A Journal Entry

Saturday, 9/27/2003

This morning, while I was out back putting a fresh coat of wax on the boat, Tommy unexpectedly walked up, picked up a polishing rag and joined in. Not that it’s unusual for him to lend a hand, but he’s heading back for his sophomore year at Cal Tech tomorrow and I’d have figured that he’d want to spend his remaining free time doing something a bit more enjoyable. I could tell by the look on his face that something must be up, but he wasn’t quite ready to spit it out. We worked side by side in silence for a while.

“Dad,” he finally asked me, “why is it that you and Grandpa never got along?”

So. It had taken him nineteen years, but he’d finally come out and asked it. I’d tried to hide it, but my father-in-law Cliff and I had been barely civil to each other since before Tommy was born. I had hoped our animosity wouldn’t be obvious to my kids, but they’ve got too much of their mother in them not to notice something like that, even as seldom as Cliff and I were together.

As little as I liked Cliff, I still didn’t want to speak ill of him to his eldest grandson. Cliff had always been good to his grandchildren and I really wasn’t looking forward to telling Tommy about the events that resulted in our twenty-three year truce. I’d had decades to think about how I’d answer Tommy’s question, but I’m afraid my reply was just as lame as if I’d never thought about it before.

“Well, Son, your grandpa and I were two very different people. Sometimes people from different generations and circumstances just don’t see eye to eye.”

Tommy’s rag came to a stop and he looked me squarely in the eye. “Dad, I’m not eight years old anymore. I’ve known for years that there had to be a lot more to it than that. I think I’m old enough to hear the truth.”

My, but they do grow up fast. He was right of course; Cliff had been his grandpa and as an adult, Tommy had a right to know. Here I was, treating him like a child.

“I’m sorry Son, you deserved better than that. The story’s not pretty and I’m not proud of it, but it’s probably time you heard it. How ’bout you run up to the house and get us some lemonade. It may take a while for me to tell it.”

When he got back with a couple of tall glasses of his mom’s secret recipe, we sat down on an old railroad tie in the shade of the boat and I told him the real story from so many years ago. Well, I left a few details out. He might be an adult, but he’s still my kid.

I’ve never written in this journal about what happened back then; it just wouldn’t have been safe. Cliff thought he knew the whole story, but the part he didn’t know would probably have shattered our fragile truce. Murphy’s Law dictates that if I had put the story down on paper, it would have somehow gotten out. I’m only writing about it now because we laid Cliff to rest a few weeks ago. God forgive me, but I’m not sorry to see him gone.

His mom and sisters took Tommy out for dinner and a movie this evening to wish him goodbye, but I begged off with a headache. My recall is better if I have a good chunk of uninterrupted time to think.

So how do I start?

My parents would tell you with great moral certitude that I lost my virginity the evening of Saturday, August 22, 1981, the day I married Cliff’s younger daughter, Wendy. They brought me up in the absolute conviction that it was a grave sin to have intercourse outside of marriage. Until one fateful day almost a year before our wedding, I had planned on following their advice. What Wendy and I did, starting on that day, would have set Cliff off, even all these years later.

My folks, too, would have been mighty disappointed in me had they known. Heck, just getting married before finishing college was a minor scandal on my side of the family. A responsible young man just didn’t do that kind of thing.

There were a quite a few things I did back then that a responsible young man wouldn’t have done. I’ll leave it to you to decide if what I did was wrong.

During my first three years of high school, it seemed like the only thing my friends and I could talk about was the fun we were having with members of the opposite sex. (Well, yeah, about cars too.) Not that we were having all that much fun. I lived in a mostly rural Midwest county, and around our parts, any guy who could talk a girl out of her bra was pretty much James Bond.

We’d sit around the lunchroom and tell tales of our latest exploits. Rather, they would tell tales. I lived on a farm way outside of town, didn’t have a car, and rode the bus back and forth to school. On the weekends, when my schoolmates would be out running around with their friends, I’d be working in the fields or in the welding shop that my dad operated during the winter to help make ends meet. My opportunities for interactions with girls outside of class were rather limited, so I hadn’t done many of the things my friends bragged about.

Of course, there was Wendy. She lived just down the road from me, just on the other side of the bridge, and we were close friends. She was in the same situation that I was. So there was my opportunity, right? Well, there was a major problem with that.

The problem came in the form of Wendy’s dad. He didn’t want me anywhere near his daughter. And that’s putting it mildly. When we were kids, he didn’t seem to mind me being friends with Wendy, but not long after we turned fifteen (Wendy’s just four days older than I am) things changed in a big way.

I had been helping Wendy with her geometry homework at her folk’s kitchen table. Not that Wendy needed any help; she was always a whiz at math. When we finished, she walked me out onto the side porch. As I was telling her goodbye, she unexpectedly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

Now we had kissed before, the kind of dry peck you’d give your mom, but this time it was subtly different. It wasn’t an open mouth, tickle-the-tonsils type of kiss, but this time Wendy kissed me like she meant it. Without even thinking about it, I slipped my arms around her and drew her rail-thin body to my own, kissing her back. Seconds later, I felt Wendy’s hands on the back of my waist. I had never really kissed a girl before, but somehow kissing Wendy was so comfortable that it seemed like we had been doing it for years. Why hadn’t we done this before?

I don’t know what, if anything, might have happened next, but just then I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Mrs. Johnson had stepped up to the kitchen sink. I saw her head turn toward us, and then her eyes met mine through the kitchen window. Here I was kissing her daughter right in front of her! I was suddenly embarrassed and began to gently disengage from our embrace.

The really odd part about it was the strange look on Mrs. Johnson’s face. I might have expected annoyance or amusement, but what I saw was more like a deep, aching sort of dread. Like something horrible was about to happen. A chill ran through me. I’ve never seen that kind of look before and don’t ever want to see it again.

I successfully pulled away from Wendy and motioned with my eyes over toward the kitchen window, but her mom was gone.

“Um, sorry about that, Wendy, but your mom saw us and I didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Oh, it’s okay, David. I know my mom likes you. I’m sure she didn’t mind.”

“Well maybe, but she gave me the strangest look, like she was scared of something.”

Wendy looked confused. “I can’t image why she would do that.” Then a look of dawning comprehension came across her face. In a way, it was almost scarier than her mom’s expression. But then, in a flash, it was gone.

“I’m sure it was nothing.” Maybe not, but somehow, Wendy just seemed a little nervous now. “I had a good time tonight David, but you’d probably better get on home. Maybe tomorrow night I can help you with your English homework?”

“I’d like that Wendy. When should I come over?”

Just a shadow of that same look came over her face and she said “Maybe I should come over to your place. Is seven okay?”

“Uh, sure, we’ll be done with dinner by then. That’d be great. See you then.”

“‘Bye David.”

I started walking down their long gravel driveway toward the road, thinking about what had just happened. I had dreamed about kissing Wendy before, but in my mind it had always been a high-tension, anxious sort of thing. Actually kissing Wendy had felt so natural, so right, that it left me confused. I wasn’t sure what our kiss had meant, but I was eager to do it again. But what was the deal with the funny look on her mom’s face …


…a large shape had loomed out the darkness from the side and slammed me to the ground. I thought a truck had hit me! But then huge fingers wrapped themselves around my throat, picked me up and slammed me up against a power pole.

Cliff was probably six foot five, three hundred and fifty pounds and I was just a scrawny kid. With his huge hand around my throat, he forced the muzzle of a revolver into my mouth. The very strength of the man made any thought of resistance futile. Swear to God, in all my fifteen years, I’d never imagined having to deal with anything like this!

“I seen you there, messin’ around with my daughter” he growled, his face mere inches from mine. The smell of the whiskey on his breath was almost overpowering. I started to say that I had just kissed her goodbye, (difficult with a big chunk of cold, parkerized steel in my mouth), but his grip on my throat tightened and choked off my reply.

“I won’t have any daughter of mine getting’ it on with no goddamn gook! If I catch you on my property, or ever hear that the two of you were anywhere near each other again, I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off!”

Then he shoving the barrel so deep in my mouth that the front sight scraped a bloody trail down the back of my throat. His grip was so tight that I couldn’t even gag. He was wearing the most insane grin I’ve seen outside of The Shining.

“… and she’ll be right behind you!”

He was crazy! He’d shoot his own daughter? But looking at the drunken rage in his eyes, I believed him implicitly. This was a very unstable man. I gave up any thoughts of trying to proclaim my innocence.

I wasn’t going to try to correct him about the “gook” thing, either. My dad is third generation Japanese-American, but this wasn’t the time to split hairs. I’ve always figured that if someone had a complaint about my mixed-race heritage, that was their problem, not mine. Cliff seemed quite intent on making it my problem, though.

“You understand what I’m telling you, Gook?” he demanded, his face now so close to mine that I could feel the stragglers from his bushy beard brushing against my cheek as he spoke. I managed a nod.


Throwing me to the ground, he stalked back toward the house. I was so shocked that I didn’t know what to do. Eventually, I staggered to my feet and walked home. I was so confused about the whole thing that I didn’t tell a soul about it.

Just as I got home from school the next day, Wendy called me on the phone. When I told her what had happened, I expected her to be shocked, but she told me that he’d given her the same warning, minus the gun.

“Did he hurt you?”


“Wendy, did he hurt you?”

She started to sob.

“David, I couldn’t go to school today because my face is so beaten up.”

I jumped to my feet, more angry than I’d ever been in my life.

“I’ll be there in five minutes. That son of a bitch is going to pay!”

“David, wait, it won’t do any good to…”

I was in a blind rage. I haven’t felt anger like that before or since. I didn’t care that Cliff was triple my weight. I was going to kill him or die trying. I was past the bridge and nearing Wendy’s house when I saw her running toward me, trying to get me to stop. I sidestepped her and continued running. Nothing was going to keep me from my revenge.

“David, he’s not even home!” Wendy screamed after me.

That was the one thing that could stop me.

I came to a stop, just short of their driveway. I couldn’t get to Cliff, but the pent up rage still needed an outlet. I grabbed the top rail of the split rail fence started to yank at it. Harder and harder I pulled, screaming in rage, until I heard it crack and then break in my hands. I took the two pieces and one at a time and slung them as far toward the house as I could. I felt jagged splinters slice into my hands as I let them go, but I was beyond feeling mere physical pain.

Finally spent, I fell to my knees and bawled like a baby.

After a moment, I felt Wendy kneel down next to me. I turned to her and took her in my arms, shaking from the after affects of the adrenaline. After a minute or two, I realized that she was crying too. Somehow, this allowed me to regain some of my composure.

“Oh God, Wendy, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Here, let me look at you.”

We stood, and I looked at her. It was dusk now, but there was still enough light to see her face clearly. It was a sea of bruises. It didn’t appear that any bones were broken, but Cliff had been very methodical. Every square inch of her face had received his demonic attention. I’ve never seen a face so badly beaten, and it was all because her father had seen me kiss her.

“Why?” I cried, desperate for this all to make sense somehow. “How could he do this to you?”

“David, we need to talk.”

Wendy took me by the hand and led me back down the road until we got to the tiny pump house next to her dad’s cornfield. We stepped inside, safely out of sight of the road.

“David there are some things about my dad that you need to know.”

There were tears in her voice when Wendy told me what her mom had confided to her while trying to treat the damage that Cliff had inflicted. It seemed that when her dad was fifteen, he’d served time for putting his older sister’s mulatto boyfriend into a four-month coma using nothing but his fists. He’d also put his own sister in intensive care. He’d kicked down her apartment door, catching the couple on the couch. He’d beaten them nonstop until the police arrived. It was only due to the fact that he was so young that he’d gotten a short sentence and a clean record when he turned eighteen.

“I’m so sorry David. I didn’t know how violent he could be, but I did know he had awful ideas about some people. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you.”

Wendy was the one who was crying now. I took her in my arms and held her close as she went on.

“I honestly didn’t think he’d have anything against you. Until you told me about my mom’s reaction to our kissing, I thought we were safe. I’ve known that my dad’s a terrible racist, but I thought it was only against blacks – not that that’s any better. I’m so ashamed!” she sobbed.

“Wendy, you shouldn’t be apologizing to me. You’re the one that he took it out on.”

“Yes, but I’m the one who should have known! I just couldn’t bring myself to believe that he’d hold your skin color against you. You know that I’m not like that, don’t you?”

“What? Of course you aren’t, Wendy! We’ve been best friends for ten years. You don’t have a bigoted bone in your body.”

Wendy hugged me tighter.

Okay, now that we had everything out in the open, we had to figure out what to do about it.

“Have you called the police?”

“I thought about it, but he said he’d kill me if I did. He wore his heavy work gloves when he beat me, so it wouldn’t leave any incriminating marks on his hands. He has no criminal record, so even if they arrested him, there isn’t enough to hold him. I don’t think my mom would testify, anyway, she’s too scared of him. He’d be out on bail in no time and we’d all be in terrible danger.”

“But we have to do something. Just look at what he did to you!”

“Please, David, you have no idea just how dangerous he is. He’d kill you and not think twice.”

“Let him try. I’m ready for him now.” My bravado sounded false, though, even to me.

“No you’re not, David. No one would be safe if my dad decided to hurt them. My mom told me she’s sure that he killed a man once over an insult in a bar, but the cops couldn’t come up with enough evidence to pin it on him. You don’t know him like I do. You’d never even see it coming.”

Pulling away to an arms length to look me in the eyes, she said “David, there’s no way around it. We can’t see each other anymore.”

So there it was, the only logical thing we could do. I knew that this is what it would come down to, but I had fought it. She was right, though. I hung my head in shame, powerless to do anything.

“You’re right, as always, Wendy. Maybe we can find a way to see each other without him knowing?” I hated the idea of sneaking around, but I just wasn’t ready to accept that I wouldn’t see her anymore.

“David, it’s just too dangerous. You know there’s always a risk when you try to keep a secret. Eventually, we’d get caught.”

