expect her to strip and get into the tub? Somehow, it did not seem right to stand so far above them and try to talk. Making a quick decision, she sat cross-legged facing them, just a little back from the tub edge. It took several seconds before it was obvious to her that they were not going to speak first. "I ... I didn't know ... didn't think ... two of you?" "Why did that surprise you?" Nancy asked in an even voice. "Well, it's not ... it's just..." " ... what you did?" Claire snapped. Caroline sagged as if she had been punched. "Why does everything get turned around to what I did?" she pled, almost crying. "If you had not done what you did, you would not be here, would you?" Nancy answered. "Is he just doing this to make a point? Is that all this is?" "Hell, no!" Claire spat out. "We were looking for a good man, and we found him. We're damn glad we did!" "But, he's married? How can you steal someone's husband?" "I guess your affairs were all with single men, huh?" Claire asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Nancy added "We wanted nothing to do with married men. However, we heard so much about him that we checked him out. When we found out that it was a marriage in name only, we..." "No, it wasn't! I love him! I've always loved him!" Caroline almost shouted. Nancy was the only one who could speak softly at that point. "It's too bad that the two of you didn't make sure you had the same definitions of love when you married." It seemed impossible, but Caroline slumped even further. Her therapist had said almost the same thing. "We did. I just ... I was stupid. I was cruel! I was a slut! OK? I completely screwed up!" "If you realize that, why are you here?" Claire asked in a very mild voice. "I'm just hoping there's enough love left that he can forgive me," Caroline said, barely above a whisper. "Love can be killed, you know." "I saw a therapist. She told me that." "Don't you think the way you treated him has killed his love? For a man, humiliation and disrespect are deadly for love," Nancy stated. Caroline was quiet for a while. "So, this is not just for revenge? You two, I mean." "Five." Nancy said. There had been a lively debate about how much to reveal about the relationships. Disclosure had won out. None of them were ashamed of what they were doing. "Five what?" "There are five of us who spend time with Dale." Part of the reason for deciding to tell her was that all agreed it would hurt her. It certainly did. "Five," Caroline murmured softly, then "God! I don't have a chance, do I?" "I believe," Nancy said, "the last chance you had was the day he put the first condom on." She waited for Caroline's stunned look to degenerate into tears. "Even when he was still having sex with you, it was probably too late." "I don't understand that," Caroline complained. "I'm sure you don't. And that is why you've lost him." Feeling physically ill with the finality of the last statement, Caroline wanted desperately to be away from there. She just was not able to get to her feet. She was very surprised when the two women got out of the pool, dried off quickly, and helped her to her feet. As they walked back to the house, Nancy said "Mrs. Wakefield, no one thinks you are a bad person. You just made some very bad mistakes, then compounded the mistakes by not trying to correct them and get forgiveness. Yes, we sought out Dale, but believe me, we made very, very sure that there was no chance for reconciliation before we had sex with him." As if Caroline could be made to feel any worse, Nancy said "Let's get dressed, Claire. I'll drive her car and you can bring me back home." Dale had apparently been listening. "I'll drive Caroline, Nancy. Follow me in about fifteen minutes." They were halfway home before anyone spoke. Caroline told him "I don't know how to tell you how terribly sorry I am, Dale." "I'm sure you are, Caroline. I'm sorry for the way I responded, too. Do you want a divorce, now?" "Dale, I know this makes no sense, but I can't just end it." That was all of the conversation. He waited outside the house for Nancy to pick him up. ------- "Do we look for another man or two?" Carole asked at a Sunday brunch just after "You can never have too many cocks around." That, of course, was from Claire. "I'm finding that a really good session a couple times a week or so leaves me pretty satisfied," Phyllis offered, with Julie and Nancy agreeing. "The only problem we have is all of Brad's travel," Nancy offered. "Still, I don't think we are overworking them." Becoming serious, Claire said "Let's only consider someone else if the perfect person falls right in our laps." Everyone thought that was the best solution. "Now, Carole, what has the travel agent found for another nude resort. I really think it should be in the Caribbean again. We've only got those three times when all four men can get free." [I have many follow-on chapters written. They introduce some... 'edgier' ... subjects and situations. If reaction to this first segment is not good, I will just keep the rest for my own enjoyment.] ------- Chapter 6 As she closed her laptop, Carole let out a contented sigh. She had just closed the week with gains for herself and her friends that few investors saw in a month. That was certainly satisfying. The year since her retirement had been a very, very good one, even if it had started a bit slowly. The building of the Gang's 'stable' of men had been fulfilling in more ways than just the great sex the Gang and the men all enjoyed. The project of getting Alan his captaincy and rebuilding his health had energized all of them. Dale had been somewhat of a project, too, and at least emotionally, he hardly seemed like the same man. There was just one problem for Carole; the projects had been so fulfilling that she found herself yearning for more of them. One of the things the Gang of Five all did for each other was to encourage discipline and consistency in their daily lives. For Carole, that meant that her workout time came right after the trading day closed. In fact, it had become her habit to wear shorts and sports bra for at least the after lunch activity online. Today, she had shut down early, knowing that there would be no more trades for the week. Of course, most days went by without any actual trades for any of her 'funds'. She filled the time with research while keeping one eye on the indices and the list of some thirty securities that comprised the six funds. The research could have been done any time, but to Carole, keeping some semblance of a 'work day' suited her best. Rather than heading for the shower as she ordinarily would, she shed the shorts and T-shirt that she worked out in and donned a sweatsuit. Although it was bright and sunny, there was a definite chill in the air. There were lots of tasks to be done to get her nice yard ready for the warm season. She would call a landscaping company to do it for her. It was only the end of March, but for some reason, the grass had started growing extremely early and she decided to try her hand at mowing. She had done it before and the mower was of good quality and self-propelled. Mechanical skill was not one of her bragging points, but anyone could run a lawn mower. It would not start. In frustration, she gave the starter cord a mighty yank, the only result being her loss of balance. Able to barely keep from falling, she stepped backwards, flailing her arms. The result might have been no more than an awkward moment except for a sprinkler head. It was recessed, and the natural buildup of turf over time had left a hole big enough to catch her foot. When she hit the hole, she felt instant pain from a twist of her ankle. Her balance gone, she fell heavily on the asphalt of her driveway, taking the brunt on her hip and one elbow. There was no way she could stifle her cry of alarm, followed by a moan from the pain. ------- It was a gorgeous Friday afternoon, one of several really nice days in this warmer than usual spring. Because he often preferred the mile-and-a-half walk home to a bus or bike ride, Sean had passed the house many times. This was the first time he had seen anyone in the yard, though. A woman, clad in sweats, was trying to start a lawn mower. Apparently in anger and frustration, she gave the starter cord an extra hard pull. The only result was her staggering backward, then falling over on her side on the driveway. Hearing an obvious cry of pain, Sean fumbled with the latch on the gate in the fence that surrounded the yard, then hurried over to the woman. He had always thought that asking 'Are you all right' in situations like this was stupid in the extreme. Instead, he set down his backpack and knelt beside the prone woman. "Do you think I should call 911 for you?" he asked. The woman just looked at him for a moment, her facing showing her pain. "Should I know you? Are you a neighbor?" the woman asked. "Not a close neighbor," Sean answered. "I live about a half mile away, and I like to walk home from school on nice days. My name is Sean Massey. I'm a sophomore in high school. I'm fourteen and I'm an only child. I like computers and I'm on the wrestling team." "Well, Sean, I don't think I need medical help, but I could use a good, strong wrestler to help me into the house." "Did you hurt your hip?" "Some, but I think that's just a bruise. It's my ankle. I really twisted it. By the way, my name is Carole Gruden. Let's skip the age stuff, OK? How about you use some of those wrestling muscles to help me sit up, first." Carole groaned loudly with the effort, but it didn't take long before she was sitting. She prodded her bruised hip and decided there was nothing really wrong. "I doubt if I can walk, Sean." "Well, if I get your arm over my shoulder, maybe you can sort of hop on one leg," he suggested. "Maybe ... I might be able to just carry you. You're not very big. I'm afraid I might stumble or drop you, though." "First, let's see if I can stand up," she decided. After a couple of awkward, abortive tries, he got behind her with his arms under hers. As he hauled her up, his arms brushed her breasts, making him gasp. When she was upright on one leg, leaning heavily on him, she said gently "Don't be embarrassed, Sean. My breasts are just part of me. I know it just happened while you were helping me. I'm not at all bothered." She stood for a couple of minutes, breathing deeply, before she tried to put weight on the injured ankle. She gasped and sagged against him. "Th ... that's not going to work. Damn! I don't want to be laid up." Sean appraised her carefully. She was several inches shorter than his 5' 10" and quite slender. Impulsively, he told her "Hold on. We may have to do this in a couple of shots." Her arm was already around his shoulder and his around her back. He bent down a little and with the other arm under her thighs, he lifted her and walked as quickly as he could to her little porch. There, he had to set her down with her bottom resting on a railing and a post for her to hang onto. His muscles were definitely complaining, but he also did not know if the door was locked. She had made no noise as he was carrying her, perhaps through fear of causing him to stumble. She gave a little groan when he set her down, then said "Wow! You ARE strong. The door isn't locked, but it won't stay open by itself. Get it so it isn't latched, then we can push it open when you're ready to lift me again." It took two or three minutes before Sean felt ready. When he picked her up again, it was quite awkward getting them through the door, and he had to set her down again, this time on a bench in the entryway. "Sorry," he panted. "Sorry? Nonsense. I can't believe you can just lift me like that." It must have been the combination of pain, embarrassment, and frustration, but Carole's bladder was suddenly complaining strongly. "Um, I really have to go to the bathroom, so can you take me there?" "Sure. In a minute." Minutes later, when he stood her in front of the toilet, he turned to walk out. "Sean, I'm sorry. I ... I just can't sit down by myself. Please! I can't hold it much longer." As he went back in, he saw her sweatpants and her panties pushed down around her knees and a panicked look on her face. Forcing himself not to look where his eyes were drawn but at her strained expression, he eased her down and turned to leave again. Her stream hissed loudly into the bowl before he was out the door. While waiting outside the bathroom door, he heard sounds of her wiping herself, then a groan and the toilet flushing. "Did you hurt yourself?" he called out. "Sean, please come in here." When he was in front of her, she told him "When I twisted to reach to the flush handle, it really hurt my hip." "Why didn't you let me do it?" "Well, I'm bare-assed here, and..." "Uh, Carole, don't you think you should have a doctor check you?" "I really don't think I am injured badly enough for that. I just hate being so helpless!" "Is there a friend who could help you?" "Oh, I've got some really close friends. In fact, let me call Phyllis. She'll know if anything is broken. I need to get to my chair and get some ice on this, first. If only I could..." She tried to raise herself enough to pull her panties up, but only generated another groan. "Shit! Sean, you're so strong. You seem to be a very nice, respectful young man. Can you stand seeing some parts of me that are usually covered?" "I ... I ... what do you need me to do?" "Take my shoes and socks, my sweats, and my panties off, please. I just can't bend over to do it." His hands were shaking a little as he complied, again trying not to stare at the fur patch just visible between her closed thighs. When he was done, she told him "See that robe on the back of the door? Help me stand up, then bring me the robe. Can you do that?" Finally able to think about something besides her pain, Carole was noticing just how shy, even fearful Sean seemed. In spite of that, though, he was completely respectful and very concerned about her well-being. She could not help liking the boy. She certainly could minimize how much of her he saw, but nudity was no problem for her any longer. The only question was how it would affect him. She would see what he was really like. As he helped her stand, he again looked pointedly at her face. This time, she was able to give him a small smile between grimaces. When she was standing, he turned to fetch the robe. As he turned back with it, she was just shedding her bra, everything else now in a pile on the floor. She saw the shock on his face, quickly followed by a bright blush. As much as he was obviously trying to look only at her face, his eyes had to dart downward a few times to her breasts. For her part, she refrained from checking out the bulge that she was certain strained his pants. Showing remarkable self-control, he held out the robe for her to slip on. When he picked her up, she felt so different. Knowing that she only wore the robe did not help. There was nothing he could do about his erection until he stood her up in front of the recliner in her bedroom. As he eased her to a sitting position, he could see her look right at his bulge, and he almost dropped her. He quickly turned away, but she said his name softly and asked him to look at her. "It's alright. It's just natural and you can't help it. I'm not offended or upset, OK?" "Um, but I shouldn't get ... I'm not supposed to..." "Does your mother get after you when you get hard?" Unable to believe the conversation, he wished he could just get out of there. He could not leave the woman practically helpless, though. "Um, yeah. She..." Sensing that it was not a good line of conversation, Carole interrupted to say "Ohhh, I really need some Ibuprofen and some ice on this." She proceeded to tell Sean where to get everything and how to make up an ice pack. When she was all set up, she asked for the phone so she could call her friend Phyllis. "I'll go take care of your lawn," he offered. "But it wouldn't start," she cautioned. "Is it the first time you tried this year?" "Yes, it is." "I think I can get it going. Where would I find some tools?" Carole had been talking to her friend for barely ten minutes when she heard the mower start up and she exclaimed in amazement to Phyllis. By the time Sean finished the yard and stowed the mower in the garage, there was an SUV parked out front and he assumed Carol's friend was there. When he came into the house, he met Phyllis, who was sitting on Carol's bed chatting with her. She seemed to be the about the same age as Carole, although he was not good at guessing that age. There was little resemblance between the two women, as Phyllis was both taller and heavier built. At first, Phyllis just looked at him with a quizzical grin. Unable to stand it, Sean finally said "I guess Carole has been giving you a blow by blow, huh?" Phyllis grabbed Sean, pulled him down on the bed beside her, and somehow hugged his face to her substantial bosom. "Can I adopt you?" were the first words she said to him. The women were giggling, but Carole stopped when she saw Sean's face. Noticing her friend's change of demeanor, Phyllis pushed back from the hug and with her hand under his chin, raised his face to stare at him. "Nice to meet you, Phyllis. That was some kind of hello," he said, trying to cover his reaction to the adoption comment. The women shared a look, then Carole said "Phyllis brought me some crutches. That means no one has to carry me. I'll still need help getting up and down, though." "There is nothing broken and the ankle is just twisted, not really sprained. In a few days, she will be as good as new," Phyllis announced. "Of course, it hurts like hell right now. And I have an appointment for which I'm late. I'm sorry, Carole. Can you get Nancy or someone to help you out?" "I'll manage, I'm sure, Phyllis. Thanks so much for checking me out. It's a relief to know that it's not bad. Sure couldn't tell from the way it felt." When Phyllis had left, Carole explained "Phyllis was an athletic trainer and she owns some health clubs. She's supposedly retired like the rest of us, but you would hardly know it sometimes. Let me call Nancy and see if she can come over this evening." Sean could tell that the response from Nancy was negative, and Carole explained "Nancy was just leaving to babysit for her niece. There is no way she can find a replacement this late. Is there any chance you could stay with me this evening? Nancy can come over when her niece gets home and stay the night. I'll be happy to pay you." "No need to pay me. I need to be home for dinner, but I'm supposed to be away from the house tonight anyway. My parents have their group of friends coming over." "Away from the house? Where were you going to go?" Carole asked "I'm supposed to be staying overnight with a friend. I'll just show up there late." "Would your parents know if you just stayed here overnight, instead?" "Not likely. Their parties last forever and they have never called. It's funny. Usually, they watch me like a hawk, but not on their party nights," Sean explained. "Sure. I can stay over. I'll let my friend know I won't be there. Will you be all right when I go home for dinner? I really have to be there." "I'll be fine. Let me know when you'll be back and I'll order in something for me," she told him. "I can get you some dinner," Sean insisted "You cook, too?" Carole exclaimed in genuine amazement. "I'm trumping Phyllis's adoption offer. Will you marry me?" As Carole chuckled, she heard Sean say softly but seriously "Too bad. I liked that adoption idea." "They want me gone by seven thirty, but I could get here before seven," he informed her, hoping his previous comment had not been heard. When Sean had left, Carole had a lot to think about. She really liked the young man and she could tell that he had his share of problems, mostly his parents. Because of her fascination with the Transformations idea, Carole had dug up anything she could find about it. One of the claims made was that a period of nudity in the presence of the opposite sex helped to build the subject's self-confidence by greatly reducing concerns about their body. During the past year, she had certainly seen proof that the theory worked. Sean seemed to need some confidence building. He had a very nice body, from what she could see. She had been looking for something 'significant' to do. She wondered... ------- Sean had helped Carole to the kitchen where she supervised as he prepared soup, salad, and sandwiches. As she sat and ate, Sean said "This house seems a lot nicer than others in this neighborhood." "Well, it was built at the same time as the others and it's not the biggest model. It has had a lot of work done on it, though." "Did you buy it new?" "Yes. I've lived here for thirty years. Is your parents' house nice." Sean grimaced a little. "It's over on the golf course. My mother reads all these magazines and she's always changing something or buying some new furniture. I know she's, uh, irritated that we don't have the most expensive one on the course. They really love the location, though, so she makes up for it with landscaping and inside stuff." "Do you take care of the landscaping?" "Wish I could and get paid for it," Sean grumped. "It doesn't look right if the landscaper's truck isn't out front every few days. Having your son do the lawn isn't ritzy enough." Carole was wondering if she could find anything to talk about that did not produce negative comments about his parents. She was getting weary from the pain, so she had him help her back to her chair, get her more pills, and ice her ankle again. She invited him to watch TV with her, and coaxed him to sit on the floor, leaning against the front of her recliner between her spread legs. He felt embarrassed and uneasy, but when she started running her fingers thru his hair, it occurred to him that she was probably lonely for some companionship. From their conversation so far, he thought that she was a very nice, very bright lady who seemed to be genuinely interested in him. Sean could not help comparing Carole to his grandmothers. The best description of Grandma and Grandpa Massey was 'blue collar'. They were nice to him, but Grandpa's world centered around sports, hunting, fishing, and cars. Only the cars appealed to Sean, so conversation with Grandpa Massey was difficult. Grandma Massey watched every possible TV sitcom and game show. They had Tivo so she did not lose out when two 'good' shows aired at once. Sean watched limited TV, so again, there was a communication problem. Why couldn't Grandma watch the History Channel like he was watching with Carole just then? Or at least an action movie. It was hard to even think of his mother's parents as grandparents. His maternal grandfather was a high-powered executive and his wife had been on the society pages several times. He guessed that his mother was determined to have a house like the monstrous one she grew up in. Except for gifts, Sean had very little contact with and absolutely no warm feelings for his maternal grandparents. At least the Masseys laughed and joked and showed that he was welcome. The evening, in fact, the whole day, was so strange that Sean could hardly relate to it. Somehow, though, Carole made him feel comfortable. He wondered if this is what the term 'feeling right at home' meant. As she ran her fingers through Sean's hair, Carole's pain subsided enough so she could do some more thinking. She hoped it wasn't just because he had 'rescued' her with such sensitivity and poise, but she felt genuine affection for the young man. It was obvious that he was living, and apparently achieving, without being close to anyone. That was a real shame. It seemed like a classic case of a 'poor little rich boy'. How could she manage to get close to Sean? Having him stay overnight was definitely a good start, but something in her wanted more 'instant intimacy' than that. He had seen her naked briefly this afternoon, but that was in the midst of her 'rescue'. Maybe ... Using nudity had certainly gotten through to Roger, Alan, Dale, and Brad, and established close relationships very quickly. Because she had tried to mow the lawn, she had not showered after her workout, something that never happened. In fact, she had worried a few times about him detecting her odor. The need to get clean meant that she would have to get naked. She could not do much by herself yet, so there was her opportunity. When a show ended, Carole said "Sean, I really need a bath. There's a nice hot tub out on the patio, but I don't think I can step into it. A shower won't work very well, either. Help me to the bathroom, will you please?" Sean wasn't nervous about the request. After all, he had already been through the bathroom routine. This one turned out to be different, though. He helped her to the toilet, first, but then he got another shock. "I'm afraid I can't go with this bulky robe on. Oh, well, you've seen me already. Here." She shed the robe and tossed it away. "Help me sit down." As soon as she sat, she told him "Would you start running the bath for me, please?" Thinking that she did not want to push him too far, she waited until the water was running in the tub before she let her urine stream go. When he helped her up from the toilet, Carole said "Forget the crutches. Help me hop over to the tub." When they got there, she said "Sit me down on the edge, first." When she was seated, she told him "Help me turn so my feet are in the tub. Then, you're going to have to use those nice muscles to set me down in there." Sean very nearly panicked, totally flustered about where to hold onto her to turn her and set her down. She chided him gently, and without too much fumbling, she was seated with the water rising around her. "Do you think it's good to get the bad ankle in the hot water?" he managed to ask. "After all, you've been trying to ice it." "As long as I know it's not sprained, heat won't hurt it for a while. Are you OK? This is a pretty big shock for you, isn't it?" "Y ... yeah. It sure is. Call me if you need anything," he said, starting to leave. 'No! Please stay!" Carole said almost frantically. He stood uncertainly for a moment, then nodded. He just stood motionless while Carole seemed to be trying to decide something. He was standing close enough so she could reach out and take his hand. "Sean, I want you to undress and get in here with me," she said suddenly. That was a spur of the moment decision. She had opened herself to intimacy by undressing in front of him. It was clear that he was too shocked and nervous to share that intimacy the way she wanted. "Wh ... what?!" "You're such a wonderful young man. You've been so helpful and so respectful today. I'm so impressed. I admit that I've been pushing, and you have responded perfectly. Look, I'm not asking you to have sex or anything. I sense some real hurts in you and I really want you to talk about them. If you join me, it will be so intimate. It will be a way that we can share some important things." "I d ... don't think I can. I'd be..." "I expect you to have an erection, Sean. Please, don't be embarrassed about that. As we talk, it will go away, I'm sure." Talk about unreal! As if the rest of the day had not been strange enough. Sean could feel a connection with Carole, a connection he did not have with any other woman, or any other person, for that matter. He was intrigued by her. Obviously, her body was not what it once was, but she was still a very attractive woman. She also had a caring attitude that just poured from her. Frankly, it was something that he was starved for. Because of what he felt between them, he wanted to do what she asked. As he stood there, his mind spinning, the thought of someone who would really listen, maybe even care, pushed the embarrassment of exposing his cock to the background. Somehow, he knew that she would be gentle, respectful. Kicking off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head happened without him really realizing it, he was so deep in thought. It was only as he undid his pants that he stopped, more than a little shocked at what he was doing. Carole was watching and seemed to notice what was happening. "Keep going, Honey. Don't stop now. Let's share in a really special way. Wouldn't you like that?" He was still standing close to the tub and Carole reached up to lower his zipper. When his jeans slipped down, she grabbed his jockeys by the waistband right in front and pulled out and down to clear his protruding cock. Somehow, he just could not even protest. "There, now. The worst is over. I've seen it sticking up so straight and so proud. Nothing bad happened, did it? Finish undressing, then get some washrags and two big towels from that cabinet." As if under her control, Sean did as she requested and soon, he was sitting facing her in the large tub. Anxious to start some conversation, but worried about spooking him, she asked "Isn't fourteen too young for the end of your sophomore year?" "You must have children in high school, huh?" With a chuckle, she answered "Grandchildren, and you knew that, didn't you?" "Yeah, but I didn't want to say that and upset you if I was wrong," he explained. "I skipped a year, and I'll be fifteen before school is out." "So you get good grades, huh?" "I won't be valedictorian, but I'm working hard for a scholarship." She was about to ask why he needed a scholarship with all of his parents' money, but she was quite sure that it was independence from them that he wanted most of all. Guessing that he had enough composure to talk about personal things, she dove right in. "Can I assume that I'm the first female to see your penis since you grew pubic hair?" He nodded in reply. "Uh, not really," he corrected himself. "Mom made me go to a lady doctor one time." "That was inconsiderate of her, wasn't it?" He nodded glumly. "How bad was it?" "Well, I couldn't be angry at the doc. She made my mother leave the exam room when she checked, you know. It turned into kind of an argument. I think my mother wanted to see me." "Am I the first naked female you have seen?" Another nod. "It's too bad it wasn't one of your sexy young classmates." He could not respond to that. "Tell me, Sean. Why did you undress and come in here with me? I honestly did not think you would do it." She waited patiently while he seemed to struggle with what to say. Finally, "I could tell you really wanted me to. I just ... I just..." "Could it be that you wanted someone you could talk to - someone who would actually listen?" Sean laid his head back for a moment, then nodded once more. "It seems like you don't have much of a relationship with your parents. Tell me about it." Sean stayed with his head back for several moments during which his erection shrank. Carole read that as extremely significant. When he raised his head to look at her, it was like someone had started a CD playing. "My mother and father never should have been parents. I think they have spent most of my life regretting that they had me. They both have these high-powered careers and they make lots of money. It's strange. It's like somewhere they found a list of the things parents are supposed to provide for their kids and they kind of go down the list and check things off as they do them. "The list isn't worth shit, though. All that's on it is things. Guess what? I could have all the things I want. Of course, I have to live just like they want me to. I have to be the son that fits in their country club world. As long as I do that, the stuff keeps coming in - anything I ask for and a lot of shit that I never even wanted. "Even if they didn't want me, though, they think they need to control me like a puppet or something. I finally figured out that they're deathly afraid that I might do something that will embarrass them." "Have you ever?" "Nah. Well, maybe in their opinion. They don't like me wrestling." "How did you get into that?" she asked. "My freshman math teacher was great. Early in the school year, he just asked me if I'd be interested. I told him I wasn't good at sports and at the time I was a lot shorter and really skinny. He had me stop and talk to him after school and asked me a lot of questions. "Dad had always been pissed because I wasn't athletic. I guess he was a big jock in high school and couldn't believe he had a nerd for a son. I tried little league baseball and I was barely average. He bought me some expensive golf clubs but I never liked that, either." "Never liked it or didn't do well at it?" she probed. "Both, I guess." "But you do like wrestling?" "Not at first. When Dad tried to discourage me, it made my want to keep at it. After a while, I started liking the discipline of the exercise and the way I started to get some muscles. Coach kept on me all the time to be more aggressive." "Does that mean that you naturally don't push yourself? You certainly weren't shy about helping me," Carole pointed out. "Well, in wrestling, it's one against one. Attitude is really important. If you think you're going to win, the other guy feels it and it can change the match. That's what Coach kept hammering at. He says you should go into everything convinced that you can do it. Then, just make it happen." "It sounds like you found the perfect sport for you. I know you're even younger than your teammates, and you have a lot more weight to gain. Your muscles look very nice, though. Aren't you proud to look better than your classmates? "I never really thought about that part until recently, but yeah. I like the feeling." "What about girls? Are they impressed with your build?" "I guess. Wrestling doesn't get you to be popular, though." "Doesn't your parents' money? Your big house?" "Not unless you get into partying, drinking, some drugs, and stuff," he answered glumly. "Well, I'm glad to hear you're not into that," she encouraged. "You said you're working hard for an academic scholarship. Certainly your parents can send to any school they want." "Any school THEY want is right," he said sharply. "What about what I want? I just ... I just feel the need to be more independent of them. When I'm sixteen, I'd love to have a car that I bought myself, even if it's an old one. Of course, they wouldn't let it anywhere near the house if it wasn't a new BMW or Lexus." "Is that what they drive?" "Our garage has four cars. I think all of them were over fifty thousand new." "Don't you think they'll let you drive one of them?" "I suppose. If they let me get my license. That will already be later than other kids in my class because I skipped." "Do you know what you want to study in college?" "Engineering." "You're pretty certain, aren't you? I'll bet that's not your parents' choice, huh?" "Nah. Law or medicine. An MBA would be the consolation prize," he explained glumly. "How much have your parents explained about sex?" "If I just went by what they've said, it's the worst thing that could happen to me - the best way to ruin my life," he snarled. "So, they haven't explained anything about how to act with a girl, how to please her?" "Oh, I'm WAAAY too young to be thinking about that," he emoted. "So, it's like they ignore sex and try to isolate you from it? That will never work." "Don't I know it. I've felt like a fool several times. I use the Net to find out as much as I can, but I have to do that at friends' houses. We have blocking software at home." "Sean, I would really like you to think of me as someone you can ask anything about sex, about girls - anything. I would really like you to trust me. Have you done any dating?" He snorted. "As if!" "Any girls you wish you could date?" "Yeah, there are a few." When she saw him get a little pensive and saw his penis start to swell, she knew there must be one particular one that interested him." "Tell me about her." "Huh?" He stared at her, then laughed. "Are you a mind reader, or something?" "Well," she chuckled, "you've got that wonderful interest meter right there." She pointed at his crotch. When he reflexively covered up, she scolded him. "Sean, Sean. I've already seen it hard. It's really very nice. It doesn't offend me at all, and you certainly should not be embarrassed about it. I really want to know about the girl." "She's the daughter of one couple in the group that my parents are partying with tonight." "A sophomore like you?" "Yeah. That means she's older because she never skipped," he explained. "We've never done anything together. Their parties only include kids about twice a year and I have only had a couple of classes with her. The real problem is that she wants to be in the popular crowd. She drools over the football players and such." "She a looker?" "Well, she's not like the cheerleaders, but I like how she looks. She's not a snob, or one of the real party types, or anything. Her parents are pretty strict, too." "But she doesn't have any interest in you?" "I'm not what turns her on, that's for sure." "Silly girl," Carole said quietly. "Sean, what turns a girl on will usually change as she gets older. That lovely cock you have there seems to dominate your life, doesn't it?" "Carole!" "Oh, come on, Sean. We're talking real life here. You and the girl are both just big walking hormones right now. What gets your hormones going? What makes you get an erection walking down the hall at school? It's big boobs, a swaying ass, beautiful hair, long, smooth legs, and a sexy smile, isn't it?" "I guess." "The girls that interest you are the ones that make you want to have sex with them - might as well say it - fuck them. Well, the girl you like has exactly the same feelings. The men that interest her are the ones that she most wants to fuck her. Notice I said men, not boys. Usually, the jocks have the most muscles and look the most developed - the most manly. Those are the ones the girls most want to fuck them. "You see, Sean, a girl your age has an even worse problem than you do. I know that's hard to believe when you have to jerk off what, three times a day?" "Uh..." "Come on, Sean. I won't like you any less. This is just straight biology. How many times a day?" "N ... never less than two." "You end up thinking about sex a lot, don't you?" "Yeah," he admitted. "Well, believe it or not, girls think about it even more. Actually, the way we're made, we worry about whether we are desirable every minute we are awake - actually, in our sleep, too. "At school, I'm sure you see some guys doing pretty crude things, but the girls hang all over them anyway, right?" He nodded. "Well, for some girls, all that matters is that they can make the guys want to fuck them. That is the number one drive, after all. Now, there are a lot of girls that you want to fuck, right?" "You ... you make it sound so ... so..." "Animalistic?" she prompted. "Yeah. That's a good word," he agreed. "It ... it shouldn't be like that." Carole clapped her hands and beamed. "I was right. You ARE one of the good guys. You see, Sean, at the basic level, sex IS animalistic. You and I, all of us, are sexual animals. When teenagers first reach puberty, they have all of the sexual animal hormones, but they don't have the experience or the self-discipline to keep the animal part under control. "Besides being sexual animals, though, humans are blessed with one other capability. What do you think that is?" she probed. He thought for a while, then answered "Love?" "Give the man a teddy bear!" she giggled. "Oh, damn! I'll bet you've never been to a carnival and played a game to win a teddy bear, have you?" When he shook his head, she said "Sorry. That's just one of the many generational differences. "Sex is the same in every generation, though, Sean. When the hormones hit you, you feel like you invented sex. No one could ever have had to deal with the sensations you were feeling, right?" He just shook his head slowly, smiling ruefully. "They never said any of this stuff in the stupid sex ed classes." "No, I'm sure they didn't," she agreed. "But can't you see how it must have been the same since the first boy got his first hardon?" "I never would have thought of it that way," he mused. "Don't get me wrong, Honey," she assured him. "Just because it's not really new does not mean that it's any less wonderful or any less painful for you. It doesn't mean that it dominates your life any less. The point I'm trying to make is that sex is a normal, natural part of life. It is nothing to be ashamed of, but it is also something that should be treated with the respect it deserves. "Are you ashamed of the hardon?" she asked, pointing right at his cock. "A ... ashamed? Well, I don't..." "It embarrasses you when you get one, doesn't it?" "Well, sure." "Why?" "Huh? Why? Why does getting hard embarrass me? How can you even ask that?" "Don't be upset. Please. Let's just think about this. Do you believe that getting hard is just natural at your age?" "Well, yeah. I guess that's obvious," he answered, the edge gone from his voice. "Do you believe that pimples, and your voice cracking between high and low, and growing out of pants and shoes every other month, and stumbling over your own suddenly big feet are normal, natural things?" He thought for a moment, then told her "It happens to all the guys, so I guess it is normal." "Tell me, what do you think it is about the jocks that attracts this girl Tracey so much that she won't even notice you?" "Well, a lot of them are big and strong. They're popular. They just seem to have this attitude that..." "Attitude. Confidence," she interrupted. "Do you really think they are all that confident?" "Well, they sure seem like it." "But don't you see them always pumping each other up? Don't they gang up and pick on guys not in their group?" "Are you still in high school?" he joked. "What do you think that macho stuff is all about, anyway?" she challenged. "They're doing anything they can to boost their confidence. Scoring a touchdown helps. Scoring with a popular girl helps. When that's not enough, they joke, they swagger, they do whatever they can to make everyone else think they are superior. And why do they bother? We talked about that earlier." "Uh, to make girls want to fuck them." "Right. Basic urge. Normal. Natural. Now, is that the only way to make girls want to fuck?" "I don't know," he answered. "You know, I'm not trying to get girls to, uh, fuck. I'd just like to be friends, do some fun things, and learn about them." Carole had to pause to get control over her voice after he said that. "That's a wonderful attitude, Sean. It really is. It means that you're already a step ahead of most guys. "You see, when the hormones first hit, fucking is what's important. As you start to mature, 'mating' starts to become more important. Certainly, 'mating' involves fucking, but there is so much more. "At some point, all those girls wanting the popular guys to fuck them will start to think beyond just the fucking. They will think about what guys would be good ones to help raise the babies they want to have. What guys can provide a good living for them and their babies. What guys could they see themselves living with for fifty years. "It doesn't seem like any girls I know are thinking about any of that," he observed. "Probably not. Hormones are still ahead of other instincts. Right now, having a baby would be a disaster that would screw up their fun lives. But make no mistake, the drive to have babies is also normal and natural, and as it overtakes the raw hormones, the things a girl looks for in a guy will change. I should qualify that. They will change if the girl ever stops to think about it." "So, I have to wait until the girls start to get tired of just the studs?" "To fuck them? Maybe. But you shouldn't have to wait to have fun dates and to learn about them." "Don't see how that's going to happen," he grumped. "Would you let me be sort of your coach, as far as girls and dating?" Carole asked. "You'd do that? Why?" "Because I see a really fine young man who has some big problems to overcome," she answered. "Because I did a lot of things wrong with my own son, and I would love another chance. Because you don't have a real mother, and I still have those instincts. Oh, I'm sorry. That was a pretty harsh thing to say, wasn't it?" "The truth. I ... I would appreciate any way you could help me. I really would. I've never had a talk like this with anyone." "And you've never shown your dick to anyone - your hardon. What I was trying to get at earlier was confidence, Sean. To girls, confidence in a guy is sexy. That's what the studs are trying to project, even if they don't really feel it. The fact that they're always doing those macho things means their confidence is pretty fragile. I'd like to help you build yours up." "Wow!" "OK. First thing. Hardons are normal and natural, right?" He nodded. "Jerking off is a normal, necessary thing, right?" Another nod. "Then, go ahead and jerk off for me?" This was definitely a radical extension of the theories Carole had read about on the Transformations website, but it just seemed to fit. "WHAT? I ... I ... I couldn't do that?" "Sean. Show me your biceps." Bewildered, he flexed his arm so the biceps stood out. "Are you proud of your biceps?" "Yeah. I'm working to build them up." "Good. Show me your pecs. Are you proud of them?" She went through a similar dialog about his abs. "Now, are you proud of your cock?" "I think there are some guys with lots bigger ones." "I didn't ask about that. Are you proud of yours. Are you happy you have it?" "Y ... yeah." She could tell that he was worried about where the conversation was headed. "Good. How many spurts do you usually do?" It looked like the embarrassment might kill him for a moment, but he stammered out "De ... depends. The first t ... time, usually five." "Are you proud of those spurts. Do you think it will make some girl happy to have those spurts inside of her?" "God, Carole! This is so ... so ... I've never even thought like that." "I think, Sean, that when you jerk off, you ARE proud when you do your five spurts, and you ARE proud when you do three more spurts just a few minutes later." "How did..." he finished with a gasp and started to writhe around as if in pain. Carole knew just what was happening. She began caressing his shins. "Sean, let it happen. Please. You need it so badly. Please. Touch yourself to make it come. It will feel wonderful and it will make me so happy! You've shown me your muscles that you're proud of. You've shown me your cock that you're proud of. Now, show me those spurts. Please." "I ... I ... I can't Carole. It's not ... Oh, God! I can't stop ... I..." "Stroke yourself, Sean! Make sure it's a good come. Don't leave yourself hurting. Get it all out. Do it, Sean!" Just talking about jerking off had gotten him as hard as he could remember ever being. The hormonal part of him wanted to do what she asked. He needed the relief very, very badly. But that was just not something he could do in front of someone else, not even this woman who seemed to care so much about him. If she saw him spurting, he'd be so embarrassed, he... That was all it took. He felt himself pass the point of no return. Almost frantically, he pumped his cock under water. It took only three strokes before the spurts started, and they were as powerful as any he could remember. After the sixth, he laid back, barely conscious, hearing water running out of the tub, but not really caring why. When the water stopped running, Carole said "Now I can see it all. Do your second come. Show me how proud you are." It was no surprise that he had not softened very much. He opened his eyes enough to see the pride on Carol's face, and he had no choice but to comply. This time, it was relaxed and it took several minutes. Carole kept talking to him all the time, encouraging, complimenting, calling it like a play by play. "Tell me, Sean, how do you help yourself come. Do you look at pictures?" "There's no way I could have any sexy pictures around. If they found out..." "Well, do you think about naked girls? Naked women?" "Yeah, well, I ... one friend's Internet, uh..." "So, you don't imagine a girl at school, maybe one of the cheerleaders?" "Yeah, uh, sometimes God, Carole, why are you asking me these things?" "Oh, Honey, I think I know how important all of this is to you. You're not the kind of man to get into crude talk with your locker room buddies. Your father would never say anything about sex to you. That means you've had to keep it all bottled up. That's not right. I see this talk is helping to get you ready again, isn't it? Say, do you ever think about your mother naked to help you come?" Carole thought that invoking thoughts of his mother would be highly arousing to Sean. The sexual attraction between mother and son was well documented. To her surprise, just the opposite happened, and he started to shrink as she watched. "Sean, Sean, I'm so sorry! I didn't think it would affect you that way. Oh, Honey!" He looked down at himself, confused and dismayed by what had happened. When he looked up at Carole, he saw only care and concern and something that he read as apology. What she wanted to do more than anything was to hug him tightly. As intimate as their current situation was, though, she was afraid that would be too much. Instead, she leaned forward as far as she could and took both of his hands in hers. "Can you get hard again, or did I spoil it?" "I ... I think maybe we've been in here long enough," he said softly. As they were drying themselves, she told him "You are a proud young sexual animal. Thank you for sharing your sexual power with me. Tell me honestly: does it feel good to let someone see what you are so proud of?" "I never thought of being proud of it," he was able to say softly. "I ... I ... was more ashamed, as if it was something wrong. From the way my mother talked..." "Forgive me for saying it, Sean, but they should be punished for trying to screw you up like that. What you just showed me was beautiful and powerful. It was a privilege. I hope when you walk into school the next time that you can feel the difference. When you talk to a girl, think 'I am a powerful sexual animal. I could make you feel very, very good'." "I don't know about that, but it was sort of, uh, liberating doing that. And just bathing with you ... I thought I would die of embarrassment at first, but ... thank you, Carole." "Thank YOU, Honey. I have to tell you: watching you orgasm made me feel so very close to you. It was such a private, intimate thing, I will treasure the experience. I know we just met this afternoon, but I have a feeling that we are going to be important to each other." ------- Chapter 7 Carole convinced Sean to join her in her king sized bed using the excuse that she might need help in the night. She did not have to say that they would not do anything with each other. That was understood. They fell asleep holding hands, though. He did have to help her to the bathroom once in the night and iced her up after she went. The same thing was repeated in the morning. As he was fixing breakfast, still quite early, Nancy arrived, helped him prepare it, and ate with them. "So, are you two like best buddies?" he asked. "We've known each other a long time," Nancy answered. "She holds my financial future in her hands, too." "What do you mean?" "Didn't Carole tell you? She used to work in research at a brokerage before she retired. She knows all the good stuff, and she really uses it for us, instead of just trying to pump commissions like the brokers do." "Us? You mean you and Phyllis?" he queried "Yes, and Claire and Julie, too," Nancy replied. "She has all of our money in these funds that she and Julie set up. Oh, Julie is a tax lawyer, so it's all nice and legal. Anyway, we are all making so much money!" "Wow!" Sean said, looking at Carole in obvious admiration. "I was right. I thought you were some kind of genius from some of the things you told me. I thought you were also a witch from what you got me to do." "That sounds interesting," Nancy said with a giggle. "Tell me more." "Oh, I just got him to take a bath with me. We talked a lot about sex and pride and confidence. It was the best thing I can remember in years. He's a wonderful young man with a very nice body - great cock, too?" Nancy was staring with her mouth open, and she started to shake her head in disbelief. "Guess I'd better show you," Carole told her friend. "My ankle is quite a bit better. I think Sean can get me into the hot tub. Let's go." "Carole, you can't expect me to..." Nancy objected. This time, it was Sean who was staring and speechless. "To undress and join us in the hot tub? Sure I expect you to. Help me up, Sean." As he was helping her get on the crutches, Carole whispered to him "Act like it's normal and natural. Make it so she can't refuse." Nancy had come a long ways. Her instinct was still to go all shy and refuse. She knew, though, that Carole knew the truth about her. She also sensed that being casual and open with the young man was important to her friend. When Sean saw Nancy shakily start to undress, he understood a little more of how Carole had gotten him to cooperate the night before. Maybe she really was some kind of witch. Of course, Sean got hard right away and stayed that way. He ended up lifting Carole down into the tub. With both of them naked, it was almost enough to set him off. It took quite a while for Nancy to relax enough to talk. Sean could not know that it was baring herself to someone only a little older then her grandsons that bothered her, not the nudity per se. He would later learn that it had happened before, but some time ago. He did not think that she should be ashamed of her body. She was only a little overweight. It looked like she worked out regularly. There was not the sort of slack look that he expected to see on an older woman. Of course, all he had to go on was some nudist pictures on the Internet. He could not keep his eyes off of her substantial, full, large-nippled breasts as they floated on the water. She noticed and blushed several times. "Sorry for staring, Nancy," he said after a while. "It's just that you're only my second live naked woman." "Poor guy! Your first ones should have been some nice tight little teens," Nancy answered back. "Carole already said something like that," he responded. "She's been telling me how I should be proud of my body. You should, too." "Oh, I am, Sean," Nancy assured him. "It's just..." "It's just the female need for constant reassurance of her sex appeal, Sean," Carole explained. "Never, ever forget it and you will do fine with women." Changing the subject, Sean said "It looks like both of you work out. Nancy, your legs and your ... bottom look nice and firm." "Thank you, Sean" Nancy said, "But you're embarrassing me, talking about my body like that!" "Oh, sorry! I guess you women are the only ones who can talk that way, huh?" That earned him several facefulls of water. ------- Going home late Saturday morning was strange for Sean. He knew that his parents always slept in after the parties, so he did not hurry. He also knew that neither parent would be in a particularly good mood. In recent years, he had always felt his stress level rise with proximity to his house. This, time, though, he felt a calmness, a kind of serenity that he very much enjoyed. Apparently, his mother was much more observant than he gave her credit for, even with a hangover. "There had better not have been any girls involved last night, young man. I don't like that look on your face." "No girls, Mother," he answered, wondering why he did not feel the usual tension at her challenges. "When I go out with a girl, I'll be sure to tell you." "When you go out with a girl, it will be when I tell you that you can, Mister," she snapped back. "Does that mean I will have to wait until I'm twenty-one?" He had never, ever asked anything so impertinent before, and she just stared at him. "That's my decision to make," she countered, but he could see the uncertainty on her face. Confidence was great, but maybe it could be dangerous, too. ------- Unbeknownst to Sean, Carole had the Gang of Five for their usual Sunday brunch, and the topic of conversation was, of course, Sean. "When do Claire and I get our turn?" Julie demanded, her tone quite serious. "You mean Alan isn't keeping you satisfied? Or Brad? Or Roger? Or Dale?" Carole shot back. "Oh, all the guys are great," Julie said, and then with emphasis added "As you well know!" "Yeah, we really are fortunate to have such good fuck buddies," Claire giggled. "Wouldn't hurt to add a fifth, though, especially a young stud. Just imagine him doing all of us in one night!" "Claire!" Carole objected. "The last thing we want to do is make a gigillo out of a nice young man. Not to mention the legal issue." "Well, what do you want to do with him?" Claire challenged. Nancy took up the challenge. "I haven't spent nearly as much time with him as Carole has, but I see a really great young man who needs some help he's not getting at home. I think we should make Sean a group project." "A project?" Julie asked. "Yes. I think it should be our goal to help him achieve several things. First, he should continue his good grades so he can get the scholarship he wants so badly. Second, we should train him and support him so he has the first spot on the wrestling team for his weight class next season. Third, we should build his confidence and his social skills so he is the most desirable date in his high school." "Wow. That's a tall order," Julie commented. "Why would we want to do this?" "Besides the fact that we can always use something to hold our interest, he is just the most likable young man you will ever meet," Phyllis jumped in. "I've only met him once, and I joked about wanting to adopt him. It wasn't that much of a joke, though." "I like Nancy's idea of a project," Carole said. "Phyllis, does he have the body to add a lot more strength?" "Definitely. I'd like to get a look at his father and at his uncles on his mother's side, but I'm betting there is some pretty good beef in his gene pool." "Could you spare the time to really push him through the summer," Carole asked Phyllis. "With what some broker genius is making on my investments, I'm not sure why I bother to work any more," Phyllis said to sounds of agreement from the others. "Say, Claire, would you teach him to dance? Besides the social value, it is good balance and body position training." "Only if I get to skinny dip with him every time," Claire smirked. "Who said our sexual peak was at forty?" Julie murmured just loudly enough to be heard. There was more laughter. "Say, how many of you are really committed to your yard care companies," Carole asked. "He seems to be quite mechanical." "Yeah, and once we got him to our house, we could get his pants off!" Claire chortled. The laughter at that was mixed with groans and jeers. "As far as I'm concerned, he's hired." That sentiment was unanimous. "Uh, girls," Carole said quietly, "let's not add him to our stud list until we talk about it and agree together, OK. And I think he should agree up front, not in the heat of your seduction." "Seduction! I sure like the sound of that," Claire quipped. "In fact, I think I can even remember when I used to be able to do it." "Since wrestling has ended for the year," Carole told the others, "Sean will be stopping by after school every day. Phyllis, you be here this afternoon so he can start a good workout program. Do I have enough equipment here?" "Plenty. I'll be here." "I think you should come back Wednesday and Friday to check on his workouts. Claire, you get Tuesday, and Julie Thursday." "That doesn't seem fair," Julie complained, only partly joking. "Once the lawn work starts, he'll be at all of your houses," Carole assured them. "I need him right now," Julie insisted. "The jerks I had last year never came by to cut back some of my bushes and the dead decorative grasses. I was going to call them this week." "Then why don't we have him go to your house Thursday after school. Does that sound fair?" "I'll have him check that the hot tub is working right, first. That's the most important thing," Julie quipped. "I know that you're all having fun, and I shouldn't have to say this, but I will," Carole stated seriously. "Sean is a nice, INNOCENT young man. Please don't escalate beyond things that have already happened with him until we have talked it out. I'd like to have him fucking my ass off as much as the rest of you, but he is not one of our older guys." "You're right, Carole," Julie said quickly. "It's all just horny fun." "Um, now that I've given all those cautions," Carole said, "I do think we should keep him naked as much as possible." "Carole has seen the light!" Claire chortled. "I'll bet you're thinking about that Transformations place, huh? And about what we did with Alan?" "Yes, I am. Part of their theory is..." Her explanation took several minutes. They talked for quite a while longer about plans for Sean. Some of the plans produced more ribald laughter and giggling. ------- When Sean stopped at Carole's after school on Monday, he apologized for not being there to help her Sunday after he had to go home on Saturday. "It's a lot better, now. Nancy was able to help me all I needed. I can't tell you how much I appreciated your help, though. I don't know what I would have done without you." At that moment, Phyllis walked into the room and gave Sean another hug. "I have a feeling, Sean, that you are going to make some real changes in five women's lives. We're going to do our best to make changes in yours, too - good changes." "Phyllis is an expert at building bodies for best performance. She knows all about conditioning and strength training," Carole explained. "Our gang has decided that you are going to be number one on the team in your weight class next fall." "But ... but there's a senior and a junior!" "Doesn't matter," Phyllis assured him. "If you're willing to put in the work, we can help you do it. Actually, you will probably be up two or three weight classes with the added muscle mass. You will be so buff the girls will be running into each other in the halls from gawking at you." "Riiiight!" Sean retorted. "Do you really think I can improve that much?" "Do YOU think you can? That's the critical factor," Phyllis told him. "We've got to build your confidence as much as your body." The next hour was filled with squeezing, prodding, and stretching his body and with testing his limits on several different exercises. He had continued his workouts when wrestling ended, but what Phyllis was getting him into was a whole different level. Besides what he thought was a ridiculously aggressive group of sets, Phyllis told him that he would be running six days a week. Carole instructed him to start moving some of his clothes to her house so he could start running in the morning, end up at her place, do the strength work, then shower and dress for school. "I have one concern, Sean," Carole said. "Will these workouts plus all of the yard work hurt your grades?" "Yard work?" "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't get around to telling you about that. You now have five lawn care customers. They may end up recommending you to others, too. You start at Julie's Thursday afternoon." "Wow! That's great!" "I know how much you want some independence," Carole said. "Are you dodging the question about your grades?" "Oh, no. I'm in good shape. Many days I don't even have to take anything home. Since I have to be home for dinner, I'll have plenty of time to finish in the evening." "That's great. Well, let's get in the hot tub so you can make it home for dinner." After the session with Nancy, Sean had assumed that he would be tubbing naked with all of the women at some point. Apparently, it would be immediately. Phyllis showed none of the reluctance to strip that had bothered Nancy. Noticing that, Sean told her "I can see why you can just casually tell me to strip. You can do it yourself so easily." "Years and years in locker rooms and training rooms make one almost like a doctor," Phyllis pointed out. "Carole probably didn't tell you, but I started all of the women on this pride campaign that she laid on you. Thanks for plagiarizing my stuff, Carole!" It was at that point that Sean noticed Phyllis's completely bare crotch and let out a groan. "I don't have too many parts of me that are real sexy," she explained. "My pussy is perhaps the sexiest part, so I wanted to emphasize it." "And to do that, you have to be naked, right?" Sean quipped. "Thanks for giving me a chance, Sean," Phyllis said brightly. "By the way, have you thought any more about that adoption offer?" ------- Sean had to bring some school clothes with him as he ran to Carole's Tuesday morning. Since it was only half a mile, he did not get them sweaty or wrinkled. He ran for three more miles, then did the workout chart Phyllis had made. He was more than happy for the shower and the good breakfast that Carole had waiting. "I have to be up well before the market opens," she explained. "I watch the futures very carefully. Also, some stuff on foreign exchanges." "Say, Carole, I have about three thousand dollars. Can you invest it for me?" "How did you get that much?" "When I outgrew those golf clubs I never really used, I just sold them for nineteen hundred. Dad saw this titanium bike advertised, so he bought me one. If I had dared sell it, I would have twice as much. I got seven hundred for my old one, anyway. Like I told you, they kind of throw money at me, but I usually don't spend it." "Wow! I'd be delighted to handle your money! How conservative or how aggressive do you want to be? How many chances are you willing to take?" "I'm willing to take any kind of chance, if it could help me break free of them." "But that means risk. You could lose it all," she warned. "How much could my money grow in a few years?" he demanded. "If everything went right, I mean." "That's hard to say, Hon," she hesitated. "I've got one new fund that all of the women are putting a part of their money in. The people running it achieved a one-hundred to one stock price growth multiple on a previous similar venture." "Then I want you to put all of my money into that. If I lose it all, I'm no more stuck with my parents than I am right now. If a miracle happens, I could walk away when I reach eighteen." "I guess I didn't quite understand just how badly you want out, Sean. Sorry. Your reasoning is solid. I'll do it for you, of course. Where is the money now?" "Hidden in the framing of the basement of our house," he told her. "Not in a bank?" "I couldn't get an account without their signature. I don't want them to know what I have." "Oh. I hadn't thought of that," she said thoughtfully. "I'll have to come up with a clever way around that problem for an investment account for you. So, as much as they keep track of everything you do, they didn't know you sold those things, huh?" "I'm sure they don't throw money around in their businesses," he answered, "but it's like anything they give to me is out of their concern. They've done their parenting thing and they can go on to the important stuff." ------- When he arrived at her house after school, Carole was waiting with Claire, whom she quickly introduced. "Besides owning a very successful spa, Claire is a highly qualified dance instructor." "Dance?" "Sean, Honey, have you ever been to a school dance?" asked Carole. "Can't dance." "Well, every girl loves to dance. What better way to get yourself noticed?" "My mother won't let me go to dances." "We'll worry about that later. I'll bet we can come up with a solution. Let's have your first lesson?" Somehow, the next hour plus seemed as exhausting as a wrestling match. At the very end, Claire pressed herself close to him and told him "I wanted to do this with us naked, but Carole is such a fuddy-duddy." Claire was shedding her clothes before Carole could even mention the hot tub. Her body looked like a dancer's with strong ass and legs and a slim torso. He was to see for the first time the phenomenon that many smaller-breasted women have remarkably large nipples. "After seeing the rest of you, I assume that Julie looks very fit as well, right?" he asked. "Try to blow off your exercises and see what Phyllis does to you," Claire dared him. "She's no easier on us." Sean's Wednesday schedule got rearranged for him. Phyllis was waiting at Carole's when he finished his morning run, and she checked how he was doing on all of his workouts. When he arrived at Carole's after school, she drove him to Julie's where he started a thorough spring cleanup of her nicely landscaped yard. He had been right about Julie. She was as fit as the others. Her body had the 'just right' look to him, with everything in nice proportion. During a quiet time in the tub, he mused about the differences between the five women. Carole was the most slender over all, but her breasts were a bit large for her size, about the same size as Julie's, but her hips were smaller than Julie's and her legs more slender. Thinking of Phyllis, it was almost like someone took Julie's perfect proportions, expanded them all around, and added muscle. Claire had slim but strong dancer's legs and an ass the jutted out enticingly. She had the smallest breasts of the group. Nancy had what Sean would later learn was called an hourglass figure. Her breasts were the largest of the group, and her hips were as substantial as Phyllis's. She had rather dainty hands and feet. Somehow, being with these women and seeing their bodies, the term 'old' just did not fit. They were all energetic, intelligent, and amazingly caring with him. He had heard enough to know that they were all sexually active, and he wondered if..." His reverie was broken by Julie asking "Can you work all day Saturday and Sunday, Sean?" "Oh! My parents..." He looked over at Carole, whose expression he had no trouble deciphering. " ... I'll make sure that I can. Why?" "If you don't mind, I'd like to make myself the transportation department for your new business. A neighbor has a small, low trailer that we can use. I thought I would rent an aerator for the weekend and you could do all of our lawns. Next week will not be too early for the first fertilizing." "And you'd drive me to all of the houses?" he asked in amazement. "I'd love to," Julie answered. With a sweeping gesture toward her lovely yard, she said "As you can tell, I take a real interest in landscaping. Since you can't drive, you need someone to move things for you at times." Unable to help himself, Sean felt tears running down his cheeks. Of course, both women noticed, but they waited for him to say something. Finally, he snarled "I'm trying to figure out how to get my parents to let me out to work. I've just met you, and you're volunteering all of this time to help me. It's just ... it's just..." Not wanting to make things any more emotional, Julie said "Each of us in the groups has a specialty to help you with. Carole is your substitute mom and in charge of making you rich. Phyllis will make you look like Shwarzenegger and win State. Claire will make you the most popular guy at dances and have you dressed like a movie star. Nancy will bulk you up the natural way. I'm your lawn care assistant." "I still hardly believe all of this," he mouthed with a shake of his head. "You mean you don't have any sore muscles, yet?" Julie joked. Thursday after school was dancing again. Friday morning, Phyllis was there for another check on his efforts. To his surprise, Nancy also showed up. She had a list of things that he was supposed to eat, including a number of supplements. She told him that she would be preparing lunches for him to take to school, and they would be at Carole's waiting for him. She also spent a lot of time asking him what was served at home, then telling him what things to eat lots of and which to lay off of. Around the breakfast table, Sean voiced a concern. "Tonight is going to be rough at home. At dinner, I'll tell them about working the weekend. I hope it doesn't come down to me just walking out, but I may have to." He didn't even have to ask if he could stay at Carole's. "The worst thing is if they ask who I am working for," he stated. "Don't worry about that," Carole said. "Give them Julie's name because she will be with you on the weekend. You can tell them how we met and that your customers are all friends of mine." Phyllis added another concern. "Sooner or later, your mother is going to figure out that you are going to bed early and getting up very early. Just tell her that you are working out hard every morning to earn a better spot on the team, and that you are doing yard work every day after school. She doesn't need to know about the dancing. We'll make sure you have cash to show them." "Isn't there any way I can get a bank account without them signing?" "We'll get Julie working on that," Carole assured him. Friday after school, Carole took him back to Julie's. Julie had the aerator there already, and she went through it's operation and use with him. After his orientation on the aerator, Sean finished some more cleanup for Julie. In the hot tub, the three of them talked about how he should present his plans to his parents. ------- The wrestling season roughly matched the basketball season. Sean's mother was used to him having practice and an occasional meet after school. He had not bothered to mention that he was now free after school. Both parents tended to arrive home quite late, often after seven. In all of their concern about controlling him, the after school hours were strangely overlooked. Friday evening dinner was the first since Nancy had given Sean the list of good and not-so-good foods for his body building. Looking at the dinner the maid had prepared almost distracted him from his key mission of the night. Picking a time when both eating and conversation had slowed, he let them have it. "Mother, Dad, I've started a new little business and I will be spending all weekend working on it. It's lawn care." "Lawn care! How? When? You can't just go and start something like that by yourself!" his mother, Melanie, scolded. "That's ridiculous. You're not going anywhere this weekend." As if he had not heard her protest, he just went on talking. "It all started when I stopped on the way home from school to help a woman who had hurt herself in the yard. I mowed her lawn for her, she told some friends, and I had customers. They're depending on me to aerate their lawns this weekend, so I have to leave about seven. I probably won't even be home for dinner." "Aerate? How will you do that?" Bert, his father, finally entered in. "One of the women has the machine rented. She has a trailer and will take it to the other houses for me. I practiced with it a little this afternoon and it's no sweat." "Bert!" Melanie exclaimed in some panic. "Stop this nonsense! Our son is NOT going to work mowing lawns!" "Now, dear, let's not be hasty. Learning business from the ground up is always good for a boy. Let's give him a chance to see how tough things can really be out there. It will be a good lesson for him. It will show him how valuable a professional education can be." That was an angle that Melanie had not considered, but her husband had made sense. After Sean chased his little pipe dream and failed, they could end his boyish fascination with engineering. Thank goodness he had the grades for pre-med. "Well, if you think that's best, Dear," Melanie said in a sudden and shocking reversal. "Sean, be sure your cell phone is on and charged, will you?" "No problem." Unbelievably, no problem. All Sean could think of was that he wanted to call Carole with the good news. ------- "I think it's time to take the next step in confidence-building," Carole told the gang during Sunday brunch at a restaurant. "How did you decide that?" Julie asked. "A couple of things," Carole answered. "First of all, I just have a feeling that we need to do all that we can before this school year ends. If his lawn care business should really take off, he may have to make quite a stand against his parents. He needs all of the confidence he can get for that. "The other thing is that right now he is so overwhelmed by everything that he is not inclined to object to anything we ask of him." "And your next step is?" Nancy asked. "A variation of the 'Alan' project," Carole answered. "Yes, he has been able to hot tub with all of us, but he is still very, very body shy. When he is in one of our homes, there must be a very good reason why he should have any clothes on." "The other issue with Sean is seeing if we can't loosen his parents' stranglehold on him," Carole told them after some lively discussion of the escalation plan. "You know, I'm the least involved with him right now," Nancy said. "I'd like to investigate his parents a little. These parties he talks about sound suspicious to me." "Suspicious how?" Phyllis asked. "I'm not sure. It's just a feeling at this point." "Are you thinking of blackmail?" "Can't we say 'leverage'? Or maybe 'bargaining chip'?" Nancy said with a grin. "I suppose this means that he will have to spend a lot more time with you, huh?" Claire teased. "Unless you want to share dance instructor duties," Nancy shot back. ------- Monday morning, Sean was only a little surprised to find Carole waiting for him in the bathroom as he stepped out of the shower. When he finished drying and found his clothes not where he had left them, he said "Do I detect a plot." "I thought you could cool down better if you didn't dress until just before you left for school." Carole managed to hold off her grin for almost ten seconds. "I guess I have spent most of my hot tub time with the other women lately, haven't I?" he observed. "I don't get to see my share of cock," she pouted. He shook his head a little. "I still don't understand the fascination you all have." "It's universal among women - women of all ages. If the girls at school had a chance to see your cock, they would be even more anxious. With them, it's a lot of curiosity and confusion." "Can't imagine how they'll ever have a chance." "Are there any you know well enough to invite them here for a friendly, naked hot tub?" "I don't know any girls very well at all." "We really have to change that." "Big problem in the way - my mother." "Your mother, not your parents?" "I'm starting to realize that my dad would probably be happy to see me dating. He just won't go against my mother." "Sean, did you realize that it's always 'my mother' or 'my mom', never 'Mother' or 'Mom'? "Really? I hadn't thought about that. I can think of a few times I've called her 'Mom', but not many, I guess," he admitted. "I think that's significant, Honey. You know..." "God, Carole! I just realized that Mother never calls me 'Honey', or 'Dear', or any other affectionate name. It's always 'Sean', or 'Young Man', even 'Mister' when she's upset. You're the one who seems to really have some feeling for me." "You know I'm not trying to replace your mother," she insisted. "Why not? In my thinking, you're already more like I'd think a mother should be." Regardless of nakeness, Carole had to hug him after that. They held each other for several seconds, then she broke away with a playful pat on his bare butt. As they shared breakfast, Carole told him "By the way, Nancy wants to be your personal PI." "PI?" "Private Investigator. She thinks she can find something that will give you leverage against your parents." "Leverage? As in blackmail?" "Let's just say something to make them loosen their grip on you a little. You'd like to go to dances and on dates, wouldn't you?" "Well, I'm not ready to dance with girls yet, but yeah, I think it would be fun. Kind of hard to date with no car, though." "There are ways around that. Date older girls and let them drive." "Oh. Never thought of that. Actually, some in my class have licenses already. But, how do you ask a girl if she'll drive you on a date?" "Maybe she'll ask you." "That'll be the day!" "Sean, Sean! When we get done with you, the girls will be standing in line." Because she also had some additional yard work for him, Sean went to Claire's house after school. He had ridden his bike so he would not need a ride. "Dance first, then work," Claire said when she let him in. "Strip." "Huh?" "Get naked, Stud," Claire said saucily. "It's part of our plan to build your confidence." "How ... how is that supposed to help?" "For a teenager, a huge confidence problem is body concern. While we're building your body's strength and endurance, we are going to make you so comfortable with it that you will often forget that you are naked. "Just think, Sean, if you're talking to a girl you kinda like, aren't you worried about what she's going to think about how you look? Aren't you worried sick that your pants will start to bulge?" "But it's embarrassing!" "Why," Claire demanded. "We all care about you. Being naked for us will please us greatly. Besides, before long you will not be embarrassed any more." "But how am I supposed to dance with ... with..." "With a hardon, Sean? The trick is to concentrate on the dancing. Focus on every move you're supposed to make and on everything your partner is doing. That's what you do in wrestling, isn't it?" "Uh, yeah. I try to." "Well, when you can dance with me and you're not hard, think about how easy it will be to dance with a girl?" "Assuming I'll ever be soft dancing with you." "Stop that, you flatterer, or I'll rip off my clothes and do a lot more than dance." After that dance lesson, Sean was actually expecting it when Phyllis was there for his next morning workout and told him that he would be exercising naked from then on. Like the other women, Nancy always had something for Sean to do around the house or yard. She always spent a lot of time quizzing him about his family, his mother in particular. She went over and over several different episodes where there was conflict. She also drilled him on the regular parties his parents had with their circle of friends. Of course, when he was not working outside, Nancy insisted that Sean wear nothing. ------- "Amazing what you can find on the Internet," Nancy told the Gang at another Sunday brunch. "I've 'Googled' all of the people in Sean's parents' group of friends that they party with." "It all looked very ordinary suburban until I traced back one couple who just moved here about the time the groups started partying regularly. I found their former address, then located three former neighbors. It turns out that they moved under a cloud." Nancy stopped there and went about eating. "Nancy! How'd you like to finish that eggs benny in one big bite!" Claire growled. Because of her constant wisecracks and verbal jabs, the others loved any chance to pull Claire's chain. Nancy took off the necklace she was wearing, held it out in front of her and let the pendant swing back and forth. She did not say a word. "Nancy! I'm warning you! What the hell is that supposed to mean? Make sense." "Oh, my God! Swingers? You can't be serious!" Julie exclaimed. "That's the word from the former neighbors," Nancy said with the appropriate smirk at Claire, who stuck out her tongue. "So, you think Sean's parents are in a swinger's club?" "Well, put everything we know together," Nancy said. "First, there's the 'cloud' over the couple that moved in. Second, the group of five couples got together shortly after that couple arrived. Third, when they get together, the kids have to disappear. Fourth, according to Sean, the usual sharp eye his mother keeps on him is forgotten on those nights. Now, how strong is that circumstantial evidence?" "Wow! How is Sean going to feel when he hears about that?" Julie asked sadly. "Ohhhh! I can't imagine," Claire answered. "Now, wait," Carole cautioned. "Remember, right now, I believe Sean feels more for each of us than he does for his mother. His father? Well, he is almost a nonentity in Sean's life. Sean just plays him sometimes to get what he wants." "That's pretty sad, isn't it?" Julie commented. "Not for us," Phyllis insisted. "I still want to adopt him." "Yeah, but if you do that, you won't be able to fuck him," Claire quipped. That got a couple of napkins thrown at her. "I don't think we have enough to tell Sean," Carole declared. "There certainly isn't enough to give him leverage. Thats what we want after all." "Pictures, Girls. We're going to get pictures," Nancy announced. "That will give him all kinds of leverage." "OK, sounds like you have a plan. Spill it." "I've found a place to rent several cameras that are easy to hide. They're all motion activated, and they transmit to a receiving station that can hold thousands of pictures. The company tells me that they are designed to operate for five hours shooting up to twelve times per minute. "Wow! What does something like that cost to rent?" "Do we care? I'll pay for it myself just for all of the fun I've had," Nancy proclaimed. "When will the next party be at his house?" "He says they have the parties every two or three weeks. Depending on if they use all five houses, it should be in early June or even late May." Acting in the leadership role that seemed to naturally fall to her, Carole said "Nancy, you're the one who ran with this. Tell Sean by yourself. If he gets really emotional, it should be easier with just one of us." "But you're the substitute mom," Nancy told Carole. "Thank you. That means I can do the consoling after you deliver the bad news." ------- Chapter 8 The tech from the security company renting the cameras was uncomfortable having Sean present for the demonstration and instruction session. Nancy was persuasive, though. She had insisted that Carole also be present. "The cameras are single focus. They have wide angle lenses and a perfect depth of field for shooting in a room. The transmission range to the receiver is limited to one hundred feet, and is best under sixty feet. "We have a version of the camera with its own fake hardcover book. The lens is right in some embossed writing on the spine. That's a very popular one. We have one that can be put in a cold air return. A little box that holds drink coasters works well. Others can just be stuck in any place that has a good view, but is unlikely to be noticed. For instance, under the low edge of a table, or inside an entertainment cabinet with a glass door. I have here a long list of placement possibilities. We suggest that the locations be selected well before the units are needed. "There is one other important feature. The receiving station can send a turn on signal to the cameras, and the receiver itself can be signaled remotely. That means you can start the whole system from outside the house when there is actually something to shoot." The session lasted for almost two hours. Even though the party was perhaps six or eight weeks off, it was very instructive and got Sean and the women quite excited. ------- Incredibly, it took until the third week of Sean's 'new life' before Melanie questioned her son's changed schedule. In the interim, Sean had worked at each of the women's houses. Carole no longer accompanied him to the other houses, but that did not stop the hot tub sessions that ended each visit. It was at dinner again, really the only time there was any significant communication in the house. "Sean, haven't you been going to bed awfully early lately. Are you feeling all right?" "Well, I've been getting up very early to work out," he answered. Once again, his possible responses had been discussed thoroughly beforehand. "Work out? But you always worked out. What has changed?" "I am determined to win a number one spot on the team next year. That's going to take a lot more work than what I have been doing." "Number one spot?" Melanie understood nothing about his sport. He went on to briefly explain the team structure and the seeding for matches. "Oh. I thought maybe you would be through with wrestling. It's so ... so..." "I'm sorry if it's too macho for you, Mother, but I enjoy the one-on-one struggle. It's a great feeling when you overcome your opponent." That wording was crafted to both shut her up and to impress his father. The Gang had concluded that Melanie could not object to anything that was manly. They also surmised that Bert could be brought into play as an ally by playing on his competitive streak. They were honestly surprised at how she had caved in to her husband previously. "But what if your studies suffer?" Melanie had found another wedge, she thought. "Maybe you haven't noticed, but that's all I do after dinner. I've got a lock on one 'B' and the rest 'A'. That won't change." "Why not all 'A's?" "Teacher conflict." He said it in a voice designed to signal the end of discussion. It was a totally new move for him, and he was both astonished and delighted when she said no more. He had expected an argument about all of the time spent working after school. ------- "Well, Gang, one of Sean's biggest nights is a week from Friday. We need to strategize on our final preparations for him." It was a Sunday brunch in late April and Carole was talking about the major all-school dance in the first week of May. "I think his dancing will be fine," Claire opined. "I doubt there will be any high school boys better than him." "Oh, I'm not concerned about his dancing," Carole said. "With you for a teacher, that was never a worry. Even with everything that has happened, this first dance will be a huge step for him. First of all, he still has had minimal interaction with girls his age. Now, being naked around us has certainly helped. I'm sure he realizes that it is helping. Haven't you been amazed that he will just undress when we ask him to? What does that say about how much he wants things to change. "Another problem is that even after discovering his parents' probable swinging, he can't shake some guilt about 'sneaking off' to the dance." "I assume you have a plan for getting him past these problems," Nancy prompted. "Of course," Carole agreed. "Monday thru Thursday afternoons next week and hopefully into the evenings will be final rehearsals for Sean's big debut. I am hoping that he can get out of dinner at home at least some of those evenings." "I guess no lawn work will be done next week, then," Julie said. "He'll work his tail off the two weekends. Our yards will survive. This is a bigger issue," Carole said firmly. "OK, Monday afternoon, we will all be here and we will act like it is a high school dance. He will have to approach us, ask us to dance, do everything just like at the real event." "Uh, Carole, will he be dressed?" "Of course not," Carole said firmly. "The principle is still that if he can do it naked, he will so relaxed and confident clothed that he will make the best impression. "Now, Tuesday will be a rerun of Monday, except that we will be naked, too." "Carole! Don't you think that's taking things too far?" Nancy asked in shock. "Hell, no!" Claire jumped in. "I've been wanting to ever since the first lesson. "Come on, Nancy, it will be good fun," Phyllis cajoled. "Well, I can't be the wet blanket, I guess," Nancy conceded. "How are we going to set this up. We should make it a big surprise." "Oh, it will be a surprise, all right," Carole assure them with a grin. "It will not be the biggest surprise of the week, though." "Oh, I love the sound of that," Claire chortled. "Give! Give!" "Patience, Grasshopper," Carole quipped. "I want to bring a few girls from Lindsey's over to dance with him Wednesday and Thursday afternoons." "Carole! I thought you had something really juicy planned," Claire pouted. "Well, yes, I do. The Lindsey's girls are used to being around naked boys with hardons." Carole felt a real sense of triumph at the gaping silence from her four friends as the full import of her idea sank in. When it was Claire who exclaimed "Oh, my God!", it was like winning the lottery. Not very often was anyone able to shock Claire. "Carole, that's ... that's ... how would you ever get him to go along with that?" Julie stammered. "Wait. There's more. I think I can arrange it so at least one of the girls will be from his school." "Are you purposely trying to drive him away?" Nancy asked, incredulous. "No, I am trying to make going to his first dance seem trivial. I admit, I will be pushing his trust to the very limit, but I think he needs something this strong. Remember, it won't be that long before his big confrontation with his mother. I think we can all see that he is not ready for that, yet." "I thing Carole is right on, here," Phyllis offered. "Dancing naked with those girls, knowing that he will be seeing at least one of them at school and maybe at the dance ... that will be one of the hardest things Sean will do in his life. I believe he will do it if Carole asks him to. I believe that after the dance, he will approach everything differently. He will be more ready for battle with his mother, the lawn care business will seem less daunting, and he will feel like he can handle any wrestling opponent." "Thanks, Phyllis. That is exactly what I've been thinking. I need an opionion, and I need permission," Carole said. "First of all, should we tell him beforehand what is in store, or just let him handle it day by day?" It was Nancy who answered quickly "I know that for me, it was better not to have to worry about things ahead of time. Besides, it will help him learn to react to things as they happen." The others murmured agreement. "That's what I hoped you would think," Carole said. "Before I tell him about the girls on Wednesday night, I want your permission to get in the shower with him and get him off." "Do it twice and he'll agree to anything," Claire quipped. "I think we have already agreed that Carole gets the first shot at any escalation, right?" "I doubt that will buy him thirty seconds of softness when he meets the girls," Phyllis chuckled. "It should reduce his anxiety level, though." "Will ... will the girls be naked on Thursday?" Nancy asked. "Oh, no," Carole answered quickly. "I wouldn't ask them to do that. Besides, we've talked about how the impact is greater if he is the only one naked." ------- "Rebecca, I apologize for interrupting your Sunday." Carole had called Rebecca Sanders as soon as she returned from brunch. "Carole, I told you to call any time, and I meant it. If I can't talk, I will let you know. You women are a real bright spot for me. I never know what you will come up with next." "Well, hold on, then," Carole chuckled, "I think you will like this." She explained the plan for the next week, and it took Rebecca quite a while before she could respond. "I could ask you to repeat that, but I probably wouldn't believe it the second time, either. You are unbelievable! How can you expect the boy to go along with that?" "Tell you what, Rebecca. When could you come out and spend some time with Sean? Double clock." "Oh, my regular rates are exhorbitant enough," Rebecca joked. "Whatever I had planned with the family today just got terribly boring. When can Sean be there." "I'll call you back. Oh, I'd like to invite your aunt, too." It took a half dozen phone calls to alert the rest of the gang and arrange for Nancy and Sean to be there, but Carole was finally able to tell Rebecca to arrive at four. Sean and Nancy were at Carole's at 3:30, and as soon as he had undressed and showered, Carole sat him down for a chat. "Sean, Honey, I am going to be pushing your trust in me quite a bit the next couple of weeks, starting in a little while. Nancy's niece, Rebecca, is a Ph.D. psychologist and a very successful family counsellor. She has helped us with a number of things. What you are doing fascinates her, and she would like to learn as much as she can. We think that she could ask you some things that we have not thought of that might help you, too. "Rebecca will be here in about ten minutes. We want you to stay naked, meet her at the door, and try to act as natural as you can while she is here. Of course, you will be hard some of the time, but I think you know by now that that does not insult us women." "God, Carole, I..." Sean started to say. Uncharacteristically, Carole put a finger over his lips to stop him. "Sean, this is the first woman other than the Gang to see you naked. Please, just do this because I ask you. Rebecca is an absolutely delightful person and so intelligent it is scary. Concentrate on those things and not your gorgeous, exposed cock." Sean's expression went through shock, fear, just a little anger, resignation, and finally, adoration. He put his arm around Carole and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm scared to death, Carole, but how can I not do what you ask? You and your friends are changing my life so much I can hardly believe it." Carole impulsively grabbed him in a big hug. "Just remember, Sean, if you do the most difficult things in a controlled way, everything else will seem easier whenever it happens." "You said the 'first woman'. Does that mean there will be more women stopping by?" Carole was so surprised by that question that it showed. She threw a quick glance at Nancy before she could neutralize her expression. Sean caught it and saw Nancy's quick blush. "I guess you'll let me know when you think I need to, right? Probably best I don't have time to worry about it." After that, Carole and Nancy openly gaped at each other before jointly engulfing Sean in hugs. "Now, remember Sean," Carole said, still holding onto him, "you are a gorgeous physical specimen with a beautiful cock. It is a privilege for Dr. Sanders to see you in all your glory. Just keep reminding yourself of that." "Maybe I'll get to that someday," he said. "Right now, the best I can do is try not to think about being naked." When the doorbell rang, Sean got to his feet and started for the door. Before he got there, though, he stopped and said "Uh, if this doesn't happen to be Dr. Sanders, or if she brought one of her kids, or something, it could be trouble for us, couldn't it?" "Damn! You're right, Sean," Carole exclaimed. "Wait a second. I can see from over here. I really want to shock her if we can." "She doesn't know... ?" "Nope. I can see that it's just her. Have fun with it." "I'm more worried about surviving it." As he swung the door open, Sean stood back far enough so he did not think he was visible from the street. He was certainly visible to Rebecca, though. She gasped, blushed, then started laughing, "Your aunt and the Gang love surprises, Dr. Sanders," Sean was able to say as he fought to keep his legs supporting himself. Rebecca forced herself to look only at Sean's face as she held out her hand. "I think under the circumstances, 'Rebecca' is more appropriate. Carole did not tell me that I would be part of your confidence building program. Since I am privileged to help, let me get a really good look at you." As Rebecca started to walk around him, Sean could not restrain a gasp. Nancy joined him, but Carole was almost bouncing with delight at the way Rebecca had adjusted to the situation. "Aunt Nancy told me that you were really built, Sean, but I had no idea," Rebecca enthused. "Wait until you see him before school starts next fall," Carole said. "He is working out so hard it is unbelievable. You are looking at next year's state wrestling champ. We just don't know what weight class, yet." "I can't wait," Rebecca said. "Can I see him just like this?" By this time, she had gotten back in front of him. "Aunt Nancy, you never told me what a gorgeous cock Sean has. I'm sure you must have seen it many times. No fair keeping it a secret." Sean had been hard from the time he got up to open the door. Now, however, his glans darkened and his shaft got even more rigid and began bouncing a little with his pulse. "Oooh. I need to use your bathroom," Rebecca said suddenly, aware that Sean was nearing the critical point. While Nancy showed her niece where the powder room was, Carole told Sean "Go in my bathroom and jerk off a couple of times." With a kiss on