I don’t know why I ever argue with her. She always comes to the logical conclusion before I do. I just nodded.

“Can we still be friends?” she asked hopefully.

“You know I’ll always be your friend. Nothing’s ever going to change that. I’m going to miss you, Wendy.” I took her in my arms and lightly touched my lips to hers, mindful of her bruises. She returned my feather-light kiss.

“Oh David, I don’t know how you can even bear to look at me. I’m such a wreck.”

Then I said something to her that I had never dared say to her before. “Wendy, you’ve always been beautiful. To me, you always will be.”

She gave me a brave smile through her tears, briefly touched her lips to mine again and stuck her head out the door. She checked to make sure the coast was clear, then disappeared from my sight. I sat down on the floor, totally defeated. I went over the events of the last twenty-four hours again and again in my mind. Wendy had gone from being just a friend to maybe something more with a quick kiss. No, the more I thought it over; there was no ‘maybe’ about it. There was no way I would have reacted the way I had if one of my other friends had been beat up by their dad. No, something very special had happened between us out there on the porch, but just what it had been was academic now.

I finally gave up and headed for home through the fields, staying out of sight of the road. I couldn’t risk what Cliff would do to Wendy if he saw me returning from their house.

I wouldn’t see Wendy face to face again for three years.

Wendy’s place was only a half a mile away, but being on the other side of the river, it was technically in a different county. It might as well have been a different continent now, though. She went school over in Centerville, while I went to school in Georgetown. My only contacts with her were the times when she’d call me at home. She said she had to be very careful, even with her dad wasn’t in the house because Wendy didn’t know what her sister would do if she caught us talking. We remained good friends, but we steadfastly resisted the temptation to sneak out and meet face to face.

Cliff’s occasional drunken phone calls were an added incentive to stay away. Every few months someone in the house would yell ‘Phone for you, David’ and I’d pick it up, expecting one of my friends.

“So, you little gook! Have you been thinking about my daughter? Huh? If I catch you two at it again, I’ll blow both your fuckin’ brains out.” Click. Under those conditions, most young friendships would have ended, but somehow Wendy and I remained close. Cliff’s daughter was definitely off my list of romantic prospects, though.

Unfortunately, I now had all of the usual teenage hormones raging in my blood and I was willing to do almost anything to be alone with a girl. Desperation drove me to take a few chances. Ever try to move in on a girl on a school bus? Trust me on this; it’s not a good idea.

At the start of my senior year, though, things started to improve. I had just turned eighteen and had bought an old ’69 Camaro over the summer. I was restoring it to near new condition and it was only a week or so from being ready for the road. I was about to be mobile! I had also put on four inches in height over the last year and was now a full six feet tall and well muscled from heavy farm work and welding in the shop. The girls seemed to be noticing. Now I could approach and talk to girls who would have blown me off previously. If the start of the school year was any indication, my last year of high school was going to be a revelation.
Another thing that had grown was further down. In the locker room during previous years I had noticed that my penis was bigger than any of the other guys’. Okay, that was good, but now it had expanded to almost ridiculous proportions. And no, this wasn’t necessarily a good thing. When you’re young, all you want to do is fit in with your friends – you don’t want to be too different. My size was particularly embarrassing when the guys took to calling me “Trigger”. From the looks and comments I was getting in the halls, I don’t think the reference to Roy Rogers’ horse was lost on my female schoolmates. The sheer size of the thing was a pain too. It’s just not comfortable to walk around with something that big in your pants. I frankly wished that I could be somewhat closer to average sized.

Outsized genitalia notwithstanding, I had high hopes for the year. My first success came the very first week of school when I found myself alone with Alice Martinez in the band storage room during lunch on Friday. She had agreed to go out with me that night (in her car, alas) and had suggested this little warm-up session.

Alice had a body built for fun, with beautiful long black hair and flashing brown eyes. We were leaning up against the back row of shelves kissing with closed mouths. My hands were on her ample hips and we were getting more and more passionate. For once in my life I was with a girl who seemed to be as excited with making out as I was! I didn’t know where this might lead, but I was ready and willing to find out.

I respected my folk’s admonitions enough to have a limit to how far I would go with her, but Alice and I weren’t even close to that limit yet. She moved closer until her belly pushed up against my rapidly expanding erection. Her eyes got big and, with a grin, she began to grind against me slowly.

I felt the wetness of her tongue against my lips, and forced my mouth to open to her. I knew about French kissing of course, but I’d never had a chance to try it before. After a moment to adjust to the strange new sensation, I began to reciprocate. Before long we were close to sucking each other’s tonsils out. Wow, this was hot!

Feeling her excitement, I decided to go for broke and began to move my hands upward toward her breasts. She seemed eager to have them reach their target, so I cut to the chase and gingerly placed my palms right on the fleshy objects of my desire. I had never felt a girl’s breasts before and so had nothing to compare them to, but they felt very soft and warm. She moaned her approval as I started to fondle them through her bra and tight sweater.

Alice’s hand magically slipped down between us and began to rub up and down the considerable length of my now raging erection. Oh my God! I’d never had a girl give me this kind of attention before. It felt so good that I began to worry that this might be going too far too fast. This feeling was reinforced when I felt her hand starting to fumble with my zipper.

She had my zipper down when a smirk came from the end of the row. Our heads whipped around and sure enough, a couple of the cheerleaders were peeking at us around the corner. Busted! Then, unaccountably, Alice stepped back away from me and slapped me across the face hard enough to make me see stars. What the…?

“Leave me alone, you animal!” she hissed at me and ran from the room. I was standing there with my jaw and fly hanging open and my hands still in breast-feeling position, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The giggles from the end of the row brought me back to my senses. Confusion was replaced by annoyance. Suddenly I knew just what to do.

Without dropping my hands, I walked toward them and said “Unless one of you wants to take Alice’s place, I’d suggest you make yourselves scarce!” My fingers began pantomiming squeezing their boobs. They shrieked and ran for their lives.

The story spread through the whole school before the final period bell. Alice refused to even speak to me. Worse, it seemed that the story she was telling had me cornering and groping her against her will. To the guys, I was a hero, but the girls treated me like a leper. My newly promising love life was now pretty much over.

It seemed only natural to talk to Wendy about it when she called that night. Over the last three years I had come to count on hearing her voice. We talked about everything. Despite not having seen each other for so long, we had only become closer. Somehow, hearing her voice that night made it all okay. We both had a good laugh. Then, there was an awkward silence. Something told me that everything was about to change.

Finally Wendy said what both of us has studiously avoided saying for three years. “David, I’ve missed you so much. I want to see you again.”

Wendy’s simple statement hit me like a blow to the heart. I realized how much I had missed her and it was suddenly more than I could take. The resolve of three years melted like butter on a hot skillet.

“I want to see you too, Wendy. It’s been way too long.”

“David, let’s just do it. Just once. We’re old enough to be smart about it. There’s got to be someplace we can go.”

The germ of an idea formed in my head. The previous Saturday I had been irrigating the bean field at the far end of our farm. I noticed that the annual springtime runoff had created a nice little sand bar on the far bank of the river under farmer Greer’s cornfield. It was hidden on three sides by a bend in the river and heavy brush. Our side of the river was more heavy brush. It was as close to a private beach as you would be likely to find in those parts. At the time, it had gotten me thinking about what people do on private beaches. Now I decided to throw caution to the wind.

“Wendy, I think I may have an idea. How would you like to go sunbathing?”

Now we had sunbathed together in my backyard during junior high, but always under the watchful eye of my overprotective mom. I had enjoyed sunbathing with Wendy because she looked cute, if almost completely flat chested, in her very modest two-piece strapless suit.


“I found a great secluded spot that nobody else knows about. We just have to figure out what to tell your folks.”

She was silent for a moment. “Hey, wait! Centerville’s playing Georgetown tomorrow. If we each said we were riding our bikes into Georgetown to see the game, we could disappear for a few hours!” Her excitement was infectious.

I thought about it for a bit. Thankfully, Georgetown hadn’t yet installed lights for the football field so home games were played at noon. The stands were always packed though, so no one could say for certain that either of us wasn’t there. “You’re right, Wendy, this could work. You’re pretty devious.”

“I know,” she giggled.

After years apart, I was suddenly dying to see her again. We were eighteen now and no one should be able to tell us what to do! We thought everything through and put our little plan together.

“Okay, Wendy, I’ll meet you tomorrow. Wear your swimsuit under your clothes. I’ll take care of everything else.”

“This is going to be so much fun!” she positively bubbled. Then her voice sobered. “But David, we’re just sunbathing. I don’t want you to get any ideas.”

“I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” I told her, though I couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities.

That night I snuck over to farmer Greer’s cornfield after changing the irrigation set in the our bean field. Preparations didn’t take long. That night, I lay awake and imagined what tomorrow might bring.

The next morning I waved goodbye to my folks and headed off on my bike toward town. At the first junction, I cut back around toward farmer Greer’s place. Soon I spotted the hay bale strap I had tied over a fence post to mark the row that would lead us to our little sanctuary. Checking to see that the coast was clear, I lifted my bike over the barbed wire fence and squeezed it down the row into the tall corn where it would be hard to see from the road. Thank goodness for narrow ten-speed handlebars!


My head whipped around. I could just make out a figure through the corn. Wendy had arrived ahead of me. I walked down the row to her. At last, we were alone together! She shyly took my hands and we looked at each other for the first time in years.

Wow! She had really grown up. Though I knew better, part of me had imagined Wendy as the same short, bony little thing that she had been when I last saw her. Now she was tall, only a few inches shorter than me, and had a slim athletic build. She was definitely all woman though. There was now enough curve to her hips and chest that no one was ever going to mistake her for a boy. Her proportions were spot-on perfect in my book. She had thick brunette hair in a page boy cut that really looked great on her and the same cute, if not supermodel beautiful face that always lit up when she smiled. She was sure smiling now.

To this day I’m not sure if I was first attracted to her because I really like slim brunettes, or if I developed a taste for slim brunettes because I had spent so many of my formative years around Wendy. Either way, I think I’d have been happy to spend the rest of the day just taking her in.

I realized, though, that I was being rather obvious about looking her up and down and quickly drew my gaze back to her face, only to find that she was checking me out too. She seemed to like what she saw. At last, her eyes met mine.

“Wow, Wendy. You look fabulous!” I stammered.

She gave me an embarrassed smile. “Thanks, David, you look pretty good yourself. You’ve done some growing up!”

We continued to look into each other’s eyes. With anyone else, this would have become embarrassing, but we had been apart so long that I wanted to just drink her up.

At last she said, “Shall we proceed?”

For a moment I couldn’t say anything. Finally, pulling my soul back out of her deep liquid brown eyes, I managed to nod and smile. I drew her into a hug.

“God, Wendy, I didn’t realize just how much I missed you.”

She snuggled her head up against my shoulder, holding me tight.

“Me too, David. I feel like a fool for not finding a way to see you before. Can you forgive me?”

“I’m the one who needs forgiving.” I told her.

“Well, let’s just make sure that we don’t go that long again, okay?”


We finally managed to pull away from each other and she led the way down the row. The way her slim hips moved was driving me nuts. Could she be any more perfect?

Growing up, I was a skinny little gap-toothed, pimple-infested kid with a face that looked different than all the other kids in my class. I had always dreamed about going out with a beautiful girl some day, but knew that this was just a pipe dream. Years later, braces had fixed my teeth and I had somehow outgrown the acne without scars. I was tall and strong and Alice had even told me (back when she was speaking to me) that her friends considered my mixed Asian/Italian looks handsome and exotic. Despite all this, my inner voice told me that I didn’t deserve to be with such a fabulous woman. If she hadn’t been my best friend Wendy, I would have had to just assume I was dreaming.

Eventually we emerged from the end of the row, right above our little beach. Retrieving the gym bag I had hidden the night before, I helped her climb down the steep riverbank. It was made up of broken up chunks of used concrete in order to protect the field above from erosion. It also had lots of broken beer bottles. They must have been from one of those outlaw high school parties that juniors were never invited to. You definitely wouldn’t want to attempt to climb that slope without shoes. Fortunately, the sandbar was more recent than the party. Our beach was clean.

I nervously spread the towels on the sand, side-by-side and overlapping by a few inches, and then turned to her. She was blushing something fierce and I realized that she must have been thinking exactly the same thing I was.

We had seen each other in swimsuits before, but that was when we were still kids. Now we were all grown up and about to start removing our clothing right in front of each other. I was also very well aware that despite all of the years we had spent playing together like siblings, Wendy was definitely not my sister.

Being the man, I decided that it was up to me to take the initiative and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I paused and watched her. She knew it was her turn and she actually started to turn away to unbutton her blouse. Then I could see her regain her composure. She slowly turned back toward me and, one by one, undid her buttons.

She started to slide her blouse off her shoulders. Now I had seen pictures of naked women in the stashes of girlie magazines that a couple of my friends had, so I wasn’t expecting to get turned on by seeing Wendy in a swimsuit. But somehow this was so much sexier than anything I had seen in those lurid photos. Wendy dropped her blouse onto the towel.

Hey, wait a minute! This wasn’t anything like the modest two-piece suits she had always worn. It was a tiny pink string bikini top that left very, very little to the imagination. I couldn’t imagine that her mom, much less her dad, knew she had a suit like that – it would have been confiscated immediately. It covered just the center part of each breast. The sides and bottoms were clearly visible. Wendy’s nipples were erect and straining at the thin fabric. Her old suits had been so heavily padded that nothing like that had ever been visible. No wonder she’d been nervous about taking off her blouse!

I realized that I was staring at her chest and guiltily looked up into her eyes. Her face was apprehensive, obviously desperate for my approval. “Do you like it?” she asked. “I got it a couple of months ago, but I haven’t dared wear it before,” she admitted.

“I absolutely love it,” I said with a grin so big that it almost hurt my face, “what little there is of it.” I think it was the ecstatic look on my face that convinced her.