the cheek, she added "She played dirty. Honest, I didn't tell her to do that. You did great." A come or two sounded like a great idea to him right then, so he hurried off. Rebecca was back well before Sean. "That was mean, Carole. Mean to Sean and mean to me." "You made it meaner to Sean by yourself," Carole retorted. "I'm not doing this to be mean, Rebecca. He has some big events coming up in his life, and I just want him as ready as we can make him." "Is the body talk OK?" "Definitely OK," Carole answered. "It's all aimed at comfort and confidence." "Then I'm going to really push it for a while when he comes out," Rebecca warned. She was as good as her word. "Sean, have you noticed your penis being soft around the women more than when you first met Carole?" After discussing that, she asked "Do you need to do more total spurts per day to be comfortable than you used to?" Later, it was "Tell me how often and for what reasons you get hard at school. Compare now to before." He had been almost flaccid when he came from the master bath. With Rebecca's questions, that did not last long. After about twenty minutes that must have seemed like hours to him, she came and got on her knees in front of him, taking his hands in hers. "Sean, I am so impressed! What I have done since I arrived is exactly what the Gang has been doing. I hit you with the most embarrassing things I could think of right away. From now on, everything should be easier to handle. Do you understand that strategy?" Looking quickly at Carole, he answered "I guess I sort of figured that out. So far, it seems to be working. I just hope it doesn't get too much worse." "And if it does, Sean? Will you just give up? Will you refuse to do what they ask any more?" "No way, Rebecca. I've done too much to give up now. Besides, this is the first time I've ever hoped that things could be different." "That's great, Sean. OK, let's talk about your mother, now." "I thought you said it would get easier," he quipped, not really joking. "I can already see that it will be easier on your penis," Rebecca said, noticing the sudden shrinkage. "That tells me a lot about your feelings toward her." Rebecca's questions about his mother were very detailed and very intense. She asked about behavior, about what her body looked like, about how much of her body Sean had seen, and about how she treated Sean in specific situations. That discussion lasted nearly an hour before they broke for refreshments. When they resumed, Rebecca asked him "Suppose you were naked in your room, just out of the shower. You had not closed the door, and your mother walked in. What would you do?" Too startled to answer at first, he finally said "I'd turn away from her and cover up as fast as I could." "Why?" "Why? Well ... uh, she has no right to see my ... penis." "OK. Let me give you a different perspective here, Sean. I think you are right about one reason your mother tries to control you so much. Preventing embarrassment and minimizing her involvement are definitely objectives. "However, I think it is also a way for her to cover up or deal with her sexual attraction to you. She is keeping you at a safe distance so she does not have to deal with the feelings." "You're kidding!" "Not at all. You see, you are the exception, here. Most teen boys feel a strong sexual attraction to their mothers, especially if their mothers are sexy. What I'm guessing is that she is not an exception. Most mothers of teenaged sons are sexually attracted to them, especially if they look as manly as you do. "Whether you realize it or not, you are in a struggle for dominance with your mother. If she catches you naked and you quickly hide yourself in shame and embarrassment, who wins that particular confrontation?" "Wow! That's a different way of thinking about it," Sean exclaimed. "By acting embarrassed, you have validated your mother's sex appeal. That is something that us women are constantly seeking, validation." "Yeah, the Gang has been telling me that. How would my reaction do that?" "The reason you had to hide yourself was because you were afraid of getting an erection from your mother looking at it. To her, that means that she is sexy. "Now, suppose you calmly turn to face her, your penis as limp as a noodle, and ask 'was there something you needed, Mother'? Who won that confrontation?" "I'm sure you're going to say that I did, but I'm not sure why. She still saw me." "But the sex appeal that she depends on so much in confrontations has failed to cause you to react. No arousal, no embarrassment, no effect at all. You have put down her sex appeal, a stunning blow to a woman." After a little thought, Sean observed "You make it seem like it is always a confrontation." "Between you and your mother, I'm sure it is. Actually, every interaction between humans is a confrontation at some level. I don't think I want to go into that right now, though. The point is, when you can stand naked in front of your mother and not be ashamed or flustered, you will have achieved dominance over her." "Guess I'd rather find another way to achieve that," he said with a shake of his head. "Judging by the fact that you're quite soft after talking about your mother seeing you naked, I'm guessing that it would not be much of a problem for you." "It's not just because of embarrassment that I wouldn't want her to see me," Sean said thoughtfully. "It's like baring yourself for someone is more, uh, personal, maybe more, um..." "Intimate?" "Yeah, more intimate than I would ever want to be with my mother." "Why did you get in the bathtub that first night with Carole?" Rebecca asked in a sudden change of direction. "Oh. I guess we just seemed to, you know, get along well." "Was it because you wanted intimacy with someone, and Carole seemed like the perfect person?" He stared at her for a moment, then nodded. "And when you get naked in the hot tub with Aunt Nancy and the others, do you like that kind of intimacy?" He chuckled a little before saying "Guess I should expect you to get right inside my head. You know, Rebecca, it's more than just liking it. I've come to sorta need it." "So, it's easy letting women that you enjoy a nice relationship with look at your penis or even your hard cock, huh?" she probed. "I would never have guessed it would be, but yes, it has gotten easier." "Now, just suppose that every night for the next week or two, a different woman that you had never met before joined you in the hot tub with Carole or Nancy or one of the others. How would you react to that?" "Would these women be naked?" "Why would that matter?" "Well, if they weren't, it would be like the Gang was just doing more to build my confidence. If the newcomers were naked, though, it would be like, I don't know, like they really wanted to share something with me - like I was maybe important to them in some way." As an aid in hiding her own reaction, Rebecca looked quickly at Carole and Nancy, and saw moisture in their eyes. "So, being naked together with someone is to you a special way of communicating?" she prompted. "Yeah. That's a good way of putting it." The discussion went on for a while longer. Rebecca selfishly wanted some way to reawaken his penis, which had gone soft. She decided, though, that it would be disrespectful to a young man that she really admired. "Sean," she said as she held his upper arms and kissed him lightly as they all stood by the door, "you are a great guy. Always keep in mind that it is a privilege for any female to see your body. If they get to see your beautiful penis sticking out hard and proud, it is an even more special privilege." ------- Rebecca had arranged for Carole to meet with Muriel at Lindsey's by herself. It was a happy surprise to find Dr. Julia Waxman there. "What an unexpected privilege, Dr. Waxman. I have become a real fan of what you do here." "Well, the scholarships that you and Mrs. Sanders have funded are very much appreciated. I don't have much time available, but I wanted to thank you personally." "I'm sure Muriel can describe to your our own little 'Transformation' project. I just hope she doesn't laugh me out of here for the favor I'm going to ask," Carole said. "Oh, oh. How do you expect me to stick to my schedule after a teaser like that?" Julia mock complained. "What is the favor." "I would like three of your girls to come to a final dance practice for a young man that we are preparing for his first school dance. There is lot more we are helping him with, but that is the immediate need. Why do we need your girls? Well, he will be naked for the practice." "On the assumption that if he can do that, dancing at school with clothes on will be easy, right?" Julia asked with a grin. "Well, your idea was certainly successful with Captain Trent, I hear." "It's a key part of an overall project to build his confidence and free him from an inept, ultra-controlling mother," Carole explained. "Rebecca spent a few hours with Sean yesterday. Oh, Sean was naked while he talked with Rebecca." "I will most definitely talk with Rebecca, and I think any of our girls would be perfect," Julia stated. "Well, if we could get two different sets of three girls, I would love to do it both Wednesday and Thursday next week." The rest of the time was spent getting Muriel up to speed on the plan so she could explain it to the girls. "If they need any convincing, Sean is an absolute hunk." ------- After working sunup to late evening Saturday and sunup to almost dinnertime Sunday, Sean stopped at Carole's. "Carole, I'm not sure it's a good idea to sneak to the dance. "Why not, Sean? I think you're getting strong enough to just face them down even if they do find out. You've had enough lessons by now so you will be better than ninety percent of the boys at the dance. And after the way Claire has drilled you on dance floor etiquette, you should feel pretty confident. The next four nights you are going to practice until you drop." "Wearing clothes will help, too," he joked. "You get it! That's exactly why we did it! Tell me honestly, Sean, don't the girls at school seem less frightening and mysterious already?" "Once I figured out that you five are just teenaged girls with a few more years on, you're right. They're less mysterious." "Sean Massey! What kind of gratitude is that?" She was having more and more trouble resisting giving him hugs, and right then, she didn't even try. Since the no clothes rule was still in effect, she knew that it was not really appropriate, but emotion ruled. His parents' next party with their group was the coming Friday at a different house, the same night as the last school dance of the year other than the Prom. The women wanted him to take his chances and go to the dance. He knew that he had no real chance of resisting. When he got to Carole's Monday after school, she let him in and told him to undress. He had hoped that with the first dance, he might be done with the nudity, but he made no objection. "Oh, your new shoes for the dance are in there. Put them on. You have four nights to break them in." When he came out of the bathroom where he left his clothes, he heard dance music playing. Rather than Claire, whom he expected to find, he saw all of the women. "Carole!" he exclaimed, recoiling a bit. "We have four nights to 'finish you off' for the big event. Pretend we are all girls just hanging around waiting to be asked for a dance. Hey, I guess that's just what we are! Anyway, pretend it's the dance." "You mean except for this?" and he indicated his hardon. "Well, all of this is so you won't get one of those at the dance." ------- It was a big surprise, all right. When Sean arrived after school Tuesday, he knew he would be dancing with all of the women again. As had become his habit, he walked into the house and shouted 'Hello'. "Get ready and come on in, Sean," Carole called out from somewhere. When he reached the dance area, his knees almost gave out. The five women were spaced around the room, chatting and acting like girls at a dance. The problem was that they were all naked. He was not able to mouth his objection, and none of the women said a thing to him. It was as if they did not notice him for over a minute. He finally realized that he was supposed to make a move. Not at all sure he could remember anything he had learned, he approached Claire, knowing that she had wanted this all along. ------- The excuse of a long job and the assurance that his homework was all done had worked for Sean again. He arrived at Carole's Wednesday afternoon knowing that he would be staying through dinner and into the evening. He had just gotten the water adjusted properly when Carole stepped in with him, naked. "I have permission from the gang to do this," she assured him, "but I would have done it anyway." With that, she started washing him. When she got to his raging erection, she did not just wash it. She gave him a very thorough hand job. She hugged herself against him tightly as he sagged against the shower wall, struggling for breath. As soon as he seemed to have recovered, Carole kissed him and told him "I don't have permission for this. Don't tell the others." With that, she sank to her knees and took him in her mouth. It was undoubtedly the fastest second come of his life. As she dried him off, she told him "Sean, Honey, we have something very difficult planned for you tonight. It will be your choice whether to do it or not. We all think that if you do, it will be a huge step in your confidence. "Waiting down the street in a car are three high school girls. Two of them go to your school, and you may recognize them. These girls live at Lindsey's, a place for good kids from intolerable home situations. Sound familiar?" He was not able to answer and she did not push him. "For reasons that they will explain to you later, these girls are familiar and comfortable with naked boys with hardons. They have heartbreaking stories, but they have all triumphed over tough situations. "I want to call the girls and tell them to come over. I want you to welcome them and introduce yourself. Then, I want you to practice dancing with each of them. They will stay for dinner and tell you their stories and all about Lindsey's." "Will I ... will I..." Seeing that he was having trouble even asking, she took pity. "Yes, Hon. You will be naked." "But if I see these girls at school..." "Remember what Rebecca told you a week ago? It is a real privilege for these girls to see your body. Be a confident man and give these nice girls that privilege. Believe me, they would never mention anything at school. They know about secrecy, I assure you." To say Sean was completely shocked was a real understatement. This was a huge step beyond anything that had happened before. Up until the previous week, the only women to see him naked were the five in the Gang. Because of the special bond with them and the knowledge of what they were doing to help him, exposing himself to them was, in a way, satisfying. They seemed to genuinely enjoy seeing him, and it was something he could do for them after all they were doing for him. Then, Carole had sprung Rebecca on him, the first stranger. It had been a surprise and he had been angry for a while. But Rebecca was such a wonderful person that he could not stay offended. Girls his age! Ones he would see at school! How could he do it? He would die of embarrassment. It seemed, though, that these girls had experienced something like he had, only worse. And how did they get used to naked boys with hardons? Curiosity alone was a motivator toward doing it. The real deciding factor, though, was Carole. He loved her like he had never loved another person. She believed he could do it. She believed it would help him. There was just no way he could say no to her, even as terrified as he was. When he almost staggered to the door to greet the girls, Carole was right behind him. Claire was with the girls, and came in quickly. The two women took him hands and pressed close to him. "Hello, Sean. My name is Missy," a tall girl said. "This is Erica and Essie. We are excited to help you with your confidence campaign. I have to say you are one brave dude." "N ... not really b ... b ... brave," Sean stammered. "Just determined." "Well," Missy went on, "whatever you call it, we love to dance, and Claire tells us you're pretty good. Wanna prove it?" Despite the two comes from Carole, Sean was hard before he opened the door, and it would be a while before he would even start to soften. The girls seemed determined to prevent any loss of rigidity. Missy, his first partner while Erica and Essie danced together, was all energy. She seemed ... joyful. He wondered why. His next partner was Erica, and he was afraid that he would come just from watching her. Her breasts were magnificent and she danced so they were always in arousing motion. Essie was the most classically beautiful of the three. Every little while as they danced, she would look down at his cock and grin from ear to ear. Claire just kept putting more and more music on and he kept going from partner to partner to partner. When Claire finally called a stop it was the first time he realized that he was flaccid and had been for several numbers. Carole sent him to the master bath to shower, and he needed it. She told him the girls were showering and changing in the guest bath. During dinner and for a long time afterwards, they shared their stories. Carole and Claire could not keep their eyes dry, and Sean fought it several times. He guessed that Erica and Missy had been chosen because they came from wealth like he did. When the girls left, he pulled Carole and Claire into one big hug and kissed them both right on the mouth. "I'm ashamed that I ever felt sorry for myself," he told them. "Will you be able to dance with the ones that show up Friday?" "Oh, wow! Sure. I can do that. They are all really nice." Thusday night's girls were Connie, Madison, and Jenny. Amazingly, he had talked his way out of dinner at home again. Connie's and Madison's stories were more than Sean could handle, and he cried over both of them. ------- Sean no longer felt at all guilty about what he was going to do as he said goodbye to his parents after dinner. As usual, they were a bit distracted as they got ready for the party. Now that he was looking for the signs, he was pretty sure that Nancy's suspicions were correct. They definitely were going to be doing something sexual. Despite a few butterflies because of a new experience, he felt good on the short walk to Carole's. When he arrived, she told him to shower so he could look and smell his best for his debut. Lovingly drying him and putting on deodorant, powder, and some cologne, she told him "We all polled our teenaged grandkids to find out what the most 'in' guys wear to informal dances. You're going to look so good in these!" Before taking him to her car, she hugged him and kissed him again. "You have brought so much love and excitement to my life in such a short time!" The dance was far from anticlimactic. In fact, he found that he felt better about himself than he ever had. As the women had instructed him, he danced with a number of girls, either thirteen or fourteen - he lost count. Also as instructed, he concentrated on girls who would be most pleased that he asked them, plus the three from Lindsey's who attended his school. He only asked girls that he knew at least somewhat. It was amazing to him how many girls only got to dance with other girls. They were always delighted to be asked. It gave him a great feeling. One high point of the evening came when he and his partner happened to dance near Tracey and her partner. The surprised look on her face, followed by her puzzled perusal of his dancing technique almost made him laugh. The fact that he felt no particular pull toward her was something he would have to think about. Upon his return to Carole's, he heard a call for him to undress and get out to the hot tub. He should have expected to see all five women there. As soon as he had found a place, Claire planted herself on his lap. She stared at the others as if daring them to question her. When he wriggled as if to minimize the contact between his hardon and her bottom, she reacted by maximizing the contact. That the sexual component of his relationship with the women was about to increase was not in doubt. The grilling they gave him lasted far beyond the recommended time for submersion in hot water. His mother had no clue that he had gone to the dance. ------- Chapter 9 "Time for another escalation," Carole announced at Sunday brunch after the dance. "Finally! All the way this time?" Claire chortled. Phyllis took over. "No, Claire. Not yet." "Why now?" Julie asked. "Well, he will be fifteen shortly, and the legal risk is greatly reduced. Besides, haven't you noticed that he is hard less of the time in the hot tub, lately?" Carole queried. "I was going to ask for permission to take that problem in hand," Claire deadpanned. The fact that the others were so familiar with her quips that it took an exceptional joke to produce more than a groan did not stop her from dropping the corny ones. "I don't think we should jump right to that," Carole said seriously. "We'll all benefit, though, Claire." "I want to teach him massage," Phyllis explained. "I'll start out straight, but we can let it move to sensual massage. We can tell by how he reacts to our old bodies whether he has any desire to go farther." In an unusually serious tone, Claire said "I love that kid. I want to see my friendship with him grow, and I want some good fucking to be part of that friendship." "Just like with a husband, you mean?" That chilled the debate a bit, and Phyllis was encouraged to proceed with her massage idea. Julie took the discussion in a whole new direction. "I have a particular interest in Sean's, uh, development. I've talked a lot about my son Dan's girl, Sarah. She'll be a senior next year, and it's pretty sad. She's just the sweetest thing, but so shy. Arlene, her mother, has kept her totally ignorant, sexually. No sex ed, no dances, no dating, strict control of TV and the Net. "Anyway, I have been trying to think of ways to have Sarah spend some time with Sean. He would be perfect to start opening her up as far as boys and sex." "Do you mean opening up like I want him to open me up?" Claire joked. "It would take a long time to get her to that point," Julie chuckled. "Don't be so sure," Phyllis warned. "If she is that repressed and put in a sexually charged situation, she could just lose herself. How many times have we heard about that?" "But Sean wouldn't do that to her," Carole objected. "If he was in control of himself," Julie corrected. "The more sexual experience he had, the easier it would be for him to do what was best for Sarah." "Look, girls," Nancy chimed in, "None of us buy the old 'only one man for life' total monogamy business. Those of us who were married were faithful while we had husbands, but outside of that..." "My Dan is the world's biggest argument for pre-marital sex," Julie insisted. "No one would have guessed Arlene's severe intercourse phobia from her behavior before they married. It almost makes Sarah a miracle child." "And that applies to Sean how?" Phyllis demanded. "A variety of sexual experiences can help him better choose a life partner," Nancy said. "Julie, tell us more about your Sarah and Sean," Carole suggested to change the subject. "I agree that he would be perfect to try to help your granddaughter out of her shell. The problem is how to get them together. Also, I assume she is seventeen, right? That's two years older than Sean." "But she looks more like fourteen, and knows less," Julie pointed out. "I don't know if Arlene's repressive attitude has anything to do with it, but she is behind in physical development. The age difference would not be an issue. Besides, I'm not talking about them going together. They live across town, you know." "Exactly what did you have in mind?" Carole asked gently. "Carole, all I really have is worry about Sarah turning out like her mother, and a thought that Sean could help her." "It's unlike you not to have a detailed plan already," Carole said. "You must really be concerned. Girls - strategy time." "Have you tried to do any sex education when Sarah visits you?" Claire asked. "I know you two are close and she comes to your house frequently." "I have been very cautious not to upset Arlene. You know, she thinks of me as a loose woman. Somehow, she heard about the guys." "What about Dan? Is he concerned about his daughter's backwardness? Can you get your son to stand up to Arlene on Sarah's behalf?" "I'm afraid he may be clueless about Sarah, but it seems like he has been doing more of that standing up to Arlene lately, and their marriage is showing some real strain," Julia told them. "I'm actually surprised they are planning a trip in a couple of months." "What's the problem with the marriage?" "I think the kids would say 'duh'! I love sex and so did my husband. Up until he met Arlene, Dan seemed to have an active sex life. I don't think he gets much, and it has to wear him down." "Has he said anything to you about it?" "Oh, how I wish I could talk to him like I do Sean," Julie lamented. "Why don't you just try doing it? It sounds like it's intervention time," Carole said. "I think you should talk to him just like you do to Sean." "Well, we've always had a pretty good relationship, so I guess ... Hey! You don't mean..." "Of course I do. Naked in the hot tub. If you do that, you will get his attention for sure." "I couldn't do that! He's my son! We've never ... we've always been modest, and..." "Julie, 'we've always' and 'we've never' need to be out the window if this is a truly serious situation. If he shows up to find you naked, will he take you seriously when you say you have something important to talk about? Damn right, he will!" Julie was aghast, of course, but soon the others were working on her full force. As it turned out, getting in the hot tub naked with her son was only the beginning from their devious, fertile minds. Before the 'Sean Project' was anywhere near finished, they were ready to start another one - maybe two. ------- Phyllis could make it to Carole's that evening, so they arranged for Sean to come over after dinner. He had spent the whole Sunday working to catch up for time lost the previous week, so it was an appropriate start. He no longer had to be reminded to strip as soon as he got to one of the Gang's homes, as long as there were no outsiders there. "I didn't shower before dinner. Give me a couple of minutes," he said rather wearily. He used the master bath, as Carole had always insisted, and when he came out, Phyllis had a portable massage table set up and was standing in position. "Sean, Honey, you really should have had massages long ago. I'm sure it would have helped some soreness. I hope you can understand why we tried to limit the touching." "So, you're not worrying about that any more? Great! I'm plenty sore tonight." After much discussion, they had decided he should have the full non-erotic treatment. That meant that Phyllis worked everywhere on both sides, except for his cock. When she turned him on his back, he was already as hard as stone, but the women acted as if it was customary - actually, it was. She did such a marvelous job that he actually wilted and fell asleep as she was finishing. They left him for a half hour until he came wandering out to where they were watching TV. "Do you feel refreshed enough to learn how to do that to Carole?" "I'd never be too tired for that," was the answer which earned him a searing kiss from Carole, just before she stripped down. For over twenty minutes, Phyllis showed him the most common techniques. She kept him strictly on Carole's back, shoulders, and neck for the first session. After a few minutes, he commented "This is how a woman's back is supposed to feel, isn't it?" Phyllis could not suppress a chuckle when Carole suddenly writhed her hips around on the table. "You can't rub your clit that way, Carole. It just won't work." Carole gasped and blushed over most of her body. Sean looked up at Phyllis with a quizzical expression. "Sean, a comment like that about her body will arouse any woman, guaranteed." "Oh, I was just thinking out loud." "That's what made it all the more arousing. It's what you really felt." When it seemed like a good stopping point had been reached, Sean said "Your turn, Phyllis. I can't wait to feel your back." It was not in the plan, but there was no way she was going to refuse. Over the next few days, Sean repeated the first lesson on the other three women. ------- The week after the dance, Sean was working at Nancy's and just enjoying the new confidence he felt. Late in the afternoon, Nancy called and asked him to come to the patio. There, he found Rebecca, dressed in what must be her office attire. "Should I go inside and undress, or just do it here?" he quipped. "Sean!" Nancy tried to scold around her giggles, "Rebecca just wants to ask you a favor?" "A favor where I can leave my clothes on? Wow!" "Well, sort of," Rebecca could not resist saying. "Oh, well. I knew it was too good to be true," he said dramatically. "So," Rebecca continued, "think you can meet girls OK without your cock exposed?" "Well, it was actually fun at the dance." "I've got two daughters, eleven and ten," Rebecca said. "We come over here to swim - and escape - a lot. Also, when summer comes, the girls will be here some whole days with Nancy. I thought we could arrange a time for you to meet them. That way if they are here when you are working, it won't seem strange." "Eleven and ten, huh? I have no experience with younger girls. Actually, I don't have experience with any girls, I guess. If I can wear a swimsuit, I shouldn't get too flustered, though," Sean commented. "Sean, Honey, the girls may be young, but they are precocious," Nancy told him. "If they are Rebecca's daughters, they would have to be," he said quickly. "Sean!" Rebecca exclaimed, trying to sound stern. "Nancy, I see how he got into the hot tub with you so easily - the others, too." "Rebecca!" Now, it was Nancy's turn to try to act upset. "Really, Sean, I always say the girls are eleven and ten going on thirty. Just treat them as if they were high school girls." Shifting the subject rather abruptly, Sean asked "You don't have a pool, Rebecca?" "Oh, we do. It's not completely private like Nancy's, and ... uh, well..." Sensing a sensitive topic, Sean interrupted. "With school and work, there isn't much time during the week." "Maybe an hour or so before you go home for dinner?" Nancy sggested. "And maybe on the weekend?" "That's a good idea, Nancy. Sean, if you can just fit in a little time, it will be a good way for you to get acquainted. I really want them to get to know you." "Okay, Rebecca. I'm going to leave it up to Nancy to tell me when to be here. Oh, and when I get to wear a suit." "The girls aren't here right now," Rebecca teased. "Good idea!" he enthused. "Last one naked is a rotten egg!" "Sean, no! I didn't mean..." Rebecca stammered before breaking into laughter. Sean left with no skinny dipping having occurred. As he went through the gate at the side of the house, Rebecca just stared after him. Nancy put her hand on her niece's shoulder and joked "Thinking about him as a future son-in-law?" Talking as if in a trance, Rebecca said "Why should one of the girls get him? I ... God, Nancy! What's wrong with me?" "Sounds like maybe terminal horniness to me," Nancy answered, still trying to keep things light. Then, in a serious tone "Anything new - good or bad?" "When was the last time there was anything good? You already know about the last time we had sex," Rebecca grumbled. All Nancy could do was put her arms around from behind Rebecca and hug her. "I'm afraid it is going to affect my practice, Nancy. Several times, I've been giving advice and I've almost had to stop. Nothing I've tried works for me. How can I suggest it to someone else?" "But you always tell people that they can't change their partners, don't you?" Nancy counseled. "You can't help Jason's ego problem." "Then I ask myself if I shouldn't value my marriage enough to quit my practice." "Alright, Rebecca, tell me exactly what you would tell some other wife who made more than her husband and was thinking about taking a backward step," Nancy said sternly. "Yeah, you're right. I'd just end up hating him for what I had to give up." "Are you sure he is being as faithful as you are?" "Doesn't matter. I would lose all credibility with myself if broke my vows. Then I really could not counsel anyone else. I have a feeling, Nancy, that resolution isn't too far off." "You're assuming he will be gone. That's why you want a male presence for the girls, right?" "Smarty-pants," Rebecca accused. Nancy responded with a quick tickle, and the two women who were as close as any mother and daughter purposely abandoned the somber mood. ------- Nancy did arrange for Sean to stop work early and come over one afternoon. After showering and changing into his swimsuit, he stood behind the patio door for a few minutes, just watching the girls. They seemed to be in constant motion. Nancy's bragging about their appearance had not been just idle talk. They were definitely still little girls, but they were slim, well-formed, and graceful. Just watching their slender legs and tight little asses as they scampered around the pool was more arousing than he would have suspected. The older one, Theresa, he remembered, had some definite soft protrusions on her chest, and the line from her armpits to her hips took a fetching little detour inward at her waist. While he watched, they were in and out of the pool a few times, and when they climbed out again, he went out to meet them. Later, Nancy was rather upset that she had no warning because the reactions were worth seeing. Ten-year-old Michelle spotted him first and hollered "He's here!" Turning in mid-scamper, Theresa froze at the sight of him, then went all demure and as lady-like as she knew how. Rebecca saw it and alerted Nancy. From the corner of his eye, Sean could see the women trying to stifle snickers. Since Theresa, especially, seemed immobile, Sean walked up to them. "Hi. I'm Sean Massey. I'm happy to meet you girls. You must be Theresa, and..." "I'm Mike," she blurted out. "She's Teri! She's only Theresa when she's in trouble. Then it's Theresa Marie Sanders." "MIKE!" Teri objected, trying to show ladylike disgust. "And who are you when you're in trouble?" he challenged. He got some quick verification of Nancy's claims about the girls' quick wit. "I can't remember. It's been so long since I was in trouble," Mike stated with a smirk that reminded Sean so much of Claire. It probably would have been best to consult with Rebecca before his next action, but Mike had definitely thrown out a challenge. As little as he knew about young girls, he still could not let that pass. They were completely unprepared for his lunge, and he was able get one of them under each arm. Within a few steps, they were splashing into the pool together. Somewhere on the way, Teri decided that demure and ladylike could be put off for later, and before the ripples died down, Sean was under furious attack. With the women watching, he let himself revert to their age in the pool. Purposely, he added his own shouts and mock roars to their giggles and squeals. Splashing, diving under water to surprise and tickle them, throwing them through the air, riding them on his shoulders; he did an admirable job of hiding the effects of several hours of yard work as he played with them. By the time he was in need of a break, they had attached themselves firmly to him. They were more than willing to suspend the horseplay to be wherever he was. Their father may have been stingy with physical shows of affection, but that had not affected their appetite for it. When he collapsed onto a lounger, they found ways to squeeze on with him. Mike unabashedly straddled one thigh. Teri used her hip to convince him to move as far to one side as he could. "God, Nancy! Was I as brazen as Mike when I was that age? Look at her! It's like she's trying to get herself off on his leg!" Rebecca was staring at the way her youngest was sitting on Sean. "I tell you what, Rebecca. If I was sitting like that and he flexed those huge thigh muscles, I'd go off like a rocket," Nancy mused. "Nancy!" Rebecca exclaimed too loudly, then giggled softly. Having never spent any time with pre-pubescent girls, Sean was amazed and delighted by turns. Considering himself an energetic person, he was amazed at the vast amounts of energy the pair had expended in the pool. It had not taken him long to discover that the more physical he was as they frolicked, the better they liked it. When they were playing, he could definitely see the little girl side. Now, as they sat chatting, the thirty-year-old side showed up, just as Nancy had joked. Both Teri and Mike could look at him and he would see all of the worldly wisdom and sexual prowess of Nancy and the others. He thought immediately of Claire, with her all-knowing, lustful smirk. How could girls who had not reached puberty be so damned sexy? As they were resting and chatting after the strenuous play, he got a glimpse of the girls' active, agile minds. As they talked, he really could not detect an age gap. Of course, their current experiences were different, but they asked about his life with apparently genuine interest. Several times, there were evidences of surprising knowledge of current events and issues. When his first rather brief visit with the girls ended, he was honestly looking forward to the next time. ------- For Sean's first time with the girls, Nancy and Rebecca had been by the pool, but they only watched. During the second play time, Sean got in a well-braced stance and tried very hard not to move at all as the girls jumped and pushed, trying to get him off balance. Nancy and Rebecca were unable to resist when the girls suddenly left the pool, ran to them, and dragged them to their feet. "You have to help us with Sean," Mike insisted. "We can't move him." Once in the pool, the women were, of course, very reluctant to wrestle the way the girls were. "You two aren't helping at all!" Mike complained after a few perfunctory shoves were the women's only contributions. "I think we had better get serious, here," Nancy whispered in Rebecca's ear. "We can make big points with the girls." "But..." "Honey, forget about Jason and his shit, for once. Just be a girl again for a little while," Nancy insisted, then followed her own advice. Something snapped in Rebecca. Later, she would not believe that she had really done it. With a shriek the equal of any the girls had released, she leaped at Sean. She was in front of him, and she used her hands on his shoulders to push herself up. As her charge carried her forward, her lower belly, just above her swimsuit bottom, pressed against his face. With nothing behind him to brace against, her weight and leverage did the trick and he went over backwards. As he sank, he made sure that she came under with him, and he held her down for quite a while. Even under water, they could hear the girls' delighted shrieks. That set the tone for several minutes of very unladylike roughhousing. Eventually, they all got out, breathing hard. The girls, of course, were still dancing around, ready for more. Rebecca could not help it. She unconsciously held Sean's hand as they plodded to the loungers. When Sean had left, the women went inside to fix dinner. "He has that effect on you, doesn't he?" Nancy prodded. "Huh?" "Sean. I saw you take his hand. It is just so natural." That made Rebecca sniffle. "I guess if you don't start a relationship with those feelings, it's really hard to grow them later," she lamented. "Jason and I had plenty of bedtime lust. I thought we were in love. After all these years, I'm discovering some things that were missing." "Look, Honey, I've said it before; if you need it, I'm sure the Gang would let you have one of the men for a while." "You know I can't do that, Nancy. The idea sure is tempting, though. They must treat all of you very well." "You know, of course, that Sean is still a virgin," Nancy explained. "It is a given that Carole will be his first." "Nancy! You can't mean..." "When he gets free of his mother, who knows what will happen." ------- When Sean had done a basic back massage on all of the women, they started over with Carole, moving down over her ass and her legs. Both Sean and Phyllis thought that when he first worked Carole's ass, he would ejaculate all over her. Somehow, he held it. His control increased with more practice. The next Sunday, the brunch discussion was very lively. "Maybe we should let him dress for the massages," Nancy suggested. Claire jumped out of her chair in a mock attack in response. "Well, with us on our backs, that's an awful lot of stimulation." "Aren't we glad of that?" Julie enthused. "I think it's time we start relieving him - getting him off. We can tell when he can barely stand it." There were some gasps at that idea. "Well, we know we're eventually going to be fucking him. Let's take it in steps. It will be interesting to see if he asks if he can return the favor." He did ask, as soon as he recovered from Carole making him come all over her tummy. The net result was that the entire schedule was accelerated. That did not mean that any of the essential learning about women's bodies and how they responded was skipped. He also received careful instructions on how the five women were different and how to maximize each woman's satisfaction. Sean had considered himself the luckiest kid alive just for the privilege of seeing all of the women naked. When the mutual masturbation became a regular event, it was almost beyond his comprehension. The most surprising part was how incredibly good it made him feel when he gave them orgasms. Contrary to the folklore among his teammates and less-informed friends at school, he felt no revulsion at all on his first attempt at cunilingus with Carole. He knew how fastidious all of the women were, but that was not the main factor. His feelings for Carole were so strong that nothing about her could be negative in his mind. Her incredibly strong reaction to his earnest but clumsy first effort made excelling at oral sex nearly as important to him as his wrestling goals. ------- Once or twice a week, Sean managed to spend some time with Rebecca's girls. Just making conversation, he mentioned one time how much he had enjoyed his first dance. Within a minute, the girls had music coming out of Nancy's patio speakers and were begging him to dance. They were barefoot on the wood surface of the deck, but that did not phase the girls. It was no surprise to him that they were pretty good at it. He idly wondered if dancing skill was embedded in female chromosomes. From then on, dancing became part of every visit. The second time, he asked Nancy, and she did not hesitate long. Seeing that, the girls were all over their mom to dance with Sean. He asked and she accepted. Because of the need to be home for dinner most of the time, the times spent swimming with the girls were quite short. They obviously looked forward to them, and Sean found himself more and more taken with the pair. ------- By the time school let out, Sean was busy nearly full time with yard work and other related tasks. When he had repaired some fencing and a gate for Claire, she spread the word, and her friends and neighbors came up with long lists of maintenance problems to be solved. Then, he fixed a clogged drain trap and a leaky faucet for Nancy, and more word was spread. As busy as he was, the most important thing on the agenda was preparing for the swingers' party at his parents' house. He had taken many digital pictures of the various rooms in the house, and the consultant had recommended camera placements. The biggest problem was deciding in what rooms to place cameras. The receiver could only support six, so choices had to be made. The final decision was three in the downstairs rec room, one in the first floor family room, and one each in the master bedroom and the en suite bath. Sean was concerned about the after party cleanup. He knew that the house was always immaculate when he returned home the next morning. There was too much chance of a camera being noticed during a very thorough cleaning. He told his parents that they would not see him until after dinner Saturday because he had so much work. His plan was to enter the house at three or four in the morning and retrieve the cameras. Of course, the two in the master suite would have to wait, but they were the most cleverly hidden. Thus, on the first Friday of June, Sean acquired over two thousand photos. Retrieval of the cameras went as planned, and he copied the digital images to multiple flash drives for safe keeping. The women refused to tell him how much the rental and training had cost, but he was quite sure that they had split two to three thousand between them. Saturday morning breakfast had been set up to review the pictures and plot Sean's 'liberation' strategy. When they were all together, Sean spoke out. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate the time and money you have all put in to help me. Nancy, you in particular have been unbelievable." "Oh, I haven't had so much fun since I lost my cherry," Nancy joked, then blushed. It was a line much more like Claire than Nancy. "Besides," she covered up, "it got you into my hot tub a lot." "Well, let me ask you all something," Sean said seriously. "Would it be better if I was the only one to see these pictures. I know you would be disappointed but think about it. If I can honestly tell my mother that she and I are the only ones who have seen any of the pictures, will she not be more likely to give in to what I want?" "Couldn't you just sneak me a few of the juiciest ones?" Claire quipped. "See, my mother doesn't know anything about any of you. Believe it or not, she has not even inquired about where I am doing all of this work. If, in the worst case, my parents tried to take legal action against my blackmail, wouldn't you all want to be, um, disassociated from it? I know you paid for the rentals, but I have done everything else. "I guess what I'm saying is that if you don't want to be true partners in the blackmail, this is your chance to back out." "It's sweet of you to think of us that way," Nancy spoke up, "but since everything went on my credit card, I feel like I am in it all the way. Besides, I want to be. Are the pictures good?" "I haven't looked yet," he admitted. "Why not?" "Well, if any of you want in, you deserve to see them when I do." That got him more kisses than he knew what to do with. Every one of the women wanted in. "You can just lie to your mother," was the main advice he got. They were at Carole's and she hooked her laptop to a large TV so they could all see. It took hours to go through them all. The majority were not at all interesting. Many were parts of sequences taken just five seconds apart, so they were almost duplicates. There were over two hundred that showed various people at least naked and often involved in some kind of sex. Three of the women and four of the men were very clearly shown in various combinations of intercourse. All five men were caught with erections. Melanie Massey had a well-cared-for body and a shaved crotch. What made the whole project a jackpot for Sean was that she wore a collar, and was usually shown in a submissive position, on a leash. The jewel of the photos was one of her on her knees being fucked from behind while she sucked another man. Neither man was Bert. Bert was quite the star, as well. Sean gasped the first time he saw his father's erection, quite long and curved upward. He was pictured fucking two of the women, neither his wife. When it was all over, Sean asked "Should I print some of just my mother, or my dad, too?" "You still plan to approach only your mother, like we talked, right?" Nancy asked. "That's right." "Well, it might be good to show your mother some of him. Wanting to protect his career would be additional incentive." "I remembered these numbers," Sean told them, and went back to show five different pictures again. "Those should definitely do the job," Nancy agreed. "I guess you can't confront her until you get the cameras from the master suite, right?" "Yeah. It will be at least Monday night for the cameras, but I have to catch her alone to use the pictures." "Do you plan to catch her coming out of the shower? Are you going to put a collar on her?" Those and a few other questions were tossed at him. "No, like we talked at first, just a few pictures handed to her should do the job. I plan to say as little as possible. Will you help me with a script?" ------- Bert flew out of town Wednesday morning, so Sean had the perfect setup. Unexpectedly, he was waiting for Melanie when she came home Wednesday evening. "As soon as you get changed, I have to talk to you about something important," Sean told his puzzled, rather concerned mother. When Melanie returned to the kitchen, Sean told her "Mother, please understand that I will not do anything to cause you harm or embarrassment. Nothing will change in this family except that from now on, I will be deciding where I go and what I do, and you will support me." "What in the hell are you talking about?" Melanie snapped. "Is this what that silly job of yours..." Before she could finish the sentence, Sean laid the most graphic picture of her right in front of her. While she was still trying to believe what she was seeing, he laid out four more of her or Bert. Then, he just waited. When she just stared at the pictures, then at him, he said "I'm not asking you to stop the parties. I'm not making you my slave, or anything like that. No one but you and I will ever see these. I will even allow you to question things I want to do, but I will have the final authority. As far as Dad is concerned, you will cover for me. Oh, until I have my driver's license, I may need occasional transportation, but I will try not to disrupt your lives any more than I have. "Just so you know, I have many, many more digital pictures of everyone at the parties, a lot of them in, uh, action. Multiple digital copies are stored in several safe places. "Now, can we be civilized adults about this? Will you agree to stop trying to control me, especially anything to do with sex? You must see that you have no right to say anything to me in that area." Melanie could only nod her head. Sean knew where an ashtray was and he had a lighter in his pocket. As he was preparing to destroy the pictures, Melanie grabbed the key one from his hand and clutched it to her chest as if it was a treasure. "I'm going to find something to eat somewhere else, Mother. I won't be home until just before Dad returns tomorrow night. You need time to think." As quickly as that, of course, after a lot of work and expense, Sean was effectively a free man. ------- Melanie Massey was a strong woman. She was also a woman who did not hesitate to indulge herself. If there was something she wanted, she felt that she was entitled to have it. Very seldom did she feel that anyone, ANYONE, had gotten the upper hand on her. Staring at the picture she had gotten from her son was devastating. First of all, she could not think of a way to regain the control she had always enjoyed over him. That alone was nearly enough to throw her into the first depression of her life. Even worse, though, was her persona in that picture. She was NOT a submissive! That one night, she had decided to play a role. That was a common thing at their parties, letting yourself be what you really were not. Now, her son thought of her as a submissive. He so graciously promised not to make her his slave. That he could even think that of her was incredibly galling. Her agile mind had been over and over her possible responses to Sean's coup. There really weren't many. She could do as he asked. If she did, her life could proceed pretty much as it had been. At least, it could if Sean did what he said he would do. What if he got angry and decided to reveal some of those pictures? She could refuse to give in. That would mean daring Sean to use the pictures. If he did, would he not be hurt as badly as they would? It bothered her that nothing they could do would actually hurt Sean. The fact that he could have done something like getting the pictures was incredible. It must have cost a lot. Where did he get the money? He must have had help. Who was it? What would happen if she did not go along and Sean tried to blackmail Bert, also? Would Bert have the balls to hang tough? There was something else bothering Melanie that she was barely able to admit. The fact that Sean did not try to make her do anything sexual was a blow to her. Was there no sexual interest in his mother? How could that be? All boys were supposed to lust after their mothers, and when she looked as good as she did... ! She definitely had feelings of desire for her son, and that was part of what drove her to treat him as she did. It was a form of denial of her lust. That evening was one of the few times that being alone bothered Melanie. She had a major problem, and there was no one she could talk to about it. None of her family or her friends outside the party group could ever learn about the parties. The women in the party group were not really friends that she associated with otherwise. What she really wanted, but could not admit, was to talk to Sean. She wanted to find out why he had done something so drastic. She had never paid any attention to what he felt, but now, she was curious. He must have some strong antipathy toward her, but why? He had everything he could want. At Carole's, she was telling Sean something he really did not want to hear. "Honey, a woman needs to talk about things. I know you only want her to leave you alone. I'm warning you that you are less likely to accomplish that if she is left with nothing but questions and suspicions." "But what could I say that would make any difference?" "To a woman, even just saying the same things over and over makes a difference," she counseled. "I've never thought of her as a woman." "I noticed that the night in the bathtub, remember? If she happens to suspect that, it could be tearing her up." "OK. If you think it is important toward getting her off my back, I'll go. Should I call first?" "Absolutely." "What should I say?" When Melanie answered the phone a little while later, Sean said, "Mother, I think I would like to talk a little more about our situation. May I come over?" "Why would you have to ask? This is your home." Sean found his mother sitting at the kitchen table with the picture in front of her. The first thing she said was "I hope you don't think that I am some sort of slave or submissive. It was a game I played just that night." "Why would I care one way or the other?" he asked with a shrug. She could not come up with a response to that. It hurt for some reason. What he thought about her did matter. "I can't understand how you could do something so terrible to us," she complained. "I don't understand how you could be into something as terrible as swinging," he shot back. "Is it because you are upset about our parties that you did it? How did you find out, anyway?" Here, he lied a little, attributing what Nancy did to himself. "I got suspicious because of a number of little things. I googled all of the people in the group and found out that the Gardners moved here about the time the parties started. A few calls to their former neighbors revealed that they left not exactly willingly." She just stared at him with her mouth open. This was definitely not the ultra-dominant mother he was used to. "What little things made you suspicious?" "Well, for one thing, you always check up on what I'm doing very carefully, except on party nights. For another, you never sleep late or have a hangover except after those parties. And at dinner before a party, you're always, uh, well, your nipples are always popped out." That last was something that was true, but that he had never deemed significant before. It was a great shot. Ridiculously, Melanie threw her arm across her breasts. "Sean! How do you know about things like that?" she shrieked. He was really on a roll. "Just because you did your damndest to keep me ten years old doesn't mean you succeeded!" he snapped back. He had to take several deep breaths to keep from launching into the diatribe that wanted to be let loose. She did the drowning fish bit for a few moments before asking almost plaintively "Did you really feel like we were doing that?" "No, actually I felt like YOU were keeping a lid on me so I didn't do anything you had to deal with. Let's be honest here. Dad isn't a factor. As long as I'm not making him proud with sports, he'd as soon forget me. You feel some obligation as a mother, so you try to keep it to as little interference with your life as possible." He would never expect his mother to get weepy and pleading, and she did not. He would expect anger and harshness, and after a surprising time without it, her natural mode returned. "How ungrateful can you be?" she snarled. "We give you everything you want and you go and pull something like this. So I didn't let you do some things you'd like to do - BIG DEAL! I'm still the mother here and I'm not letting you run wild. That is not going to happen!" "You weren't listening earlier, were you?" he shouted over her. "I'm not going to run wild. I'm just going to start doing normal high school things like dances and dates and hanging out at the mall and talking to friends on the phone and getting more Internet access than a ten-year-old and taking drivers' ed with my age group and..." "What are you talking about? You aren't old enough for drivers' ed." "But you had no intention of letting me take it when I was old enough, and don't try to lie about it." She failed to suppress the brief flash of guilt that verified his accusation. "You kept me from doing all of those other normal things, and that all ends right now. "My grades will stay up and the cops will never know who I am. No drinking, no smoking, no drugs. Nothing that will cause you any trouble. I will just do the things normal high school kids do. YOU WILL STAY OFF OF MY BACK!" "And if I don't? Would you really risk your lifestyle by giving out those pictures?" she challenged. "In a heartbeat," he snapped. "There is nothing here that it would destroy me to lose. Besides, I don't have to risk your jobs right away. The first pictures go to Grandma Proctor." That actually made Melanie gasp. Her lifelong quest to please her mother had shaped her personality as much as anything else. One look at those pictures and her mother would consider her forever a failure. Melanie's anger had been quenched, but she could not reveal how much she had been wounded. She changed the subject. "Who helped you get those pictures? Where did you get the money?" "I think I have told you all that I should. Only one thing matters here - do I have to give out any pictures?" She stared at her son for a long time, unable to keep defeat from joining anger in her expression. Finally, there was capitulation with a simple 'No'. Mother and son actually carried on a more meaningful conversation than he could remember for the next hour. They stayed away from the pictures and the deal. They talked about his workouts, his hopes for wrestling, and his lawn care business. When she asked what he was doing with the money he earned, he deflected it as best he could. While they had been talking, he had been debating with himself. Finally, he decided that his leverage prevented any negative reaction. "Mother, I have already been doing some of the normal things you tried to keep me from. That night of the party at the Warners', I went to the school dance." "Dance? What fun could that be when you don't know how to dance?" "That's another normal thing I have been doing without you knowing about it -learning to dance." "With a girl?" "That's the usual way." "Who is she? Do we know her family?" "It's no one girl. I don't have a girlfriend, and I don't have time for one right now. All girls love to dance, and most are happy to teach a guy." There were more questions, many unanswered or partially answered. Most of the talk was about things that Melanie had never bothered to find out about her son. When it was apparent that Sean would be leaving soon, Melanie managed to ask for something that had been on her mind all evening. "Sean, could you, uh, could I have some more pictures of me at the party? I assume you have looked at all of them." If he had had a list of the least likely discussion topics, that would have been at the very top. "Is it OK if I email the jaypegs to you?" he managed to answer without too much of a pause. He had to leave her with one parting shot. "I will consider it breaking our agreement if I find out that you are investigating who I am associating with or who I work for. All you should worry about with me is that my grades are good and that I am not embarrassing you in any way." ------- Chapter 10 While Sean had been meeting Rebecca's girls, working out fanatically, completing school, getting more and more into his new business, and taking the final step in winning freedom from his mother's stranglehold, the Gang had launched the 'Dan Project' at full speed. They had made sure that Sean knew nothing of this new involvement. They did not want anything to distract him. Besides that, what they had planned for Dan was more than Sean was ready to hear about. It was the Monday after Sean's first dance that Julie voiced her concern about Sarah and about Dan's marriage to the others. The Gang started working on her immediately and mercilessly. It took a whole week for her to work up the courage, but the following Monday, Julie nervously followed up on the plan the Gang had finally gotten her to accept. She called her son, Dan, and asked him to come over after supper. Even though she gave no reason, he agreed. He was so busy wondering why she had called him that he did not question why she stood behind the door as she opened it for him. When he was inside and she shut the door, he could see that she was naked and trembling. She let him stare open-mouthed for a few moments, then said "Let's get in the hot tub, Danny, I've got something really serious to talk to you about." He hissed in surprise and stood frozen. The Gang had discussed his possible reactions, and she quickly undid his shorts and pushed them and his underwear down. "Mom!" he objected, grabbing to pull his pants back up. She was not strong enough to have stopped him, but when she took his hands in hers, he quit trying to cover himself. "What's going on, Mom? Why are you doing this? We've never..." "I probably should have done this when I looked a lot better," she told him, lifting his golf shirt over his head, his shorts and briefs still around his legs. "We need to talk about some stuff where being naked will let us communicate better." "Communicate better? I don't know if I will be able to even talk!" he complained. She knelt and took off his sandals, then helped him free his legs. Standing back up, she looked him up and down and smiled. "I done good, didn't I? You've kept yourself in good shape, Honey." "Me? What about you, Mom? You sure don't look like you're ready for Medicare." "Danny! Don't go skipping any years like that. Besides, just how bad is sixty-one supposed to look?" "I guess your friends know what they're doing with the exercise and nutrition, huh?" he commented. "They are all brilliant women. They know what they're doing about a lot of things. Us standing here naked is part of a plan that they worked out," she admitted. "Why? What's to important that you had to... ?" and he just gestured at her nakedness. Taking his hand, she said "Let's talk in the hot tub. I think we will be more comfortable when we're less exposed." He looked around nervously as they crossed the part of the patio that was not completely hidden from a couple of other houses. "Is this vacation trip a last-ditch attempt to save your marriage?" she demanded as soon as they were seated in the tub. He just looked at her long and hard before his shoulders sagged and he admitted "For me it is. Of course, she doesn't see that we have a problem except for my demands for sex." "Does she give in to those demands?" "Only very occasionally." "How many times in the last three months?" she asked, hoping that she had not gone too far. "I don't think I should talk about that," he objected. "Look, Honey," she scolded, "I think you've been refusing to talk or think about a huge problem for a lot of years. I think you can remember from when you lived at home that your dad and I had big sex drives." "Th ... that was no secret," he admitted. "So," she went on, "either you did not inherit your libido from either of us, or you're just suppressing it to stay with your wife. Or maybe you've found another outlet." "Mom, I've stuck to my wedding vows." "And just done without," she countered. "Pretty much," he conceded. "How often do you relieve yourself? How do you keep it from Arlene?" "Mom! What the hell is going on? We've never talked about this stuff!" Julie sighed heavily, then looked up at her son. "I'm going to tell you the whole story. You can stop anything from happening, but I sincerely hope you can see how important this is. I'm very concerned about Sarah" "Why, what's wrong with Sarah?" he demanded, concern showing. "It is not right for a high school senior to be as completely ignorant about sex and male/female relations as your daughter is. She could be vulnerable to some smooth-talking jerk and either get left pregnant and alone, or end up in a lousy marriage. It happens over and over to unprepared girls, Dan." "It's not that bad, Mom. It cant' be. Sarah's such a good kid." "Oh, she's a wonderful girl. But she has hormones. Somehow, all of those hormones have been held in check, but what happens when they finally break loose. They will, you know. It's inevitable. Poor Sarah won't have a clue how to react." "I guess you have a plan to try to cure her ignorance?" he asked skeptically. "It can't be cured overnight, Hon, but I want to start. I really love that girl, you know." "Yeah, you two have always had a special connection, haven't you?" he responded. "I want Sarah to stay with me while you go on vacation. There is an absolutely wonderful young man who has been working for all of the women in our little group. He is younger than Sarah, but he is so thoughtful and respectful. Besides that, he is a wrestler and has a very nice build. "My plan is to have him working on a major project that will keep him around while Sarah is here. He will understand my concerns about her and will try to help her come out of her shell and dispel some of her ignorance." "And just how will he be 'dispelling her ignorance?" Dan asked testily. "Dan, how much experience with boys should a well-adjusted high school senior have?" "We don't want her doing things just because all of the other girls do," he said firmly. "Did you mean 'we don't', or 'Arlene doesn't'? Would you want Sarah to end up just like her mother, making some other man as miserable as you are?" "I never said I was miserable!" "Some things, a mother can just tell." "OK, so you want to help 'educate' Sarah. From that, how did we get to all of these questions about my sex life?" he asked. "In a week or so, I could only make a small start at reducing Sarah's shyness and building her confidence. What happens when she's back under Arlene's iron fist?" "Mom, you make Arlene sound like a monster! She's not." "No, but in the area of sex, she is dangerously misguided. Tell me, Hon, what would happen to Sarah as she is right now if she was away at college?" Dan was very quiet, and after a long time with no answer, Julie exploded. "Arlene is not going to let her go to college, is she? She's going to keep her controlled and ignorant, isn't she? And you're going to let her do that?" "Well, I..." "Look," Julie said firmly, "You have a right to accept a life that is much less fulfilling than it should be. That is a decision you can make. As a mother, it pains me to see it, but as long as I know that it is your choice, I can accept it. "But when you start passing the misery down to the next generation, it is very hard for me to accept. How often does Arlene orgasm?" "WHAAAAT? Mom, that's going too far!" "I'm serious, Son. I'm pretty sure you made girls come when you were younger, didn't you? You could tell how wonderful it felt for them, couldn't you?" "Guess I didn't hide much, did I?" he quipped. "Now, you don't have to answer me, but here's is my guess. You never made Arlene come until you were married. Then, after a few times, she said she didn't like it because she felt out of control. Is that about right?" "Shit!" "Is that the kind of life you want for your sweet daughter?" "You know I don't, Mom. Do you really think Sarah is headed that way?" "How many boyfriends has she had?" "I guess she's never had one," Dan admitted. "How many dates?" "You know Arlene won't let her date." "So, Arlene will make Sarah into a clone of herself, then," Julie said with exaggerated resignation. Dan hung his head and shook it slowly. "Do I really let her run over me like that?" "When it comes to Sarah, I'm afraid so," Julie said gently. He was again quiet for a long time. "Sarah will be here during our vacation," he announced suddenly. "It would be good if her cousin Jess could be with her," Julie said. "Girls do things better in groups, huh?" he observed. "Do you think the vacation will make any difference for you and Arlene?" "After all these years, I'm afraid to be optimistic." "Are you going to really try? Are you going to try to seduce her?" Julie asked. "I ... damn, Mom! I shouldn't have to seduce my own wife, should I? Are you suggesting that I should just divorce her?" "Danny, you're all grown up now. You get to decide what you want your future life to be like. You may decide that divorce is worse than near celibacy. You may decide that all of Arlene's other qualities make the lack of sex bearable. I can't answer those question for you. "My concern right now is for Sarah. She isn't able to make good decisions for herself about those things. A girl should be allowed to deal with her hormones on her own with some loving guidance. She should not be like a puppet." "A puppet. Completely controlled by her mother," Dan mused. "I can't honestly say what's going to happen to our marriage, Mom. I can tell you that we will be doing some serious fighting over Sarah dating. You scared me when you said she would turn out just like Arlene." "That's great, Hon. I'll help Sarah any way I can," Julie assured him. After saying that, she stretched both arms up over her head in a way that brought her breasts up out of the water. He definitely noticed, but did not attach any particular significance to it. He should have guessed that it was a signal. Very shortly, Carole and Phyllis came walking out to the tub, naked. Julie had made sure that Dan was facing the house and it was still light outside, so he watched them all the way. "Nice to see you again, Dan," Carole said casually. "It must be at least two years since we saw you last," Phyllis added. "Why do I get the feeling that this has all been set up," Dan was able to ask. "Good guess," Carole said with a grin as she sat on the edge of the tub. "We understand that live, naked female flesh has not been too available for you, so we wanted to help," Phyllis chimed in. "We thought of hiring some strippers, but we didn't really know any. The others decided that Carole and I were the least wrinkly and saggy of the group, besides your mom, so..." She spread her arms and widened her stance, still standing at the edge of the tub. Her sturdy but well-proportioned and beautifully-conditioned body belied her nearly sixty years. Her fat, bare, tightly-closed labia gave away her own excitement by their slight darkening. Without saying anything, Julie got out and went in the house. As she did so, Carole and Phyllis moved so Dan's view of his naked mother's retreating backside was not obstructed. When Julie entered the house, Carole stepped into the tub and straddled Dan's lap. Not saying anything, she pressed her torso forward against him, with her head on his shoulder and one hand feeling his fully engorged cock. Phyllis got in the tub next to Dan and put and arm around him. The three were silent and still for many seconds before the women stood and grabbed Dan's hands. When they tried to pull him to his feet, his face flushed and he resisted. "Come on, Dan. Just let us see your hardon. Of course, we can make it go away if you'd rather. We hoped that you wouldn't waste it just shooting off in the tub, though," Carole said as she reached down to fondle him briefly. "Both of us would like to feel that beauty up inside of us." "C ... Carole! Don't!" Dan protested. "I c ... can't ... Mom..." The women knew that they had him at that point. He had not worried about being unfaithful, just about what his mother would see. "By now, Julie is on her way to Nancy's house, so don't worry. She desperately wanted to be in on this, but we all decided that might be a step too far." "What do you mean b ... by 'this'?" he quavered. "For the next hour or so," Phyllis told him, "we are going to have as much sex as you are willing to give us." As she talked, she rubbed the back of his unresisting hand over her smooth crotch. "I've never cheated," he insisted. Again, Carole was encouraged because he did not say "I can't cheat." She used some of the same words that she had used on Sean months before. "Dan, you are a fine, virile sexual animal. It excites us women to be with such a fine specimen. You have had no chance to exhibit your full sexual prowess for a long time. We want to send you on vacation with memories of how life with a woman could and should be." "Are you all trying to break up my marriage?" "Only if that's what you decide is best for you. We just want to be sure you have all of the facts to make that decision. Now, come on. Stand up and show us. Please!" Ever since his mother bared herself, Dan's muted objections and rather easy compliance had shown how desperate he was for sexual activity. Truth be told, he had nearly erupted from Carole's quick assessment of the size of his erection. That was not like him at all. Resisting their tugs for only a moment, he gave up and stood. He could not look either woman in the face as his cock bobbed in front of him with his heartbeat. It would have been impossible to completely script an encounter like theirs, but the group of women had talked about several options at different stages. It was apparent that Dan was very close to ejaculation. With just a few strokes, they were sure that he would release. If he came, though, the pressing arousal would be relieved. In other words, more blood could get to his brain. If he thought too much about it, he might refuse to proceed further. With a discreet signal, they guided him back to sit on the edge of the tub. Phyllis straddled him with her back to him. Carole knelt and held his cock as Phyllis let herself down onto him. Just the excitement of their exposure had aroused her enough so she was plenty moist for insertion. As Phyllis was working herself down onto him, Carole squeezed the base of his cock, hoping to stave off his climax for just a while. She succeeded enough so that Phyllis was able to use her strong legs for several strokes before he let loose with a groan. The groan was partly for his amazement and chagrin at how quickly he had come. Early ejaculation had never been a problem for him. Quite the opposite was true, in fact. The scenario just played out was actually the preferred one that the women had devised. It had the huge advantage of getting the issue of penetration - of actual adultery - out of the way quickly. The deed was done. Now, maybe they could get him to enter into some more sensual activities without the issue of faithfulness being such a roadblock. In their group, Nancy and Phyllis were blessed with the most impressive breasts, other than Julie. For that reason, Nancy had almost been included. It was decided, however, to go with the two whose bodies overall showed the fewest effects of age. Making Dan's marriage situation even more cruel, Arlene had a very fine figure, well proportioned and not overweight. The plan was for Carole to pull his face between her breasts at the time when remorse might set in. Just a glimpse of the competing emotions on Dan's face made it easy for her to wrap him in the classic comforting hold. He really was a good man, deprived and conflicted. Carole held him until his breathing steadied. None of the three said a word as Phyllis pulled off of him. At yet another signal, the women sat beside him on the tub edge. Carole took his shaft in her fingers and Phyliis gently cupped his testicles. In a contemplative voice, Carole mused "One of the things I missed the most from my marriage is this privilege. I could sit and hold his penis for hours. Most nights, I fell asleep with my hand around him." "I miss that, too. It got so it was as natural as holding hands," Phyllis added. "We women are fascinated by our men's sex organs They represent something vital to us as women, and we love to touch them. It's possessive in a way, but loving, too." The women could hear him start to say something twice, then just close his mouth. Finally, Phyllis said softly "Arlene doesn't touch you, does she?" He just hung his head. Carole got in front of him, spread his legs, and knelt. She quickly leaned over and took his almost-limp shaft in her mouth. He stiffened and hissed, but Phyllis took the moment to press one of her distended nipples into his gaping mouth. "Shhhh, Honey," Phyllis cooed softly. "Just relax and enjoy it. Bet it's been a looooong time since you felt a mouth on your cock, hasn't it?" He could only groan in response. She kept one hand holding his head to her breast while her other hand teased one of his nipples. In a surprisingly short time, Carole stood up and tugged on Dan's hand. "Let's go in the house," she urged him. He stood up to their combined leading and looked around almost frantically for a towel. They just pulled him toward the patio door. Once inside, slow dance music was already playing and Carole plastered herself to him and literally willed him to dance. She could feel him try to pull back as his cock bumped into her belly. Not having any of that, she pointed the shaft upward and put one hand on his ass to keep them pressed together. "Dan, women love the feel of a cock that they've made hard. Don't try to keep it away from me, please." After another minute of dancing, she said "You know, you should be proud. For a forty-year-old guy's cock to stand up at such an angle is really great. Usually, it's just teenagers who do that." When one song finished and another started, he seemed to become more aware and started actually dancing. Of course, bare feet on carpet is not ideal, but the feel of naked bodies moving in rhythm together overwhelmed any other feelings. Midway through the second song, Phyllis pressed herself to his back left side, wrapping one arm around him and the other around Carole's upper back. Her bare crotch moved against his butt cheek, and her breasts were against his rib cage. Sensing that his arousal was reaching the critical point and not wanting to waste his erection, Carole broke up their dance and both women led him to the bedroom. The next part was critical. In the bedroom, the covers were already thrown back, and Carole fell onto her back, pulling him down with her. She pulled his cock right to her opening and Phyllis used her considerable strength to make sure he got on top of her and entered her. Consciously or subconsciously, he must have wanted to be in her because there was almost no hesitation. The Gang had decided that a key to the whole encounter was to show him women eager for sex and unashamed to go after it. Carole did not have to pretend at all. The sessions with the four men had removed any hesitancy or any false need for restraint. Furthermore, Dan had a nice body and seemed to respond well to them. She could not help feeling some natural sympathy for him, and a feeling of filling a need always added another element to sex. As soon as she was sure that he was securely into her well-lubricated passage, Carole wrapped her legs around his thighs and began simultaneously thrusting at him and pulling him toward her in the way that only a female body can do. The Gang had discussed what kind of words should be said during intercourse. After a lot of debate, it was decided that Carole should speak tenderly yet seductively, while Phyllis, as the 'cheering section', should be more crude. "Oh, Dan, Dan, Dan! That feels just wonderful!" Carole exclaimed. She ran her hands over every part of him that she could reach, and told him "All of those wonderful muscles working so hard to make me feel so good! Mmmmmmm!" Carole babbled on for a little longer and when she stopped, Phyllis began running her hand over his ass and down the crack to his sac. "You don't have to be gentle and considerate with Carole, Big Fella. If you try to fuck the shit out of her, she'll love it. She's still got her womb, so see if you can shove that gorgeous prick right up into it. Pretend you can still make a baby in her. God, it's nice to feel your ass muscles flex!" Carole gave out a couple of little whimpering noises and shook a little. "We didn't expect you to take care of Carole first, this time, Stud. But you know what? She can come from fucking, the lucky bitch! When you pound into her, make sure you really mash her clit. That'll get her off, for sure. Hey, you're doing great! That's a lot of strokes without coming. Guess it helped that I took a load off of you, huh?" The talk must have affected Carole even more than it did Dan. She began whimpering more and breathing very erratically. Rather than the smooth stroking and caressing of his back that she had been doing, she began grabbing and clutching spasmodically. That lasted only about thirty seconds before she she bowed her slender body and began flexing so hard that she threw him around. Her tremors were accompanied by a series of little whining grunts. Apparently, her orgasm so amazed Dan that his own escalation was aborted. By the time she stopped shaking and pulled his face down for a torrid kiss, he had not come. She did not say any intelligible words for a while, just tried to suck out his tongue. Perhaps feeling some strain on his arms, he rolled them to their sides. Becoming more aware, she told him "You, Sir, are a first-class Stud. That was an outstanding fuck! You didn't come, though, did you? Didn't you like it?" "Like it? God! It was unbelievable. I was just so blown away that I kinda froze," he explained. "Well, that's OK. You can put another load in Phyllis, then," Carole said with a smile and another kiss. Phyllis was already getting up on her hands and knees. Her smooth-skinned, well-muscled ass would be the envy of any thirty-year-old, so the rear entry position had been chosen for her. Still breathing heavily, Carole got on her knees and urged Dan to get behind Phyllis. It was obvious that the position was new to him, but Carole gentled him through entry and showed him how to hold Phyllis's hips and stroke into her. Because he had not come in Carole, Phyllis expected him to come rather quickly in her. She had started masturbating herself before Carole's orgasm. Now, she put her head down and worked her clit for all she was worth. It took some time for Dan to get the feel of just the right rhythm, so his arousal held steady for a while. This gave Phyllis a chance to get quite close, and when he got in a groove, it put her over. He, however, still did not come, but just kept pumping and pumping. After a few more minutes, she came again, this time much, much harder. That brought him along, too, and they collapsed down in a sweaty, panting mass. At that point, no one felt like saying much, so Carole got to her feet and managed to haul the others upright and tow them back to the hot tub. The women sat plastered tightly against him. Dan was the first to speak. "How did you know I would actually have sex with you? How did Mom even know I would get naked with her?" "We didn't know anything for sure. We had plans for a lot of different possibilities. We really hoped that you would do what you did," Phyllis answered. "Dan, I'm amazed," Carole said. "Apparently, you don't have sex that often, but you kept yourself from coming for quite a while. How did you do that? Was it because we aren't that sexy to you?" "Are you kidding? You're both ... unbelievable," he assured them. "It's always been a problem when I do have sex with Arlene. She wants me to hurry up and be done, but it always takes me a while." "You don't have any trouble staying hard, though." "Well, after two times, I will, now," he declared. "You should never say something like that to a horny woman. We take it as a challenge," Phyllis chided. Instantly, both women had part of his genitals in hand. He did not swell immediately, and they were just gentle and loving, not trying to arouse him. "You know that what just happened was simple fucking, not making love," Carole said. "Yeah. I guess that is what I needed, though." "Do I take it that Arlene is loving and affectionate, but objects to actual sex?" Phyllis asked. "Have you been watching, or what?" he joked sourly. "What about nudity? Do you get to see her naked very often?" "Some. It's not like she's ultra-modest or anything. If I can just look at her when she's undressed and not make any moves, she seems pretty comfortable. "But she hugs and kisses and cuddles willingly?" "Sure. I never would have even dated her if she hadn't." "What about petting?" "Over her clothes, I can caress her breasts or her bottom. She seems to enjoy it. But if it's any thing that she thinks might be, um, foreplay, she gets spooked." "Does she ever touch your penis?" "Only to help me into her when she's decided she has no choice but to go along." With a dramatic sigh, Carole said "Well, we would love to keep you all night and play, Dan, but that would not be smart. Let's go inside so you can get home." When they had gone back out to the hot tub, Phyllis had flipped a light switch that was a signal. When they entered the house, Julie greeted them, dressed. Dan tried to cover up, but his mother quickly wrapped him in a hug. "Dan, Honey, I hope you aren't angry with us for making you be unfaithful. That's not why we did it at all. The main reason is that we wanted you to see a contrast with Arlene. You need to decide which way you want sweet Sarah to grow up. We're not going to say any more, now. You think about what happened and what we said and we'll talk soon." ------- The morning after the session with Dan, Carole called him at work and practically ordered him to meet her for lunch. "Your mom really wanted to talk to you about this, but we all decided that this was better. Are you suffering pangs of conscience after last night?" "Of course I am. But somehow, it's not ... I couldn't call it real remorse." "That's good. The last thing we wanted was to add to your problems," she assured him. "Why did you risk it, then?" he prodded. "Your mom is very, very concerned for Sarah, and for you. She convinced us that some kind of an intervention was needed. Would you disagree?" "Well, I guess you can learn to live with most anything. And because I had convinced myself I was OK, I didn't even think about Sarah. That was wrong of me." "Have we, uh, opened Pandora's box, so to speak?" she asked. "Well, I definitely do not want my daughter to turn out like her mother. I'm not really sure how to prevent that, but I'll bet Mom has some plans. As for me; it was strange getting in bed with Arlene last night. I just hope she couldn't detect the difference." "Wives are pretty good at that, you know," Carole warned. "Yeah, but I've been, uh, managing my feelings, my desires, ever since I found out her attitude toward sex. I don't think I came across as any different." "But you definitely felt different?" "I'm afraid so. What did you expect. You two really blew my mind," he declared. "We want you to know that Phyllis, Claire, Nancy, and I will be happy to 'take the edge off' anytime you need it. There's only one requirement." "There's always a catch, isn't there?" he quipped. "What's the catch?" "We think Arlene should know that you are going to other women for what she won't give you." "Wow! How in the hell could I ever do that? It would destroy her!" "Do you really think so? Or would she just be relieved that the pressure was off her?" "No way! She feels like she owns me. She does not see sex as important enough to cause any real problem between us." "Then you are at fault for not making it a bigger problem sooner," Carole scolded. "Maybe I'm OK being a monk who happens to be married." "Bullshit! Maybe you would never seek out another woman, but I think you should find the right time to ask Arlene if that's what she wants you to do." Dan shook his head in amazement. "Look, Dan, I don't want to scold, but what if with a little more forcefulness, you could have been having monkey sex with Arlene three times a week since you were married? What if you had not just conceded when she didn't want to do it? What if you had worked and worked at arousing and satisfying her until she became almost a nympho?" "Well, I didn't," he said belligerently. "If I was wrong, I guess I've just made my own bed. Why in the hell should I screw everything up by making a battle of it now?" "Well, the first reason is Sarah." He hung his head. "Yeah, I guess she's an innocent victim, isn't she?" "The second reason is Arlene's biology. She is about at her sexual peak, believe it or not. As our fertile years wind down, it's like our bodies get frantic to satisfy the mating urge while we still can." "If this is her peak - God!" "Don't blow it off. There are lots of cases of supposedly frigid women who get to her age and go out and have affairs. Know why?" "Not a clue," he said rather grumpily. "Because they had set patterns in their marriages of no or limited sex. When their bio clock starts driving them almost back to teenaged hormones, they just can't change the relationship with their husbands. It would be like admitting they were wrong. Maybe they're afraid their husbands would think they had become sluts. "To make it worse, the husbands are too often not prepared to accept and welcome their wife's new sexuality. They carry too much of a chip on their shoulder for the lost years. Just one snide remark could easily quench the newfound libido of a confused, struggling wife." "I thought you were a broker or something, not a shrink," he said, completely serious. "Strictly amateur, strictly amateur. Too much time on my hands," she demurred. "I thought you were busy making Mom and all her friends rich," he teased. "Hey! Stop changing the subject. Try this scenario. What if Arlene is right now battling that sexual peak, but is afraid to change anything for all the reasons I mentioned. Then, what if you could come up with a plan to open her up little by little. What if you could work up to being able to fuck her like you did me. How much effort would that be worth?" "Carole, that's just too much to believe." "So, you're one of the husbands that has given up. If she does want to change, you won't be there to help." He stared hard at her. "How the hell am I supposed to change her?" "You've got a vacation coming up. What better time? What if we help you with a plan?" "We? As in you and Phyllis?" "And your mom and the other two." "I guess you all enjoy making these plans, don't you?" "It's a very woman thing," she said with a giggle. "Uh, Carole. The other night you said that, um, Mom would have, you know..." "You mean your mother would have fucked you if that's what it took to save Sarah? Definitely." "But ... but she's not like that!" "Not like what?" she challenged. "Not concerned for her family? Not dying inside when she sees their problems? Not willing to violate a strong personal belief to save you and Sarah from what she sees as bleak, unhappy futures? Let me tell you, Dan, she is EXACTLY like that!" "She's really that concerned?" he asked with wide eyes. "Did you think this was all for fun? Did you think us gals do stuff like this just for kicks?" "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to ... Shit! It's just hard for me to imagine getting that concerned about someone else's problem." "I guess you don't understand women and close friendships, then. When one of us hurts, we hurt for her. Julie is really, truly hurting for Sarah, and for you. Of course, when the solution gets us royally fucked, it makes it even easier to help a friend," Carole finished on a light note to reduce the sting of her comments. "Would your gang want to help me, uh, plan a way to loosen Arlene up? I really do love her, you know." "That's a stupid question, Dan," Carole said with a grin. "A chance to meddle in someone's marriage and maybe bring about a romantic miracle - what a terrible thing to ask of a woman!" "Our vacation is in six weeks. How much can happen in that time?" he asked. "Rememeber, Hon, we're all supposedly retired, with time on our hands. Besides, because of Julie, this would become the most important thing we have to do. How long is your lunch hour every day?" "I can make it about as long as I need it to be," he told her. "Why?" "From now on, you are meeting with the 'Gang of Five' every lunch hour. Claire's house is closest to your work, so we'll meet there. We'll have lunch for you." ------- Rebecca Sanders thought that she had heard a little bit of everything in her practice as a consulting psychologist, but she was wrong. Of course, some of the wildest had already come from her Her Aunt Nancy's Gang of Five. Now, one of the Gang, Julie Cashien, had paid her a nice fee to meet with the Gang at a house for lunch. After listening to the women's plan and what they wanted her to do, she felt a little like 'Alice Through the Looking Glass'. "I will feel bad about embarrassing him like that," she protested. "You don't need to worry about that," Carole stated. "It's part of our plan to build up his confidence. You know we've done things like it before and we know it works. He is very motivated and he trusts us." "But his mother..." Rebecca suddenly realized how silly it was for her, after twelve years of practice, to even think in such staid, traditional terms. Family nudity was certainly something that should no longer surprise her. "Will you expect me to strip for the hot tub, too?" she asked, managing to sound matter-of-fact about it. "Will we have to pay you an extra fee for that?" Claire asked with a giggle. "It probably would not enhance my professional credibility with him." "Well, we can understand that. It certainly would be a way to put more pressure on him, though," Carole commented. "We'll just be grateful for any help and advice you can give." "Are you trying to get him to have an erection in front of you?" Rebecca asked. Carole gave her an answer that was a lot like what she had told Sean that first day in the bathtub. "The whole idea is intriguing, to say the least. Unconventional, probably illegal, but fascinating," Rebecca mused. "I hate to sound mercenary, but if I can explore something new and interesting and get paid for it, why not?" ------- Dan was shocked, but after a moment's thought, not surprised when his naked mother opened the door as he arrived for his first lunch at Claire's. He expected to see her friends similarly clad behind her, and he was not disappointed. He was more than a little upset at the next thought, though. He was sure they expected him to strip, as well. Julie was watching her son's face and just grinned. "Yup. You guessed it, Hon. We want to see more of that nice bod of yours. It's a real treat for us over-the-hill gals." "Right. Over-the-hill my ass. Round-the-bend mentally maybe," he retorted. Within seconds, there were five sets of hands undressing him. All of the women were careful not to touch him in a way that would get him hard. At least not yet. Then, Carole stood right in front of Dan and gave him her speech. "Dan, we're afraid that your confidence has been worn down over the years - your sexual confidence. You're about to start a campaign to woo your wife into being the kind of sexual partner you want her to be. That won't work if you aren't brimming with sexual confidence." Dan started to reply, but Julie was standing right beside him and put a finger over his lips. "Please, Hon, let Carole finish." Continuing, Carole said "Phyllis will agree with me that you are a strong, virile sexual animal. That is how Arlene has to start seeing you for this whole plan to work. Other people, and women in particular, read confidence like a neon sign, and they respond to it." "And you think my walking around bare-assed will do that?" "It will help a lot. If you get used to being naked, it will reduce any body concerns you have. That is always one factor in lack of confidence. Now, Dan, nudity is much more difficult for men than for women. Why do you think that is?" He knew, but he did not want to say it. There was a sinking feeling about where the conversation was headed. "Um, fear of getting aroused," he finally admitted. "That's right," Carole told him. "The thing is, sex is just normal and natural. It is nothing to be ashamed of or to be secretive about. Well, erections are an integral part of sex, Dan. They are nothing to be ashamed of or secretive about. You have a nice, strong cock. You should be proud of it." "Carole, you can't expect ... I mean, Mom's here, and..." Dan was feeling more than a little panic. "We don't have a lot of time to get you ready for your campaign, Dan. Your mom loves you so much it hurts, and she couldn't be more proud of the virile man you are. This is shock treatment, but we think you can take it." With that, Julie on one side of him and Phyllis on the other lifted his arms around themselves and pressed themselves against him. Carole stepped back and Claire and Nancy came right up to him. "Claire and Nancy were left out the other night, so this is a little compensation for them." With hands suddenly stroking his swelling shaft and fondling his balls, Dan was ramrod stiff in nothing flat. The fondling continued, but just enough to keep him hard. "Never forget, Dan, that the objective is to have Arlene yearning for that beauty to be pounding up inside of her." His mother was hugging him frantically, sniffling loudly. Through the shock of embarrassment and the disorientation of extreme arousal, he was thoughtful enough to return the hug. Somehow, their naked contact did not seem scandalous or sinful. Carole, apparently the spokeswoman, told him "You need a valid excuse for your longer lunch hours. You will be working out, and working hard. By vacation time, you will look even better. Let's go down to your gym." Julie and Phyllis started leading him toward the stairway to the lower level. "I don't have any workout clothes," he protested. "The ones you have on will work just fine," Carole said with a giggle. Phyllis had a plan all worked out and he was no stranger to exercise. To the delight of the women, he was soon flexing his muscles vigorously and sweating freely. The first workout lasted for about twenty minutes with hardly a pause for breath. It should have made him even more embarrassed and uncomfortable, but it had the opposite effect. His mother was constantly as close as she could get without interfering with his workout. Her hand was always touching him somewhere, and it actually helped him to forget his exposure. The last station was a bench press, and after the final set, he laid on his back with his legs spread. His flaccid penis was as exposed as it could get, but with Julie stroking his head and saying encouraging words, he forgot the lewd pose. That is, he forgot it until Claire began playing with his penis. Julie knelt and whispered in his ear. "Claire and Nancy didn't get a chance the other night. Please, shower with them and take them into the bedroom. We'll all talk later while we eat." From the look he gave her, Julie could tell that the idea of sex with two more women bothered him a great deal. "Just this one time, Honey. We don't want any of us to feel slighted or left out. You understand that I can't, don't you?" As exhausted as he felt at the moment, the increasing stimulation from Claire's hand was making the urge to ejaculate very strong. When his mom ran her hands lovingly over his sweaty chest and told him "If you can only do one of the women today, that's alright, but please assure the other one that she'll get her turn," he was convinced. Because Claire was the one stimulating him, Dan assumed that she had won the coin toss, or whatever. She and Nancy both helped him up and led him to a nice bathroom with a large shower. He had to chuckle when they both got in the shower with him and he did not have to wash a single spot himself. After the shower, both Claire and Nancy toweled him down and his mother came in to dry his hair. When he was dry, Julie stretched up to kiss him and told him "Make them scream." Of course, the women had paid plenty of attention to his erogenous zones in the shower and he was very hard as they dried him. The throbbing of his cock obviated any second thoughts about sex with the two older women, and he let them lead him to a downstair bedroom. As he had guessed, Claire was the first. Showing agility and eagerness that belied her age, she spread herself out and held out her arms to him. Both women were sincere in their compliments on his exceptional control. He did not bother to explain that he just could not come any faster. Claire was apparently the least orgasmic, but by using her own hand as they fucked, she was able to reach her peak. Nancy expressed disappointment when Dan followed Claire to orgasm, thinking it meant that she would lose her chance that day. When Nancy saw him pull out of Claire still quite rigid, she gave a girlish squeal. She pushed him onto his back and mounted him in just a few downward strokes. Nancy's breasts were the largest in the gang, and when she began moving up and down, they drew his hands like a magnet. Showing great endurance, she kept moving up and down on him for three or four minutes before her weariness began to show. With a little help from Claire, they rolled over and he pounded her vigorously until she came, even though he did not. The second shower was very quick, and Claire and Nancy beamed and clung to him as they went upstairs for some lunch. He was a little surprised to see the other women dressed. Apparently, Carole was the permanent spokeswoman. "Dan, we would like you to have sex with at least one of us every day, but that is your choice. I'm sure you feel some guilt, but we think you need the regular sex to build that confidence. Your mom won't participate, of course." "We have decided that it will be better if there are always two women present, even if you only enter one. If you decide to go ahead with sex each day, we will bring in some other women." "I ... I don't think I'd better do that, Carole." That was a time when the strangeness of the whole situation really struck him. "We think you should. Arlene will sense the assurance in your sexual prowess and it should affect her. But you don't have to decide that right now. If you don't have intercourse some days, we want to make sure that you ejaculate at least once. We believe that building up your capacity to produce semen is important. "It will probably be best if this isn't just a lunch hour thing. We should plan ahead and do some early mornings, particularly if you know there is a lunch time conflict. "Today, we are running out of time. Starting tomorrow, we will be helping you with things that should help break down Arlene's resistance and build her desire. ------- Chapter 11 The next noon, Dan had another surprise. The women were all dressed. That did not stop them from undressing him or from bringing him to full erection. Because he had a chart to follow, the workout went quickly. There was always one woman ready to adjust the machine for his next set. When the workout was done, Claire and Nancy again led him to the shower. They wore only outer garments and they stripped and got in the shower with him once more. "We're going to get you off in here today, Stud. There won't be time for the real thing. Besides, we thought you should think about it a little longer." With the little thought he was capable of, he mused that these women were very, very experienced at stimulating men. That led him to sadness that nothing like this happened in his marriage. He very nearly wilted, but the women were just too good at it. The women donned their few clothes after they dried, then they all went upstairs. He was feeling relaxed from coming and was much less anxious than he had been the first day. The relaxation ended instantly when he reached the main floor and came face to face with a younger women that he had never met. Claire was ready to keep him from recoiling backwards and Nancy moved to put her arm around the woman. "Dan, this is my niece, Rebecca Sanders. She is a consulting psychologist who has worked with marriages for twelve years. She has agreed to help with your plan to try to bring your marriage to where you want it to be." No amount of professional experience could keep Rebecca from blushing and staring. The sight of a good looking, well-built, nicely hung, naked man in the midst of the clothed older women was just too far outside her experience. Obviously by prior arrangement, the gang left Dan and Rebecca alone. She was the pro and she knew it was up to her to end the mutual embarrassment. He clearly was not up to it. "Dan, it's a privilege to meet you," she said sincerely. "I am frankly amazed and hugely impressed by what you are willing to do. Seeing that much commitment to your marriage almost makes me cry. In my business, that is too rare." Finally able to speak, he replied "You must know that I have had sex with these women. What kind of commitment is that?" "Ah, well. We will need to address that guilt problem," she told him. "Can we sit and chat for a few minutes." They moved to some chairs where a towel was waiting for him to sit on. "First of all, Dan, why am I here? As you can probably guess, this whole idea is so strange that I laughed in Aunt Nancy's face when she first asked me. The thing is that in my business, it's easy to get in a rut. I guess that's like any profession. The women's ideas are intriguing, and my professional curiosity got the best of me. I also could not ignore the sincerity with which the women wanted to help you. "I have to ask you, Dan; how can you stand to do this? Isn't it terribly humiliating?" "Dr. Sanders, in your..." "Dan, please call me Rebecca. Yes, I am getting paid for this, but the situation is so ... intimate that first names seem right." "Rebecca, in your practice, you must have encountered other men whose wives refused sex, haven't you?" "More than you would guess." "Well then, you have a good idea of what happens to our psyches. You might say that I live in constant humiliation. I'm not saying that it makes this easy, but if it can actually lead to fixing my marriage, what's a little humiliation?" "What has been the hardest part of it all?" "Well, coming up the stairs to see you is right up there. Having Mom see me, especially erect, was really tough at first, too." "Is that easier, now?" "You know, I always knew and just accepted that Mom loved me. I love her, too. Now, though, I'm finding out just how strong that love is. I'll probably never understand a mother's emotions, but I'm getting an education." "Does your love for your daughter help you understand Julie better?" "I should have assumed that the women would have told you everything," he chuckled. "I suspect that men can't really feel a mother's love. It just isn't the same." Rebecca stared at him for a while. "If you understand that, Dan, I'm surprised that you haven't been more successful at fixing things already." "Yeah, well, knowing and doing are two different things. I guess you heard that I did nothing while Arlene has been screwing up Sarah." "I could go into a long discussion of roles in a marriage, but that's not our main concern, here," she stated. "I have to ask; doesn't it hurt your pride, your ego, to let these women manage things like this?" "Well, it does, of course. The thing is, the night Mom hit me with the fact that Sarah was heading to be another Arlene, sexually, it was like a punch in the gut. She did it gently, but I was so ashamed for what I had not done for my daughter. I guess I kind of gave up at that point." "The fact that you got some sexual release afterwards didn't hurt either, did it?" He just grinned in answer. "I understand that was the first time you had cheated on your wife." She purposely used the provocative words. "I hope you don't end up telling me the women were all wrong, Rebecca. Their theory is that if I come across as sexually confident, it will help to stimulate and arouse Arlene. They think I need to have lots of sex to accomplish that." "Hmmmm. I can't say they are wrong. It's just so ... unique," she mused. "OK. I have done it with the four women. Should I continue?" he asked. "Will you hold off for a few days while I observe?" she came back. "How do you mean 'observe'?" "What I think I need to do to accomplish what the women hired me for is this: I need to see everything that goes on. One of my tasks will be to suggest to you ways to change your behavior that will make you seem more confident, more sophisticated. In other words, more virile. If you think this is embarrassing to have me seeing you like this ... can you handle it?" "With what I have already done, I should be able to," he said without much confidence. "But these are all older women, your mother's contemporaries. I'm in your generation. I'm a potential mate, in the strictest sense. Will your ego let me in on some extremely intimate things?" "I decided to go ahead with this, and I'm not going to back out. I can do it." "Prove it," she challenged. When he just sat and stared at her, she went on in a softer tone. "Look, Dan, from a sexual standpoint, what is your current persona? I would say that sexually, your identity is as Arlene's husband. "Now, that is just fine, given that Arlene could primarily be identified sexually as your wife. As you too well know, she is not your wife sexually in the accepted way. Do I make sense?" "Unfortunately, yes," he admitted glumly. "The way the women have decided to correct that imbalance is intriguing, and I cannot say that I disagree with it. They want to break you out of your role as Arlene's husband and establish you as a sort of herd bull. You will belong to no woman. In fact, all of 'your' women will belong to you. "Of course, in the end, you want only one woman to belong to you. Actually, we should consider whether it might be good to have your daughter in your 'herd', as well - not full sexual partners, of course. "So, what am I saying with all of this? When you meet a woman, you should think 'I am going to give you the privilege of being with a dominant stud. Look what I can use to make you scream in ecstasy'. Does that tell you what I mean by 'Prove it'?" Once again staring at Rebecca for a while first, Dan stood and began stroking his penis. She let him continue for maybe twenty seconds, the demanded "Dan, why are you doing that?" "Huh?" he snapped rather angrily, "I thought that's what you wanted me to do." "If that's what you thought, then you shouldn't be doing it. You should be thinking that you want to give me the privilege of seeing your cock at it's finest. You should be thinking you want to get my panties wet with desire to have that cock in me. Now, think those thoughts and get my panties wet!" That, of course, did nothing to increase Dan's arousal and he almost felt like stomping from the room in a show of anger. He had committed, though, and this cheeky woman was part of that commitment. Taking a deep breath, he thought about her panties. She was quite attractive, and her business-like pant suit showed a nicely rounded ass and an admirably flat tummy. He could not tell if her thighs were firm or fleshy, but he guessed that they were quite nice. She was sitting rather primly, with her legs together. Being more than a little upset with the way she had talked to him, he decided to strike back a bit. "Rebecca, please open your legs so I can see when the damp spot starts," he said in as commanding a voice as he could manage. Watching first the shocked look on her face and then the flush, he felt both satisfaction and an increase in the flow of blood to his cock. "The crotch of your pants is nice and tight against your pussy lips, so I should be able to see a little swelling, too," he added. When she started to move to lessen the pressure, he chided "No, no! Leave it like that. I need to see how I am doing. Open your jacket a little, please, so I can see when your nipples pop out." That brought a gasp from her, but she slowly complied. "Ah, I see they're already hard," he said with a grin. His motivation had been to erase the implied insult to his manhood, and that seemed to be working. Now, though, his stroking felt so good that he wanted to continue. Despite the fairly long time that it took him to come during intercourse, right from puberty he had been able to make himself come rather quickly with his hand. Maybe it was the shortage of blood to his brain that made him think he was in a contest with Rebecca. She had escalated things, but he would out-escalate her. It was not until he was almost coming that he worried about the poor impression he would make with just a few spurts. After all, he had just come from the shower where the women had gotten him off. Another thing he had not considered was getting semen all over the carpet in the room. There was a glass-topped table in front of Rebecca's chair and he walked to it as sedately as he could manage while continuing the stroking. His attention was mostly on his cock and the feelings radiating from it, but he saw her close to saying something when she realized what was about to happen. She just worked her mouth silently, though, then watched as he shot a surprisingly strong three spurts onto the table top. It had taken a lot of bravado to do that, but when he finished, there was neither bravado nor strength left. He staggered back to the towel he had been sitting on and laid his head back on the chair. There was only the dual sounds of their heavy breathing for quite a while before Dan breathed out "Go ahead if you want." "Huh? Go ahead what?" she asked. "Go ahead and get yourself off. I'm sure you want to after seeing that." ------- Rebecca had to call upon all of her professionalism to show up at Claire's the next noon. Of course, she had not done herself after Dan's challenge the day before. She had made it through lunch without revealing her inner turmoil - except to her aunt. She was there before Dan, which was important. For the next few sessions, she would be looking for attitudes or responses of his that she thought needed modification. As soon as he arrived, Rebecca saw something that needed correction. She waited until he was about to start his workout before mentioning it to him, though. She asked to be alone with him for a moment, and asked him "What are you thinking when the women undress you and stimulate you?" "Well, I know they really want to help, so I am willing to, uh, humor them." "Wrong attitude, Dan! You are graciously granting them the privilege of looking at your naked body and your erect cock. Undressing you is an appreciated service that they are performing for you. Do you see the big difference?" "That is quite a difference. I'm afraid that I don't feel that kind of, uh, arrogance. I just don't have the attitude you described." "You definitely do not, and you need to change that. Don't just tolerate them doing things to you. Allow them to do things for you. Stripping and arousing you is not for their pleasure, it's primarily for yours." "How do I change how I feel?" "First of all, think of how you should feel, and why it is important that you acquire those feelings." "You gonna adjust my weights for me today?" he asked suddenly. He could not resist the urge to try to get back at her. This time, she noticed it and was pleased. ------- Brunch the Sunday after Sean's coup was lively. Claire, and rather surprisingly, Nancy, were agitating strongly to include Sean in the group's 'stable'. While not begging quite as loudly, Julie was also interested. Phyllis provided the cautionary voice. "Remember, girls, we are all the age of his grandmothers. First of all, would he want to have sex with any of us? Secondly, what would be the best initiation and training for him?" Julie took up the cause for the horny ones. "I'm afraid you're thinking in 1950s high school terms, Phyllis. What I see is a young man with whom we have all become close friends. Do any of you think that taking him to bed would ruin your friendship with him? Do you actually think he would be repulsed or disgusted by any of our bodies? Do you think it would warp his sexual appetite for the rest of his life? Look what has been happening with the massages." "Julie, it could affect his preferences in women," Carole warned. "You make excellent points, though. We have all worked to help him in a number of ways. Wouldn't this be one more important way? "Personally, I am honored and thrilled that he seems to accept my body and be excited by it. Remember, his own attractive mother's body left him totally cold. What does that say about him?" "I think," Phyllis answered, "that it says he is a guy who is concerned with more than just physical beauty. I admit that is a very good thing. Look, I want him as badly as the rest of you. I just don't want us to erase the progress we have helped him make by going too far." Carole went on. "I appreciate how all of you have stuck with our gradual approach with him. I think that has been the right approach, but I agree that he is ready for the ultimate step." "Ill bet you've all noticed that the four guys are looking rather worn out these days," Claire observed. "I know I am almost as horny as when I was a teen since my first time in the hot tub with Sean. The dancing, and then the massages..." "Well, I still think Sean is the right guy to help Sarah catch up with other girls her age," Julie added. "So besides wanting him in my bed like the rest of you, I want him better able to be a good influence on her." ------- Sean told his parents that he was spending Saturday and Sunday nights with a friend. When his father was out of the room, he warned her not to ask who the friend was. Carole had not told him the complete reason, but just from what had been happening because of the massages, he was very excited about it. After a quick trip to the hot tub and a rinse in the shower together, Carole told him "That first night when you slept with me, it took everything I had to resist making love to you. If it hadn't been for the pain in my ankle, I would have failed. I don't have to resist any more." "You mean... ?" "Yes, Honey. If you want to, that is. I know the first time is a big step for a young man. If you'd rather save it for a girl your age, I can understand that." He could see that her eyes belied her words, though. He wrapped her in a hug and spoke softly into her ear. "There's no one in the world I would rather have be my first. More than anyone else, you're the one who has given me a new life." Carole could only moan out the emotional impact of his words. Quivering and squeezing him for all she was worth, she finally managed to say "You know, you need to be with the other women, too." "Need to? You make it sound like a chore. How can I be so lucky." Not able to think of a response, she knelt in front of him and told him "We'd better take the edge off. You will be happier if you can last a minute or two your first time." When she helped him stagger to the bed after his blowjob, he asked "Let me make you come, first." "Not this first time, Sweetie. We're both too eager to delay any longer. I'm sure you will take care of me plenty of times." All of the four men that the Gang regularly had sex with were in marvelous shape. The women would have it no other way. When Sean let himself down atop her, though, it was like welcoming a Greek God into her body. She could only keep her hands off of his muscles long enough to guide him in. After several gasps and groans, she was able to say "When you make love to a young girl, she will be a lot tighter." "But I won't love her like I love you." That was totally unfair of him, and his very first time ejaculating inside a vagina was because it was rippling and squeezing around his barely-moving cock in the midst of her intense orgasm. Barely a minute later, they were both struggling for breath, and he was looking down at her in wonder and puzzlement. "God, Sean! I can't believe that! When you said you loved me, I went off before you hardly moved. That's ... that's ... I've never even heard of that. Can ... can you move back and forth? Are you too tender?" Having come twice in a few minutes, he was indeed very tender. There was no way he would let her know that, though. They were able to make up for the suddenness if his first explosion with almost four minutes of stroking before he stiffened and let loose again. She did not come again. She did not come again during that coupling, that is. They cuddled wearily for quite a while, then took another shower together. When they returned to bed, he insisted on taking care of her, and he was not satisfied with just once. He was not satisfied with twice, either. When she was still too limp to help much after a real monster, he took charge. "I saw a picture on the Net where the man came in from behind while they were on their sides." That sounded wonderful, and he was still inside her, even though soft, when they awoke two hours later. ------- "You look like a newlywed, Hon," Claire said gently. The brunch was at Carole's and Sean had gone off to work for the morning and most of the afternoon. "Maybe it's just my memory going, but I don't think my honeymoon was that good," Carole admitted. "So, he's learned pretty well?" "Oh, the men know more things. It's just the feelings..." "Be careful about falling in love with him. When he eventually finds a girl, you could get hurt," Phyllis counseled. "Yeah, well, that's not exactly something I can control," Carole declared. "I'm OK. I can genuinely rejoice for Nancy when she has him tonight - and the rest of you, too. I'm not going to fight the feelings, but it won't kill me when it all ends." "Hey, this is no time to talk about ending," Claire said brightly. "At least, not before I get a shot." Only Carole got Sean overnight on the first round. Nancy had him for a few hours late Sunday afternoon. She had the same instinctive approach as Carole, showering with him and taking the edge off. He had noticed during massages that Nancy's skin seemed to be the most erotically sensitive to touch, all over her body. When he had recovered a little from her blowjob, he insisted on washing every inch of her with just soap and his hands. By the time he finished, she was literally quivering with desire and anticipation. Her eagerness gave Sean a bit of a problem. From the first Saturday morning in Carole's hot tub, his mouth had watered for a chance to suck on her tremendous nipples. During the later, more erotic massage sessions, he had indulged himself freely. Now, they were protruding farther than he had ever seen them, and he would make her wait a little longer for fulfillment. As it turned out, by sucking and nibbling one nipple while teasing the other with his fingers, he more than kept her at her high level of arousal. If the rest of her body was reactive to touch, her nipples were like a hair trigger. As he suckled, he wondered; if her nipples reacted like that... In a move that caught her by surprise, he moved down on the bed, spread her legs, and pushed his tongue right between her labia. When he moved it around and found her clit, she shuddered so hard he lost contact. He corrected that quickly and had her writhing and bouncing in ecstasy in barely two minutes. He was ready to take her over again, but she had other ideas and pulled insistently until he moved up and entered her. Over the course of the last few months, he had heard comments and jokes from the other women about Nancy's supposed shyness being just for show. Well, he soon found out that whatever her shyness might be, it never got to her bedroom. Phyllis was next, two nights later. He had decided that washing his partner in the shower was a very good idea. Truth be told, he could not wait to run his hands all over that impressive body of hers again. When he finished washing her, she got to her knees to get him off, but on a sudden inspiration, he knelt right down with her. "I saw a picture on the net where both people were using their mouths on each other at the same time. Can we try that? I can't wait to lick on your bald pussy again. I can play with your gorgeous ass at the same time." There was no way Phyllis could resist an invitation like that. It got even better when he insisted on being on the bottom. "It's the only way I can get at your ass," he explained. She expected it, and he came quickly, long before she was even close. She swallowed it all and just sucked and licked him gently while her own arousal built. His inexperience was evident, but something in the way his hands played with her ass cheeks conveyed ... reverence was the closest sensation. That kind of feeling was always arousing, and she came very nicely. The next arousing thing he did was to insist that she stay on top. Roger and the others had found that that move always got Phyllis going. It openly disregarded her size and weight, which she was always conscious of. Briefly, she wondered if Sean had been talking to their men about what turned the women on, but decided that it did not matter. Perhaps because of the way it ignored her size, female superior was a very arousing position for Phyllis. With the strength and endurance in her legs, she was able to bounce up and down until she came. Surprisingly, he held out. When she made as if to roll them over, he told her "Huh, uh. I don't want your bottom out of reach. She did not even try a test of strength when he firmly pulled her down. When he started a thrusting motion, she quickly spread her legs and moved back and forth against him. The marvelous young athletic body that she was helping to build was rewarding her in ways she had not imagined. Raising his knees to get more leverage in his thrusts, he literally threw her body into the air as he pounded into her from below. It made her feel like some anorexic sylph, and it drove her higher than she could imagine. Even the reduced friction because of her spread legs could not limit her soaring excitement. Unable to hold out as long as he had hoped, Sean let out a long groan and pounded even harder as he passed no return. It was enough, and Phyllis crashed just before he did. The strength of her legs reflexively trying to clamp together was enough to leave his thighs tender. He could not have cared less. With no thought out plot, Sean was just going on instinct. That probably made his actions even more significant to Phyllis. As they lay sweaty and gasping, she again tried to roll off of him. Clamping both hands on her buttocks, he told "Don't take that away from me. Please. Let's just rest a while like this." Raising her head to stare at him, she saw no false flattery. After a searing kiss that lasted for minutes, she tucked her face against his neck and let herself relax. It took a while before he noticed the moisture running down his shoulder. Alarmed, he asked "Did I hurt you?" Another torrid kiss answered that question. They rested with her atop him for quite a while. He feel asleep, not knowing whether she did, or not. Another shower, a snack, and they were ready for another round. It was no surprise to Sean that the women apparently gave each other detailed blow-by-blow accounts of their sessions with him. When he arrived at Claire's house, she met him naked, and literally dragged him to the shower. She stood expectantly, waiting for him to wash her, which he gladly did. When she knelt to take the edge off for him, she seemed slightly uncertain. That puzzled him for a moment before he realized that she had heard two different accounts of what happened next. He let her take him in her mouth for a moment before he bent down and picked her up bodily with his hands under her arms. "I've got a better way to get off," he told her. "How about I see if I can pound you through the shower wall?" Once again, he had no idea where the words came from. Something about the slight smirk that she often wore triggered his competitive urges. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise. At the same time, though, her nostrils flared, telling him that his idea was a good one. Instantly, she wrapped her gorgeous, agile legs around his waist, her look telling him that the next move was his. It was not as graceful as he would have liked, but he got lined up and pulled her down onto himself. The wet shower wall probably felt cold against her back, but she never let on as he followed through on his boast. It was no surprise to her when he released well before she was even close. Neither was it a disappointment. As they got out of the shower and were drying off, a thought managed to get through his post-ejaculation torpor. "Claire, I just love to watch you move. Would you dance for me a little?" "L ... like this?" "Of course." Right answer. She beamed and towed him to her spacious family room. As she bent over the CD player, she looked back, saw him staring at her ass, threw him one of her patented smirks, and gave him a sexy wiggle. When the music started, she entered her performance mode. In one four minute piece, she gave him a stunning display of moves. Everything was enhanced by the beauty and eroticism of her naked body. Coming out of her finishing pose, she looked toward him expectantly. His beaming smile made her feel good, but his cock pointing toward the ceiling was the real measure of her success. The question he asked her, though, caught her completely by surprise. "Did you ever get to dance naked in public." "Sean! I was in ballet and classical dance!" Unfortunately, a quick flush on her face belied the implied denial of her words. "Come here, Claire. I want you to sit right down on this and tell me about it." She stood uncertainly for a moment, then made a decision. The sexy, in-your-face smirk was back as she sprang toward him and tried to set a record for cock insertion speed. Her nice, firm breasts with their disproportionate puffy nipples were right in his face. He would have loved to give attention to both of them, but her entrancing ass called too loudly for his hands. Sucking and nibbling on just one nipple caused her enough distraction as she told him about being briefly caught up in the nude performance trend of the sixties and seventies. The telling of the story and his attention to her body had her quite worked up by the time she finished. As he explored her taut, compact ass cheeks, he noticed how deep her crack was because of the way the muscles bulged out. That mysterious depth drew his finger like a magnet, and he ran it slowly downward from the top. Claire had just finished her story and he saw her eyes widen and heard her breath catch as he moved his finger downward. Using his other hand to pull one cheek away, he slid his finger farther down until he felt the wrinkled skin of her pucker. At his first touch there, her whole body jerked. It occurred to him that in their many minutes of erotic play, she had not yet orgasmed. That was inconsiderate of him. Backdoor play seemed to excite her, so he would use that. Besides, he was very curious about that part of her. Because of the shape of her buttocks and the size and strength of his hands, he was able to grasp her cheeks firmly while keeping his middle fingers pressed around her anus. Using his grip, he began to move her back and forth on his lap, toward himself, then away. His cock was moving in and out of her. Because it was being held downward, the head exerted extra pressure on the upper side of her vagina. There must have been extra sensitive tissue there because Claire began gasping and cursing softly. Even through the increasingly vigorous back-and-forth motions, he could just sense a straining toward more contact with the fingers intruding on her rectum. He allowed one finger to find the center and he pressed firmly inward. There was no lubrication, so he did not slide into her, but the pleasure was enough to drive her higher and higher. On a roll, he managed to recapture the nipple that had escaped his mouth during their motions. Knowing that he could not keep hold of it, something made him bite it rather sharply. Skyrocket was the image that flashed through his mind as Claire exploded on his lap. The convulsions of her vaginal muscles felt like they might wrench his cock right off. The strange angle was enough to keep him from joining her in orgasm. Hers was strong enough for three people, though. As if driven by the incredible energy of their union, he leaned forward and eased off of the couch. With her arms latched firmly around his neck, he was able to continue forward until her back was on the carpet. Now, he would take care of his own need to come. Claire was barely past the peak of her climax when Sean moved them to the floor. When he started thrusting in and out with full force, he took her from one high point to another way beyond. This time, the flexing of her internal muscles accomplished their genetic purpose. Letting loose a roar to match her many sounds and verbalizations, the pair shook and quivered together until there was neither breath nor strength left. For the first time experiencing a mini blackout, Sean fought back to awareness and tried to roll off of her. She did not want that at all. In fact, she hugged him down onto herself so tightly that he feared hurting her. Keeping his elbows on the floor to minimize the load on her, he allowed himself to relax most of the way. They stayed like that until their breathing slowed to something approaching normal. "You are a dirty, dirty boy," she broke the silence. "Are you expecting an apology?" "Hell, no! Want to do it again?" "Maybe we should try your bed," he suggested. "I hear that's where most people do it." "Not my fault," she mock pouted. "This animal just took me wherever he felt like it." He did not respond, but got to his feet and helped her up. Looking at the floor, she said "You need to add carpet cleaning to your business." That earned her a swat on her butt that sent her squealing girlishly toward the bedroom. "This time, just shower, OK?" she said as she waited for him in the bathroom. When they reached the bed, they made slower, gentler love. First, though, he made up for what he considered his failure to satisfy her before his own release. At Julie's house, Sean could only wonder how his time with her would turn out. He truthfully did not know why he had done what he had with Phyllis and with Claire. The only thing he was sure of was that they seemed more than happy with the experiences. His problem with Julie was that her body was so perfect. Oh, she would complain about the effects of age, but in his mind's eye he saw her as she must have been decades ago. She was like a movie star or a beauty pageant winner. When she opened the door naked, as he had come to expect, he just blurted out "How many beauty contests have you won, Julie?" First, her face showed surprise, then he saw deep sadness cross it, and he felt awful. "Julie, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say anything wrong." Shaking her head as if to clear the memory, she pulled him inside and kissed him tenderly. "You had no way of knowing, Honey. One of my husband's pet names for me was 'Beauty Queen'. Your question caught me by surprise, is all." It seemed like she was trying to get past the little upset, so he pushed on. "So you did win some! I knew it! Tell me about them." Laughing softy, she said "There was only one. Even though I was the winner, I didn't like the whole experience and never entered again." "Well, you did a lot of second-most-beautiful women a favor." "Sean Massey! Where do you get all this blarney?" "Julie, I have to tell you something. Every time I look at you, I see this perfect woman. I guess you just seem, uh, how do I say it ... unattainable." Her reaction was not at all what he would have expected, had he thought before he spoke. She put her hands on her hips and said in a mock stern voice "Well, I sure as hell hope you came here with the intention of attaining me - several times! What are you doing with all of those clothes on?" In the spirit of her demands, Sean acted out undressing in a panic. Noticing that it was well into dusk, he got an idea. As he pushed down his briefs, he pretended to stumble toward Julie. Just as she put out her hands to ward him off, he ducked under her arms and stood up with her over his shoulder. Somehow, girls are trained from their youngest years how to squirm and squeal and complain vigorously even when they are delighted with what is happening. Julie, however, had an honest concern when she realized that he was headed for the patio door. "Sean! Sean! We can't go out there like this! The neighbors can see us?" "It's too dark to see much," he said. He was thinking that maybe he had been too rash, but was very reluctant to admit that. "But ... but they'll be able to tell we're naked if they look." "Then you'd better be very quiet while I 'attain' you so they have no reason to look." "No, Sean! Please! Don't!" Having no sisters and no experience with girls, he was not certain, but he was willing to bet that her protests were mostly for show. It didn't really matter. He was not about to back out at that point. Julie's hot tub was in an enclosure built out from the back of the house. The rest of the patio and the pool we not enclosed, but there was excellent separation from other houses and numerous trees screening the view. Admittedly, a few house windows could be seen from the patio. When he managed to get the door open and carry Julie outside, a quick look around showed no lights in the visible windows. The lounge chairs on Julie's patio were wide, sturdy, and heavily padded. Purposely seeming to throw her around while being careful not to do anything truly dangerous, he put her down on her back and dove for her crotch. Since exiting the house, Julie had kept pounding on his back, but had said nothing. When she realized that he was going down on her, she hissed out "No, Sean! I have to shower first!" His answer was a munching motion all over her pussy area. When she wriggled as if to force him off, he swatted the side of her butt. It was probably the sound of the smack as much as the pain that convinced her to stay still. Actually, she was not still for very long. The first swipe of his tongue found her already very well lubricated. The fear must have excited her. Concerned that she might renew her attempts at escape, he went right for her clit. Within a minute, she was writhing and jerking as she built toward release. In three or four more minutes, she went over, trying to be quiet, but unable to restrain a strangled moan. Still no expert at reading a woman's reactions, he probably moved up and entered her a little early. The way she wrapped her arms and legs around him, though, belied any poor timing. All worry about discovery seemed to have left her as she began meeting his thrusts in kind. As it turned out, he made a valiant effort to wait for her, but three or four minutes was a long, long time for his first come. As she explained later, she really never came down from the come he gave her with his mouth. She was frantically kissing all over his face and murmuring soft endearments while he fought to get his breath back. When he could, he kissed her hard and said "Did you say something about a shower?" After two showers and an extended session in bed, he had to leave. He asked Julie "Will you see if I can come to your brunch on Sunday. I have some things I really want to say." ------- That was an unusual request, but there were no dissenters to Julie's quick phone poll. Before the meal was even served at Phyllis's, he started right in talking. "First, there is no way to say thank you. I've tried to say it to each of you, and I will say it again and again. It has been such a wonderful week that I hate to bring up anything at all negative." Looks of concern appeared quickly at those words. "All of you made apologetic or sometimes derogatory comments about your bodies and aging and comparisons with teenaged girls. I would like to ask all of you not to do that any more." There was a collective release of breath. "You all have wonderful bodies - you know that. But even if you weren't in such great condition, you all have awesome hearts and minds. I admit I don't know any girls very well, but I can't imagine that I could share with them the way I have with all of you. Let's forget anything about aging and let me enjoy the important stuff." Each of the women wanted to bolt from her chair and engulf him in a hug after that. Realizing that wouldn't work, the two closest hugged him and they all sniffled and drizzled tears. ------- Chapter 12 While Sean and the five women were basking in the glow of their relationship reaching its final level, things were far from contented for Rebecca. More and more, she would bring the girls and spend the evening at Nancy's even when when Jason, her husband, was in town. That evening, Rebecca seemed particularly down. Nancy hugged her and asked "What now?" She knew it had to be another downward step in the deteriorating relationship between Rebecca and Jason. "Not even a peck on the cheek goodbye, this time," Rebecca answered. "I've done my damnedest to keep things alive, but it takes two. I'm starting to feel ugly. I've tried all sorts of sexy clothes and things, but it has been a month, now." "I told you before that the Gang has agreed to let you borrow one of our guys," Nancy reminded Rebecca. "I could never take another client if I did that, Nancy. I have to practice what I preach. Uh, at least until it is officially hopeless." "You're sure it's headed for breakup, then?" "Right now, we're living almost like Dale and his wife," Rebecca sighed. "I can't be the one to end it, though. I would feel unqualified to counsel other couples. I'm still not sure I should continue." "Honey, how many times have you said it yourself - 'No one has better insight than the one who has lived through it'? "Me and my big mouth," Rebecca grumped in an attempt to lighten things a little. Deciding that a change of subject was in order, Nancy said "Hey! Why don't I see if Sean can come over and swim with the girls again?" "Good idea," Rebecca agreed. "Let someone else try to wear them out for a change." "Well, he's been working hard all day, as usual. Probably still has more left than we do, though," Nancy joked. ------- Freed from the need to 'report' home for dinner except when he chose to, Sean accepted Nancy's invitation eagerly. After dinner, there was some pool play, but the girls seemed to respect his weariness. Besides, this would be the first chance for some extended conversation. On the lounger, they assumed what had become their 'regular' positions with Mike astride Sean's thigh and Teri perched on the edge of the cushion by his hip. "Do you really have your own company?" Teri asked. "I thought you were only fifteen." "Yes, I do. I started working on lawns before seven this morning, and I just stopped when I came out to the pool." "Aren't you tired." "Sure, but it's a good tired. Hard work is good training for me. I'm on the wrestling team at school." "Yeah, you've got some big muscles," Mike commented. "Can you make this pop out?" She leaned forward to put her hand on his biceps. Of course he obliged. "Do you have to train hard for wrestling?" He went on to explain what he did every day. "Wow! I don't think I could do that." "Do you watch the olympics," he asked. When they said they did, he asked if they knew the names of any gymnasts or swimmers or skaters. Then, he tried to describe how hard those girls trained. They had comments on how unfairly so and so had been treated by the judges and who should have won particular events. "You both look athletic. Are you in any sports at school?" That triggered more discussion. As the talk went on, both girls began to relax more and more against him. Mike soon moved forward to lie against his chest while Teri's shoulder and head were on his stomach. He got his arm around Mike and almost unconsciously ran his fingers through Teri's hair. It was an extremely intimate setting, but they had been together numerous times and there was no doubt about their feelings for each other. "So, it's just you and your mom at home this weekend, huh?" "That happens all the time, it seems like," Mike groused. Teri's answer was to crawl up so she matched Mike's position on his other shoulder. "I guess he has to travel a lot," Sean offered. "His job is a lot more important than we are," Mike complained. "He doesn't pay much attention to Mom, either," Teri added. Sean did not think that this line of discussion was productive. He was able to divert the talk to more neutral subjects and a lively discussion continued. Sean's first clue that their conversation had stopped came when he heard several soft clicks. When he associated some flashes of light with the clicks, he realized that he had been asleep and that Nancy was taking pictures. When he tried to move, he found a sleeping girl lying against each side with one of his arms around her. All he could do was give Nancy a stupid smile. He noticed lots of moisture in her eyes. Then, his view of Nancy was obscured by Rebecca's face as she gave him a gentle kiss. "We'll take Mike. She won't wake up," Rebecca said. "Think you can get up with Teri there and get her to the car? I'll bring a towel to wrap around her, too." When Rebecca and the girls were gone, it was obvious that Sean was too wiped out to bike home, so Nancy drove him. ------- If he had to describe his current situation, 'surreal' was the best word Dan could come up with. Being stripped naked by the Gang as he arrived for lunch or breakfast every day was only the start. With school out and Nancy having Rebecca's girls quite often, Nancy was not always there. Most days, he was alone with Rebecca while he worked out naked. She had not touched him, but their discussions were very intimate. After he had commented several times that she seemed stressed, she finally told him about her own situation. Then, she offered to stop working with him if he considered her unqualified because of her own marriage failure. "Rebecca, it actually helps to know that you have a personal appreciation of marital problems. This is no time to change anything," was Dan's quick reply. After waiting the few days that Rebecca had requested earlier, Dan had resumed making love to Carole, Phyllis, Nancy, and Claire. To their credit, they did not just enjoy the experience, but did their best to educate him. The focus was on things he could do that would most likely arouse his wife. The big problem with all of their enthusiastic instruction was that they were coaching him on foreplay. Arlene seemed to shut down completely at the first hint of what she detected as foreplay. The hope was that his new sexual confidence and the noticeable difference in his overall attitude and presence would at some point break through her defenses. It was in the spirit of their increasing openness and frankness that Rebecca started him on a new path. "Dan, you need to consider how you want Sarah to start learning about men," Rebecca said as she sat beside his weight machine. The other women had been honoring that as a good time for them to talk. "I thought Mom had that pretty well arranged that while Sarah stays with her," he pointed out. "Yes, she's going to have Sean be kind of her guinea pig," Rebecca agreed. "It's great to experiment with someone more her age, but let me ask you this; won't it be embarrassing for her to reveal her complete ignorance to the boy? Might that not keep her from gaining as much as she should?" "Just what are you suggesting that I do for her?" "First of all, find some ways to talk to her - very frankly. Openly ask what she knows and what she doesn't know and what she has experienced. Then, take her on a few dates." "Dates?" "Sure. Pretend that you are a boyfriend, only one that knows how to treat her royally. Make her feel a bit like a princess. Then, when you talk about sex, she will be more receptive." "Ah. Set her up for the birds and the bees, huh? Won't she have heard most everything in school?" "Well, she was kept out of sex ed, but yes, I'm sure she has heard a lot from other girls," Rebecca agreed. "I've seen a number of shy girls, though, who struggle with what they should believe and what they shouldn't. You can be a big help by letting her know what things are true and what aren't." "So, you think she really is behind other girls her age, huh?" "From what Julie says, definitely. Oh, there's one other thing, Dan. I think you should let her see you naked before she meets Sean." "WHAAAAT? Why?" "Well, think of it this way. She will probably do much more with Sean than you could ever think of letting her do. For instance, I don't think you should let her touch your penis." "No shit!" "You probably shouldn't let her see you hard." "Rebecca!" "Oh, come on, Dan! How can you even act shocked? It's getting hard in front of me at just the idea of your little girl seeing it. You've been waving your hardon around here for a few weeks, now. It should be no big deal even if it does get hard." "It just seems scarier with Sarah." "Yeah, there's such a taboo against family nudity, isn't there? "There are a couple of other good reasons for you to do a show and tell. First of all, it will help Sarah's confidence a lot. Her cousin Jess will be with Sarah for your vacation. Julie tells me that Jess is at least as uninformed as Sarah, since their mothers are sisters. Think what an ego boost it will be for Sarah if she can explain something that she has already seen." "I see what you mean." "The other reason is more negative. Suppose your campaign with Arlene fails and you end up divorced. It would be good if Sarah has one parent she can go to for sexual matters. It would be best if it was her mother, but we know that won't happen if you fail. See what I mean?" "That's ... a pretty gloomy outlook, isn't it?" "It is. I'd rather you do it for positive reasons: because you love Sarah and you want to make up for some of what she has been denied. Think of it this way, too, Dan. You have been favoring us women with the sight of your naked body. You want to give that privilege to your daughter, too." By that time, Dan was on the weight bench, usually his last station, and he was flaccid. With his legs to the side of the machine, Rebecca could not resist. Fortunately waiting until he had put the bar down in the holder, she took just his glans in her fingers and began teasing it. "Rebecca!" "My instructions are working, Dan. Do you think I am immune? Do you think I didn't want to jam my hand down my panties when you invited me to that first day?" It was the competitive feelings that Rebecca had stirred up in Dan that made him stop and think before saying anything else. It occurred to him that she might be testing him. From what she had been trying to tell him, how should he react? When the answer hit him, he gathered himself so he sounded composed and in charge. "OK, Rebecca. I have three more sets to finish here. You can play with it like that until I'm done. Then, you can get me off." Rebecca was concerned that she did not feel more guilty. It had been a major step touching him. Now, the urge to do just what he had 'allowed' her to do was almost overpowering. ------- "You haven't met Brad, have you, Honey? He's staying tonight," Nancy told Rebecca. "I have to pick him up at the airport. Can you stay a little late and meet him?" It was the day after Sean had fallen asleep on the patio while cuddling the girls. "Sure. I don't sleep much lately. The girls can crash here for a while." It was probably silly, but Rebecca was glad that the girls wore out and fell asleep before Nancy arrived with Brad. They had agreed that they would not try to keep Nancy's relationships with the men secret from the girls, or so they thought. It was just nice that it had not come up yet. Brad made a very good impression on Rebecca. "Dr. Sanders, I feel like I know you already. I suspect that you know at least as much about me, too." Having said that, Brad gave Nancy an unapologetic hug and a brief kiss. "Mr. Welke, right now I don't want to be reminded of the 'Dr.' part. I am feeling particularly unqualified for that lately. 'Rebecca' would be much better. OK with you, Brad?" She emphasized 'Brad'. "Very OK," Brad said with a laugh. "I guess I won't get to meet those living, breathing genius angel dolls tonight, will I?" Laughing, Rebecca retorted "If you only knew? Well, I'm sure you do know. I am not anxious for mine to hit full puberty. Yours must be well into it by now." "Is she ever!" Brad agreed with a shake of his head. "I read a lot about fathers struggling with the sex appeal of their daughters. I can understand that, but anger and frustration are pretty good antidotes to incestuous lust, I'll tell you." When Rebecca gaped at him, Brad said dramatically "What?? You're a shrink. I thought you talked about this stuff all the time." "Not until I put you on a couch and charge you ridiculous fees, I don't." The two shared another laugh while Nancy watched with raised eyebrows. "Nancy didn't mention that you were so, uh, glib." "I tell you, Rebecca, lots of things in my life may not be perfect. But when I get met at the airport by one brilliant, beautiful, sexy woman after another; when I get fed and pampered like some kind of celebrity; when I get ... uh, I mean when..." " ... when you get fucked half to death," Rebecca finished for him. "You can say it. I've heard the words. I have a pretty good idea what my sexpot aunt does to you." "SEXPOT? REBECCA!" Nancy protested, much too vigorously. "Well, anyway," Brad continued, "when all of that happens, you start thinking you can do a lot of things you never did before. You've probably heard this lament lots of times; my ex and I didn't talk and joke like we should have." Nancy and Rebecca had eaten earlier with the girls, but they sat and talked and nibbled while Brad ate. Afterwards, Nancy asked "Rebecca, can you stay and join us in the hot tub?" Rebecca could not completely stifle a blush. She knew what that invitation implied. It sounded strangely appealing, but it was way outside her comfort zone. "Thanks, Nancy, but I do have appointments in the morning. Can we come back tomorrow night? Jason's still gone." "Can I carry one of the girls out to the car for you?" Brad offered. "Oh, that's a kind offer, Brad, but I'd better say 'no'. If they happen to wake up, it won't be a problem with Nancy or me carrying them. If it's someone they haven't met ... well, thank you, anyway." Once Rebecca was gone, Brad gave Nancy a serious kiss before saying "You know, if that woman ever becomes available, I could be convinced to forget reconciliation. You might even have to find a replacement." "I couldn't even be sad about losing you," Nancy answered quickly. "You two could give each other the happiness you deserve." "I assume she knows about my leg?" "Of course. She never mentioned it again. Brad, she could be available sooner than you think." "If she's like me, though, marriage would be the last thing she was interested in after a divorce. Hell, Nancy, this is all just daydreaming." "So was our 'stable' once upon a time," Nancy pointed out. ------- Over the months that he had been with the women, Brad could barely justify the rent on his apartment. He only used it when the kids were staying over with him. After seeing how well Brad and Rebecca interacted, Nancy was able to arrange a time when Brad came over right after work, and so did Rebecca. Nancy picked the girls up from school that day and she managed to get Sean there early, as well. Since she was not sure when Rebecca would arrive, Nancy took on the task of explaining Brad's leg to the girls. Since he did triathlons, he had a prosthesis designed for use in water. She was as proud as could be of their reactions when they met him. There was a lot of curiosity, and she told them to ask Brad all of their questions. There was not a hint of squeamishness or revulsion. Nancy had a little surprise for Rebecca, also. In collusion with the girls, she had one of Rebecca's more revealing suits standing by. She guessed that Rebecca might try for a one-piece or a more conservative two-piece. That was, in fact, what happened. Largely because her own suit was border-line pornographic, Nancy was able to browbeat her niece into a bikini that was extremely flattering. Because the Gang had made sure to introduce Sean to all of the men, Sean and Brad were quite well acquainted. Because Brad managed to get there before her, Rebecca walked out to the sight of a chicken fight. Sean had Teri on his shoulders and Brad had Mike. Probably because of the buoyancy from the water, Brad had no apparent trouble holding up his rider. He had no trouble, that is, until he noticed Rebecca. Then, he froze, and Teri was able to throw Mike from Brad's shoulders. With much-better-than-normal second-child sensitivity, the sputtering Mike was able to see the reason for her defeat. Brad was still staring at Rebecca. Dashing from the pool, Mike faced her mother with hands on hips. "Mo-om! You made him stop. Just for that, you have to take my place!" With that, she started towing Rebecca toward the pool. She, of course, resisted and began protesting. Suddenly, Nancy was in her ear, hissing sternly "Rebecca Tate! If you make that nice man feel bad..." She didn't finish the threat, but Rebecca knew how serious her aunt was because of the use of her maiden name. "Besides," Nancy said much more softly, "Think how thrilled the girls will be if we have a little free for all. Let your hair down and be one of the girls." She was shaking like a leaf when Brad knelt down and she got on his shoulders. For the sake of the girls, she came up making fierce noises and gestures at Teri, who still sat contentedly astride Sean. There followed twenty minutes of mayhem punctuated by many squeals. Not all of the squeals came from young throats, either. Both women got to 'fight' atop both men, and when not fighting, the girls were almost a blur of constant motion. When the exhausted adults sagged onto loungers, Rebecca and Brad were next to each other. He laid his head back and went silent until he heard sniffles from Rebecca. "That's the way families are supposed to be, isn't it?" he said softly. Sean surprised them all when he answered seriously "Maybe real family doesn't have anything to do with, uh, genetics or marriage or whatever. I can be myself and just relax more with all of you than I ever could at home. I get the feeling that you care more about me, too." Someday he might learn the consequences of dropping an emotional grenade like that in a group of women. Suddenly, Teri was plastered all over his front in a very un-sisterly position, kissing him for all she was worth. Startled, he glanced at Nancy, who just nodded. Hoping he understood the nod, he wrapped his arms around Teri and rocked back and forth a little. Trying to divert attention from Teri and Sean, Brad asked "Your husband doesn't play in the pool with rest of you?" Letting out a long sigh, Rebecca answered "If it's not competitive in some way, it's not worth his time." "God, I wish I could have had more of that with my girl when she was younger." Brad nodded toward Teri and Sean. "I'm, uh, worried that Teri isn't thinking of Sean as a father figure or a big brother right now," Rebecca said. "Well, if it's her first crush, she couldn't pick a nicer, safer kid than Sean," Brad assured her. "I know you're right, but how does a mother ever get ready for this?" "Hey, you're the pro at this family stuff. I should be asking you." "Any chance you could get your kids out for some fun like this?" she asked him. "I've talked about it with the women," he replied glumly. "It would just cause too many problems. I'm afraid my ex has done too good a job of poisoning my daughter, especially." "Nancy told me that you might still consider reconciliation, though." "I think about that a lot on long plane flights and lonely hotel room nights," Brad responded. "I may be holding onto that just because my ego won't let me admit failure. Pretty screwed up, huh?" "Only heard the same thing maybe a hundred times," Rebecca joked. "I'm sorry you don't get a chance to let loose like this with your kids. How about your son?" "I worry a lot about him. He knows that the divorce was not my idea. Still, he resents only seeing me part time." "Doesn't he blame his mother?" "I think if I pushed, she would give up custody of him," Brad claimed. "Hmmm. It would have to be something severe before the court would approve." "Do you ever get involved in the legal side with your patients?" "Only to the extent of making sure they are connected with a good attorney. I guess I haven't heard - is you ex re-married?" "No. That's why I live in such a minimal apartment. The job has been going well, so I'm not quite as strapped, but it really isn't fair that she gets paid so well for screwing me over." "She has the house?" "I have the right to force a sale in two more years. The problem is, that would really set me back with the kids." "Do they talk much about what she is doing? Who she is dating?" "Nope. She seems to have a tight lid on that. I, uh, have other ways, though." "Carole?" "Good guess. Carole's not the only one of her relatives, either. Even her mother keeps me up to date. Tell me if it's none of my business, Rebecca, but Nancy seems to think, uh..." " ... that I might not be married for long?" Rebecca finished for him. "As I told her, our marriage is almost like Dale's." "Except for those genius angel dolls," he quipped. "Say, how did you meet Sean?" "Well, you know about the gang's 'Sean project', right?..." Later, as Rebecca drove the girls home, Teri was unusually quiet. "What are you thinking about, Hon?" Rebecca asked. "That must be what it's like to have a brother," Teri commented. They had not realized that Mike was awake until she corrected "No, Silly! None of my friends' brothers are as nice as Sean. He's more like a boyfriend." There was silence again for a while, then from Teri "Four years isn't too much difference when we get older, you know." Rebecca did not know whether to laugh or cry. All she could do was concentrate on her driving. ------- At the wise insistence of the women, Dan's first date with Sarah was postponed until after a very nice evening with Arlene. The women wanted to make sure that Arlene did not get any sense of being displaced. It was bad enough that she did not want Sarah learning about dating. In Arlene's mind, her daughter was still much too young. Besides being upset because she knew that Dan would be teaching Sarah about dating, Arlene had another problem. Ever since a night a few weeks previous, Dan had seemed different. Normally, at bedtime, there was a tension in him, almost anger. He never showed it in any overt way, but she could sense it. Suddenly, that tension in him was gone. She believed that she had hidden her concern from him. Despite her fears, Arlene was intelligent and observant and more aware of social and interpersonal factors than Dan might have thought. To her, the change in his demeanor hinted at one thing - another woman. Along with the disappearance of that strange tension, though, there were other noticeable changes in Dan's behavior. He seemed to carry himself differently, although she could not point out specific characteristics. There was just a different air about him. Had she not so vehemently shut out sex and its impact on men from her consideration, Arlene might have realized that her husband was indeed displaying the results of sexual satisfaction. Of course, Rebecca's diligent work on his attitudes about himself was starting to have an effect, as well. On top of that, an increase in physical training induces feelings that cannot help but affect a man's demeanor. Awareness, concern, and threatening panic were all that Arlene had, however. What she definitely did not have was any idea of what she could do about it if her worst fears were proven out. On top of that, she had no way of determining if her fears were grounded. As was their pattern, except for during working hours, she always knew where Dan was. There had been no change in his away-from-home activities. If there was another woman, when could he see her? The first ever concern that Dan could be taken away from her was amplified by a renewed awareness of what a desirable man he was. She found herself wondering if she had just missed the signs before. What she could not realize was that the Gang's campaign to turn Dan into more of an alpha male was starting to work. Arlene was no more immune to the effects of the Gang's success than was any other woman. The sad fact for Arlene was that all she could do about the disturbing changes was worry about them. Any other woman faced with such potentially threatening signs could go to war and do everything possible to strengthen her hold on her mate. Despite her stubborn insistence that sex should not be a factor in a marriage, Arlene instinctively knew that it was the only way to fight off a possible challenge from another woman. It was with very mixed emotions that Arlene entered the series of dates that preceded Dan's 'training' of their daughter. It was hard not to be impressed with what Dan was doing to make the times enjoyable for her. If there was another woman in his life, it did not show in his treatment of her. Still, there were those little signs that triggered her unease. ------- Again after consultation with the gang, Dan chose dinner and a chick flick for Sarah's first date. They, along with Rebecca, had counseled him on what kinds of questions to start with about sex and boys. While relaxing over dessert, Dan asked "Honey, have you been asked out by many boys?" That was not a topic that she wanted to talk about, but she respected Dan enough to answer. "You know, these scare off most guys." She indicated her braces, which she wore at a later age than most of her contemporaries. "I've only been asked three times." He felt a stab of pity for her at the sadness in her tone. "What did you tell them when they asked?" She looked hard at him before answering. "I didn't want them to feel that I was blowing them off. I just said I wasn't allowed to date." "How did they react to that?" "Two of them laughed at me. One was nice and said he was sorry to hear that. He wondered if I could at least meet him at a dance. I had to turn away so he couldn't see my tears." "Sarah, I have to say this carefully, and you have to promise to keep this strictly between us. Can you promise that?" She nodded. "It was wrong of your mother to keep you from dating, and it was wrong of me not to stand up for you. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I promise that I will do whatever I can to correct that. "One thing I am going to do is arrange for you to stay with Grandma Cashien while your mom and I are on vacation. I am also trying to get Jess to stay with you." "Mom won't like that," Sarah warned. "She thinks Grandma Julie is too, uh, you know." "This time, I am going to insist. It may turn into a real battle, but I won't back down," he declared. "You'd do that? Wow!" "Baby, I should have started doing that years ago." Sarah looked at him hard again, then asked "Why is Mom so against everything to do with, uh, with uh..." She gave up with a blush. "Against sex, you mean?" he prodded. "Yeah. I mean, she's not super religious or anything." "It's a problem that I have not paid enough attention to," he admitted sadly. "Do you and Mom still ... uh, you know, is she like that with you?" "This is tough to talk about, Sweetie. Remember, this is very, very private. I also don't want anything we talk about to come between you and your mother. Do you understand how important that is?" "Daddy, I have not felt very ... close to Mom for a while now. She's made me into kind of a butt of jokes and stuff. It hurts." "Have you told her how you feel?" "Wow! Did that get me a lecture! She actually screamed at me." "And I didn't know any of this. If your Grandma hadn't warned me what was going on, I would still be clueless. I'm so sorry." "Well, I guess you had your own problems, huh?" she observed. "Oh?" He wondered if his girl was maybe not as shy and clueless as he had thought. She told him "I do have some friends that I talk to at school. All of them talk about their parents having sex quite often, all but me and Jess." "And how do you know that your mom and I don't?" "Da-ad! You must remember when you were a kid. I'll bet you could tell when Grandma and Grandpa were doing it." He failed to fight off his blush. "Yeah, I guess all kids have their ways, don't they." "So was I right? You and Mom don't do it?" "This is important for you to know?" he waffled. "Look, Dad, you said you'd answer my questions. I guess if I know that my parents have a messed up marriage, I won't feel so bad about some of the stuff I've been through." This time, it was his turn to stare at her a while before he answered. With a big sigh, he admitted "Your mother does not like sex." "So, how come you're still married? I'll bet you like it." "Well, divorce is rough on kids." "And she would have me, and it would be even worse, right?" "Not that I've done much to make it easier on you," he said. "It's never too late, Daddy. This helps a lot." That was as far as the sex-related conversation went that night. The debriefing with Rebecca and the gang was intensive, as he had expected. ------- The next date, after he had taken Arlene to a play, was just ice cream sundaes carried to a nearby park where they could talk privately. "What are your biggest questions about sex, Honey?" was his recommended starting point. "Da-ad! I can't talk to you about that!" "Who can you talk to? Not your mom, that's for sure. Your friends at school? Are you sure they know what they're talking about?" "I can talk to Grandma." "Yes, you can. So you'd rather wait until you see her?" "Well ... um, the girls at school are always talking about doing things with their mouths. Do girls really do that?" "What kinds of things with their mouths?" "You know. They say girls actually take a guy's, um, thing in their mouths." "The common term for an erect penis is 'cock'. I'm sure you must have heard the girls say that word." "Y ... y ... yeah, but, um ... Dad, what does erect mean?" Oooof! That was a level of ignorance he had not expected. "Do the girls talk about 'hardons', he inquired. "Uh, huh. Is that what erect means?" "Yes, the formal term for 'hardon' is 'erection'. Do you understand what a hardon is?" "That's when ... that's when a guy's thing gets..." "Not a thing, Honey; a penis." "Yeah. It gets long and hard and sticks out," she said through a strong blush. "Have you ever seen a hardon, or even a penis that was soft?" "As if! From the way Mom talks, if I ever did, I'd go blind," she answered with a snarl. "We both know that's not true. Look, I'm not encouraging you to do anything, Sarah. I'm just finally trying to find out what you know and what you don't know." "Well, I don't know much," she snapped. "About that mouth stuff. You didn't answer me. Do girls really?" "Yes, they do. For some girls, it's a way to keep boyfriends happy without having intercourse. Some women actually like to do it to their men. It gives them a good feeling to bring pleasure, and a feeling of power, too." "Um, Dad, the girls talk like stuff can shoot out of a ... a cock. Is that like pee, or what?" "That's called semen, Hon. It's a thick fluid that contains the sperm that fertilizes the woman's egg to get her pregnant." "But what if stuff shoots when it's in a girl's mouth?" "Well, some women actually don't mind. Some even swallow it. A man should warn a woman before he shoots, though. The formal term for shooting is 'ejaculation'. A common term is called 'coming'." "How much comes out?" "Usually three or four spurts. I guess for most men, each spurt is a tablespoon or less." The conversation went on for another hour. Several times, Dan was near tears for the knowledge that his sweet daughter had been denied. He knew that future dates would have to leave time for ever more detailed and intimate information. Before they left the park, Sarah gave him a frantic hug and thanked him several times. ------- During the weeks since they first met, Sean and the girls had spent as much time as possible together in Nancy's pool. Several times, Nancy and Rebecca joined them. Considering Rebecca's marital problems and the high regard they had for her, the Gang agreed to Sean spending a disproportionate amount of time at Nancy's. That was quite a concession, considering how recently their relationships with him had become intimate. One Thursday evening, Rebecca plopped wearily onto a lounger on Nancy's patio, shaking her head and wearing a wry smile. The girls had stormed through the house and into the pool before Rebecca even reached the front door. Sean was not there. "Does that expression on your face have anything to do with the tornado that just ripped through the house?" Nancy asked with a laugh. "What else? At least they are quite capable of keeping my mind off of Jason." "So, what is it now with the girls? Nuclear physics? Astronomy? Genetic engineering? Harmony and counterpoint?" Nancy joked. "Oh, how I wish it was that easy," Rebecca moaned. "It's birds and bees questions." "Really? But you've done such a thorough job! I mean, the books, the videos; you sure haven't held anything back," Nancy exclaimed. Rebecca answered "I just didn't realize how much 'precocious' and 'insatiable' are tied together. They've absorbed about all of the knowledge I can give them. Now, their questions can only be answered by, uh, in-person examples." "You mean, a live, naked man? Honey, they're pretty young," Nancy cautioned. "At this point, just seeing a naked man would help a lot," Rebecca said. "I just don't like the prudery that leaves kids ignorant, then spending all their energy wondering and trying unsuccessfully to find out." "I guess you've tried to get Jason to skinny-dip with the family." "Yeah, when they were much younger. I wanted to make it no big deal for the girls. But, you know how it is with him. If he thinks its related to my training and practice, he is automatically against it. "If he could have been casual from the time they were babies, the girls could be relaxed and casual about penises. Now - I think they spend half of their time wondering and giggling about it." "Even after the pictures and videos, huh. From the ones you showed me, there couldn't be too many questions left," Nancy commented. "Go convince THEM." Rebecca waved toward the splashing, giggling pair. "Good luck!" Nancy watched the girls for a while, wearing the smile that seemed unavoidable when she looked at them. So bright, so energetic, so gregarious, so considerate, so much promise." "Sean." Nancy said out loud, hardly realizing she had said it. "What?" "Oh. I was just thinking. Sean has as beautiful a male body as the girls would ever see. He's pretty used to being naked, and he's such a great guy." "Nancy! That would be ... that would be..." "Perfect? Is that the word you were looking for? Now think about it. It's summer. If he was swimming with them, but without his suit, wouldn't that solve a lot of your problems?" Rebecca thought for a while, then answered "Yes, that would help them a lot. I just can't imagine that he would be willing to do that, though. Could ... could you ask him?" "No, Honey, you need to ask him. You're this sophisticated psychological professional. You're trying to get your daughters comfortable with the human body. What does it say to Sean if you can't even ask him yourself?" "I guess you're right, Nancy." "Oh, and to make sure of your credibility, you should be with us in the hot tub when you ask him," Nancy added quickly. "OK. WAIT! Not the hot tub! You're always naked there." "That's what I mean by your credibility, Rebecca Tate." Rebecca could not miss the purposeful use of her maiden name. "The human body is not a shameful secret, right? At least that's what you're trying to convince your daughters. You were comfortable staring at Sean's cock for a few hours. It can't possibly bother you to show him your boobs and your pussy." "Ohhhhh!" Rebecca moaned. "Me and my preaching! Nancy, you can't say I was comfortable while Sean was naked. Besides, no man but Jason has seen me naked for a long, long time. It very much DOES bother me." "But I'm right. You have to do it that way, don't you?" Rebecca could only nod. "I'll call and do some re-arranging. Tomorrow is Friday, right?" "Yes. The girls have a sleep-over tomorrow night." "Perfect. Jason doesn't get home until next week, if I remember." "God, Nancy, I'm already shaking like a leaf. What's wrong with me?" Ignoring Rebecca's complaint, Nancy charged into planning mode. "You will be here before Sean arrives, and..." ------- Chapter 13 Late that Friday afternoon, Sean had been rescheduled and was working at Nancy's. As usual, when they finished, he stripped in preparation for the hot tub. As he came out of the second bathroom where he always undressed and showered, he came face to face with a naked, fiercely blushing Rebecca standing beside her aunt. The two women took his hands and led him to the hot tub without anything being said. "Pretty pathetic, huh, Sean," Rebecca said ruefully after she had sat down. "Here am I this mature psychologist and I can't even talk to you until I'm covered up by the water." "Rebecca, believe me, I know it takes some getting used to," Sean consoled her. "Do you remember what you said that Sunday we talked - about what it meant when a person bared themselves to someone else. You said it showed that they wanted to share something important. That was very profound. I wish I was more brave and ready to share that way. I do want to ask a favor of you, though. Please don't think my undressing is to persuade you to do the favor. Aunt Nancy just said I couldn't get in her tub with clothes on. "Sean, you know how precocious the girls are." "Of course. They're your children." "Stop that! You're getting me off-track and making me think very naughty thoughts." Staring hard and purposely at her barely exposed, turgid nipples, Sean joked "I can tell." "Sean!" Rebecca objected, sinking lower while Nancy giggled. "If you can talk about my cock like you did that Sunday, I can stare at your nipples." "No, you can't," Rebecca countered. "Women have rights that men don't have." He decided that trying to get one up on the brilliant woman was not worth the effort, even when she was distracted by her own nakedness. "As I was trying to say, my daughters are as curious as they are precocious. I think it is wrong for kids to be ignorant about bodies and about the other sex." "Ohhhh. I have an idea where this is going," Sean moaned, not at all in jest. "I believe that their father should provide the anatomy lessons. Unfortunately, baring himself to the girls is something he just won't do." "You've asked him?" "Indirectly. I've tried to, uh, nudge him toward it a number of times, but he's just ... well, who am I kidding, Sean? He would be no treat for the girls, anyway. I guess his penis would impress them, but not much else." "You mean he's out of shape?" "Typical athlete starting to go to seed." "Let me guess," Sean said. "You're in great shape but he gets upset any time you say something about him losing weight or exercising." Rebecca nodded sadly. Then, in a clumsy attempt to lighten things, he quipped "Sounds like you could use a good marriage counsellor." When he saw the look on Rebecca's face, Sean felt just terrible. Instantly, he was on his knees in the tub, holding Rebecca's hands. "Oh, damn! I'm so sorry, Rebecca. That was a stupid, stupid thing to say." Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed him briefly but firmly. "You were embarrassed that I was sharing something so personal and you wanted to lighten things up. I understand," Rebecca assured him. "Honestly, I'm honored that you would share personal things with me." "I'm sure you've heard that people are more open and honest when they're naked. I thought that was an interesting theory, but now, I believe it." "Look, I'll bet you don't have a lot of people you can tell the serious things to, do you?" he probed. "Well, there's Aunt Nancy," was Rebecca's response. "Not your mother?" That caused another look that made him feel bad again. "I ... Oh, the hell with it. Sean, came sit by me and put your strong arm around me. You're right, I need to talk, but I need support." He looked quickly at Nancy, fearing that she might disapprove of that level of contact. Instead, Nancy pulled close to Rebecca on the other side after turning off the tub's heater. Taking that as permission, he moved onto the seat beside Rebecca. She took it from there, lifting his arm around her and snuggling into him. The shock of the slippery naked contact with a woman he did not know that well caused him to spring to attention. Rebecca either did not notice or chose not to react. "One of the reasons I chose a career in marriage counseling," Rebecca started in, "was because I thought I knew a lot about dysfunctional marriages. I'm actually glad my parents live a long ways away. That lets Nancy be like my real mother. She's much better at it. I don't have the kind of relationship with either parent that would let me tell them anything very personal. "Jason, my husband? Well, let me tell you something, Sean. You will have to eat right and exercise religiously for the rest of your life, or you will get fat." Nancy broke in "It's a well-known fact that unused muscle turns to fat rather quickly. Remember how we had to rescue Alan from real problems." "Jason was a linebacker in college, a starter," Rebecca went on. "It's as if he thinks he knows all about conditioning and there's nothing I am qualified to say about it. It's as if he thinks that he's done his lifetime commitment to staying in shape." "Is that the only real problem between you two?" Sean asked. "I wish. We've been married almost fourteen years. It's as if he has never realized that the real world is not just another kind of sports contest." "Pretty competitive, huh?" "Among other reality problems. He has a good career, but down deep, he has never stopped having to compete with me. My practice is almost completely full, and I charge accordingly." "As long as you're telling me everything, can I ask how your relationship is, other than his condition?" Sean asked. "If we make love two or three times a month, I feel like it's Christmas. God, I can't believe I'm telling this to a fifteen-year-old boy." "Man, Rebecca," Nancy corrected. "He is no boy in any way." "Yeah, you told me how good he was." "Tell me when it's none of my business, but is he cheating on you?" "I suspect him, but I have no proof. He travels quite a bit, and mostly to the same cities. From what I have read, that's a common situation for 'road wives'." "Nancy is a marvelous detective," Sean pointed out. "I know. We're, uh, working on some things. Sean, the hard part is that as a marriage professional, I feel like I should be able to fix this. Everything I try makes things worse." "Headed for divorce?" "Well, if I find evidence of cheating, absolutely. Maybe it will happen anyway. I'm at the stage where I'm trying to decide if it's worth sticking it out for eight more years for the sake of the girls." He could not think of anything at all comforting to say to her, so he just gave her a squeeze. The discussion was making him very uncomfortable, but he could sense that she needed it badly. "Is there tension? Do the girls notice?" "They never mention anything." "How does he treat them?" "He never treats them badly. They just don't get much attention from him." "I'll bet he's afraid of them. I know they're young, but they're, uh, damn sexy." "Nancy," Rebecca said in a welcome bit of levity, "have you and the Gang been teaching him psychology, too?" "You see, Rebecca," Sean explained, "I don't have a sister or a close girl cousin or even a neighbor girl that I spend any time with. Back in elementary school, the girls ... well, they amazed me - intimidated me, too, I guess." "Well, Theresa and Michelle can do that, for sure," Nancy offered. "They are smart, confident, unbelievably verbal..." "Aren't all girls that age," Sean joked. "A guy on the team calls his little sister 'the mouth that walks'." No female of any age can allow a male to make a remark like that unchallenged, no matter how true. Rebecca gave him a poke right in the stomach. In doing so, her arm bumped the head of his cock, which was standing rigid and nearly perpendicular. That made her try to pull away. Using his strength to hold her in place, he told her "Don't worry about it. It's been like that since you put my arm around you. Is this helping you?" "A lot. A lot. Nancy knows all of this, but to tell someone else is just..." " ... and that's why you have such a good business, right?" "And I thought my girls were scary," Rebecca muttered, then gave him a hug. "YOU think they're scary, but you want me to be their anatomy lesson?" "Sean, Honey, they really are delightful," Nancy told him. "What Rebecca means is that they are so smart we wonder how we can keep up with them." "So, Nancy, you really are like Rebecca's substitute mom, huh? I know what that's like," Sean commented. "I don't know how I'd make it without her," Rebecca admitted. "Oh, I think you could do whatever you had to do," Sean said. "I'll bet your patients never have a clue that your life isn't perfect." "Well, I try to be professional." In a sudden change of subject, Rebecca asked Sean "So, you've been hard all the time you've had your arm around me?" "No surprise." "Sean, stop that!" "Why? You need to be reminded that you're a beautiful, sexy woman." "Oh, damn!" Rebecca exclaimed, then broke into sobs. Nancy moved to the other side of Sean and whispered in his ear "Can you pick her up and carry her?" Eyes wide in surprise, he nodded. First getting on his knees, he got an arm under her knees and one behind her back. Trying to stifle the grunt of exertion, he got to his feet with her balanced. He could not help remembering that his new life had started when he had picked Carole up in a similar way not that many months before. The differences in the two situations highlighted how his life had changed. Then, Carole was in sweats, injured, and hurting. His inexperience with females made it extremely embarrassing for him to have that kind of contact with Carole's body. Now, he was naked and holding a naked woman that he did not know well, but who was clinging to him for comfort and reassurance. He had a lot of wonderful experience with women behind him. His erection was at full extension, but he could ignore it. Back then, he had struggled to get Carole to the house in three stages. Now, he was stepping quite effortlessly from a hot tub carrying a woman of similar size. He would not have to put her down until he reached wherever Nancy decided they should be. Nancy had decided. She hurried ahead and took three of the luxurious pads from lounge chairs and laid them on the pool deck. Grabbing some huge folded towels, she spread a couple on the pads and placed three as obvious pillows. "You get in the center, Sean." He had to set Rebecca on her feet, still crying. He laid down where Nancy indicated, then she almost forced Rebecca down on her side, pressed up against Sean. She laid down on the other side of Sean, then pulled Rebecca's arm across him and one leg over his thigh. That made Rebecca gasp, stopping her tears for a moment. "Nancy, this is so wrong, so many ways." "So is the situation you're in. The physician can't heal herself, so you need some help. You need some of the kind of intimacy you should be getting from Jason every day. You're not going to have sex with Sean, so just enjoy this and talk, talk, talk. Hmmm. Maybe some good sex would help just as much. Well..." "NANCY!" "Rebecca, stop it!" Nancy said sternly. "I don't think you're a prude, so don't even try the modest bit. I'm ninety percent sure Jason is cheating on you, so your obligation to be faithful is out the window. Anyway, right now we're just cuddling and talking, OK? Uh, except for this." Nancy took Sean's rigid shaft in her hand and just held it. "Let me know if you can't stand it any more, Sweetie," she told Sean. "Now, Rebecca, as I recall, you were crying about something." "Oh, when he called me beautiful and sexy, I just lost it," Rebecca murmured. Nancy was on a roll. "You are so wrapped up in running a successful practice, being a fantastic mom, and holding a fractured marriage together that you don't have time to think about the beautiful, sexy woman side of you. Now, enjoy the feeling of this gorgeous body against you." "I guess she knows?" Sean said to Nancy. "That shouldn't surprise you, Honey. She has helped us so much," Nancy answered a little nervously. "But if it's illegal, isn't she supposed to report it?" "Only a few types of felonies," Rebecca answered. "Patient confidentiality covers everything else. Sean, it's OK. Nancy and I have talked about her relationships with men a lot. It's ... certainly not conventional, but I just can't think of her and the others as immoral." "So, you're not worried that we're being immoral right now," he challenged. Letting out a sigh, Rebecca answered "In my mind, yes, it is immoral. The problem is, I need it so badly." Whether from arousal or from just the need to move, the leg over his thigh rose until it touched his erection. He gasped and writhed a little. "Oh, sorry, I..." "Here, Rebecca," Nancy said, grabbing her niece's hand. We're going to celebrate something wonderful." "Huh?" Nancy placed Rebecca's hand under Sean's sac and made sure that Rebecca cupped him. Then, Nancy started stroking Sean with intent. "Nancy!" Sean tried to protest. She cut him off with a searing kiss. "You know how we all feel about this. It really is a celebration. Rebecca needs it. Don't hold back, Sweetie. Just do what you feel." He felt like he could not hold still, so he writhed about. He felt like he wanted even more contact with Nancy's wonderful, soft, hand so he thrust upward at her. He felt the warm softness of Rebecca's pussy against his thigh so he spread his leg outward to press harder against her. He felt like he was reaching, striving for something just out of reach so he tightened every muscle in his body. He felt like he finally reached what had been out of reach, so he let out a long groan and wallowed in the joy of the attainment. The next conscious sensation Sean had was hearing Nancy say "Don't wipe it off, Rebecca. It's like a gift." Then, he noticed that Rebecca's pussy was not only soft and warm against his thigh, but moist - and moving around. The fog in his brain was clearing and it registered that Rebecca was highly aroused. How could he leave her like that after she had helped with his own wonderful release? Managing to open his eyes, he looked at Nancy and caught her eye. Then he pointedly looked at Rebecca's hips gyrating against him. When he looked back at Nancy, she nodded, then very athletically, swung herself over both of them to end up on the other side of her niece. Seeing Nancy in place, Sean rolled Rebecca over, gently but quickly, and slid his hand to her pussy. She stiffened, but Nancy was talking right in her ear. "Rebecca, Honey, you really need this. We can't leave you all strung out. It would be wrong. Relax, please. Let Sean enjoy your pleasure as much as you enjoyed his." Rebecca looked into Sean's eyes and he saw a mixture of uncertainty, guilt, and longing, but mostly longing. When she ran her tongue quickly over her lips, he could not help kissing her as he began rubbing her mound with his hand. There was the initial stiffening and closing of her thighs, but it was not long at all before her legs moved apart on their own and she began 'chasing' his hand with little motions of her hips. As he lowered his face to suck on her nipple, he saw one of Nancy's hands caressing the other breast while the other stroked lovingly through Rebecca's hair. As he had been before, Sean was filled with gratitude to the Gang for the loving, patient instruction he had been given on understanding a woman's body and pleasing her. Rebecca's elevated emotional level was all building her arousal, and Sean knew that she needed one orgasm as quickly as possible. Her clit was easy to find and appeared to be already inflamed to its maximum. With the multiple stimulations, she came rather quickly. It did not seem to be unusually strong, but it did last for a long time. Sean decided to find out for himself if she was too sensitive, rather than asking. He made his investigation gentle and discovered that he could continue masturbating her. Releasing her nipple for a moment, he caught Nancy's eye, noticing moisture there. He made an unmistakable gesture with his tongue, his eyes asking the question. She shook her head, he nodded, then he proceeded to continue pleasuring Rebecca with his hand. All of the women enjoyed being taken to the brink and brought back a few times. Oh, they complained and even cursed as he did it, but they always told him that the resulting major climax was well worth the wonderful agony on the way. It took most of twenty minutes, but Rebecca was treated to a consciousness robber. When her body stopped twitching with aftershocks, Nancy said "Massage" softly, certain that Rebecca was hearing nothing right then. The massage was probably not even necessary, but Sean certainly enjoyed it. When he finally got up and spread a towel over the sleeping woman, Nancy grabbed his hand and towed him frantically toward the house. As they closed the patio door behind them, she told him "Didn't want to wake her up." Only then did Sean notice the towel in Nancy's hand. She laid it on the floor and got on her hands and knees facing the patio. The little shake of her ass was not even necessary, as he was already moving up from behind her, ready for insertion. Any position was perfect when he was immersed in one of the wonderful women. With Nancy, though, rear entry was special. First of all, when hanging downward, her full, firm, huge-nippled breasts were the most magnificent handfuls. Also, she was adept at bracing herself on one elbow while masturbating with the other hand. "I massaged myself," she said quickly, explaining why she was already flowing so freely and why she was well up the arousal slope when he entered her. As the others in the gang had often joked, behind her sometimes modest demeanor, Nancy fit her 'body built for sex' appearance perfectly. Couplings with her tended to be shorter and more intense because of her fairly quick trigger. Once sated, though, the more relaxed cuddling and exploration of her lush body were the stuff of poetry. Much more quickly than usual because of the sleeping Rebecca, they ended their lovemaking, eased out the door, and got into the pool. Rebecca slept for most of an hour. Nancy and Sean were sitting on the pool edge chatting when they heard some frantic scrambling behind them. Turning, they saw Rebecca hurrying into the house with her hand clamped over her pussy, and they could not avoid laughing together. They got back into the pool and stood waiting for Rebecca to come out. "I hope she doesn't have a guilt attack and flee home," Nancy said with some concern in her voice. Rebecca did return. She was still naked, and though they could see that she was not completely at ease, she walked into the pool and came right up to Sean. He took the initiative to pull her into his arms, and she did not resist. After a nice long cuddle, she pulled back and said "We still haven't decided about you and the girls. That's why I thought I stripped in the first place." "Have you skinny-dipped with them, yet?" "Well, no, we..." "Rebecca, I will be happy to help, but you have to do your part," he told her. "The only way I will do it is with all five of us naked together in the pool." "But that's..." "He's right, Hon," Nancy interrupted. "Normal and natural, right?" "But they still need to understand that they should not bare themselves for just anyone," Rebecca protested. "Sweetie, Sean is way past 'just anyone'," Nancy said gently. "Here's what we'll do. Tomorrow, us gals will skinny dip for the first time. We'll do it again on Sunday, but we'll ask the girls if they want Sean to join us." "What if they say 'no'?" Rebecca asked. "And the probability of that is... ?" Nancy teased. "At their age, you would have jumped at the chance. So would I." "But Teri has a big crush on Sean," Rebecca pointed out. "Huh?" "Oh, come on, Sean," Nancy teased. "You couldn't miss that. It doesn't matter, Rebecca. If it's normal and natural, and she's with family, she won't refuse. She may pretend for a while, but curiosity will win out over modesty." "How come you're so sure when I'm supposed to be the expert and I have no idea what will happen," Rebecca complained. "What will happen is that you will get to see more of that gorgeous hardon," Nancy teased some more." "Hardon? But the girls... !" "Aren't they more curious about that than anything?" Nancy challenged. "Sean will have no hope of staying soft. Honey, penises are fascinating, but it's hardons that get our panties wet." ------- When Rebecca and the girls arrived Saturday afternoon, Nancy met them naked and unconcerned. It certainly got the girls' attention. Before they could ask any questions, she announced dramatically "I hereby declare that until further notice, no garments are allowed in my pool or hot tub, nor on my deck." "But what if somebody sees us?" Teri objected. "They can't. It's completely private," Nancy assured the girl. "The only people who can see those gorgeous new boobies and that cute pussy of yours are the ones you want to see them." "Nancy!" Rebecca complained. "Oh, quit it, Doctor Lady," Nancy chuckled. "Nothing about those words will hurt them." "Teri has bigger boobs, but I've got some hair on my ... my pussy!" Mike bragged. Acting only a little glum, Teri explained "We looked up puberty for girls. It said about one in seven times a girl grows some hair before her breasts start to