I was amazed at how shapely the swell of her breasts underneath the fabric was. I hadn’t expected the flat plane of her belly and the delicate features of her shoulders and neck either. Wendy had been a cute kid, but I somehow hadn’t been expecting her to grow up to be such a beauty.

In any case, it was now my turn again. I desperately wanted to turn around myself now, because my Speedo was quite brief (remember, this was in 1980, before men’s swimsuits got longer again) and Wendy’s little surprise had given me the beginnings of an erection. I was scared because she would notice it for sure, but at the same time part of me really wanted her to see how excited she was making me.

I took off my shoes and socks and undid my belt buckle. I unzipped my shorts, slid them down and stepped out of them. Wendy’s eyes got huge! With the light breeze blowing, I suddenly could feel what must have happened. I looked down and sure enough, my manhood was standing up so high that the head was protruding well up out of the low waistband. I was mortified!

I quickly spun around and stretched my suit up and over my straining member. I was so ashamed; I didn’t know what to do. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder.

“David,” she half whispered, “It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed. I know you didn’t do it on purpose and I really didn’t mind. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty impressed by how big it is.” Her hand guided me to turn around toward her. She was grinning ear to ear. My manhood was contained now, but just barely. I could tell that she was working hard to not look down at my bulge.

“Impressed? How would you know how big a man’s thing is supposed to be?”

Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. “My friend Kathy has some Playgirl magazines, and yours is a lot bigger than any of the ones in those. Now are we going to do any sunbathing or not?”

I nodded. Wow, Wendy had looked at dirty magazines too? Who knew?

Taking her hand off of my shoulder, but with her eyes never leaving mine, she unzipped her shorts and slid them off. Her bikini bottom plunged so low in front that I guessed that she had had to shave down there to appear so magically smooth and silky. Even as shy as I was, it looked so wonderfully inviting that I actually had to stifle an impulse to reach out and touch her there.

Whoa there boy! Don’t even think it! The hornier part of my brain figured my chances of getting her out of her top were about fifty-fifty, but I knew Wendy well enough to know that I wouldn’t be messing around with what was under that tiny scrap of hot pink fabric.

Neatly placing her clothes and shoes in my gym bag to keep the sand off of them, she laid face down on her towel. The back of her bikini bottom was so brief that it was almost like a modern day g-string. Then it hit me. There was no break in her light tan. Somehow, she had managed to tan all over. I’d have to find out how she managed do that.

Myself, I usually worked in cutoffs and without a shirt, trying to avoid the infamous ‘farmer tan’. I still had lighter swatches around my suit, though. At least nothing was all that white. I’m half Japanese, after all.

I put my stuff in the bag too, and lay down on my own towel next to her.

The sun felt great, but I was thinking about other things. Her eyes were closed, so I could look her up and down without embarrassment. She had changed so much from the gangly kid I had known. Three years ago she had been all knees and elbows. No longer. I now decided that I loved the smooth flow of her back and the gentle swell of her bottom. How had she become this beautiful? I wanted to reach out and touch her so bad it hurt.

I finally worked up the courage to try something that I had thought about the night before. Getting to my knees, I reached into the bag and retrieved a bottle of suntan oil that I had lifted from my sister’s room. At my movement, Wendy’s eyes opened and she watched with interest.

“Would you like me to rub some on your back?” I asked. Oh how suave I was!

She smiled and nodded, then closed her eyes again. I knelt beside her and opened the flip-top on the bottle.

I didn’t really know just what to do here, so I squirted some oil in my hand and spread it over my palms. I reached down and placed my hands on her bare shoulders. The feeling of her silky smooth skin under my hands was electrifying.

I rubbed the oil onto her shoulders and the back of her neck and then started to work my way down her back. The oil was slick and sensual and I gloried in the sensation of having Wendy’s nearly nude body under my hands. I was approaching the back of her bikini and I decided to go for broke, using the line I had practiced the night before.

“If I undo the back, you won’t have a tan line,” I croaked.

Oops! As soon as it was out of my mouth I realized that it was patently silly. Unlike the suit that I had anticipated her wearing, the back of this suit was literally a string. She evidently decided to humor me. Craning her neck to look at me, she said, “What happens when I need to roll over?”

“I’ll put it back,” I said hastily.

“Okay,” she said slyly, “but no hanky panky.”

My hands were shaking like crazy, but with mercifully little fuss, I managed to untie the strings at her back and neck and lay them down neatly at her sides.

Her back was now bare and it looked great without the back of her bikini interrupting her soft curves. I rubbed more oil onto her back where the string had been and then daringly down her sides. The tips of my fingers just touched the beginnings of the sides of her breasts. My erection surged. I quickly abandoned any pretense of just applying suntan oil and tried to give her my best interpretation of a sensual massage. Her eyes stayed closed, but her rapid breathing gave her away. She was enjoying this too. I continued to work my way down her back until I got to the top of her bikini bottom.
“That feels nice,” she said conversationally. Nice try, but I could hear the tension in her voice.

“I’m glad you like it.” It felt very nice to me as well. Daringly, I slipped the tips of my fingers just barely under the waist of her bikini and massaged her gently. She didn’t protest, so I slid just a little lower.

“David, I don’t need suntan oil there,” she said. She didn’t seem mad or upset though.

“Oops, sorry,” I said.

Wendy giggled. “Oops? Yeah, right!”

I changed tactics and moved down to work oil into one of her feet like I had seen a masseuse do on TV. “Mmm, that feels great. You could do that all day,” she murmured. Kneeling next to her, I think I’d have been more than happy to do just that.

Slowly I worked my way up her leg, massaging much more than necessary just to apply suntan oil. Her thigh was smooth and toned. She was the star runner on Centerville’s cross country team and the exercise really showed. As I approached her bikini I chickened out a bit. I massaged her hip and tanned butt cheek right up to the fabric, but I didn’t think I could get away with touching her inner thigh.

“Are you going to do the other leg?” she asked. I realized that I was dithering. I had been massaging the same part of her upper leg for a while.

“Sorry,” I answered and scooted back down to her other foot. I repeated the performance on her other leg, again slowly massaging everything but her inner thigh. I tried to stretch it out as long as possible, but at last I ran out of real estate. As I finished and was starting to move back to my own towel, she unexpectedly spread her legs a bit and said in an unsteady voice, “You missed a spot.”

What? Did she actually want me to touch her there? Well, my dad taught me to never look a gift horse in the mouth. I put a good supply of oil in the palm of my hand and tentatively reached down between her thighs. The feel of the forbidden area was electric. I slowly massaged one inner thigh, then the other. The side of my hand was actually rubbing her privates through the thin fabric and she wasn’t protesting.

After a minute or two of this I figured I’d better stop before what I was doing became too obviously sexual. As I pulled my hands away she said “Please David, just a little more?” More? Well, if she wanted it, how could I say no?

I resumed rubbing her inner thighs and this time made sure I was applying a little more pressure to the fabric of her suit. It seemed so completely unreal. I was actually massaging Wendy’s privates! Surely she knew this, but she wasn’t making me stop. Over the period of maybe a minute her breathing grew even more rapid and then suddenly stopped. Her body seemed to tense just a little, then hold as still as stone.

Instinctively, I stopped and said “Wendy, are you all right?” For a few seconds she didn’t answer, but then she seemed to collect herself.

“Sure David, I was just stretching,” she said, obviously straining to sound casual. Somehow I knew that something else had happened, but I didn’t know what. “I think you’ve got it covered,” she said.


Well, that was a little weird, but it had been fun. I lay on my stomach on my towel, facing her. Her face was toward me and she now had a big happy grin on her face. “I’ve never had a massage before, David. That felt wonderful. Thank you.”

“Anytime” I said gallantly, returning her smile. She winked at me, then closed her eyes.

I had enjoyed massaging her back and was now imagining doing the same to her front when we flipped in a while. Wendy had a surprise for me, though.

She opened her eyes – catching me looking – and said, “It’s my turn now. I’ll give you a massage.” She grabbed the oil and popped up to her knees. Now, the possibility of her voluntarily reciprocating hadn’t occurred to my naive little mind when I had planned this all out the night before, and it didn’t occur to me now either. What I was seeing banished any other thoughts. In her enthusiasm, Wendy had apparently forgotten that I had untied her and now her bare breasts were gloriously displayed in front of me. Her top was still lying neatly on her towel.

Pictures of women’s breasts in a men’s magazine are one thing. Real live breasts are another. In keeping with her slim form, they were a full B-cup, high and nicely rounded with large erect nipples. By the tight way they moved with her, they were obviously very firm, nothing at all like Alice’s fleshy units. They were also the prettiest things I’d ever seen in my life. Now I knew for certain, she had no tan lines at all.

I knew I should have been a gentleman and turned away, but there was no way I could look away from such a sight. Would you? Wendy noticed where I was looking, glanced down and gasped, covering herself with her hands. She looked at me, evidently quite embarrassed.

“I guess we’re even now?” she finally ventured. I smiled and nodded. To this day Wendy won’t tell me if she did it on purpose, but I have my suspicions.

She turned her back to me and grabbed her top, stretching it across her front and then reaching behind her to try to tie it again. Her hands were shaking so bad that after several attempts, she still couldn’t get anywhere.

“Wendy, you don’t have to do that. I’ll just look the other way.”

Wendy stopped struggling with it and turned to me, again holding her hands over her breasts. Somehow this was even more erotic to me than seeing them uncovered. I could see her weighing the merits of my proposal. “Do you promise you won’t look?” I nodded.

“Well, okay, but you’d better not peek!”

I settled back down onto my towel, turning my head away. Then I heard the spout pop open on the oil. When her hands touched me, I nearly jumped. Hesitantly, she started massaging the oil into my shoulders. She spent a quite a bit of time there before heading lower on my back. I was thankful that the Asian side of my ancestry had left me with very little body hair. My uncle Tony has more hair on his back than I have on my head!

When Wendy reached the top of my swimsuit, her fingers ventured under it just a little. Then, to my shock, she pulled the waistband down a few inches, exposing the top of my butt cheeks.

“After all,” she said, paraphrasing me, “you don’t want to be showing off a tan line.” I couldn’t believe she was doing this! I had figured that being a girl, she would be the one to keep us from doing something that we might regret. That’s what girls did, right? But Wendy seemed to be at least as eager as I was. The thought of her above me, naked from the waist up and massaging oil into my bare butt cheeks, was just amazing. My erection surged beneath me. I wanted to look up at her, but a promise is a promise.

She worked the top of my cheeks for a minute and then moved down to my feet. She must have been taking notes because she copied me almost exactly. That is, until she reached the top of my second leg. Without a word, I felt her hand guide me to spread my legs. My erection hadn’t eased in the entire time since we stripped to our swimsuits, and it was embarrassing. I complied though, and her hand immediately began to caress my inner thighs.

It felt so good that I was afraid I was going to come right there in my suit. Her magical hands were brushing up against the family jewels. Without conscious thought, I raised my hips just slightly and her hand left my thighs entirely, reaching under me to caress my privates. She guided me to rise up onto my hands and knees. Half ecstatic and half terrified, I complied.

Wendy’s hand immediately began to lightly explore the entire length of my manhood through the Lycra of my suit. She was making no pretense of applying sun tan oil. My erection again became too much for my low cut suit and the head popped free of the waistband. Wendy noticed this immediately and started to massage it with her fingers. Oh my God! She was actually touching my penis! I knew that I was very close to coming. I didn’t think that would be a good idea, but somehow I couldn’t make myself do anything to get her to stop.

Then, unbelievably, she grabbed the front of my waistband and pulled it down, freeing most of my manhood to hang free. Grasping the sides of my suit, she started to pull it off. I grabbed the waistband and held on. This was too much for me; it ran against everything I’d been taught. I craned my neck to look back at her.

“Wendy, I don’t think we’re supposed to be doing this.” Her wondrous breasts were right there to see, but now she didn’t seem to care.

“I know we’ve been told that,” she said, “but it’s not like we’re having sex. It’s just touching.” Here she was using the same arguments that my friends said they used on girls. Wendy did have a point though. We were just touching. What could it hurt? And how lucky was I to be with a beautiful girl who wanted the same things that I did?

“Okay” I said, “but we’re not going any further.” My friends would have slapped me silly for that remark, but my folks had been quite convincing in their lectures about abstinence.

She smiled and nodded. “David, I’m a virgin – only the man I choose to be my husband is going to do that.”

Her husband? A small jolt of jealousy ran threw me. I put it aside though. How could I be jealous of a man she probably wouldn’t meet for years?

I released my waistband and she pulled my Speedo down over each knee and then off of me completely. The breeze felt cool on my newly exposed skin. Still working from between my legs, Wendy lightly ran her fingertips up and down the length of my manhood. This was easily the most intense sexual sensation I’d ever had in my life, and all the more so because it was so unexpected. Unfortunately, all of the excitement had me in an extremely aroused condition and it was only a few seconds until I felt myself building toward my release.

Wendy wrapped her fingers around me and started to stoke me harder and faster. This was finally too much for my overloaded senses to handle and I could feel her bring me past the point of no return. Mixed in with the unprecedented pleasure was a feeling of abject shame. This was going to be gross and messy. Surely Wendy didn’t want me to ejaculate?

There was nothing I could do though, and I finally came, rhythmically spurting my fluids in a small puddle on my towel. I was so embarrassed by what I had just done that I just froze, not knowing what else to do.

Her hand quickly pulled away. “Wow,” she marveled, “did I do that?” She scooted around to my side, reached out and took my now rapidly softening manhood in her hand as I pushed up into a kneeling position. I looked at her, hardly even noticing her bare chest, and said, “Oh God, Wendy, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

She looked crestfallen. “David, that’s exactly what I wanted you to do. I thought it would feel good for you.”

“Well, of course it did, but I thought you’d think it was gross,” I told her.

Her face relaxed and she giggled. “When you accidentally showed me the tip of it, I knew I just had to see the rest. I wanted to see if I could make you spurt like one of my dad’s horses when we collect for artificial insemination.” Now wasn’t that romantic! “Your penis is very beautiful, you know.” Well, that was better. At least she didn’t call me ‘Trigger’.

My shame started to melt away. If Wendy liked it, that was all that mattered. And hey, what Wendy had done had felt sensational. The liberties I’d guiltily taken with myself in the shower were nothing to compare.

“Well,” I told her “if you liked it, that’s totally different. It was definitely the best thing I’ve ever felt.” I allowed.

Her face positively beamed. “Good. Can I touch it some more?.”

Well, now that was the question. I weighed a lifetime of teaching against the wonderful, happy smile on Wendy’s face and found myself totally comfortable with my choice.

I looked again deeply into those bottomless eyes. “I’d love that.”

“Well,” she said, contemplating the situation, “why don’t you kneel on my towel. This one’s had it.” I moved onto her towel, acutely aware of my complete nudity. She folded up my towel neatly, puddle to the inside, sliding it into the side pocket of my gym bag, then knelt down facing me.

Not wasting any time, she grinned and eagerly reached down and began to fondle my now partially flaccid member. Taking me in both hands, she felt the weight and experimented with squeezing and bending it a little, just playing with it. The feeling for me was almost surreal. I had come here hoping only to see my best friend, but now here I was naked with a topless beauty fondling my penis. It was almost too much to comprehend.

Her hands felt pretty good in a relaxed sort of way, but better than that, since she was kneeling right in front of me, her breasts were well within reach. If she was going to touch me, I figured she couldn’t complain about me touching her. I timidly reached out and cupped them in my hands.

Her hands stopped for a moment. In turn, I stopped mine. “Is this okay?” I asked her.

“It’s more than just okay, David,” she said, staring down at my hands with a look of wonder on her face. “Please keep doing that.”

I eagerly complied. Sure enough, her breasts were very firm. They were also very smooth and the nipples felt like they were as hard as rocks. Caressing them was a very nice experience. It was all that I had hoped for and more.

Her hands on me had started exploring again. “Hey, look at that! It’s getting hard again!” she said, excitement in her voice. I looked down and sure enough, her ministrations were working magic on me and I was growing back to my full size.

“Wow, I can’t even get my fingers around it,” she exclaimed. She continued to play with her new toy, running her hands up and down it. “Hmm, I know what this needs,” she said, mischief in her voice.

Reaching beside her, she retrieved the oil and squirted some on me like she was putting mustard on a hot dog. Now her hands glided easily up and down. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I had done for myself what she was doing for me now, but it had never felt like this! I liked the way that the oil felt and how easily her hands slid over me – I wanted to touch her the same way.

I reached down and gently touched my fingers to the small mound under her swimsuit, watching carefully for her reaction. Her hands stopped again and she looked at me. I’m sure she could see the desire in my eyes, but I couldn’t tell exactly what was on her mind. Finally, without a word, she let go of my member, turned around and got down on all fours with her pretty behind facing me.

“I want you to touch me just like I touched you.” she said.

Yes, I know what you’re thinking. Using that position was a bit strange, but we grew up on the farm. The only time we ever saw reproduction, it was in this position. Looking back, our naiveté level was startling. We had both gotten ‘The Talk’, but it mostly consisted of admonitions not to do exactly what we were doing now. Our high school didn’t even have “health” class, such as it was, until our upcoming senior year.

I carefully reached forward and brushed the back of my index finger across the fabric covering her privates. She gasped and her body went rigid. I turned my hand around and gently began to caress her mound with my palm. She started to moan and push back against me, so I increased the pressure. Finally she reached back and started to tug at her suit. I took the hint and slid the tiny little thing off of her hips and then down over her ankles. I eagerly reached between her thighs and guided her to spread her legs wide.

What I was looking at was bewildering. The magazines I had seen had shown relatively tame images. If you saw the model’s privates at all, it was just a hint of the outer lips. Wendy, on the other hand, was fully exposed to me. I didn’t know what parts would feel good for her if touched. Since I didn’t know where to start, I just reached up and palmed the whole thing, rubbing lightly.

“Oh God, that feels incredible!” Wendy moaned. You could have cut the tension in her voice with a knife. I pulled my palm away and began to explore her with my fingertips. There were lots of fine details between her lips. I didn’t know what all they were so I just took turns caressing them all.

Moving a little higher and hardly using any pressure at all, the tip of my finger unexpectedly slipped into her. Ah, so that’s where a man’s penis went. But it was so small! I slid my finger in just a little more. It was wet and slippery and felt like heaven.

“Oh!” she gasped.

“Are you all right?” I asked her.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh God, David, please keep doing that!” she said frantically.

I guess she must have liked that.

I slipped my finger in a little further. When I encountered no resistance, I slid it even further into her warm wetness. She was very tight inside and I could feel her muscles contracting around me. Finally, my finger was in all the way.

I started to stroke in and out. Her warm slick wetness was a revelation to me. I had speculated a lot about what a woman would feel like inside, but this was nothing like what I had expected. It was much, much better.

Since I had a hand free, I decided to do a little more exploring. I started to gently rub between her lips with my thumb. She began to moan softly. It felt so good to give her pleasure like this that I felt my erection surge. There was a problem though. She was amazingly wet inside, but her other features lacked lubrication. I got an idea. I pulled my finger out and used it to spread her precious fluids around. Inserting my finger back into the happy place, I found that my thumb glided over her much more easily.

Wendy moaned. “That’s incredible, David. Don’t ever stop.” Good, I didn’t ever intend to.

It suddenly occurred to me that since I was behind her, she couldn’t see what I was doing. The horny side of my brain (which was the vast majority at this point) decided to explore the possibilities. Still stroking in and out with my finger, I took my now fully recovered manhood in my other hand and started to massage her privates with the head. She continued to moan and gasp, but I don’t think she could tell the difference. I sure could though. The tip of my erection was starting to leak pre-cum and the lubrication made everything even better. I don’t know if it was the actual physical sensation or just the fact that my bare privates were actually touching hers, but it was driving me almost insane with desire. I wanted to slide my manhood in where my finger was.

I knew this was the horny side of my brain talking, but I was surprised to find that the rational, responsible side was just as enthusiastic. This was a completely new attitude. I sure wouldn’t have gone all the way with April if we had actually gone on our scheduled date the night before, but my heart told me that the rules didn’t apply when it came to Wendy. With her, it would be completely okay. A bit of a contradiction, I know, but I was quite certain about it.

Now without a trace of guilt, I decided to see if I could make it happen. There were a couple of problems with this, though.

First was the fact that she had just told me that she was going to remain a virgin. She wouldn’t take kindly to my just sticking it in there. Whatever I did back here, I had better make sure that I didn’t do anything without her okay.

Second, I didn’t see any way that I could physically fit myself into that tiny little opening. She was very tight around my finger, but my erect penis is nearly the size of two pop cans stacked on top of each other. To see if it would even be close, I pulled my finger out and attempted to insert two of them. She gasped and held still, I could see the tension in her body as I slowly began to ease them in. I wasn’t sure how hard I should try and push, but when I paused, she said, “Please, keep going. That feels really good.”
Well I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I pushed a little harder and her privates stretched to accept me. I finally worked my fingers in to the hilt, and then started to wiggle them around inside, exploring her forbidden spaces. What I really found interesting is that once I was past the first inch or two of tightness, she expanded into a rather large open area inside. I rotated my wrist around so that I could feel her all around. Wow, who knew? I began to stroke in and out again.

Wendy slowly started moving her hips to meet the thrusts of my fingers. Her moans were getting more pronounced now. Even as inexperienced as I was, I could tell that it was pleasure, not pain. I was finding that turning her on turned me on too.

I knew that she would have to stretch a whole lot more if I was going to reach my ultimate goal, so as I started stroking in and out, I very gradually started spreading my two fingers apart, opening her more and more. As she got used to the feel of my fingers, she relaxed, and without ever stopping the massage I was giving her with the tip of my member, I slipped my ring finger next to the other two and tried to slip them in. It was immediately apparent that she wasn’t big enough to accommodate all three right away.

“Oh! What was that?” was her response. I pulled my fingers back out. Then, before I could even move, Wendy dipped her head dip low to look between her lovely breasts and down to her crotch. I was caught red handed holding the tip of my penis up where it didn’t belong. “Did you put it inside me?” she asked.

“No!” I exclaimed, “I was just rubbing it around the outside. I’m only putting my fingers inside.” Now that I had been caught trying to do the unthinkable, I figured the party was over. Oh well, it had been fun while it lasted.

Then she amazed me again. “Damn, I thought you were already in. God David, I’ve wanted you inside me for so long.”

I was dumbfounded. “You have? I thought you said you wanted to wait.”

“Well yes, I didn’t want to just run out and do it with whoever. My mom’s always told me to wait until I’m married, but somehow I’ve always had this feeling that it’s different with you.” There were actual tears welling up in her eyes. She went on in a rush. “I’ve just always felt it would be wrong with someone else, but somehow all right with you. Am I crazy?”

I thought about it for a moment.

“No Wendy, you’re not crazy at all. I feel exactly the same way. It’s okay to do it with you, but no one else. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t want it to seem like I’m easy. It had to be your idea. I’d have died if I’d scared you away. Now please, David, I’ve waited for years, I want you to make love to me!”

“Wendy, I want the same thing” I told her with a huge, relieved grin.

Praying for a miracle, I moved the swollen head of my penis to her opening and tried to push it in. It was like trying to shove a bowling ball into a golf cup. It wasn’t even close. I wiggled the head back and forth with my hand and pushed harder. I could feel her pushing back. Still no dice.

“What’s the matter, David?” Wendy asked, turning her head to look at me. I could see from the look on her face that she was desperate for me to hurry up and get with the program.

“I’m so sorry Wendy, but I’m just too big. I can’t make it fit.” I’m sure that Wendy could see the desperate look on my face.

“Maybe it’s because I’m too small,” she offered.

“No, we both know that it’s my fault.”

“Well, you can’t get smaller, so we’ll just have to find a way to make me bigger.” That’s my Wendy; always the practical one.

Okay, if she was willing to work at this, so was I. She had expanded a bit to take my fingers, so maybe she just needed more of that. I let my manhood drop away and slipped two fingers back in, stroking her gently. Her eyes watched my hand intently.

“Wendy, I think the only way this is going to work is if you relax and let me use my fingers. You’re still way too small, but you’ve been opening more and more. I don’t know how big you can get, bit if you’re patient, it might be enough.”

“Okay, I’m willing to do whatever we have to do, just please make it happen.”

I put three fingers together and started to work them in. The tips went in relatively easily now, but as I approached the second knuckle it started to get tighter. As the pressure increased, she tensed, stopping all progress. I could feel her clamp down.

“Wendy, you’ve got to trust me and just relax.”

“I’m trying, but I just can’t. It hurts” she said.

I knew I would have to do something to relax her, so I scooted around to where I was kneeling at her side, facing her hips. Still holding my three fingers in place, I gently began to stroke the inside of her left thigh with my free hand, slowly caressing her firm skin with as calm and relaxed a motion as I could manage. Gradually I could see the tension go out of her posture and I felt her inner muscles relax around my fingers. I gradually worked them further in and then started stroking her slowly, getting further in with each stroke. Fortunately, there was no shortage of lubrication. Painful or not, she was obviously very aroused by my ministrations.

“Feeling better now?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

In response, she shifted onto one hand and reached back and gently took my oil slicked member in her other, squeezing it firmly and rubbing it up against her belly. “I don’t want anyone but me to ever have this wonderful thing, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make it my own.” This wasn’t the attitude I was expecting from my sweet virginal Wendy. No, this was my wildest fantasy come true. Wow!

I still had my other hand on her inner thigh, caressing her softly as I moved it slowly upward, closer and closer to her center of pleasure. She moaned as my fingers reached her lips. I temporarily removed the three fingers on the other hand from inside her and spread Wendy’s sweet fluids all over privates then slid them back in, stroking deeply. I was having more success with her opening now, my three fingers were stroking in to the hilt and I was starting to spread them just a little. The fingers of my other hand massaged between her lips, using her wetness to ease their explorations.

Her hand on me was also getting bolder, slowly stroking at the same tempo. As she stroked harder and harder, I did the same, also increasing the pressure and tempo on her folds with the fingers of my other hand. I could feel that I was about to come again and Wendy was moaning louder and louder. Suddenly her hand on me stopped and she squeezed me tight.

I couldn’t contain myself any more and gave in to the sensation. I crammed my fingers as deep into Wendy as I could and spread them wide. This release was at least as intense as the last. I made another puddle, this time on the far edge of Wendy’s towel.

Through my cloud of ecstasy, I could hear Wendy gasp. Then she arched her back and screamed.

Oh my God! What had I done? I was scared to death that I had hurt her. I immediately pulled my fingers out and lifted her to a kneeling position, pulling her close. She put her arms around me and squeezed me tight. She shuddered.

“Are you okay, Wendy?” I asked fearfully. At first there was no response, but as her breathing slowed I could feel her relax.

“Oh David. I’m so much more than okay. That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I didn’t know that such a thing was possible!”

I suddenly realized that she had experienced must have been an orgasm. “Did you…” I asked her, just to be sure.

“Yes, and it was by far the biggest and best one I’ve ever had.”

“I hadn’t ever seen one before,” I told her.

“Oh yes you have,” She said with a twinkle in her eye. “You gave me one when you massaged me.”

I thought about that. So that’s what had happened. “But that was nothing like this,” I pointed out.

“So you did catch me.” She giggled and playfully rubbed my behind. “Orgasms can be very different. The first one was very sweet, but not intense. I tried not to let you see that it because I thought it might scare you off.”

“You won’t scare me off now.”

“Good,” she said, giving me a quick kiss.

Wendy looked down at my rapidly shrinking member. “Uh oh, now what do we do.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll get hard again. Let’s worry about you.”