grow." "Well, isn't it nice that both of you have proof that you will soon be women?" Nancy said with a grin. "Not too soon. Not too soon," Rebecca murmured. Nancy heard and gave her a hug. Predictably, it took Rebecca the longest to get relaxed and enjoy the time with the girls. Her biggest problem was that she knew the plan for the next day. The idea of being naked with Sean again excited her. It was explaining it to the girls that troubled her. Not having told Rebecca, Nancy pulled a surprise before dinner. "Hey, Girls; would it be OK if your mom and I went out to dinner? I can get Sean to come stay with you and he can bring tacos or pizza or chinese or whatever." It was Mike, of course, who piped up "Do we have to put our suits on?" "So, you want to show Sean those pubic hairs, huh?" Nancy shot back. "Well, uh, I ... Yeah! I want to show Sean how I'm growing up!" Mike's chin was thrust forward and her stance was belligerent. Purposely not looking at Rebecca, Nancy again declared dramatically "I hereby declare this area to be clothing optional - ladies' choice. You may wear suits or not, as you choose." In a gentler voice, she told Teri "If Mike wants to be naked and you aren't ready, don't you dare feel bad about it, OK? Who you let see your bare body and when you do it should always be your decision." Nancy had put together the plan on the spur of the moment, just assuming that Sean could be there. Walking back into the house, Rebecca demanded "What are you doing? This wasn't the plan." "When we get ready to leave, just yell goodbye to them. Don't even look to see if they have suits on, or not," Nancy ordered. Stopping in the family room, Rebecca said "Let me guess; you think it would be best for them to have privacy for their first naked time with a boy. Is that about right?" "See, you ARE a shrink. Also, there won't be the problem of the ultra-nervous naked mom almost freaking out." "Was I that bad? Don't answer that! Do you think they will stay naked? Will they ask Sean to?" "Yes, yes, and yes," but you are not going to find out until Sean tells you, got it? Tomorrow, it will be all of us, just like the plan." "But, Nancy, we didn't set any limits for them." "I trust Sean to do that." "But ... how far will he let them go?" "How far would you let them go if you were here - if you were doing a 'lesson'?" "Oh, God!" "Rebecca, are you going to be able relax enough to eat? Sean will be here in fifteen. I want to be waiting in the car when he arrives." "You want him all alone with them without any influence from us, right?" Rebecca let out a big sigh and admitted "You have better instincts on this than I do. Let's dress really casual. Anything more than fast food would be a waste of money the way my stomach feels." "OK, but we need to give them about three hours." ------- The change in plans was not unwelcome to Sean. As he seemed to most days, he had worked long and hard, and he was planning on a couple more hours. Would he rather spend the time relaxing with the girls? You bet he would. Of course, he did not anticipate what he saw when he came out to the pool with his suit on. Nancy had not warned him. He knew what was supposed to happen the next day, but there stood Mike, naked, adorable, and standing proud. Looking around, he saw Teri submerged to her neck in the pool, watching them nervously. "Will you take your suit off it Teri does?" Mike bargained immediately. His mind was cycling fast. The women must have known that something like this would happen. "Why do you want me to do that?" he asked Mike. "Well, we were naked with Mom and Grandma Nancy, and it was so much fun," Mike answered rapidly. "And we've been so curious about, um..." He was about to ask Teri if that was what she wanted, but caught himself. He should not pressure the girls on this subject. Instead, he called out "Teri, I'm taking my suit off, but you don't have to. Only do that if you really want to. "Uh, Girls, I've got an erection. I hope that isn't too big a shock." With that he shucked his suit, took Mike's hand, and walked toward the pool. It was a good thing he was guiding her because she certainly was not watching where she was walking. Sitting on the edge of the pool, he saw that Teri was completely immobile, and he wondered how long she could go without breathing. When she did breathe, it was in a huge gulp. She roused herself enough to come close to him, her eyes fixed on his cock. "Wh ... why is it ... why do you have an erection?" Teri managed to stammer out. "I'll bet your mom has told you a lot about sex, hasn't she?" Both girls nodded. Looking quickly at both girls, he decided how to explain. "Feel your nipples. Are they hard or soft?" Both girls gasped, then blushingly touched their nipples. "Are they hard just because of the cool water, or because you are sexually excited?" "Well, we've never seen one before, and..." Teri still had her suit on, but she seemed determined not to let her little sister dominate the conversation. "My penis reacts the same way. I'm looking at two beautiful, sexy girls and I got an erection, just like your nipples got hard when you looked at me. You know what? I'll bet if you were all wrapped up in sheets, I would still get excited because I knew you were looking at me." "How can we be sexy?" Mike demanded. "I don't have any boobs and just a little hair. Teri doesn't..." "MIKE!" Teri shrieked. She look distressed for a moment, then squared her shoulders. Quickly, she took off her suit and threw the pieces up on the deck. "I don't have any hair yet. Usually that doesn't come until my breasts are bigger." "Thank you, Teri. You too, Mike. I should have thanked you earlier." "What are you thanking us for," Mike asked. "For the privilege of looking at your naked bodies. Always remember, that is a special privilege. Be very careful who you give the privilege to." "Yeah, Mom told us that. But she also said our bodies are normal and natural. Sometimes it's confusing." "Tell you what," Sean responded. "Lots of stuff about sex is confusing." Mike had gotten into the pool right away and both girls were staring at his cock. "Will it stay that way until you masturbate?" Teri asked. "If I get in the pool, the cool water might make it go down. If I think about something that's not sexy, it will get soft after a while." The girls thought about that for a bit. "Can we touch it?" Teri asked. Somehow, Sean had known that question would come up when he was left alone with them. The question was what was the women's' reason for leaving them? Did they want experimentation that would not have happened if they were present? It was the only explanation he could come up with. "Do you girls know why your mom and Nancy left us alone tonight?" "I think it was for privacy," Teri answered. "So we can do things we would be embarrassed to do with them here." He had to shake his head. Whatever he had been told about their intelligence and maturity had been a low estimate. "Should I sit right here, or would it be better if I was on a lounger?" It should not have been a surprise that the girls were very interested in his limit. The reward for finding his limit was a soft shaft to fondle. Again, from experience with the Gang, he understood that they considered it wasteful to have his member unattended. After they had milked him thoroughly, and because of the exhausting day of work behind him, he was in no shape for horseplay in the pool. They seemed to understand and respect that and were more than willing to talk - about anything and everything, as it turned out. After several times together, the girls were no longer the slightest bit hesitant about full-body contact with Sean. The fact that for the first time they were naked did not deter them in the least. As he recovered, they assumed their favorites spots - one snuggled under each arm. "So, your dad is gone for several days this time," he commented. "There's this big convention that starts Monday. It happens twice a year. I guess he has to help set things up," Teri explained. "We don't think he's just working on all these trips," Mike offered. "We think Mom and Dad are going to get divorced." "You're pretty worried about that, huh?" "Not really," Teri insisted. "Lot's of our friends have divorces. It's not like we would miss him a lot." That was a pretty damning declaration from the girl. "And we know that Mom makes more money." "Besides, then Mom could find us a dad we could have fun with," Mike chipped in. "One she could make love with, too." Whoops. "We don't think they do it any more," Teri added. "Maybe they only do it after you're asleep." "No, we can always tell the next morning." "So, you think they should still be doing it, even at their age, huh?" he probed. "Sure they should," Mike answered. "Mom has showed us all kinds of stuff about sex. It's not just for making babies, you know." Teri added "Gramma Nancy has sex. More than one man, too." "Well, she's a very beautiful woman, Teri," he told her. "She doesn't seem old at all, does she?" "So, you do lawns for Gramma Nancy and all her friends, huh?" It seemed like the discussion about their family problems and about sex had ended. "Yes, I do. They found some other customers for me, too. You know, this is a real treat for me. I don't have any sisters or girl cousins or girlfriends, so I don't get to talk to girls that much." "But we're way younger," Mike protested. "Doesn't seem like it to me," he argued. That was a very, very good response. Both girls fairly lit up and the conversation got even more lively and intimate. "Some of my friends are already getting boobs faster than me. Some have hair, too," Teri complained at one point. Somehow, he knew that it was a kind of test for him. He was not sure of all of the ramifications. "Do they brag about it and try to make you feel bad?" "Oh, sometimes. I don't let it bother me, though," Teri claimed. "I don't think any of them have their periods, yet." Tougher test. "I'll bet you're glad your mom has told you all about what's going to happen," he managed to answer. Teri happened to be looking at him and saw his unavoidable blush. "Did your mom or your dad tell you all about sex?" "Not a thing," Sean said, letting a little edge into his voice. "I hope you girls know how lucky you are to have a mom like yours. I'll bet you hear all sorts of stupid things from friends who think they know stuff." Teri was like she was on a mission and was not going to be knocked off course. "So, when you started getting erections and wet dreams, did it scare you?" Whoa! "I'm sure you know this," he said as calmly as he could. "Even very young boys get erections, so there was no surprise. Boys are always talking and joking about sex stuff, so I had at least heard about some things. It was confusing, though." He decided to take a huge chance. "It can't be as frightening as a girl's first period, though." He shouldn't have felt victorious when both girls' eyes widened a little, but he did, He also felt very close to them. Conversation from that point on concerned growing up and changing bodies, but mostly about less intimate aspects. ------- Like everyone, Sean had experienced some episodes of deja vu in his life. It still felt weird when he awoke once again to those soft clicks. This time, though, there were no swimsuits between his body and the darlings under his arms. Also, when he came more awake, he felt the soft little hand holding his relaxed penis. Teri was able to get up and navigate to the car by herself, with only a large towel for covering. He carried Mike. He was glad the girls were sleepy because he was sure they would have seen Nancy grabbing his worn out penis before the door of the house even closed behind them. When she got no swelling reaction from him, she asked "So, was it a lot more than just getting naked?" "That isn't a surprise to you, is it?" "You're right, Hon. You need to let Rebecca know how much happened." "Ohhhhh. Fun." "Don't worry. She trusted you. You know that she's fighting the urge to jump your bones, don't you?" "I should be so lucky!" "Sean Massey! You mean five horny women aren't enough for you?" Nancy did not say anything about age. She knew that he would be hurt and upset if she did. She had planned to have him overnight, but she decided they should save that for a time when he could contribute. Instead, she drove him home with his bike in the back. The girls were close in age, but Mike had always been the heaviest sleeper. Once she was awake, Teri wanted conversation and she wanted contact. Snuggled on the couch once they got Mike in bed, Rebecca asked "Want to tell me about it?" "I can't believe you let us do that, Mom! It was so awesome!" "You realize that you can never tell your friends, don't you? It could be big trouble for Sean." "Oh, we talked about that. We never would do anything to get him in trouble." "So, did you make him ejaculate?" She decided to use clinical words, at least for a while. "Uh, huh." "Pretty amazing, isn't it?" "Wow! You should have seen it, Mom!" Ooops. Where to go from there. Taking a deep breath, Rebecca admitted "I have seen him hard, Honey." "You have? When?" "You can ask him tomorrow. We're all going to swim naked together." "Oh, wow! Mom, we are the luckiest girls ever! Even if Dad leaves." "If Dad ... why do you say that?" "You can't keep that secret. You guys aren't really like you're married any more. We can tell." "You have to believe that I have tried to make it work, Honey," Rebecca said. "Oh, we know that," Teri said confidently. "Once he's gone you can find a man who can live with superwoman." The only reason Rebecca did not shake her head in astonishment is that she was hugging her darling too closely. "Do you think we can get out of having to go see him after the divorce?" Teri wanted to know. "I'm sure that he will have visitation rights," Baby. "Whether he actually bothers to see you is another matter." They cuddled and talked for almost another hour. "We think you should have sex with Sean as soon as Dad leaves," was Teri's parting shot when she kissed Rebecca and went off to bed. ------- Sunday at Nancy's, the girls were at first stunned to have their mother and Nancy both naked with Sean there, even though Rebecca had told Teri. Once they got over that, it seemed like they had even more than the usual massive store of energy to dispose of. There was no sexual exploration and no tender cuddles that day. It was just a joyful time at the pool, only without swimsuits. Sean even spent a surprising portion of the time flaccid. Monday, Sean just could not make it to Nancy's, but he promised to be there earlier Tuesday afternoon. When he arrived, Nancy was unusually subdued, and he asked her why. Not worrying that the girls were right there, she told him "Jason comes home tomorrow night. I just have the feeling that he is going to tell Rebecca that he is leaving her." "But you have no real evidence, right?" "He must have a woman, or more than one, at all these cities he visits," Nancy insisted. "One time, I saw him writing on his computer and he got upset," Mike interjected. "Maybe he was emailing a woman. I don't think he knows how to chat." That caught Nancy and Sean completely off guard. "You mean he's not very good on computers?" Sean asked. Teri laughed. "He couldn't pass our computer class, that's for sure. I had to help him set up a new email account once." "Do you remember that email address?" Sean asked. "Sure. It's on Yahoo." "You wouldn't happen to know his password, would you?" "Well, it looked like he was typing his usual one." "His usual one? What's that?" "Oh, it's 'Tiger57'. He was number 57 on the Tigers, his college football team." "Nancy, would you be upset if..." That's as far as Sean got before she was hauling him toward her office. It was shockingly easy to go into Jason's account through webmail. In keeping with the low computer skills Teri claimed for him, he had not deleted messages. The woman's name was Kathy. She was pregnant with Jason's son and demanding that he make a decision. Their sleuthing success did not bring joy to any of them. Nancy sniffled and the girls were just silent. Finally, Nancy said "We have to tell Rebecca. She has to strike first. We can't let him surprise her with this." ------- Chapter 14 When Rebecca arrived, it took only a split second to detect that there was something wrong. Nancy took it upon herself to tell the news. "Honey, we have proof on Jason. A woman who is pregnant by him is demanding that he make a decision." Nancy and Sean had been right beside Rebecca, and it was a good thing because she became very light-headed for a minute or so. When she recovered, her strength showed itself. "It's not his to decide any longer." "Honey, the woman says it's a boy." "Oh, God!" Rebecca could not avoid saying. After Mike was born, the doctors warned her against another pregnancy, so she had her tubes tied. Not having a son had been a real sore point for Jason. "Knowing that, he'll leave for sure." The others did their best to comfort Rebecca and she handled it surprisingly well. "I wonder if there is any chance of getting papers to hand him when he gets home tomorrow night?" "Whatever it takes, we'll make it happen!" Nancy said emphatically, already reaching for the phone to call Julie. "I'm sure Julie has a favor or two she can call in from lawyer friends, even if they are not family law specialists. All you want is the initial filing to hand him, right?" "That will be enough. Nancy, can we move in here for a while. I want to meet him at the airport and hand it to him there. I would as soon never sleep in the same house again." "I'll take the day off tomorrow," Sean said quickly. "I'm sure Roger can help. It's summer, so Dale could take some time, too. We'll rent a truck and move as much stuff as we can." Turning to her oldest, Rebecca said "Teri, you are a wonderfully smart, compassionate young lady. You won't think badly of your mother if she takes your advice, will you?" "M ... my advice?" Teri asked in some confusion. "I am going to into the bedroom with Sean. We are going to have sex, just like you said I should. Sweetie, I need to be reminded that I am still a desirable woman. I hope you never have to be reminded this way." She gave Sean a look of pleading, but with a hint of challenge that looked eerily like some he had received from Mike. As if there was a chance that he would refuse. He did look at Nancy, though, to see if she was upset. He had barely turned her way when she locked her mouth to his in one of her volcanic kisses. Apparently, she was all for the idea. ------- Having made the decision, Rebecca's resolve seemed to run out. It was not that she changed her mind, and she did not yearn for some genuine affection and intimacy any less. She just did not know what to do next. Nancy was on top of things, though. "You have to take control," she whispered in his ear. "She's just barely keeping it together. Undress her, wash her ... you know. Just like you do with us." As Sean put an arm around Rebecca and led her toward the house, Nancy took the girls' hands and led them to the hot tub. At their insistence, everyone but Rebecca was already naked. If Nancy thought she would have to comfort the girls, she was mistaken. "Finally!" Mike said with emphasis. "I wish we would have snooped in his email before," Teri lamented. "It could have saved Mom lots of worry." "Gramma Nancy, are you going to help us find Mom a GOOD husband?" Mike asked. "Hey, how about Brad? He looks really good. He liked that Mom was successful," Teri said. "Girls, divorces take a while, you know. Besides, your mom may not want to think about getting married right away." "But she needs loving," Mike insisted. "Yeah, and she won't want to keep doing it without being married," Teri added. "She doesn't believe that's right. Oh, um, sorry Gramma Nancy, I..." At first shocked that the Gangs' 'secret' was known to the girls, Nancy was soon laughing. "Can't keep much from you two, can I. Look, your mother is right. Ideally, sex should be between husband and wife. My friends and I, well, we have just decided that marriage is not the best thing for us right now." "Can we meet the other men?" Why was that no surprise to Nancy? "Would any of the others be good for Mom?" "Girls, I don't think finding your mom another husband should be your most important job right now. I think that will happen. What she needs most is all the love and support and help we can give her. That's something only we can do for her. She CAN find her own husband." That brought on a period of silence. Nancy noticed that Teri took on a faraway look. After a while, she spoke as if in a trance "I wonder what it is like with Sean?" As important as it had seemed to educate the girls and make them well-adjusted, Nancy had to worry a bit about what they had started. ------- It was such a strange mix of emotions that Rebecca could not get a handle on them. There was a mixture of deep sadness and loss with liberating relief. There was that aching longing in the center of her being. There was the heat and swelling at her breasts and crotch, countered by the guilt over a young boy causing it. There was..." "Stop trying to analyze how you feel" shattered her reverie. The soft words from Sean in her ear were accompanied by soft kisses. Not satisfied with that, he stopped leading her toward the house and wrapped her in a serious lover's embrace and kiss. Then, she was airborne, and it was as thrilling as the first time Sean had picked her up, even though she now had clothes on. Through the muddle of her thoughts, she tried to make a mental note to find out how he got the patio door open while carrying her. Slugging through that took long enough that before she knew it, she was standing in the master bath and Sean was undressing her. Undressing her. How wonderful that felt. Why had Jason never done that? Why ... dammit! - keep Jason out of this! Oh! Sean was kissing every place he uncovered. What an intimate feeling! Not very fresh after a day at work, but ... ohhhhhh! "S ... Sean, wait. Gotta pee!" "Pee in the shower!" In the shower? But that's ... Then, water was rushing over her and Sean was telling her to just let it go. What was she afraid of? Why was it bad? Did he really want her to? The warmth of the gushing urine was matched by the warmth flushing her face. So many new sensations! He was washing her. So sweet! So intimate! Never happened ... oh, wait ... nice boy at college ... such nice hands ... why hadn't she married him? Rebecca could probably have driven quite safely, but that did not mean that her mind was fully connected to what was happening. She was retreating behind the feelings, letting them shelter her from the pain that she knew would come from thinking too much. And the feelings were wonderful. Sean's hands seemed to speak as they washed, caressed, and explored every inch of her. They spoke of wonder, of admiration, of desire - oh, that was the most important thing, desire. His desire was like an intoxicant and a restorative to her. Her status as woman had been under attack for so long, but this young Greek god wanted her badly. Sean was reveling in the wonderful feelings, as well, but he could not help comparing. Rebecca was slim, actually thinner than she should be. She was very much the prototypical professional woman. She did not have the musculature of the women in the Gang, but there was no flab or slackness. Many would describe her build as athletic. Her breasts were the size of Claire's and her hips and ass were as slim as Carole's. Touching and caressing her was pure enjoyment, but it also made him realize how remarkable the bodies of his older lovers were. There was nothing in the feel of Nancy or the others to give away the generation difference in age from Rebecca. Actually, he spent very little time on such thoughts. Rebecca seemed to have the same need as the other women; she wanted his cock in her hand. The way she grasped him, it was like it was her lifeline. The effect on him was building. When he had just acted on instinct with the other women, they had always seemed more than receptive. Right then, he wanted to be inside of Rebecca. As he lifted her, she was no heavier than Claire. When he pressed her against the wall and placed his cock at her opening, she did not hesitate to wrap her legs around him and reach her hand down to guide him in. As she eased down, she was already panting. Sean could not know how important his penetration was to Rebecca. Faithfulness, despite Jason's failure to reciprocate, had been very, very important to her. The sexual contact with Sean a few days earlier had troubled her more than she would let on. At the same time, it had made glaringly obvious what was missing in her life. At the final proof of Jason's infidelity, her decision to have sex with Sean had been sudden and instinctive. She was determined but still troubled by the symbolic significance of the act. Now, it was done. The debate and uncertainty were past and she could lose herself in the pleasure. The pleasure. Why did it seem like her body was more alive, more sensitive than ever before. The setting was unnatural, pressed against the cold tile, unable to do anything but hold on. All the sensations were centered on just one part of her - no two! Three! Then, overload! As he had washed her bottom, Sean had noticed her very strong reaction as he cleaned around her anus. As he was thrusting forcefully into her against the shower wall, he remembered how it had affected Claire. He was holding her up with his hands, but he was able to find her pucker and push inward on it. She seemed like she would rocket straight upward from the contact. It would be a minor miracle if she orgasmed before he spent his load, but it would be wonderful for her. As she bounced up and down, her nipples were within reach. With his hands supporting her, all he had was his mouth, so he got ahold of one and bit firmly, just like he had done to Claire. Afterwards, Rebecca was embarrassed that the girls might have heard her scream. When the sudden, surprise climax hit, though, the scream was practically autonomic. The suddenness and the piercing quality of her scream actually kept Sean from coming, another rarity. He would take advantage of it. Judging that Nancy would be last person to fret about wet bedding, he wrapped his arms tightly around Rebecca and carried her from the shower to the bed. At the last second, he did reach down to throw the bedspread and top sheet out of the way with one hand. Because of their instruction and the way he felt about them, Sean had always willingly made sure that the women in the Gang were satisfied first. He could not say that he had the same feelings for Rebecca, mainly because he had not known her long. He liked her a lot, though, respected her, and felt a lot of sympathy for the way she had been treated. That gave him extra incentive to make it special for her. Relief for himself could wait. Because no one had told him otherwise, Sean just assumed that oral sex was a normal, universal part of lovemaking. Thus, he was surprised at Rebecca's reaction when he began licking her immediately upon laying her on the bed. "Ahhhh! Sean! What are you... ! You don't... ! OH, GOD!" Knowing from before that she did not become too sensitive after coming, he went right for her clit. Her general level of arousal was such and her response so strong that he was able to work her to a state of almost continuous orgasm and keep her there for about ten minutes. That was a whole new experience for him. Not knowing the term 'necrophylia', he still decided that trying to enter her while she was from all appearances unconscious was just not right. Remembering the previous time, he wondered if she was prone to losing consciousness from strong orgasms. She was quite damp, so he moved her gently to a dry spot on the bed, then fetched a towel and patted her dry before covering her. Because of the intensity of his sexual education, Sean gained some insights and appreciation that would escape the average teen. He loved to watch a satisfied sleeping woman. The universal mystery of woman was most evident in the serenity of their expressions in post-coital slumber. Rebecca would not be out for an hour as she had been the previous time. Instead, she opened her eyes after four or five minutes. Apparently a little disoriented, she started to stretch, but noticed when the sheet pulled off of her bare breasts and quickly brought her arms down. Only then did she notice Sean. Her face first showed alarm, then recognition, followed by a smile that could have caused him sunburn. "You have a talent for knocking me out," she mock scolded. "You are a very, very responsive woman." "Did you come after I, uh, while I was... ?" "No. I was too busy just watching you sleep." She did not know how to respond to that. "I guess I should not be surprised at you, Sean. You have been taught by experts, after all." She found his cock with her hand. "You're still ready. Come in me, please." "Is there some position you never had a chance to try?" he asked. Her eyes widened and seeming completely awake and aware, she got him on his back and straddled him. "Let me guess," Sean said. "He once heard this position called 'female superior' and there was no way he would do that, right?" "How come you can figure him out so easily, and I, the professional, got fooled?" "Love is blind, maybe? Big, handsome football hero; even geniuses have hormones." That stopped her for a moment. "Are you sure you haven't rehearsed all of these lines?" she said with a little shake of her head. Without waiting for an answer, she began working herself down onto him. He watched her bounce up and down for a minute or two, marveling at how responsive she was. Seeing that weariness was going to win out before she could get off that way, he pulled her down atop himself, braced his feet on the bed, and started thrusting into her vigorously. It was no surprise when he came well before she was close. That seemed to make her happy, and she stretched out on him, indicating that she did not want any more stroking. She laid her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck, as he stroked her without thinking about it. "You genuinely like women, don't you, Sean?" "I didn't until I met the Gang. They showed me what real women were like, and yes, I love women." "You know, if Teri has her way, you will be my son-in-law some day." "Well, if she grows up to be like her mother, there's a good chance of that." "There you go again, just like it was rehearsed!" Wondering why the quips were coming so easily lately he said "You know, there would be one problem. There are so many good mother-in-law jokes and I wouldn't want to use any of them." "Tomorrow is going to be a very tough day for me," she said. "I want you to make me so sore that I will feel it constantly. It will remind me that I won't be losing anything, I will be getting a chance at something much better. I figure you're good for at least two more comes, even after a day of work." The first time that he had been asked to pound a woman almost brutally, Sean had been very concerned and more than a little mystified. It was seeming more and more like many women had that need occasionally. Rebecca would have liked nothing better than to spend the night with Sean. However, spending the night together would seem too romantic. What they had done was for relief and for restoration. She hoped to God that she could remember that. In the car, headed for perhaps their last night it that house, Rebecca immediately told the girls "Just so you don't start asking, I am not going to say anything about what Sean and I did together. He is a very considerate, very good lover. He helped me a great deal to forget what is going to happen. We quite likely will never have sex together again. It was a very special, very emotional time for me." Of course the girls were disappointed, but Rebecca had successfully taught them respect and they did not push. ------- Rebecca was determined to meet Jason at the airport and hand him the divorce papers. Nancy, Sean, and the girls were all waiting where they could see the encounter, but where Jason was unlikely to notice them. Nancy was gleefully disguised and had made the girls look quite different from their usual appearance, as well. Rebecca did indeed manage to surprise Jason. However, he had a bit of a last laugh. "Jason, these are divorce papers," she said when she came up to him as he left the security area. "It's a walk-away. All it takes is your signature for the house to be listed for sale. If you want it for Kathy and the baby, you'll have to buy out my half." He was stunned enough that his own surprise statement lost most of its sting. "I won't need it. I've been promoted to headquarters. Kathy lives there." She just nodded and walked away. The others met her on the way to short-term parking. She managed to hold it all in until she got into the car. When her tears stopped, she told them what Jason had said. "Does that mean we'll have to fly there to see him?" Teri worried out loud. "All we can do is let the lawyer see what it will take to get him to waive visitation. Don't you want to see him either, Mike?" "It sure wouldn't be any fun," Mike said, "especially if the bitch is living with him." "MICHELLE SANDERS! She may be a perfectly nice woman," Rebecca scolded. "Besides, what kind of language is that, anyway." "Well, what would you call her?" Teri demanded testily. Rebecca had to pull herself back into psychologist mode, then, despite her own pain. The girls had quite likely underplayed their upset at the breakup, probably to make it easier for her. No way could she be judgmental right then. She had to do something to emphasize that they were all in it together. "Actually," Rebecca said thoughtfully, "I think 'slut' would be more appropriate." Nancy was driving, with Sean shotgun and Rebecca between the two girls in back. When the girls gaped at their mother in astonishment, she pulled them into a tight hug. "If you two really don't want to have to visit him, we might be able to offer some incentives. That is, if you don't mind my giving up some money. You know, because of Grandma Nancy's friend Carole, your mom has plenty put away for anything we might need." "Doesn't Dad know about that money? I thought you always split everything in a divorce," Teri said. "Girls, it all turns into bargaining and legal maneuvering. Remember, we have evidence of adultery. That's what is called 'leverage'." "Is that like blackmail?" Mike wondered. "I guess you could think about it that way," Rebecca was able to chuckle. Talking with the girls always elevated her spirits. "You have to remember, if your dad ever found out what I did with Sean last night, we wouldn't have that advantage any more." "You already know we would never tell anyone," Teri said confidently. "That's good, Sweethearts. Uh, remember what I said last night about Sean and I never doing that again. Well, I'm sorry, but if Sean is willing, I need more healing tonight." ------- The night before, Rebecca had gotten a glimpse of what she had been missing for all of her married life. This night, she was better able to explore and enjoy. Sean chose not to go home, and they slept together in what was temporarily Rebecca's room at Nancy's. "You are a very strong woman, Rebecca," Sean told her when talking was all he was still able to do. "Well, thank you. I'm not sure how true that is. You will find that when you have others to protect, like your children, you can find strength you did not know you had." "I don't think I could ever be interested in a woman who wasn't strong," he mused. "After Nancy and the others, and now you ... it just makes all of you that much more desirable." "So, you see strength as sexy?" "Yeah, that's a good way to put it." The psychologist in her just couldn't sleep. "Your mother is strong, but she's not sexy to you." "That, my dear Doctor, is something to talk about some other day. I will not waste time on it when I am cuddled to a beautiful, naked woman." "Mmmmmm. Right answer." ------- "Don't worry, Rebecca won't be monopolizing Sean," Nancy assured the Gang at their next regular brunch. "I really believe that those two times will be all. I know she feels guilty about it. I'm just glad she was realistic enough to see how badly she needed it." "So, are you still going to have the men coming by while she's living there?" Claire asked. "I mean, with the girls." "Unless you want to assign Sean full-time," Nancy shot back. That was met with some boos. "As it turns out," Nancy went on. "The girls figured it all out by themselves. Rebecca and I have done quite a bit of talking with them. I guess there is a risk that they will get the wrong idea, but it's too late now." "Any chance Rebecca will want to do a three-way with any of the men?" Phyllis asked. "I doubt very much she would think of that," Nancy answered. "I've thought of it, though, with Brad." She waited for some expressions of surprise to subside, then told them about the interaction around the pool and Brad's comments. "Would that be the way to start a possible romance, though?" Julie worried. "That's a good point," Nancy admitted. "I know we would all hate to lose any of our guys, but you have to agree that Brad deserves a better life than he has now." Showing unusual seriousness, Claire contributed "I know he likes all the sex, just like the other men. At his age, though, I agree that it's harder not having a family. Has Rebecca said anything about him?" "No. I think her marriage has had her completely absorbed." "But you say she's taking it surprisingly well?" "I am so proud of her," Nancy enthused. "And the girls! It's sad in a way, but they seem liberated." "Aren't they sad about leaving their home?" "That's the funny thing - no. They'd rather camp out with me. They're working on Rebecca to find something even closer to me." "It's the skinny-dipping, I'll bet," Claire said with a laugh. "No doubt," Nancy laughed. "Not that we can criticize, right. They are just discovering early what we already know: naked is our natural and most comfortable state." That was a very philosophical statement for Nancy. "That reminds me; I would really like all of you to visit a lot while they are staying with me. It is good for them to meet lots of strong women." "Are you going to let them skinny dip with any of the men?" That was Claire, of course. "Well, that is Rebecca's to decide. Actually, I think it would be good for them," Nancy answered. "I may have to use some, uh, persuasion to get the men to strip down." "And Rebecca?" "Our brilliant psychologist is changing her mind about a lot of things lately," Nancy observed. "Sleeping with Sean was way, way out of character for her." "The kid has that effect on women, doesn't he?" Phyllis commented. "Do we need to start looking for Brad's replacement, yet?" Carole wanted to know. "Hey, I thought we were always looking," Claire complained with forced drama. "Do you mean to say we may have passed up some great cocks because we weren't paying attention?" Everyone laughed, remembering how Claire herself had counseled against adding any more men shortly after Brad joined them. "Gals, sometimes I think that finding two brothers and a cousin like we did was the kind of fortune that may never be repeated," Carole warned. "How could we have imagined that the situation met their needs and ours so well?" "Just suppose Rebecca should marry Brad," Julie suggested in a change of subject. "Would Rebecca still be able to work with us, knowing our relationships with her husband?" "Ladies, ladies! I have already heard concerns about two or three problems that we may never be faced with. Let's just keep talking and let things take their course, OK?" "You're right, Carole," Julie agreed. "One thing, though. Nancy, if you're done monopolizing Sean, I'd like to try to get him together with Sarah before the summer is over." ------- It had taken Melanie Massey almost two weeks before she stopped reeling from the impact of the pictures Sean had used to 'persuade' her to ease up on him. Part of the time, she was terrified that she would do something to make him send the pictures to her mother. In reality, that was the really big club that Sean held. Part of the time, she was angry with him and considered ignoring the pictures and resuming her rightful motherly role. Much of the time, she was depressed because Sean had never shown the slightest sexual response to her. He must have seen many very revealing pictures from the party, but he appeared totally uninterested. By the time she started to recover from her initial reactions, she noticed a different air about him during the rare times when he was home. She may have been totally insensitive to her child's feelings but she knew men. Sean was now a man - he was getting laid. She felt no sense of celebration for his important passage in life. Neither did she feel anger that he had done something that she had once had such firm control over. What she felt was more sadness and depression. Some other female had attracted him, but he still reacted to her, his mother, as no more than part of the furniture. She never doubted her sex appeal. It had been a major asset her whole life, even before puberty. Men had always done her bidding because of that appeal. Now, though, the one male who was supposed to respond sexually to her simply did not notice. Failure to notice her was tantamount to a social crime in Melanie's mind. Apparently, she just had not worked hard enough to be noticeable when Sean was around. She determined to change that. ------- One evening, when Sean had finished Julie's lawn, Julie told him "I need to talk to you about something, Honey." "Oh, oh! I heard somewhere that those were fatal words for a guy to hear from a girl," he quipped. "Well, uh, nothing fatal, but I do have something to ask you," she said. Taking a deep breath, Julie said "My granddaughter, Sarah, lives across town. She'll be a senior at North High. I feel bad for her because, well, she's awfully shy. What's worse is that my son somehow married a Puritan. They haven't told poor Sarah one thing about sex or about boys. They've even kept her out of sex ed classes at school." "Um, is this headed where I think it is?" he tried to joke, while gulping. "It probably is. Listen, Sean, Sarah really is a very sweet girl, and her stupid mother is screwing up her life," Julie said with such emotion that Sean could not help but feel for her. "You're really fond of her, aren't you?" he asked softly. "Do you get along well with her?" "Oh, yes! I think right now, she'd live with me if she could," Julie responded. "Does her mother let her stay with you for any long period of time?" "She doesn't like to since she found out about the guys," Julie said sadly, "but my son has persuaded her a few times. Why do you ask?" "Well, I, uh, can't see me just meeting her the first time bare-assed and saying "Hi, I'm Sean. Your grandma said you wanted to learn about dicks. Here's mine. What do you want to know about it?" "Sean!" Julie gasped. "That's not what I had in mind!" "I didn't really think so," he assured her, "but how did you see it going? If Sarah is really shy, we might have to work into it. Were you planning to be with us for the 'show and tell' part?" "Oh, my God, no! Sean! That would be ... that would be. No, I..." "Julie, if Sarah is so shy and she ends up alone with a naked guy, won't she freak out? Will she really learn anything?" Julie just looked at him for a while, then shook her head sadly. "I guess ... I guess I just wanted so badly to help her that I didn't think about all of those things." "She's lucky to have a grandma that cares so much about her," he said. "This is stranger than anything else that has happened with you women, but I'm willing to help you - help her. It's just that I would like to get to know her first. Otherwise, it would seem so ... impersonal." With Julie shaking her head in sadness again, Sean suggested "Why don't you talk it over with the rest of the gang. Let them help you come up with a plan." ------- Still only a few weeks from the breakup, Rebecca and the girls had made no attempt to move from Nancy's. Shortly after dinner, Sean arrived, and after gobbling some warmed up food, he gave in as the girls towed him to the pool. "We can talk by the pool where we can watch the kids," Nancy suggested. "Talk? Uh, no fooling you, is there," Rebecca chuckled. "Do we really want to see what they do with each other?" "Absolutely. I know some privacy is important, but right now, it's just horseplay," Nancy chided. "But Sean is naked. And at lunch, Dan is naked. I can hardly take it," Rebecca moaned. "Here are these two beautiful men in such great shape. Besides that, I can talk to them and they treat me with such ... respect. And why can't I have a man that I love to look at? Why couldn't Jason even respect his own body enough to stay good to look at?" "Well, that's in the past, now, Hon. He found someone else." "Nancy, why would any woman want to be with him?" "Hon, you have to admit that your standards are pretty high. Yeah, he's out of shape and overweight, but he's a long ways from obese. You've told me he's well hung. You also know how he can turn on the charm. There's no telling why some women will jump into bed." "But I couldn't get him to," Rebecca lamented. "I know you, Honey. I've seen how you treated him. I can tell what your sex drive is like. He had all a man could ever want in bed with him every night. There had to be a reason he didn't respond to you." "Well, there's that competitive business," Rebecca offered. "Maybe he felt ... diminished. Maybe he felt less of a man because I earned more. I'm sure Julie would never tell you, but she has worked out a way to make my earnings seem less. The rest goes to an account he knows nothing about. It's all legal, just not very honest to him. I really thought I needed to reduce the difference." "Everything you said about Jason was past tense. Did you notice that? That's a good sign. You have to move on." They both just watched for a while before Nancy mused out loud "All of our men are in good shape. I think they are doing it for themselves and not just for us. That self-respect makes a man sexy. God, I would love to be out there climbing all over Sean like the girls are!" ------- Dan hoped that he had hammered home the need for secrecy enough. Sarah certainly had said that she would tell no one. He believed her about Arlene, and he thought she meant it about her friends. It was just that he understood the bond between best girlfriends at least a little. As he screwed up his courage, he was not sure there was ever a right time for what he was about to do. This was one of the few possible times, though, with only himself and Sarah at home late on a Saturday morning. He had taken her out for breakfast and then he had mowed the lawn, mainly to work up an excuse to shower before fixing lunch. The activity of fixing and eating lunch would be a perfect setting. He had jerked off in the shower in hopes of preventing any swelling. There was nothing he could do to prevent the butterflies in his stomach, though. The Gang had cautioned him against startling her and possibly upsetting her. The plan was to wear just a towel from the shower and take her to the kitchen where they would prepare lunch. The removal of the towel would hopefully occur when she was properly prepared for it. Even after all of the hours spent naked in front of his mother's gang, the first step out of the bathroom in his towel was daunting. The walk to the family room wasn't much better. Sarah had not asked for this - she would never think to. A number of things that came up during their recent dates and conversations had emphasized the wisdom of Rebeacca's suggestion. It was incredible how easily Sarah had opened up and revealed her curiosity and her frustration. All it had taken was for him to ask and be willing to listen. It was now up to him to make the visual display happen. As he had expected, she was slouched in a chair, watching TV. Forcing himself to put his hands on his hips, he stepped in front of her and told her "Honey, why don't you help me fix us some lunch." He held out his hand to help her up and held it as they entered the kitchen. He backed up to the counter, facing her, and tried to keep his voice steady. "Honey, would it be helpful to you if I took off this towel and let you see what I look like?" Her reaction was none of the possible ones that Rebecca and the gang had discussed with him. She stood frozen for a moment, with only her jaw working silently. Then she jammed her hand into her crotch, jumped to her feet, and tore off toward the nearby powder room. "I'll be right back! I'll be right back!" she screeched. As he stood waiting, he was trying to keep from laughing. His ultra-modest daughter had not taken time to shut the powder room door and he could hear her peeing. At first, he had thought that her real problem was arousal rather than a full bladder. His laughter did not last long. He heard a moan of frustration, then a frantic "Daddy! Don't look. Please!" Sensing that her psyche was very fragile right then, he quickly turned so he was looking toward the back yard, away from her path toward her bedroom. He assumed that was where she was headed. He could almost hear her peeking around the corner before he heard the mad dash down the hall. The main bathroom door slammed shut and she was in there for at least five minutes. His urge to laugh ended quickly and he wondered how he could have done it more gently. Instead of doing something to help her, he had shocked her into peeing herself. What kind of memory was that going to be for her? He still had the towel covering him. He had Rebecca's cell number and he needed immediate help. If only she was reachable. When she answered, he blurted out "Our plan wasn't so good!" and told exactly what had happened. "What should I do? Should I try again? Should I get dressed? Should I go and talk to her? Leave her alone? What?" "First, calm down," she told him. "Yes, it appears to have been too much, too quickly, but we had no way of knowing that. Don't beat yourself up over it. What you have to do now is make absolutely sure that you salvage the situation. You have to leave her with enough excitement, enough stimulation that she forgets all about her original upset." "And how do I do that?" "I expect that you will have to go well beyond what you had intended." "You mean..." "Yes, that's what I mean." "Oh. You have someone who can hear you, right?" he figured out. "Does that mean I should let her touch me?" "That may be the best way to turn the situation around," was all Rebecca would say. "Ah. You can't order or even encourage me to do that, can you?" "I think you see the limitations quite clearly. It's the intent that counts," she said obliquely. "Wow! Wish me luck, Doc. Thanks for being available." He gave Sarah several minutes to try and recover, mostly because he badly needed those minutes to ponder his next step. Finally, he walked softly to the master bathroom. There, he jerked off again, anticipating the need for some strong erection resistance. He left the towel behind. When he had cleaned up and caught his breath, he went to Sarah's door and called to her. "Sarah, Sweetie, can I come in and talk to you?" When there was no answer, he called again "Sarah, please. We need to talk." "Daddy ... I ... I just have my panties on." Was that a 'yes' or a 'no'? "Well, Honey, that's more than I'm wearing. Can I come in?" This time, when there was no answer, he announced "I'm coming to talk to you," and slowly opened the door. The depth of her upset was driven home to him by the sight of her in the fetal position, facing away from him on the bed. The chance to look at him was not enough to pull her from her funk. She was right at the near edge of her double bed, so he knelt on the floor and began gently stroking her hair as she sniffled. "I'm such a dweeb!" she snarled. "Sweetie, it was my fault," he insisted. "I thought I was doing something that would help you, but I was too ... too sudden about it. I'm sorry that I upset you." "I'm sure you figured out that I peed my pants," she whimpered. "Sarah, I wanted to do it, but to tell the truth, I was scared stiff. I just did it in the only way I had enough guts for," he explained. "I'm so sorry it shocked you." "I don't think there was a way you wouldn't have shocked me," she said in a more normal voice. "Why did you want to do it, anyway?" "Part of it is guilt." "Guilt?" "We've talked about it. You have been deprived of a lot of information about sex that a girl your age should have. I just went along and let it happen. I was wrong, and I want to make up for it as much as I can. I don't want you to ... uh ... I don't want you to be ignorant." "I appreciate that, Daddy. I really do. I thought after I dorked out that you would just get dressed and go away." This was the time to make a bold move and he knew it. That is, his mind knew it, but his body was rebelling from the thought. Using every ounce of willpower that he had, he stood up, then stretched one leg up and over her legs. When his knee came down on the bed, he was spread wide open to her gaze. At first, she was not looking, so he made an awkward pause. Feeling the pressure on the bed, she looked up, right at his lewdly displayed penis. She gasped and went rigid, but showed no signs of her earlier panic. Using his hands, he moved himself so he was on his hands and knees on the other side of the bed. He was purposely angled toward her so she could see his shaft and balls hanging down. She made no noise as he arranged a pillow against the headboard, intending to lie on his back against it. At the last moment, he found the courage to lie on his side facing her, with his upper knee raised. He had been there several seconds when he could finally look at her face. "Breathe, Sarah." he said quickly. When she looked in his eyes, he saw some shame and he quickly slid his lower hand under her face and told her "I love you, Honey. Don't be upset. Please." He saw her eyes dart downward toward his crotch before she seemed to jerk them back up. "I'm lying here like this so you can look at it, Honey. Don't be afraid." There was a brief, pleading look before she took in a huge breath and stared at his crotch. It would be a long time before her gaze reached his face again. "Was I wrong in thinking you would want to see a naked male?" he asked. "Well, duh-uh! Of course you weren't wrong! I just thought I would have to wait until I was twenty-one - or maybe thirty!" The sarcastic edge to her voice was a good thing, in his opinion. It meant she was coming out of the shock of the initial upset. "What's with Mom, anyway?" That was another time that he desperately wanted to talk to Rebecca, but he would have to decide this on his own. Despite her shyness, Sarah was bright and read people much better than he would have suspected. That was one of the main discoveries of their dates. "Honey, I'm willing to tell some very private things about our marriage. These are things that a teenaged daughter ordinarily would not be told. I feel that I owe it to you because of all of my cluelessness and how it has affected you. Before I say anything, though, you have to assure me that this will be COMPLETELY secret, especially from Jess. Can you promise me that?" "I would be stupid to tell Jess anything. It would go right to her mom, then to mine," Sarah commented. "Does that mean she can never be trusted with a secret?" That was a disturbing thought, considering the plans for Sarah and Jess at his mother's. "Oh, if it would get her in trouble herself, she can be very, very secretive." "Does that mean that she has done some naughty things that no one knows about?" he asked in a conspiratorial tone. "Let's just say that Jess is not as sweet and innocent as everyone thinks she is," Sarah answered. "I hope you aren't as sweet and innocent as your mother thinks you are, either," he told her honestly. "Huh?" "It would be unnatural and unhealthy if you were really what your mother thinks you are. If you were, I would feel even worse than I do now." "I guess I'm not as brave as Jess," she complained. "Or just more obedient," he added, leaning his head over to kiss her head. "Dad, Jess hasn't done anything bad. It's just that Aunt Maureen is SOOO strict that she has to do some little stuff just to feel like she is a person. Hey, you were gonna talk about Mom - and you." She still had not lifted her gaze from his crotch. He felt that he was facing another decision point. Rebecca had suggested that he might have to allow Sarah to touch him. That, he really did not want to do. She seemed to be recovering, so he decided to try to resume the original plan. "Hey, I'm still hungry. How about you?" "Yeah, I am. I just had cereal for breakfast." Dredging up lots of willpower again, he got up on his hands and knees and moved back across her to stand beside the bed. He held his hand in front of her to indicate that he wanted to help her up. She went through a brief panic when she stood and remembered that she had on just panties below her waist. She gave a little snort, then actually pulled him from the room without putting anything more on. They chatted rather aimlessly as they fixed sandwiches. He tried to face her as much as possible without being obvious about it, and he noticed her watching him intently. She got back on subject with "How have you lived with hardly ever having sex?" she queried. "I always hear that guys - men - want sex all the time." "Most men have strong libidos," he agreed. Then, "you know what that is, don't you?" "Yeah, I do. Don't you have a strong one?" "I do, Honey. I do." "Then, how can you stand it? Has it always been like this?" "Let's just say that it was quite a shock to me after the wedding," he admitted. "First of all, I love your Mom very much. In every other way, she is an excellent wife." "Isn't that a huge 'but', though, Dad?" "Something tells me that you are much more sophisticated than your mother thinks your are," he chided. "You can't help hearing stuff. The problem is, I never knew for sure what is true and what is bullshit until you helped me." "SARAH! Uh ... Oh, hell! There's a lot of bullshit out there, isn't there?" "When you and Mom do it, is it any good?" "She does it grudgingly to accommodate my needs. You know, wifely duty. It does not seem like she ever enjoys it." "That's sad. So, you have to masturbate for relief, huh? Oh, God! Do you have a lover somewhere?" "No lover, Honey." He sent up a prayer for the technical lie. "Yes, I masturbate quite a bit. Of course, I'm not like your high school guys any more. I don't have to do it three times a day." "You mean some of them really do that?" she asked in amazement. "Are you just going to go on like your are with Mom?" "No, Sweetie, I'm not." "Does that mean divorce?" she whimpered. "I sincerely hope not." He went on to talk about how he wanted to use their vacation as a campaign to try to seduce his wife into becoming a willing sex partner. "Did you figure all of that stuff out by yourself?" she asked. "I had some expert help." "Who?" "A professional. I think I had better leave it at that." ------- Chapter 15 Sarah had never noticed how many times she was left alone with her dad. It had just never been noteworthy before. Now, the day before her parents left on vacation, Dad would be home and Mom was at her sister's. Not having a good idea what being in love was like, she thought she was probably in love with her daddy. The several dates had been dream-like. Even more than the dinners, the play, the concert, the ice cream, and the game, it was the way he had talked to her as an adult. Every question she had asked, he had answered as fully as he could, many times shocking her with the frankness of what he said. If she had her way, it would never end. And of course, the unbelievable way that he had showed himself to her was something she would never forget! When she had told him that she felt like a different girl, she meant it. In just the few weeks of his increased attention, she felt a boldness and a confidence that was completely new to her. She caught herself smiling despite the braces, something she had worked so hard to prevent. It had suddenly occurred to her that her staying with Grandma Cashien might be part of a plan to cure her lack of sexual experience. If that was true, she was all for it. She had heard her mother and aunt clucking about how awful it was that Grandma Cashien entertained men at her house. That meant that one grandma was certainly not like that other one. Her mother and her aunt came by their sexual hangups honestly. Sarah was quite sure that Grandma Julie had something planned for her visit. Letting her mind run, Sarah could imagine a cute neighbor boy coming over to swim in the pool. One thing would lead to another, and they would end up skinny dipping. Could she do that? Would she? When school let out, her answer would have been a terrified 'NO WAY!'. Now, she believed that she might be able to. One thing bothered her about her little fantasy, though. Since puberty, no male had seen her naked. Daddy should be the first. Thus it was that the night before vacation, Dan came home, entering through the door from the garage, through the laundry room, to the kitchen, as usual. That was as far as he got before freezing in his tracks at the sight before him. Sarah was working at the kitchen counter, her back to him, naked. Dan could not know that she was not really doing anything, just posing. She had wanted to walk right up to him and greet him with a kiss as a wife would, but she just could not do it. In fact, it was all she could do to keep her knees from buckling where she stood. Neither father nor daughter had a clue what to do next. Dan recovered first, realizing the emotion and the courage that must have driven his darling to do this. He HAD to make a move to ease her trauma. Moving quickly across the few steps between them, he grasped her forearms, thinking that she might need to be held up. Next, he kissed first one shoulder, then the other, unable to resist looking down at the swollen nipples on her modest breasts. "What a beautiful sight to come home to," he whispered in her ear. The shiver that ran through her was so strong that he wondered if it was a little come. Whether it was or not, his precaution of holding her forearms was proven wise. She could barely stand on her own. As soon as he thought that she could support herself, he decided on the casual, 'everything's just normal' approach. "What can I do to help with supper?" When she did not respond, he looked around to see that there was nothing on the counter that hinted at meal preparation. "I know," he said with exaggerated brightness, "I can call for pizza. Can I tell the delivery guy you'll greet him at the door like that?" It worked. "DA-AD!" she shrieked, and spun to take the obligatory swat at him. Her arm was still raised to strike when she realized that she had just exposed herself completely. It was what she wanted to do but had not yet mustered the nerve to complete. She never finished her swat. He caught the hand that was frozen in mid-strike, then took the other one as well. Spreading her hands wide, he first looked at her face with its wide eyes and quivering lip. He made a questioning expression and just waited until she gave a slight nod. Then, he slowly and openly looked her up and down. After a careful perusal, he looked in her face again with a broad smile. "Honey, remember when you said you were a different girl after our session in your room?" "Y ... yeah," was all she could manage. "Well, you were wrong," he went on. "You're a different woman, not a girl any more." He saw her start to squirm a little, rubbing her legs together in the unmistakable signal of a bladder crisis. If she had to flee to the bathroom again, it would be a bad psychological blow, so he had to think fast. "Hey, why don't I call the pizza in right now. We can't be sure how long your mother will be gone." The release of breath on her part was unmistakable. As he pointedly turned his back to use the kitchen phone, he heard her move toward the hall. Her steps were quite sedate until she perhaps thought she was out of earshot. Then, he heard a panicky sprint to the hall bathroom. When he finished the order, he just stood where he was, but turned toward the hall entrance. He heard the flush and the door opening and he listened very hard to see if she would retreat to her room. Instead she peered out from the hall entrance for a moment before locating him. Wanting to make sure that her naked time was not over, he flashed her an unforced smile and told her "Thank you, Baby." "For ... for what?" "For not giving up and getting dressed yet." He wanted to believe that he was concerned about her not getting enough exposure to boost her confidence. That was true, but mainly, he just wanted to keep looking at her lovely young body. His comment was enough to get her to walk tentatively into the kitchen, visibly fighting to keep from reflexively covering herself with her hands. "I wish it was true," she said out of the blue. "Huh?" "About me being a woman. I know I've been slow to develop. It was rough back when all the girls except me had boobs and hair. I still look like a freshman." "You don't know how sorry I am that you have missed some of the best parts of high school. I promise you that your senior year will be different. Even if I have to be a tyrant and an asshole to your mother, you are going to have a normal senior year." That sent her flying into his arms, giving him a big problem of where to put his hands. She didn't care, though, as she was sobbing in relief and gratitude. "Your braces come off in early October, don't they?" he asked, trying to bring some relief to her crying. "You'll be ready for French kissing then, won't you?" "DA-AD!" She looked up at him, trying to be stern, but unable to drown the grin in tears. There was still plenty of girl in her, as she did a quick change of subject and attitude. Backing away, she pushed both hands against her lower belly and looked down at her crotch. "I still don't have very much hair down there." Keeping his gulp a mental one, Dan marshaled his wits enough to plan a response. Perhaps some very frank, adult conversation would be in order. "Don't worry about that, Honey. It looks very sexy when you can still see a lot of your pussy lips." That produced a gasp from her. She had been denied that kind of body talk even with girlfriends. The few girlfriends she had tended to be from families as sexually repressed as her own. To say she was hungry for it was a massive understatement. "S ... s ... sexy? Really?" "Oh, yes. Very sexy. Did you know that many European women shave off all of their pubic hair. They go to a lot of nude beaches over there. Some women here shave, too." "But ... but then everything shows!" "That's the point. When a woman is naked, she wants a man to want to have sex with her. Us men look at pussies right away. A sexy one always gets us excited." She looked quickly at his crotch, then looked up grinning when she noticed the definite bulge. "You have to understand the effect your body has on men, Honey, and you always have to be careful of it. You know that I would never do anything that you don't want. You also know that I love looking at you naked. "I can guarantee you that any man who sees your body will love looking at it. The problem is that there are men that will want to have sex with you so badly that they will not stop themselves, but will force you. That's what rape is." Those words brought a sober, thoughtful mood to Sarah. "Then, I'll just be very, very careful who I let see me," she said resolutely. "See, you are a woman - a very intelligent woman. Too many girls never figure that out," he praised. Apparently, she liked talking about such a personal subject. "Do you think I should trim the hair on my ... my..." "Your pussy, Honey. That's the common word that's used." "Should I trim it?" "Why?" "Well, there isn't a lot of it, but some hairs are pretty long," she complained. "Let me ask you this: if you trimmed it, would your mother find out and get upset?" "Oh. No, she hasn't, uh, checked me out in a long time," Sarah commented. "OK, let's suppose a situation. You're swimming in someone's pool. You have on a bikini, and..." "Surrrre!" she snarled. "Just bear with me," he urged. "You have on this bikini that doesn't have much cloth in the crotch. There are some really cute guys in the pool with you and you notice that some of your long hairs are sticking out of the suit bottom. Now, what would be your reaction?" "Oh, God, Dad! I'd just die!" "Now wait a minute. Think about it. If you knew that when the guys saw those hairs they would think about your pussy and imagine how sexy it is, wouldn't that be a good thing? Wouldn't you maybe want to pull some more hairs so they stuck out?" "Daddy! That would be ... that would be..." She got no farther because she broke into a fit of giggles that lasted quite a while. "Sweetie, I've got to change quickly if we're going to eat pizza. Here's twenty in case the guy comes." "Dad! Dad! Wait! You can't mean... ! Dad!" He had hurried out of sight, fully prepared to hurry back for the doorbell. In fact, the doorbell rang while he was standing in just his briefs. "I'll be right there," he yelled as he scrambled into his shorts and tore from the room carrying his shirt. He arrived at the front entry just in time to see Sarah stepping out of some shorts with the pizza box on the entry table. When she saw him, she made a mock angry look and said "Darn! I wanted you to think I bought it naked. I have these around in case Mom comes home early. Oh, well. I had you going, didn't I?" He was smiling and laughing for all he was worth until suddenly he was sobbing his heart out. It was so bad that he had to stagger to a sofa. Forgetting her nakedness, she was instantly on his lap, hugging his face to her breast in a woman's instinctive comforting move. "This is what it's supposed to be like," he managed to get out through his sobs. He pulled his face from her chest, but could not resist placing a small kiss in her developing valley. "Sex should be fun, happy. It should make life full, but it's ... it's ... Oh, I'm sorry, Baby. I shouldn't make this your problem." "If I have to go back and forth between parents' homes, it IS my problem, Daddy. "I'm so sorry you're hurting. Sometimes I think I should ... I should..." "Don't go there, Sweetie. We can't let those feelings get away from us." "Yeah." She agreed verbally, but let herself collapse against his bare chest. He had not had time to get his shirt on in the hurry. "Let's just enjoy this, Daddy. I know it's not right, but I think we both need it." By that time, he was taking deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. ------- Sarah screwed up her courage as best she could and walked into the master suite where Arlene was doing some last minute packing of cosmetics. This was something that Sarah was not good at. Only rarely had she stood up to her mother, and this would be a major in-your-face confrontation. Her dad would not be happy if he knew what she was doing. In fact, it might even interfere with his 'campaign'. She sensed that, but she felt compelled to try to get through to her mother. In her mind, her dad had never managed to get through. Perhaps she should consider him weak because of that, but he had probably endured for her sake. Her biggest problem was how to start the conversation. "Mom, are you going to use this vacation to make sure you and Dad stay married?" was what she came up with. Arlene's head snapped up and her suddenly pale face just stared at her daughter. She absolutely could not believe what she had heard. "Wha ... what did you say?" "You heard what I said, Mom. Are you going to make sure?" "How can you ... how dare you say something like that? You have no right to make comments about our marriage! It's not your business!" "If I have to split time between divorced parents, it is definitely my business," she snapped more harshly than she intended. "Diovrce! Divorce? Why would you even mention that word?" Arlene screamed. "Come on, Mom. Everyone knows Dad has just been holding on to your sexless marriage until I'm out of the house. I think he's run out of patience." "Sarah! How can you say these horrible things. What has your dad been telling you?" "He wouldn't say anything private. You know that. You can't hide a problem like yours. It's common knowledge with people that know you." That was a vicious blow, and not really true. Sarah believed that she was fighting for her family, though. Arlene went into a tearful diatribe about how a daughter that she had given so much for and worked so hard to give a good life could stab her in the back. It was more melodramatic than anything Sarah had heard before, but she was strangely calm. Daddy was right. She was a different woman, now. When Arlene's tirade abated, Sarah dove in. "Don't you see, Mom. Dad's been on a campaign to try to get you to be the wife he can spend the rest of his life with. The last several weeks, he has done so many loving, romantic things. I'll bet the vacation will be just full of them, too. But you're not going to change, are you? You're still going to abuse him by denying him sex. He doesn't want you to just give him sex, either. He wants you to want it with him. I guess that will never happen." "Sarah! Where did you even hear about such things? How can you even talk about them. I didn't raise you to talk like that!" "You tried to keep me from anything to do with sex, but I'll be a high school senior, Mom. This isn't the middle ages any more. I see things. I hear things. I understand things. I have a pretty good idea of what your marriage is like. "It sounds like you plan to just let Dad pamper you on vacation, then send him to the bathroom to jerk off like usual." That produced an agonized shriek from Arlene. "You might as well just skip the vacation and start seeing a shrink." With that, Sarah turned and left the master suite. There was so much more she wanted to say, but she had run out of courage. It hurt her to see her mother's anguish. She did not want to feel her anger. As soon as Dan returned, he was taking Sarah to Julie's so the couple could catch an early flight. Sarah took her bags with her and walked two houses down the street. Her dad would see her there when he came by. When he saw Sarah waiting on the curb with her bags, Dan knew that it could not be good. At first, she would not look at him when she got into the car. Then, she faced him with tears flowing and said "Daddy, I'm so sorry! I messed it all up. I just couldn't keep quiet any longer." He let out a long breath, then forced himself to take several deep ones. When he thought it was safe to speak, he was very gentle. "I guess you did what I didn't have the courage to do all these years." "Dad, I know you were thinking of me. You knew what it would be like if Mom had me all to herself." "Sad to say, it wasn't a lot better with me around," he bemoaned. "Well, you're changing that now." she tried to placate him. They drove in silence to Julie's house. When he stopped, he told her "I want to say goodbye to my mom, but I had better hurry home and clean up the debris. Sarah, I don't want you feeling guilty about anything. You are your own person and you are entitled to express your opinions. "Tell Grandma everything that has gone on between us, Honey." At her gasp, he said "I really mean everything. I love you so much, Sarah. I have no idea what is about to happen, but I will never abandon you again." ------- Dan had no idea what to expect back at the house, but he felt strangely calm. It struck him that his weeks with his mother's friends had definitely made a difference in him. Perhaps Arlene would pretend that Sarah's attack had never happened. That might be the toughest response to deal with. Would he go along and pretend he did not know about it, either? If Arlene went that route, would it mean that she was going to make an honest try at changing? Maybe she would be furious. That would mean that the vacation was off and it was time to see a lawyer. If she was weepy and distraught, that would not be easy, at all. He did not like hurting her. That also would mean that the vacation was off. Canceling would waste a good deal of money, but there was no point in going if she would feel like she was on trial the entire time. Weepy it was. She was curled up on the bed, whimpering. He sat on the side that she was facing, not trying to touch her. "I understand Sarah was pretty rough on you," he said softly. "Was ... was this ... hic ... really your l ... last try to save our m ... m ... m ... hic ... marriage?" "I'm afraid it was," he admitted. "But you t ... t ... told me you w ... weren't ... hic ... going to try to have intercourse any m ... more. I th ... thought we w ... were f ... f ... finally hic ... p ... past the sex p ... problem." "That's not what I said, Arlene. I said I was not going to try to have intercourse any more until you truly wanted it with me. You chose to ignore the important part." "But I could never want it! You knew that!" she cried. "There is no reason you should not want it, Arlene. You are a normal, healthy woman. I hoped that I could change your mind." "So the vacation was just a chance to try ... to try to se ... se ... seduce me?" "A husband should not have to seduce his own wife, but yes, that was what I hoped to do. I couldn't just walk away without one last try." "Walk away! Walk away? You mean you would really divorce me? I thought you loved me!" "I do love you, Arlene. I honestly do. That's what makes this so terrible for all of us. Because I love you, I have done without an important part of life for nineteen years. I just cannot spend the rest of my life without a normal sex life." He had to wait out a violent sobbing session after that. "Oh, God, Dan! I just can't believe it has come to this. Nineteen years! Why did you let it go so long? It would have been better to end it early." "Yes, it would, Arlene, but there were reasons. First, I loved you and I did not want to be without you. I couldn't believe that we could not get past the problem. By the time I realized that it was hopeless, we had Sarah. I was afraid to abandon her to you." "Afraid of me? Why on earth?" "Because of what you have been trying to do to her, Arlene. You have been trying to do what your mother did to you. You have been trying to make her hate sex." Arlene just stared at him open-mouthed. "You can't deny that's what you were doing, can you? I'm afraid that I didn't do much to protect Sarah until recently. I hope it's not too late for her to have a normal, happy married life." Arlene just bawled and shook her head back and forth. "You think I would keep her from a happy married life? You think that's what I was doing?" "I'm sure that's not what you intended, but that's what happened to you and you were doing just what your mother did," he explained. "I thought I had a happy married life," she protested. "A married life is only happy when both partners are happy. Don't try to pretend you didn't know I was unhappy with the lack of sex," he said sternly. She cowered a bit at the intensity of his words. "Don't do this, Dan. Please! Please! Don't break up our home. There must be some other way!" "What other way, Arlene? What do you suggest?" She moaned helplessly. "Should we stay married and I'll just find other women to have sex with?" "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! I'll give you sex, Dan! As much as you want. Just don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me." "Arlene, I feel guilty every time we have sex because I know you hate it. You don't enter in. You just lie there and tell me to hurry. I don't even WANT that kind of sex any more." "Can we see someone, Dan? Please? Maybe they can help." "How many times over the years have I asked you if we could get help? What was your response every time? Has anything changed now?" There was a long silence broken only by her pathetic sniffling. "I am truly sorry, Arlene. I am sorry I didn't realize your problem before we married. I am sorry I was not a good enough lover to get you to like it. I am sorry I let you get pregnant when I knew there were problems. I am sorry for all of those things. "I loved you, and I just wanted a normal, fulfilling marriage with a family. I guess I held onto that dream too long, and now we are all hurting more. I am sorry, but I cannot roll back the clock and do things better. I also cannot go on as we are any longer. "Obviously, we are not going on vacation. That would just make us both more miserable. I'll find somewhere to stay tonight and we'll talk tomorrow." He never looked for a place to stay that night. Before he was finished speaking, Arlene had curled into a ball and had begun shaking violently. He knew her well enough to not suspect that she was acting. She was definitely experiencing a dangerous nervous, emotional reaction. After briefly considering a call to 911, he managed to get her into the car. On the way to the hospital, he got ahold of her primary physician and explained the situation. When they arrived at the hospital, he followed her doctor's instructions and had her admitted as an inpatient, rather than just going to emergency. Apparently, she did not notice that she was taken to a room in the psyche ward, although the hospital did not segregate patients so strictly as to have a clearly defined ward. Within a half hour of her arrival, a staff psychiatrist came in and prescribed an anti-anxiety drug. The effect was quite rapid, and she was able to fall asleep within minutes. Dan was asked to repeat the story to this doctor. The doctor said that he thought it would be best to keep her overnight to make sure that she was medicated properly. He asked if Dan would be staying at home with her or if she would need to have some outside care. It was not safe for her to be alone. Dan agreed to care for her. By the time Arlene was settled in, it was mid-afternoon. Dan stayed with her until after dinner, when she fell asleep. Assured that she would not waken until morning, he went to Julie's house. The time he spent with Arlene in the hospital room was very awkward. He tried to talk about neutral things. She, however, would break into tears every time she looked at him. Dan decided that there was no point in trying to keep the situation from Sarah and from his mother. When he arrived at Julie's house, there was more crying. Sarah felt guilty for ruining the vacation and maybe the last desperate hope. Both Julie and Dan worked hard to convince her that the hope was not really there. It was a terrible night all around. ------- Rebecca showed up at Julie's early the next morning. Julie had called her and Rebecca had cleared her morning calendar. Most of what she did was just listen to Dan and to Sarah. Then, she spent a lot of time trying to assuage Sarah's guilt for 'blowing things up'. "Sarah, it seems clear that there was never a chance of any other outcome. If they had gone on the trip and your dad had carried out his plan, it would still have failed. Everyone would have felt just as bad, if not worse, then. What you did just made them stop pretending. "The most telling thing was what your mother said about your dad not asking for intercourse any more. She neither heard nor considered the part about her someday asking for it. In her mind, sex is a dead issue." "Is there any kind of treatment that could change her?" "Perhaps. But she has to agree to go." "Didn't she suggest it at the last?" "Yes, she did. Dan, maybe you should set up some sessions. It might only serve to convince Arlene that you were willing to try something. That in itself could make things easier for you in the long run. "Right now, she feels like the total victim," Rebecca continued. "She has never acknowledged that her feelings about sex are unnatural or wrong. If she could ever see that, she might at least blame you less. It could make her life less agonizing." "I suppose it can't be you," Dan said. "No, I'm afraid I could not hide my relationship with you, ethically. I know someone that I regard highly, though." "It would have to be a woman." "Of course. Let me call her," Rebecca said. By either a stroke of luck or some strong urging by Rebecca, they had three appointments in the next four days, starting that afternoon. "When the counsellor asks why you are there, Dan," Rebecca said, "don't try to soften things for Arlene. You are there to help her gain some understanding of why you cannot stay married to her. Just say it that way." The next step was the hardest. He had to tell Arlene. Rebecca counseled him to talk only about the appointments and to keep the rest of their interactions very matter-of-fact. In her opinion, it would be better if Dan did not stay at home. She understood, however, his reluctance to leave Arlene in someone else's care. "As long as you are committed to staying with her, Dan, I think you should stay away from here as if you had really gone on your trip. I think it is best all around if Sarah has no more involvement during this critical time." Arlene was pathetically eager for anything that offered the least bit of hope. She seemed to have recovered from the frightening episode of the day before, but tears were never far away. It was hard for her to even look at Dan. Dan was dreading the session with the counsellor. He hated to be hurtful to Arlene, but he understood that he had to be open and honest about the situation. Apparently, Rebecca had briefed Dr. Connors quite well. Her opening question completely surprised Dan. "Mr. & Mrs. Cashien, I would like to start by having you tell me about a time in your relationship with your spouse that you would like to return to. Mrs. Cashien, why don't you go first." After only brief consideration, Arlene chose the time after their engagement. Dan was watching closely and saw Dr. Connors' eyes widen very briefly in surprise. "That's interesting, Mrs. Cashien. The vast majority of women choose either their honeymoon or the early infancy of their children. Just out of interest, why did you choose a time before you were even married? That is very unusual." Dr. Connors' tone was gentle, but that was the point where the session started to disintegrate. Arlene just stared at the doctor for many seconds, then broke down in tears. ------- At almost the last minute, Sarah's aunt had denied permission for Sarah's cousin Jess to spend the time at Julie's. Given the ensuing blowup, that ended up being a good thing. As concerned as she was for her son and daughter-in-law's marital turmoil, Julie's primary concern had been for Sarah from the beginning. She was trying to think of ways to make Sarah's stay just as if her parents had taken the planned vacation. There was no thought of Sarah returning home, so at least Julie would have some time with her granddaughter. The part of the plan involving Sean was still in place. The question was whether Sarah could get past the crisis between her parents enough to benefit from Julie's plan. Sean was scheduled to work on Julie's pool privacy fence the day that Sarah arrived. Julie let him come and begin, but cautioned him not to initiate any contact with Sarah that day. It was hot, and Sean was working in cutoffs and work boots. His already nice physique, enhanced by the gleam of perspiration on his tanned skin, was plenty to grab the attention of a teenaged girl with emerging sexuality. All of the footings and support posts for the fence had been put in place ahead of time. All that remained was the slats, probably less than three full days of work. On the first troubled day, Julie had gone out a few times and talked to Sean, but had not tried to introduce Sarah. When Dan left on the second day, Julie used an introduction to help distract Sarah from her concern for her parents. The initial greeting was brief, but Julie made it clear that Sean would be joining them for lunch. They ate on the patio, even though it was hot. Julie gave Sean a towel to wipe down with, but he did not shower or put on a shirt. Sarah quietly thanked her dad for the recent education he had given her. She was sure that even a week earlier, she would have been completely tongue-tied. As it was, she was able to respond when he talked to her, but it took until lunch was over before she could initiate anything. "Is there any thing that I could help with?" Sarah finally asked Sean, completely surprising herself with what she had said. Julie was glad that she was sitting beside Sarah and that Sarah's attention was completely on Sean. Julie's look of elation might have given away her careful plotting. Sean saw Julie's look, though, and just managed to say seriously and calmly "Oh. You know, I have to measure, mark, and cut every board. If you want to measure and mark for me, it would go faster, for sure." Before the afternoon was over, Sarah and Sean were working together like they had done it for a long time. Besides measuring and marking the decorative cuts with a template, she had used the hand router to bevel edges. Together, they had used the two drills, one with a bit and one with a screwdriver, to install a whole side of the enclosure. With every new board, Sarah became more and more talkative. It even got to the point where Sean was wondering how she could ever have been considered shy. It did not take long for her to find out that Sean was younger, but it did not diminish her interest. Although she knew next to nothing about wrestling, after watching his muscles for a few hours, she was becoming a devoted fan. Julie delayed any move toward dinner for as long as she could. Then she declared that they would eat on the patio again, but only after a swim together. Sarah's face fell at that announcement. She hated the swimsuit that her mother had bought for her. Julie, however, pulled her into the house and handed her a moderately brief two-piece that made the girl cry with gratitude. In the pool, Julie did not restrain herself from showing her affection for Sean, drawing several questioning glances from Sarah. There was nothing overtly sexual, just some hugging and casual caresses. By a pre-arranged signal, Sean left after cleanup from dinner and some quiet conversation. The idea was to give Sarah plenty of time to adapt. "I can't believe he's two years younger!" was the first thing Sarah said when she was alone with her grandmother. "He's pretty mature for his age, isn't he," Julie agreed. "He's pretty mature for my age, too." "You mean because of his muscles?" Julie teased. "Grams!" "Hey, I may be over the hill, but he still gets my panties wet," Julie chided. Sarah could only make a strangled little gurgling sound in reply. "Oh, come on, Sarah. I didn't suggest a swim just so you could get the sawdust off of you. Admit it. That wasn't all sweat in your panties, now, was it?" Instead of saying anything, Sarah teared up. Julie at first feared that she had gone too far, but Sarah grabbed her and gave her a big hug. "I wish we could have talked more frankly before, Honey. I hope you understand that it was not good for me to go against your mother." "I guess that doesn't matter now, does it?" Sarah sniffled. "Sadly, no. At least I can talk to you woman-to-woman like I've always wanted to," Julie said. "Tell you what; why don't you two knock off early tomorrow afternoon. I'll drive you over to the mall and you can see a movie and eat at the food court. Would you like that?" "Duh-uh! But what if he doesn't want to?" "Oh, he'll want to. Sean's first date was just last month, you know." "Really? He seems so ... so confident." "Maybe you've guessed it, Honey, but Sean has been a project for me and my friends. We helped him start his business, we got him out from under his mother's thumb, and we're helping him be the star of the wrestling team." "It's ... it's working," Sarah mused. Then, with a little gasp, she demanded "Am I a project, too?" "Smart girl. I hope you're not offended." "Not if I get my first date out of it," Sarah answered quickly. "Is ... is Sean just doing this because you asked him to?" "I arranged for him to be working here while you were here. He would not pretend an interest in you if it wasn't true. Please, Sweetheart; just have some fun with him and learn as much as you can, OK?" "What I'd like to learn, he..." Sarah got that far and stopped with her face glowing red. Julie barely restrained the urge to jump up and down with glee. ------- This was the last thing he needed! Dan had decided to return to work. It was just too difficult being around Arlene all the time. He was trying to decide on the right time to move out of the house, but that had become complicated. At first, his plan was to leave at the end of what would have been their vacation trip. However, that meant that Sarah would be left alone with her mother, and that did not seem fair to the girl. It was beginning to look like he was trapped for a while. Now, as he walked from the office to his car, he saw his mother-in-law waiting for him. Just like Arlene, Naomi, her mother, was a very good person who happened to have one disastrous hangup. "Would you really divorce her just because of sex?" was Naomi's opening. "Naomi, would I divorce her if she was a terrible housekeeper and cook and refused to try? Would I divorce her if she let herself go, gained fifty pounds and never thought about dress or grooming? Would I divorce her if she ignored Sarah and let her run wild?" "But ... but those are all the important things. We're only talking about sex!" Naomi protested. He knew that it was hard for her to even say the words. "I'm sorry, Naomi, but that is where you have tragically screwed up your daughter's life. In a marriage, a loving sexual relationship is at least as important as any of the other things I mentioned. It is a key part of a marriage that is missing in ours, thanks to you." He had always maintained a very respectful relationship with Naomi, but right then, it was impossible to keep the anger from his voice. Naomi did not bristle at the accusation. Instead, she asked "But why now - after all of these years?" "I made mistakes, Naomi. I admit that. I should have had the marriage annulled after the first night. The problem was that I loved her and I was sure that I could help her get over her problem. Later, I wanted a family, and I hoped that would set things right. Then, I did not want to subject Sarah to divorce, so I endured. Sarah will be eighteen before long, and I have to think about the rest of my life." "But she thought you were over that," Naomi pled. "No, I never said that. I told her I would no longer ask for it - she had to want it." "Want it? How could she ever want anything like that?" Naomi almost screamed. "Every normal woman in the world wants and enjoys it. Thanks to you, though, I married a freak who will probably never be able to be a real woman. I hope you're satisfied." That was a cruel, severe blow, but he could not help himself. He quickly got in his car and left her standing there. By the time he reached home, Arlene had found something to pull her from her depression - anger. "What has happened to you?! How could you be so cruel to my mother? She has always been good to you." "Except for giving me half a woman to marry," he snapped back without thinking. When he saw her face disintegrate first in shock, then in anguish, it was far too late for any apology. Waiting a bit to make sure she heard him, he told her "I guess it is time for me to move out. We shouldn't try to talk without the counsellor to referee." It could not be at his mother's. Julie needed the full time with Sarah. He would find somewhere else, and he would not even call Julie, except to let her know where he was. ------- As dates go, it was pretty casual and ordinary. However, it was Sarah's first, and she thought it was wonderful. They saw a chick flick. They window-shopped. They had dinner. They shopped, and he bought her a locket necklace. When the mall closed, he got a cab to take them home. To make it seem as much like a real date as possible, he took her to the front door. "With your braces, would it hurt too much if I kissed you?" he asked. Her response was to initiate the kiss. He thought it must have hurt, the way she clumsily pushed her mouth against his. She obviously had no idea what to do, but the way she felt came through very clearly. The kiss was brief, and when she pulled back, she literally fled into the house. By the time he had pulled his bike out to the street, Claire was waiting for him with her SUV. "I think you need a hot tub," Claire quipped, " ... at least." Inside her house, Julie was waiting for her granddaughter. Overflowing with emotion, Sarah flew at Julie and wrapped her in a hug that seemed like it might be permanent. "First date AND first kiss?" Julie asked. Sarah could only nod her head against Julie's shoulder. "And he didn't mind the braces?" "He ... he asked if it would hurt too much to kiss." "And you told him 'no'?" "I didn't say anything. I just kissed him." That unleashed over an hour of non-stop joyous babbling. Julie was both elated that the girl could finally enjoy the experiences and saddened that she had been denied them for so long. There was also a concern. "Honey, you have to be careful not to fall in love too quickly," Julie warned. "Too late, Grams. I'm already in love with Sean. I'm in love with Daddy, too. I can't help it. I'll be all right. It just feels ... wonderful." That reassured Julie that the 'in love' was more excitement and infatuation than true love. That made it much easier to survive. After her emotions were finally vented enough, Sarah seemed to revert to little girl status. Julie suggested they sleep together, and with their bodies lovingly and comfortably cuddled, it was wonderful for both of them. ------- Chapter 16 "Maybe it isn't your idea of a vacation, Sarah, but would you want to go with Sean today as he works. He will be at Nancy's and Phyllis's houses. You remember them, don't you?" "Sure. Hey, that would be fun. Do you think he would find anything for me to do?" "Do you really care?" Julie taunted. That made Sarah giggle. "Wouldn't it be enough just to watch his muscles flex?" That started a playful little chase. During the day, both Nancy and Phyllis called Julie with reports on Sarah's 'progress'. Based on those reports, Julie showed up at Phyllis's late in the afternoon. "Kids, I have a chance for dinner and a visit with an old college friend. Would you be OK ordering in pizza and just hanging out? Sarah, I feel bad about deserting you, but maybe if Sean is willing to come over..." Julie had already left when Phyllis dropped the kids off. As soon as they were left alone, Sean detected a tenseness in Sarah that puzzled him a little. They cleaned up, ordered and ate their pizza, and were just lounging around when Sarah could stand it no longer. "Sean, have you ever been skinny-dipping?" "Um, yeah. Why?" "With girls, I mean?" "Uh, yeah." With that answer from him, she ran out of 'brave'. "Does that mean you want to skinny-dip with me?" She didn't find any more 'brave' and could only blush with eyes wide. Even with the relatively large amount of experience he had had recently, he was suddenly very nervous. This girl was a real sweetie, and she affected him in ways he was not familiar with. He knew he had to take the initiative, though. "Sarah, I'm pretty sure I'll get a hardon. Will you be OK with that?" Suddenly she was rubbing her thighs together rather frantically. Sensing what her problem was, he said "I'll be in the pool. Maybe you want to change inside and bring out a couple of towels." He turned his back so she could make the dash to the bathroom with minimal embarrassment. He was waiting naked in the pool when she came out, but she was in her suit. She walked toward the pool and spied his clothes piled on a lounge chair. "I'm sorry, Sean. I just couldn't. I'm such a baby! I'll go in the house so you can get dressed." "Sarah! Wait. I need to tell you something," he said, making a quick decision. "I have hot-tubbed naked with your grandma and her friends." That made Sarah hiss in surprise. "Please. Come sit at the edge of the pool and talk to me a minute." She was actually trembling with both longing and fear as she first stood motionless, then quickly stepped to the pool edge and sat down. He came up to her and took her hands in his. Because he had hardened and she was staring at it through the water, he could not be sure that she would hear anything he said. "Sarah, your grandma has told me that you have been pretty sheltered by your mother. I really like you, and I would like to help you make up for what you have missed. If you trust me, I will stay naked and you can ask me anything you want." Once again, Sarah was too paralyzed to move. After waiting quite a while, Sean grabbed her upper arms and brought her into the pool. He then jumped up to sit on the edge himself, putting his jutting, throbbing cock practically in her face. "Have you ever seen a penis before, either hard or soft?" he asked. She managed one small nod and he decided to just let her set the pace. Finally, she asked "Why is it like that, now?" "It is sexually exciting to have a beautiful girl look at it. There is no way I could stay soft." She stared hard at his face, probably trying to see if he was just flattering her. Apparently, she saw sincerity. "Is this the first one you have seen one hard?" Again, just the nod. "Your body reacts the same way, Sarah. Your nipples are hard now, aren't they?" She gasped and instinctively brought her arm over her chest. It didn't take long before she seemed to realize how ridiculous she was being, given his exposure, and she dropped her arm. "How long will it stay like that?" "Probably until you aren't looking at it any more, or until I come." "Come?" "Ejaculate. Uh, let me guess: you never had sex ed in school, did you?" "Grams must have told you about my mother. What do you think?" He just nodded, then said "Sarah, how much do you want to learn. Do you just want to look and talk? Do you want to touch me? Do you want me to touch you? Tell me what would help you." "Geez, Sean! I don't know enough to know what I want. I want to not feel stupid any more when other girls are talking about sex. I want to know why everyone talks about it all the time. I want to stop being the butt of jokes because I'm not allowed to date." "Have you had to turn down some dates?" She told him the stories. "Were they guys worth going out with?" "What do you mean?" she queried. "I'd hate to see you end up on a date with some jerk who didn't treat you well," he said sincerely. "That's sweet, Sean. I, uh, guess I'm not good at telling who's a jerk. I don't have any brothers, or boy cousins, or even friends who are boys." "She really kept you sheltered, didn't she?" he said sympathetically. "I know kind of how you feel." He explained how tightly he had been controlled. "Of course, I'm younger, so it was worse for you." "I probably look younger than you," she grumbled. The little conversation seemed to have relaxed Sarah quite a bit. Taking a chance, Sean gently took both of her hands in his and pulled her towards himself. She didn't resist, but her eyes were huge as she stared at him. Returning her stare, he placed her hands on his cock, keeping her from pulling away. She really did not want to pull away, and when he felt her fingers start to test the texture and the firmness, he removed his own hands. "I have to warn you, Sarah, I am really close to coming. I'll let you know when it's going to happen." "What should I do if it, uh, comes?" "Keep stroking up and down, like this," and he showed her how to masturbate him. Somewhat to his surprise, he was able to hold out for about twenty strokes. When he felt it building to an explosion, he helped her cup his testicles in one hand, telling her not to stop pumping with the other. Deciding that since they were in the pool, nothing could be hurt, he did not warn her to watch out for the spurts. When they came, the first hit her in the throat. To her credit, she did not flinch and kept up her strokes. Actually, he had to stop her from stroking when he finished and became quite tender. Perhaps since he did not shrink, she did not realize that he was through. Six globs of semen decorated her front. As exhausted as he felt, Sean thought it was important to say something. "God, Sarah, did that feel great. Is that something you've wondered about?" "I ... I couldn't even imagine. Sometimes I almost went crazy wondering. Was that ... was that a ... a hand job?" "Was it ever!" That got a little giggle from her. "I thought you said it would get soft if you, you know." "If I came, you mean. I usually have to come twice before it softens," he explained. "I guess that happens for a lot of young guys." He managed not to laugh when she eagerly asked if she could do it again. "It pumped so hard!" she exclaimed. "I could feel your ... your, um, testicles jumping in my hand." "You can understand why I feel so wiped out." "Is it too tender for me to, um, do it again?" "If you start very gently, it will be alright. Would you like me to lie down?" "Oh. Yeah. That would be good." He ended up on one of the patio lounge chairs with his legs off to the sides. "I don't see how you can just lie there like that," she exclaimed. "Do you want me to cover up, then?" She answered with an emphatic shake of her head. "Sarah, you have such a wonderful, sexy touch. I would do anything you want to get you to touch me more." She was already fondling him, but asked "Aren't you embarrassed, though?" "I'm happy with my body. I like you a lot. If it pleases you to see me like this, then, no, I'm not embarrassed." That made her pause for thought, even though her fingers kept on kneading his stiff shaft. Suddenly, almost frantically, she let go of him and literally threw off her top. She was breathing hard and her face was flushed, but her shoulders were held in a defiant posture. "Good. You're happy with your body, too," he told her. "You should be." "But I look like a thirteen-year-old." "So, maybe you'll get lucky and look years younger your whole life," he quipped. "Twenty years from now, you'll be happy for that." "I just want to feel like a normal senior girl right now. I feel like I've missed out on all the teenaged stuff." She was near tears as she said that. "I can't turn back the clock. Maybe I can help you enjoy at least one year." "Can you dance," she suddenly asked. "Yeah. One of your Grandma's friends is a good teacher. I've only been to one dance, but I thought I did pretty well." "That's one more than I've been to," she lamented. "I wish you could come to one at our school. I'll bet Daddy would let me go." "I'd love to," he assured her. "But neither of us drive!" she complained. "What? You're almost a senior and you don't have your license?" "No. Hey! I'll bet Daddy will let me do that, too." "If he's that sorry about how he hasn't protected you, he'll probably even buy you a car," Sean offered. The touch of her hands on his cock was missed, but having her just sit there and talk, forgetting about being topless, was a very good thing, in his opinion. Without her attention, his cock had softened. Realizing that sexual play was at least delayed for a while, he sat up beside her and used one hand to gently turn her face toward himself. "May I kiss you again?" he asked. She didn't answer in words, but her smile threatened to crack her face in two. With her braces, she kept her mouth closed so there was no tongue play, but the kiss was very tender, yet very exciting. It seemed like minutes before they broke apart, and when they did, she laid her head on his shoulder. "Sarah, you trust me, don't you?" She nodded against him in answer. "Will you let me make you feel good?" "What ... what are you going to do?" "You'll see. Anything you don't like, just say so and I'll stop. I promise. Now, lie down and let me enjoy your body." Trembling again, with eyes wide, she did as he had asked. "I guess you've been taught that anything that arouses you sexually is wrong, haven't you." "That's for sure," she said angrily. "That probably means you've never masturbated, huh?" She just snorted in reply. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" "The way Mom talked, if I did, I would lose my mind." "Well, in a way you do, but it's just while it's happening, and it feels wonderful," he explained. "Will you let me give you an orgasm - let me make you come?" Her mouth fell open and she stared at him with those wide eyes that he was beginning to love. He could sense that a lot of things were warring in her mind. Letting her resolve the conflicts herself, he just held himself over her, smiling warmly. When her hands moved jerkily to the top of her swimsuit bottom, he put one hand right on her tummy. "Will you let me do that?" She only nodded, but raised her bottom a little so he could get them off. Unsure how to proceed from there, he suddenly remembered Phyllis's massage lessons, how much all of the women liked to be rubbed, and how excited they got when he used the more erotic things Phyllis had taught him. Massage would be perfect. It almost made him cry to see how nervous and frightened Sarah seemed at every new thing that happened. The good thing was that he could tell she wanted the new experiences and sensations. She just had a lot of beaten-in fear to overcome. He had noticed it before, but bare, her ass was gorgeous. What he really wanted to do was to start caressing those enticing cheeks as soon as she rolled onto her stomach. Phyllis had taught him well, though, as had the other women. A woman should be brought along carefully. Besides, he had to get Sarah past her fears little by little. It took almost fifteen minutes before he allowed himself to caress those delicious buns. In a reaction that he was becoming used to, she tightened at his first touch on her bottom and seemed to recoil a bit. That was only momentary, though, and soon, she was wriggling at his touch in a very sexy manner. "Sarah, you are one sexy woman," he said almost reverently. "But ... but I look so young, and I'm pretty flat," she protested. "The way you respond, Baby, is so sexy. I can tell you are enjoying what I'm doing and that excites me." The word 'Baby' had just slipped out, and he hoped that he was not being presumptuous. "And as for being flat - will you roll over on your back so I can investigate thoroughly and see if that's true." "SEAN!" She protested before a fit of giggles overtook her. Once again, she overcame nervousness and rolled to her back. "This can't be the first time you've done things with a girl. Where did you learn." "Sarah, if I told you that, you would be afraid I would tell someone what we do, wouldn't you?" "Oh, I hadn't thought of that. You won't tell, will you?" she pled with a trace of panic. "A wise woman taught me that talking about sex is a woman's privilege and us guys should say nothing. By the way, that's one way to tell a guy you shouldn't go out with. If you hear him talking about what he did with some other girl, or if other girls tell you he does that, don't have a date with him." "From what I hear, that doesn't leave many guys." "Maybe you're right. So ask some guys yourself." "WHAT? I couldn't do that!" "Would you be devastated if they said 'no'?" "I guess." "Then ask guys who don't date much. If a guy has a sister, ask how he treats her. That's a good clue." "So you won't tell me how you learned about girls, huh?" "No. Your Grandma knows all about me. Maybe she'll tell you." He wanted that line of conversation to end, so he put his hands on her flat tummy and moved them gently up and over her breasts. There was nothing she wanted to talk about after that. He caressed and teased her breasts for many minutes, using his hands and then his mouth. He thought she had a small come the first time he bit gently on a nipple. It was time for the next step. "Baby," he decided the affectionate name was safe, "do you want to give yourself your first orgasm, or do you want me to give it to you?" "D ... do it. Please." She was very worked up. This kind of tension he had not encountered in any of the women. They all coached and encouraged him each step of the way because they knew exactly what they wanted him to do. Now, he would have to take the lead, and he had to fight back the uncertainty. The time when he was completely naive was not that long ago. Remembering how the women had drilled him over and over that pace and timing were everything, he kissed her while one hand continued working a nipple. "I'm going to touch you between your legs. Are you ready for that?" he asked gently. She said nothing, but moved her legs as far apart as the chaise allowed. This girl was very frightened, but also very determined. He had thought to take several minutes working his way over her tummy, down to her pussy. Somehow, though, he sensed that he should not take that long. She was primed right then, but she might not stay that way if he dawdled. Not knowing where the idea came from, he moved his hand lightly and rather quickly over her tummy, realizing that it would tickle. By the time the ticklish reflex kicked in, his hand was cupping her pussy quite firmly. Her legs tried to squeeze together, but he would not be dislodged. "Your hair is so silky and soft," he said as he kissed her lightly. "N ... n ... not much th ... there," she stammered. Self-deprecation was a problem of hers that had to be solved, but it was not the main issue right then. "Seeing your pussy lips through your hair is really sexy, Baby." Seeing how she reacted to the affectionate name, he tried to use it whenever it seemed right. "Some women leave their lips bare, just so they can be seen." As he had hoped, the shock value of that statement distracted her. He could not know that her shock was because her daddy had said the same things to her. When he started squeezing and stroking up and down the length of her slit, her reflex reversed, and her legs relaxed and started to part. The women each had different sensitivity to having their clits touched or rubbed. He had no idea how Sarah would react, and he did not want to do anything to break the mood. On the other hand, he wanted her to orgasm as quickly as possible. The threat of a lifetime of stern warnings was always there. It could be the only chance to break her free, and that responsibility was frightening to him. With Nancy, he had to start by just rubbing firmly over the area of her clit until it swelled up a bit. Then, he could find it with his finger and circle it vigorously. He chose the same approach for Sarah's first time. After only a few strokes over the upper part of her cleft, she started to quiver and jerk spasmodically. He slipped his finger between her lips and found her prominent nubbin. It took only three times over the top of it before she crashed. The women had warned him about how critical the come-down from orgasm could be. They suggested that the best strategy was to keep up as much stimulation as she could stand. The problem was that they had no idea how sensitive her clit or her nipples would be afterwards. All agreed that stroking and squeezing everywhere on her pussy except for her clit should be safe. Also, slight penetration of her opening would cause a first-time thrill that would keep her mind away from any possible guilt or regret. All of the cautions and concerns were probably unwarranted, but Sean proceeded with the plan, and she seemed to love every touch. Her gasping turned to heavy breathing after a minute or so, and she panted out "Again!" Sean felt gratified that 'the plan' for bringing Sarah into the world of sexual pleasure was working. At the same time, he felt a little bad that it had all been discussed and analyzed so much. He loved doing things for the sweet girl, and her reactions thrilled him. Maybe now that the ice had been broken, they could be more natural and spontaneous in their sex play. For right then, though, he had a request to fulfill, and he decided to forget 'the plan' and do what he was longing to do. Sarah's young, smooth, taut tummy, hips, and thighs and her lightly-haired slit made his mouth water. Bringing a shriek from her, he put his face in her crotch and ran his tongue up the length of her cleft. Her instinctive squeeze ended abruptly when his tongue found her clit. If it had been too sensitive at all, it had certainly recovered and she was well on her way to a second and larger orgasm within a minute or two. The writhing and bouncing through her come made it difficult to keep contact, but he used his strength to keep from being forced away. Partly from curiosity and partly from sheer arousal, he kept right on licking, nibbling, and sucking. It was at least three climaxes and possibly four or five before he could sense her total exhaustion and took mercy on her. She could not even hold her head up when he picked her up and carried her to the hot tub. He held her on his lap with her head on his shoulder as they sat in the tub. Finally, she raised her head and kissed him. "Where did you learn... ?" "Shhh," he cut her off. "Let's not worry about that. I'm just glad I could make you feel good. You really wanted this, didn't you?" "I've got a lot of catching up to do," she lamented. "Oh, Sean! I can't believe how that felt! I finally know what all the talk is about." They cuddled in silence while she continued to regain strength. "There's something I have to do," she said after a while. "Sit up on the edge." "Sarah, you don't have to do everything in one night," he assured her. "Oh yes I do!" she insisted. "Please." He knew what she wanted to do and he was rigid when he moved up to sit on the tub edge. She was as awkward and uncertain as could be expected, but he was thrilled that she seemed to trust him and did not let her own clumsiness deter her. She did not let him come in her mouth, nor had he expected her to. They sat in the tub for a few more minutes, then went back to a lounge chair. Nothing about her new boldness should have surprised him, and she squeezed onto the chair beside him. With her front pressed against his side and her hand fondling him constantly, she started to talk and talk and talk. Actually, it was a first for both teens. As much conversation as Sean had had with the women, and even with Rebecca's girls, talking openly with a teen girl was completely new and simply wonderful. After a while, though, she blurted out "Have you, uh, had sex with Grams?" "Sarah, that would be illegal! I'm under age." "Oh, I'd never tell." "Why would you think that, anyway?" he demanded. "I may be behind in lots of things, but I watch people. The way you two are with each other, I mean so easy and natural - and I know Gramma sleeps with several men." "Does it bother you that she does that?" "Well, it drives Mom nuts, but no, it doesn't bother me," she answered. "How could I think anything bad of her? She's the only woman I can really turn to. I know you won't answer, but I'm sure that you have, uh, with her. With her friends, too. It doesn't make me angry or disgusted, either. I'll bet you make Grams happy, and she deserves that." ------- "Oh, Grams, I almost feel like a woman, not a little girl," Sarah bubbled. "Why 'almost', Honey? You ARE a woman." "But I'm so, uh, undeveloped for my age, and I don't know anything. I feel like such a dweeb at school. I just know all the kids laugh at me." "Don't you think it will be better after the time you spent with Sean?" "Oh, that will help. I still worry about even getting naked in the locker room. I feel like a seventh grader who snuck in." "Oh, Sweetie, you have a beautiful body. You can't be ashamed to let people see it." "I don't even want other girls to see it," she pouted. "Sean and your dad have both seen you naked. How did they react?" "That's different. They love me - uh, I mean Daddy loves me and Sean is such a nice guy." "So, someone who doesn't know you and saw you naked would laugh, huh?" "Well, maybe not laugh, but they'd sure guess my age wrong. And these damn braces - Ooops! Sorry!" "How badly do you want change the way you feel about yourself, Sarah? How much are you willing to do to build your self-confidence?" "Oh, I'll do anything. If I could just walk down the hall at school, be relaxed, smile at kids, and ignore the little snickers and the rolled eyes, it would change my life," Sarah exclaimed. Those words, more than anything else Sarah had said, brought home to Julie just what the girl had lived through. Her mother could not be blamed for her slow physical development. Actually, there probably was some correlation, but not much. Arlene had definitely made her daughter into the clueless 'dweeb' that she hated being seen as. This called for some serious action. "Sarah, I need to drop over to Nancy's for a little while. I assume you and Sean can find a way to kill some time." "GRAMS!" Sarah protested, but she was grinning widely and her thighs were unconsciously rubbing together. ------- "I thought Dan was the project," Phyllis said." "Hey, just look what we did for Alan. I think we can rate Sean as a resounding success already. Dan is at least taking steps to correct things and he is doing everything he can for Sarah," Carole pointed out. "Personally, I love these projects." "Count me in," Claire said. "You just have to promise that most of them will be men." "But, hey," Nancy interjected, "if we make Sarah a project, it will be almost like playing dolls. I'd love to do it." "What I was thinking," Julie explained, "is that with dress, grooming, and self-confidence work, we could make her so that even her friends would have to look twice to see who she was." "Problem!" Carole interrupted. "Your daughter-in-law." "This is where we see how successful the 'Dan' project really is," Julie told them. "I want Sarah to stay with me at least until school starts. With the turmoil at their house, I believe I can get Dan to make it happen." "Wow!" Nancy exclaimed. "This is sounding like fun. What would be the big objectives." "Well, if she could drive her own car to school the first day, wouldn't that make an impression?" "But she hasn't even taken driver's ed." "We have never asked Alan to pull any strings, have we?" Julie challenged. "On my next turn with him, he is going to get the FULL treatment." Whistles and catcalls greeted Julie's boast. "That would be an enormous morale boost, all right. What else?" "Claire, in a month, could you make her look like she stepped out of 'Seventeen'?" "Easy. Just throw some money my way. She is a cute kid, after all." "I've got nothing better to spend my money on, that's for sure," Julie proclaimed. "I've already been looking for a car for her. Uh, for the self-confidence part, I think we should do the same as we did for Sean and Dan." "What do you mean? Oh! The nudity bit? But with men?" "What would it mean otherwise," Julie asked. "With Dan, Sean, and our four guys, we have a start. Phyllis, as fabulous a trainer as you are, could we get a man to come out and supervise at my house. That way, we can have her stay naked." "Wow! We'd need someone we could really trust. I know some who are gay, but that might lose some impact," Phyllis thought out loud. "I've got one great idea - a college guy - let me check it out." "That would be perfect," Julie enthused. "One thing I'm a little worried about is that she is falling in love with Sean. Not that I wouldn't love to have them together, but he is the one and only boy she has had any contact with. If she worked out naked for a young trainer, that would ... Phyllis, please! It would solve a lot of problems." "Julie, how much can we really accomplish in, what? - seven or eight weeks?" "Anything we can do will be an improvement," Julie declared. "I want you all dropping in a lot when she's there naked, especially the first few days. If you can think of any other men that we can trust, let's talk about them, too." "Julie, what about a trip to a nude beach for her? Maybe sort of a final exam, or something? It did a lot for the guys." "I hadn't thought of that! I'll give it a week or so and see how things work out. Now, who wants to teach her to drive? I don't think it should be me." Carole volunteered immediately. The others were pleased. Carole and Phyllis were acknowledged as the best at instruction. "Oh, one other thing," Julie remembered. "Is it OK for Sean to tell what we did for him. She may need a little convincing." ------- "Dan, I need you to come over around nine for a little while. It's important," Julie told her son from her cell as she left Nancy's. Dan, Sean, and Sarah were all reluctant when Julie told them they were going to the hot tub, naked. None cared to raise an objection though, and soon, they were all situated. Actually, Sarah was so excited that she could hardly stand it. The guys were embarrassed around each other, but wanted to please Julie. "OK. My friends and I have decided that a completely different, barely recognizable Sarah is going to drive up in her own car on the first day of school." Sarah's squeal of delight must have startled the entire neighborhood. "But, Mom. there isn't time for a driver's ed course before school starts," Dan pointed out. "I have some significant pull that I think will take care of that. Dan, Sarah is going to stay with me until school starts. Make it happen." "Oh, I ... Actually, that would be the best solution. Things at home are a mess, right now. Consider yourself moved, Sweetie." Naked hugs were pretty upsetting to Dan, but there was no way to stop Sarah's reaction. "Now, Sarah, I know you and Sean had talked about you being his assistant, but there are some more important things that need to happen. As I think you know, Claire is a world-class beauty, style, and clothing consultant. She is going to make you over." More squeals. "I know you only have a few more months of those braces, but we're going to replace them with the invisible kind that go behind the teeth. If you wear them a little longer, no one will know." "That's pretty pricey stuff, Mom." "Danny, you know I have more money than I know what to do with. Please, don't even mention cost again. We're trying to give Sarah a Cinderella senior year to try to wipe out what has happened to her before. "There is one other big problem we have to attack aggressively before school starts. It's your self-confidence, Sarah." "I can't just change how I feel," the girl objected. "Not true. Does your dad seem more self-confident now than he was a few months ago?" "Oh, wow! There's no comparison." "How would you rate Sean's self-confidence?" "He's like one of the football stars, only a lot nicer." "Sean, tell Sarah what you were like in April when we met." "He's already told me about that, Grams. It's hard to believe." "Now, Sean, tell Sarah about our project to change you to the new Sean." "Tell ... how much should I tell?" "Everything, Sean. Oh, we've been in here long enough. Let's move to the pool." Reluctantly at first, Sean told everything except the sex with the five women. Julie could see Sarah starting to worry when Sean told about being naked for so many activities. "Now, Dan, what caused your self-confidence to improve so much?" "Mom, I don't think..." "Too late, Dan. Sarah is a woman, now. She can handle it." Julie did not let Dan leave out the sexual activity, but she had to drag it from him. By the time Dan finished, Sarah was very agitated. "Grams, I can't do that. I know what you're thinking." "Honey, remember when I asked you how badly you wanted to be a different person at school this fall? Well, there isn't much time. This will work. All it takes is courage on your part." "Mom, I don't like the idea of..." "Dan, we're making up for things that should have happened gradually and naturally, but didn't. Let Sarah decide." "Will she be naked even with men around?" Dan asked. "Of course." Sarah gasped at that. "She will be naked whenever she is in my house or the patio area. I promise you that the men who see her will understand why and they will be anxious to help her. They will all be totally discreet. "Honey, we'll start slowly, with just my women friends. Ask Sean. It gets easy very quickly." "Sarah, Julie's right. It will happen faster than you could believe. Imagine how tough it was for me. At least you won't have a hardon sticking out all the time for the first few weeks." "Sean, that's nat appropriate talk around..." Dan started to object. "Yes, it is, Danny. None of this should be new or shocking to a high school senior." "Will the men ... will they be naked, too?" Dan asked glumly. "Except for times like this with you two, no. At least that is the plan for right now. Sarah, at this point, I am just telling you that this is what will happen. I am not asking for your agreement. You will have to plead if you want out of this." "Sarah, don't even think of objecting," Sean said firmly. "I wouldn't want to go back to the old Sean for anything. Those five women must be witches, or something, but they sure know what they are doing." "OK," Julie said, rubbing her hands. "The next time you wear clothes, Sarah, is when we go to take your written test for a learner's permit. I have the book for you to study, so you should start tonight." ------- "I don't think that's legal, Julie," Alan objected. Julie had just told him she wanted him there for dinner the next evening and that Sarah would be naked. "For a police captain, you don't know enough about the law," she teased. "She's seventeen, this is her temporary residence, and it is completely her choice. You will be doing this to help her, Alan. "Oh, and I'm going to need you to pull some strings for us, but we'll talk about that with Sarah at dinner tomorrow. Sean will be there for dinner, too. My son, Sarah's father, may join us, too." "Her father ... but that's..." Giggling for all she was worth, Julie teased "How can you still be such a fuddy-duddy after your last year?" "I'll be there," he said with a sigh. "I'll probably be more nervous than she will." "I wouldn't bet on that, but she sure is a cute little thing," Sarah studied the manual until she fell asleep, then studied some more. The next morning, she woke Julie with the news that she was ready for the written exam. After the exam, which Sarah breezed through, Julie drove her to a car dealership, where she had previously arranged a purchase. When Sarah saw the bright yellow three year old VW Cabriolet convertible that Julie had bought for her, she had to run quickly to the ladies room. Sarah wanted them to take the car home, but Julie had arranged for it to be dropped off. "Carole will be over to give you your first lesson right after lunch," Julie assured the ecstatic girl. On the theory that everyone should know how to operate a manual shift, that was what Julie had bought. It did complicate the early lessons, but driver ed history had never seen a more eager or motivated student. Sarah needed the high of her first driving lesson to help her survive the trauma of meeting Alan, naked. Having her father and Sean present almost made it more difficult. Alan turned on levels of charm that Julie was not aware he possessed, though, and within thirty minutes, Sarah was talking quite smoothly, asking many questions about police work. Dan never lost his concerned look, but Julie and Sean spent most of the evening beaming at Sarah's progress. "Alan, we need to get Sarah a road test without completing a certified course. I know what the law is. I've arranged private lessons with a certified trainer for Sarah's last two weeks. Can't we call that an accelerated course?" "I'll make it happen," Alan assured them. When Alan had left, disappointed that he would not get the night with Julie, she pulled Dan and Sean aside. "Sean, I know you have feelings for Sarah, but I don't think you want her fixated on you, right?" "I was worried about that. I'd like her to be my girlfriend, but she's older and we live quite a ways apart. Why do you ask." "Well, tomorrow, Sarah's personal trainer arrives. He's a college student, studying physical therapy, and, according to Phyllis, a real hunk. He's also a genuine nice guy and very discrete. He comes from a family with four sisters, so seeing Sarah naked won't..." "She'll be working out naked with him?!" Dan almost hollered. "Yes, Danny. She will do everything in this house naked. She will also have a male dance instructor come out. He's also a college student. Unfortunately, he's gay, but he was the only one we could find that we knew would be discrete." "How do you know he won't tell," Dan demanded. "Claire has something pretty damning about him that he doesn't want known. It was a one-time indiscretion, and he is really a good guy." Dan just shook his head. "I feel like it's my fault she has to go through this." "Believe me, Danny, by the time she walks into school that first day, she will consider all of this her most wonderful adventure. ------- When her trainer arrived, Sarah could barely speak or move, and the first workout was not very productive. "He could smell me, Grams! I'm sure of it." "Hope you didn't mind me hanging around watching," Julie said. "I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, either." Each day, it got easier. Two days later, though, the dance instructor showed up, and that was a new kind of shock, since there was contact with him. Every teenaged girl loves to dance, though, and a chance to excel at something that had been denied her was plenty of incentive. Almost every evening, one of the four men was there for dinner. It got to the point where Sarah could even greet them with naked hugs. At Julie's request, Dan stopped coming every evening, as did Sean. She wanted Sarah to have some one-on-one conversations with the men. Twice a week, or so, though, Julie arranged for Sarah and Sean to be alone at the house. She considered a more relaxed attitude to sex play an essential part of Sarah's makeover. Sarah had no objection whatsoever. Sarah had zero free time. Claire treated Sarah as if she was rushing her toward a debutante ball. Of course, the new wardrobe was for school, but the grooming, poise, and etiquette lessons were just as intense. Sarah ate it up. ------- Chapter 17 For all of the success that the Gang was having with the young people, things had not gone as well with Dan. Actually, Dan had undergone some important changes. It was his marriage that refused to be transformed. The pile of money being spent on therapy was not completely wasted. After the first session with both of them and the counsellor, the counsellor had decided to work with just Arlene. She had come to the place where she understood and admitted that she was way outside the norm where intercourse was concerned. She was beginning to understand exactly what she had done to Dan all those years. There were two significant results from her increased understanding. First of all, it drove her into a serious depression. She did not want to be a bad wife. The fact that she had been cruel to Dan was almost more than she could bear. She was medicated almost all the time. The second result was a violent split with her mother, Naomi. Arlene laid the blame for the disaster of her life completely on her mother. That meant two generations on constant medication for depression. As the animosity with her mother grew, Arlene lost her closeness to her sister, as well. Her sister's husband had apparently given in and accepted the same sexless life that Dan was now rejecting. The sister, Maureen, could not understand the rift between Arlene and Naomi. Understanding, remorse, anguish, depression; none of those things were enough to bring about resolution of the core problem. Arlene could barely tolerate intercourse and that had not changed. Her refusal to consider the only really hopeful treatment gave some insight into the roots of her aversion. She flatly refused to consider a course of hypno-therapy. Apparently, surrendering control of her feelings and emotions was something she just could not do. The relationship between Sarah and Arlene was as messed up as everything else about the family. Basically, Arlene was happy that Sarah was at Julie's. Over the first three weeks since the blow-up, she never even called Julie. Rebecca, now acting as Dan's counsellor despite her ethical concerns, postulated some reasons for Arlene distancing herself from her daughter. The first was guilt. She had treated Sarah as badly as she had Dan and now seemed to be realizing and/or admitting that. Equally important, though, was that Sarah was the one who brought the ugly secret to light. Somewhere in her mind, Arlene must have always known what she was and what she was doing to Sarah and Dan. However, as long as no one talked about it, admitted it, it was not really there. Sarah's blast on the scheduled morning of the vacation trip destroyed all of the cover-up and pretense. Another possible factor was jealousy. Arlene felt that Sarah now owned Dan's heart, rather than her, his wife. Probably the biggest factor of all, though, was the one that was emerging as a key factor in Arlene's life - control. Her need to control herself and her environment was extreme. She was not mean, abusive, or dominant about it, and in fact it was connected to some of her more desirable attributes. It did, however, affect everything that she did. All mothers want to control their children. In infancy, it is essential that they do so, but infancy does not last forever. The struggle of children to free themselves from their parents', usually their mothers', control is universal. The skill and sensitivity with which mothers cede that control as the child matures has much to do with the quality of the life-long relationship. Arlene's unwillingness to yield even reasonable control to Sarah had probably ruined any chance for a close relationship as adults. Sarah had already declared, in an angry outburst, that when she was eighteen she would be living with Dan. A strong control drive often manifests itself as obsessive-compulsive tendencies. Housekeeping, personal grooming, household finances; Arlene did all of those things marvelously well, and without seeming obsessive, either. In her mind, she had also done a wonderful job of mothering Sarah. Suddenly, she no longer had control, meaning to her that she was failing her mothering responsibility. It was better if she did not have to face the failure, so having Sarah live at Julie's was a good solution. In a whole family of victims, Dan was not spared. He was a man who believed in his wedding vows. It bothered him greatly that he felt his great love for Arlene eroding. Her anguished question about why he had let things go this long haunted him. Julie, Carole, and Naomi had asked the same thing, and he knew he was wrong not to have terminated the marriage immediately after the wedding. But without the marriage, there would be no Sarah, and Dan loved his daughter deeply. Like many fathers, he was frightened by the intensity of that love and the sexual undertones, but he knew he would never do anything wrong with her. Having not filed for divorce yet, Dan was reconciled to the fact that it would be quite a while. He hated the thought of 'piling on' when Arlene was in such a distraught state. A big part of him wanted to see her pain stop, even to the point of just forgetting about divorce. Rationally, though, he knew that the marriage could not be put back the way it was. The Gang talked endlessly about Dan's situation. With all of the good things they had seen happen with the people close to them, including Sarah's 'liberation', the one stubborn failure bothered them all. They had to constantly encourage Julie not to let herself go because of her family's turmoil. Claire, of course, had a number of pithy comments to make about Arlene. "Why can't we just grab the bitch, tie her up, and make her come for twelve hours straight? That would fix her frigidity." "And if it didn't, we might not even all get to be in the same cell block," Carole snorted. "There is that," Claire admitted. "But she's got a great man and the perfect way to control him. Why can't she figure that out? She seems hell-bent to keep control of everything else." Julie gasped at Claire's comment and the others noticed. "Control is the key, isn't it?" Nancy asked. "Why hasn't her shrink pointed out that her pussy is the perfect control device." "I don't know if Dan would be any better off getting sex because she wanted to control him," Julie objected. "Come on, Girl!" Claire rebutted. "We all do that to our men. It doesn't mean we don't love them, and it feels damn good to us, too. It's just the way we're wired. Thank God not as extremely as your daughter-in-law, though." "It's as sad as the rest of the mess," Phyllis pointed out. "We may know the one idea that could turn Arlene around, but there is no way to get it across to her." ------- To Julie's complete shock, she did have a way to get her idea across to Arlene. One day about three weeks into Sarah's stay, Julie answered her door at 9:30 in the morning to find Arlene standing there. Her normally fastidious daughter-in-law looked frazzled and unkempt and was unable to look Julie in the eye. Fortunately, Sarah was out getting a driving lesson from Carole. The two women stood motionless and silent for many seconds, Julie staring at Arlene and Arlene staring at the ground. Finally, Julie shook her head a little, stood back, and motioned Arlene in. "Pardon me for being impolite, Arlene. Frankly, I was so astonished to see you here that I was frozen for a moment." After some strained social niceties, they were seated and Julie asked "Why are you here, Arlene?" "I'm begging you to tell Dan not to leave me," Arlene managed to say. "Why don't you want him to leave you, Arlene?" Julie had had little time to plan out the encounter, but she decided to be straightforward, blunt, even brutal if she had to be. "What?" Arlene reacted in shock at the question. "How can you ask that? Why would I want him to leave?" "You're not happy with him as a husband," Julie said sharply. "You must not love him?" "WHAT? JULIE? How can you say that?" "When you love someone, you put their happiness and their needs ahead of your own. You have not done that with Dan." "But I have! I always have! I ... oh. You're talking about sex, I suppose." Arlene seemed to shrink into herself with that realization. Then, she said "I just don't like intercourse. There's nothing I can do about that." "Then, if you truly loved Dan, you would let him go. He wants and needs sex, and it his reasonable expectation as a husband." "But he's my husband! I do love him! I can't let him go!" "I think you love having him more than you love him," Julie challenged. Arlene did the drowning fish thing, shocked by Julie's charge, but uncomfortable at the feeling that Julie was looking inside her. In her depressed condition, it was even easier than usual for Arlene to respond with tears to any stressful situation. Julie had certainly stressed her. This was not what she expected when she came to see her mother-in-law. Her rather addled mind told her that she should just leave, but something held her in her chair. "Arlene, is intercourse painful for you?" Julie asked after waiting for Arlene to speak. All she got in answer was silence and an increased flow of tears. "Unless you have some kind of deformity or Dan tries to enter you without lubrication, there is no reason for any pain. Do you have either of those problems? I know that Dan is not exceptionally large." "Julie! How can you ask those things? I can't talk..." "Oh, stop it, Arlene! You're not a prude. You just use that to justify denying sex to Dan. Your real problem is that during intercourse, you feel like you lose control. You especially fear having an orgasm because then you are totally out of control of your body, and you cannot stand that." Arlene's amazement and chagrin increased and she could not respond. "Control is everything to you Arlene, isn't it. When you lost your total control over Sarah, you were willing to be rid of her, to have her stay with me and just ignore her. Your fear of losing Dan is not because you will miss his presence, but because you will miss having control over him." "Nooooo! That's not true! You can't say that!" Arlene wailed. "Oh, yes I can. You came to me for help keeping Dan. The way to keep him is to fuck his brains out because you want to. If you can't do that, Arlene, you don't love Dan, and he is better off without you." Before the sobbing wife could say anything else, Julie poured it on again. "You know what's sad, Arlene? You have between your legs the ultimate control device over a man. Women since the beginning of time have been controlling men with their pussies. "You're right in your fear of intercourse, though. You have to yield control of your body to your man. But you know what, it's no problem for a woman who truly loves her man. You don't have enough love for Dan to give up control of your body for a little while. "I don't want to see Dan divorced, Arlene. Divorce is awful for a man. But I don't want to see him as unhappy, as beaten down as he has been. You have tried to destroy his self-confidence, his male ego. I have no idea how he has stuck it out for all these years. Well, I guess I do. At first, it was love, and the hope that you would 'recover'. After Sarah was born, he stayed to protect her from you. "I can't tell Dan not to leave you, Arlene. I'm sorry. You are the only one who can convince him to stay. You know exactly how to do that, but you won't let yourself give up enough to keep him. You just don't love him enough." Julie said nothing more after that. What she had already said was devastating. Arlene made a heart-breaking sight as she fled Julie's house. Julie hoped she was safe to be driving. ------- Rebecca did not have a free slot that day. However, when Julie called her, she cancelled her one o-clock and invited the Gang to her office over an extended lunch hour. After Julie recounted Arlene's visit, Rebecca asked "Do we know her condition right now?" "Judging by the way she left, it can't be good," Julie stated. "I have a very unconventional idea," Rebecca said, almost to herself. "That goes with this whole crazy case," Claire quipped. "Let's hear it." "Well, it is based on the well-established closeness of supposedly opposite emotions," Rebecca explained. "The same can be applied to behaviors. Just like love and hate have been called two sides of the same coin, dominance and submission are much closer than anyone would expect." "So, we turn Arlene into a submissive?" Nancy asked. "The state she's in now should make it easy." "I've told you before that you picked the wrong specialty, Aunt Nancy," Rebecca laughed. "I wouldn't say 'easy', but certainly easier than before this crisis. "There's a very important caveat, though. If this does succeed in getting her to accept and enjoy intercourse, the sex must never be associated with any kind of dominance. We don't want her having to be dominated to accept sex. That's not the kind of man Dan is. "Also, submissiveness is not really the goal. What we need to do is get Arlene to where she is truly giving. Yes, she has been an excellent cook and housekeeper and all of those other things. However, she was also in control of all of those other things. It appears that it was not truly out of simple love that she did them. If she is only allowed to do things that she is directed to do, then thanked sincerely for doing them, we should see some changes over time. Of course, this is all speculative and unproven." "Why would she go along with this?" Phyllis queried. "It would be the price of Dan staying and not taking any divorce action," Rebecca explained. "I think she will do literally anything to keep him," Julie agreed. Claire asked an astute question. "Is there a chance she could decide that giving up all control is not worth it to keep Dan?" Rebecca looked at Claire and nodded. "If that happens, it just means the control was always more important than love or anything else." "So, we could be forcing the issue, huh?" Nancy mused. "Isn't that better than the current situation?" Rebecca challenged. "How would we go about this?" Claire asked. "Having not thought it through, here is my crazy idea," Rebecca said. "Julie, you need to move in as Arlene's mother - mistress - handler - whatever you want to call it." "But I have Sarah here. I don't want to interrupt her progress. Would I have to be there full time?" "I think that would be best," Rebecca opined. "I've got it covered," Claire insisted firmly. "Sarah should stay here because of the private pool and everything else that is all set up. I'll move in and call on the rest of you if I need help. Sarah's not exactly a little kid who needs constant supervision, after all." "And that would leave time for some sessions with Sean, too," Julie mused. "This will be rough for Arlene to accept after what happened this morning," Julie pointed out, changing the subject. "Not necessarily. If, as you suspect, Arlene saw the truth in your accusations, she may see you as someone who knows everything about her. If you can convince her that you really care about her, it will work." "I really do care about her," Julie assured Rebecca. "In most respects, she is a likable, even lovable person." "Sarah will have to move back home at some point and become a loving, caring daughter. You see, what has to be established is that if Arlene lets go and gives of herself, people will respond with love and care." "Sarah needs to be right here for now, though, at least until school starts," Julie insisted. "It will take at least that long for her to adjust to the idea of being part of her mother's 'treatment'." "It's my guess that after her own 'project', she will be much more sympathetic," Rebecca said. "We'll all make it a point to work on her," Carole offered. "Dan will make a deal with Arlene. He will stay and try to act like before IF she lets us run everything. She will not have to see the counsellor if she completely follows orders, even from Sarah, later on. "You will have to work hard to make the 'orders' gentle and caring, never harsh or punitive," Rebecca cautioned. "How is that going to help the sex problem?" Claire questioned. "At some point, it will be appropriate to make some moves toward sexual activity. Let's leave that discussion for a while." "OK," Julie said. "This is all making sense. I do believe that this morning I got inside of Arlene's head. I will try to take advantage of that. I've never dominated anyone, but if I could pull it off with Arlene - what a miracle that would be!" "Do you think you could do it, Julie?" Rebecca asked gently. "Remember, Hon," Nancy said to Rebecca, "Julie was willing to have sex with her son if that's what it took to help Sarah. And believe, me, that is not something that Julie would take lightly." "Ohhh! I don't mean to doubt your determination, Julie," Rebecca apologized. "Dominating someone is just not simple." "Right now, Rebecca, Arlene is hurting my son and my granddaughter," Julie said firmly. "If I have to, I can forget all compassion toward her and just do what is necessary." Not only Rebecca, but the rest of the Gang was stunned by the vehemence of the mild-mannered Julie's words. "What's more, if Arlene was ever ready to yield some of her control, it would be now," Julie went on. "Remember, she is more alone than she has ever been. She is cut off from her mother and her sister, her two closest confidantes. She can hardly talk to Dan without breaking into tears. I can become the only person she can talk to. That should allow me to assume a dominant role." Rebecca was grinning, and got up to give Julie a hug. "I guess I don't need to give you advice," she said, "but try to make her believe you are on her side." "Actually, Rebecca, I am on her side," Julie said sincerely. "She could be a marvelous wife for Dan." "OK, Let's strategize," Rebecca said. "First of all, and I can hardly believe I am saying this, I think you should make Arlene live naked." "Wow! That would really shake her up!", Julie exclaimed. "That's the point," Rebecca emphasized. "If, as we believe, control is the issue, she must be made to feel that she is not in control of anything. If fanatical control of her body is what keeps her from enjoying intercourse, then we have to take away control of her body." That sobered the whole group. "I guess we'll find out how much she really wants to stay with Dan, won't we," Carole commented. "Will she get the full treatment like Alan or Sean?" "No. We have to focus on the one main objective", Rebecca cautioned. "We are not trying to make her a more confident woman, at least not primarily. We are trying to get her to realize that yielding control can be a good experience. Eventually, we want her to willingly yield control of her body to welcome Dan into her. Let's not get sidetracked with anything else. Her nakedness will be strictly to enforce submission, not primarily to humiliate her or reduce her body-shyness." "I think I should be naked with her," Julie said suddenly. "What!?" came from several of the others. "That's brilliant, Julie," Rebecca exclaimed. "Let me see if I am thinking the same way you are. Arlene's fanatical control extends to Dan. She feels that she has the right to control what he does with his body, including what female flesh he sees." "Wow! I'm thinking just like the pro!" Julie chortled with a welcome grin. "Doesn't surprise me," Rebecca complimented. "Let me suggest a further extension of that idea. We have been working to get Dan thinking and acting like an alpha male - a herd bull. Having Julie, and perhaps, later, other women, naked in his presence would force Arlene to start viewing him the same way. Hopefully, that will trigger a genetic response in her and a desire to be sexually possessed by him." "Or at least jealousy. Maybe that could have the same effect," Claire interjected. The rest of the Gang gaped at Claire while Rebecca nodded her head in agreement. "Excellent point, Claire. The beauty of it is that the reason doesn't matter, as long as she begins to want Dan. "Oh, another very important point. Dan MUST be kept away from controlling Arlene. His role is to compliment and reward. Beyond that, he should seem 'uninvolved' with what Arlene is 'suffering through'. He is not the cause, as far as she is concerned. After all, a true alpha male is above all of the machinations and politics of the herd." After a bit of silence, Julie asked almost fearfully "Would the 'other women' include Sarah?" "Oh. Let's, uh, think about that one," Rebecca responded. "We have several weeks to consider it, anyway." "Right. I want Sarah to stay here through at least the first week of school," Julie stated. "Yes, and if it's all right with the rest of you, I would like to spend some time with Sarah. It would be both for my own learning about this whole nudity 'treatment', and to find out her feelings about her mother." "That's wonderful, Rebecca," Julie enthused. ------- Chapter 18 Dan knew that he should not ask when Julie stopped at his office to get the key to his home. At Dan's house, Julie marched right into the master bedroom where Arlene was huddled in a pitiful ball on the bed. Sitting down next to Arlene and stroking her head gently, Julie said "I've thought about it, Arlene. I will try to convince Dan not to leave you." "Oh, Julie, I..." "Don't start celebrating, Arlene," Julie warned, her voice changing dramatically. "As you are right now, you are not a good wife for my son. I will convince him to stay with you, but only because I am going to change you into a proper wife for him." Arlene could only stare in amazement. Between the morning's traumatic visit and what she was now hearing, she actually wondered if it was really Julie talking to her. "If you want any chance of growing old with Dan, you will obey everything that I tell you to do. If you do not, I will tell Dan to divorce you immediately. Now, how badly do you want to grow old with my son?" "I ... I'll do anything," Arlene said shakily. "Even have intercourse with him?" "I already told him I would," Arlene said with her head down. "He ... he says I have to want it." "OK, Arlene, take your clothes off." "M ... my clothes? Why?" "Because I told you to. That should be enough. It is your first order from me. Are you going to fail already? Do I have to call Dan already and tell him to get a divorce lawyer?" "NO! Don't! I ... but..." "Arlene, listen to me. Wearing clothes in this house is a privilege you will have to earn. You have not even started to earn it." Julie was making it up as she went along. Arlene gave Julie the most pathetic look imaginable from an adult woman. Rebecca's words about submission and dominance were being put to their first test. To Arlene, clothes were apparently a critical symbol of control. Could she give them up? Just to make sure there was no misunderstanding, Julie said, in as stern a voice as she was capable of "Arlene, from now on, you will be naked in this house. You will not wear clothes again at home until you have become a good wife for Dan, or until I give up and tell Dan to divorce you." "N ... n ... n ... naked?" Arlene shrieked. "H ... how can you ... that's ... that's..." Sheer panic showed an the poor woman's face. Julie had picked up Carole's belief in the value and the impact of nudity in changing people, and Rebecca had identified control of her body as a key to Arlene's problem. Now, though, she was starting to believe it was a step too far. At least, she may have thrown it at Arlene too abruptly. After wailing for a few minutes, Arlene became angry. That was actually easier for Julie to deal with. Arlene shouted about how it was her house and how Julie had no right to come in there and say such horrible things to her. Remaining impassive in the face of Arlene's tirade, Julie gave her a few minutes before she rather dramatically took out her phone. Holding it up, she caught a moment when Arlene was catching her breath and asked loudly "Shall I call Dan and tell him to just get the divorce over with?" Arlene was a bright woman. She had said that she would do anything to stay married to Dan. It apparently just then sank in what Julie was demanding of her. In a near replay of Sarah's bladder crisis at Dan's mere suggestion of exposing himself to her, a different kind of panic took over Arlene's face. She jammed her hand in her crotch, hunched over, and scrambled toward the master bath. It took Julie just a moment to catch on. She knew all about what had happened with Sarah, and she had to suppress an ironic laugh. Deciding that it was the perfect time to be strong and commanding, she went into the bathroom right behind Arlene. As Arlene sat on the toilet and released her flood, Julie roughly pulled off her shorts and soiled panties. Saying nothing, Julie just stood with hands on hips, staring at Arlene. Before Arlene could wipe, Julie grabbed her golf shirt and pulled upward, trapping Arlene's arms. That produced more wailing and complaining, but Julie was able to be so strong and commanding that Arlene was helpless. Taking off the bra was only a little more difficult. While Arlene sat hunched over to hide her breasts and whimpered, Julie ran a bath. Having no idea whether Arlene preferred baths or showers, she thought a bath might be soothing and help her get more control. Arlene was a little heavier than Julie, but Julie was very strong and Arlene seemed to have lost her will to fight. Julie got her on her feet and tried to lead her to the tub. Like a recalcitrant child, Arlene resisted, still hunched over trying to hide herself with her hands and arms. Fervently hoping that it was not a step too far, Julie gave her a hand-stinging slap on her ass. The reflex worked and Arlene straightened up and reached back to protect her wounded bottom. "That's better, Honey," Julie said, trying to assume the role of a parent with a young child. "You need to get in the tub and wash the pee off of you. Besides, we have only a couple of hours to get your naked body looking beautiful for your husband." "Wh ... why this, Julie?" Arlene stammered as she finally relaxed back in the water. For the first time she was not trying to hide herself from Julie. Perhaps the feeling of the water covering her gave the illusion of hiding. The details did not concern Julie right then. What concerned her was that she was flying by the seat of her pants. She now understood Rebecca's concern completely. Dominating someone certainly was not easy. How should she proceed? First of all, she had to keep first things first. The ultimate goal was to make Arlene into a satisfying sexual partner for her son. She could not get sidetracked with anything else. She could not let her anger at Arlene's mother or at Arlene herself affect her in any way. She was going to be preaching about forgetting the past, so she had better do it herself. Taking a deep breath, she challenged "You are not a satisfactory sexual partner for Danny, are you, Arlene?" "Julie, Dan and I have gone..." "Dammit, Arlene! Do you want to save your marriage, or don't you care!?" Julie shouted that like she would to a rebellious child. "I ... I can't lose him!" "Can you keep him by yourself?" "I said I would give him sex, but he..." "Will you let your counsellor help you keep him?" "But she wants to ... to hypnotize me!" "I'll warn you right now, Arlene," Julie said sternly, "hypnosis would be a lot easier on you than what I will do to make you into a wife Dan can live with." "Ohhh! Why can't he live with me the way he always has?!" Arlene wailed. "Arlene! How many sessions did you have with the counsellor? What did you learn about normal wives and sex?" There was that pathetic stare again. "You tell me right now what you learned or I WILL call Dan and tell him it's hopeless." Julie decided this was one time she would just wait Arlene out, so she sat quietly beside the tub. Almost five minutes went by with neither woman speaking. Just to break the impasse, Julie turned and ran some more hot water into the tub. That little bit of action seemed to bring Arlene out of her reverie. "Most wives enjoy having sex. Surveys show that most couples our age make love twice a week or more." Arlene spoke like she was reading the words. "As a rule, the only wives who do not enjoy intercourse are those with some physical difficulty such as dryness, or those whose husbands are unusually large or are not considerate lovers." "Do you or Dan fit into any of those exceptions?" Arlene could only shake her head. "What did the counsellor say about lack of sex being a valid reason for divorce?" "She said that either denial of sex or infidelity account for a large percentage of divorces." Almost like a teacher drilling a student, julie continued. "Would a divorce between you and Dan be justified?" "NO! I love him!" "Arlene! Based on what you learned from the counsellor, would Dan be justified in divorcing you?" Julie persisted. "Juliiiiiie! Don't make me say that! Ohhhhh!" "Then, why should I waste my time? I'm willing to help make you into the wife my son needs to have. But, if you don't admit that you need to change, what chance do I have? I might as well just go home." Taking a huge chance, knowing that she would be unable to return for another try, Julie got up and walked toward the door of the bathroom. Stopping at the door, she turned back and said "I have a few things to get together." That was a lie. "I'll stop to say goodbye. It could be for the last time ever." Fighting back tears, fearing that she had gone too far, Julie went to the guest bathroom, used the toilet, then touched up her face. Resignedly leaving the bathroom, she almost ran into Arlene in the hall. Arlene was holding a robe tightly around herself. "Don't go, Julie. Please. I can't lose him." "Why do you deserve to keep him?" "I ... I..." Whatever Arlene was planning to say, she changed her mind. "I don't," was said very softly. Julie decided that was the perfect time for a little bonding, so she took Arlene in a hug. "You may find this hard to believe, Honey, but I want you to grow old with my Danny. I believe you can be a wonderful wife for him. "You are in so much emotional pain that you can't see how to become that kind of wife. I will admit that I have had some expert help, and I know how you can change. I am going to have to do some things that you will hate, but believe me, I do them out of love for you and Dan and Sarah. You have heard of 'tough love', haven't you?" Arlene nodded her head against Julie. "Well, this is the first tough love thing I have to do." With that, Julie pushed the robe down Arlene's back, eventually getting her to drop her arms so it came all the way off. "I'll turn up the heat so you wont' be uncomfortable." "Wh ... why this, Julie?" Arlene stammered as she did her best to cover herself with her hands again. "Come on in the kitchen, Arlene, and I'll explain it." "But I can't ... please! Let me put something on. This is not right!" "Go ahead, Arlene. Put something on. Of course, I'll have to call Dan and tell him that the first test failed. Tell you what; to show you that I'm not just being cruel, I'll undress, too." It took many minutes, but eventually they were sharing tea in the kitchen. Julie had turned up the heat on the way. Being sure not to talk down to Arlene in any way, she explained the theories about how nudity affected behavior and how attitudes could be changed. She very bluntly explained Rebecca's belief that fanatical control over her body was Arlene's first hurdle. As time for Dan to arrive home approached, Arlene became almost frantic. "Julie, get dressed! Dan will be here soon. He can't see you!" "Oh, I'm not worried about that, Arlene. I think you need my support. Otherwise, you will run and get dressed and I will have to tell Dan to divorce you." "No! I won't get dressed! Please! It's not right for him to see you!" Julie could hardly believe how frantic the poor woman was. It appeared that she would do anything to prevent the sin of Dan seeing his mother naked, even stay naked herself. The problem was, would it be better in the long run if Arlene had to endure her husband seeing his naked mother? What was really bothering her? Again, it seemed that Rebecca was right on. "Arlene, just relax. It won't bother me if Dan sees me. It's not a big deal." Suddenly, Arlene turned and dashed to the master bedroom. That gave Julie time for a hurried call to Dan. "When you get home, Hon, Arlene will be naked. Make a genuine fuss over her. Can you do that? I'll be naked, too. That idea is driving her crazy, making me think I should stay bare. Pretend that my being nude is no big deal if you find me that way." Hearing the toilet flush explained why Arlene had dashed off. "Why are you so upset about Danny seeing me naked?" "I don't want my husband looking at other naked women!" Arlene shrieked. She started to say more, but clammed up. Julie had heard enough. It was control again. It was exactly what she had postulated in the hurried meeting with Rebecca and the Gang. Arlene considered Dan her man, her property, hers to control. That included what female flesh he looked at. That meant there was no way Julie would dress. "Is this a deal-breaker, Arlene? Is it divorce time?" Julie wondered how long the divorce threat would hold its almost magical power. It was a surreal scene when Dan came home. He did a great job of enthusing over the sight of the naked Arlene. He complimented her profusely and gave her a rather dramatic hug and kiss. It was doubtful if Arlene would remember a single second of it. In fact, the entire evening was probably lost in a haze of shock and disbelief. As she sat with the others watching some TV, Arlene's eyes kept darting around, particularly at Julie. Bedtime was even more stressful as Dan undressed as soon as he got into the room and stayed that way. Julie gave Arlene very stern instructions that she was not to wear anything to bed. In the morning, the pressure increased as Dan came to breakfast in minimal attire, much less than was customary. In the first evidence of acknowledging Julie's control, Arlene looked frantically at Julie upon seeing Dan's near nakedness. Seeing Julie, naked again, talking casually to her son, Arlene's shoulders sagged and she said nothing. The itinerary for that day included grocery shopping. Julie let Arlene make the list, but made very firm demands on what should and should not be bought. Julie could see more just plain irritation at that 'interference' than for anything else that had happened. Most of the previous day had engendered shock and fear. The chance to put clothes on, though, was the main thing on Arlene's mind. Julie made a valiant effort to engage Arlene in all kinds of conversations. While they were dressed and in the car or at the store, it worked rather well. At home, naked, it was very tough sledding. Having to undress again when she returned home was almost as bad as the first time for Arlene. After lunch, Julie said "I don't think you slept much last night, did you?" Arlene acknowledged that. "I'll give you a little back rub and you can take a nap." When Julie actually touched her, Arlene flinched strongly. That prompted Julie to slap her sharply on each ass cheek. That was followed by gentle caresses on the injured areas which upset Arlene even more. "Arlene, do you think I am doing this because I want to be mean to you?" It took a while but Arlene admitted that she did not think that. "Despite what you think of me," Julie went on, "I have always liked you. I always thought you could be a wonderful wife for Dan. Why am I doing this? Well, you understand now that you are not a good wife for Dan, don't you?" That only brought tears. Julie kept right on caressing Arlene's back and down over her ass and thighs. "My Dan is a very faithful man, Arlene. He loves you very much. Even after the harsh things he has said and done lately, he would give anything if you could have a healthy, normal marriage." "But we HAVE a healthy marriage!" came through tears. "Please. By now, you know that is not true. You know that your mother tragically warped your thinking about sex." "But I can't just change!" Arlene protested. "By yourself, you probably can't. That is why I am going to change you little by little. You see, Arlene, just like I told you yesterday morning, your problem is not fear of intercourse. Your problem is an extreme need for control. I am going to teach you how good things can happen when you give up control. Now, you must be very tired. Sleep for a while. I will come and get you when you can leave the room." The nap was an important chance for Julie to talk with the rest of the Gang and brief them on what was happening. They were all surprised and pleased at what Julie had been able to accomplish. Little else changed that day, except that Arlene was gratefully given full cooking and cleanup duties. Two programs started the next day. First, Arlene was sent to the health club where she was to meet Phyllis and get started on a workout regimen. She was given an outfit that was not outrageous by any standard, but was much more revealing than anything she would have chosen for herself. It took some threats by Phyllis to get her into it. Realizing that time for for whole Gang to meet, including Julie, would be very important, Phyllis made plans from the first day. One of her employees, a woman who insisted on being called Pip, was seriously into body building, and looked it. She was also a very nice, considerate person. Much of the time that Phyllis spent with Arlene, Pip was also present. While Arlene was at the club became the perfect time for Julie and Phyllis to meet with the rest of the Gang. If another naked woman were to be imposed on Arlene in Dan's presence, Phyllis would be the logical one. Rebecca had counseled Phyllis to be kind but firm with Arlene at the club, becoming stern and commanding when necessary. Thus, if Phyllis showed up naked at the house, her planned adoring demeanor toward Dan would present a striking contrast. The other thing that started in earnest was cuddling by Dan. Julie would start the same thing, but not right away. The shocks needed to be metered out, so to speak - gradualism. The objective was to get Arlene to start cuddling with Dan. It was not something she was used to doing when anyone else was around. The Gang and Rebecca believed that she wanted control of all access to Dan. Cuddling by Julie should bother her greatly. Deciding the next steps in bringing Arlene along and when they should be implemented became a dominant discussion topic among the Gang. A great deal of energy went into scheduling each day in a way that would keep Arlene off balance. As much as possible, they did not want to let her anticipate anything. Little things like serving breakfast before Dan was dressed one day, then waiting until he was dressed for work the next were examples. Sending her to the health club at seemingly random times was another example. Unpredictable work times for Dan, Irregular bedtimes, widely varying mealtimes, Dan taking her out for dinner at the last minute; the Gang came up with many ways to keep Arlene off balance and thus more under Julie's control. Julie found time every day to explain to Arlene why she was doing what she did. Julie did not pull any punches, saying every day that success would come when Arlene begged Dan to make love to her. Arlene's expressions of disbelief never let up. She always stopped short of anything that would cause Julie to make the fatal phone call to Dan, though. At least once each day, Arlene begged Julie to dress. Finally, after a week and a half, she blurted out "But you have such a great figure. You're so trim and firm, Julie!" "Why do you think we have you working out at the gym? Before long, you will be trim and firm, too. Can't you feel some tightness already?" Arlene looked confused and a little frightened, puzzling Julie. Then, on instinct, Julie told her "You are getting sexier every day. Dan won't be able to keep his hands off of you." Julie had guessed right. Tears leaked from Arlene's eyes and she sniffled. "You don't want Dan to lust after you, do you, Honey? That is going to change, believe me. Let me explain some things." She went on to talk about how Arlene was approaching her sexual peak, how not having an outlet for her heightened hormones could lead to numerous problems, and several other subjects that Arlene did not particularly want to hear about. After her rather sobering lecture, Julie blurted out "I sure am glad that Danny got his great build from me. Isn't he a hunk?" "Julie! He's your son!" "And I am so proud of how good he looks! I want you to watch him walk away from you next time, then tell me you don't like watching the muscles in his ass flex. Next time he doesn't have a shirt on, check out how well his chest and shoulder muscles have developed. I dare you to watch them flex without your pulse increasing." "You can't look at your own son like that!" Arlene protested. "Why not, Honey? He came out of me. He's a fine man. Why can't I enjoy looking at him. You married him. You should enjoy him." For once, Arlene did not react negatively, but thoughtfully. Then, her face sagged and she admitted "I'm not supposed to have those feelings." "That's what you were taught, Honey, but you were taught wrong. You know that now." Julie was about to put even more pressure on, but something significant had happened, and she decided to stay with the gradual approach. ------- For the first week or so, Phyllis did not have Arlene swim at the health club. The Gang had decided not to fight the swimsuit battle right away because the suit she owned was almost a caricature. Before she could wear anything contemporary, her pubic forest would have to be addressed. That did not mean that Phyllis did not put lots of pressure on Arlene. From the first day, she went into the locker room with her and undressed right beside her. In fact, she had to make sure that Arlene did undress and shower. As the days passed, Phyllis and Pip forced Arlene to expose herself more and more in the locker room. After four days, Pip made Arlene walk naked to the tanning room. Like her mother and sister, Arlene was blessed with a well-proportioned figure. She definitely favored Nancy's hourglass shape. Because she had not nursed Sarah, her sizable breasts had less sag than might be expected. Never one for much exercise, though, she had a softness and slackness about her that was disguised by clothing, but was not attractive naked. Her sister Maureen was similarly built, but had let herself go to the tune of at least forty pounds. Their mother, Naomi, had kept her weight down just like Arlene. It was actually strange that Arlene would let her pubes grow so rampant. She was a very fastidious person about everything else, including her personal grooming. She would never think of letting her eyebrows go untrimmed, for instance. The Gang spent quite a bit of time deciding who should do the trimming. So far, Dan had not been directly involved in controlling Arlene. He had done a very good job of being affectionate and complimentary. He was the primary source of the reward side of the project. Julie could tell that it was having an effect. Several times, Arlene had blushed and made coquettish gestures in response to Dan's hugs or his words. After about the fourth day naked, when the abject fear seemed to be subsiding, her nipples started hardening when Dan walked in the door. The Gang and Rebecca all thought that was a wonderful sign. While Arlene was at the club with Pip in charge of her, Julie met with Rebecca and the rest of the Gang and spent a little time with Sarah. "I think the pubic hair is symbolic of her phobia," Rebecca postulated. "She has come to think of her genitals as a forbidden zone. That makes it even more amazing that you got her to expose it, Julie. Now, how do you get it trimmed so she can wear a decent swimsuit?" "My first thought was that Dan should take charge," Julie said, "but now, I'm not so sure. If her pussy is that symbolic, forcing anything to do with it could lead to a submissive attitude toward sex." Rebecca just grinned at Julie and shook her head. "Are you sure you aren't wasting your money on me? That's a great analysis, Julie. She has to trim, though." "Vanity is the key," Claire spoke up. "Pick a suit for her, then have her try it on. Any stylish suit is going to have her hair leaking out all over and making a bulge. Let her decide that she needs to trim it." "Phyllis, are you willing to pick out a swimsuit for Arlene? That could be a real battle." "I'm fine with that," Phyllis answered. "I think she is a bit afraid of me. Did you know that either Pip or I have been showering with her? I had to the first few days and we've just kept it up. You know, she could be a real sweetie without all of her hangups." "That's what we're trying to give Dan for a wife," Julie declared. "I'll leave the suit choice to you, then. Oh, do most women wear tank suits at the club?" "A lot do. With her more Nancy-like figure, though, I think a two-piece would be better," Phyllis told them. "Once she tightens up, her waist will be pretty sexy. We have a couple of suits for sale that would be perfect. I'll send them home with her and you can fight the pubes battle, OK?" "Fair enough. Oh, wait!" Julie said. "Let's use the swimsuit issue as a way to get another naked woman into the house - you?" "Oh. OK. Should I stay until Dan gets home?" "Let's let Rebecca call that one," Julie decided. Swimsuit selection turned out to be a battle, indeed. "No, Arlene, and that is final!" Julie said in a voice that was more commanding than she had used since the first day. "Your old suit was not appropriate even in the fifties. Now, you have a body that many women envy. You are going to show it off. Did you know that Phyllis owns that health club? Well, if you make too much of a fuss, she will just throw you in the pool naked. Is that what you want?" "I'll do it, too," Phyllis agreed. When Phyllis had brought Arlene home and stripped along with her, it had put Arlene completely off balance. That was just what Rebecca wanted. From the first time in the locker room, Arlene had been horrified by the sight of Phyllis's bare labia. Even seeing a few other women similarly exposed did not help. It added to Phyllis's naturally intimidating presence, in Arlene's mind. All indications were that Arlene believed the threat. Being made to be naked at home was, to her, so drastic that she could believe Julie capable of almost any indignity. Phyllis had brought two two-piece suits and two tank suits. Thinking that she would get the most coverage, Arlene tried a tank suit, first. Her full breasts with no support did not make her happy at all. The way the tank suit hugged her skin and hid nothing made the two-piece versions seem to give more coverage. She reluctantly tried a two-piece. Julie could tell that Arlene was impressed with how it made her look, though she tried to hide her reaction. "I can't wear any of these, Julie," Arlene protested. "There isn't enough material in the ... the crotch. My hairs show." That was a small victory, that Arlene would even mention her pubic hair openly. "Arlene, I think you know the obvious solution for that, don't you?" Phyllis said sternly. She did not like that, at all. Rebecca's analysis about Arlene's attitude toward her crotch seemed validated. Julie had been trying not to use the divorce threat except when absolutely necessary. It had been agreed that she should depend on her personal control whenever possible. Thus, she let Arlene argue and plead for a few minutes. When Julie had had enough, she took both of Arlene's hands in hers and said firmly "You are going to start swimming laps tomorrow, and you are going to wear that suit. It is up to you whether you want your pubic hair sticking out all over." "But ... I can't do like Phyllis ... I..." "Honey," Julie said, using the affectionate name to soften the confrontation, "How many women at the club are shaved bare like Phyllis?" "I don't know. I don't look at..." Arlene noticed Julie staring at her sternly and dropped her gaze like a kid caught lying. With a sigh, she admitted "Phyllis and Pip the only ones without any hair. A few others have only a little up ... up above." Pip had aspirations of competing in muscle events. Most competitors seemed to prefer bare. "Then, just trim your hair so it doesn't stick out and doesn't make the suit bulge." There was more pleading and argument that only ended when Julie took Arlene's hand and pulled her to the bathroom. "Does Phyllis need to supervise, or can you do it yourself?" After a hurried conversation while Arlene shaved, Julie and Phyllis decided to limit it to one shock at at time. Phyllis would find another time to stay for dinner naked. As if the day had not been traumatic enough, Dan accidentally made it worse for Arlene. He had been told ahead of time about her trim, and when he came home, he made a fuss about it. Speaking from the heart, he told Arlene "Honey, that really looks sexy." The problem was that no sooner had he said it than sadness followed by anger flashed across his face. He tried to control it, but Arlene caught it and ran sobbing to the bedroom. No one tried to get her to come out. "Danny, I think it is good for her to be reminded about why this is all happening to her. There has been so much attention on her that she may have forgotten the whole reason." "I didn't mean to let on," he complained. "She is very tuned to everything about you, Hon," Julie said with a hug. ------- Gradualism was the key. Over and over when the Gang discussed Arlene with Rebecca, she cautioned them to take it slowly. Arlene had to get past each new trauma and seem somewhat comfortable, or at least coping, before the next challenge. Arlene's first time swimming was purposely staged. She was sent to the club Sunday morning while the Gang had brunch. Thus, Pip was in charge of her. For some reason, Arlene chose that occasion to try to exert a little independence. "Pip, I just don't feel comfortable in the suit. I'll start swimming some other day," Arlene declared. "You know, Arlene," the forewarned Pip said gently, "Phyllis is a wonderful boss and I love working here. She is very much in charge, though. She told me to get you in the pool, either in that suit, or naked. I won't disobey her. Will you put the suit on, or do you want to be the club's first woman ever to swim naked?" "You wouldn't ... you couldn't ... that would be..." Arlene sputtered. It only took Pip pushing her two steps toward the locker room door before Arlene changed her mind. Pip's move must have frightened her very badly, though. Once Pip let up the pressure toward the door, Arlene dashed to the toilet area. After her brief revolt, Arlene adapted to the swimsuit faster than they had expected. Phyllis kept a small, silent digital camera at the club. One day, she got several pictures of Arlene preening in front of a full-length mirror in her suit. Because the swimsuit trauma seemed to ease so quickly, it was decided to do the Phyllis exposure three nights later. The ostensible reason was so Phyllis could discuss Arlene getting into aerobics classes, but that could have been handled any time. At the last minute, it was decided that Phyllis should, in fact, take Julie's place for an evening. "Arlene, I have to be away for a while this evening and I can't be here for dinner. Phyllis is going to take my place. She will be here in a few minutes." "But ... but why does someone have to be here?" Arlene complained. "Honey, we have been over and over that. You know what it will take for you to be left by yourself, don't you?" The problem was that Arlene did not think about exactly what it meant for Phyllis to take Julie's place. When Phyllis arrived and immediately stripped, Arlene shrieked in anguish. Julie was still there and still naked, and with a glance between them, she and Phyllis just let Arlene rant until she ran out of gas. Then, Phyllis piled on. "Arlene, I wouldn't miss a chance like this for anything. If I'm going to sub for Julie, I'm going to show everything I've got to that hunky husband of yours. I have always thought he was a first-class stud. I can't wait to see if this big ol' bod can give him a hardon." "But ... but your ... you can't let him see ... you're ... you're so ... so bare!" Arlene was almost hyper-ventilating in her distress. Julie decided it was time to act dominant, something that she had not done much of since the first traumatic week. "Arlene, you are not in control. You do not get to decide whose bare pussy and whose fat nipples and whose gorgeous ass Dan gets to enjoy. That is a privilege that you forfeited, remember? If you don't behave, I will see to it that the dinner table is filled with naked women every night. Now, are you going to be mature and act just like you would if I was here?" They let Arlene whimper for a few minutes, then Julie dressed and left. When they were alone, Phyllis became as gentle and caring as could be. She knew that there really was not enough time for Arlene to adjust before Dan arrived, but maybe that was a good thing. Julie had promised to warn Dan of the change. When Dan came home, Phyllis put on a truly remarkable performance as an adoring woman. She even came up with some blushes and coquettish gestures that would have seemed humorous to anyone but the completely nonplussed Arlene. She was used to Phyllis being a dominant, almost terrifying presence, but now, Phyllis was almost fawning over Arlene's husband. Dan did a great job, as well. Rebecca's coaching on his attitude toward attention from the women paid off. Arlene could not help noticing that he treated Phyllis as if she belonged to him. By design, that had not been true with Julie, but Phyllis played it for all it was worth. There was no doubt in Arlene's mind that Phyllis was delighted to be naked in Dan's presence. There was no doubt to the others that it was very, very hard on Arlene. Phyllis did one thing that Julie had chosen not to do. As they were all watching TV, later, Phyllis sat on the other side of Dan from Arlene and snuggled up against him. He had his arm around Arlene, but did not do the same with Phyllis. That might have driven Arlene right over the edge. Things were very strained in the bedroom that night. So much so that Dan waited until he believed Arlene was asleep before he went into the bathroom to masturbate. Previously, he had done it quite openly two or three times a week. Arlene was, in fact, still awake, and what had been something quite common took on much more significance. Somehow, she linked Dan's unusual secrecy to Phyllis's presence. The fact that he was for the first time trying to hide if from her bothered her greatly. Of course, since Julie 'took over', things had been strange in their marital bed, anyway. Until Sarah had triggered the blowup, Arlene would quite eagerly snuggle up to Dan and they would hug and kiss. She was always well covered in her sleepwear, and Dan knew how much touching and stroking he was 'allowed' to do. When Arlene was forced to be naked, Dan began stripping as soon as he retired, and slept naked, as well. He joked with the Gang that he worried about Arlene falling out of bed because she stayed so close to the edge. Obviously, she feared naked contact with him. Some of the reluctance to touch could be attributed to the strain between them. Rebecca believed, though, that the main reason was avoidance of anything hinting at foreplay. Dan waited two weeks before trying to put his arm around Arlene as they watched TV. When she stopped trying to pull away was the first time he kissed her. That night, also for the first time, he reached over and took her hand in bed. He did not try any more contact that night. Rebecca and the Gang talked a lot about how to trigger an increase in contact. "Look, it's summer. It's hot out, and the house is kept warm for Arlene's sake. Dan can now get his arm around her. Have him leave his shirt off tonight. That will force breast-to-skin contact." Julie was there for that discussion and she could not help crying. "It's just ... look how he has been deprived all of these years! Such a simple thing!" "And all of us, especially Dan, have to suppress that thought. Remember, that is what kills too many problem marriages that have a chance at repair." Julie took it upon herself to augment Rebecca's instructions for Dan. "When you watch TV tonight, don't wear a shirt. Oh, and no underwear, either. Hopefully, you will get a hardon when you hug Arlene to you. It needs to be obvious to her. For tonight, I will be elsewhere in the house." "Is this going where I think it is?" he asked. "If you mean will you soon be naked, no," Julie said quickly. "Rebecca says that with all of the things that are being taken away from Arlene, the privilege of seeing your penis should be kept for her." "I guess that makes sense," he agreed. "How aggressive should I be if she resists?" "Try gentle persuasion, but don't force her." The result was not what anyone had expected. The anticipation got to Dan. As they walked to the sofa for their nightly session of TV news, he hardened at the prospect of some unprecedented contact. Not since some of their intercourse sessions surrounding her impregnation had her bare breasts touched his bare chest. She noticed his arousal right away, and she became unresisting. He probably could have petted her with his hands, but he had been drilled over and over on the cautious approach and managed to restrain himself - just. ------- Chapter 19 From her first day at the club, Arlene should have been getting massages. However, Rebecca and the Gang had decided that only Dan should touch her. At the beginning, things were too strained for that level of contact. Since committing to make the marriage work, Dan had foresworn any more intercourse with the Gang, and they understood and agreed with his thinking. Instead, some lunch times had been used to teach him massage. Thus, when Pip stopped in one afternoon and set up a massage table and an assortment of oils and such in the family room, Dan was ready. After much discussion, it had been decided that it did not make sense for anyone else from the Gang to show up naked at Dan's. Pip was an interesting choice for a couple of reasons. She was very familiar to Arlene from the club, and she was an impressive physical specimen. Naturally full-breasted, narrow-waisted, and bubble-butted, Pip was approaching the level of muscle development needed for competition. With all of that, she was not at all mannish in body or face. What Phyllis thought would have a particular impact on Arlene was Pip's crotch. Because of thinner, looser labia and a wide separation between her thighs, Pip's bare pussy just seemed more exposed, even more 'obscene' than Phyllis's. Arlene appeared to be even more afraid of Pip than of Phyllis. When Pip arrived and stripped, Arlene was badly shaken, probably anticipating that Pip would stay. Stay she did. For the couple of hours before Dan was due home, Arlene was a nervous wreck. Julie and Pip did their best to ignore it, but Julie finally pulled Arlene into the master bedroom for a little lecture. "Now, Honey, you know Pip. She is a very nice woman who has helped you a lot at the club." "But she's so..." "Arlene, Honey, who is in charge of what naked women Dan sees? It's not you, is it? You know what it will take before you have anything to say about whose pussy he looks at, don't you?" Poor Arlene's face was disintegrating like a child trying to keep from crying. "How ... how many more?" What a perfect set up! "Until you can show that you understand Dan's right to have naked women around." It took a while, but Arlene's pathetic look gave way to first contemplation, then determination. It was the first time with two other naked women. Dan had been warned, but had not met Pip before. Conversely, Pip had been coached on how she should react to Dan. In fact, it had taken some fast talking to get her to go along with the plan. Her honest reluctance and modesty worked beautifully when she was introduced to Dan. She did not have to fake any blushes. Although it must have taken everything she had, Arlene actually explained to Dan how Pip helped her at the club. That was not the end of the pressure for the night, though. Just before dinner, Phyllis arrived, apologizing for not getting there earlier as she stripped. After dinner, Pip pled another commitment and left. Not a word was said about the massage table until after the news. Then, Dan spoke up. "Honey, you must have had some soreness from your workouts all this time. I've been learning massage, and tonight, I'm going to make you feel better. The family room setting and the presence of both Julie and Phyllis had been chosen purposely to reduce the 'threat' of foreplay. In Arlene's mind, that could only occur in privacy and secrecy. That did not necessarily make it easy for Arlene. Julie felt that she had been quite successful lately in minimizing those pathetic expressions that Arlene could turn on. Dan's instruction to get on the table brought the expression back. Julie just gave Arlene an expressionless stare while Dan guided her to where she should be. Julie could not help crying. Dan stuck strictly to Arlene's back. He did such a good job that she fell asleep. When he saw that she was out, Dan kissed her softly on her exposed cheek. It was such a tender moment and such a statement about the triumph of love that Phyllis's eyes did not remain dry, either. Between the three of them, they decided it would be better for the women to get Arlene into bed. Rather than put her through the awakening affects of a shower, Julie just wiped the oil from her back and they got her in bed while keeping her very, very drowsy. When they returned to the family room, Dan was sitting on the couch with his head back, his eyes closed, and some obvious tear streaks on his face. Julie saw Phyllis kneel in front of Dan and almost as if rehearsed, she snuggled up to him and spoke softly into his ear "Don't object, please. You need this." By the time Phyllis got him exposed, his cock was fully rigid. As he was approaching ejaculation, Julie kissed him and said "You can't imagine how much I want to do that myself." Suddenly, he was there. ------- As August passed its midpoint, the beginning of school loomed as the next big event. For both Sarah and Sean, it was something they had both been preparing for. Sean had been preparing for nearly five months. Although it had been only about five weeks for Sarah, her prep had been extremely intensive. The next time Sean was scheduled to spend the night with Phyllis, he came in from working on her yard to find her chatting with a man who was obviously someone she knew quite well. "Sean, this is Walt Cherney, the wrestling coach at Addison University. He is just joining me for a casual dinner to talk about old times. It is just a coincidence that you were working here today." Both men saw the broad, grinning wink. After some getting acquainted, they sat down to eat and Walt told Sean "The last thing I want to do as make real, competitive wrestling seem anything like the TV version. I do think, though, that it is a good idea for a potential champion like yourself to establish a personality - an image - when he is on the mat." "Potential champion?" "Of course, Sean," Phyllis said. "It is what we have aimed at from the beginning." "Y ... yeah, you're right. Mr. Cherney I'm not sure what you mean by a personality." "OK. Let me give a couple of examples. Maybe you can be like a greased pig. No one can get a good grip on you because you are so good at avoiding and escaping potential holds. "Or maybe you can be a cobra. You are constantly bobbing and weaving, looking for the perfect place to strike. Your mat personality is what your opponents will expect when they meet you." "But wouldn't that make me predictable?" "Perhaps, but that isn't always bad. From what Phyllis has told me, your competitive edge will be conditioning and endurance. You should be able to outlast anyone. By the way, between workouts and work, you are already doing as much as college wrestlers. Keep it up." "OK. So what does that mean about my 'mat personality'? What specifically should I do?" "I think you should become the 'irresistible force'." Sean nodded uncertainly and waited for an explanation. "As soon as the match starts, you should be in motion - offensive motion, attacking motion. Never, ever stop working for an advantage; a better hold; more leverage; a way to escape." "But isn't that what all wrestlers do?" "You would be surprised how many seconds you spend just holding from on top or holding still from the down position. I'm not saying that you should waste energy uselessly trying to escape from down. Just make your opponent think that you are about to pull an escape. Make him tire himself holding on more firmly." Phyllis entered the conversation there. "Part of the reason I want you well within the weight limit is so you can have a little extra energy. You won't waste anything sweating off the last pound before the match just to make the weight." Sean sat quietly for a while. "I guess that's a lot different from the way I have been wrestling." "We