Looking in her eyes for her approval, I reached down and started to caress her privates. She smiled and nodded, then turned and dropped to all fours again.

I resumed my position at her hip and started stroking again. I discovered that having her orgasm with her insides packed full of my fingers had stretched her further. She was looser than she was before. I took the opportunity to add my little finger to the mix and started to work them in, just a little bit at a time.

“Gee David, it feels like you’re driving a truck in there,” she moaned.

“I’m sorry, Wendy, I’m being as gentle as I can. You’re going to have to get just a bit bigger if you want me in you. You still do don’t you?” She nodded emphatically. “We’ll try again in just a minute,” I told her.

To try to take her mind off of the pain, I reached forward and took her breast in my hand. I began to gently caress it and play with the nipple. I decided that I didn’t want anyone else to ever be with her either. She was so totally perfect that I wanted her all to myself forever.

Unfortunately, it now seemed that she had gotten as big as she was going to get. After a couple of minutes of trying to work my fingers further in, I had made all the progress I was going to make. I was pretty sure that it wasn’t enough, but there wasn’t anything else I could think of to do. Thinking back on that day, and knowing what I do now about female anatomy, I’m amazed at how much pain she must have borne that day.

“Okay,” I asked, “are you ready to try it again?”

“Yes, but I don’t think you’re ready.”

Whoops, I’d forgotten about that little necessity. I had come twice now and it had only been a few minutes since the last one. I was still mostly flaccid, but oddly, this reminded me of a trick we occasionally used in my dad’s shop. I immediately put it out of my mind as unworthy of the situation. Doing that would be just plain weird. On the other hand, both of us were desperate and I had run out of ideas. Would it work here? Did I dare try it? What the heck, it wasn’t going to happen for us if I didn’t.

“No, Wendy, I’m not hard just yet, but let me try something that I think might help both of us. Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

Kneeling right behind her, I placed the head of my flaccid manhood against her opening. Using the tips of my thumbs, I started to force it inside her. It was more like stuffing a sausage than having sex, but I was entering her. Her opening was still way to small for my erect organ, but soft like this I was able to squeeze the compressed head inside, then as it squished through the tightest part into the wider section beyond, I was able to pack several inches of the shaft inside her also. Finally, I had crammed half of my softness in there. I could feel that there was another obstruction blocking any further progress.

What had given me the idea was this – in my dad’s welding shop, when we had to pry two jammed chunks of metal apart, we sometimes drove dry wooden wedges between the obstinate parts then poured water on them. The hydraulic pressure of the wood fibers soaking up the water expanded them and forced the metal parts apart. I was counting on my own little hydraulic action to do the same thing here.

“Is this okay?” I asked her.

“Are you in?” she asked. A woman should never ask a man that! “I feel like I’m really, really full inside, but it doesn’t hurt much,” she observed.

“It’s in, but it’s not hard yet. It will be in a minute though.” Sure enough, the sight of the first few inches of my penis buried in her sweetness was so erotic that I was getting hard again. I was rapidly expanding into an area that really didn’t have room for me and the tight band of her opening was like a tourniquet around my manhood. I was afraid I might be forced out so I grabbed her hips and pulled her up tight against me. I was in now and I wasn’t leaving unless she asked!

Wendy groaned. “Ouch! That’s really tight.” The pressure from the irresistible expansion of my erection inside of her was inexorably spreading her delicate little opening wide, like the Jaws of Life opening up a jammed car door.

“Do you want me to pull out?” I asked. I could see that her inner lips were stretching paper thin around me and I was deathly afraid that she was going to tear.

“No! I don’t care how bad it hurts. I can live with that if it’s what it takes to have you inside me. If you pull out I might never get you back inside again,” she whimpered. As I watched, my manhood finally returned to its full size.

“Are you all the way in?” Wendy gasped.

“No, not all the way.”

Wendy started to sob. Her pain was almost more than I could take. How could something so wonderful be so awful at the same time? I had never knowingly hurt anyone like this.

“Please David, I want to have you all the way in. Please!” she managed between sobs.

Okay, but this wasn’t going to be pretty. I applied more pressure and could definitely feel what I assumed was her hymen, blocking the way. Steady pressure wasn’t getting me past it, so I held her hips firmly and gave a mighty thrust. Her hymen stretched and then ripped apart as I entered her more deeply. After eighteen years, our virginity was gone. Her cry confirmed my success.

It took a lot of pressure and thrusting, but finally my pelvis was pressed tight up against her. It felt like I could feel the entire inside of her wonderful warm, wet body. It was at once the best and worst feeling of my life. Being inside her was like returning home, but the price she was paying weighed heavily on my heart. I wanted to see if I could comfort her. I leaned forward and placed my hands around her, easing her into an upright position with her back pressed against my chest. I could feel myself sliding out of her just a bit, but I was still buried pretty deeply.

I held her tight, rocking her gently and whispering reassurances in her ear. Slowly her sobbing stopped and she twisted her torso around enough to kiss me. “I can’t begin tell you how much that hurt, but at the same time it’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt. You’ve always belonged inside me,” she said as I gently wiped her tears away with my fingers.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, Wendy,” I told her. “The last thing on earth that I would ever want to do is cause you pain.”

She nodded. “I know, but it’s absolutely worth it.” Her hand went down to her crotch and she felt between her legs, lightly running her fingers around my scrotum and then up my shaft to the point where it disappeared inside her. I could feel her shiver.

“I’ve dreamed about this for so long. Now it’s finally true.” Her smile lit up my world. She opened her mouth and began to kiss me some more.

My instinct was to begin thrusting inside of her, but with what I had put her through, I decided to wait until she was ready for that. My left arm was still around her and I was absently stroking her belly with my other hand. “Mmm, that feels nice,” she said. “You can do that some more.” I reached down and grabbed the oil, squirting a bunch of it onto her breasts and belly. Whoops! Way too much. I quickly spread it all over her naked front so it wouldn’t all just run off. She was covered with a thick coat of oil from her shoulders to her knees. I took turns massaging each of her wonderful breasts.

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As we kissed, my hand slid lower and I ran my palm firmly all over her belly. I worked my hand lower and lower, almost teasing her as I got closer to her center of pleasure. In my late night fantasies, I had dreamed about doing this many times, but never with me already impaling the target area. I had always imagined that she would resist my touching her there, but I could tell by the reaction I was getting that she was anxiously anticipating my hand’s arrival. As I massaged her lower belly, I bypassed her privates and began to trace my fingertips lightly up and down the inside of her thighs.

She had stopped kissing me now and had tensed, obviously concentrating on what my hand was doing. I figured it was time to stop torturing her now. I moved my fingers upward and began to very gently work oil into her abused inner lips where they were stretched thin around my member. She murmured her approval and I could feel her move her hips, sliding up an inch or two on me and then back down, very slowly. She moaned softly and began to kiss me again, her tongue gently caressing mine.

My fingers moved to the delicate features between her lips, then her hand was on mine and she guided me to her most pleasurable place. I began to lightly caress her there. Her moaning became more pronounced. She began to move herself up and down on me faster and harder. I started to rise and fall to meet her thrusts. I moved my other arm to where I could massage her oil-slicked right breast while I held her close to me.

Her thrusting was becoming almost frantic now and her kisses desperate. Suddenly her mouth left mine and she tensed up, arching her back to the point that I thought it must have been painful. She let out a cry of pain and ecstasy that was both beautiful and haunting at the same time. I’ll never forget that sound.

Her thrusting stopped. I took her in my arms and gently held her close.

Slowly her muscles relaxed and she nestled back against me, spent. “Are you okay?” I asked her.

“I’m more okay than I’ve ever been in my life,” she sighed. “If I’d known that making love with you would be so good, I’d have found a way to get you alone years ago!”

“You know, Wendy, that was pretty good for me too.”

“Did you come?”

“No,” I replied, “but I’d like to.”

“Good,” she said, grinning from ear to ear, “because I want to do that some more.”

She dropped to all fours and pressed backwards against me, taking me in to the hilt. I needed no more encouragement here and, placing my hands on her hips, I slowly eased out of her a couple of inches and then thrust in again.

“Oh yes” she cried. “That’s exactly what I need.” I stroked her again. And then again, and again.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked.

“Not enough to matter” she panted. “I want you to come inside me.”

I couldn’t have been happier to hear anything! Ed McMahon telling me I’d won ten million dollars would have paled in comparison.

Wendy began to match my rhythm, thrusting her hips back to meet mine. I started withdrawing a little bit farther with each stroke until only the head remained in each time. I felt like I was going to implode from the intensity of the sensations emanating from where our bodies were joined together.

Then, stupidly, I pulled out just a little too far and I popped out of her entirely. I immediately put my head back to the opening and pushed. I couldn’t put it back in – the head was now too big. I gently spread her lips with my thumbs and thrust as hard as I could. Fully erect, I just couldn’t enter such a small place. I had shut myself out of paradise!

“David, you’ve got to get it back in. You just have to!” Wendy cried desperately. I shoved again as hard as I could, but it just wouldn’t fit back in.

Wendy then took matters into her own hands. Getting to her knees, she turned and practically threw me onto my back on the towel. Reaching down beside me she gathered a handful of the fluids from the puddle I had left there on the edge of her towel. She smeared them all over the head of my erection and then into her own privates. Squatting over me, she reached down between her legs and placed me against her opening, rubbing me around to spread the lubrication. She then used the fingers of both hands to spread her abused lips wide open around the head and came down on me with all her weight. My manhood started to bend in the middle and I thought she was going to break it in half! Finally she opened just enough to admit me. Wendy fell all the way down the shaft until she crashed down onto my hips, totally impaled.
We stopped and stared at each other. Her resourcefulness absolutely astounded me. She was one in a million. Swear to God, I was going to marry this girl! I waited for her to make the next move. Staring at me, I could tell that she was waiting for me. Time seemed to stand still.

We continued to stare at each other. Finally she grinned and giggled. I had to smile myself. This got her laughing out loud, which in turn made me laugh. Soon we were both laughing uncontrollably. Looking back now I can understand it. We had jumped into a situation that neither of us was really prepared for and the emotional overload needed an outlet. Laughing sure felt good. It reminded me that she wasn’t just my lover; she was my best friend. She leaned down and kissed me. I eagerly kissed her back.

“Was this your idea?” I asked.

“Well, I’d have to admit that when you told me about being with Alice, I got a bit jealous. I realized how much I still wanted you and I was willing to do anything to get you back. Did you think we’d be doing this today?”

I shook my head. “I just wanted to see you again.” Then I decided to be totally honest, “I’d have been thrilled to see your breasts,” I told her.

“I just wanted to show them to you and maybe have you touch them. Actually doing this was just a fantasy,” Wendy admitted, blushing. Then more seriously, “Did we do a wrong thing here?”

“Wendy, there is no place on this planet that I would rather be right now. Being inside you feels so right, it’s like my whole life has been leading to this. It’s absolutely perfect.”

Tears were running down Wendy’s face. “I feel exactly the same way. I want you in me always.”

I hugged her close to me and held her like there was no tomorrow.

Eventually we got ourselves under control. She kissed me tenderly, then started to slide up and down on my shaft. The talking stopped quickly, overcome by the intensely erotic feeling. She started stroking higher and higher. Her breasts were bouncing up and down in time. I just couldn’t resist taking them in my hands. They felt so firm and perfect, fitting my palms like they were made just for me.

The sight of my nude girlfriend, beautiful breasts in my hands and with my manhood gliding in and out of a place where it shouldn’t have fit, was absolutely driving me wild. Wendy’s brunette pubic hair was mingling with my jet black. “Oh God, Wendy, I’m about to come!” I managed between heaving breaths.

“So am I,” she panted.

I watched her in fascination this time as the storm of her orgasm approached. It started with a look of realization, then moved to anticipation and then to ecstasy. She stopped bouncing and with all of me deep inside her, her hips started convulsing uncontrollably. It looked almost painful, but at the same time, even a kid like me could see that she was experiencing the kind of sexual ecstasy that a man will probably never understand. She leaned way forward and kissed me desperately as I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.

The moment had come for me as well and, as a shadow fell over us, I shot my semen deep inside her. I could have died with no regrets at that moment. We were kissing each other more passionately than we could have ever imagined in any of the little pecking sessions I’d had before.

Finally, we started to relax. Our breathing slowed and her face backed away from mine, giving me the most wonderful look of peace and satisfaction. I returned the look, happier than I’d ever been in my life – but only for a moment.

The shadow had been no illusion. Someone was standing over us.

Wendy saw the look of panic on my face and whipped her head around. “Leah, what are you doing here?” she demanded.

“Just watching you fuck. And taking pictures,” Wendy’s nineteen year old sister said, holding up her dad’s pride and joy Nikon with its big zoom lens. “You may be Daddy’s favorite, but not after I show him these! When I checked your not-so-secret hiding place and saw that your slutty little swimsuit was gone, I knew that story about going to a football game was a load of crap.”

The camera wasn’t the only thing she was holding. Hanging over her shoulder was my gym bag with all of our clothing.

Leah was a pretty, full-figured blonde, but she’d always had a personality like a pit bull. She especially didn’t like her little sister. She was one of the reasons that Wendy and I hadn’t gotten together for so long. She was always spying on Wendy and I knew if she saw us together, their dad would have heard about it.

Now, with indisputable evidence of our transgression in Leah’s hands, the only thing that worried me more than what Cliff would do to me was what he would do to Wendy.

“Please, please, please, don’t tell on us.” Wendy begged. “I’ll give you anything.” I emphatically nodded my concurrence.

“You don’t have anything I want, little sister,” Leah replied coldly. Then I could see an idea come across her face. I had a cold feeling in my gut that I wasn’t going to like this. “Well maybe there is something I want.”

“What is it? You can have it!” Wendy said.

“Okay,” she said with an evil grin, “I want David’s cock.”

Our jaws dropped. Surely she was kidding, but the look on Leah’s face told us that she was dead serious.

“No! He won’t do it!” Wendy told her with a shocked and angry look on her face.

“Okay, then,” Leah grinned, backing up a few feet and snapping one last picture of us. “Daddy’s going to love these!” Leah placed the camera in my bag and climbed up the riverbank. Turning to us, she yelled down, “Last chance. It’ll be fun to see how you guys make it home! I may even have to take some more pictures.”

“You can’t take our clothes!” Wendy yelled desperately.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have taken them off for the little slant-eye in the first place, you slut!” Leah sneered as she turned and disappeared out of sight. I had known that she had some real issues, but I wouldn’t have believed that she would stoop to this.

Wendy’s face was pure anguish, knowing what was to come. My mind was racing. Leah’s indecent proposal had absolutely no appeal to me, but the only other thing I could think of was for the two of us to just disappear. We could create our own little witness protection program somewhere in America, but I knew that would be a truly desperate last resort. There really was no choice but to accede to Leah’s wishes.

“Wait!” I called out to Leah, “I’ll do it.” After an agonizing few seconds, Leah reappeared at the top of the riverbank and started hiking back down, staring at us victoriously.

Looking up at the shocked expression on my lover’s face, I told her, “Wendy, I can’t let you get in trouble for something that was my idea.” Somehow, even with the events of the last couple minutes, we hadn’t been willing to pull away from each other. I was now mostly flaccid, but still buried to the hilt.

“No, David. It was at least as much my idea as yours and I can’t stand the thought of seeing you with her. You’re mine now,” Wendy sobbed, tears starting to roll down her face.

“I’ll always be yours. Nothing will ever change that,” I told her. “You know what will happen if your dad finds out. Do you want that?” She shook her head. “Then I have to do it. You won’t have to watch.”

“My, that’s very gallant of you, David, but I’m afraid that she does,” Leah contradicted with an evil grin as she walked up to us – minus the bag. “I’m making it a part of the deal. I wouldn’t want my dear little sister to miss a minute of it.”

I looked at Wendy. She stared into my eyes for what must have been half a minute. At last she nodded, a heartbroken look on her face. “You’re right, David, we don’t have any choice. I know she’s not bluffing, she’ll do it.”

Wendy started to push up away from me, then quickly leaned back down and whispered in my ear, “Thanks David, I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered back. It didn’t register until later what I’d said; it was so natural. I’d certainly never said that to her before, but I realized now that I’d loved her for a long time.

Wendy sat up and slowly un-impaled herself, our body parts making a soft sucking sound as she finally withdrew completely. At least after three ejaculations there wasn’t much of a mess.

As I got up, I was devising a plan. I could just grab Leah, give her shoes to Wendy and then destroy the film in the camera. It would work. I was so much stronger than Leah that she wouldn’t have a chance.

As she sauntered up to me, I put my plan into action. I grabbed her arm, spun her around and wrapped her up tight in my arms. She struggled and kicked, but I gave her a fierce squeeze and yelled at her in my best drill instructor voice, “Stop!”

It worked. She stopped struggling.

“Take her shoes,” I told Wendy. “You can go up and get our bag and ditch the film.” Wendy stood where she was.

“Think it through, David,” she said sadly. “She’ll still tell my dad and he’ll believe her.”

“And he’ll insist on a doctor doing a pelvic exam if you try and deny it,” Leah added helpfully.

I wasn’t willing to give up that easily. “Either you promise to keep your mouth closed, or I’ll beat the living shit out of you right here, Leah,” I told her. I meant it too. “I’ve never struck a woman before, but in this case I’ll make an exception. What your dad did to Wendy will be mild in comparison.”

“Her promise means nothing, believe me,” Wendy said. “As soon as she’s home, she’ll squeal anyway.” Leah didn’t even try to deny it.

“Then I’ll find you later,” I warned Leah.

Leah wasn’t fazed in the least. “I have no doubt that you would if you could, but I’d bet my dad would find you before you found me. I’d be in no danger.”

They were both right. There was nothing I could do short of killing her right here (obviously not an option) that would keep Leah from squealing on us.

“The deal still stands, you guys,” Leah offered.

I finally admitted defeat. “Okay, it’s a deal,” I said, reluctantly releasing her.

“Good,” she gloated, turning to face me. “I was going to let you off easy before, but because of your little stunt, I intend to get my money’s worth. The two of us are going to do everything that you did with my sister, exactly the same way. We may also do a few other things.”

She stepped up to me and boldly took my still flaccid penis in her hands. She lifted it up, squeezed it and swiveled it around a bit. “Nice elephant trunk you’ve got here. I think I’m going to enjoy myself.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was about to be raped. Not in a violent, physical force way, but it was sex forced by the threat of the certain violence her dad would dish out.

“Undress me,” she ordered.

Complying, I hooked my fingers under her tube top and peeled it up over her head as she let go of my manhood and raised her arms. Her ample breasts popped free.

Leah was voluptuous where Wendy was slim. Her breasts were at least a D-cup. Most men would probably prefer Leah’s body to Wendy’s, but even if it hadn’t been under these circumstances, I’d have vastly preferred Wendy’s slim athletic perfection.

I dropped to my knees and unzipped her jeans. Wiggling them over her full hips along with her lacy panties, I pulled them down around her ankles. She grasped my bare shoulders as I pulled her shoes, socks and pants off, one leg at a time. Her bare privates were inches from my face. If someone had told me the day before that I would have a pretty, nineteen-year-old beaver in my face and want it to go away, I’d have told them they were crazy. Life is strange.

“Now, what did you two do first?” Leah pondered aloud. “Oh yeah, that was it. Okay, lay back down on your stomach on the towel,” she ordered. So she had seen the whole thing. I could tell by the look in her eye that she was getting massively turned on by having the power to order a man around. Especially if he was the boyfriend of her hated sister – and in front of her too.

I did as I was ordered. Leah shot a glance over at her sister. Wendy was sitting down on the sand, facing away from us. “Turn around, Wendy. The deal is that you have to watch.” Wendy’s shoulders slumped in resignation and she turned around. “When I look at you, I expect you to be looking at us,” Leah demanded. Wendy nodded unhappily.

I couldn’t believe the level of cruelty that Leah was willing to dish out. This was way beyond any sibling rivalry I had ever heard of.

Leah knelt beside me and grabbed the oil. Squirting some on her hands, she started rubbing my inner thighs. She tugged at my leg with her hand and I lifted up a few inches off of the towel. She immediately reached underneath and started to rub her hand up and down my manhood. She was grinning and staring straight at her sister.

“Does this look familiar, Sis?” she taunted. I really hoped that I wouldn’t get hard and that Leah would give up, but being eighteen years old, I had no real choice in the matter. Three orgasms or not, if something stimulated my privates, I was going to stand at full attention.

Sure enough, I reached full mast quickly. As she made me get up on all fours, she started jerking me off for all she was worth. I honestly wasn’t enjoying myself, but after a while I could feel that I was building toward an ejaculation anyway. I absolutely didn’t want this to happen in front of Wendy. I looked at her, desperate to find a way not to come. The look on Wendy’s face was enough to slow me down. She was obviously devastated.

I could only imagine what she was going through. I tried to look at it from Wendy’s perspective. If my brother had snuck up on us and insisted on having sex with Wendy in front of me, he would have had a serious fight on his hands. No possible way I would let that happen. But what if I knew someone would kill her if she didn’t? Would I risk her life? God, I didn’t know! But just the thought of it was enough to take my level of arousal down several notches.

Leah continued to stroke me. I looked back at her. She was definitely enjoying herself. Then I saw her drizzle some oil on my butt crack. She started to rub my anus with her fingers. This felt very strange, but not half as strange as when she suddenly shoved a finger up inside me.

“Hey!” I yelled, “what are you doing?” I definitely didn’t swing that way. My behind was exit only. I tried to move away, but she grabbed a fist full of the family jewels and squeezed. I froze.

She gave me an evil grin. “Shut up and enjoy it, kid,” she sneered “your ass is mine now.” She was obviously very proud of her little joke. “I’ve got film in a camera that says I can do whatever I want with you.” To protect Wendy, I really would have done about anything, so I did as I was told.

Leah let go of me then started to stroke my member again. Her finger inside me didn’t really hurt that bad, certainly not compared to what I had put Wendy through, but it suddenly occurred to me that as long as she had those photos, she could do this whenever she wanted. The cruel, never ending nature of blackmail suddenly became crystal clear to me. Wendy and I were now completely beholden to Leah for a long time to come.

After a couple minutes, I could tell that my lack of ejaculation was frustrating Leah. She leaned forward and whispered furiously, “I want you to come, just like you did with your little bitch.” Her voice was low. I don’t think she wanted to admit in front of her sister that she couldn’t turn me on just as much as Wendy could.

“I’m sorry, Leah. I’ve come three times already. I don’t think I can do it again,” I told her.

“We’ll just see about that,” she said.

Then Leah did something I would never have expected. She motioned me to stand up then, still on her knees, moved in front of me. She put her lips to the tip of my member and began to kiss and lick it. The fact that it was coated with oil and a mixture of my semen and Wendy’s vaginal fluids didn’t seem to bother her in the least. Despite my best intentions, this really turned me on. I managed to keep a studiously calm look on my face though, folding my arms across my chest. I could tell that this was going to be a tough thing, pretending that this wasn’t at all pleasurable. Leah opened her mouth wide and actually took the head in her mouth. She must have had jaws like a rattlesnake!

As I watched, Leah’s eyes locked on Wendy and she slowly worked her way down my shaft. To this day I’m impressed by the fact that she got about five inches of me in her mouth. If you think I’m easily impressed, just try putting an entire Coke can in your mouth. Of course this was Leah’s big mouth, so I shouldn’t have been too surprised.

From the way she handled me, I suspected that this wasn’t the first time she had done this.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I asked her casually.

Her mouth came up off of the top of my manhood. “Sure, a bunch of times with my…” she stopped and blushed. “Just shut up, David,” she stammered.

“Right. Whatever,” I told her dubiously. This was intriguing. Just whom had she been doing this with? I didn’t say anything more, but I did look over at Wendy. Tears were streaming down her face. I tried to give her a reassuring look, but how sincere can you look when you’re standing there with your dick in someone’s mouth?

After several minutes, I could feel that I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. Leah’s skillful tongue and lips were just too much. I was making no outward sign, but it was more than I could stand. Just as I was poised at the moment of inevitability, Leah finally gave up. I fought the fight of my life and somehow pulled myself back from the brink.

“Well, that’s enough fun for you. It’s my turn now,” Leah said cryptically as she withdrew, smiling to cover her lack of success. She had me lie on my back, and then straddled me, facing my feet, and scooted her crotch right up into my face. Her lips were much larger and more pronounced than Wendy’s. “Eat me,” she ordered. What? With my tongue? I hadn’t ever even seen pictures of such a thing, but an order’s an order.

I cautiously reached up and slid my tongue between her swollen lips. Her taste was like nothing I had ever tasted before – and quite unpleasant under these circumstances. I moved my tongue up and down her slot and she started to moan with pleasure.

Leah shifted her weight to one hand and reached back and separated her lips with her fingers, spreading her privates wide open. “Lick my clit,” she ordered. I had heard of a clitoris, but I didn’t know which of the things in my face was the item in question. I took a guess.

“No, not there, you moron. Lower.” Leah was charming as always. I moved my tongue as ordered and she stiffened. “That’s it. Lick it hard!” she moaned.

Leah’s thigh was blocking Wendy’s view of the action. Unfortunately, Leah noticed this and ordered Wendy to get behind her and watch from up close. “I want to feel your hand on my hip. You’re going to get a good view of this,” she gloated.

Leah had gotten very wet and drops of her fluids were running down from her opening and onto my tongue. I had to stop occasionally to swallow. I wasn’t enjoying this much. Every now and then, Leah would crane her neck around to check and make sure that Wendy was watching. (This is what Wendy told me later. I couldn’t see much of anything down where I was.)

Mercifully, Leah’s sopping crotch finally lifted off of my face. “Okay, it’s time for the main event,” she proclaimed. “I want you inside me in the same position you used on my sister. If Wendy gets to have that thing, then so do I.” She sounded like a petulant four-year-old now. This was the part I dreaded the most. Having intercourse with Leah was going to be like committing adultery. I just couldn’t think of any way out of it. I scooted out from under her and got behind her as she got up on all fours.

“I want you to do this part exactly like you did with my sister,” she commanded imperiously. I began to rub her privates with my palm and then when she seemed to tire of that, I stuck my finger way up inside her. Unlike her sister, Leah was loose as a goose. There was hardly any feel to it at all. Something very large had been here before me. I went ahead and inserted two fingers into her, then three. I started to slowly stroke in and out of her with them.
“Wow David, that feels great,” Leah said, looking back at me with a big evil grin. “I think we’ll be doing this often, just the two of us.”

The look on Wendy’s face was indescribably sad. She had thought it through too and knew that there was nothing we could do about it.

Leah laughed out loud at us. “Now scoot up here and play with my boob at the same time like you did before.” I complied, moving to her hip and taking her pendulous breast in my hand. It was big, but nowhere near as firm and smooth as Wendy’s. Obediently, I began to rub and squeeze it.

“Fuck me harder, harder!” Leah demanded.

Okay, if she liked it rough, I could accommodate that. I started ramming my fingers home hard. Leah was moaning louder and louder. The harder I thrust my fingers into her the more she seemed to like it. I was doing it with about as much force as I could muster and she still wanted more, so I added the pinky and went for broke. She yelled when my third knuckles entered her, but she seemed to like it. I thrust even harder. Soon I was ramming her with my entire palm going in and out, clear up to the base of my thumb. Now she felt tight.

Leah’s moaning had changed to a series of “Ahh’s” then to one long one after another. I could tell she was working her way toward an orgasm and wondered if there was anything here I could turn to our advantage.