want everything about you to be different this year, Sean," Phyllis said. "The way you competed last year will not get you the championship." "You know, Mr. Cherny," Sean said, patting Phllis's had affectionately, "it's interesting how Phyllis and her friends want that championship at least as much as I do." "Son, listen to them. A lot of people, even athletes, never learn how to go after something important with absolutely everything they have. If you can do that even once in your life, you will be changed. It isn't even the success that changes you. It's giving your all." "Hmmm. Tell me some things I an do to build that 'irresistible force' image." The next hour was spent in a lot of fairly detailed wrestling talk. "Sean," Walt said as he prepared to leave, "some of my team get together on their own for casual competition two or three times a week. My coaches and I stay a long ways away to avoid any NCAA problems. I've never invited a high school student before, but I owe Phyllis big time. Here's who you should call. They will expect you." "But how will your college guys feel about me butting in?" "Well, be prepared to be given some harsh lessons. They will be very careful not to hurt you, though." When Walt had left, Sean asked "Do you think I should do that?" "Let's see," she said dramatically, "how hard will it be compared to dancing naked with those nice girls?" "Irresistible force, huh? Like the tide, maybe?" was his answer. Three days later, Phyllis drove Sean to a grade-school gym near campus. When he came out ninety minutes later, he flopped into the passenger seat and moaned "I hope your massage table is up." "Some pretty strong guys, huh?" "Oh, that wasn't the problem," he answered. "It was their speed! And their aggressiveness. They were all doing what Mr. Cherney wants me to do." "That's the way he coaches. I'll bet he's hoping you will be on his team someday." "If I live that long." "Come on, Sean! It's just like dancing naked with the girls. When you got to the dance, it was no big deal." "So if I get used to wrestling with these college guys, no one in high school will scare me, right?" "Smart, too. It's not against any high school league rules, but I think your workouts with the college guys should not be mentioned at school." "Good idea." ------- It was the third week of Sarah's 'project' and the second week since Julie had 'taken over' Arlene. As they sat on the patio after dinner and watched the girls try to rid themselves of some excess energy, Nancy asked Rebecca "Would it be alright if I took the girls with me to Julie's to stay with Sarah tomorrow. All of the others seem to be tied up." "Oh. How will you explain Sarah being naked?" "I think you should do that, Rebecca. Oh, and tell them whether or not they can undress. If you let them, be sure to tell them if they have to dress when Troy and James, the dance instructor, show up." "NANCY!" "Rebecca Tate! What happened to 'normal and natural'? You know as well as I do that when they hear Sarah is naked, they will want to undress here and drive over that way." "But ... but with the men ... Damn! I know, I know - normal and natural. Maybe I should never have told them that. OK. I'll tell them, but right here where you can be in on it." When the girls had wound down enough to pay attention, Rebecca called them over. "You know how you were so impressed with how relaxed and confident Sean was, Girls? Well, Julie's granddaughter, Sarah, is doing the same kind of project Sean did." Rebecca described what Sarah's life had been like and what they were all trying to do to give her a Cinderella senior year. She also mentioned that Sarah looked much younger than she was." "Wow! I'd like to meet Sarah," Teri exclaimed. They asked a number of questions, and were properly amazed to hear about Troy and the dance instructor and all of the men coming for dinner. Rebecca could see Mike about to ask a question and pre-empted her. "If you want, you can be naked with Sarah." That scored the hoped-for impact. "What about when the guys are there?" Teri asked. "Will they be naked?" "Sorry, no." "Do we have to dress, then?" That was Mike, of course. "You mean you want Troy and James to see you?" "Well, I sure like it when Sean sees me." Mike used the belligerent posture that she adopted so often. "Well, Troy is a super-nice guy, almost like Sean," Nancy interjected. "He's built a lot like Sean, too. He has three sisters, so I don't think you would shock him. James, the dance instructor, is a nice guy, too. He is just not interested in girls' bodies." "Huh? You mean because we don't have boobs or hair?" "No. We've talked about it, Honey. James is gay," Rebecca answered. Both girls were thoughtful for a moment, then Mike grinned and declared "If Sarah can do it, we can do it. Maybe we can change James' mind." Teri looked more than a little shocked, but getting dragged into things by her younger sister was becoming a trend. She dared not back down. As it turned out, Sarah was no more immune to the charms of Rebecca's girls than was Sean. Nor were Troy and James. The girls managed to entice both guys into the pool, although suited, and subjected them to the same assaults and high-energy play that Sean had experienced. Their own nakedness seemed completely irrelevant to the girls. There was an unexpected development. In the course of conversation, Sarah mentioned Claire's lessons on poise and grooming. Teri and Mike insisted on calling their mother at the office and demanding to be included in those lessons. Although it took a little more careful scheduling, Claire was delighted with the idea. As Sean had discovered, there was no feeling of being with little kids when Sarah was with the girls. For the rest of Sarah's project, she had naked company a number of days. The Gang decided that the objectives of the project were not compromised at all. ------- About two weeks before school was to start, Dan was experiencing a low point. His feelings toward Arlene were definitely changing, but she seemed to be at a plateau. There had been no breakthroughs for a while. Nancy had a plan to break Dan from his little funk. She told him to come to her house at eleven and plan to be away from work until at least two. The much harder task was to get Rebecca there at the same time and under Nancy's conditions. When Dan arrived, he could not miss the noise from the pool area, mostly from the girls. Before he could see the source of the hilarity, though, Nancy pulled him into the powder room, undressed him, and got him off. Then, shedding her own clothes, she led him to the patio door, despite his protests about the girls. At that moment, Sarah met him, naked, and helped Nancy tow him out to the pool. The one thing that helped Dan the most was to see Rebecca there, as naked as he was and just as nervous as he was. Rebecca introducing him to the naked twin tornadoes did little to ease his mind, but they were so utterly captivating that he could not bring himself to protest. When Sean, naked, moved up between Rebecca and Nancy and casually put an arm around each of them, Dan nearly shorted out. "Dan, unless I miss my guess, you have been through about what I have with the Gang. This should not surprise you. If it's any comfort, I think Rebecca is more upset than you are. I cannot believe Nancy talked her into this." "All it took was threatening to throw her out," Nancy joked. "She doesn't have anywhere else to stay tonight. My house, my rules." Dan had always felt a little competitive toward Rebecca, partly because she had encouraged those feelings. He managed pull himself together enough to give her a complete appraising look, then said "At least as good as I imagined, Dr. Sanders." Rebecca blushed brightly, struggling mightily to keep from covering up. That was not from competitive feelings, but from a desire to personally match the demeanor she had coached him on. Finally, she gave him a girlish play slap on the arm and chided "I thought we got rid of the 'Dr.' nonsense a long time ago, MR. CASHIEN." Dan was not used to the kind of play that went on in the pool, but as in all other instances, the girls, with eager help from Sarah, overwhelmed his qualms and got him into the pool. He froze when Sarah jumped on his shoulders to meet a chicken fight challenge from Mike atop Sean. Rebecca was right there to tell him "Just go with it, Dan." That brought the competitiveness back, and he retorted "As long as you're my next partner." That left Rebecca speechless. Only after she had ridden Sean against Sarah on Dan was Nancy able to browbeat her into swapping. Later, Dan and Rebecca were side by side on loungers, and she was able to ask him "Feeling guilt again?" Dropping any competitiveness, he answered thoughtfully "Well, you were right back then when you said we were potential mates. "With your, uh, your..." "My pussy, Dan. Just say it." " ... with you pussy against my neck while I'm trying to rebuild my marriage..." "I think you know that I did not want to do that," she consoled him. "As much as I have counseled Nancy and the Gang, I have to acknowledge that their instincts are seldom wrong. It felt damn good, Dan. The problem is that I need a good fucking so badly it is driving me crazy. I suspect that you feel the same way since you have stopped with the Gang. Just to get it out in the open, you and I can't do it, no matter what Nancy or the others say. Do you agree?" "Very, very reluctantly." "Damn, I taught you too well, Mr. Alpha Male. It would cause more problems that we could handle, though." "Yeah, I know," he said softly. "I respect your need to keep some level of professional detachment. With the Gang, at least there is the generation difference to make things seem more therapeutic and less romantic. Do you have anyone? Forget that. It's none of my business." "Sean. Just a couple of times when I first found out. Generation distance there, too." He looked over at her and he met her gaze. "Thank you. You certainly didn't have to tell me that. I'm not going to promise to call you if my marriage fails. I'm not going to let that happen. I can honestly say that I have come to love you, though." Rebecca teared up at that. "The two men who have told me that recently are men that I can't have. I've come to love you, also, Dan. In my practice, you will always be an example of a man who went way above and beyond to save his marriage." "Your girls are really something," Dan changed the subject. "I'm afraid seeing them makes me feel bad for for how much of the joy of being a girl Sarah missed." "Forward, Dan. You can only afford to look forward, now," Rebecca encouraged. "I know that this is a bit of a low point for you, but this WILL work. Progress may be by spurts and pauses, but there IS progress." "Yeah, I know. I can see differences," he admitted. "Has this little outing been good for you?" she probed. "I think seeing Sarah so free and confident is the best part," Dan answered. "I have to keep reminding myself that giving her a chance at a normal life was the first priority. Look at her! I guess you've heard all about fathers lusting after their daughters, but how can I help it?" "You can't help it, Dan. If you didn't have those feelings, you should be concerned. The trick is how you deal with the feelings, and you are doing just fine at that. A healthy, loving relationship between father and daughter is a good thing. A daughter's crush on a dad who deserves it is the best preparation for choosing the right life mate." "Thanks, Rebecca." Noticing her silence and a sad look after that statement, he just kept looking at her with a questioning expression. She noticed and gave a big sigh. "I never felt that. He definitely did not deserve it. The result - a divorce. You are one of the lucky ones, Dan, because of your parents. Sarah is lucky, too." "Well, I came close to blowing it. If Mom hadn't shaken me up..." "But she did. I have to tell you, we have something planned for Sarah's last week that is way beyond what she has already been through. I think you should wait for her to tell you about it. She doesn't even know, yet." "Afraid I would say 'NO WAY'?" "That would probably be your first instinct." "Then I will wait for her to tell me. Rebecca, I have to tell you that I trust you. You would not allow anything that was not good for Sarah." ------- It was good that Dan did not know exactly what was planned for Sarah. It had all started when Rebecca expressed a concern. "Sarah is doing remarkably well. The only problem that I see is that in the whole project, Sean is the only true contemporary that she has been with." "Maybe we should get some boys from Lindsey's to come out," Claire suggested. "Kind of like we did with Sean." Carole sat bolt upright in her chair. "I've got an even better idea! How about if we arrange for her to spend the rest of her time before school at Lindsey's. They have naked boys or girls serving 'sentences' there periodically. The other kids are used to it." "Wow!" Nancy exclaimed. "That's ... that's ... Could she really handle that?" "Just like Sean, I think she is at the point where she is so happy with the changes in her life that she won't refuse anything," Rebecca answered. "That would be an extreme test, though." "One problem is that I hate to see her missing her workouts, her sessions with Claire, and everything," Julie pointed out. Now, Rebecca shot right to her feet with sudden inspiration. "Why would she have to miss them? Claire, how about if you did your sessions there and included any resident girls who were interested?" Not missing a beat, Claire asked "How many days would I have?" "I think all of the schools start on a Tuesday. How about if you started the second Saturday before? That would be ten days," Carole suggested. "Well, it would not be the best way to 'finish off' Sarah, but the other benefits to her would be great. I would have to do sort of a summary course to help the other girls." "You could spend more hours each day than you do now with Sarah. I'll bet the resident girls would eat it up," Carole said. "Oh, would this interfere with your schedule, Claire?" "Nothing I cant' rearrange. Do you think the Lindsey's management would support this?" "I think they would love it," Rebecca assured her. "Would we have Troy and James go there for Sarah's sessions?" "I'll pay them for extra time to help all of the kids. I suspect they have good help with workouts," Phyllis said. "Maybe they won't need Troy. James could give lessons to girls and boys. He can use the money." "I don't know, Ladies. Every time I think I have seen everything from you, you come up with something even wilder," Rebecca exclaimed. "Let me see what I can set up." Several of the boys who had served the naked brunches to the Gang about a year earlier still lived at Lindsey's. A couple of others had returned just to greet them. When the whole Gang plus Rebecca walked in for the lunch that Muriel had set up, there was quite a round of joyous hugs. Fortunately, a time of catching up had been included, so lunch was not really delayed. Julia showed up when it was time to serve. The group filled one of the larger eight-person tables, and the food was up to the usual standard. "After what you women have come up with previously, there is no way I would miss hearing your latest scheme," Julia joked. Rebecca had been designated to lay it all out. She included a brief version of Sarah's story, then told what they would like to do. When she finished, Julia clapped her hands and said "Absolutely wonderful! Start tomorrow, though. That will give you two full weeks. The kids will love it!" "Well, Sarah doesn't know about this yet," Julie pointed out. "This will be quite a jolt for her." "But Julie," Rebecca reminded, "we know from Sean's dancing with the Lindsey's girls that it's best to just let her react." "I can come out here for driving lessons," Carole offered. "In fact, she should be ready for her test in a few days." "Wait," Muriel interrupted. "What about Chip? Will that spoil the effect for Sarah?" When the Gang looked puzzled, Julia explained "As we quite often do, we have a boy serving a sentence naked here instead of juvenile detention. Right now, he is in his room. When we have visitors, we try to keep any nudity hidden, for obvious reasons. Actually, if you ladies wouldn't mind, we'll let Chip come out and you can talk to him. That would be a real favor. First, though, would having Chip around and naked invalidate what you want for Sarah?" Rebecca looked around at the Gang and seeing no one with a strong reaction, she offered "I think that might actually be good for Sarah. Has Chip been around here long enough so he isn't constantly hard?" Muriel answered "He is flaccid most of the time, now." "Well, unless Chip is borderline gay, every time he looks at Sarah, particularly her ass, she will get verification of her sex appeal. That's something that she needs, given her slow development." ------- At least twice a week, Sarah and Sean had time together when they could skinny-dip and experiment. After the first few times, more and more of the time was spent in serious conversation. The issue of what they were to each other had been addressed head on. They agreed that they were very special friends, but neither wanted a commitment of any kind. She had been very open about her feelings for Troy. She worried aloud to Sean that she liked Troy but not nearly as much as he liked her. Thus, it was no surprise to Sarah when Sean arrived after work while she was alone, even though it was earlier than usual. However, he got out of a strange car driven by a small girl about Sarah's age. When the girl walked right up to the house with Sean, Sarah knew it would not be a normal evening. When the girl stripped as soon as she was in the house, Sarah became really concerned. Sean wasted no time. "Sarah, meet Chelsea. Before you find out why she is here, I need to ask you; how badly do you want to be much more confident and self-assured when school starts?" "Well, I think I have changed a lot already," she replied. "What is this about, Sean?" "Except for me, though, all of your confidence building has been with adults, or at least college age, right? "Y ... yeah. Sean, please; what's going on?" "I want Chelsea to tell you her story before I explain." Chelsea told how, despite loving, concerned parents, she had gotten trapped into some serious drug-induced orgies. She explained how her parents arranged for her to spend time naked at Lindsey's as punishment and as a way to change her behavior. "Sarah, I found the love of my life while serving my sentence. It was the best thing that ever happened to me." Sarah had a sinking feeling about what she would hear next, and she could not even ask Sean about it. "First of all, Baby, whether you do anything more than what you are doing right now is completely up to you. Everyone will understand if you refuse. "Rebecca and the Gang are concerned that you have not done much to make yourself more comfortable with kids your own age. With a little over two weeks left before school starts, this is what they have arranged. Remember, you do not have to do this." Sarah gasped several times as Sean explained the plan, and when he finished, she was actually shaking. Sensing that she was not even able to talk, he told her "Chelsea is willing to join you, naked, for the first day or two, just as support. If you agree, we will leave right now, with just what you have on. The women will bring anything you need each day. The only time you leave Lindsey's will probably be for driving lessons and for your road test." Seeing her still speechless, he kept talking. "You heard about my dancing naked with the girls from Lindsey's, and yes, a few of the guys there will be from your school. This will be much tougher than what I went through, but the time to turn you into a Cinderella is much shorter. Let me point out that on your first day of school, you will have seven new friends there from Lindsey's. "I will do anything I can to support you, but this will take a lot of courage and an unbelievable commitment to changing. Your dad does not know about this. I think you can guess what his reaction would be. This is for you to decide." Sean wondered how Sarah could stare at him so long without even blinking. It seemed like minutes, but was actually much less. Her brain must have been working hard, though. Standing up quickly, she started toward the front door, almost shouting "Hurry up before I chicken out!" Sean had to remind her to put something on. As Chelsea drove them to the Transformations complex, Sean was fighting to keep from falling deeply in love with Sarah. He had always been able to identify strongly with her. This, however, was a show of courage and determination that he doubted he could have done. Having said nothing the whole twenty minute ride, Sarah must have been doing some serious psyching up. When they pulled into a parking spot right by the door to Lindsey's, she jumped right out. After looking around quickly and seeing no activity, she took off her few clothes and threw them back into the car. Chelsea said softly to Sean. "Grab her hand. I think she needs you." Sean had intended to do just that, but had been frozen by Sarah's frantic exit. When he reached her, she grabbed his hand with a squeeze worthy of any wrestler. She was shaking, and he could feel it in her grip. About to tell her she did not have to go through with the plan, he decided that it would be a disservice to her. He remembered how victorious he had felt after enduring some seemingly impossible embarrassments. He could not deny her that kind of victory. He knew she would indeed triumph. With Chelsea holding Sarah's other hand, the trio entered Lindsey's. In anticipation, Missy had been assigned to the entry desk, and she jumped to her feet when Sarah entered. Grabbing both of Sarah's hands away from Sean and Chelsea, Missy proclaimed "Sarah, you are one unbelievably brave girl. I understand why, though, because I have been there. It's worth anything if your life can really change, isn't it?" "Th ... thank you," Sarah was able to stammer out. "I guess ev ... everyone here kn ... kn ... knows about th ... that." "Well, let's go inside. There are a whole bunch of kids who want to meet their latest hero," Missy said. She waved Chelsea up beside Sarah, while she and Sean held back. When a wave of applause greeted the opening of the door, Sean looked questioningly at Chelsea. "Text message," she whispered. "I had it all ready to send." Sean had been so concerned with supporting Sarah, that he had forgotten one important thing. He quickly dialed Julie. When she answered, he said "Sarah was just greeted at Lindsey's by about twenty applauding kids. She undressed as soon as she got out of the car. Julie, she has more guts than any of us suspected." He heard a sniffle on the other end, but he knew that it would be hard for Julie to say much because she was with Arlene and probably Dan by that time. Later, after a long evening of introductions and stories, Sarah assumed that she had eaten dinner, but she could not remember what it might have been. The one thing she remembered clearly was the shock of seeing the naked, painfully erect Chip being pushed forward from the welcoming crowd. She had not been warned about that. She had felt the all too familiar bladder crisis at the sight, but she was able to withstand it until she was shown to her room. Both Sean and Chelsea offered to stay the night, but Sarah, holding Missy's hand, insisted that she would be fine. In the car, Chelsea asked "Excuse me for prying, but just what is there between you and Sarah?" "Well, we decided that we were just extra-special friends, but after seeing her tonight, I'm having trouble sticking with that." "Well, I was dragged into Lindsey's naked, kicking, and screaming. I cannot imagine doing what I saw her do," Chelsea said reverently. ------- Sarah had arrived at Lindsey's on Thursday. By the following Tuesday, she was ready to have Dan visit. Since Julie had taken over, he had not been gone from the house a single evening. All meetings with Rebecca and the Gang had been arranged for lunches. Julie suspected that Arlene was concerned about another woman, and did not want anything done to validate any suspicions. Thus, they had to quickly arrange a believable cover. Arlene knew Dan's boss and recognized his voice when she answered the phone. "Arlene, I apologize, but Dan will not be able to get home for dinner. It will be quite late before he is finished. It has been a while since I saw you at the last company dinner. I look forward to the next time." That had been carefully crafted to eliminate suspicion with no outright lie. Julie refused to tell Dan where they were going. He had not even realized that Sarah was not at Julie's until Sunday. "Mom, don't you think it's time to tell me what is going on?" "OK, Danny. First of all, Sarah is doing something unbelievably brave. When you see her, you will be shocked and you will probably be upset. For her sake, and because you don't want me angry at you, you will react only with pride and amazement - not even a little bit of disapproval. Have you got that?" Very rarely in his whole life had his mother talked that way to Dan. He definitely got the message. Julie went on "I suspect that Sarah has been talking you up as the world's champion Dad and the stud of all studs. Do your damndest to live up to that image, OK?" "God, Mom? What has she gotten into, anyway?" "Something that is helping her make a quantum leap in self-confidence and social skills. She will look back on it as a high point in her life. Please, don't do anything to diminish the experience for her. Because of the way she loves and admires you, you have the ability to do that, you know." "You're scaring me, Mom." "No, just making sure that Sarah's feelings are the only thing you think about. Here we are. This is Lindsey's, a place for good kids who have escaped from intolerable home situations. Oh, Sarah is not here for that reason. She is here because they can help her take that last huge step toward being a different girl for her senior year." Missy had become a sort of 'project manager' for Sarah within Lindsey's, and Julie had told Missy they were coming. Sarah did not know. When they walked in the door, Missy walked right up to Dan, took his face in both hands, and pulled him down for a short but intense kiss. Stepping back, Missy said with a seductive smirk "Sarah didn't even exaggerate after all. The girls who thought she was making you up will be disappointed." Dan sensed that Julie's little jab in his side meant that he should act the stud role. Not having to fake it, he told Missy "I hope not too much of you has rubbed off on her. It has already been hard enough being the father of such a doll. If she learns that look - and that kiss - Heaven help me!" Missy's eyes widened briefly, then she grabbed Dan's arm, pressed it firmly against her breast, and led him and Julie into the main area. "Let's just walk toward the eating area and see how long it takes for Sarah to notice you." Julie saw Sarah coming from the angle before Dan did, and hastily hissed "Remember nothing negative, no matter what!" When Sarah shrieked "Dadeeeeee!", he had just enough time to turn before she was leaping to put her arms around his neck and wrap her legs around his waist. Then he had to decide where on her naked body to put his hands. He could not just let her hang there. All of Julie's stern warnings were enough to keep him from showing his immediate, instinctive reaction - barely. Instead, he wrapped Sarah tightly in his arms and swayed back a forth with her for several seconds. He made sure that she was the one to separate. When she pulled back, he let her down. Grabbing his hand, she actually skipped along beside him as they approached a group of gaping teens. Because Julie and Dan had been classified as secure visitors, Chip had not been sent to his room. Dan was starting to congratulate himself on how he had handled the shock of his daughter naked amongst the whole group of naked teens. Then, he spotted the naked boy and froze. "Relax, Dad. That's Chip. He's living here naked instead of going to juvenile detention. I'll explain later." Relaxing was a tall order, but another little jab from his mother reminded Dan what was important about his visit. Somehow, Dan managed to be quite suave as he was introduced to a stream of kids. He even came up with some compliments that got a few of the girls blushing and giggling. After the kids, including Chip, he was introduced to Muriel, and they sat down to eat. "Dan" Muriel said after a while, "I have heard something about what is going on at your home. Whatever else happens, you can be proud of your daughter. Initially, she did not think you should visit. None of the resident girls has a father whose visit they would welcome. She did not want to make them feel bad." "Oh, maybe I should not have come. Maybe our, uh, greeting was..." "No, Dan. Don't think that way. With many of our kids, we are trying to break bad family patterns. Seeing a great relationship with a parent gives them a model to strive for in their own future families. A number of our staff people have children, and we try to have them spend time here for the same reason." "I guess I never thought of us as any kind of a model family," Dan said rather sadly. "Well, the relationship between you and Sarah is to be envied. I hope you can stay around for a while and hear some of our kids' stories." "Sure. I don't have to get home right away." As they left for home, Julie caught Dan about to say something after quite an initial period of silence. "Don't even say it, Dan. You would have blown a fuse if we had told you what we planned. You had to see Sarah here, after she got acclimated, to realize what a great thing it is for her." "You're right. I would not have approved. I still think it's ... it's..." "It's what Sarah thinks that counts. Honey, seven of those kids, including three boys, will be at her school this year. She will have an instant group of new friends who know her." "Know her a little too well." "Daniel Cashien! After what we put you through, how can you say that about just being naked?" He managed to chuckle. "Old ways of thinking don't die easily, Mom." "You will visit her three more times while she's there, two noons and one more evening, OK?" "You know, I can dream that someday our home will be in good enough shape so those kids can visit." Risking an accident, Julie pulled Dan's head over and gave him a quick kiss. ------- "You know, with everything you hear about teens today being selfish and ungrateful, it's great to work with some who genuinely appreciate what you are doing," Claire told the Gang at their weekly brunch. "They ate up everything I could teach them and thanked my profusely every time." "Remember, those kids are carefully selected," Carole pointed out. "Unfortunately, there are many kids in terrible home situations who would not be invited to Lindsey's because their environments have hardened them or bent them." "Still, the Lindsey's kids had all of the same reasons to turn out bad, but they didn't," Claire argued. "I guess my point is that I am not surprised that they were so willing to take Sarah in and to do our little naked brunches back then. These are kids with strong character." "Of course, when what they are asked to do is fun, it makes it easier, right?" Phyllis teased. "No doubt," Claire agreed. "If I could have had kids like those..." That stunned the others momentarily. Claire was not at all prone to expressions of regret or even nostalgia. "Sarah will be back at my house Saturday morning," Julie told them. "That will give her a couple of days to get ready for school." "We need to give her a special sendoff," Claire suggested, and the others agreed. The Gang's sendoff was to come after a couple of other, very unexpected sendoffs for Sarah. Wednesday night, a little after eleven-thirty, there was a knock on Sarah's door at Lindsey's. With the usual evening chatter and frivolity having just broken up, she was not yet in bed, so she opened the door right away. There stood the three boys from her school, naked, two of them fully erect. One of them, Jim, actually had to be supported by the others, he was so nervous. Trip, the one only partially hard, spoke for them. "Sarah, we want to be your friends at school. We were afraid that because you were naked around us here that you might be embarrassed around us at school. We decided that it would be good to kind of equalize things. Care for a swim?" "But ... but ... won't we get in trouble?" She protested, feeling the familiar bladder pressure from sudden sexual excitement. "There is an unofficial rule here that nudity is OK after most people have gone to bed, but not before eleven," Trip explained. "I'll be right there - gotta pee, first," Sarah said breathlessly. Just the fact that she could say that openly was a measure of the progress she had made. She was a little surprised to see the guys still waiting. Not sure where the boldness came from, she took the hands of the two closest boys and walked with them all to the pool. "I sure didn't expect anything like this," she told them when they were in the water. You didn't have to do this for me." "We think it's important," Trip responded. "We want you to be easy and natural around us at school." Things were not very easy and natural right then, but after twenty minutes or so, they all went to the eating area for a snack and the conversation picked up a little. Because of the exchange of stories that was a ritual everywhere at Transformations, they all knew a lot about each other. After an hour together, they decided to head for bed. Sarah almost shorted out the other two boys with short but firm thank you hugs. It was another surprise when the late knock on her door came Thursday night, as well. This time, she was able to walk right to the pool with them. She had an idea, but was not at all sure she should try it. "Jim, you don't have a girlfriend or anyone but yourself to get rid of that hardon, do you?" Jim was quite new, and had never softened that night or the night before. "Sarah, I..." "Don't be embarrassed, Jim," she encouraged. "Listen, I've only been able to give a handjob to one boy. I really like to do it. Would we get thrown out or anything if I practiced on you?" Jim's home background had been as restrictive as Sarah's, but from both parents and with the addition of severe physical punishment. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate your skinny dipping with me. Believe me, I have a good idea how tough this is for you." Sarah was not sure how they coordinated it, but Trip and the other boy grabbed Jim and sat him on the edge of the pool. "We'll wait in the hot tub," Trip told Sarah and Jim. Hardly able to believe that she was now in the teaching role, but feeling a tremendous thrill from it, she stood in front of Jim and put her hands on his thighs. "Jim, if you think this is wrong, or you just don't want me to do it, just tell me. Are you OK with it?" It was probably unfair of her to expect an answer. When none came after many seconds, she took his vibrating shaft in both hands. Sean had been able to stand quite a number of strokes before letting loose their first time, and that was what she expected. When Jim began spurting before she could even give him one good stroke, it caught her by surprise. Remembering Sean's coaching, though, she did not let go and helped Jim finish off an exhausting ejaculation. At least one thing was like Sean; Jim did not soften much after he finished. Again, from good coaching, she knew about sensitivity, but she also knew that it would pass after some gentle fondling. She was able to do some serious stroking after a couple of minutes, and the look of awe on Jim's face caused tingling in her own crotch. It still did not take long to get him off. Waiting until she thought he could answer, she asked "Was that the first time a girl did that to you?" "First time a girl even saw it was last night," he was able to gasp out. "Then I'm honored. Thank you. Uh, Jim, this doesn't mean we're going together or anything, you know." "Oh, don't worry, Sarah. I fell in love with you the day you walked in. But I was already in love with ten other girls here. I'm just a hopeless case." "If you're like me, you've got a lot of catching up to do," she encouraged him. When they joined the other boys in the hot tub, Sarah whispered to Trip "See if you can get your sister and maybe some other girls to help Jim out. He's as clueless as I was." The Lindsey's 'family' used any excuse for a party, and Sarah's last night was a wonderful excuse. She was still weary when Claire came to pick her up the next morning. Claire could not avoid moist eyes as she made the rounds of all the kids she had worked with on dancing and grooming and such. She had already set up a schedule of weekly visits to follow up on what she had been able to cover in the two weeks. From the first night and through all of the times she left for driving, Sarah had dressed and undressed outside. There had been a few embarrassing near encounters, but nothing serious. She stayed with that approach for her final departure. ------- Chapter 20 Julie had mis-calculated a little. She had not thought about possible tears spoiling Sarah's sparse but carefully applied makeup. It was the first day of school, and Julie had worked very hard to organize a special sendoff. Arlene had been sent to the club early under the supervision of Pip. Literally everyone involved in Julie's project was there to see her off, and that made her cry. Fortunately, Claire was prepared. She followed Sarah's little car to a strip mall a few blocks from school. By that time the tears had stopped and Claire did the necessary patch up. The long drive across town to school seemed to take forever. Sarah's confidence had grown immensely, but this was still a huge challenge for her. Having been worse than a nobody, an actual laughingstock, it was hard to believe that she would be viewed any differently. Julie had managed to be there for the sendoff. With her usual uncanny sense of what was bothering the girl, she took her aside from the sendoff and asked "Do you really care any more what those other kids think of you? Would more nasty comments hurt you any more? I think you have grown way beyond that. How many of the girls who used to make fun of you could have done what you did? You can honestly feel like you are more confident, more mature, and better than them in many ways." Her beloved grandmother's words were what settled Sarah's nerves and allowed her to drive safely. As she pulled into the student lot, it was very hard for her to concentrate on her driving. It seemed like every head, male and female, turned to look at her in puzzlement. She thought it must be the super-cute car. Julie had insisted that she put the top down, though. The hairdo that Claire had gotten for her could handle the wind just fine. Oh, and the sunglasses were awesome. Claire had sworn that she would be the best-dressed girl in school, and she believed it. Could it possibly be more than just the car that caught everyone's attention? When she had parked and reached to open the door, Sarah automatically flashed back to the seemingly hundreds of times that Claire had made her practice exiting and entering the car. "You have got to get it right," Claire insisted. "After seeing you drive in, everyone will be watching you. You want your exit to be so sexy, so sophisticated that all the girls' eye will pop and all the boys will get hardons." The thing that made those lessons so memorable was that Claire insisted that she practice naked. The only place was in the hot, closed garage. That was not easy to forget. With her feet properly placed on the ground, she had to pause for a moment to look down at her legs and feet. Frankly, she still could not believe that they belonged to her. She had worked like a maniac to develop the muscles that seemed to have changed her calves from little girl sticks to sculpted women's legs overnight. The pedicure the day before seemed a little narcissistic to her, but the results - barely believable. And she could understand how some women collect so many shoes. The low-heeled sandals Claire had picked out for today were so elegant. Sadly, one did not leave a convertible in a school parking lot with the top down in this day and age. Thus, getting the top up and secured and been another matter of much rehearsal. It had to be done gracefully, with nary an awkward move. She succeeded quite well. With the car secured and what little she needed to bring for the first day in hand, Sarah was at the next point where she had to force herself to be the 'new Sarah'. Her previous mode of movement had been with arms generally folded across her front, often clutching books to her chest. Her gait had been something of a scurry. An onlooker would always understand that she had been trying to get as quickly as possible to where no one would notice her. She and Claire had spent a whole afternoon looking at clips of women walking. Strutting, gliding, prancing, bouncing; there had been examples of all variants. In the end, Sarah had innocently made a major hit by telling Claire "I want to walk just like you. I'm built a little like you, and I love the way you move. I don't like the ones that look like they are just trying to be noticed. You look so graceful and natural. I'll bet you taught Grams, too." Her transformation time at Julie's had been short but very, very intense, and many things had become natural. As she moved toward the school, most of the eyes that had been on her found it hard to look elsewhere. Only when she was surrounded by five of the Lindsey's kids just outside the entrance did she feel like she was no longer the center of attention and curiosity. Much of her first day was spent trying to keep from being distracted by the reactions of people. She had vowed, honestly, that she would not forsake the friends that she had from previous years. She hoped that in some way she might be able to help them. Without exception, they were amazed upon first encountering her. With an almost constant escort from her Lindsey's friends, she use the opportunity to introduce her new friends to her older ones. Not surprisingly, the Lindsey's group went out of their way to befriend the few girls who had been close to Sarah before. The encounter with her cousin Jess was a bit painful, however. Sarah impulsively threw her arms around Jess. Jess returned the embrace, but there was a little hesitation. When they pulled apart, Sarah could see pain and resignation in Jess's eyes. "I've missed you," Sarah said honestly. "Me, too. I guess this is the only place we'll got to see each other. You ... you look so different." "I'm so sorry our mothers are not speaking," Sarah said. "What happened, anyway?" Jess wondered. "Can I give you a ride home and we can talk? Well, maybe close to home would be better," Sarah suggested. "A ride? You mean... ? Your mother would never let you drive." "Jess, Mom is not in charge of things anymore. I'll try to explain. Later, OK?" Sarah had selected AP classes with dim hopes of 'escaping' to college. Jess, while plenty intelligent, was not as aggressive. Thus, they would share only one class, plus having the same lunch shift. Jess spent their first shared lunch enthusing over Sarah's clothes and expressing her amazement that Sarah not only could drive, but had her own car. Jess's reaction to the little convertible made Sarah feel bad. She certainly did not want to make her cousin feel any more deprived, but that was what seemed to be happening. Taking all of the time Jess felt she could risk before reporting home, Sarah filled her in on what was happening at their house, all except Arlene's nudity. ------- Unbeknownst to Sarah, Julie had arranged for the Gang and Troy to be there when Sarah returned from school, as well. A little party was set up on the patio, and everyone got a chance to hear how her day had gone. Nobody mentioned her delayed return. When things started to settle down a little, Claire gave out a piercing whistle, and when all was quite, Carole spoke. "We're all proud of our own Cinderella, aren't we?" Cheering answered her. "I don't know many girls who could have gone through what she did, but her attitude and her determination were an inspiration for all of us, I'm sure." That brought enthusiastic cheers and applause. After the congratulations and the hugs subsided, Sarah went around to the Gang and got them to agree to stay. Then, she sought out Troy. "Troy, I hated to say 'no' when you asked me out on a date. I really like you and I want to go out with you. It's just that whenever we've been together, I've been naked. If we date, it won't be like that. It just seemed ... unequal, I guess. "Here's the deal. If you strip right now and stay the evening, I'll go to the dance with you." Looking around quickly at all of the women, Troy stammered "N ... now? Can't I wait until... ?" "They are all staying for the evening. Look, Troy, you know all of them. They are not strangers to hard cocks, and I'm sure they have all been dying to see that great bod of yours bare. I don't want to seem mean, but I think you can understand my problem." Talk about a test of desire! Despite Phyllis's warning when she 'recruited' him, Troy had indeed fallen in love with Sarah almost instantly. Phyllis! He would see her on campus frequently. How could he expose himself to her. Just then, Phyllis approached him and put an arm around him. "We are in a body profession, Troy. The sooner you can get over your body shyness, the better it will be. I know this isn't exactly what Sarah had in mind, but this should help you decide." With that, Phyllis shed her clothes right in front of him. While he was still in shock, she stepped up to him, loosened his pants, and pushed everything down to expose his rigid cock. "There. The part you were most worried about is over. Sarah, give him some support so he doesn't fall over while I help him get this stuff off." After freeing his lower body, Phyllis helped him out of his shirt. Then, she took his face in both hands and kissed him. She had decided that a naked hug was more than he could handle right then, it least in front of everyone else. Phyllis had planned ahead, and the rest of the Gang had gone in the house. "Sarah, give me and Troy a little time alone, OK?" As Sarah walked to the house, Phyllis led Troy into the pool. To Troy, she said "There are a couple of things I really need to talk to you about. First, though, I need to get you into a better mood for listening." With that, Phyllis took his cock and balls in both hands and brought him off in near record time. He was so out of it that he did not even resist. Pulling him into a hug as he recovered, she asked him "Do you get pretty tender, or can I make you come again." "G ... God, Phyllis! I ... how can ... Ohhhhh!" The last exclamation came as Phyllis decided to just proceed. As she stroked him, she led him to the side of the pool and helped him sit on the edge. "There, this is a good way to talk," she declared as she stroked and fondled him in a more leisurely way. "Troy, are you still a virgin?" "Uh, yeah. You, uh, know about my family life and stuff." "Well, I would be honored to introduce you to sex. I really like you and I am so impressed with how you have dealt with Sarah. Maybe you want to keep it for the right girl, I don't know. I can certainly respect that. Maybe you want your first time to be with someone your age. I can understand that, too. "Let me warn you about something, Troy. I can tell that you have fallen hard for Sarah. Please, don't be thinking about her as your future wife. Oh, it could happen. I know she really likes you, too. But it is almost like Sarah has made a leap from twelve to eighteen years old. I suspect that she will not want to settle down with her first serious guy. Can you understand that?" "Yeah, I've thought of that. She's like a butterfly, I guess." "Exactly. The point is, if you think you're saving yourself for Sarah, it might never happen. If you decide you would like my help, Troy, please believe that it would be a wonderful privilege for me. Whatever happens, though, we will be working together some, and I look forward to that. "So, if you know it isn't the first step toward marriage, how come you stripped so she would go to the dance with you?" "Uh, I ... I didn't actually decide, you know," he stammered. "See, I was right to get your cock out in the open. You need this kind of exposure, even if you weren't going to that dance. I always thought that some med school classes should be nude. Since doctors have to work with bare bodies all the time, they should be comfortable with their own nudity. We work with bodies, too." "I guess I should be glad you're not setting the curriculum, then," he grumped. "Good. You can joke about it. Troy, you must have seen the changes in Sarah, right? She is so at ease with her body, now. I'd like that kind of self-confidence for you. Never having to be concerned about your body lets you focus on task so much better. Are you ready for another come?" Troy just groaned and Phyllis intensified her efforts until he unloaded four more spurts. She led him to some steps that let them sit with just their heads above the water. After sitting in silence for a few minutes and after Troy had regained his breath, Phyllis told him "I'm going to dress and go in. I'll send Sarah out. You sit on a chair and wait for her - or stand, whichever you like. She'll bring you in to the rest of the women. This may be easier to say than to do, but relax. The women all like you and want to help. Oh, they don't get to help like I just did, though." Her parting shot, clever as it was, did not really help Troy at all. Sarah did come out to meet him and they talked for a while before heading inside where the Gang was gathered. Nancy had played a little dirty by hurrying to pick up Mike and Teri. Troy had barely managed to get over the shock of the Gang's greetings and compliments when the girls entered the house. ------- As he thought back over his incredible summer, Troy still could not believe it had happened. He had been taking a summer course on athletic injury prevention and treatment. He had just completed his freshman year, and was really not officially qualified to register for the course. During high school, though, he had worked with almost every team. The coaches all knew that he had special talent. He was listed as a PT major, but was thinking of changing to Sports Medicine. Straight A's his freshman year helped, too. In the class, he met Phyllis, who was acting as a volunteer instructor. She certainly had the qualifications and she was a marvelous teacher. After the first week or so, she seemed to spend quite a bit of time with him, just asking questions. He thought she was scoping him out, hopefully for a job of some kind. Troy came from a small town family of modest means, and he stretched his scholarship money to the limit. It had been a hard choice to take the summer classes instead of a full time job, but if he could graduate one or two semesters early, it would save a lot of money. He could use the leftover semesters for grad work, still on scholarship. Troy's family was conservative and strict, though not strongly religious. His sexual experience was limited. During the third week, Phyllis asked him if she could talk to him over coffee. When they were seated, she told him "I want to hire you for a part-time assignment that will last until the local high schools start. You will be the personal trainer for a seventeen-year-old girl who will be a senior in the fall. "You would run and swim with her and closely supervise her weight workouts. She is staying with her grandmother, a very close friend of mine, and there is first-class equipment there. We can work the schedule around your classes." Phyllis went on to tell Troy all about Sarah and the accelerated makeover project. "That does not sound like hard duty at all," he observed. "I have to tell you, I'm pretty inexperienced with girls." "Then the two of you would be well matched. Troy, I chose you because you are very respectful and considerate and I think you will be completely discrete. First of all, I have to get your promise to never mention what I will tell you next, even if you do not take the job. Will you promise that?" "Uh, sure. What is so serious, though?" "Except for when you two are out of the house, running, Sarah will always be naked." He just sat with his mouth working wordlessly for about a minute. Then, his eyes widened and he said "But on the machines! It would be so embarrassing for her!" Phyllis grinned widely. "Exactly what I expected from you, Troy. Remember, this is a crash confidence building project. My friends and I have seen the idea work very well before. The question is; can you do it? Can you act professional with a raging hardon?" "Phyllis!" "Hey, you're going into a body profession, almost like a doctor or nurse. Get over it. You have fours sisters, right? You must have seen all of the female parts at some point." "Yeah, but, naked all the time! God!" "Well, for the first day, jerk off twice before you come over, and get a really strong jock strap. Either that, or just let her see the bulge in your pants." Troy just stared at her grinning face, his own cycling from beet red to deathly pale. That's when Phyllis mentioned the pay, which really got his attention. "Just think of how much your own self-confidence will build while you get paid quite well. Besides, Sarah is a very sweet girl. Your biggest challenge may be not falling in love with her." Phyllis's 'warning' about falling in love had been prophetic, and it barely took five minutes on his first day. When he first arrived at Julie's and was introduced to the naked girl, she looked absolutely terrified. She actually wobbled a little and he almost reached out to steady her. After looking him right in the eye, though, her jaw jutted out a little and her shoulders straightened as she said "Let's go do the machines right now before I lose my nerve. I AM going to do this." He was a goner from that moment. Actually, Troy had not told the complete truth about living as the middle child with four sisters. The baby, Sissy, seven years younger than him, was somewhat of a brat, although she could be as lovable as she chose. He had never decided if she was a true exhibitionist or if she just did it for him. From her earliest years, she always found ways to be naked around him, despite their mother's stern reaction when she was caught. Their mother showed unexpected discernment when two-year-old Sissy began insisting vehemently "Toy do baf! Toy do baf!" Their mother wisely decided that it would not hurt the nine-year-old Troy to get a more detailed anatomy lesson. From that point on, he became more or less his baby sister's body servant. The older sisters clucked at the way the naked sprite would tow her brother to her room to help her dress. It was a little ritual that Sissy stubbornly refused to outgrow Sissy was incredibly good at working her mother, something that did not endear her to her sisters at all. Against all expectations, given the general family standards of propriety and modesty, Troy 'supervised' Sissy's baths and dressing until their mother noticed the very first swelling on Sissy's chest. Sissy did not put up a fuss at the change, perhaps because she knew from her contemporaries that the behavior was odd. That did not mean that Troy no longer saw her body, though. She just went from bold and shameless to sneaky and shameless. She was probably the only ten-year-old that loved robes. Even in such a full household, there were many chances to display herself to Troy, and she missed none. As the older sisters moved out of the house, there were even times when she could once again run around naked for a while. Contrary to the usual pattern, the onset of puberty seemed to fuel her desire for her brother to see her. She was constantly displaying every perceived millimeter of breast bud growth and every barely visible new pubic hair. Thus, Troy certainly knew the parts when he first fought to keep from staring at Sarah. In fact, because of her slow development, Sarah looked surprisingly like the much younger Sissy, who was a bit precocious physically. Even though Sarah's breasts were not that much bigger than Sissy's and her pubic thatch not much more dense, looking at her body was a completely different sensation. With Missy, he was looking because she wanted him to. Sarah, on the other hand, was allowing him to view a secret treasure. It was something that she allowed only because she was desperate to bootstrap herself from her childish persona. With Sissy, it had gotten so Troy's penis sometimes did not even twitch at her displays. With Sarah, following Phyllis's precautions had been essential, and he had thought that maybe he could design a really strong jockstrap. Troy knew about Sean, but he was never sure what the relationship between Sean and Sarah was. As the opening of school neared and they were both treating her nakedness with unbelievable ease, he took a chance and asked her to an upcoming dance at the college. She carefully explained why she could not accept, and he understood. It was still a crushing blow. Then, at the little pool party on her return from her first day of school, she had thrown out the challenge to him. When she explained again why she couldn't date him, he understood. It would indeed be an awkward relationship. Then, she said that she liked him and offered a plan that would let her feel good about dating him. She needed 'equality', and he could understand that. What she asked him to do was terrifying, but she had done far more. He had to admit to himself that he would do just about anything for her. ------- The one person not present for Sarah's return party was Sean. His school started the same day, and the Gang knew that celebrations were not his thing, at least not for himself. Claire had chosen Sean's new warm weather school wardrobe to fully emphasize his impressive musculature. Designer-label golf shirts with short, banded sleeves showed off all of his muscles. Since jeans were the standard school slacks, he broke from current fashion to wear the form-fitting style, rather than the baggy, low-slung type that dominated for boys. In an unusual move for her, Melanie had seen her son off for the first day. When he first entered the kitchen, she had felt her knees go weak when she saw him. On the rare occasions when he had been home during the summer, she could not help but notice the changes in him. Not only did his muscles seem to be growing by the week, he had a completely different attitude about him. Had Melanie been able to analyze her feelings, she would have realized that she was struggling with the emergence of a true alpha male in her home. The problem was that he paid almost no attention to her and never, ever showed any reaction to her sex appeal. That was extremely hard for her to accept. After her initial inclination to fight her son's demands for freedom and take her chances that he would not use the photos, she had had an attack of rationality. He was in control and there was nothing she could do about it. So far, he had done nothing that she could really object to, except for ignoring her. There was one major surprise on Sean's first day. Between second and third periods, he was stopped in the hall by a man he recognized as the football coach. "You're Sean Massey, right?" the coach asked. When Sean nodded, the coach said "You certainly look like you could play football. Why didn't you come to tryouts?" "I'm in wrestling, and that's enough. I've never played football." "I wish you would reconsider, Son. A number of linebackers and linemen have been good wrestlers. The two sports actually fit well together." Nor was that the end of the subject. The wrestling coach asked him to stop after school for a chat. He should have been a little suspicious when the coach just looked him up and down and nodded. It was like he was expecting to see the improvement. "The football coach is really after your ass," his coach said. He would only talk that way one-on-one to his team members. "I don't want to risk an injury. I don't particularly care about football, and I have a lawn care business that takes a lot of time in the fall. Oh, and too many football players are jerks." Sean spit that all out in one breath. Again, there was that eery nod from the coach, as if he expected just that response. Suddenly, it dawned on Sean what had happened. "Phyllis, right?" "And company," the coach corrected with a grin. "Sean, when you make friends, you REALLY make friends. That is one incredible bunch of women!" "You have no idea," Sean muttered. The coach said "Maybe I'd better not know any more." "Don't worry, you never will," Sean retorted, and they broke into companionable laughter. "Just a word on your 'jerks' comment," the coach went on. "Several of your wrestling teammates are also football players, and they're all good kids. It's just the ones who get stats in the paper who seem to turn into arrogant assholes. Your father played football, right?" When Sean nodded, the coach commented "Enough said. Well, I'm more than happy that you want to dedicate yourself to wrestling. I must say, your Phyllis knows her stuff. I remember some press coverage of her years ago when she was working for the baseball team. What weight class are you right now?" "Two up for sure, maybe three. Say, if you're interested, I'll bet Phyllis and Nancy, the nutrition expert, would be willing to work with the team. They're both sort of retired and don't need money at all." "You probably won't be surprised that they both made that offer," the coach said with another grin. "I'm working on how to get them involved without violating any league rules. It looks like we will have to work through individual families. Of course, that will mean tougher competition for spots." "That will make a better team, right? I'm sure I can hold my NUMBER ONE spot," Sean said emphatically. The coach just shook his head and threw out the old joke "Who are you and what happened to Sean Massey?" Actually, there was one more shock left for the day. Waiting rather impatiently outside the school was Tracey. When he walked up to her she smiled and said "My God, Sean! What have you been doing?" "Working, working out, working, working out ... you know." He tried a shrug that did not come off very well. This girl had been a crush of his for some time, after all. "Well, you look ... you look awesome!" "Why, thank you Tracey. You've always looked awesome, in my opinion." He knew that was pretty cheesy, but he was still just learning about compliments and their judicious use. She blushed prettily, so he could not have done too badly. "Th ... thanks. Working? How come you have to work?" "I don't have to, as you well know. I want to do something to get independence from my parents." "I heard that! God, I'm almost grounded this year. Somehow, Mom decided I had been too 'loose' last year, and they're going to fix that." "So, if I asked you out an a date, you couldn't go, huh?" "Well, maybe, since our parents are close. Are you asking me?" "Have you got time to stop by the drugstore and talk?" was his response. The drug store had an old-fashioned soda fountain that the kids all loved. "I'll probably catch a lot of shit, but yeah, let's do that." When they were seated and served, Sean said "Tracey, I have some information that could really help you. My problem is that I'm not sure how well you can keep a secret. This stuff absolutely has to be confidential." "I can keep a secret, really. What have you got?" "Not so fast. This information really is explosive. I'm sorry, but I have to test you out a bit. Tomorrow, I'm going to give you the number for a woman that I want you to call. She and her friends will decide if I can trust your discretion." "Sean, why wouldn't you trust me?" Tracey asked with damp eyes. "Please, don't be upset, Tracey. I see you with your group of friends. I know just enough about what things get said that I am afraid you tell each other absolutely everything." Head hanging, Tracey admitted "I guess we do blab too much, sometimes. But if it's serious, honest, I wouldn't say anything; especially if it can help me with my parents." "I'm still going to be very careful, Tracey. I want to help you, I really do, but you just don't realize how serious this is." ------- "Sean, you did the right thing," Carole assured him. "Actually, it would have been better if you had not even hinted that you could help her. I know how you feel about her, though, and maybe this can be the thing that makes her start to grow up. We'll all be waiting here tomorrow after school. Don't have her call. Just drop her off here." Tracey certainly was not ready to face the five women who were at the house where Sean dropped her off. She was almost ready to turn around and leave when one woman gave her a gentle hug and told her "I can see why Sean has had a crush on you for so long." "He ... he has?" Leaving was no longer a consideration. After some introductions, Carole took the lead. "The five of us took Sean on as a project last April. I'm sure you have seen some of the results. His biggest problem was that his parents, actually, his mother, kept him under her thumb. "We helped him get free of that. Now, he tells his mother where he is going and what he is going to do, and there is nothing she can say about it." "That's what I need. He said he could help, but I guess he doesn't trust me," Tracey lamented. "When Sean negotiated his freedom, he promised his mother that he would do nothing that would disappoint or embarrass them, and he has lived up to that promise. If you could tell your mother to just piss off, what kind of things would you do?" Tracey was deeper and more thoughtful than she appeared. "I guess I'm just an empty-headed kid, huh? I would probably just go for all the kicks I could get." "That must have been painful to admit. We applaud your honesty. It's a real sign of maturity. Let me ask you this: if you made the same promise to your mother that Sean made, would she believe you? Have you given her any reason to disbelieve you?" "Shit! Shit!" was all Tracey could say. When she looked up, the women could see the pain of seeing herself honestly for perhaps the first time and not liking what she saw. "I guess you're telling me that I have to grow up before Sean can trust me with this information that will set me free." The women all looked at each other with surprise and satisfaction. There was a lot more to this girl than they had suspected. "What do I have to do to prove that I can be trusted? How long will it take?" "I'm going to trust you a little right now," Carole said. "When you use what Sean has to get your mother off your back, there is always a chance that she will try to call your bluff. If she thinks that you will just run wild and get into trouble, she might consider that. In truth, you would not be able to back up the threat you would be making. In short, your mother needs to feel like she would not be risking much to agree. Do you understand that?" "If I can make her believe that, wouldn't she just give me more freedom anyway?" "One would think so. However, based on Sean's mother, you should not expect rational behavior. Perhaps your mother is different. Tracey, if you can win the freedom you want without the threat, wouldn't that be the best possible solution?" "Wow! Are you all psychologists, or something? I've never been able to talk to a woman like this. For sure not my mom." "We're not psychologist, Hon," Carole responded. "Some of us have just learned the hard way. Believe me, I made the same mistakes with my daughters, not talking to them about the really important stuff." Tracey was thoughtful for a while, then timidly asked "Is there any way I could have some more talks like this?" Glances flew around between the women, silently deciding who was in charge of the next 'project'. When four sets settled on Claire, she spoke up. "Tracey, I don't want to try to replace your mother, but I would love to get together and talk when you feel the need. Also, I've got some style and grooming tips I'd like to share with you." "Did you pick out Sean's clothes?" Through the laughter, Claire nodded, and Tracey asked "When can you go shopping with me?" Well, she was still just a teenaged girl, and a rather insecure one at that. There was some depth there, but it had to be cultivated. Claire found herself looking forward to it. The next morning, Tracey was waiting for Sean again. "I see now why you wouldn't tell me, Sean. Those women are way cool, better than my grandmas. The bad part is they all said that good grades was the first thing I had to work at to convince Mom that I had changed. Can I call you for help sometimes?" At the insistence of the women, Sean had a rather difficult conversation with Tracey as they studied together in the library the next day after school. "Tracey, I don't know if you were hoping that I would ask you to the fall mixer. I made a deal with a girl I met this summer to be each other's dates for our first fall dances. She lives across town and goes to a different school." "Is she your girlfriend?" Tracey could not hide the disappointment. "No. We are both going to date other people, and you are the first other girl I want to ask." That helped a lot, even though no specific date had been arranged. ------- It had been agreed that Sarah would remain living at Julie's through the first week of school. Then, there were two good reasons for her moving back home. First of all, it was a long drive across town, although, fortunately, the school was in the right direction. More than the distance, though, she needed to be at home because of Arlene. The Gang and Rebecca agreed that Arlene had made enough progress so she could handle her daughter's return. Regardless of what happened between Dan and Arlene, the campaign could not be a complete success unless the whole family could live comfortably together. All acknowledged that Sarah and Arlene might never be able to repair all of the damage from the past. Sarah, though, for Dan's sake and because she had the sense that it was right, had committed to giving an honest effort. She did insist that the interaction with her mother would be on her terms, not Arlene's. The first day of school was on a Tuesday, and Friday provided a significant experience for Sarah. Among the many degrading and humiliating things she had suffered in the past, the locker room for phy ed had been as bad as any. Without the restraint of any male presence, the girls tended to display their maximum cattiness. Because of her natural modesty and for fear of biting comments from bolder and better developed girls, Sarah had always covered with a towel as much as possible and had done anything she could to minimize her exposure. In anticipation of the first phy ed class, the night before, she had asked Phyllis, who was the resident that night "Do you think I would look too young if I shaved all my pubic hair? There isn't much, anyway." "Why would you want to do that now? The men only have a few more days to enjoy it," Phyllis teased. "Well, I think I can outdo the exhibitionists in the locker room," Sarah declared. Her stance was the one that everyone had come to recognize as a sign of steely determination. "Hmmmm. If you were going to go bare, it would have been better to have time for your bare lips to tan evenly." "Do you think there's even enough hair to have stopped the tanning?" Sarah complained. "Well, maybe not," Phyllis conceded. "There's something else to think about, though. You said you want to be naked when you talk to your mother, right? Well, it might be best not to look like you are doing anything that is obviously exhibitionist." "Oh. Good point. I guess I want too badly to make a statement." "Why make your statement in the locker room? Why not let more people see it? Do you have a required outfit for phy ed?" "No, we bring our own stuff." "Does anyone 'censor' the outfits?" "No, not that I know of." "Do some of the girls wear pretty sexy ones?" "Oh. Yeah, I guess they do." "Are you ready to show off your ass and your belly?" "Don't know if I'm ready," Sarah replied honestly, "but I have to do it to keep up a Cinderella image." ------- It did seem that Sarah had started a growth spurt about the time she moved to Julie's. Finding a belly-baring top that did not emphasize her modest bust was not as difficult as Claire had thought it would be. That was mainly because her bust was not quite as modest as just a couple of months earlier. Also, her butt and hips required a bit larger skin-type, ultra-brief shorts than before. Showing the kind of resolve that had gotten her through her naked weeks with such grace and good humor, Sarah had planned out what she wanted to do in the locker room, and had steeled herself to carry it out. To start the hour, she undressed completely, hanging her clothes in the locker, but not putting on her new gym outfit. Then, taking out just her shower clogs, she walked naked to the mirrored area, where she did up her hair in a pony tail and scrunchy. To say that she got astonished looks was putting it mildly. To say that some looks from previous locker room 'queens' were less than complimentary, was also putting it mildly. What bothered the established exhibitionist stars was that Sarah did not strut or preen. She acted as if she was not even aware that she was unclad. None of them could pull that off. After showering, Sarah strolled from shower to locker holding her towel, but not covering herself with it at all. By her locker, she even stood naked and talked for a few minutes with a girl she knew. Her first time in the locker room as the 'new Sarah' did much to establish her new identity. ------- Chapter 21 Much of Sarah's new identity centered around her time at Julie's and at Lindsey's. After her amazing first week of school, the reality of having to move back home threatened to erode her hard-won new self-confidence. Once again, she was not sent off alone, though. The Gang, ex Julie, along with Rebecca, was at Julie's Saturday morning for breakfast and a major pep talk. They all stressed that as nice as her 'victories' at school seemed, her return home had a much more lasting impact on her life, her dad's life, and her mother's life. "Sarah," Rebecca said seriously, "your mother has made progress, but she seems to have hit a plateau. We have several ideas about how to get things moving again, but you can provide the biggest push. "The hardest part will be to keep thinking 'healing' instead of 'revenge'. Revenge might feel very good to you for a while, but it will definitely hurt your dad. It could ruin the chance to put your family back together. "I think the best advice I can give you is to think of your mother as an ill child. You are the adult who knows how to make her better. The illness is truly not of her own making, either. Do you understand what I am trying to convey?" "I think so, Rebecca. The last thing I want to do is hurt Daddy. That will be my best incentive. It will be really hard to, uh, invert roles with Mom. Do you think she will fight that?" "Not if you are clever enough about it. Quite honestly, except for childbirth, and despite your virginity, you are more experienced in sexual matters than your mother is. You at least understand the essential rightness of sex in a woman's life and the major role it plays. She is not there yet. We believe that you can bring those ideas home to her in a way that no one else can." "Wow! Honestly, I want to do things right. I want us to be as normal a family as possible. I guess ... I guess I'm just really worried about it, though." "If you weren't worried, we all would be," Phyllis chimed in. ------- Arlene's response at Sarah's arrival home actually helped Sarah a great deal. Arlene was almost completely tongue-tied, she blushed ferociously, and she did her best to hide herself from Sarah for the rest of Saturday. Sarah did not have to pretend that she was now in the superior position - there was no doubt about it. Given the strength of Arlene's reaction, Julie suggested that Sarah start her 'campaign' Sunday afternoon while Julie 'took a nap'. As soon as Arlene was alone, Sarah walked naked into the family room where her mother was watching TV. "SARAH! WHAAAAT? Your father is home! Go get some clothes on!" "Oh, Mom, stop worrying. Daddy's busy in his study for a while." "But ... but he could come and see you, and..." " ... and the world would end, right? Come on, Mom. You know better than that by now. Actually, it would make me feel good to have Daddy see me. I know how much he loves me. I'd like him to see that I'm finally starting to grow up." This had all been scripted by the Gang in typical fashion. "Don't I look like I'm developing a little more? "I'll probably never have boobs or hips like yours, darn it. I'm happy with my body, though. I used to be ashamed because I looked like a little girl, but not any more." Sarah went on babbling body talk for a few more minutes while Arlene just sat and gaped, her gaze alternating between Sarah and the hallway from which Dan might enter the room. She had no way of knowing that he was perfectly aware of what was going on. Finally turning serious, Sarah said "Mom, I undressed for a reason. I really need to talk to you, and I thought this would make us kind of equal." Not waiting for any response, she hurried on. "First of all, I feel terrible about the way I laid into you that day you were supposed to go on vacation. I had no right to do that, but things just got too much for me. Some time when you are willing to listen, I'll tell you the things that were bothering me. "Anyway, since that day I have found out that your marriage problems are not really your fault. And we probably can't blame Grandma Naomi, either. There were just some messed up ideas and beliefs that were passed down from mother to daughter for who knows how many generations." Sarah had rehearsed this presentation over and over. "I'm just so thankful that I was able to break out of the pattern while I could still be a normal teenager for at least one year. You know, you're getting a chance to recover from what Grandma Naomi did, too, Mom." Arlene had not said a word since her initial protests. Actually, Sarah had made sure that she could not get a word in. Now, Arlene wanted to counter some of the things her daughter had said, but there were two problems. First, she was so distraught by the possibility of of Dan walking in and seeing Sarah naked that she could not concentrate very well. On top of that, part of her had to admit that what Sarah was saying was true. One of the possible scenarios the Gang had talked about was that Arlene would be unable to respond. It had been decided that Sarah should not say anything more about the relationship on the first encounter. "So, Mom, you must be using the tanning booth at Phyllis's club, huh?" "You ... you know Phyllis?" "Oh, she was at Grandma Julie's a bunch of times while I was there. She's a cool lady. Anyway, the all over tan looks good on you. A little color in your skin goes well with your hair and your eyes. You know, I worked out like a maniac at Grandma Julie's that last couple months of summer. It hurt for a few days, but I liked the way it made me look and feel. Do you like what it does to you?" It would still be difficult for Arlene to admit anything positive about what was happening to her, even though she acknowledged it to herself. Sarah was ready for some kind of negative response. "I feel guilty spending so much time on something so ... so, uh, narcissistic," was Arlene's complaint. "Mom, how can you say that!? It is not wasted time. It's not narcissistic. I've always been proud that my mom looks good, not like your sister and her husband. When you get to be sixty, wouldn't you want to look like Grandma Julie rather than Grandma Naomi? Is it wrong to want to look like a fit, healthy person for your whole life? "Look at Dad. He's been working out a lot lately, you know. I'll bet you can't keep your hands off of him. He looks so muscular, so confident, so sexy!" "Sarah! You can't talk about your father that way!" "Of course I can, Mom. Daddy is a stud! Do you have any idea how many women would stand in line for a chance to fuck him?" "SARAH!" Arlene shrieked. The Gang had argued quite a while about letting Sarah use that thread. "Oh, cut it out, Mom. I've seen your nipples pop several times when you've looked at him. I'll bet one of these times I'll be able to smell you. "He is such a stud, I really would like to have him see me like this. I feel proud to belong to a strong, virile man like Daddy. Oh, I know I will have to find my own man later, but let me tell you; it will have to be someone as good as Daddy." Arlene dropped her head and made a gurgling moan at those words. Unscripted, Sarah scooted across the room to kneel in front of her mother. She felt a wave of sympathy for her. She got her hand under Arlene's chin and raised her face so they were eye to eye. "Mom, these are the kinds of things normal women talk about. Sex is a huge part of a woman's life. It's what we are built for. Mothers and daughters should be able to talk and laugh and joke about sexy things. I'd love to do that with you." Sarah wished that she honestly felt that desire for closeness with her mother. For her daddy's sake, she could fake it. Arlene did not drop her gaze. Her lip was quivering as she asked "Is that really normal? Is that what mothers and daughters do? I never had that. I thought talking about sex at all was wrong." "I'll bet Grandma Julie has talked about sex hasn't she, Mom? Did that seem sinful, dirty?" That was a risky question, given Arlene's long-standing opinion of Julie's lifestyle. "It's all just ... woman stuff, I guess," Arlene admitted. She had to force herself, but Sarah got up and sat next to her mother, taking her hand. "Mom, you aren't going to tell me you haven't noticed Daddy's hardons when he looks at you. You see them, don't you?" Sarah could see her mother about to object loudly again, but instead, she just moved her mouth soundlessly and let her shoulders sag. "I'm not trying to beat on you, Mom, but all of those things you tried to keep from me, I have learned about. Is he hard sometimes when he undresses in the bedroom when you're there? God, would I love to see that! Hey, could I hide in the closet some night?" Now, she was ad-libbing well beyond any script. Too stunned to say anything for a while, Arlene had to divert the discussion. At least she said something she was honestly thinking about. "Do other women really think he is, uh... ?" "Sexy? Damn right they do," Sarah said emphatically. She was pushing the language, something Arlene had always come down hard on. That she got no scolding was an important signal. The group, the Gang and Rebecca, had decided it was time to try to get Arlene to see Dan in a more sexual way. Sarah was chosen as the main instigator. The fact that she did not have to pretend to drool over her daddy was considered a real plus. ------- The Gang had always been frustrated because Rebecca refused to get directly involved with Arlene. It was because of her earlier time with Dan. Phyllis was the one who began selling a new idea. "I've started Arlene in the aerobics class. So far, she has not made any social connections at the club. Rebecca, we will pay for your time to join the class and befriend her." That completely astonished Rebecca. Before she could object, Phyllis went on. "You, along with Julie and Sarah, are the key to saving Dan's marriage. We want you to forget conflict of interest and all the other stuff. Get close to her. She never needs to know about our relationship." Any possible objections were drowned by the enthusiastic endorsement of the rest of the Gang. "OK, but I'm not going to hide what I do. If that scares her away, so be it." "What if she asks for counseling?" Claire brought up. "Oh." Rebecca looked at all of the Gang and knew what she had to answer. With a little laugh, she gave in. "Whatever it takes, right? Since we have already slaughtered a bunch of ethical principles..." Following her own principle of gradualism, Rebecca found positions in the class that were in the same area as Arlene, but all around her and not right next to her. That went on for a few days before she stood right next to Arlene. She only made a few general comments that first day, then chose a different spot the next day. ------- Sean was not the least bit embarrassed to be driven to the dance in Sarah's convertible. His dance was first, and that was probably good for her. She would be more relaxed if her own fall dance was not her first. Claire had helped them practice together, and of course, she had them looking casually spectacular. Sean had told Sarah about Tracey, and Sarah had taken the lead to introduce herself. When Tracey found out that Sarah was a senior, she was both surprised and relieved. It made the 'competition' seem less threatening. Sarah's revelation that she had a date for a college dance was even better news, as far as Tracey was concerned. Not very many high school couples can dance well, and Sean and Sarah were far better than most. They attracted a lot of attention, which Sarah drank in. All of her confidence building, as terrifying as it was at the time, was paying off. She could not remember enjoying herself as much. Two of the boys who lived at Lindsey's and went to Sean's school were at the dance, and Sarah insisted on dancing with them. Sean took the opportunity to ask Tracey. Things were even better for Sarah at her own dance. Her new persona had already created quite a stir among those who knew her and many who were just realizing that she existed. When she showed up with arguably the best looking guy at the dance, and when they out-danced all of the other couples, she really felt like Cinderella. Sean got several breaks when she danced with the guys from Lindsey's, but Sarah seemed unwilling to miss a minute on the floor. There was just one negative note at Sarah's dance. An obvious jock approached them and asked to break in. Claire had briefed them on dance floor etiquette. Since they had done many numbers together and Sarah had no real reason to reject the guy, Sean nodded and handed her over. When the guy asked for the next number, Sarah's face showed reluctance, but neither she nor Sean objected. When the second number, the first full one, ended was when the tension set in. The guy apparently wanted to 'take over' Sarah for the evening, and tried to keep her for the next song. "No thank you," she said as politely as she could. "Sean is my date and I want to dance with him." "What do you mean? You can't say 'no' to me!" the guy said indignantly. "Please. I was polite and gave you two dances. Now, you be polite and find someone else." No one hearing her would have believed it was the same Sarah from the previous year. Acting instinctively, Sean moved toward the couple when he noticed the tension. Almost as if they had rehearsed it, Sarah moved away from the guy and into Sean's arms just as he arrived and the next song started. As she turned away, the guy grabbed her arm. When she shook his hand off, though, he did not persist. He looked like he might push the issue, but Sean cheekily swung around so his back was to him and within a few moments, the other guy was gone. "Who is he?" Sean asked between the next two numbers. "I don't know. I'll ask someone." Sarah needed a trip to the ladies' room, and when she returned, she informed Sean "That's Grant Jacobs. He's a running back and a wrestler. The girl I asked couldn't believe I didn't know who he was and told him 'no'." "So, my date is now on the 'most desirable list' at school, huh?" he teased. "If I have to deal with guys like that, I don't think I want to be on that list. He kept trying to pull me closer." Sean could not help wondering what weight class Jacobs competed in. ------- At the start of her second week in the aerobics class, Rebecca walked from the room beside Arlene as they both wiped off with towels. "I'll bet you've done quite a bit of dancing. You move well," Rebecca said, not having to lie. "I have never danced much before at all," Arlene answered. "Really? Are you enjoying this?" "I guess if you are going to work out, this is a good way." Rebecca expected nothing more positive from Arlene. "In my profession, people expect me to look trim and healthy. Working out is almost like part of my job." The next question was predictable and Rebecca wanted to get it out right up front to save everyone time and money. "What do you do?" "I'm a counsellor. I work mostly on family and marriage issues." Rebecca saw Arlene stiffen a little and quickly added "That's what I do on the job. Here, I'm just another working mom trying to squeeze in some time of my own without shorting my two girls." "Oh. How old are they?" Trying not to let her relief show, Rebecca guided them in some typical mother chat. In the locker room, she made it a point to undress right beside Arlene, being much more casual than she might ordinarily. Seeing Arlene hold back a bit, she left her alone. Gradualism. The next day, Rebecca did not stand by Arlene, but afterward caught her and said "Yesterday, I failed to ask if you had children." That opened another brief conversation. It took four more days of some interaction before Arlene initiated an exchange with Rebecca. She considered that move essential. They quickly moved to having a cold drink together before showering. When Rebecca revealed that she was going through divorce, that seemed to make her even 'safer' in Arlene's eyes. Picking the time carefully, Rebecca began lamenting her lack of sex since the breakup. She did not dwell on it, but mentioned it regularly. "Say, you haven't said anything about your husband, Arlene. I hope you have a good, solid marriage where you can get good loving every night." The expressions of pain and guilt crossing Arlene's face were unmistakable. Rebecca began talking wistfully over the next several days about the kind of man she hoped to find for her next and final husband. Not surprisingly, she described Dan in some detail, at least many of his characteristics. When she said "I want a man my daughters can fall completely in love with. If they can feel like they belong to a strong, virile man when they are still living with us, I think they will choose wisely when they pick a husband." That keyed on the comments Sarah had continued to make about her feelings toward Dan. Rebecca had scrupulously avoided asking Arlene's name. She was hoping to maintain arguable innocence if her relationship with Dan should later become known. ------- The group had decided that Sarah should continue to strip before conversations with her mother. The fact that it got Arlene so on edge was considered a positive. While trying to understand the girl's lack of concern about being seen by Dan, Arlene would likely pay closer attention to her words and her thoughts. Dan conveniently left the house sometimes. More often, Sarah would come right home from school, strip, and sit down with her mother. She only did that about twice a week - gradualism. It took until the eighth encounter before Arlene blurted out to Sarah "How can you just be naked so easily? You certainly weren't brought up that way." As had many, many possible conversational turns, this had been discussed with the group and Sarah followed the script. "No, Mom, I was brought up very much like you were, wasn't I? Would you want me to live through what you have had to?" It had been said gently, but it struck Arlene like a knife to the heart. Similar things had been said a number of times before, but this was the first time the words really got through. Her face lost all color and she collapsed back against the couch she was sitting on. This was a tricky time. The group had decided that Arlene should be told how Julie triggered the current crisis and all of the changes. Sarah judged that the time was right. She spent a few minutes telling about Julie's concern for her, how Dan had to be convinced, how hard Dan had worked to turn Sarah's life around, and how that had all led to Arlene's current dilemma. Somehow, as Sarah was talking, Arlene finally noticed the remnants of her daughter's all-over tan. She asked Sarah how she had acquired it, almost afraid of the answer. "The same way you're getting yours, Mom, only I used the sun instead of a tanning bed." "But ... but outside? Where someone could see you?" "Mom, Julie had this privacy fence put all around her pool this summer. In fact, I helped Sean build the fence while I was staying there." The name 'Sean' set off alarm bells for Arlene, but she just could not deal with the issue of Sarah and boyfriends right then. She knew that Sarah had been on dates, but had managed to ignore that fact. It could wait a while longer. In a move that almost had Sarah dashing for the phone to spread the good news, Arlene said "The tan looks very good on you." Gradualism. Gradualism was working on Sarah, too. After every session, she saw her mother as a more sympathetic person. Realizing that Naomi had put Arlene through just what Arlene had done to her, Sarah found her remaining anger dissipating. She had been honest with Dan in that she could not see why he wanted to stay married to her mother. Day by day, though, she was discovering the personality traits that attracted and held her father. The improvement of her mother's body into that of a sexy mature woman made her hope fervently that her dad could soon enjoy that body fully. Between Julie, Sarah, and Rebecca, Arlene was bombarded with body talk and open discussion of sexual subjects. Added to that was Dan's carefully accelerated increase in affectionate touching and explicit compliments about her body. It took three weeks before Dan put his hand on Arlene's bare ass while massaging her in the presence of Julie and Sarah. Arlene's reaction was not as positive as the group would have liked, but there was at least a slight blush of pleasure and arousal. That justified escalation. Since it had been decided that Julie should stay naked, contact between her and Dan had to be limited. Even the first quick hugs were a jolt to Arlene, but they kept it up and gradualism again proved itself. As far as cuddling, there were two 'rules'. First, Dan should try to accelerate it as much as possible. Second, he should never cuddle Sarah in a way that he had not done with Arlene, even though Sarah was clothed. Of course, it went without saying that there was no cuddling with his naked mother. While watching TV or a movie was the perfect place for cuddling, except for in bed. Any kind of prolonged close contact outside the bedroom was a very tough sell with Arlene. Julie and Sarah had to leave the couple alone before she would finally stay under his arm for an extended period. When Julie and Sarah joined them after a few times alone, Dan had to be forceful in keeping Arlene in place. ------- There was constant discussion among the group as to when Dan's next step should be taken. After several weeks, Arlene was finally showing signs of positive response to Dan's touches and caresses in the presence of Julie and Sarah, rather than recoiling and being embarrassed. Once, when Dan was meeting with the whole group, Rebecca asked him "How much are you having to fake the touches and caresses?" That caught Dan by surprise. "You know, I started out doing it intentionally as part of the plan. I just realized that now, I'm having to hold back so I don't rush things. This is all like a Christmas present." Julie couldn't help it. She burst into happy tears on hearing that. "That's great, Dan," Rebecca assured him. "If it all didn't become natural, even moving on to intercourse wouldn't really save your marriage. According to the 'nip readings', she is even starting to anticipate the contact when you are in situations where it is common. I think we can safely say that Arlene is at least as responsive to touch as a normal woman. "I believe this marks a change in strategy," Rebecca declared. "At this point, it seems that removing control from Arlene has gone as far as we want to push it. It is now time to focus on arousal. We need to find as many ways to stimulate her arousal response as we can. The theory is that eventually, all of the sexual stimulation will overcome her psychological aversion to intercourse. Dan, we want you to push as far into foreplay as possible - GRADUALLY, of course. Since it is apparent that Julie's and Sarah's presence amplifies Arlene's arousal response, we want you to push the limits of what is done outside the bedroom." "Push the limits how far?" Dan asked in surprise. "Until Julie signals you that Arlene is about to resist," was Rebecca's answer. "Phyllis, what is your decision on the spy cams?" Phyllis let out a big sigh. "I don't like it at all, as you well know, but I have convinced myself that the end justifies the means. I installed two myself, just so it is completely secret. I don't want them in there for very long, either. I am very, very concerned about whether Arlene can keep this secret." Julie answered that. "Her strong sense of privacy would prevent her from revealing anything, I'm sure." "But how will she react when she encounters the men out on the floor?" Phyllis challenged. "If you detect that to be a problem, change her to another club," Rebecca ordered. "Of course, I will lose contact with her, then, but I think I have accomplished what we hoped for." "All right," Phyllis conceded. "Julie, you need to have her come to the club when more men are present for a few days." ------- Arlene was totally puzzled when Phyllis practically dragged her to the little office just off of the women's locker room. She had just finished showering, but was still naked. "Arlene, if you ever tell anyone what I am about to show you, you could put me out of business and possibly in jail. I am only doing this because of my friendship with Julie. Sit over here and watch this screen." For the next fifteen minutes or so, Arlene watched transfixed as a parade of men showered in front of her eyes. Periodically, Phyllis would switch the view to the whirlpool room when she knew someone was entering or leaving. When Arlene's breathing seemed to have settled down, Phyllis told her to get dressed and go home. The next two days were repeats. Phyllis said almost nothing, just let Arlene watch. However, she watched Arlene very carefully on the floor of the club. Fortunately, Arlene had never reacted much to the various men when she encountered them. Since she was at a different time than her usual daytime visits, they were not men that she saw regularly, so they did not notice anything strange about her reactions. Her reactions were actually very normal, to Phyllis's great relief. On the fourth day, after Arlene had watched for a while, Phyllis asked her "How does Dan's penis compare to the ones you see there? Is he as big as that one?" and she pointed to a well-built young man. "PHYLLIS!" "Oh, come on, Arlene. Us gals are all experts on penises and cocks. They're a huge part of our lives. I'm guessing that Dan is pretty well hung, right? Julie says that when he was in college, he was not unusually large, though." "Julie ... how ... she shouldn't..." "Arlene, Arlene. Things happen in families. Sometimes people see things they are not intended to see. Big deal. Now, I've seen enough to know that Dan is as muscular as most of the guys here. Not too many his age have a six-pack like that guy," and she pointed to an obvious body-builder, "but Dan's belly is very nice and tight. He's got a great ass, too." As intended, Arlene was nonplussed by the frank talk about her husband's body. "Do ... do women really talk about this stuff all the time?" "Well, sure. Don't you think about it all the time?" That was a challenge Phyllis had been waiting to deliver. She did not expect an answer and she did not get one. She did get a very thoughtful look on Arlene's face. In fact, Arlene had been experiencing inner turmoil for a few weeks. She was in fact thinking about sexual things a lot, and she felt guilty about that. Her upbringing placed sexual thoughts in the sin category. The problem was that with her body exposed, with Dan's constant stimulation of her, and with the frankness with which Julie, Phyllis, Rebecca, and now Sarah talked about sex, she was bombarded with the subject. There was only one more night of the 'peep show' for Arlene before Phyllis, with great relief, removed the cameras. Arlene was put back on her normal daytime workout schedule. Rebecca only said that the she had missed seeing Arlene that week, but did not ask where she had been. ------- It was time for a very big move, one that would probably jolt Arlene to her core. The next time Sarah stripped after school and sat down to talk to Arlene, Sarah just laid it out. "Mom, you know that I'm still a virgin, right?" Shocked that Sarah would even say it, Arlene was barely able to stammer out "I ... I would h ... hope so." "Well, I am. But I have decided that I won't be when I go to college." "SARAH!" Predictably, that started a very emotional exchange. Sarah, following the plan, remained very calm and did her best to gentle her mother until Arlene was at least able to speak intelligibly. Finally, Sarah was able to explain. "Sex is everywhere in our culture, Mom, even in high school. Well, maybe especially in high school. As you know, I have just recently begun to catch up with girls my age in my sexual knowledge. When I go to college, I want to have experienced it all. I don't want to be looked down on as inexperienced. I also don't want to get swept off my feet and make a big mistake. I want to be introduced to love-making by a good man on my schedule." Arlene was barely able to ask "Who?" "Well, I know it could never happen, but in my dreams, Daddy is my first." "SARAH!" Arlene's vocabulary could hardly progress beyond that point. "Oh, Mom. I would never do it with Daddy. He's yours, and I respect that. It's just that he is the most wonderful man I know. I'll bet he is a wonderful lover, too. Since I can't have Daddy do it, right now I would choose Sean for my first." "Is he ... is he your b ... boyfriend?" "No. I don't really have a boyfriend, and I don't really want just one boy right now. Sean is the boy who takes care of the yards for Grandma Julie and all her friends. I helped him build Grandma's privacy fence. He lives way across town and he is two years younger." "Then why would you want him to ... to... ?" "To take my virginity? Mom, Sean has helped me learn a lot of things about sex. He is so considerate and so gentle. He never pushes me and never makes fun of me for what I don't know. Besides that, he is absolutely gorgeous! You should see him. He's a wrestler at school and he has these unbelievable muscles." She babbled on about Sean for a few more minutes. "Why are you telling me this?" "I hope we are starting over as mother and daughter," Sarah said carefully. "This is something that is very important to me. A girl should be able to share that with her mother, don't you think?" That answer had been worked out by the group, but it's impact on Arlene was far stronger than anyone anticipated. She burst into tears and fled to the bedroom. After a quick call to Julie, who had left the house on purpose, Sarah followed her mother. Since they were both naked, Sarah had to be careful. Just stroking Arlene's hair, she again used a scripted conversational line. "You feel like you've been cheated, don't you, Mom? I'm really sorry." Through her sobs, Arlene moaned out "How can I even help you? You know more than I do?" "That's not true, Mom. You've been pregnant. You gave birth to me. You've run a household wonderfully for all of these years. There's a lot I can learn from you." "But I tried to teach you so much that was wrong. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" "We've been all over that before, Mom. We're trying for a new start, remember?" From her fetal position, Arlene rolled to her back and grabbed Sarah's hand. That was another breakthrough. "I guess I should meet Sean, shouldn't I? I suppose your dad has already met him." "Yes, Daddy has met Sean. Shall I invite Sean for dinner tonight?" "Oh, I guess we could figure out ... SARAH!" Knowing exactly the reason for that exclamation, Sarah teased "I'm sure it would be the most enjoyable dinner of Sean's life." Seeing her mother's eye's widen, she pushed on. "Know what? I'll bet you would enjoy it, too." She punctuated that with a quick kiss to Arlene's forehead. Arlene's attempt to act shocked and indignant lasted about five seconds before she started, unbelievably, giggling. Sarah joined her, but as soon as Arlene realized the import of what they were doing together, she started crying again. This time, she laid where she was and continued holding Sarah's hand. When Arlene settled down, Sarah told her "Maybe at a wrestling match would be the best place for you to meet Sean." "You're probably right, Honey," was Arlene's answer, another breakthrough. "Say, why don't we give your dad a real treat tonight, three naked women." Waiting a moment for Sarah's reaction, she went on "I have suspected for a while that it won't be the first time he has seen you." "Does that upset you, Mom?" "It should, I suppose. But it probably helped change you into the young woman you are now. That's a good thing. I did not do my job, and if that's what it took for Dan to help change you, I have no right to criticize. Maybe some time you can tell me about it." No one had expected or predicted such a huge event as had just occurred. A very, very surprised Dan did indeed find three naked women preparing dinner when he arrived home that evening. He quickly got over the shock and made many heartfelt and very complimentary comments. ------- This was one of the major steps in the entire program for Arlene. Regardless of how well things seemed to be going, it could all fall apart at this point. The momentous session with Sarah and Arlene's apparent acceptance of Sarah being naked for Dan had convinced everyone in the group that it was time for aggressive escalation. "Arlene," Julie said in a serious voice that Arlene was beginning to recognize, "it is time for Dan to stop having to relieve himself." Over the last several weeks, Dan had been more and more obvious about his masturbation. The fact that Arlene had pretended not to notice was of great concern to the group. Incredibly, as far as they could find out, Arlene had never in her life masturbated a male. "Julie, I don't know what..." "Damn it, Arlene, don't even try that!" Julie snapped. "You know that he masturbates two or three times a week in your bathroom before he comes to bed. He says that you have been pretending not to notice, but you had to know what was going on. "It is just wrong for a married man with a healthy wife to have to masturbate. You may not think you are ready for intercourse, yet, but this is an important step." Julie decided to let that sink in. Arlene looked defeated, which angered Julie. "This is not negotiable, Dear. I have not used the 'divorce' word for quite a while, have I?" Arlene shook her head. "Well, I am using it now. Tonight, you will masturbate Dan until he ejaculates." "I ... I just can't!" Arlene was already crying. "Why can't you, Honey? Is it because you don't know how?" Arlene nodded miserably. "This should be something very private and very intimate between a man and wife," Julie said gently. "What you should do is let Dan show you the way to do it. Will you let him do that?" Having noticed before that Arlene could make the most pathetic expressions imaginable, Julie was not surprised at the silent reaction. "I said it already, Arlene. Listen carefully. You are going to make Dan ejaculate tonight. Now, if you don't agree to let him teach you, I will come in there and teach you. Is that what you want?" There was still no response except for the stricken look. Time to pile on. "Actually, Sarah would kill for the chance to teach you. Maybe I should let..." "NO!" That was as loud a shriek as Julie had ever heard from the poor woman. "You will do it, then?" A nod was the only response. "Good, Arlene. This is a very important step." Julie pulled her into a hug. "Now, I suspect that you are ashamed to have Dan think you know so little, right? Would you like to practice, first?" "PRACTICE? H ... how?" "I know a man who will let you practice on him. He would be covered so all you would see would be his penis. You would not know who he was." It should not be so much fun stunning the poor woman, but Julie could not help it. She had given up a lot over the past months of the campaign. Arlene shook her head so hard that Julie feared she would hurt herself. "I couldn't do that. It would be wrong." "That's good. Keep it between you and Dan. We are going to practice a little, though." With that, Julie pulled out an imitation cock and balls. More fun watching Arlene almost faint. That was only the beginning of the instruction, though, and of Arlene's trauma, as well. The Gang had some time earlier assembled a number of video clips of hand jobs. Julie's first challenge was to keep Arlene from bolting out of the room at the first sight of the videos. One of the key signs of progress in the campaign was the definite shift from Arlene simply being completely possessive of Dan to showing real desire to please him. It seemed that the desire came from real love, rather than just the need to stay married to him. There was increasing evidence of sexual desire, as well. Julie played hard on that desire to get Arlene to watch the videos and then practice on the fake cock. Wisely, Julie did not tell Dan what was going to happen until almost bedtime. It was bad enough having one spouse a basket case. He actually had to sit down while she gave him some encouragement and instructions. He could not hide his raging erection from his mother. "Dan, she is not doing well, at all," Julie told him. "She is literally frightened to death. I will be outside the door, listening through a crack. Arlene will know this, too. If she can't do it, I want you to promise to call me in to help." "MOM!" "Now, listen. The threat of my helping should be enough to get her through it. If it's not enough, isn't it worth the embarrassment to keep trying a little longer after all we have done so far? Believe me, Hon. She will do almost anything to keep me from seeing you." As Julie had told Dan, Arlene was horrified at Julie's threat to come in and help if she could not make an honest attempt at getting Dan off. "Listen, Dear, if you give it a good try and it doesn't work, I won't interfere. We'll just have to practice a little more. Honestly, though, Dan will be so excited that he may go off at your first touch." Directing traffic, Julie sent Dan in first with instructions to call out when he was ready. She suspected he would have a hard time softening enough to pee, even in the shower. Arlene was literally shaking, so Julie hugged her close for many minutes while they waited. Julie could not help the genuine tears of joy when she sent Arlene in. That show of emotion probably had a positive effect on Arlene. Completely wrung out, Julie sagged to the floor where she could listen for Dan's call. The call never came. Instead, in barely five minutes, Arlene came charging out. Julie had barely stood up when Arlene almost broke her ribs in an exuberant hug. "He shot stuff right away! Just like you said he might!" she babbled. Julie's first impulse was to laugh. Then, she had another concern. "Honey, don't tell me how happy you are. Go and tell Dan. He has been dying for you two to share something joyful about sex." Arlene stared as if she had been struck. Julie turned her around and gave her a little goose to send her through the door. She REALLY had to talk with Rebecca about what had just happened. The desire to stick around the master bedroom and go in later to find out what had happened was almost overwhelming for Julie, but she resisted and went to her room. She was awakened some indeterminate time later by a gentle kiss. It took only a moment to determine that it was Dan. "Is something wrong, Danny?" she asked, sitting up in alarm. "No, Mom. I just wanted to thank you. It went better than I would ever have believed. When she came back into the room, I was hard again from thinking about what had happened. She stared at it like she was hypnotized. Almost like in a trance, she came toward me and took me in both hands. She, uh, played with me for a couple of minutes before she looked up and asked 'Because of me'? "I probably shouldn't have, but I just blurted out 'You've always had that effect on me.' She hugged me like she wanted to break my back and bawled and bawled and bawled. It was the first naked hug since you made her strip. "I was smart enough not to say anything more. When the crying slowed down, she started playing with me again and just kept stroking harder and harder. When I came all over her, she let out this kind of a moan. It almost sounded like she had a little orgasm. Then, believe it or not, she dragged me into the shower and washed me all over." "Did you touch her anywhere, Hon?" "No. I didn't want to take a chance. It was such a breakthrough." "So, we still have some hurdles to get past. This is a big night, though." "I have an idea how much you have given up to be here, Mom. For the first time, I really think it will work. I love you." ------- Arlene managed to bustle around and get Dan and Sarah off to work and school in the morning. After that, she did not even try to act cool or sophisticated. The crushing naked hugs were something new with her, and she laid one on Julie as soon as the other two were gone. The hug degenerated into a crying jag, but Julie was pretty sure it was remorse and regret. When she could talk, Arlene verified that. "I always thought it was disgusting. I was afraid of it," she bemoaned. "I didn't know that I could feel so ... so excited by it." The similarities with Julie's conversation with Sarah after her breakthrough session with Sean were remarkable. No longer reserved around Julie, Arlene babbled about everything that had happened the night before. "Do you think I could..." Arlene started to ask. Julie was quite sure she was going to ask if she could dress. "No. I ... there's more, isn't there?" "Now, why would you want to start wearing clothes?" Julie teased. "All of your soft spots have firmed up so nicely. And look at your waist! Tell me it has been that small and tight since Sarah was born." "I'm still afraid somebody else will see me accidentally," Arlene complained. "We've been over this before, Honey. What horrible thing would happen if someone else did see you? Wouldn't you get a thrill from making some woman jealous? Or giving some man a hardon?" "JULIE!" There had been several discussions about forcing Arlene to be naked with some additional people. The very strong argument against that was the need to focus on the one critical objective. The effects of forced nudity had definitely proven out with Arlene. Adding such a strong emphasis on her body, with the daily trips to the club, had enhanced the effects, even though she worked out clothed. "Do you think your nipples will go soft any time today?" Julie kept up the tease. That did not get the expected reaction. Arlene started to cry softly. Just waiting her out, Julie was pretty sure what to expect. "All those years with Maureen - we could never joke about anything like that. It's not wrong, is it?" "No, Hon, it's just woman stuff. Our bodies and our sex dominate our lives. We always talk and joke about the important things." "Well you, and my friend Rebecca, and even Sarah; you're all just so natural about everything." "And you don't think it's wrong any more?" "It can't be. You're not bad people. Your lives are sure happier than mine has been!" Arlene said that vehemently. "Always remember, Arlene; your mother did not do this to you to be cruel, just like you didn't do it to Sarah. The way we're brought up affects us soooo much. "The important thing now is to build that great new life with Dan and Sarah, not moan about what you missed before. Let me tell you what keeps some marriages like yours from healing, even when the partners want them to." Julie went on to describe the problem of spouses wanting to change but not being able to admit they were wrong before. "A counsellor I know has seen more than one supposedly sexually repressed wife have an affair with a different man, just because she could not change with her husband. She could not admit that she was wrong before. Please, please don't do that to Dan." "Oh, Julie! I never would. I ... I ... You know, you were so right that day that it scared me." "That day?" "When you said I loved having Dan more than I loved HIM. That has been on my mind ever since. It's hard to admit you're a crazy, controlling bitch." Now, her use of that term was a true breakthrough. "You can't believe how it hurt when you started taking control away from me. I was so close to giving up when you made me undress!" "But you didn't." "I have to confess something, Julie. It wasn't really because I loved Dan like I should. I just couldn't imagine not having my family - I guess to control." "W ... I was pretty sure about that," Julie corrected herself. "Oh, don't worry. It didn't take long to figure out that all of your friends were helping." That caught Julie by surprise. "But you didn't object." "What good would it have done. I got angry when I thought maybe they had helped Dan sexually - no, no! I don't want to know anything about it. All of you must have helped change Sarah. It was such a big change and so fast. "I pouted about it and got angry for quite a while. The problem was, I was starting to really look at Dan as a person, not like the husband I owned. I started to remember feelings from when I was dating him. I really was in love with him before the bad stuff took over. Julie, I've fallen in love with my husband again." For the first time since revealing her worries about Sarah, Julie broke down into all out sobbing. For the first time, Arlene tried to comfort her mother-in-law. The hug lasted long after Julie stopped crying. Arlene made a little sob of her own, then spat out "I'm still a bitch, though!" "Why, Hon?" "I wanted him to put it in me last night. Why the hell couldn't I just admit it?" More strong language from Arlene! "It was like you said; I couldn't just give up that easily, even if my body wanted to." "Are you serious?" Julie asked, amazed. "Are you ready?" "I ... I thought maybe you could smell me. Just talking about this..." Julie dashed for the nearest phone and dialed Dan. "Danny, forget work! There's something much more important here at home! I won't be here." Hurrying back to Arlene, Julie told her "I'm so proud of you, Hon. I can't imagine how difficult this has been. Now, you've been depending on me, but you have to do this last step yourself. Danny's coming home. Can you do it?" Stunned and uncertain at first, Arlene squared her bare shoulders and declared. "This is MY marriage. Dan is MY husband. I can fix this! I HAVE TO fix this! Julie, I don't know how I'll ever thank..." Julie cut her off with a hug. "Make my boy deliriously happy. That's all the thanks I want. Bye!" She was on the phone with the Gang all the way home. It was Claire who asked the obvious but ignored question. "Is she protected?" Nearly at her own driveway, Julie frantically called Dan's house. Getting no answer, she tried his cell, with again no answer. Cursing herself for never having talked to Arlene about protection, she began racing back to Dan's house. She could barely hold back the tears, worried how she might spoil a huge moment for them by barging in. She grabbed her phone almost viciously when it rang. "Did you try to call me, Mom?" "I hate to spoil the surprise at home, Honey, but is Arlene protected?" The silence was so long that Julie got worried. "You wouldn't joke about this would you, Mom?" Dan said with a quaver in his voice. "You know better than that, Danny." "Oh, God! I really can't believe it!" "Sweetie, just remember what we talked about. Don't let bitterness and anger keep you from accepting the changes in her. They are huge changes, believe me." "For whatever reason, she stayed on the pills, Mom." "That's a relief. I won't say have fun. That's too trivial. How about if I say 'Happy forgetting!'." ------- Dan was not really thinking very straight. Julie's original call telling him to get home was disorienting enough. Her panicked call about birth control, though, made him almost unsafe to be driving. When he arrived at home, he could not remember exactly how he had gotten there. Even more disorienting for Dan than the weird trip home was his near panic over what he should do now that he had arrived. As much as his relationship with Arlene had healed over the previous weeks, this was completely new territory. Sex was their big disconnect. What would he find in the house? Would Arlene be tearful? Would she panic? Would she back down? How should he approach her? She was definitely panicky. Actually, if was more like a frenzy. To Dan's amazement, it was a sexual frenzy, something he never thought he would see. She met him at the door from the garage to the house, and literally dragged him to the bedroom. What followed was not epic, in terms of dramatic appeal or prurient content. It would have made neither a good romantic drama nor a pornographic episode. All of the moves, the strokes, the endearing words that long-time lovers learn well were absent. It was surprisingly like the defloration of a nervous, uncertain virgin. The one difference was that Arlene was not at all uncertain, just awkward. Her responses were completely new and unpracticed. She had never really wanted intercourse before, even while trying to get pregnant. Thus, she did not know how to encourage Dan, only that she wanted him in her. For his part, all of Dan's experience with the Gang helped, but his own emotional level was so high that he had many awkward moments, as well. In his optimistic fantasies about the successful end of the campaign, he had seen himself passionately taking Arlene to the heights of arousal before entering her. That was how he had learned that it should be done. Arlene would certainly come to appreciate the foreplay that she had so scrupulously avoided for so long. That would wait for another day, though. The tremendous guilt that had been weighing on her since her counseling sessions centered on her refusal of intercourse. For some time, she had wanted to make amends for that refusal, but her attitude toward the act took longer to disappear. What it finally took to get past it was the simplest thing of all - love. Arlene had been falling in love with her husband for weeks. She just had to admit to herself that what she had felt before had been more possessiveness than true love. Oh, during their courtship, her handsome suitor had evoked all of the responses any romantic young woman would feel. It was only after marriage, when she faced the sex act that had been drummed into her as evil and disgusting, that something other than love became her dominant reason for being married to Dan. So, Arlene wanted to expunge the guilt for all of the years of denying Dan, but more than that, she wanted, for the first time, really, the ultimate intimacy that would express the renewed love that she felt so strongly. ------- Chapter 22 "Jess has run away!" Sarah almost screamed at Sean over the phone. Then, she started sobbing. "I wouldn't have found out about it if the police hadn't come to our house and asked a bunch of questions. She's been gone three days!" "Her mother never let your mother know?" he asked incredulously. "Aunt Maureen won't talk to Mom any more since Mom and Grandma Naomi aren't talking. This family is so screwed up!" "You've been seeing her at school all along, though, haven't you?" he asked. "Yeah, but this is Tuesday and I didn't see her yesterday." "How has she seemed?" "Jealous. I mean, I know she's happy for me, but she's been so angry that she can't do any of the things I can, now. I never thought she'd do this, though." "Look, I'm going to see if Julie will bring me right out there," he told her. An hour later, Sean was on a couch in the downstairs family room, with Sarah curled up on his lap. "Did you call Troy?" he asked. He did not know what significance to attach to her shake of the head. Troy was her boyfriend, but... "Sarah, I'm really worried about your cousin. I've never met her, but I'm afraid she's vulnerable." "Vulnerable?" "She's angry," Sean explained. "She feels that she's been cheated out of life, and she's probably so horny she can't stand it. Besides that, she's probably not very smart about guys." "I know she's not as innocent as I was, but I see what you mean. We've got to find her!" "Let's go back to as young as you can remember being with Jess. I want you to think about every place you have ever been with her. An hour later, Sarah protested "But I don't even know if that woman is still alive! She was old back then - we were like ten." "But it's the only lead of any kind we have been able to think of," he said firmly. "Let's go." The woman in question was a widow of indeterminate age who lived in a small cottage on a parcel of land at the edge of a state park just outside the metro area. Her place was grandfathered when the state bought the surrounding property. One summer, a kids' program from church had been held in the park. At Jess's instigation, the cousins had wandered off and found the cottage. The woman had been pulling weeds and the girls had helped for quite a while, receiving a cold drink as a reward. They managed to visit the woman three more times that week, but had never seen her since. "This is really a long shot, Sean," Sarah complained several times on the drive. "But you said she sometimes fantasized about running away and hiding there. It's all we've got, but I think that's where she is," Sean insisted. Compared to Sarah's previous total compliance with her mother's control, Jess probably did seem rebellious. On a global scale, though, she was not one to take great risks and would never have considered going to the streets. Even at ten years old, the kindly old woman's isolated home had made a huge impression on the already frustrated girl. When the anger and depression became too much for her as a high school senior, her mind focused on the one island of serenity that she could remember. By the time they hunted uncertainly in the dark for a while and finally found the nearest place to park, Sarah was letting hope override her skepticism. She nearly pulled Sean along the path to the cottage. The woman, Mildred, greeted Sean and Sarah warmly, but Jess just hung back and looked sullen. "I've tried to get her to call someone," Mildred told them. I don't have a phone, so I couldn't call the police. Besides, she really needed some time to think." All of this was said before the pair even stepped inside, and before the girls said anything to each other. Sarah had learned a lot in her own traumatic few months. She approached Jess slowly and just stood with her arms open in invitation. It did not take long for Jess to accept the invitation, and then the tears started. "I'll make some hot chocolate while you young folks talk," Mildred said as she moved to the kitchen area. The cousins huddled together on an aged couch and Sean sat on the other side of Jess, a foot or two away. "It was nice while it lasted," Jess said resignedly. "It's been so nice. Mildred just talks to me and listens. She doesn't scold or criticize or lecture me. Are you Troy?" "No, Jess, this is Sean. I told you about him," Sarah answered. The way Jess's eyes widened, Sean had no doubt about what Sarah had told Jess. "Hello, Jess. It's nice to meet you. I wish it was for a happier reason." "Not many happy reasons lately," Jess grumped. "Couldn't I stay one more night?" Beating Sarah to respond, Sean said "Oh, we won't make you go back. We both know what it's like to need to escape. We've both been lucky and we're sorry that you still feel trapped." "Then, why... ?" "Sarah was worried sick about you," Sean jumped in again. "She was heart-broken that you didn't share with her how bad things were." "Since Arlene isn't talking to Grandma Naomi any more, my mom has just been a witch," Jess revealed. "I guess she's afraid I'll be able to escape like Sarah. What would she do if she lost her puppet?" The last was said in a snarl. "I've got an idea, Jess," Sean said. "I know some women who are awfully smart. Let me ask them what rights you have, if you're required to go back home, or not. Are you eighteen yet?" "Three weeks. Happy birthday to me!" There was no joy in her words. "To live away from home takes money, though. I don't even get an allowance, you know. A job? Oh, there's way too much danger in that. I might get to talk to a boy some time." Ignoring the angry, sullen tone, Sean told Jess "We'll leave you here until we can think of a way to help you. I think you should at least call your parents. Just tell them that you are in a safe, comfortable place. You don't have to say any more. Oh, tell them they can call off the police. I assume you have your phone." Sarah took up the cause with Jess while Sean called Julie. "Julie, we've found Jess. I don't think you really want to know where she is, do you? That's what I thought. Will you see what you can find out about what rights she has to stay away from home? Great. Here, talk to Sarah." While Sarah chatted with her grandmother, Sean walked around the little cottage, finding a number of things that needed repair. "Young man," Mildred started to say. "That made him flinch a little because of all the times his mother had addressed him that way. This was not his mother, though. This was a kind-hearted lady who treasured her privacy. "This place is not worth putting any work into. I can't sell it. When I'm gone, it belongs to the state. Part of the park." "But what about the next twenty years that you'll still be living here?" he asked with a smile. "Girls, girls! You watch out for this silver tongued devil, you hear?" Mildred called across the room. With all of the parents notified, Sean and Sarah stayed as long as they dared. By the time they left, Jess had hope that she might actually get free. Sean kept his eyes open and made a mental list of the most needed repairs. He left all the cash he had with a reluctant Mildred to cover groceries for Jess. As she drove them back to her house, where Julie would meet them to pick up Sean, Sarah asked him "Do you want me there, or would you rather do it alone?" "Huh?" "When you have a 'show-and-tell' session with Jess." "A what? Oh ... you think that's what she needs?" "Of course it is. Look how much it helped me." "Is she as ... as... , uh, I mean..." "As clueless as me, you mean?" she giggled. "I'd say she's heard more, but as far as 'hands-on' experience..." He let out a groan. "Oh, give it up, Massey," she chided him. "Don't pretend another cute girl playing with your cock is such a big sacrifice." "How do you know she will want to?" "Even as down as she was, she couldn't stop drooling when she looked at you," she teased. "I'll let you decide what's the best way," he yielded. "Uh, Troy won't be happy if you participate." She let out a long sigh. "The problem with Troy is that he's ready to look for a wife, but I've barely started having fun. It's a problem of expectations." "So, what is your official status with him?" "I've told him he is just one of the guys I'm dating. He doesn't need to know that there haven't been any others, yet." "I could change that, as long as you drive." "Just pick the day," she said eagerly, then sobered up. "If you have any time for dating, make it Jess. It will be her first." ------- "I'll never turn down a chance to play dolls," Claire said enthusiastically. The Gang was discussing whether they should take Jess on as another project. Julie had called them together hurriedly after Sean's call. "I had a ball with Sarah." "Well, she's more, uh, beaten down than Sarah. Also, she's built a lot differently. She definitely did not develop slowly, and probably because of stress and depression, she's a little overweight. "Do you think it's wise for Dan to take Jess in, considering everything else that has gone on at their house," Carole asked. "I had a chance to call Rebecca on the way over," Nancy answered. "She agrees that it would be another way for Arlene to feel like she was making amends in some way. Also, seeing the two girls act more and more like normal, happy teens together would help to soften the guilt we know Arlene is feeling." "So, her recommendation is..." "You know she wouldn't come right out and say it that quickly," Nancy cautioned. "I had to beg her to say that much." "Well, if it was shooting from the hip for her, I say we go with it. Her instincts have been flawless so far," Carole said firmly and the others agreed. "I will certainly relay that comment," Nancy said. "She values our opinions and she is grateful for the chance to try some unconventional things." "Can I make a suggestion?" Claire asked seriously. "One of Jess's problems has to be that she literally has nothing. I'm willing to do it myself, but I think it would be good to set up a fund for her. We would let her know about it, and it would be a way for her to start learning about managing money. For now, it would just be enough for a decent wardrobe, the other things a high school senior should have, and some spending money." "Great idea, Claire," Phyllis said quickly. "I'm in." "Just make up a budget," Carole seconded. "I'll chip in, too." Nancy and Julie quickly agreed. "Do we need to reimburse Dan?" "I think he would be offended at the suggestion," Julie said. "Sarah's car and wardrobe were about all he could handle. "One other thing," Julie Added. "Sean called me again and told me about this Mildred woman where Jess hid out. She lives a pretty meager existence, but it sounds like she has a big heart. I, for one, would like to see what would make her life a little better. Sean is already planning to do a bunch of little repairs that the place needs rather badly. "Sean also had an idea about contacting State Parks. It might be to their advantage to help keep the place in repair. It could be sort of a historical attraction when she is gone." "Well, legally, Jess does not have a problem," Nancy went on. "Since Rebecca has such a good relationship with Dr. Waxman and Transformations, she found out about Lindsey's place. There are kids there much younger than Jess. They just left, and their parents even get billed for part of their support." "Too bad Jess couldn't go there." "Too old to start now," Nancy replied. "Lindsey's only keeps kids through graduation. Besides, if she can live with Sarah, I think that will be the best thing for her." "And if she can play with Sean's cock... ," Claire added with a giggle. "And Dan is really all right with this?" Carole probed. "Danny is determined to make up for as much of what he considers past neglect as he possibly can," Julie assured them. "He believes it would be good for Sarah to have a sister, so he is all for it." "Has he talked to Arlene about it? You know, it's still really early in their new relationship," Nancy observed. "It hasn't even been a week." "Arlene is excited, to say the least. It appears that Rebecca was right on again. Making amends is high on Arlene's priority list." ------- In retrospect, it was probably too much to lay on poor Jess all at once. Being brought by Sarah to Arlene's house had her very much on edge. Even Sarah's assurances that Arlene had changed could not suppress the old responses. Having not seen her aunt in months, Jess froze in astonishment at her first sight of Arlene. As part of her new wardrobe, Arlene wore snug jeans that were as low-cut as her generous hips would allow. The tails of her man-styled shirt were tied up under her obviously bra-less breasts, exposing her surprisingly flat tummy. It simply could not be the same aunt who for Jess's whole life had collaborated with her mother in oppressing the cousins. That was just the beginning of the surprises. She was shown to her own bedroom, which had a full entertainment setup and a computer with unrestricted Net access. Upon returning to the family room with Sarah, Arlene told her "We need to get to the mall before it closes. "We'll just get you some essential clothes and toiletries for right now. A friend of Sarah's grandma Julie will take you on a serious clothes shopping trip this weekend. She's the one who outfitted Sarah." "But I don't have any money for shopping," Jess protested. "Yes, you do, Jess," Dan spoke up. "A fund has been set up for you. We'll talk about how you should manage that money, maybe tomorrow." In a multi-day fog, Jess tried to catch up with her missed schoolwork and absorb all of the changes in her life. ------- Mildred had not had so many visitors in her memory as she saw that Saturday. First the young man arrived. A woman drove him out with a trailer of tools and material behind her SUV. It was the boy who had come to find the runaway girl. He started immediately tightening doors and shutters, then he got out a caulking gun and went around to all of the windows. Not long after that, the two girls and a woman arrived in paint clothes and started right in on the outside of the house. The were joined a little later by five other young people that she assumed must be sisters and brothers or cousins. She could not know that the Gang had organized some of their grandchildren into a weekend work crew. At noon, a caterer's van arrived just before four more women. They had just finished eating when a truck delivered a new bed, a couch, a recliner, a microwave, and a TV. The capper was when a satellite TV service came in and got her all set up. The prepaid phone was hardly noticed in all of the commotion. It being a Saturday, other parts of the park were quite busy and all of the activity at Mildred's was noticed. The upshot was that a TV station found out and did a human interest spot on that evening's news. Maureen, Jess's mother, saw her daughter briefly on the news show, and just the five or six seconds she was visible, it was hard to believe it was the same girl. The way she was dressed and the animated way she was interacting with some of the boys left the poor mother in shock. Even more of a shock was seeing her sister Arlene working with Sarah and Jess. Jess had spoken with her mother on the phone quite regularly, but had not seen her parents in person since running away. Since she was staying at Arlene's, and Maureen would have nothing to do with her sister, there was little chance of a reunion. ------- For all of her often sharp tongue and the rebellious demeanor she had always tried to maintain, Jess was completely tongue-tied around Sean when he came to the house to visit the girls. He rode with Julie and she was going to drop them at the mall for dinner and a movie. It had been decided that the first time or two should be in a group with Sarah. Actually, the three of them went out four times before Sean asked Jess to a dance at his school. She could hardly even answer, and flew into a panic afterwards about what to wear and how terrible her dancing was. Rather than have one of the women chauffeur, as each of them had offered to do, Sean spent a ridiculous amount to hire a limo. It was by no means a formal dance, but the Gang decided that a dress and heels for Jess and comparable attire for Sean would make the best impression. Make an impression it did. It was the closest thing to a Cinderella experience that Jess ever had. She very nearly fainted from the rather chaste goodnight kiss, and she could not stop babbling to Sarah for hours afterwards. Unlike Sarah, however, Jess was just not ready for the type of exploration that had helped Sarah so much. The Gang talked about it several times. "I'm sure the difference is that Danny took the lead and exposed himself to Sarah before her time with Sean. She has said that to me several times." "Well, that will never happen with Jess's dad," Nancy proclaimed. "Has he even come to see her?" "I guess he is too afraid of Maureen," Julie said sadly. "Besides, the shape he's in would not make a good introduction to the male body for the poor girl." "Would Dan do it?" Claire asked Julie. "Oh. Wow. You know, he'll do most anything Sarah asks him to. The problem is Arlene. Even with all of the progress, I don't think she's ready to know about that," Julie responded. "I'm not so sure," Phyllis countered. "It's my guess that Arlene has figured out just about everything that went on. At least she goes out a lot more, now, so Dan does not have to test her reaction just yet." That very day Julie and Sarah met at a fast food place halfway between their homes. "The women think Jess needs the same kind of preparation you had before she can do anything with Sean." "But her dad..." "With YOUR dad," Julie interrupted. "Oh! I don't think he wants that kind of, uh, relationship with Jess," Sarah protested. "I'm sure he doesn't, but he will do it if you ask him," Julie declared. The relationship between Sarah and Dan had blossomed, but that was still a major thing to ask him. She did not waste any time, though, pulling him into his study after dinner despite Jess and Arlene being aware of where they had gone. With the door closed, Sarah just spit it out. "Daddy, you need to show yourself naked for Jess. She's, uh, stalled. I would never have been able to learn the things I did from Sean without your help. Do it for her, Daddy. Please." "Your mother may not be ready for that," he said matter-of-factly, thrilling Sarah that he was not really objecting. "Sunday morning, Dad. Jess has refused to go any more and you don't go often. This Sunday, OK? Take your run, shower and jerk off, then..." "Sarah!" "Oh, Daddy, we're beyond that by now. As I was saying, I'll set it up. I'll get her talking about why she's still so shy around Sean. When I hear you in the shower, I'll get this bright idea and run down and fetch you." "Will you stay around or leave her alone with me?" "We'll have to play that by ear." Pulling her onto his lap and hugging her closely, Dan told her "Baby, I'm just so proud and so amazed at how fast you have changed." "Proud enough to show your dick again, huh?" she teased. "I like Jess. If the Gang thinks this will help, I can handle it. You know, it will actually be easier than with you." ------- On Sunday morning, Sarah and Jess were sitting at the kitchen table and Sarah was pressuring Jess to take advantage of Sean. "Don't you want to see him? Don't you want to learn what it's all about?" "He'll think I'm such a dweeb! I'll be so embarrassed!" "I offered to be there with you, Jess." "Sure!" Jess spat out. "Such a dweeb I can't even see my first naked boy without help. Wouldn't that look great? How did you do it, anyway?" With Sean's permission, Sarah had told Jess about their skinny-dipping and experimentation. There were a lot of things that Sarah had not told, though. "Jess, this has to be super-secret. Will you promise that?" "What? Oh, yeah, I won't tell." "I mean it. This absolutely cannot get out to anyone." "What could be so serious?" Jess demanded. "Daddy helped me out. He let me see him naked. That's how I could do it with Sean." Jess was speechless and probably did not believe Sarah. Seeing the doubt in her cousin's eyes, Sarah ordered. "Stay right here. Don't leave." About five minutes later, Sarah spoke from around the corner to the kitchen "I wouldn't lie to you, Jess. Maybe this will help you as much as it helped me." With that, Dan walked into the kitchen and stood facing the nearly comatose girl, seven or eight feet away. "Jess, we're all really sorry for the way you've been treated. I'm afraid we did the same thing to Sarah. This seemed to help her and I'm willing to do it for you, too." He was amazed at his own composure as he stood and talked. Jess and Sarah had been sitting on stools at the breakfast bar. Dan went and poured himself a cup of coffee then took Sarah's vacated stool, making sure to face directly at Jess. "Is this the first mature penis you've ever seen?" Unlike Sarah, Jess did not need a trip to the bathroom for almost thirty minutes, and it was not an emergency. Rather than panic, disabling embarrassment, or arousal, she seemed to be in a fog. She was able to answer questions, though, and eventually, even ask them. All told, Dan spent an hour naked with her, all the time that was safe, considering Arlene's return. Although they knew that Arlene had changed dramatically, they did not want to test her limits right then ------- The next Sunday, the girls were sitting in the same place when Sarah asked "You like Daddy, don't you? You trust him?" "Oh, yeah," Jess replied. "He's been just great. "Last week ... I don't know how..." "He truly wants to help you, Jess. Now, I didn't tell you everything that happened before my first night with Sean. Come on, let's go to your room." Puzzled, but seeing no reason to resist, Jess went along, only to resist a little when Sarah started to pull off the few clothes Jess wore. "Sarah! What... ?" Only when she had pushed Jess's pajama shorts and panties down did Sarah respond. "The other thing I did was to get naked for Daddy. You're doing that now." "Sarah! No way! I could never... !" "JESS! Do you want to be a frightened dweeb girl for the rest of your life?" "God, no, but..." "Have I done anything that hasn't been done to help you? Has Daddy?" There was nothing Jess could say to that. "Jess, I know this will be just awful, at first. I'll go with you. Just think of me. I didn't have anyone to help me. But you know what, Daddy was so sweet and caring. He will be with you, too. This is a turning point in your life. Please. Don't chicken out. After this, you'll have the confidence to learn from Sean. Then, you can find a guy of your own." Jess was certainly subject to the normal female urgings to seek approval of her body. Those urgings had been building since her 'liberation'. Although scared to death, the thought of displaying herself to the uncle who had been so good to her caused twinges of arousal. She very much wanted to please Sarah, too. What jealousy she had once felt toward her cousin had been replaced by a desire for approval and a longing to be more like her. "Can ... can I shower first?" "Promise you won't chicken out?" "Promise." Sarah had to release the firm hug she laid on before Jess could go into the bathroom. When Jess reached for a robe, Sarah said "Huh, uh. Practice." The problem with showering for Jess was that it brought to her attention parts of her that she did not like very well. She liked her breasts just fine. The were good-sized, full, and very firm. Everything else about her, she would have traded with Sarah in a heartbeat. She knew it was really just a problem of ten or so extra pounds, but she did not like the feel of the looseness about her tummy, bottom, and thighs. Part of her was ready to chicken out because she did not want her uncle to see the extra weight. At the same time, though, she needed someone to look at her - some male. If Sarah's baring herself to Dan had helped bring about the awesome changes, Jess had to do it, also. If there was any chance she could be a Cinderella like Sarah - well, what did a little fat matter? Jess wanted so much to be able to just walk into the kitchen by herself, but it just wasn't in her. Sarah had to tap her bare butt to get her to leave the bedroom. As they approached the kitchen, Sarah could feel Jess shaking in fear, and put an arm around her just in case she tried to retreat. Of course, Dan knew what was about to happen, and he knew how distraught Jess would be. By agreement with Sarah, he was working at the sink, facing away from the girls' approach. "Daddy," Sarah said softly when she had Jess in the center of the room, where there was no place to hide. Dan turned with a quizzical look on his face - a good acting job. When he saw Jess naked, he acted out a perfect look of brief shock, then broke into a wide, sincere smile. "Jess, this is wonderful! You really want things to change, don't you?" Jess was almost catatonic. With the arm around her, Sarah had a grip on Jess's far arm so she could not cover up with that one. By pulling Jess tightly against herself, Sarah immobilized the other arm, as well. Knowing full well that the girl would most likely be unable to eat, Dan had still planned a late breakfast. It provided a normal activity to help ease the terrifying strangeness of her situation. It took almost fifteen minutes of father and daughter acting as if nothing was different before Jess could even move by herself. "How ... how did you do it alone?" were Jess's first words, directed at Sarah. "I wasn't alone. I was with Daddy," Sarah answered without hesitation. That made Jess cry, which was not Sarah's intention, at all. Sarah threw Dan a stricken look, which made him take a chance, a big chance. They were all sitting at the table, but he got up and came over to Jess. He took her hand, got her to her feet, and led her to a couch in the adjacent family room. Sarah actually gasped when he sat down and pulled the naked, crying girl onto his lap. Before Jess could react, he had his arm tightly around her and had pulled her head to his shoulder. "Cry it out, Jess, Honey. I think you need it." As if baring herself had not been enough, that level of contact almost drove Jess back into immobility. She sensed, though, that she could not get away, and a big part of her wanted to be right where she was. She took Dan's advice and bawled and bawled for many minutes. Seeing that her dad had somehow done just the right thing, Sarah moved to sit at her cousin's back and just stroked her. By the time Jess had gotten over her crying jag enough to worry about how her face looked, the girls had to dress in case Arlene returned early. ------- Throughout the following week, Jess took quite a few risks, hugging herself to Dan whenever there was half a chance. He told Julie, who consulted Rebecca and the Gang. The word that came back was to stop hiding hugs, lap-sitting, snuggling on the couch and such with the girls from Arlene. Her progress had been very good since the breakthrough, and Dan had pushed his expressions of affection toward Arlene in front of the girls. It was no longer as much a matter of offending Arlene as of just sticking to the successful gradual approach. There was some risk of the contact between Dan and Jess causing some stress to Arlene, but for Jess's sake, it was necessary. She had apparently lived without the security and reassurance of a comforting male presence. It would help her progress. In an interesting contrast, while Arlene still had trouble showing affection with others around, any concern about revealing attire seemed to have disappeared. All three of them managed to stun Jess at her first breakfast with them. While Arlene had been naked, Dan and Sarah came to breakfast in what they wore to bed, and maybe less. It had been done both to put pressure on Arlene and also to in a small way identify with her exposure. ------- Regardless of her past hangups and fears, no one had ever doubted Arlene's intelligence. Because of the way her thinking had been warped by her upbringing, her perceptiveness had been questionable. The months of living under Julie's control, though, had gradually awakened instincts that had been purposely subdued through most of her life. Jess had been living with Arlene and Dan for about three weeks when Arlene called Julie as soon as the others had gone off to school or work, asking if she could come over and talk to Julie. As Julie greeted her daughter-in-law at the door, she could not keep her eyes dry. As they hugged, she murmured "This is so wonderfully different than the last time you dropped in on me." "Thanks to you, Julie - and a lot of other people, I'm sure," Arlene responded. When they had finished the greetings and were sipping tea, Arlene revealed what was on her mind. "Until a little while ago, Julie, it was like I lived my whole life in, I don't know, a vacuum, or something. I was so focused on just my little part of the world and my narrow view of things that I didn't pay much attention to anything else. Well, that has really changed. "There's one problem, though, Julie. I feel like I'm kind of the subject - the patient - in some project or experiment. Oh, I'm thrilled with the result, but..." " ... but not knowing just what we did to help you makes you feel ... left out?" "Exactly. Julie, I would really like to hear the whole story." "Well, I don't know, Arlene. I..." "Okay, let's just hit the biggest thing right up front," Arlene said emphatically. "I am assuming that your four friends all had sex with Dan while you were trying to change me. Wait..." Arlene said, holding up her hand as she saw Julie about to speak. "When I first figured that out, it bothered me terribly. But I got to know Phyllis pretty well. If she did that, I believe it was honestly done to help Dan. To help me, too. I guess your friends are all that way. "I may never get to the place where I can really understand or approve of the way your group treats sex, but I have come to the place where I can admit that you are still good people. With as much as you must all have done for my family, there is no way I can criticize." Julie just stared at Arlene for a long moment, then said "But Phyllis and the others thoroughly enjoyed sex with Dan - a lot." "How could they not?" Arlene shot back quickly, then blushed scarlet. That was more than Julie could handle. She scurried over to where Arlene was sitting, knelt in front of her and put her head in Arlene's lap. Grasping Arlene's legs tightly, Julie let loose a flood of happy tears. When she had enough control of the sobs to speak clearly, Julie assured Arlene "As soon as I moved in and Dan made the commitment to the marriage, that stopped." "That's what I assumed," Arlene said calmly. Sitting back on her haunches, Julie looked her daughter-in-law in the eye and asked "Didn't you suspect me of having sex with Dan?" "No. But I'm guessing that if that's what it took to keep him trying, you would have," Arlene said softly. After another long stare, Julie challenged "Arlene, you have changed a lot more than you have even let on, haven't you?" With a girlish grin, Arlene said "Well, everyone else had so many secrets. I deserve a few of my own. The reason I came, though, Julie, is that I want to know everything. I mean EVERYTHING?" "Do you really think that is wise, Arlene? Can't you just be happy with the results?" "No. I love my mother and my sister, but now, they are strangers to me. My poor niece is trying to make up for just what I put Sarah through. What you and your friends did works. I don't know if those relationships can be fixed, but after what Dan did with your help, how can I not at least try? To have any chance, I have to be part of the, uh, inner circle, so to speak." "Do you really want to know everything Dan did? Everything Sarah did? Can you really handle that?" "I promise you, Julie. I can handle it. I need to know." When Julie still looked doubtful, Arlene got agitated. "I'll prove it! You and your friends come to dinner. Bring your men and those boys - Sean and Troy. I'll serve dinner naked. Will that prove it?" "Arlene! Arlene! You don't have to do that!" Julie exclaimed. Then she laughed and accused "After living naked so long, I'm not sure that would even bother you. Maybe it would excite you more than bother." "JULIE! What kind of woman do you think I am?" "Well, I guess you're a different woman than you're letting on," Julie said firmly. "It won't shock you to know that I talk to Dan a lot." Arlene became thoughtful. "Do I still act too much like the old Arlene sometimes?" "I understand that the way you dress shocked Jess, so a lot has changed," Julie said thoughtfully. "But you still shy away from displays of affection with Dan when anyone else is around." Arlene's eyes opened wide in genuine surprise. "Ohhhh! That's the old Arlene, isn't it?" "Don't you ever feel like plopping down on Dan's lap in the family room and pulling his arms around your bare tummy?" After a long pause, Arlene demanded "Why hasn't Dan said anything?" Deciding on her words carefully, Julie explained "The whole project was based on gradual changes. I guess Dan assumes you're still changing." "Well, I guess I am but a lot faster than anyone thinks I am," Arlene said firmly. "Julie, will you tell me how much education Jess has had already?" "Oh, Honey! I don't feel comfortable talking about that." "I guess you wouldn't. OK. Has she had a, um, 'show and tell' with Sean or any boy, yet?" "I don't believe so," Julie admitted. It was easier to admit what had NOT happened. ------- After dinner the night of Arlene's visit to Julie's, there was a TV show they all enjoyed, so Dan and the girls sat in the family room after cleanup. Arlene went off to the bathroom, or at least that is what the others assumed. There is no way Dan or the girls could have guessed Arlene's turmoil as she stood in the master suite. Her talk with Julie that morning had been wonderful, but it had highlighted one thing that Arlene did not like; everyone still viewed her as the 'patient'. They thought she still had to be 'handled' carefully. She did not like that at all. She was still a strong woman with a strong control drive. Her old life and her old attitudes were gone, but apparently she had not rid herself of all of the old responses. She was angry - with herself. Well, she would make it perfectly clear that there was a new Arlene, and she would do it right now. The tingle in her groin that seemed to arise every time she looked at Dan recently would no longer be suppressed because of her old attitudes of propriety. Sarah and Jess were obviously both madly in love with Dan. That was a good thing, in Arlene's newly enlightened opinion. But Dan was HER husband, and she would make that very, very clear. The girls needed to be reminded who was the 'senior' woman in the household. Admittedly, she had forfeited that right in the past, but it was time to reclaim that right again. The stud sitting in the other room was all hers and she would no longer be timid about asserting her claim just because someone else was present. She picked up the long T-shirt that she had intended to wear. Then, with a little shiver and a jut of her jaw, she tossed the shirt on the bed and walked out of the room. When Arlene came to the family room naked, she managed to pause rather dramatically for a moment, then walked over to where Dan was sitting on the couch. Turning to face the girls, she sat across Dan's lap. Once settled, she took his face in both hands and kissed him hotly. While he was still frozen in shock, she pulled up his shirt and got him to raise his arms so she could take it off. Plastering her breast against his bare chest, she reached behind herself to bring his hand around and place it on her upper thigh. "Jess, Honey, I suspect that Sarah has told you some of what has happened to me in the last several months, but I want to tell you in my own words. I'm sure this will shock you, but you need to hear it. You are trying to recover from what my sister did to you in much less time than Sarah had." For over half an hour, Arlene talked. Several times, she had to pause for tears. She did not pull any punches, explaining how her mother had taught her and how she had taught Sarah. In shocking detail, she explained her reactions to intercourse, before and after. The months spent naked under Julie's control were described along with a very forthright explanation of the rationale. She had to describe through tears how Dan had committed to the 'project' and how he treated her, even though he could not have liked her very well at that time. She admitted that she had been wrong all along - how her mother and Jess's mother were all wrong. At the end, she rhapsodized about how wonderful intercourse with Dan was and how she lamented the years that she had avoided it. "It was brought to my attention that I have still been shy about showing how I feel about my wonderful husband and lover when there are people around. Well, no more. I warn you, girls, I may make you gag, but I don't care. From now on, anyone who sees me with Dan will know that I am madly in love and in lust with him. They will see the struggle that I have to keep my hands off of him. With that, she threw her arms around Dan's neck and kissed him. Then, she pulled back and spoke to him loudly enough so the girls could hear. "No one has told me, Darling, but I'll bet you have taken the lead with Sarah's sex education, and now Jess's. Is that right?" Having been completely silent since his wife entered the room naked, Dan had to clear his throat before he could answer. "I ... I answered a lot of Sarah's questions." "And you showed her your naked body, didn't you? Jess, too, right?" Searching her eyes for any sign of anger, Dan just nodded. "That's wonderful, Dan. I'll bet that helped them both so much." Arlene did not dress the rest of the evening. Jess was so completely blown away by her aunt that she could not even ask any questions. When the girls headed off to bed, Arlene pulled them aside. "Please stay in your rooms. Dan are and I may end up doing something pretty private out here." Even after Arlene's earlier show, that astonished the girls, but they agreed. The girls were not nearly as astonished as was Dan as soon as the girls were in their rooms. Arlene turned to him and quickly pushed down his sweats and underwear. "Arlene! The girls!" "Lift your feet one at a time," was her only reply as she knelt in front of him. ------- Chapter 23 The next day after school, Sarah drove herself and Jess to a fast food place where they sat and talked. This time, Jess was far from speechless. "Sarah, I don't need to go through what you did. I don't care if I'm not like Cinderella. I don't care if I don't date a lot of different guys. Remember, you caught more grief than I did just because you look so young." "Yeah, you've never had that problem," Sarah acknowledged. "OK, Jess, what do you want to happen? What do you want to learn?" "This may sound funny because of the way I've acted sometimes," Jess started out. "What I really want is to find a man that I love and that really loves me. If I could, I would get married the day after graduation and get pregnant right away." "Seriously?" "Look, you have a dad and a grandmother who have always shown you love. Me? Well, my little brother is pretty decent to me, but my idiot parents will probably turn him into a criminal before long." "But he doesn't seem rebellious or anything," Sarah exclaimed in surprise. "He's only fourteen. I can tell that he's just holding it all in," Jess countered. "Sarah, I just want to really belong to someone." Sarah shook her head a little, then with an obvious air of worry, she cautioned "But if you're in such a hurry, you might end up with a loser." "I'll bet you, your parents, and all of your friends won't let me," Jess said with a grin. There was silence for a while, then Sarah let out an involuntary gasp, which she tried to hide. "You thought of someone, didn't you?" Jess demanded. "Who?" Shaking her head vigorously, Sarah grinned and said "Finish losing that weight and tighten up the tummy and the butt first. Then, their MIGHT be someone I can invite for a skinny dip." "Skinny dip! I can't meet a guy that way!" "Why not? After you spend evenings naked for the next few weeks, it won't bother you." "What? Why?" "Jess, I can understand that you don't want to go through what I did, but I'm afraid some of that is just fear talking. It feels so wonderful to have such a different attitude about everything. You need to feel at least a little of that." "W ... will your dad be the only man?" Jess asked softly, looking up at Sarah with her head lowered. "You faker! You're not modest! You can't wait to have Daddy see those double-Es again," Sarah accused. "They are not that big!" Jess said emphatically. A few people looked toward them after that outburst from Jess. She flamed up, then both girls broke into barely restrained giggles. When they subsided, Jess said "I admit it. I like having Dan look at me. He makes me feel..." "Desirable, that's what he makes ME feel," Sarah interjected. "But he's your dad!" "And... ?" "Well, he shouldn't think of you that way." "Why not? He's a man, I'm a woman. Jess, denying the feelings is what screws up families. It's how we manage those feelings that matters. Denying them won't work. I wish Daddy could be my first lover, but I know it won't happen." "Well, there's no danger of me wanting MY dad," Jess snarled. "But think about this, Jess," Sarah said seriously, "I'll bet he's struggling with his thoughts about you." Jess responded quickly. "A couple of times, Mom almost clawed his eyes out when she didn't like the way he looked at me. Then, she screamed at me for being 'provocative'. I can't help how big they are! I sure wouldn't tease him on purpose. God! He's not even the same species as Dan. He couldn't be." "You just proved what I was saying. There are natural attractions between family members. Anyway, we were just talking about how you are really an exhibitionist who just won't admit it, and..." Sarah stopped as she ducked the wadded up napkin that Jess threw. ------- "I think our 'Arlene' project is much more successful than we even thought," Julie said to lead off the Gang's weekly brunch. She proceeded to recount Arlene's visit in as much detail as she could remember. Then, she gave Dan's account of what happened that evening. "There was never any doubt that she was a strong-minded woman," Phyllis commented. "That's good. Dan needs a real partner. There was always some danger with controlling her like we did. I never had a chance to tell you, Julie, but she came in to the club yesterday when I happened to be there. She wants a job." "As far as I know, she has never worked during their marriage," Julie said in surprise. "Are you considering it?" "Of course. Anything we can do to help her get back to feeling normal, we should do," Phyllis answered. "By the way, I would not be surprised if you all got visits from her." "Oh. I hope she calls first," Nancy said nervously. "What if she connects the girls with Rebecca?" "I think we should just tell her about Rebecca," Carole spoke up. "She has seemed to accept everything that she has learned about the project, even the sex with Dan. It would be the respectful thing to do. She seems to want to establish some, uh, equality with us. We should help her." "Do you want to be the one to tell her?" Claire teased. "I think we should pay Rebecca to go to her house, or meet her at the club and tell her," was Carole's answer. "For that, she might actually accept double rate," Nancy joked. Although she refused double rate, Rebecca did make known her displeasure with her assigned task. After some hard bargaining, she got agreement that Nancy would invite Arlene over in the evening. Rebecca could then tell the story in a home environment with the girls around. Arlene was certainly surprised to see her aerobic dance friend standing back as Nancy greeted her. Rebecca stepped forward and introduced herself, followed by "I need to explain my involvement with Nancy and Julie and their other friends. I also have to tell you how I have been involved all along with what we put you through." "So, are you the mastermind behind it all?" Arlene asked in a neutral voice. "Actually, no. Julie and the others came up with all of the ideas. I just evaluated them, raised cautions, and made suggestions. I have to tell you that the Gang really forced me into getting to know you at aerobics. That was way outside of normal professional conduct." Arlene just nodded her head thoughtfully, then to Nancy's and Rebecca's amazement, she held out both arms and moved toward them. It was clear that she wanted to hug them both. After a short but warm hug, Arlene told Rebecca "Thank you for risking your professional credibility for my sake. I think a lot of people did things that were very, uh, unusual to try to, uh, wake me up. It worked. I can't be angry about any plots or tricks or secrecy. Just look what you all kept me from losing. "Now, Rebecca, when you talked about your girls, your eyes always sparkled. I'd like to meet them." "Well, they're swimming, as usual. Or, at least they're out by the pool." "Pool? In this weather?" "Oh, I had a bubble put over it for the winter," Nancy explained. "I think the girls were born with gills." Rebecca warned "They, uh, don't have anything on. Once we let them swim naked, it's like pulling teeth to get them to put suits on." "Not so long ago, I would have been indignant about that, wouldn't I?" Arlene said with a trace of bitterness. "Now ... do you mind if I join them?" That had been a spur of the moment idea on Arlene's part. She was delighted by the shocked reactions from Nancy and Rebecca. "But..." Rebecca started to say, before a look from Nancy cut her off. Arlene thought she detected a mischievous twinkle in Nancy's eye, but it was just momentary. "Maybe I should meet them first," Arlene said, very much regretting her impulsive suggestion. "Oh, I think it would thrill them to meet Sarah's mom just like they met Sarah," Nancy teased. "You mean... ?" At that point, Rebecca interrupted. "You knew, didn't you, that Sarah spent almost two months naked?" "Yes, she told me. I just didn't..." "That brought it home in a different way, didn't it?" Rebecca asked gently. Blushing a little, Arlene admitted "It sure did." "Arlene, I apologize," Rebecca said, snapping a quick glare at her aunt. "We were about to pull a trick on you, and it was not polite. Sean will be here in a little while to swim with us." "And he would have found me naked in the pool," Arlene finished. She grinned and looked over at Nancy. "That would have been a good trick. Oh! you mean you let the girls swim naked with him? Is he naked, too?" "All of us," Rebecca assured Arlene. "I'll be happy to explain my thinking, but we need to have a little more time. Now, you are very welcome to join us, but I'm not sure you are ready for that." "Well, being naked is not really a big deal for me any more," Arlene pointed out, bristling a little. "No, it's not, Arlene. But the first time with a male other than your husband should only be done after a little more consideration. I'm sure Nancy would welcome you any time. Seriously, though, if you decide it is something you want to do, then you, Dan, and Sarah all come. It would be better." Arlene could not stop her jaw from dropping in shock. It took her a moment to realize that her family had probably skinny dipped with a number of people over the summer. Her shoulders slumped a little. "I've still got some catching up to do, don't I?" "Don't think that way," Rebecca said, taking Arlene's hand. "There is no 'catching up' that you have to do. You just need to decide what is right for you. Could we get together this week and talk about it? I'll call you in the morning." "Th ... that would be good," Arlene agreed. "Oh, if the whole family came, it would include Jess." ------- Arlene was not sure how Phyllis arranged it, but the next noon, Arlene and Rebecca sat in the whirlpool in the women's locker room. Phyllis assured them that no one else would come in. "You actually have the advantage on me," Rebecca said. "You have spent much more time naked." "Even with your skinny dipping in Nancy's pool?" "I have to confess that I have never gotten completely at ease with that," Rebecca admitted. "Look, we need to talk about you and nudity. You realize why you were naked at home, don't you?" "Sure." "And you realize why Julie and Phyllis and that other woman were naked around Dan?" "It was to, um, break my control." "That's essentially correct," Rebecca agreed. "Arlene, your husband is still the only man to see you naked. Do you really want to change that? I'm sure that Dan is more than willing to keep nudity as something private between the two of you from now on." "The problem is, Rebecca, that I would still feel like the patient. I don't want to feel that way." "I see. Nudity with the opposite sex has been involved in the projects for both your husband and your daughter. If you don't experience some of that, you will feel like you still aren't, uh, equal with them." "I'll still be the patient," Arlene stated again with an emphatic nod. Rebecca cogitated for a few moments, then decided to bait Arlene a little. "OK. Sarah's and Dan's nudity was something they experienced alone - without other family members. Is that what you feel you need to do?" "Oh!" Arlene exclaimed with wide eyes. "I ... I hadn't thought of that." "I think, Arlene, that you have always felt that you were a little, um, isolated from Dan's world. You would never have admitted it, but you knew instinctively that you were not a normal wife. Now, you are afraid that even after all of the changes, you won't have 'caught up'. As part of this whole process, Dan had sex with some other women. Do you need to have sex with other men to 'catch up'?" Arlene's jaw dropped, and she started shaking her head vigorously. It took a while before she could say. "Rebecca! How can you even ask that?" Rebecca just looked back with a raised eyebrow. Arlene composed herself eventually and sat thinking for quite a while. "Everything else was to correct what I did wrong - things I believed, but were wrong. There wouldn't be a good reason for me having sex with another man. The situations aren't the same, at all." Rebecca nodded. "So you don't need to get even with Dan for cheating on you?" That was calculated to shock Arlene, and it did. She did not respond, so Rebecca went on. "The last thing I want is for the 'cure', if you will, to end up hurting the marriage that was cured." At first, Rebecca was puzzled by the brief flash of ... approval? ... pride? ... that flashed on Arlene's face. Arlene ended her puzzlement, though. "Thank you, Rebecca, for treating me like an equal, not a patient." "You deserve that respect, Arlene. Without breaking any confidences, I can tell you that I have dealt with a number of wives in situations similar to yours. You have made the most complete turnaround of all." "Well, that was pretty much in spite of me." "Not at all," Rebecca shot back. "I know it did not come easily, but you eventually became honest with yourself. Most of the other wives never made it. Now, you are determined to be as different as you can be. That is all because of your own strength." "And my love for Dan," Arlene added immediately. Hiding her delighted reaction, Rebecca declared "With just your new sexual relationship, Dan is ecstatic. You don't have to do anything more. You two are true partners, now." "Well, maybe," Arlene said. "Somehow, I feel more like I'm Dan's woman. I used to feel like he was my, uh, possession. That sure has changed!" "Do you resent that change?" "No! He's ... he's ... I can tell why the girls feel the way they do about him. It's like he deserves to have more women belong to him. I feel privileged." Unable to hide her reaction of surprise, Rebecca thought that she had perhaps heard the best ever definition of an alpha male. Time to resolve the initial question. "Arlene, given that you are Dan's woman, shouldn't it be his decision whether you bare your body for any other men?" Sex with other men was not even worth mentioning. "Oh!" Arlene just stared wide-eyed for a while, then broke into a broad smile. "That was simple. I should have figured that out myself." 'Aunt Nancy's gang is absolutely not going to believe this' was Rebecca's immediate thought. 'I need to talk to Dan, though.' After leaving Arlene to do her workout at the club, Rebecca called Dan to meet her at a coffee shop near his office. There, she explained the conversation with Arlene. "It may seem like the matter is all settled, Dan, but it's not. You will have to figure out how important it is to Arlene to indulge some of her new urges." "So, I have to decide if it's important to her to bare herself, huh?" "Yup." "Suggestions?" "Take a second honeymoon to a place with access to a clothing optional beach - somewhere that you are completely anonymous. Let her decide on the spot." "I've been thinking about a trip like that. Mom is practically forcing the money on me." ------- Sarah made it a point to be at the Student Union early for her appointment with Troy. He had been puzzled when she called him, and Jess had been puzzled about why Sarah had to drop her off at home and leave for some unexplained appointment. Sarah would say absolutely nothing about where she was going. When he joined her, she gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek. As they sat down, she told him "I guess you're disappointed in the greeting, huh?" "Oh, I know you don't want to get serious, yet," he responded with no trace of bitterness. "You're ready to get married, aren't you?" she asked. "Well, economically, no," he admitted. "But I wish I could find the woman to spend the rest of my life with." "Isn't that a pretty strange attitude for a college guy?" Sarah challenged. Troy shrugged. "Maybe growing up with four women, I don't feel the need to learn as much. I've got more important things I want to do than trying out one girlfriend after another. Besides, I guess I fall kinda hard, as you know." "Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't feel the same way," Sarah said softly. "Oh, I'm OK. You never led me on, or anything. And maybe the unusual situation made me more, uh, vulnerable," Troy explained. "Say, why are we talking about my, um, love life?" "My cousin Jess is not like me in a couple of ways. She's not built like me at all. She's more like Nancy - you know Nancy, right?" Troy nodded. "Jess is my age, but if she had her way, she would get married right after graduation from high school. She doesn't need to 'spread her wings', she says." "So, you want to set me up with your cousin, huh?" "I just want to be up front with you. If I arrange something where you two meet, I want you to know that I am doing it on purpose," Sarah told him. "Will you have this same conversation with her?" "Oh, no! She needs to think it's 'love at first sight', or something romantic like that." "But I don't?" he teased. "Well, like you said, girls are no mystery to you, and..." "That's not what I said at all, Sarah! You know how little experience I've had." "Okay! Okay! I wanted you to know what Jess's attitude is. That way, if you meet her and are not at all impressed, you can be really careful not to encourage anything." "That's ... that's very considerate of you," Troy acknowledged. "I need to warn you. Jess is needy. She is trying to recover from the same kind of repressive mother that mine used to be. She didn't have my dad and my Grandma Julie, either. She really had nobody." "Is she angry? Rebellious? Sullen?" Troy asked. "Fortunately, no. I think living at our house has helped a lot. I would say that she is jealous, but it doesn't affect her attitude." "So, if she finds someone, she will really fall for him," Troy mused. "Exactly." "Do you happen to have a picture?" he asked. "The only reason I am giving you this is because I know what kind of character you have," Sarah cautioned. "I also know that nudity is no longer a shock to you." She handed him a tape from a video camera. "It's from Phyllis's camera. You can look at the tape the next time you're at the club. "I don't have to tell you never to let anyone know I took that. I pretty much made Jess strip after school and stay that way for a couple of weeks. For reasons that I won't go into right now, my mom, naked, is in a few of the shots. I won't tell you to ignore them, but they just make the secrecy all the more important." "Your mom? But how can you give those to me?" "Let's just say that I don't get as concerned with nudity any more. Also, as you will see, I consider it a little treat for you." "Yeah, but if I meet her, how can I act natural?" Troy complained. "Then don't look at the video. Hah!" They both laughed. "Have ... have you got a plan for me meeting Jess?" "You will definitely meet Mom soon. She is going to start working at the club where you work. I will arrange a time for me and Jess to stop by soon." ------- A small problem for Sarah was that she and Jess were almost always together. That meant she had few chances to contact people when Jess wasn't around. She was not able to ask Troy about the video, although she could not imagine why it would not drive him to jerk off. Jess looked pretty sexy in it. Sarah was barely able to call Phyllis and arrange the visit without Jess knowing about it. Arlene was not clued in, and that turned out to be a very good thing. Sarah just told her mother at breakfast that she wanted to visit her at work after school to see what she did. Offhandedly, Sarah asked Jess if she would like to come along. At the club, it had not been scripted out how Troy would be introduced to Jess, but Arlene took care of that. After excitedly showing the girls around, Arlene enthused "Sarah, did you know that Troy works here? In fact, I think he is here now? "He is just the nicest guy! And is he ever muscular." Then, in a 'just us girls' demeanor that she was learning to adopt, Arlene confided "I can hardly keep from blushing around him, knowing that he spent all that time while you were naked. Have you met him, Jess?" "N ... no. I'm afraid I would embarrass myself from blushing. I can't imagine how you did that, Sarah!" "Oh, come on, you two. Mom, you certainly know that after a few days, being naked hardly matters. Jess, you should know by now, too. Besides, Troy is the most respectful, considerate guy you will ever meet." "Yeah, he is, Honey. Let me find him so you can meet him, Jess," Arlene said. Just watching her mother dash off to find Troy made Sarah just shake her head. Jess vocalized her feelings perfectly. "I heard this old joke. Who is that, and where is my Aunt Arlene?" When Arlene came back with Troy in tow, Jess had an attack of weak knees. She did manage not to stammer, but she did not try to say too much. She wondered why Troy seemed a little nervous, as well. But then, Sarah was the only one who seemed completely at ease. They were not out of the club's parking lot headed home when Jess started in. "Sarah, I'm afraid you are completely crazy! Besides Sean, you had that ... that hunk in love with you, and you kissed him off! How could you?" "So, if you had spent two months naked with him as your instructor, you would have done something different?" Sarah probed. "I think I would have let him get me pregnant so he had to marry me," Jess blurted out, then clapped her hand over her mouth in astonishment at what she had said. "I take it you were impressed, then." "Well, duh!" "I've told you before, Jess. Troy was looking for a wife, and I hadn't experienced any normal girl stuff, yet. I didn't want to lead him on." "Do you still feel that way?" Jess asked, then mused "Of course, you've got Sean, too." "Jess, I haven't GOT either Troy or Sean. They are both wonderful friends. Sean is a closer friend than Troy because of things we have done together. He doesn't want to get tied down any more than I do." "Well, I'd be glad to get tied down with either one of them." "Troy made quite an impression, huh?" "Too bad he wouldn't be interested in chubby me." Sarah just snorted. "You know darned well that what little extra fat you had is disappearing. What guy wouldn't like boobs and a butt like yours?" Jess did not say anything for a while. "So, you saw him naked that one time, huh? Is he... ? "Well, I've only seen Daddy soft and I've only seen Sean and Troy hard. It's a little hard to compare, but..." "You saw Troy h ... hard!?" "Jess, you really need to let Sean help you." "No! I want the first guy I see hard and the first guy I touch and the first guy I make love with to by the one I marry!" Sarah had never heard such an emphatic statement from her cousin. There was no doubt that Jess felt very strongly about it. It appeared that Troy and Jess were made for each other. Sarah had to leave Jess confused once more in order to meet Troy again. This time, she went to the club and sought out her mother, first. "Just so you know, Mom, I am being a matchmaker between Troy and Jess." "Oh!" This caught Arlene completely by surprise. Sarah saw a brief flash of sadness. "I guess you had hopes that Troy might be your son-in-law, huh?" Sarah teased. "It would be almost the same, you know. Jess is more your daughter than Maureen's, now." Arlene sighed. "I know you are right to take your time, Honey. Don't you want Jess to take her time, too?" "She doesn't want the same things I want, Mom. She is ready to get married tomorrow, and that's what Troy is looking for." "So, you're going to talk to Troy and try to sell him on Jess?" "Not really. I just want to check out his reaction after meeting her." When Sarah found Troy and got him off to a private area, she asked "The video get you hard?" "Sarah!" Then he chuckled. "I don't mean this in a bad way, but Jess looks more like Arlene's daughter than you do." "Is it just the boobs?" she teased. "Huh, uh. Sure, their bodies are similar, but they move a lot alike, and there are some gestures that both of them do." "So, is that a negative for Jess?" "Heck, no! If my wife looks like your mom at that age, I will feel very, very lucky." "So, are you interested in dating Jess?" "Definitely." "Good. Just remember; one kiss and she'll be thinking wedding bells. Oh, this is important. She is dying to learn about sex. She wants it all to be with the man she marries, though. That's kind of an old-fashioned idea, but I believe she means it." "So, what does that mean for me?" "Well, if you're ready to take her to meet Momma, get Jess to do as much as you can. If you're not sure about her, keep it pretty chaste. I don't want to see her hurt." "Oh, the answer is 'yes'," Troy said after a short pause. "Huh?" "I got hard the first time Jess showed up on the video." "How many times have you watched it?" "It's on my laptop. Um ... lot's of times." ------- "Jess, I'm going to start working out regularly at Phyllis's club. I feel like I'm losing that great conditioning I had after the summer. Why don't you join me? Phyllis will give us a really good deal." "I ... I've never done any stuff like that. I'd be so embarrassed!" "Now remember, Jess, Troy is going to make a career of 'stuff like that'. If you would like to date him, don't you think you should be more aware of what he does?" "Sarah, come on! Is there really any chance he would want to date me?" "Well, if he never sees you again, maybe not. But if you start flashing that new, sexy bod around the health club - well, it's like at least the bait will be out there." "Bait? You make it sound like..." "Like what women have done since forever to make their man want to catch them." "Huh?" "Come on, Jess. I know you're weren't THAT sheltered. Men are highly motivated by what they see. You've got some great 'bait', so make sure Troy gets to see lots of it." "What if he's not even there when we go?" Victory! Sarah thought. "Remember, I have access to his work schedule," Sarah teased. "Um, what if it's you he wants to catch after he sees both of us?" That question highlighted the beaten down state of Jess's self-image as much as anything that had happened. "I told you; he is looking for a wife right now. I have convinced him that I am years away from thinking that way. Jess, you and Troy want a lot of the same things. I just want you to have the best chance to connect." Sarah told Phyllis about her plan. Naturally, Phyllis promised to help all that she could. Sarah also got Claire to outfit Jess in the best workout 'bait' outfit. Jess almost short-circuited on the first trip to the club, and Sarah nearly had to drag her from the locker room. The very sexy outfit did a great job of highlighting all of her best assets. Troy 'happened' to be working for Jess's first session, and he was, of course, assigned to give her the orientation and to help her get started on the various equipment. Sarah did not need Troy's help, and had to turn away quickly as she left Jess with Troy. Jess's look of panic would have made her either laugh or cry, and neither would help the situation. Troy was not exactly at ease, either. Right then, he almost wished that Sarah had never given him the video of Jess nude. So, two very nervous young people started off on the orientation tour. It took until they were waiting for a female employee to show Jess through the locker room again before Troy was finally able to work up the courage to say "Jess, you realize that Sarah is setting us up, don't you?" Her face flushed and her lip quivered when she answered "Y ... yeah. Are ... are you angry about that?" The obvious fear that he saw from her made him want to hug her right there. Instead, he found the composure to reveal his honest feelings. "No way! I owe her a big thank you. That first day you visited; I've been trying to work up the courage to call ever since. I'm sure glad you're going to be coming here." Jess had an unfiltered channel from her heart to her face. Her beaming smile at his words almost melted him. He did not even notice the small tremor that ran through her. She could not come up with any words at first, but in a surprisingly bold gesture, she reached out to squeeze his hand. Finally, she stammered out "I'll th ... thank her for both of us." Unbeknownst to the couple, Sarah and Phyllis had been watching. As they snuck around, keeping out of sight, Sarah told Phyllis what she had done to set them up. At the part about the video, Phyllis gaped at the girl, the chuckled "I'm afraid we taught you a little too well. Is it OK if I tell the others? It will be the highlight of our next brunch." "Phyllis, I just think they are perfect for each other. I've always felt badly that my feelings for Troy did not match his. Jess will actually be better for him." "I agree that they should be good for each other," Phyllis said, "but you are the best catch out there for some lucky guy." "In a few years. In a few years," Sarah declared firmly. ------- Nancy was surprised to see Arlene at her door late one afternoon, and even more surprised at the warm hug she received upon ushering Arlene in. As soon as they had seated themselves, Arlene got right to the point. "This whole nudity thing is really bothering me. Rebecca says Dan and I should go to a nude beach where we are anonymous. I appreciate how everyone is concerned about me, but that's not what I want. "Dan and Sarah have both been in a whole different world from what we are used to. You know what I mean. They did it to help Sarah, but mostly to 'cure' me. I'm grateful, honestly I am. "But maybe you've noticed; I'm actually a pretty strong-willed person. Right now, Dan's and Sarah's experiences are kind of a barrier that separates me from them." At that point, Nancy broke in. "Arlene, Rebecca should be home in just a few minutes. I really think she should hear this." "OK. Can I use the pool until she gets here?" Nancy could only nod, and when Arlene stripped and left her clothes in the family room, she could only gape. The girls were, of course, already out by the pool, supposedly doing their homework on the patio tables. Their introductions to Arlene were noisy, and continued shrieks and squeals indicated that Arlene was indulging in some of their horseplay. Rebecca did not know what to expect when Nancy told her, but she composed herself and went out to the pool area. Seeing her, Arlene hurried from the pool and stopped just short of a drenching hug. "Can I assume this is some sort of a statement?" Rebecca asked. "It sure is," Arlene declared. "Rebecca, I don't want an anonymous nude beach. I want to experience the same kinds of things my husband and my daughter did, and with the same people - male and female." Taking time to measure her response, Rebecca cautioned "You know, Arlene, that was an exceptional time for all of you. It's not a way of life that either Dan or Sarah will continue." "I'm not so sure you're right, but it doesn't matter. To me, it is important to have a taste of that for myself. Then WE can decide if it's all in the past." Rebecca had been revising her opinion of Arlene over the last few weeks, but realized that she was still well behind the reality. "So, you want to use Nancy's pool for a place to 'catch up'?" "I guess 'skinny dipping' is about as natural a way as any," Arlene opined. "So, we need to schedule some times with your family and some of our men, huh?" "Oh, you don't have to worry about Dan and Sarah. After all, I wasn't with them and they weren't together when they, uh ... you know." Rebecca could tell that Arlene was completely serious. Just then, Nancy came out to insist that Arlene stay for dinner. "Dan and the girls will be happy to hit a fast food or order in." "Why not?" Arlene replied, then said to Rebecca "I can understand why your eyes always sparkled when you talked about the girls. They are quite a pair!" "Oh, by the way," Nancy interjected. "We'll eat out here, so what you're wearing is fine." It took a frantic phone call and some quick re-arranging, but a half hour later, Sean arrived. "Just stay dressed when you greet her, Sean," Nancy said. "You've been at their home a few times, haven't you?" "Sure, but..." "Come on, hon. Nude women are nothing new to you. You need to be as natural and nonchalant as you can. And after dinner, you strip and swim with her and the girls." Sean was able to pull off nonchalant pretty well. Arlene failed. She did not panic, though, and except for an instinctive first reaction, she did not try to cover up. Showing surprising foresight, Sean at first just expressed his pleasure at seeing her there, then asked about Sarah, Jess, and Dan. Doing her part, Nancy brought out dinner very quickly, and that provided distraction for everyone. All through dinner, only Arlene and the girls were naked. When Arlene stood to help Nancy and Rebecca clear the table, she was told very strongly to stay seated or to get back in the pool. When Nancy and Rebecca were in the kitchen, Sean undressed, took Arlene by the hand and got her into the pool. Only then, when she was mostly under water, did he refer to her nudity. "Am I the first to see you, other than Dan?" When she just nodded, he told her "It's is a real privilege, Mrs. Cashien." With a snort, Arlene came out of her brief funk. "'Mrs.' seems sort of inappropriate when we're naked, don't you think?" "Not at all," Sean answered quickly. "You don't deserve respect only when you are nicely dressed. You deserve respect for the kind of person you are, no matter what you're wearing, if anything." Arlene just stared at him for a moment, then teared up a little. "Even after the way I treated Sarah and Dan?" "Because of the way you changed - the way you are right now." Impulsive, naked hugs with any male but Dan were still way out of Arlene's comfort zone. At that moment, she wanted to hug Sean, but just could not do it. She did lean close, take his face in her hands, and give him a brief kiss. Still holding his face, she told him "I am sooo glad Sarah could learn from you. Thank for making up for so many of my mistakes." Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Nancy was lamenting "I just couldn't get any of the other guys here right away." "I told you, Nancy, it's better this way. Let her take this in small steps. Give her the chance to stop it when she decides it is right. She already knows Sean and has a real connection with him because of Sarah. Besides, there couldn't be a better 'first other male' for her." "I guess you're right. Well, at least we got over her initial exposure before she had a chance to worry about it," Nancy conceded. "Think I should tell Dan?" "Absolutely not. That's Arlene's privilege," Rebecca said with a definite smirk. They shared a quiet giggle. ------- If they had expected Arlene to be ashamed, contrite, or fearful of revealing what she had done, the were wrong. Dan and the girls were in the family room watching TV when she arrived. She went to the bedroom and returned naked - not an uncommon occurrence lately. "I haven't worn clothes since this afternoon. Why start now?" She said as off-handedly as she could. Dan was rather taken aback, but Sarah sensed that something important had happened. "Were you skinny dipping at Nancy's?" "Uh huh?" "Who else was there?" Before answering, Arlene sat down on Dan's lap and pulled his face to her breast. "Nancy, Rebecca, and the girls," she answered nonchalantly. "Oh, and Sean came for dinner." She felt her first bit of guilt when Dan jerked at hearing that revelation. "Did you skinny dip with Sean, too?" Sarah pushed. "Why shouldn't you be the only one with that privilege?" Arlene retorted. Then she took Dan's face in hand and kissed him heatedly. A quick glance at Sarah was all it took for Sarah to lead Jess from the room. "It's something I have to do, Danny. It's the thing that was separating me from you and Sarah." She did not plead with him not to be angry. She just did her best to stimulate other emotions. If she had known that the girls got no farther then a few feet down the hall, it probably would not have stopped her from passionately fucking her husband right there on the couch. She was on a sexual and emotional high. ------- Chapter 24 Cheering sections for individual wrestlers usually consisted of just immediate family and a friend or two. It was not a big spectator sport. Sean was already the star of the first match of the year when all five of the Gang, Roger, Alan, Dan, Sarah, Jess, Troy, Tracey, Rebecca, and Rebecca's girls stood and cheered when he was announced. Brad sent his regrets, but he was out of town. He was not expecting that, but it did not throw him off. He won the match quite handily in a first-round fall. Although not all of those people made every match, he had a good section for the next four, which he also won, two by falls and the other two quite decisively. By the third match, Sean's 'irresistible force' approach seemed natural. For those who knew him well, the intensely aggressive demeanor took some getting used to. Soon, though, they began to anticipate it. As each match began with Sean's deliberate but purposeful charge, his friends started greeting it with a yell. Quickly, his teammates joined in. At least a couple of his early wins were due to complete intimidation of his opponent just from his initial charge and the accompanying noise. Phyllis and Nancy had indeed become involved, helping several of the boys whose families were amenable. Only two of the others went at it with anywhere near Sean's determination and discipline, though. ------- The sixth match was at Sarah's school. Her group of female friends had expanded quite a bit, and she had six friends who were anxious to see Sean's muscles more revealed. There was added drama because his opponent was Grant Jacobs, the previous year's sectional champion and the star running back of the football team. Jacobs was also the boy who had tried to 'take over' Sarah at her school dance. Afterwards, he had asked her out. Her refusal had been polite, but he did not reciprocate. On numerous occasions, he tried to ridicule Sarah. Her new-found composure held, but barely. Because they talked frequently, Sean knew all about what Jacobs had done. For the first time, he had a strong emotional incentive in a match. Once he had gotten locked into his proper weight class, Sean had been pointing at this match since practice started, and not just because of Sarah. He was honestly beginning to believe that he had championship potential. Above all, though, he believed that he owed it to Phyllis and the others. He loved those women, all of them. Collectively, they were the mother he never had. From the beginning, Phyllis had demanded that he pick a weight class and stay four pounds from the upper limit of that class for the entire season. She was dead set against the situation of wrestlers having to sweat off a pound or two before weigh-in. Fairly recent rules had eliminated the practicing of jogging around the school premises. Still, those with a weight problem found a way. She believed that if Sean was always safely under the limit and could use a relaxed preparation for a match, it would give him an edge. Even high school boys with their seemingly boundless energy had to lose something from the last-minute running and forced loss of fluids. Since Sean had indeed adopted the 'irresistible force' persona, every bit of extra energy was very important. Jacobs instantly recognized Sean from the dance. Obviously, he also knew that Sean was undefeated. Having already won an All-State award as a running back, Jacobs was looking forward to having two championship trophies. After all, the wrestler who had denied him the title the previous year was now on a college scholarship and had been invited to Team USA tryouts. The kid from the dance had not even made the competition squad the previous year. It should be another step toward that trophy. Not considering him a serious threat, Jacobs had not bothered to attend any of Sean's matches to scout him out, although Sean had scouted Jacobs carefully. Referees were always on guard for obvious intimidation moves, such as a handshake contest. Comments were also carefully monitored. Not much could be done about gestures or facial expressions, though. Jacobs oozed condescension. His first surprise came on Sean's patented charge. Sean's cheering section made up a good portion of the crowd, and with his teammates, their now well-rehearsed opening cheer would disconcert anyone. Jacobs made a habit of quickly getting under his opponent to try to lift him for a quick throw. Sean knew it was coming and had practiced against it. With quickness that had been increasing with every match, Sean timed his countermove perfectly. When Jacobs ducked down to set up a lift, Sean to a long step to the side. His lead leg was out of Jacobs' reach and he spun a little to keep the trailing leg out of reach, as well. Jacobs was left grasping for air. Meanwhile, Sean was in perfect position to move along Jacobs' side. He grabbed Jacobs' leg and lifted, hoping to topple him to the mat. Experience and native ability saved Jacobs from a very sudden ending to the match. Realizing the danger from Sean, he spun and staggered his way off of the mat. That cost him a point. His reaction was irritation, rather than surprise or admiration. Sean's next move, however, did produce surprise. Sean chose the bottom position on the restart. Shaking his head and grinning, Jacobs made it obvious how stupid he thought his opponent was. The recent near miss seemed to have made no impression at all. It had taken a lot for Sean to convince his coach that choosing bottom would offer him an advantage. Absolutely certain that no one could topple him from his hands and knees position, Sean felt that he could more efficiently use his strength from that compact stance. Finally, the coach had to admit that Sean was unusually stable and immovable on all fours. Consistent with his chosen style, he would be constantly moving and exerting pressure, trying to achieve a reversal. The opponent on top would have less leverage and should tire more quickly. For over a minute, Sean made one vigorous attempt after another to reverse their positions. There was never a danger of him being penalized for inaction. Grabs for ankles, attempts to roll over the arm holding his, rearing up to reach for the neck or a shoulder; Sean had quite a list of moves he could. With all of those moves, he found ways to put maximum force against Jacobs' legs. While his own low position and his ability to use both arms and legs for leverage gave Sean a lot of stability for the energy expended, Jacobs had to counter every attack by bracing with his legs. Again, Jacobs' experience, strength, and athleticism made Seans' task difficult. Because Sean never let up, though, Jacobs had no chance to try his own offensive move to get Sean on his back. With assistance from Phyllis, Sean had researched Jacobs' football year and discovered a mid-season knee strain late in a game. It had not kept him out of for the next game, but had reduced his numbers for a couple of games. Phyllis had insisted that was a small advantage that Sean could use. From his own observations, he noted that Jacobs always kept the leg that had been injured forward, close to his opponent when he was on top. If Sean could get Jacobs in a stance with the supposedly weaker leg back in the main support position, it could be the small edge he needed. It finally happened. Sean could hear Jacobs begin to pant heavily and hoped it might make him a little careless in his footwork. Better yet, Sean detected a slight quiver in the suspect leg, which was pressed against him. Sure enough; barely maintaining his balance after another strong attempt by Sean, Jacobs ended up with his feet reversed from his normal stance. Besides that, Sean noticed a slight easing of Jacobs' hold on him, perhaps trying catch a very brief bit of relief after the last minute's relentless exertion. It was probably not a conscious thought, but Sean felt a sense of gratitude to the women for all of their work and encouragement. A warm sense of 'Phyllis' came over him as he started the move he had been waiting to make. There had been times during the past strenuous minute when Sean perhaps could have escaped. However, he had bigger plans than just the nice point for an escape and hopefully winning the round. He very much disliked his opponent and wanted a decisive, 'statement' victory. This was his chance. Instinct told him to push out and up on Jacobs' close leg. He used all of his strength and some speed he never knew he had. As hoped, Jacobs' suspect leg could not exert the force to keep Sean down. Later, he would have to watch the video several times to even understand what he had done. Once the attacked foot left the floor, he used that leg as a hold to lift Jacobs' lower body off the floor. Spinning around to get his own feet under him and rise up, he had his opponent nearly upside down and vertical for just a moment. With one arm through Jacobs' crotch from behind, he put his other arm on Jacobs' chest and dropped to his knees. He could not hear it from the silent videos and he did not remember it, but his fans swore that he yelled something like "Heeeeyaaaah!" at the top of his lungs. Later, the opposing coach complained that Sean should have been DQ'd for a dangerous move as he slammed Jacobs' shoulders to the mat, but the ref did not see it that way. What he saw was Jacobs resting only on his shoulders, unable to use anything else to avoid the pin. It took a second or two for Sean to realize the import of the referee's sharp slap on the mat. Then, he held on for another second or two before letting Jacobs' legs drop to the mat. Still not fully aware of what he was doing, he put a hand on Jacobs' chest and used it to push himself to his feet. As he mentally returned from whatever zone he had gone into, Sean thought the absolute silence was rather strange. He looked toward his fans and saw every jaw hanging open in astonishment. Just then, though, they recovered as one, and the silence was obliterated. Already acting way out of character, Sean could not resist another chance to 'count coup'. It took a great deal of effort, but he forced himself to breathe almost normally, instead of painting from exertion as would be expected. Even more impudently, he gently jogged in place while waiting for the ref to raise his arm in victory. He hoped his fans understood that he had to go to his teammates first. He assumed that Phyllis would explain that. After exchanging fist bumps with the other guys, he hurried toward the stands. Predictably, it was Mike who came flying through the air to wrap herself around his neck and waist before he reached the others. Sarah was not far behind Mike, hugging him rather dramatically, kissing him heatedly, and whispering "Thank you," in his ear. He knew just what she meant. He sincerely hoped that he had gotten Jacobs out of her hair for the rest of the year. It should be the kind of object lesson a guy like him would understand. Once all the hugging after the meet was over, Phyllis pulled him aside. "Keep working, Hon. You'll probably meet him again." "I already heard it from Coach," he said with a hug. "Phyllis, I just plain outworked him! That's thanks to you." "Well, you came up with the right strategy," she acknowledged. "I had to work on the coach to go along with you. You really are like a rock when you're down." "Thanks." "Did you notice that he was listed right at the weight limit?" Phyllis asked. "Maybe him having to sweat off a pound or two today gave you enough advantage. That was an awesome fall! You just ... manhandled him. I thought you would just go for the escape." "Maybe I shouldn't be this way, but I kept remembering how stressed Sarah was. I really wanted to put the jerk down." "Oh, I hadn't heard about that. You mean there is something personal between you two guys?" "If Sarah wants to, she can tell you." "Whatever the reason," Phyllis said, "you became a different person in that match." "To tell the truth, I can't remember exactly what I did for the fall," he admitted. "Well, I hope you figure it out. If you can do that whenever you need it, no one can beat you. By the way, that was Jacobs' first ever fall." "Glad I had the honor." Because he rode back to school with the team, Sean was unaware of the conversations in four different cars of his fans. The topic was his uncharacteristic demeanor at the end of the match. Jess had a particularly blunt comment for Sarah. "You mean you could have him for your boyfriend, but you said 'no'? I think maybe Cinderella ended up brain dead." "Jess, we've talked about that a lot." "Yeah, I know, and I think I understand, but, wow! Don't try to tell me it didn't make you horny." "Would you believe me if I denied it?" The cousins were finally at the point where they could share ribald comments without bursting into tears over all that they had missed before. ------- Two days after that match, Sean arrived home for dinner to find his mother very angry and his father looking completely puzzled. "How could you let us look so foolish?" she demanded. "What are you talking about?" "Some reporter covering high school sports was here. She asked our reaction to your win over this kid who was favored for the state championship this year? How stupid do you think we felt when we knew nothing about how you were doing in wrestling?" He had to take a deep breath to keep from showing the level of anger he felt. "You tried your damndest to get me to quit wrestling. Why would I think you cared about how I was doing?" "Well, it made us seem like terrible parents!" He felt great satisfaction in just staring at her wordlessly and seeing her face flush from the silent rebuke. To his utter amazement, both parents showed up for his next match. It was they who were amazed at the size of his cheering section. Carole took the initiative and introduced everyone. She introduced the Gang as Sean's initial customers for the lawn service. That left Melanie with more questions than answers. However, there was no way she could miss the quality of the clothes the Gang wore or the care that went into their grooming. That her son was connected to so many 'matrons' of obvious means gave her more to puzzle on. ------- By Christmas break, Tracey had racked up two quarters of far and away her best grades ever. In fact, they were better than anyone who knew her thought she was capable of. She had kept her nose completely clean, and had hardly gone out at all. Her only free time was after school, and she made the best of it. She spent a lot of time with Sean, when he was not doing late season yard work, and a lot of time with Claire and the other women. She was fascinated by what Carole did, and came up with a few hundred dollars to buy some of the same high-risk fund that Sean had chosen. She berated herself before the women for blowing the rest of her generous allowance on frivolous things. Unfortunately, Tracey's obvious turnaround did not trigger the hoped for response from Celeste, her mother. When there was less to be concerned with in Tracy's behavior, Celeste seemed to work harder to find any little thing about which she could beat on her daughter. The Gang all agreed that it had become ridiculous and that Tracey was ready for the 'doomsday weapon'. Sean was not looking forward to showing Tracey what he had. He knew that her relationship to her mother was stronger than his own, and that Tracey would be devastated to learn about the swinging. Tracey and Sean were alone in Carole's den, with Carole standing by elsewhere in the house. "Tracey, I have to warn you one more time. This could completely destroy your relationship with your mother. Do you want to risk that? Think of marriage, childbirth, and all of those other things without a mother and grandmother involved. That could happen." "Sean, I can't imagine anything that bad, but I'm afraid at this point I don't care. I've done everything I could to change her mind, and it's driving me crazy. Just tell me. Please!" "OK. Our parents were involved with three other couples in swinging parties." "Swinging? Oh, my God! You can't mean..." "Yes, Tracey. Orgies, sex with other people's spouses, sex with multiple partners, the whole bit. I have pictures - many, many pictures. I have chosen five pictures of your mother that she absolutely would not want anyone to see. If you look at them, you can never think of your mother the same way again. Do you want that?" "Wow! Now you've got me worried. I had no idea it was anything like that. How could she..." "Of course, your dad is involved, too." "Do you have pictures of him, too?" "Of course. I assumed you only needed to deal with your mother. Was I wrong?" "No, you're right. You saw the pictures of your mother?" "I did. Remember, though, I had no real relationship with her. I never loved her and don't even like her. I think you still love yours." Letting out a long breath, Tracey admitted "Yes, I do. God, Sean, what am I going to do?" "How about we get Carole in here to help us think." Carole hugged Tracey when she heard what the problem was. "You're having to grow up in a hurry, aren't you, Honey. You're doing it very well. You don't want to see the pictures, then?" "No. I can't handle that." "Do you at least want Sean to describe what's on the pictures?" "No, not that, either." "OK. We anticipated this. Here's what you should do..." Later, the other women joined them and they scripted out what Tracey should say in a number of different situations. ------- It was easier for Tracey to find the right time with her mother, although her siblings presented a minor problem. Three days later, the other kids were taken care of and Tracey got Celeste to sit down at the kitchen table. "Mother, the relationship between us is going to change, starting now. I have done everything I can to prove that I am trustworthy but you have just become more and more overbearing." "You can't tell me how I..." Celeste started "Shut up and look at these," Tracey snapped. Mouth open at her daughter's unprecedented impertinence, Celeste reached shakily for the envelope Tracey had slid across the table. It could not contain anything good, her instincts told her. "I have not seen the pictures and I do not want to. I want to preserve some of the respect I once had for you," Tracey said, following the script exactly. What followed had not been anticipated. Celeste pulled the first picture part way out of the envelope, shrieked, and ran from the room. She let the envelope drop to the table, and all five pictures spilled out. Tracey could not help catching brief, disgusting glimpses before forcibly closing her eyes and turning away. She decided to follow her mother, although nothing had been rehearsed for that situation. Predictably, Celeste was sprawled on her bed, sobbing. Rather than pity, Tracey felt a wave of anger. "Mother, I did not want to look at those filthy pictures. You spilled them all over the table. Get down there and put them back in the envelope. Then, we need to talk." When Celeste did not respond, Tracey's anger increased. Celeste had spent a fortune on lounging pajamas, in which she admittedly looked very, very good. She had some on then. Tracey had always wondered if Celeste wore panties or thongs under the pajamas, and she was about to find out. The objective was a good, hard swat to her mother's ass. The bottoms were just in the way. In her anger, Tracey grabbed the waistband and yanked too hard. There was an expensive sounding rip. With an angry snort, she pulled the ruined garment all the way off, revealing nothing but bare ass. Celeste had realized what was happening, but was too distraught to react quickly. Only the sudden pain of Tracey's hard slap on her bare ass cheek got Celeste's adrenalin going enough so she could think. The second slap, even harder than the first, got her in motion. Unfortunately, as she pulled her knees under herself to scramble off of the bed, she gave Tracey a perfect target for two more vicious blows. Her hand stinging, Tracey stalked after Celeste, who was sprinting from the room. "I tried to handle this so I could keep some respect for you," Tracey shouted, "but no! You had to freak out and spill them in front of me. You can fuck around with other husbands, but you can't even stand to look at a picture..." Tracey's tirade continued as she waited while her wailing mother tried with shaking hands to get the pictures back in the envelope. When Celeste dropped her head on the table and just bawled, Tracey's anger started to run down, only to crank up when Celeste moaned "Have I really been such a terrible mother? Haven't I..." "Damn it, Mother! We're not doing any damned pity party here. We're talking about new rules, and that's all. Now, look at me and listen. If you don't stop bawling and moaning, I'll give you something to cry about." It felt incredibly good to turn around that age-old parents' threat. Tracey proceeded to say almost exactly what Sean had said to his mother. She had to repeat most of it, but as Celeste started to comprehend, she seemed relieved. Apparently, the worst fears that she had conjured up would not be realized. Tracey was not going for all-out revenge. That was the fear that had driven her from the room. That, and the fear that a secret that she always considered shameful would be spread around. "You ... you won't show anyone the p ... pictures?" she asked pathetically. "I don't want anyone to see them. I never wanted anyone to see them. It was the only thing I could do to get your attention." "How ... who ... where did they come from?" "Mother, I don't want to ever hear you ask that again. Just know that there are dozens of you and Dad, and that multiple copies are hidden in very safe places." "Tracey ... I'm so sorry." "Sorry for what, Mother?" "Sorry that you had to do this. Sorry that I went ... Oh, God! I always knew it was wrong. I'm done! No more! I could never face it again!" "I'm leaving, now, Mother. You better put some other bottoms on. The kids will be pack in a half hour." Not wanting any more conversation, Tracey hurried out. Sean and all of the women were waiting back at Carole's. When Tracey walked in, she threw herself on Sean and sobbed her heart out. After a few minutes, she was able to pull the little recorder out of her pocket and hand it to Carole. "It was a mess." After they had all listened to the recording," Julie said "I heard the sound of a swinging group breaking up." Claire countered "I fear it may be a marriage breaking up, too." "I didn't want to make that happen!" Tracey shouted. "Shhhh. Shhhh, Honey," Claire soothed. "You had to get a decent life for yourself. If their marriage is really that fragile, it would break up eventually for some other reason." ------- The next swinger's party was in ten days and Tracey's parents were not there. Tracey's father was angry when Celeste told him they were done swinging. When he threatened to go alone, she told him he would be doing everything alone from then on if he went. He believed her. The Monday after the party, Melanie took off from work at lunch and stopped at Celeste's house. The two women were not close, as was true of most of the relationships in the strange group. When Celeste opened the door, Melanie simply asked "Pictures?" At Celeste's nod, Melanie just walked away. Another couple had been to their last party. About a week after Sean's parents went to their last party, Tracey met Sean after school, took his hand and took on the little girl begging posture. He struck first. "You want something, right?" "The whole business about those parties and the pictures has been really bugging me," Tracey admitted. "You want to see your mother's pictures?" "Well, no ... maybe ... oh, I don't know! I'm just..." Before she stopped talking, Sean was on the phone. "Claire, any chance you can pick us up at Carole's - Tracey and me?" They had walked together to Carole's and Carole had immediately detected Tracey's distress. Sean shook his head slightly at her to keep her from asking about it. When Claire arrived, she insisted that they stay and that Carole be included. "Curiosity killing you, Hon?" Claire asked when they were all together. Tracey nodded glumly. "And you think looking at the pictures will help?" "I don't know. I lie in bed at night and I think about Mom naked with all those other people, and doing things, and..." "What do you think about her doing?" "I DON'T KNOW! I don't know enough to even imagine what went on." "And you think seeing the pictures of the party would help?" Claire probed. "Well, at least I could imagine what went on. I wouldn't be so clueless." Claire took a deep breath and she and Carole looked at each other for a long time. Apparently, they reached some silent agreement. "The way I see it, Sean, your only promise about the pictures is that no one else will see the ones with your mother in them. Is that right?" "Well, I guess that includes my father, too." "Oh. Did you tell your mother that?" "Not specifically, no," he decided. "Well, you have no obligation to any of the other people to keep their pictures secret, do you?" "Oh, I don't see any reason to publish them, or anything," he stated. "I wasn't suggesting that. You could certainly show them to Tracey, though." "Wow! Do you want to see them, Tracey? Really? Most of them are not that ... arousing," he warned. "Sean, when you saw them, how did it make you feel?" Tracey inquired. He had to think about that for a while. "You have to remember: my whole reason for getting the pictures and for looking at them was to find ammunition to get myself free from my mother. I guess, though, I did get a little different understanding of them. I didn't like what I learned, but it certainly made them seem less ... how should I say it? ... less ... powerful?" "That's what I need! That's what I need!" Tracey exclaimed, bouncing on her chair. "Mom is going along with what I demanded, but I still have this fear that I'm not really in control. They're my parents and they've always been so in control." Carole immediately asked "Does that mean you want to see the pictures of your mother, too?" "I think I need to." "But we were so impressed with the way you didn't want to lose respect for her. You wanted to maintain a good relationship with her," Claire reminded the girl. "I'm sure I could still have a good relationship with her. It would just be more like equals. Maybe I would even feel more like the parent, but that would be OK." "Would it be hard to take out the ones of your mother, Sean?" Claire asked. "I know what I promised, but Tracey has proved that she can be trusted. I did not have to promise my mother anything." "Just suppose you two should end up married some day," Claire postulated. "Wouldn't that make for a very awkward family situation?" "My family situation will always be awkward," Sean replied. "No matter who I marry, I will not want to have much to do with my parents." "I suppose, Tracey, to get the most effect, you should just watch the whole mess," Carole mused. "How long will it take?" "Call your mother and tell her you will be here for dinner and a few hours afterwards." Tracey's father was the first man to appear naked in the sequence of pictures and the first to sport a full erection. When that picture was displayed, Tracey just stopped breathing. "I ... I was so curious about that," she said after taking a gasping breath. "Are you disappointed?" Claire probed. "That gut doesn't make him look sexy. It's long, though, isn't it?" "No longer than Sean's," Claire said with a smirk at the astonished boy. Tracey glanced timidly at Sean, but could not meet his gaze. Trying to recover some composure, he told Tracey "Wait until you see Mr. Wilkins. He has what you call a 'horse cock'." True to form, Claire made many ribald comments as they went through the whole library of shots. Having been through them a few times, Sean skipped rapidly over parts that were not at all interesting. Most of the time was taken up looking at shots of her parents. She spent many minutes on each one, even those that were not 'action'. There were several pictures of Celeste sucking on and then being drilled by Mr. Wilkins' huge tool. Sean had to move past each one without Tracey's approval. Otherwise, they would have been there all night. "Will it be hard to go home and face your mother, now?" Claire asked when they finished. "Honestly, Claire, I don't think so. I may have to try hard so she doesn't notice anything different, but I feel like a threat has been removed. She's not all-wise and all-powerful. She's a stupid woman who let my dad talk her into something really disgusting. There's no reason I should listen to her about anything." "That's not entirely true, Honey," Claire said gently. "Maybe when it comes to sex she doesn't have any credibility, but in lots of other areas, she has some valid experience." "Well, sex is the area she was paranoid about with me, so that's what matters most. There is nothing she can tell me. There's stuff I don't know, but I don't want to learn it from her." "So, you don't think you would like to go to a party like that, huh?" Sean teased. "No way! Why, are you inviting me to one?" They all laughed at that. As she prepared to leave, she told Sean "Don't worry. I will never, ever tell anyone." Then, she hugged him hard and gave him a rather awkward but intense kiss. No sooner was Tracey out the door than Carole told Sean "I think you need to do a Sarah on her," "Why? She's not ... It's not the same, at all." "Despite who her friends have been and what she has heard, she has not had much real experience. What she has had was not really good experience. Come on, Sean. Letting her play with your hardon for a while won't be that bad," Carole teased. ------- As much time as Tracey and Sean spent together, none of it was at either of their homes. Tracey was the first to want to change that. "If it really is MY home, I should be able to bring friends in. I haven't done that for years." The next time Sean did not have to hurry to a remodeling job right after practice, he went home with Tracey. He was met with quite a surprise. Tracey's two younger siblings were there, but it was her mother, Celeste, that made the visit interesting. Tracey had told her mother that she was bringing Sean home. "I thought she was going to faint, Sean," Tracey giggled. "She seems terrified of you." "Maybe you should have told her to meet me in nothing but heels," he joked. "Damn! Wish I'd have thought of that." "How are things between you two?" "Pretty good. She is genuinely sorry about what she did to me. She's even more sorry about the parties. I can't tell you how many times she has said that she can't understand how she did those things." "Hmmmm. She and your dad doing OK?" "I don't think so. I mean, they don't fight, but there's no affection shown." "Was there before?" he asked. "Oh. You know, I was so upset most of the time that I didn't pay much attention. I guess there wasn't much before. Maybe none. I'm kinda scared about a divorce." "Oh, I suspect there's enough money so your mom can stay in the house. How much different will it be if your dad is gone permanently?" "Yeah, but I'll have to go spend time with him. Now, it's easier. I just pretend he's not around." He thought about that for a while. "Both of our fathers have about the same impact on our lives, don't they? At least you have some closeness with your mother." "Well, things are better with yours, aren't they?" "Better. It's still not really like having a mother." "Not like Carole, you mean?" she probed. "Or the other women?" "You got that right." Celeste's reaction to Sean being there was comical but pathetic. She literally could not talk to him. After she bustled around a bit, blushing and breathing erratically the whole time, Sean told Tracey to go and talk to the other kids for a few minutes. Celeste looked at him in absolute terror as Tracey left them. He took her hand, led her into the study, and closed the door. Deciding to use her name, he asked "Celeste, what do I have to do so you can act normally around me?" "I ... I ... but ... those pictures! You saw!" "And why does that bother you so much? All of those men saw you all the time." "But ... I don't know, it's ... It was only at the parties, and ... Oh, Sean, I'm just so ashamed! I can't believe I did those things. I'm not like that, really!" Tears were ready to fall. "I suppose you're worried that every time I look at you, I'll think of what you looked like in the pictures. Is that it?" Her eyes widened and she nodded sadly. Not sure where the instinct came from, he stood and took both of her hands in his. He kissed her lightly on the cheek and told her. "You're doing a great job of making up for the bad stuff. You're making Tracey happy, and that's what counts with me. When I look at you, I'll think 'Tracey's lucky to have her for a mom'. So, stop worrying, OK?" He was not really surprised when she did her best to crack his ribs before fleeing from the room. Afterwards, she still had trouble looking him in the eye, but at least a smile accompanied the lingering blush. The next day at school, Tracey walked with him from a class they shared. "I can see how you got into all those women's pants," she said with a laugh. "Huh?" "Last night, Mom told me that if I didn't marry you, she would disown me." That stopped him in his tracks and almost got both of them run over by the hall traffic. "Sean! Relax!" she laughed. "I'm not getting all possessive, or anything. I don't even consider us boyfriend and girlfriend, so don't worry." Of course, he told Carole about the encounter. "So, you've got a good start on another whole harem," she deadpanned. "You and the others are NOT my harem," he said with a flash of anger. "Of course not," she backpedaled. "And if you ever referred to us that way, we would be seriously pissed. However, WE can joke about that all we want." She could tell that he was more than a little upset, but she had a surefire cure for that. Tracey had, of course, noticed her mother's reaction to Sean's presence, and it really bothered her. "I can't bring friends home if she's going to react like that," she complained to Sean the next day at school. "Oh, I think it's just because I saw the pictures. She shouldn't have that problem with any of your other friends." "Well, you're the only one I've brought home," Tracey groused. "Take some other friends home with you and see how she reacts," Sean advised. "Oh. Yeah, there are two are three girls I could do that with." A week or so later, Tracey told him that her mother seemed to have no problem with her girlfriends visiting. In fact, her friends complimented her on having such a 'cool' mom. "I guess it's just you, Sean," Tracey said teasingly. "Any guys you could bring home?" "Suuuuure!" Tracey said sarcastically. "I've only been allowed to know about boys since the pictures." "Well, couldn't you at least bring one or two home to study together?" Looking exasperated at his stupidity, Tracey scoffed "You're the only guy I know who even studies seriously." After saying that, her face fell and she lamented. "I guess that's pretty sad, huh?" "Gee, Tracey, I wasn't trying to make you feel bad." "Oh, I know that. Waking up to what I've wasted is just kinda tough." Sean went to Tracey's again in a few days. The reaction from Celeste was not much different. Once again he had a talk with the woman, but he began to doubt if anything would really change her feelings of embarrassment and guilt. "Do you really care that much how she acts toward you?" Carole challenged. "What if I'm there some time when her husband's home. Suppose he sees her reaction and guesses at the reason," Sean answered. "I guess that means you want to spend more time there, huh?" Carole probed. "She is the only girl from my school that I know well enough to go to her house," he pointed out. "Are there any others you would like to date?" "Haven't really thought about it." "Is Tracey dating other guys?" "Hmmm. She says we're not a couple, but I don't know of anyone else she's gone with." "Let me talk to the Gang about what you might try," Carole told him after they had talked a while longer. ------- Sean was not too happy about the recommendation the Gang came back with, but neither was he surprised. Given everything else that had happened since he hurried through the gate to help Carole that day, he should have expected something like it. Tracey was more than a little puzzled about why Sean needed to be in the house alone with her mother. When he told her why he had to cure Celeste's fearful reaction to him, she did agree to get the younger kids away for a while. When she answered the door and saw Sean there, Celeste had the usual flash of panic in her expression. "T ... Tracey's not here, Sean." "I know, Celeste. I came to see you. We still have this problem of how you react to me. I'm concerned that someday your husband might notice. Will he think you are doing something that you shouldn't do with me? Or will he make some kind of connection to the parties and why you quit? Either way, it wouldn't be good, would it?" "Oh, my! It wouldn't be ... SEAN!" Her shriek was because Sean had quickly stepped out of the slip-on shoes he wore and had pushed down his elastic-banded warmup pants along with his underwear. As he stretched to pull his shirt up and off, he took his time, giving her a good, long look at his crotch. Then, he methodically picked everything up and folded it nicely on a chair before turning to face her. "Celeste, it seems to bother you that I saw all of those naked pictures of you. We either have to get past that or I have to stay away from here. I thought if maybe I evened things up a little, you could start to act more natural around me. Do you think this will help?" "I ... I ... Oh, Sean! You didn't have to do this!" "What was going to make you stop being so nervous around me, then?" "Well, I..." Celeste slumped into a chair. "I did such awful things, though!" "Are there some things I could do to make us feel more, um, even?" "How can you ... you're serious, aren't you? Oh, God!" "You're afraid that whenever I look at you, I'm going to think of you in those pictures. Well, whenever you look at me, are you going to think of me stroking my hard cock like this?" Maybe, for once, the Gang's analysis and recommendations were not as uncannily accurate as usual. First, Celeste went through some violent shudders. Then, she broke into great heaving sobs. Without even thinking about it, Sean got Celeste onto his lap and cuddled her. He did not try to say anything, just waited out her crying spell. Instead of her usual lounging pajamas, Celeste had on a skirt. Without knowing just how she accomplished it, Sean suddenly found Celeste facing him and easing herself down on his erection. That was certainly not what he and the gang had in mind! His initial instinct was to push her away, but he caught himself. ------- Chapter 25 Once fully seated, she kissed him hard, then said quite calmly. "If you are ever my son-in-law, this will make it even more interesting. Oh, I had my tubes tied. I was checked after the last party, and I made my husband wear a condom since then." Hardly able to believe what was happening and the sudden change in the woman's demeanor, Sean just tried to hold still, resisting the urge to thrust into her. "I was a virgin on my wedding night," Celeste told him. "My second man was your father, at the first party we attended. Why did I go? Well, I have to confess to some curiosity. The main reason, though, was because I felt my marriage slipping away. I thought I could hold onto him if I went along." "Did it seem to help?" he was able to ask, some composure returning. "I admit, there was a thrill, at first. And he ... he ... Oh, Hell! Why am I worried about telling you anything," she said with a mirthless laugh. "After the first few parties, he fucked me like on our honeymoon. I thought my marriage was saved. I did not like what I had to do to save it, but..." "I take it his, uh, renewed interest didn't last?" "No. And when I said 'no more parties', I thought he would leave right then." "Is he doing his own parties?" "I suspect so. When I first made him wear a condom, he just grumped a little, but didn't refuse," she recounted. "I take it he still likes doing it with you?" Sean asked, trying to think of something to keep the conversation going. "Either that, or he doesn't feel like finding someone else right then," she growled. "Are you able to seduce him when you want it?" he asked. She froze and just gaped at him. "Seduce? But ... I shouldn't have to ... he's..." That was as far as she got. "It just seems that if he really liked the parties, maybe if you acted more like at the parties, he might, you know..." "Sean, can we ... can we not talk about him right now? I should never be with you like this, but I am, and damn! I want a good fucking so bad!" All along, Sean had been thinking about how he could tell his women about this. Celeste really had surprised him. Before he knew it, the damage had been done. Of course, this was an eventuality that had not been considered when they all discussed this encounter. He needed to decide, and quickly. Later, he could blame it on teenaged hormones, and that would have been justified. He grabbed her blouse at the closure and just pulled, releasing two buttons and popping two others. Removing a bra was something he had not had much practice with because the Gang was usually eager to undress when with him. He did recognize that it closed in front, and that made it easy to get rid of. Apparently fearful for her skirt, Celeste unbuttoned it at her waist and told him "Lift it over my head." When the skirt was gone, he grabbed the waistband of her panties and rather forcefully ripped them off. Her little shudder at that could very well have been a small come. Their family room furniture was leather, and there was a large wheeled ottoman in the set. He did not want anything romantic, and a bed would connote too much affection. The ottoman was perfect. She gasped when he just leaned forward and stood up with her still impaled. When he grasped her ass cheeks firmly, purposely spreading them and sliding his fingers into her crack, she let out a long groan. Maybe it was showing off his strength a little, but he started boosting her up and down on himself as he approached the ottoman. As soon as he laid her on her back, he began thrusting long and hard. Even though he intended it to be just fucking for effect, he could not forget the loving teaching of the Gang, and almost subconsciously, he changed his angle, rotated around, and ground their pubic bones together. She screamed under him. It was long and piercing. He wondered how she could emit such a steady note the way she was thrashing and shuddering. The scream was so shocking that his own urgency was reduced and he was able to keep right on plunging. Her legs had fallen from around his waist when she came, and he moved them up over his shoulders. She was bent almost in half and he was leaning against her legs at an angle. By the time he came, she was almost limp. He was pretty limp, too, but he was not done showing off. Still firm enough to stay within her, he knelt enough to pull her against himself, then managed to stand. He headed right for the master shower. Despite his initial determination not to get affectionate with her, he ended up combing her hair while she just stared at him in the mirror. She had not said a word since he had finished undressing her. "Sean," she finally said, "none of the party men could do anything like that. Certainly not your father. Where... ?" In the mirror, she saw the negative expression on his face and stopped in mid-question. "I only have one question, Celeste; can you act natural around me from now on?" "Natural? Hell! How will I keep from raping you?" "Why don't you try raping your husband?" "I..." "This is not something that we will be repeating, Celeste. He should be the one who satisfies you. Either wake him up or get rid of him." That threw her into another silence. "Have you and Tracey had sex?" He thought he suppressed the flash of irritation he felt. Turning the question around, he asked her "If I go and have sex with Tracey tonight, are you worried that she will catch something that you gave me?" Her face paled and she gasped. "I ... I really have been careful, Sean." In a very thoughtful voice, she added "I guess if you did it with Tracey, it would be more gentle and loving, wouldn't it?" "Why don't you talk to Tracey about what she has and hasn't done? She wants a good relationship with you, you know. Why don't you talk frankly about you and your husband, too." She gave a little laugh "There's no point in considering anything private with her, is there?" "Maybe you can use it to get closer," he suggested. "Are you ... are you sure we can never do that again?" she begged. "No, Celeste. You really caught me by surprise. I had no intention of having sex with you. I will say that you should have no trouble getting your husband interested again if you put your mind to it." ------- Carole was concerned when Sean asked for the whole Gang to be there before he talked about Celeste. "I feel like I betrayed all of you," he said with obvious regret. He described exactly what had happened in great detail. "I should have pushed her off as soon as I knew what she was doing." Perhaps feeling responsible for his earlier trysts with Rebecca, Nancy spoke up. "We know that unexpected things can happen, Sean. It's my guess that you did accomplish the main objective." There were murmurs of agreement from the others. "I would not be surprised if there were a couple of other benefits," Phyllis added. "With luck, Celeste's relationships with both her husband and her daughter could improve. That will help Tracey, and she is our project, after all." Carole came and sat on his lap, telling him "I guess with the kind of atmosphere we have, we can't be surprised at what happened. You didn't betray us. I just think that we have a long-term problem keeping a lot of needy women from coming after our lover." The others echoed her sentiment. He was a little concerned when they asked him to let them talk by themselves, but they assured him that it was nothing bad. As soon as he had left, Claire took the lead. "Tracey is my 'doll', and I say that she needs Sean to make love to her. With what she is thrown into at home, it has to be killing her not to fully understand things." "Is she protected?" "Yes, for quite a while." "Wouldn't we just be forcing Tracey and Sean into being a couple, even if they are not ready for that level of commitment?" Julie answered that. "I honestly think Sarah should have sex with Sean before she goes to college." "What does Dan have to say about that?" "Dan is listening to me far more than he ever did when he was growing up," Julie quipped. "He will let Sarah decide." "Has Sarah mentioned the idea to you, Julie?" "She has asked me if I thought she should." "And you told her... ?" "When in doubt, don't." ------- Claire vehemently denied encouraging Tracey, and Sean found no reason to doubt her. That did not diminish the problem he was presented with. To her credit, Tracey seemed to know exactly what was worrying Sean. After practice, it was Tracey who was waiting for him. "Get in, Sean, we're going to my house." Sean sensed that something unusual was afoot, but he did not press her. They talked about school things until Tracey drove into an empty garage. At his questioning look, she told him. "Mom has the kids with her. They won't be back until late. Dad's out of town again." It did not take Sean's exceptional experience with women to figure out what Tracey wanted. Nor was the prospect in any way displeasing, except... Hands shaking, Tracey started undoing Sean's jeans as she said "This doesn't mean we're going steady, or that we're even boyfriend and girlfriend. I just can't stand being so clueless any more, especially after you had sex with Mom." "You mean..." "Yeah, she told me. Oh, Sean, it's ... it's..." Obviously, she had just uncovered his already rigid cock. There were a lot of things Sean wanted to say in response, but he had learned enough to know when no amount of talking would change what was about to happen. Besides, Tracey was right up there with Sarah in his affections. He was proud of how much she had changed herself, and if she was determined, he wanted it to be a good experience for her. Pushing off his own shoes, shorts, and jeans quickly, he reached for the snap of her jeans and returned the favor. As he pulled them down, though, he sank to his knees. "Put your hands on my shoulders," he ordered, then helped her step out of her jeans. "I always wondered if you could really take these off or if they had to be surgically removed," he joked. It was the perfect mood lightener, as she slapped his shoulder and giggled. She become serious and tense again when he grasped the sides of her panties and started to ease them down. "Am I the first guy to see this?" he asked gently, looking up at her face. She could only nod, and he told her "Thank you so much for the privilege." Sean debated using his mouth on her right then, but decided to take things a little more slowly. As he stood up, they were both naked below the waist, but had their shirts on. Tossing his own off quickly, he grasped hers to lift it off. She was staring at his cock so hard that she raised her arms puppet-like. When her eyes were uncovered again, she stared at him, her lower lip quivering slightly. He held her gaze as he undid her front-clasp bra. Belatedly, he noticed how sexy her bra was, and remembered that the panties had matched. "Oh, Tracey! You put these on especially for me, didn't you? And I didn't take time to appreciate you in them." With his hands on her upper arms, he held her back and openly ogled every inch. "On the other hand, I certainly appreciate you like this!" Naked with Sean had been a central fantasy of Tracey's since she first noticed his new body. Now, she was living that fantasy. Why was she so tongue-tie, so unable to say or do anything? Strangely enough, Sean was not feeling terribly confident, either. Unlike with Sarah, Tracey had been in his pubescent fantasies. Even with all of his experience with the women, realization of a long-held dream impacted him, as well. Sean knew, though, that it was up to him to try to make up for all that Tracey had missed. He did not view her as the love of his life. He did admire her, though, for the way she had changed herself over the past months. On top of that, her already appealing body had been enhanced by the exercise program that Claire had gotten her into. "Let's shower together, Tracey. For what I'd like to do, we need to be squeaky clean." In contrast to his experience with Sarah, Tracey was ready and eager for everything. His body was like a treasure to her, and she unabashedly worshiped it. Her response to every touch from him seemed amplified. It was the kind of response that most males can only dream of eliciting. After three hours, Tracey warned him that this had not been a one-time need. He certainly was not dreading a repeat. ------- During the wrestling season, Sean ended up at home a bit more, although he had a steady demand for remodeling work. He still spent as much time as possible with the women and with Tracey, but he had to be careful not to trigger a backlash from home. More and more since the first wrestling match they attended, Melanie took the initiative to make conversation with him. Sean did not enjoy that, at least at first, when she tried to take a more authoritarian attitude. With help from the women, he found ways to discourage her from the more 'motherly' threads and after a few weeks, they were talking much more as equals. Sean could not say that he enjoyed that, but it did feel good to have gained some more control over his home situation. For a few days, Sean had been noticing that Melanie was suffering some pretty severe discomfort in her back and he told the women about it. "Give her some massages," Claire said immediately, and the others agreed. "I don't want that kind of closeness! I don't really want to touch her," he objected. "Sweetie, this is not news to you, but she will be your mother for the rest of your life. You may never love her and you may never even like her, but she will still be your mother. That will require some kinds of interaction." Claire continued. "You have done a great job of establishing control of the conversations. Here is another chance to gain even more control. She has sexual feelings for you and they seem to be strengthening, so..." "But why would I want to encourage those feelings?" Sean interrupted. "As I was about to say," Claire said with a chuckle, "use those feelings to increase control of how she treats you, how she acts around you. Here's my thought: offer to massage her, but set some conditions. I'll bet she'll go along with them." The very next evening, Sean and his mother were alone for dinner, with his father out of town. Her back problem seemed to be bothering her even more, so he went for it. "Mother, I've gotten pretty good at massage. Let me see if I can help your back." "M ... massage? You?" "Sure. Come on. Let me show you." The women had pounded on him how important the next move was. He took her hand to lead her to the master suite. It was more contact than they had had in a long time, and he had initiated it. She was completely disoriented, as the women had anticipated, and put up no objection as she followed him. When they had found a large towel and laid it out on the foot of the bed, he instructed her "You'd better go to the bathroom because you will probably fall asleep after I'm done. I'll wait outside the bedroom until you call me. Lie with your head right at the foot of the bed. Get as naked as you feel comfortable with. The less clothes, the better the massage. I'm sure you've had massages before. OK?" With that he left the room. He heard the bathroom sounds and then just minimal noises of moving around. He wondered if she was deciding how much to undress. Finally, she called that she was ready. She had on a fairly modest bikini that he had seen her in - a clever decision all around. As he walked up to the bed, he told her "If this works, I'll get some massage oil. That always feels good." Working around the tiny strap of the bikini top, he went right to work. It did not take him long to find some very tight spots, a couple of them actually warm to the touch. At first, his efforts to loosen those places hurt her, but he kept up a persistent pressure until he could feel them ease up. Her back was not at all like those of the older women. She was not overweight, but there was not the tautness and muscle tone that he was used to. Phyllis had told him that he should work the looser flesh in a very possessive way, to the enthusiastic agreement of the others. "But won't that irritate her?" "And... ?" Phyllis quipped. "I thought you would like that. Actually, just the opposite will happen. It will arouse her." "Why do I want to arouse her?" "Control, Honey. Control. You promised that you would not try to make her your slave, but you can accomplish the same thing in a more subtle way. Make it so she is desperate to please you." "But I don't want to feel responsible for her." "Too late. When you showed her the pictures and laid down the law, you took control - you became responsible." "Maybe I should have thought more about those pictures," he said. "Don't ever even think that!" Carole ordered. "Look at your life now versus then. Having to parent your mother is a small price to pay." "You're right. You're right. I would never want to go back. I would never want to lose all of you." That ended the discussion with some very affectionate contact. When he began grasping handfuls of flesh and moving it around almost playfully, Melanie at first gasped. Before long, though, the gasps turned to irregular breathing, followed by some writhing of her hips. That was a signal he had been told to watch for, and he stopped 'playing' with her back. The massage ended with some long, firm strokes before he covered her with another large towel and left. Sean's studying for the night was done and he was snacking in the kitchen when Melanie came out of the master suite. She looked sleepy, a little disheveled, and more than a little confused. She wore a light robe and he had the sense that was all she wore. "Feel any better?" "Y ... yes, I do. Where did you learn that, anyway?" "Oh, here and there. In wrestling, you get lots of pulls and strains, so massage is important." With her increasing awareness of her son, Melanie understood that she was not supposed to probe any farther. "I'm going to take a bath and go to bed early tonight." ------- With his father still out of town, Sean was not surprised when the next evening, Melanie asked him "Any chance I could get another massage, Honey? It really helped last night." He was barely able to avoid a reaction at the affectionate term. "Sure," he answered with much more enthusiasm than he felt. "I got some oil today, just in case. Call when you're ready. I can hear you from right here." It surprised and somewhat dismayed Sean when he walked into the master bedroom and sprang a hardon. Melanie was in position, but she had skipped the top and wore a thong bottom. He could not tell if it was a swimsuit bottom or a thong panty. The effect of being naked was the same. He absolutely could not allow his mother to sense any reaction on his part, although if she happened to look up and see the bulge in his pants, she would know she had succeeded. He was sure that she was determined to get a reponse from him. Part of him wanted to do something to try and shock her as she was obviously trying to shock him. While he was rubbing oil on her back, though, he took time to think about it and decided that he should not enter that game. The first time, he had stroked right down to the top of her suit bottom. He allowed himself to move the stroke boundary right down to the tiny string that encircled her hips. He did increase the amount of 'playing' he did with her flesh. That is, he did it until she let out a very soft little moan. Making sure he did not stop abruptly, he resumed normal massage strokes shortly thereafter. When he finished, he decided to try putting a little pressure on her. "I'll turn around so you can grab a robe or just get to the bathtub. You need to get the oil off of you. When you're gone, I'll pick up the oil and the towels." He did not give her the chance to fall asleep as he had done the night before. ------- "Are you sure you want to play this game?" Phyllis asked him. She met Sean at Carole's after school the next day. "Unless you can honestly say that your feelings about her are changing, I would advise you to back off." "I can't see that there can be much more to the game," he opined. "Sean, Sean," Carole cautioned. "She has only begun. When she wore a bottom whose top was farther down her ass, you stroked right to that limit. What will you do if she's naked the next time?" "She wouldn't do that!" "She absolutely WILL do that," Phyllis chimed in. "How can you know that she will?" "Because it's what I would do if I wanted your attention and I had that chance," Carole interjected. "Look at it from her standpoint, Hon. She now realizes that she has completely failed in any mother-son relationship. Between some guilt over that failure and some lust after your bod, she is now in seduction mode." "Seduction? She wouldn't have sex with me!" "Oh, it might not go that far. If she can at least get you to the point where you obviously want to have sex with her, she will have achieved at least some of her objective." "You really think that is what's going on?" "Absolutely," the two women said almost in unison. "Wow! So what do I do?" "That depends on how you feel about her," Carole offered. "You know how I feel about her." "But we sense that those feelings have changed a lot," Phyllis told him. He thought for a moment, then nodded his head rather sadly. "I guess she is no longer the enemy - the monster that I had to constantly fight against. She's more just another attractive older woman." "So, you have really forgotten all of the hurts from before?" Carole challenged. "Forgotten? No, I don't think I will ever forget. It's just that my life is so great right now. I don't feel any more anger or need for revenge. You know, living at home has gotten to be pretty easy." "That's great to hear, Sean. Too bad more adults can't 'roll with the punches' like that and look forward." As Phyllis hugged him to emphasize her words, she lightened the mood with "I really wish you were still naked all the time. Hugs were even better back then." "When am I on your schedule next?" he shot back. They all laughed a little before he said "I still don't know what to do." "I predict that tomorrow night she will be naked on the bed. If you massage all the way down her ass, that will tell her that she should do even more to seduce you. If you stop at around her swimsuit top, she MAY give up the game. I wouldn't bet on that, though," Carole declared. Phyllis added "If that doesn't sound like much advice, it's because it's really up to you. If you proceed, she will next ask you to do her legs. After that, she will roll over on her back. Before rolling over, though, she will probably find some reason to walk to the bed naked after you're already in the room. Or maybe she'll 'forget' something and have to get up to take care of it. She'll even 'forget' that you're in the room and will see her naked." "Remember what I've always said about you being a witch?" he laughed. "Honestly, what do you think I should do?" Phyllis answered that. "Unless you decide to stop the game, you have to establish that you are the one setting the tone and the pace, not her. I think you should..." The next night was the last of his father's trip. He watched her carefully after dinner and when he sensed that she was about to ask, he beat her to it. "Go get ready, Mom, and I'll give you another massage." He saw just a small flash of irritation, but she complied. She was indeed naked, just as Carole had predicted. Grateful for the warning, he got right to work oiling her back. "I hope you don't mind," she said. "If you're comfortable with it, it's fine with me," he assured her. Proceeding just as he had done the previous nights, he continued to wonder what he should do. Finally, when he would otherwise have been done, he got on the bed, straddled her legs, and before she could react, starting oiling her ass cheeks. In reality, there was no way that she could object. She had indeed started the escalation. Most likely, she had not expected him to counter, and certainly not that strongly. But, it was done, and she could not be the one to back down. It went without saying that halting the game was the last thing she wanted. When he had spent as much time as he could on her ass without seeming like it had become erotic massage, he moved down to her feet and worked his way up. He felt at least a little victorious when her legs squeezed together a bit as he worked the insides of her thighs. He did not push her. When he was finished, he deliberated making another aggressive move but decided that he had done enough. He covered her with a large towel and went to do his homework. He did his homework after a double jerk-off, that is. He had been at his studies barely twenty minutes when she walked into his room naked, wearing the collar and leash from the pictures. Completely blowing him away, she waited for him to turn his desk chair toward her, then knelt on the floor right in front of him. For a moment, he thought she was going to give him a blowjob, but instead, she lowered her head and said "I really, really fucked up, didn't I?" Her words knocked him completely off balance. For one thing, she had always come down hard on him for any swearing or coarse language. For another, the thought of her ever apologizing or acknowledging wrong-doing was unthinkable. "Oh?" was all he dared try to say. He could not remember having so much trouble with his composure. "As a mother. The question you asked that night - why I ever had you - that has been going through my mind ever since. I was so angry then and so afraid. I thought you would take your revenge and ruin us. I was trying not to admit to myself that I deserved it. But you did just what you said you would do. "I was horrified at the pictures with this on. I was afraid you thought I was like that, you know, a submissive. Well, I'm not, but... " She looked up at him for the first time and saw his questioning expression. "I'm like this because I'm ashamed. I don't feel like I deserve any dignity. How could you stand to touch me so wonderfully? I was trying to upset you, but you just..." "I knew what you were doing, Mom." He could not remember the last time he called her 'Mom'. "I was determined to outdo you." "Oh, you did. I thought I was going to fall apart when you started on my ass." He was proud of how composed he felt. His mother's 'capitulation' should have left him disoriented, but ever since the pictures, he had been feeling a classic inversion of roles. It was time for him to be magnanimous. He stood, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. With everything else going on, it was the first time he noticed how swollen her nipples were. "I don't like the collar, Mom. I didn't like it in the pictures, either. I guess the idea of slavery just bothers me." "I don't like it either, Sean. I hoped it would help make the point of how sorry I am. Do you like, uh, the rest of my outfit?" She switched from serious to coquettish in microseconds. "I love it," he answered, not having to lie at all. Becoming accustomed to naked female bodies had not dimmed his appreciation in the least. Though not in the superb condition of the Gang, his mother had a great body, beautifully proportioned like Julie. Walking behind her, he searched for and was able to release the catch on the collar. When it was off, she went to his bed and stretched out on her side, facing him. It was a very fetching pose, but she did not seem to be vamping him. Sensing that she did not want them to part, he sat back down in his chair. "Are you doing all five women?" she asked suddenly. The question told him how much the Gang had been on her mind. "Mother, you must know I would never answer that question." "I didn't thinks so, but... ," she shrugged. "I imagine they've given you the things that I was too stupid and too busy to give you." "I'm not sure how to answer that," he told her. "Just say it. I can take it ... I think." "Well, early on, one of the women asked me, as a joke, if she could adopt me. I thought it was a great idea." That was a pretty cruel blow, but she was pushing. "Who thought of the pictures?" "Would it really help you to know that?" "It was a brilliant idea," she acknowledged. "Without them, I don't know what would have made me loosen up." "Probably my running away or rebelling and getting into trouble," he speculated. "I can't see you doing that," she claimed. "You don't realize how frustrated I was getting. I didn't have anyone to turn to, and I guess that made me what the psychologists call 'at risk'." "I assume the women have seen the pictures. After all, they paid for them. And Celeste's girl - she used them, too." "She didn't want to see her mother that way." "It didn't bother you, though, did it?" "The pictures meant only one thing to me: the freedom to be normal. Tracey didn't want to see them because she wanted to preserve her feelings for her mother." "And you really didn't have any feelings. I know that," Melanie said sadly. "Can you honestly say you had any more feelings for me?" he countered. "I guess not the kind I should have had," she conceded. "Where do we go from here, Sean?" "How about the hot tub. You didn't wash off the oil yet, did you?" That had just popped out and he was horrified. Was he actually about to strip for his mother, the woman who had dominated him so fiercely for most of his life? It was obvious that she was begging for at least peace, and probably much more. Would it hurt him to take a step toward her. Wouldn't some sort of relationship be better than living with a stranger for a few more years? And after that? But that meant showing her his cock! So what? That certainly didn't bother him much any more. She had willingly showed him everything. Of course, she was the offending party, the one who should be punished. But if he showed forgiveness, would he lose anything, or would he perhaps gain something important? While Melanie was too stunned by his suggestion to do anything, Sean stood and stripped quickly. He was a little less than half hard, a stage where he looked quite impressive. Because of the two comes after he had massaged her, he thought he could keep from swelling any more. Forcing himself to face her, the little gasp she let go gave him some satisfaction. Holding out his hand to help her up from the bed was easier than he would ever have expected. When he got her on her feet, he was about to let go of her hand, but thought better of it. He pictured himself as he had been with Sarah the first time, almost as if he had been Sarah's parent. That's how he would treat his mother. He would be the adult, the senior in the relationship. It was a shocking scenario, but the way she had come to him that evening made it seem like what she was looking for. "Towels?" he asked and they went together to fetch some. It was quite cold out and they probably should have worn robes, but he did not want her covering up. All of the discussions with Carole about nudity came back to him. People were more open and honest when naked, and that was definitely what he wanted from his mother. She looked at him questioningly as he led her out to the tub. It was not completely private, although it was dark outside and the houses were nicely spaced. He could not recall his parents using it naked, so this was new for her. "Your dad never had muscles like yours," she blurted out when they had just entered the water. "You really must work out a lot." "A lot," he agreed with a nod. "My work helps a lot, too. I have a theory that real work muscles give me an advantage in wrestling over guys with just workout muscles." "Do you really work that much? I thought maybe you just used that as a cover to be away from home. I, uh, couldn't do anything about it, so I let it go." "I've got a good bunch of clients and I've even had to turn some down. I like doing things with my hands. Now that there isn't any lawn care, I have some remodeling jobs to keep those work muscles ready for wrestling." "What are you doing with all your money?" He had been worried about that question for a long time, but it did not seem like a problem any longer. ""C ... one of my clients is a financial genius. She's invested it for me. It's a high-risk investment that won't see any payoff for at least another year. It could be huge, though." "Is that why all of those women are wealthy?" she probed. "How do you know that? Oh, I guess you can really smell out money, can't you?" he retorted. "Yes, she handles all their investments. They are all very talented and very successful in their careers, though." "And good in bed, too, I'll bet. They're obviously all in love with you." He had to be careful how he responded to that. "Mom, you have to understand that I met those women when I didn't feel like I had a family. They made me a project, and I owe them a lot." "Oh, I shouldn't be catty, I know," she apologized. "I ... I'm just jealous and ... regretful. They're enjoying things that I should have." "But you didn't really want those 'mother' things. You had a life that was more important," he accused. Despite wanting to keep the encounter from getting contentious, he had to tell things as they were. She nodded her head sadly. "That night, you asked why I even had you. I really should not have, I admit it. I'm sorry about a lot of things, now, but motherhood still isn't at the top of my list of priorities." "Would you have ever admitted that if you had clothes on?" "Huh? Oh. You mean I talk more freely when I'm naked. You're probably right." "I ... wish I had seen the match that the reporter called about," she said in a change of subject. "I had no idea that you would have been at all interested," he explained. "No. I have to admit I probably would have refused to come, especially if I had known about that Sarah girl. Wrestling was an escape, wasn't it?" He nodded. "Have you ever thought of playing football. "The football coach asked me to try out, but wrestling is enough. I only have one more year, so there would be no point in trying now." For the first time, there was a minute or two of silence. Sean broke it by asking "Do you really miss the parties?" That shocked her and her face showed it. "I miss the stimulation," she admitted. "I really did not care for the people, though." "Has Dad taken up the slack?" "Sean! That's..." she stopped and just started laughing. "It's like you're now the parent and I'm the child." Again, there was a silence before she told him "He's ... not nearly enough." "So, it took all those other women to really get him going, huh?" When she just looked glum, he asked "Are you going to start up with a different group?" "Now don't get self-righteous, Sean. After all, you've got five." Seeing his jaw tighten, she assured him "Oh, don' worry. Why would I say anything. I can tell that they've helped you a lot. Sexually, too, I'm sure. How can you be naked like this and talk so calmly if you haven't spent a lot of time this way?" "They worked very hard to build up my self-confidence," he explained, measuring his words carefully. "They felt it would help in wrestling and help me catch up in dealing with girls. One of them taught me to dance - she had a professional dance career when she was younger." There was another short silence before he took a big chance. "Are you doing everything you can to get Dad to satisfy you. Are you making sure he has no reason to look elsewhere?" He could tell even in the dark that she was offended by those questions. Instead of a rebuke, though, her shoulders slumped and she asked softly "Any suggestions?" "Well, since I really don't know Dad very well, it's hard for me to know what kinds of things turn him on. It does seem, though, that you need to take charge of sex between you before things deteriorate too far. "Please don't be offended by this question, Mom. You admitted that being a mother was not at the top of your priority list. Where does keeping your husband sexually interested rank?" He was certain that he could hear her mouth drop open in shock. It seemed like a good time to really pile on. "You certainly have the body to have him want to fuck 'til he dropped every night. Do you have the will to use it?" She may or may not have been offended. From her long silence he could not tell. He decided that more words from him could add nothing. Finally, she asked "Did you mean that?" "Mean what?" He thought he knew, but she would have to say it. "About my body? It doesn't seem to arouse you." Whoops. Why had he started this, anyway? The question was 'should he allow her a victory?' Could this be a deciding point in whether his parents' marriage survived, or what shape it would be in? "After the massage, I jerked off. Twice." He did not even feel like he had lost anything with that admission. "Believe me, Mom, no fifteen-year-old alive could withstand what I've seen tonight, otherwise." There, he had diminished the 'victory' considerably and depersonalized his reactions at the same time. He could see her trying to work the courage for the next question. "Any chance I could see all of the pictures?" In a night of unexpecteds, that one about topped them all. "I'll have to think about that." "You mean discuss it with the women?" she challenged. "It's where I go for help with decisions." "I have to admit, they've done a good job for you." That was an area of discussion he did not want to allow to go any farther, so he suggested that they had been in the tub long enough. Drying off quickly and hurrying into the house was cold, but he turned on the family room fireplace and sat naked on a towel right in front of it. She had to meet the challenge and do likewise. "Has quitting the group caused a big problem between you and Dad?" he asked when they were seated. She looked offended by the question at first, but her shoulders relaxed and she nodded her head in resignation. "Is that what happened with Celeste?" she eventually countered. "I thought you would know about that," he fenced. "We never saw any of those people except at the parties," she explained. "I think ... your father and I were both almost glad to be out of that. It was exciting, in a way, but it was also ... I don't know..." " ... Degrading? Demeaning?" he offered. "I was thinking more of impersonal," she tried to explain. "Everyone seemed a little desperate to, uh, connect with someone. It just didn't seem to happen, though." For over an hour longer, they talked. It had many elements of a sparring match as they explored how they could interact in the future. When it was time for him to finish a little studying, there were no kisses or affectionate touches, although her face said that she wanted that and much more. ------- "She wants your cock, no doubt about it," Claire announced. Sean had told Carole that morning about his evening encounter, and none of the others wanted to miss out on the details. "Probably, but she won't get it," Sean declared. "How much more will she get?" Phyllis asked seriously. "I don't know why I even stripped. My heart tells me she didn't deserve that level of closeness." "Don't feel bad about that," Carole encouraged him. "By now, nudity is not as big a thing for you as it was for her." "Even after all the parties?" "In front of her son? Wearing the collar and leash? I think that was a huge statement for her," Carole answered, to agreement from the others. "I see what you mean," he mused. "I don't see any reason to show her the pictures, though. Watching them with her would be too much like ... like foreplay." All of the women thought he had the right perspective on that. "I am really tempted to destroy all copies of the pictures, but they're not really mine." "Oh, yes they are!" Nancy insisted. "They were a gift from us that has been wonderfully repaid. Right, girls?" "Hear! Hear!" come from the others. "Even though they are yours, I don't think you should get rid of them," Julie counseled. "Things seem to be going well with your mother, but don't get over-confident. Also, Tracey is depending on the influence of the pictures, too." "Good point. Well thanks for the advice. My father is back in town tonight, so I guess things will get back to normal around the house." "Not!" Claire state firmly. "Unless you accept as normal seeing your mother in little or nothing as often as possible and being constantly asked for massages - naked massages." "You think so?" "With no more parties and her husband apparently not keeping up his end..." a groan interrupted Claire at that line, " ... you are the only male affirming her sex appeal." When he just shook his head in resignation, Claire continued "Get used to it, Sweetie. For any man who wants a relationship with a woman, reinforcing her sexual self-image becomes his most important task." "And the most puzzling, too." "Yup! Why do you think men were made to arouse so easily?" Good-natured laughter ended the discussion without the pictures being mentioned again. He also received no specific advice on dealing with his mother. ------- Reinforcing the women's status as witches, the next time his father was out of town, his mother came to dinner in only a robe, not even fastened. "I'll bet you'd like another massage," he suggested. Not surprisingly, they ended up in the hot tub again. Right away, she said "Your women look like they work out all the time." That certainly caught him by surprise, but he reacted quickly with "And they eat a nutritionally sound diet, too," was his response. "They have been doing that for many years." "They must be around my mother's age, but I have to admit that they look better than I do. I got to thinking about my body," she went on. "I'm proud of my shape, but, well, I'll bet I don't feel the same as your women when you massage us." She was going to keep pushing, that was clear. "Would you like some help with an exercise program?" If he recalled, it was Rebecca who said that all human interactions were contests of some sort. Was she ever right! "I don't have time to be running off to a spa. We already have some stuff here. Can you get me started?" He had purposely not responded to the comment about how 'his' women looked. As much as he wanted to know if she was checking them out more, the contest 'rules' forbad him asking directly. "Sure. I need to find out what's best for a woman who just wants to be smooth and tight, though. "My workouts are designed to build large muscles." "God, do they ever work," she said reverently. That was certainly an olive branch. "Why, thanks, Mom." "As you can guess, I have been checking up on those five women. Frankly, I'm jealous of all of them, even the muscular one. It's not just because they get more of you than I do, either," Melanie said. Talk about an olive branch! "My mother has the best body money can buy, but she pays for it instead of working for it. The difference sure shows," Melanie told him. "That's what I'll look like at sixty-something, and I'm not looking forward to it. Your women friends' way is much better." "But it takes a lot of discipline and commitment, Mom. They strengthen and reinforce each other all the time. You can't depend on me to do that," he warned. "I know. Tell me, do you think Celeste would be open to a closer friendship? I mean, we certainly have something in common." It was an effort to keep his jaw from dropping. "I'm going to tell you something that I probably shouldn't. Things between her and her husband are worse than with you and Dad. Maybe a lot worse. It's my guess that she would welcome a friend. She has younger kids, though. She's a lot more into the 'mom' role." "As you well know, I've always been, uh, scornful of women like that. Maybe it would be good for me to get some more exposure." The next day, Sean had to fight the urge to tell Tracey about the conversation with his mother. It would be much, much better to let things just happen - or not. ------- "She has been scouting you out - all of you," Sean told the Gang when he next met with all of them. "She is impressed and inspired by you. She talked about not wanting to look like her mother when she reached that age." "Honey, you inherited your character from somewhere. Just maybe, you have jarred your mother into reconsidering a lot of what is important. Rebecca might have more to say, but maybe she has just been following the only, uh, life pattern that she knew. You know, high society, high achiever." "Carole, I think you could have another whole career as a psychologist," Sean told her. "NO!" came almost simultaneously from the other four. "We like being rich!" Claire added. "Don't worry," Carole laughed. "If I have to go back to school for it, forget it! "However, Sean, if your mother starts to become more of a person that you can respect, how will you feel about it?" "You mean if she becomes more like all of you?" He never got a chance to answer Carole's question because the women all descended on him. ------- Chapter 26 Phyllis had a smile as big as the sun that Sunday morning as the Gang gathered for their regular brunch. Claire could not resist a tease. "But you've worked with pro teams who won championships." The day before, Sean had completed his championship quest. Only two of his championship matches reached the second round. Grant Jacobs, the erstwhile favorite for the title, had moved up a weight class immediately after Sean had beaten him so soundly during the conference schedule. There was time for Jacobs to qualify for the finals in his new class. Sean had no other serious competitors. "Oh, those titles were great," Phyllis replied. "I took a lot of pride in them. The times when I was voted a partial share of the title money were nice, too. "But looking back, those were jobs. With Sean, it's ... it's just so much more." "I hear that!" or similar comments came from several of the others. "Carole, isn't it just about a year since you met Sean?" "Very close," Carole answered. "Looking at the weather today, it's hard to believe it all started with me trying to mow the lawn last year at this time." "Speaking of that," Nancy interjected, "Is everything ready for his birthday present?" "The truck is all purchased, and the new tools will be delivered in plenty of time," Carole assured them. "Do you think he can really make enough to cover all this investment?" "Well, not every businessman gets to try his big expansion gamble with a safety net like we're giving him," Julie opined. "Besides, we got good prices on all of the stuff. If he had to liquidate, he could recoup a lot. You know how well he takes care of things." "Are we really sure that he will insist on paying us back?" Julie assured them "We would not be doing him a favor by outright gifts. Besides, it would turn a business deduction into a tax liability." The others gaped at Julie for a moment, then shook their heads in embarrassment. To change the subject, Nancy asked "Julie, were you surprised when Sarah wanted to work with him this summer?" "I was more surprised when Jess wanted to. That was the real stunner," Julie answered. "Well, how about Tracey," Claire prompted. "I doubt she has ever done any physical labor." "I think it will be good for all three girls," Phyllis said. "I know Jess wishes Troy could join them, but she understands that it is better for him to stay at the club." "Didn't Jess want to continue her job at the club?" "She did, but it was Troy who insisted that the outside work would do her more good. I think he realizes how much she needs to be with other girls her age." "Aren't Jess and Troy just the sweetest couple ever?" Claire commented, without a trace of her usual ribald humor or sarcasm. "It's hard to believe two such innocents existed in this day and age." "How innocent could Troy be after all that time he spent with Sarah when she was naked?" "Well, except for when he was in the pool with me after Sarah's party, he had no actual experience with sex," Phyllis pointed out. She hesitated a long moment, then blurted out "Oh, I can trust all of you never to tell." She then recounted the episode of the video Sarah had given to Troy. "Sarah did that?" Nancy exclaimed. "Remember," Julie said, "nudity means little to her any more. She genuinely liked Troy. She regretted that she did not return his feelings for her. I think it was a brilliant way to get the two together. You have to admit, they want the same things from life. Obviously, her sell job on Jess worked." Again in a very serious mood, Claire observed "All three girls, Sarah, Jess, and Tracey, were great fun for me. No offense, Julie, but I think Jess gave me the most satisfaction." "Oh, I understand," Julie assure Claire. "Sarah was a Cinderella story, but at least she had Dan. Poor Jess was really all alone." "I understand that Troy's folks have practically adopted Jess," Carole mentioned. "Once she dropped that edgy persona, she is a real sweetie," Phyllis chimed in. "I know Troy is completely besotted." "Besotted?" Claire challenged with a grin. "That isn't a sports term, is it?" Phyllis just stuck out her tongue in answer. "How is it affecting Sarah, knowing that Tracey is making love with Sean?" Nancy asked. Knowing the question was directed at her, Julie answered "Well, I've made it a real point not to talk about sex things with her. I have really encouraged her to go to her mother." "Is it working?" "Seems to be. Sarah has told me how amazed she is at what she can talk to Arlene about. The old hurts aren't all gone, but what a difference!" "You know, girls, of all the things that happened over the last couple of years, I think Arlene has to be our biggest accomplishment," Carole declared. "That's hard to argue with," Phyllis agreed. "The result is three people made very happy." "If you include Jess, that's four. Maybe even five, with Troy." "Don't forget, Carole, that your taking a bath with Sean started it all." "Maybe we could really say that luring Roger into the shower at the club started it all," Phyllis countered. ------- As the Gang chatted over brunch, Troy lay panting in bed in one of Nancy's several bedrooms. He and Jess had spent the night, and Jess had very definite ideas about how that Sunday should begin. Those ideas strained Troy's semen production system to the limit, especially after the night before. There was no way he was getting hard again, but Jess liked to fondle him soft, too. Actually, she hungered for any chance to play with any part of his body. Self-image problems from a lifetime of repression would probably be with her forever. Troy was making great progress toward healing her, though. Jess had become almost a fanatic about working out. Dan had even been forced to lay down some rules about finishing homework before she could work out. It never caused a problem. Jess just wanted so badly to 'deserve' a man with a body like Troy's. Once convinced that with her curves, excellent conditioning would make her body incredibly sexy, she went for it with everything she had. It was probably the first thing in her life she had gone after wholeheartedly. Arlene, in her newfound wisdom, counseled Jess constantly that she should take care of her body for herself, not just for Troy. Arlene's own experience had showed her that a strong self-image was very sexy. A great incentive for Jess was that the physical culture scene increased her bond with Troy. He was going into a body profession. The more she could understand what he did, the more they could do together, the better it would be. Jess had surprised everyone with her commitment to only sharing sex with the man she would grow old with. It was really only a surprise because of the rather rebellious attitude she had always displayed. Attitude was all the rebellion amounted to. It was her only way of preserving some 'self' in the face of her mother's restrictive domination. Back when Jess first met Troy and instantly decided that she wanted him, she desperately needed a woman to talk to. Of course she talked to Sarah, endlessly, but Sarah was still a virgin, too. Admittedly with a bit of malice, Sarah almost ordered Jess to talk with Arlene. Still puzzled as to why her daughter had 'passed' on Troy, Arlene was well aware of how completely smitten Jess was. She took the initiative to start the conversation. "Jess, Honey, I probably don't seem like the best woman for advice about sex, but I would love to help you any way I can. It's obvious that when you met Troy, it was love at first sight." "But he ... I don't know if he likes me." "Oh, I know," Arlene said firmly. "He likes you very much. He's a great guy, Jess." "Aren't you sad that Sarah doesn't want him? She could have him, you know." "As I'm sure you know, there are a lot of things about my daughter that I don't understand," Arlene admitted. "I'm doing better, but her, um, 'passing' on both Troy and Sean puzzles me. At your age, I reacted more like you. Once I met Dan, that's all I wanted. Of course, I was all screwed up on my reasons for wanting him. You don't have that problem, do you, Jess? My sister hasn't completely messed you up, has she?" "Well, um..." "When you're with him, do you want to get right in bed with him? Is that how he makes you feel, Jess?" "Arlene!" "You need to talk to someone about those feelings, Jess. I never could. Lorraine never could, either. It's only since ... well, you know, Honey. I had to learn that those feelings in a woman are normal and natural. They're nothing to be ashamed of." "When I'm with Troy, I can't even figure out how I feel," Jess bemoaned. "It's like I have this ache, this empty feeling." "That's good, Jess. That's how the right man is supposed to make a woman feel. The only problem is that men who aren't worthy can cause those feelings, too. You don't have to worry about that with Troy, that's for sure. He's a real prize." "We've only been together a few times, you know." "Oh, I know. I guess I grill him pretty hard at the club," Arlene giggled. "Jess, you should make some decisions right now about how fast you want things to go with Troy." "Like what?" "Listen to me!" Arlene growled. "This is really a case of do what I say, not what I did." She forced herself to take a couple of deep breaths. "At what point do you want him to touch your bottom; your breasts; your pussy? When do you want to show him your bare body? When do you want to touch him, make him ejaculate? When do you want to make love with him?" "How ... how long am I supposed to wait for those things?" "Well, I was taught that they all were for after marriage," Arlene said grimly. "Actually, most of them were considered sinful, but sometimes necessary." Multiple sensations were bombarding Jess. One was amazement that her aunt, once a 'partner in terror' with her mother, was talking so openly about sexual subjects. Another was embarrassment. A lifetime of hearing about the evils of sex is not easily overcome. The biggest sensation of all was frustration - a feeling of emptiness and longing. After a lengthy silence, Jess squared her shoulders and challenged "What if I want all of those things right now?" Surprised at the intensity of the girl's words, Arlene was slack-jawed for a moment. Her past beliefs were not that long forgotten, either. When she had time to think about it, though, she did not waffle. "Honey, if you honestly feel you are ready, and if you are sure that Troy is your life partner, I won't be the one to say you should wait. Physically, you certainly are mature. Because of what you have been denied, you might be tempted to give yourself to the first guy who expresses interest, but..." "Troy IS the first guy," Jess interrupted. "I know, but in your case, the first guy is as good as you will ever find." "I just don't know where we are going to find a place, though," Jess lamented. Arlene almost bounced in her chair when an idea struck her. "Jess, I think I can arrange a wonderful place. I want you to talk to Troy. Tell him how you feel, want you want. Make sure he feels the same way about you. Have him tell me that you two want a good setting for your first time. Can you do that?" "Arlene! I can't talk to Troy like that? I'd be too embarrassed." "Well, maybe you aren't quite ready, then, Honey." It took three weeks, but an amazed Troy sought out Arlene at the club as soon as he arrived from school. "I can't believe it, Arlene. Jess seems so shy. But she told me she wants us to make love. She said you promised to help us find a good place for our first time." "Are you ready to think about marrying her, Troy?" Arlene asked him. "I wish it could have happened already. I know it's sudden, but we seem to want so many of the same things. I really love her, Arlene." ------- "So, that's how their big night at the club happened, huh?" Nancy chuckled. "It's funny; Arlene didn't even know about our night there with Dale. It was such a similar idea." "Well," Phyllis added, "I was so impressed that Arlene would play that kind of role. I never expected that of her. There was no way I could refuse. Of course, I wanted them to have that kind of start, too." "None of us expected a lot of what Arlene did," Carole said with a shake of her head." "Especially Dan," Julie agreed. "When Arlene said she wanted to skinny dip with all of the guys, he had a really rough time." "Well, besides the shock value from what she was like before, I think most husbands are reluctant about other men seeing their wives." "Rebecca says that working Dan through that was one of her tougher assignments." "You mean besides trying to help him keep up with his sexually liberated wife?" Claire teased. "Shedding life-long prudery so near to her natural sexual peak! I guess we shouldn't be surprised, should way?" "I wonder how Dan gets any work done with that silly grin on his face?" That triggered a round of laughter. "You know, there could have been a more serious problem," Julie pointed out. "Arlene could have insisted on having sex with all of the guys. I'm certain she knows what all of you did with him." "Knows? Did Dan tell her?" "I doubt it, at least not yet," Julie answered. "He may decide he has to. That kind of secret can be damaging. Don't forget; except for her unique sexual hangups, Arlene has always been as perceptive as any woman." "Did she ever ask about being with the men?" "I'm afraid we will never know. After Rebecca had those sessions with both of them, she insisted on normal confidentiality," Julie explained. "Just from watching Arlene, though, she never went that far, or was at least talked out of it." "And Dan seems to have adjusted." Nancy entered in at that point. "Remember that first big skinny dipping party? The one where Dan, Arlene, Sarah, and Jess were all there with Sean and Troy? Well, Arlene practically dragged Dan to my guest room afterwards. I, uh, eavesdropped. After what I heard, I doubt Dan would object to anything." "So, he's pretty happy with the new version of Arlene, huh, Julie? He doesn't seem to bemoan the years he lost?" "I asked him that question just once. He joked about it. He said it those years had been liked now, he would be dead and buried of premature old age." ------- "Do you think we're about to lose Brad?" Phyllis asked, sobering the mood instantly. "My idiot niece is showing amazing signs of growing up, all of sudden," Carole pointed out. "Brad has never really given up on reconciliation with her." Shaking her head, Nancy commented "How will he ever overlook all of the crap she did since the breakup?" "Well, we all know what kind of guy he is," Julie stated. "If she can just manage to keep her legs closed for a few months ... Oh, and if she really wants him back ... I think we will lose him." "You know," Carole mused out loud, "the fact that Brad has been making love with all of us probably makes it easier for him to consider reconciliation. It sort of 'evens the score'." "Hey, Lady," Nancy quipped. "You scare me when you start that psychology stuff. Please, please, stick to the investing!" That brought chuckles from the others. "You're probably right, though. I still think that Brad and Rebecca would be great together." "Well, I'm sure Rebecca would be the first to tell you how strong that marriage bond can be, even after infidelity," Carole answered. "I think Rebecca is too smart to consider him unless she is certain that he has really and truly given up on reconciliation. Have the two of them skinny dipped at your pool?" "Neither one really wanted to," Nancy responded. "However, when Arlene insisted that she wanted to with Brad, the girls pretty much forced Rebecca to join in. They could hardly look at each other for the first half hour. There is definitely an attraction there." "What do you think it would take for Brad to really give up on his ex?" "Proof that the sleeping around is still going on," Nancy said emphatically. "Fortunately," Claire changed the subject a little, "Dale has not changed his mind. I think we will have him and the Trent brothers until we move to the rest home." "But still no sign of a divorce for Dale," Phyllis said with a disbelieving shake of her head. "I don't know how you all feel," Carole spoke hesitantly, "but this 'project' business has kinda gotten in my blood." "Most fun I've had with my clothes on, for sure," Claire joked. "Too bad the projects are all ending." "Hey, wait a minute," Julie objected. "We sure wouldn't have any trouble finding new projects. Just look at the mess Arlene's family is in. Maybe there's something we could do about that." "Oh, I see what you mean," Claire said seriously. "Despite what she did to Dale, I feel really bad for Caroline. Maybe we could help resolve that relationship." "But what if it meant losing Dale?" Phyllis challenged, knowing that Claire had the strongest bond with him. Claire did not revert to her normal flip style. "I sure don't want that to happen, but if it turns out to be the best thing for him..." There was a long, rather stunned silence before Carole asked softly "Are we looking at asking one of us to share her new husband?" Claire actually blushed at the question, but did not answer. No one wanted to push the issue. Obviously trying to change the mood, Phyllis pointed out "Sean's mother and Tracey's mother both seem receptive to some major changes. They could be projects." "He's a long ways away, but my son Sid's wife just left him with the three girls. He's starting to talk with me more than he ever has. He is hurting, confused, and unsure how to best handle the girls," Carole told them. "If it doesn't work out with Brad, Rebecca needs a good man," Nancy said, showing her concern for her niece. "Speaking of our kids having problems..." It turned out to be one of the Gang of Five's longest ever Sunday brunches. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2009-08-14 Last Modified: 2009-12-17 / 11:06:58 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------