I looked at Wendy. Her hand was still obediently on Leah’s hip, and rather than looking away, she seemed to be amazed at the brutality that her sister demanded. She winced. Leah was looking back less and less often.

Suddenly, Wendy caught my eye and glanced meaningfully up to the top of the cliff. Unless I was missing my guess, she wanted to make a break for it. Okay, but we had already discussed this. But maybe Wendy had come up with something that I had missed. Nodding at her, I decided to see what I could do to distract her sister.

I winked at Wendy and said “God, Leah, you’ve gotten me so hot. I’m wanna put it inside you!”

“Do it. Fuck me hard!” she screamed. Quite the romantic Leah was. Her high level of arousal had evidently blinded her to the sheer unlikelihood of my statement.

I had earlier resigned myself to having intercourse with Leah, but having discovered her penchant for rough sex , I now saw a possible way out. If I played my cards right and had a little luck, this just might work. Leaving her breast to dangle, I pulled my other hand out and moved up right behind her. Placing the inside of my wrist tight up against my crotch, I put my thumb together with my other fingers into as slim a fist as I could make and pressed it to the outside of her opening.

“Here it comes, Leah. God this is going to feel so good!” I thrust my hip forward hard, ramming my whole fist straight into her sloppy wet opening. It took a lot of force and I imagine it must have hurt her like hell. I was barely to the wrist when I when my folded knuckles came up hard against her cervix. Wow, I hadn’t known that women were built so differently. Wendy had been a lot tighter, but she was deep enough to take all of me. Leah wouldn’t even have been close.

Leah yelped, but I grabbed her hip with my other hand and thrust my hips forward and back as I stroked with my fist, simulating what Wendy and I had done as best I could. “Jesus, Leah, you feel so good inside!” I moaned, faking an almost-ready-to-come tone.

Wendy’s eyes were huge as she watched what I was doing. Then she grinned and gave me a wink.

Leah looked back one last time to make sure that Wendy was still watching, glancing at me as well. Her eyes were glazed with pain and lust. I guess I was faking it well enough to fool her. I continued to ram my fist hard up against her cervix while my manhood swung beneath her. If she ever looked down between her legs, the game would be up!

Leah had seemed to be approaching an orgasm when I stuck my fist in her, but now the pain and intensity of my thrusting seemed to be holding her right on the edge. She arched her back and gave out a loud “Ahh!” with each stroke, obviously lost in the sensation.

Wendy could see that her sister was now completely distracted and made her break for it. Jamming her feet into Leah’s shoes, she swiftly bounded up the riverbank.

I knew that I needed to keep Leah busy. I was plunging in now with a quite a bit of force and I’m sure that it must have hurt like crazy when I hit bottom. “Oh, Oh, Oh! This it the best ever!” I moaned dramatically. She was eating it up, the masochistic bitch.

Just then I saw Wendy reappear beside us.

Leah’s cries were getting louder and louder. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” she gasped.

“Oh God, Leah!” I yelled, as convincingly as I could. “You’re going to make me come too. Let’s come together!” I moved back as far away from Leah as I could; now thrusting with my arm fully extended.

“Say ‘cheese’, Sis!” Wendy said. Leah’s head whipped around and looked at her sister. Her expression was a mixture of ecstasy and panic. Wendy clicked the Nikon’s shutter. “There you go. We’ll let Dad see just what kind of girl you are!” Leah looked at me and saw that I had never in fact been in her. The disgust I felt at Leah’s perverted desires had made my member flaccid.

Wendy grinned at me, scooped up Leah’s clothes and bounded back up the riverbank. I popped my fist free and stood up, shoving Leah over onto her side in the sand as she reached her climax. I gathered up the bottle of oil and the towel, wiping Leah’s goopy mess off of my hand. Leah’s orgasm had now arrived with a vengeance and she lay naked on the sand in a fetal position, convulsing all alone with a pitiful look on her face. I almost felt sorry for her.

Wendy threw my shoes down to me and I climbed up. As I arrived at the top, Wendy was stuffing Leah’s clothes into the bag.

Leah slowly got to her feet, gingerly holding her wounded privates. Looking up at us she yelled, “You guys are going to pay for this! I want what’s mine!”

Possessively, Wendy faced me and put her arms around my waist. The touch of my naked lover immediately stirred me and I reached down and placed her hand on my growing erection. She clenched it tight. Wendy looked down to the side at her sister and said “Think about it Leah. The only picture on this roll that’s going to survive is the one of you with some anonymous guy’s entire fist up inside you. You’d better just keep your mouth closed or Dad will see it!”

Perhaps unconsciously, Wendy’s hand had begun to stroke up and down a bit. I moved my hips back a few inches to give her room to work. I was astounded at how quickly her touch could excite me; I was starting to come to attention rapidly. Her hand felt so good that I just had to reach out and reciprocate by massaging her breast.

I suddenly realized how mind-blowing this picture would have been to the person that I had been just a couple of hours before. Wendy and I had gone, in one incredible afternoon, from being shy virgins to where now we could be completely comfortable intimately touching each other’s naked bodies, even standing out in the open with someone watching. Wendy’s body felt like an extension of my own, and I could tell that she was just as comfortable with me. It didn’t even bother me that I could see my own house’s kitchen window across the river and field. Oh well, even if my mom happened to be looking out the window and saw us through the trees, we were to far away to recognize anyway.

Wendy was yelling down to her sister, “If Dad ever finds out about what happened here today – and I don’t care how he hears about it – I’ll just assume it was you and mail him the picture at work. So you’d better not tell anyone, you understand?” Wendy’s voice left no question that she was deadly serious.

Wendy’s hand was now deadly serious, too, stroking the length of my now very erect organ and rubbing it firmly against her belly. All of the suppressed tension that Leah had built up in me was very quickly bubbling to the surface under the ministrations of Wendy’s wonderful hand. Unbelievably, I was getting close to coming again.

Leah was silent for a bit as she thought it through. She knew that she’d been beaten. She could still rat us out, but that picture would make things much worse for her. Finally, she nodded her assent. She was also closely watching what Wendy and I were doing with each other’s bodies.

“Okay, you win. Just never let him see that picture. You don’t even want to know what he’d do to me.” Leah was actually pleading now.

“I know exactly what he’d do. It’s better for all of us if none of us ever talks. If you keep your mouth closed, so will we,” Wendy told her. Looking at me with an impish grin, she whispered, “Can you come again? That’d show her.” It was good to see a healthy amount of vengeance in Wendy’s eyes.

“It’s not a matter of can,” I whispered back, shuddering slightly. “In about ten seconds I’m going to!”

“Good.” she murmured. I knew that what was going to happen next was probably not the best thing for patching up relations between the sisters, but heck, Wendy was due a bit of payback.

“And by the way,” she yelled down to Leah, “don’t go whining about ‘wanting what’s yours’. You obviously don’t have the first clue about what to do with it anyway!” Wendy leaned in and kissed me deeply on the mouth as her wonderful hand brought me off. I spurted my now very reduced load onto her belly.

When Wendy and I finally came up for air, I moved behind Wendy and turned her to face her sister. I reached around and started rubbing my fluids all over her belly and breasts while leaning forward to nibble her earlobe. Wendy stared her sister right in the eye and gave her a sweet little grin. Ouch! Talk about turnabout being fair play, this was downright juicy! I looked down at Leah and gave her a wink. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I told her.

We stepped away from the riverbank, out of Leah’s sight. Wendy wiped off with the towel and we started to get dressed. She still had trouble with the bikini strings, so I stepped behind her and tied them, then pulled her in close to me and just held her for a minute. I could feel the tension in her body slowly dissipate as we both finally began to relax.

Both of us are generally very low-key people. Confrontation is not our style. I’m sure that the whole encounter with Leah had been at least as stressful for Wendy as it was for me. We had done it, though, Leah couldn’t blackmail us anymore!

I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and said, “I’m so proud of you, Hon. That was quick thinking down there.”

She turned her head to face me. “You didn’t do too bad yourself. I would never have dreamed up a little scam like that one, but I’m so glad you did. I swear I would have died if you had actually put it in her.”

I hugged her close. “You’re the only one I’ll ever make love to. Don’t you ever worry about that.”

Changing the subject, she said, “David, I’m not going to be able to ride my bike home.”

“Why not?”

“Think about it.” I did, and the obvious finally occurred to me. She must be sore as hell down there. A bicycle seat was completely out of the question. How was I going to get her home. Then an idea came to me.

I released Wendy with a quick pat on the bottom, and then checked in the bag to make sure that the keys to Leah’s Galaxy were in the pocket of her jeans. Leah wouldn’t be caught dead on a bicycle.

“We’re going to borrow your car,” I yelled down to Leah.

“The hell you are!” she snarled. Then, reconsidering her position, she softened her tone. “What about my clothes? You can’t make me walk home naked.”

The hell I couldn’t, it would serve her right! But if she got caught, there would be questions about how she came to be in that position. “I’ll be back in a little while. Meet me by the road. You can have your car and clothes back then.”

I gave Wendy a last quick kiss. “Why don’t you get a head start. I’ll wait a minute or two and then throw her shoes down to her. I don’t want her catching up with us until she’s had time to cool down.” Wendy smiled and nodded, then gingerly started walking down the tall cornrow toward where I figured Leah would have her car parked.

I waited for a couple of minutes for Wendy to get a good lead. Leah started yelling “Hello? Hello?” Finally I walked closer to the bank. The little beach was empty but for the lonely, naked blonde trapped on it. Even considering that it was a girl who richly deserved it, it was a pitiful sight. The fight had gone out of her and she just looked desperate to escape.

“Just remember this,” I warned her, “I’m going to have a copy of that picture too. If my folks hear anything about what happened here today, so will your dad. Got it?” She nodded.

“That was a mean trick you played on me, you know,” she told me bitterly.

“You’re one to talk. What you did to your own sister was despicable.”

She just glared at me, so I threw her shoes down to her and hurried after Wendy.

I caught up to her at about the time she got to the other end of the row. Sure enough, Leah’s big green Ford was parked on the shoulder. We were lucky that no one had stopped to investigate. Farmer Greer might have had a sudden coronary if he had followed our footprints down to the end of the row. I threw our bikes in the huge trunk and we piled in.

I dropped Wendy and her bike off just out of sight of her house. After getting her bike out for her, I took her in my arms and gave her a gentle kiss.

“I wish I could be with you now, Wendy, but I’m sure your folks are expecting you any time.” She nodded and kissed me back, then buried her head in my shoulder.

“David, this was the most amazing day of my life. I love you so much, I don’t ever want us to be apart, but you’re right. If anyone sees us out here with Leah’s car, there’ll be questions.” The way she was holding me, I knew she didn’t want to let me go. But giving me another kiss and a tight squeeze, she did.

I pulled a quick U-turn and headed back toward farmer Greer’s place. A few minutes later, I parked on the road next to my marker. Sure enough, there she was, about ten feet down the row, naked but for her shoes.

“Throw me my clothes,” Leah hissed.

“I think I want a head start,” I told her. I didn’t like the idea of her racing up behind my bicycle in her car. I’d learned that she had the same mean streak as her father. “I’ll park down at the end of the field. Your keys will be in the ignition and your clothes will be in the trunk.” I’m really not a cruel person, but nobody treats Wendy that way and gets off easy.

“Wait, you asshole…!” she screamed as I pulled away in a cloud of dust, the big V8 howling and slinging gravel. I got to the end of the field, but then with an evil grin, I went about another hundred yards. I knew it would take her a while to worm her way, naked as a jaybird, through all of those rows. She’d then have to negotiate the barb wire and run down the shoulder in her birthday suit. Traffic was very light on this country road, so I figured she’d have a good chance of making it to her car without being spotted. That was about all the charity I could summon up at that point.

I pulled my Schwinn out of the trunk and twenty minutes later I was riding past Wendy’s place on the way home. She was standing at the end of the driveway with a big smile on her face.

“My folks just drove into town to do some shopping. You can stay for a while.”

This wouldn’t have been safe before, with Leah ready to rat us out, but she wouldn’t make a peep about it now. We both figured going in the house would still be pushing it, though, so we were sitting in the shade of the barn when Leah rolled up.

“You guys will never get away with this,” she told us coldly.

“You got to play with my David right in front of me. That’s what you really wanted, wasn’t it? You’re not out anything,” Wendy said. I handed Cliff’s camera to Leah. It was a very nice camera, much more sophisticated than the Instamatic that I used. Only a small dent near the eyepiece marred its perfection. Leah looked at the film window in the back of it hopefully, but showed no surprise to see that it was now empty. The film was safely hidden away.

“Make sure you put some more film in it before your dad notices,” I advised her.

An odd look came over her face for just a moment, and then she scowled and limped off toward the house.

“Will she keep her mouth shut?” I asked Wendy.

“She may be vindictive, but she’s not stupid. She knows when she’s been beaten.” Then a cloud rolled across her face. “David, I know you enjoyed what we did out there today, but I know I was pushing you into it. Now that we’ve had some time to think about it, did I make you do anything you might regret?”

I decided that honesty was the best policy.

“Wendy, you know what our parents said about waiting for marriage. My plan before today was to save myself for the one I was going to marry. I think it’s a special gift to give to a special person.”

Wendy’s face showed mixed emotions. “But then I went and stole the gift you were saving. I’m so sorry.”

“Wendy,” I said, gently taking her face in my hands and looking her deep in the eyes. “Don’t be sorry. You didn’t steal anything. I said it was for the one I’m going to marry. You didn’t take anything that didn’t already belong to you.”

As my word sunk in, her face beamed and tears welled up in her eyes. She leaned forward and gave me a quick, but very tender kiss. “I was saving it for you too.”

So there it was. That was our engagement.

Now I know what you’re thinking, we hadn’t seen each other in years and here we are talking marriage four hours after our reunion. But my heart tells me that there was never any doubt. We had one of those rare and precious things. We really were made for each other. It had just taken seeing each other face-to-face again for us to realize it.

“Wendy, we can’t get married until we finish school next year. No one can know about the two of us,” I told her.

“I agree,” she said with a smile. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t act like we’re married when it’s just the two of us. As a matter of fact, I want to act like that again soon,” she said mischievously. “Well, after I heal up, of course,” she said with a grimace.

“I think I can arrange that. I do have to ask you something, though,” I said with a grin. “How did you get a tan like that?”

She blushed and said “Look up.” I did. The large, south facing double doors into the barn’s hayloft were propped open. The midafternoon sun was streaming in.

“You know how I like to read,” she said. I nodded. We had very similar tastes in fiction and swapped books often through our mutual friend, Rick. Thankfully, she wasn’t into those silly romance novels, though I probably would have read them if she had been. Reading the same books is one of the things we had done to remain close.

“Well, my folks know that my favorite place to read during the summer is by myself up in the loft. I just lie down in the sun and read with my shorts and tube top around my ankles. If anyone starts up the stairs, I can hear the creaking a mile away. It only takes me a few seconds to make myself decent. I’ve been doing it for a couple of years now and nobody else even knows.”

“Well, you look sensational without the tan lines,” I told her, “but it seems like a lot of work if no one ever sees you naked.”

She smiled at me shyly. “I did it because I hoped that you’d see me naked eventually. I wanted to look as good for you as I could.” Wow. She had seen the obvious long before I had.

“David, I have to go in now,” Wendy said. “I need to shower and wash these clothes or my folks will smell what we did!” Whoops. Being a typical guy, I hadn’t thought about that. When I paused and gave myself the sniff test, I realized that I reeked of sex and suntan oil.
I kissed her goodbye and watched her wonderful little walk until she waved and disappeared into the house.

I hated to let her go, but my folks would start wondering where I was if I didn’t get home soon. What was I going to do about the smell, though? I’d just have to hope I could hit the shower before anyone got close to me. I stopped halfway home and listened for the score of the game on my portable radio. Fortunately, the cross-river rivalry meant that the game was the biggest thing in the county and I didn’t have to wait long. From the lopsided final score, I might be the only one at my school wearing a shit-eating grin on Monday!

But as I rode up our long driveway, I knew my goose was cooked. My Mom was sitting on the covered front porch sipping a glass of iced tea and shelling peas for dinner. If I didn’t stop and talk to her about the game, she’d know something was up. Salvation came in the form of our big black Lab who bounded out to see me. He ran right in front of me, and with that excuse, it took very little acting to swerve and fake a crash into the irrigation ditch. I came up sputtering, muddy and soaking wet from head to foot, throwing in a couple of choice expletives for local color. My mom was laughing so hard that she nearly fell off her chair. I was saved!

I got the roll of film developed at one of those newfangled (at the time) one-hour processing places. I slipped the pretty young female attendant an extra ten-spot in advance to get my prints past the shop’s decency policy. When I returned to pick them up, she gave me a sly look as she handed me my triple prints. “That’s a huge stack of prints,” she observed with a wink. I must have blushed deep crimson. She giggled and handed me a slip of paper. I’ll just have to assume it was her phone number – I never called it.

Wendy and I each wanted a copy of Leah’s fisting picture for safekeeping and I knew that Wendy would want to destroy all copies of the ones with us in them. The triple prints meant that I could have copies of my own. Keeping the prints was one of the rare times I’ve been less than completely honest with Wendy. Years later, I guiltily confessed to her what I’d done. She laughed and said that of course she’d kept all of hers too. What a girl!

As soon as I got home, I went up to my room to look at the photos. Exposures two through seven were of Wendy and me in all of our different positions, some from the top of the riverbank and some of them from just a few feet away. We must have been pretty involved not to have seen Leah before we did. The eighth exposure was a clear, if not terribly pretty picture of Leah with my fist up inside her. Sure enough, the frame cut off my arm at the elbow. The look on Leah’s face was absolutely priceless!

I would have to say that Leah was a remarkably good photographer. We could have been a feature in one of those men’s magazines.

I was expecting those prints, but the first exposure on the roll came as a complete and total shock. The idea that there might have been pictures on the roll before Leah borrowed her dad’s camera hadn’t even crossed my mind. I hadn’t noticed when I had it in my possession, but Cliff’s camera obviously had a self-timer. This unexpected shot was a blockbuster! There was no way I could ever show it to Wendy, so I just made arrangements for where to store the negative and prints, knowing that one day I might really need them.

That one exposure also drove me to perform the one and only burglary of my life. I thought long and hard about where I would hide stuff like that if I was Cliff. There was only one logical conclusion, so at one-thirty a.m., I went out my bedroom window. Twenty minutes later I was prying open a window into the outbuilding that housed Cliff’s workshop.

I was careful and methodical, and after nearly three hours of searching with a penlight, my labors were rewarded. They were hidden behind a false back in one of his tool cabinets. There was quite a stash, but I found just the one I wanted. There were so many that I figured one wouldn’t be missed. Everything was put back exactly the way it had been and I was asleep in my bed by five.

After our first time on the beach, it was Sunday two weeks later before Wendy and I managed to be alone again. I got a call from her just as I was about to head out the door for the fields after lunch.

“My folks just sat down to watch a movie on their new Betamax,” she reported. Wow, they must have been rolling in the dough. Those things were expensive! “They’ll be busy for at least two hours. I’m going to be reading up in the loft.” That sure sounded like an invitation to me.

“What about Leah?”

“She’ll be watching with them. She doesn’t read much.” Hmm, neither would Wendy today, and it might be a little later in the afternoon before the fields got my attention.

“I’ll meet you up there in a while, Hon. I’ll need to use the barn’s back door.”

“I’ll unlock it.”

Since the corn was still tall, getting to the barn was simple. I cut through the fields, only coming out on the road to cross the bridge, and then, when I got close, I walked right up, keeping the barn between the house and me. Sure enough, the back door was unlocked. I mentally kicked myself. We could have been doing this for years!

I reached the top of the creaky stairs and started down the narrow isle between the tall stacks of hay bales that led to the small open area by the doors. The house started to come into view, so I dropped to my hands and knees, lower than the two-foot sill, and crawled the rest of the way.

Wendy was stretched out on her stomach, up on her elbows in the sun reading a Clive Cussler paperback, a bright purple bookmark sticking out of the top. Her legs were spread wide and her face was pointing away from me, so I stealthily sat down cross-legged and took in the view for a while. She was wearing exactly nothing.

With Wendy, nothing really means nothing. While she positively exudes femininity, she’s really not into jewelry. At the time, the only jewelry she ever wore was the gold watch her mom had given her for her sixteenth birthday. She wasn’t wearing it now though. She owned no rings, no necklaces, no bracelets and she has never even gotten her ears pierced. This has saved us a fortune over the years; I’ve used the money to take her on exotic vacations from Rome to Singapore. She considers it a much better use of our money and with her natural grace and beauty, jewelry on Wendy would be the proverbial case of gilding the lily.

I was certain that she knew I was sitting there, but as long as she was willing to lie there and let me look at her, I’d take advantage of the opportunity. I hadn’t had a chance on our previous encounter to see her nudity from more than a couple of feet away. Now I could take her all in as a complete unit. The effect was amazing.

“Are you going to say ‘Hi’ or are you going to sit there and stare at me all day?” she asked, turning to look at me with a big smile.

“Hi,” I said as I crawled toward her. “Don’t move a muscle. You look so good in that position, I think I could eat you alive.” Her smile grew wider.

“Well, if I can’t move a muscle, I guess I’ll just have to keep reading,” she said, turning back to her book. “Go ahead and do whatever it was you were planning. I’ll just entertain myself with a little high seas adventure.”

Well, this sounded like a challenge! I resolved that I would drive her absolutely insane if she continued to try and read. Lying on my side next to her, I reached out and brushed a single fingertip up her spine from the top of her shapely butt cheeks to the base of her neck, light as a feather. She was almost successful at suppressing a shiver.

My, was this going to be fun! I had the love of my life, the most beautiful girl I had ever met, lying nude on the floor and daring me to touch her in the most erotic ways I could dream up. Even as inexperienced as I was, I could dream a lot!

I let my finger lightly trace a path across her shoulder and down to the side of her suspended breast. I traveled in a gentle circle around her breast, keeping an inch or two away from her rapidly hardening nipple, before heading toward her hip. I moved over her cheek and then down the outside of her leg, tickling her foot a little before heading north, up the inside of her leg. As I reached mid-thigh, she couldn’t help tensing up slightly. I moved back to the back of her thigh before getting too close to her sweet center.

I continued on like this for several minutes, teasing her with feathery light touches, but never touching any of her most erogenous zones. For the most part, she did a remarkable job of not reacting, even remembering to turn a page every now and then. Finally, though, as I was approaching her wide-open privates for the third or fourth time, a low moan escaped. I figured it was time to stop teasing.

During the last two weeks I had thought long and hard about the things I had been forced to do with Leah. My first experience of oral sex hadn’t been pleasant, but I knew that lovers did those kinds of things. I wanted Wendy and I to be able to freely do whatever we wanted with each other. I wouldn’t give Leah that victory.

My dad, like dads everywhere, had taught me early on that when you get thrown from a horse, you’d best get right back on. (In my case, it was literally right after getting thrown off a horse – a big Appaloosa gelding named Samurai). I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t approved of my using his advice in this particular situation, though. When it came to the horse that Leah had thrown me off of, I’d decided that I’d best climb right back on and practice the oral arts with Wendy at our first opportunity.

With that in mind, I laid down on my stomach between her firm, tanned thighs and moved my face to within a couple of inches of her exposed lips. They had become red and swollen with anticipation and had actually started to drip onto the towel. Reaching out as far as I could, I touched a glistening, hanging droplet with my tongue. Wendy gasped from the sensation and I got the first taste of her glorious sweetness. Almost imperceptibly, her legs opened wider and her pelvis lifted off of the towel to allow me better access.

Wendy’s first reaction was encouraging, so I lightly started to trace the crevice between her lips with the tip of my tongue. I couldn’t see to be sure, but I’d bet that any pretense of reading that novel was lost at this point. My tongue became more insistent, burrowing deeper into her treasure. I really liked the way she tasted. Objectively, I’m sure that her taste was essentially no different than Leah’s, but somehow Wendy tasted like heaven. I’ve heard the taste of a woman being called “sweet”, but if it is, it’s not in any literal sense. To me, it tastes like nothing else in the world. If it’s Wendy’s, though, I’ll be happy to taste it until the end of time.

As my tongue explored, Wendy’s hips began to wriggle. Craning my neck, I worked my way down toward her clit. It was large and swollen, actually protruding beyond her lips, almost quivering in anticipation. Rather than attack it directly, I licked around it at first, only occasionally flicking it with my tongue. Wendy started whimpering, “Please, please!”

I guess I had finally tortured her beyond what she could take because she pulled up and away from my mouth and flipped over onto her back, spreading her legs wide and shamelessly pulling my face down into her crotch.

“Oh God, David, I can’t take it any more! Please do it now!”

I knew exactly what ‘it’ was and didn’t make her wait any longer. I took the firm center of her pleasure between my lips and began to suck on it. At first I was gentle as I could be, making sure I didn’t hurt her, but she quickly made it clear that she wanted more. As I began to suck harder, her breathing became ragged and her moans became cries. I quickly, and without stopping my ministrations, reached up and put my hand on her mouth to remind her that we had to be quiet. She immediately went silent, but then took my fingers into her mouth and began to suck on them desperately.

I still had a hand free, so I used it to insert one, then two fingers inside her. She was wet and warm beyond belief, but even so, I was amazed at how my fingers slipped in effortlessly. I began to stroke her deeply, all the while sucking firmly on her clit.

At last, her back arched and let out a long moan as she reached her climax. I stopped the movement of my fingers and moved my head up off of her to let her come in peace, but she immediately pushed my head back down. Good! I had really been enjoying this, and I didn’t want to stop either. My raging erection was pressed hard against the wood floor through the denim of my jeans. I renewed my labors with enthusiasm and it seemed to drive her to an even higher plain of orgasmic nirvana. Her entire body seemed to quiver and shake as she was driven to ever-loftier heights.

At last, she seemed to be slowing down and I felt her hand gently lift my head up and away from her. My fingers came to a stop deep inside. I rested my head on her wonderful thigh and looked up to her face. I hope to see Heaven some day, but even if I don’t, at least I got to see a little slice of it reflected in her eyes. I moved up beside her and took her gently in my arms, giving her a soft kiss on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around me and her tongue lazily slipped between my lips. Immediately, her eyes went wide and she pulled back a little.

“Is that how I taste?” she asked.

“It sure is. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Well, I’m not too sure about that, but as long as it’s on your lips, I think I’d like to taste it often,” she said with a smile, leaning forward to kiss me again. We continued to kiss each other deeply until the last trace was gone.

At last she let me go and laid back down on the towel with a beautiful, relaxed smile on her face. “You know, David, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about you doing that with me. Watching you do it with Leah kind of made me feel like I’d only be able to think of you being with her if you put your mouth there.”

“Well, did you think of Leah?” I had to ask.

“Um, not after about the first three seconds. After that, it was one of the most amazingly powerful things I’ve ever experienced.” Wendy was beaming with the recollection of it.

“I’d be happy to do that with you any time you like,” I informed her.

“Good. I think I’ll take you up on that soon, but for right now I’ve got another project on my mind.” She slid the paperback off of the towel as she looked at me with a big grin and reached for the zipper of my jeans. “Forget that silly novel. Let’s see if I can raise your Titanic.”

That took very little effort. I was at full mast again before she could even get my pants, briefs and boots off. I pulled my t-shirt off as she took Mr. Happy in her hands. Wendy laid me on my back and slid down to where her face was right there. We were both remembering to stay below the sill.

Experimentally, she puckered up and kissed the head. Sure, the actually physical sensation of this wasn’t much, but just the sight of Wendy’s lips pressed against my member was enough to make my erection surge. She noticed this of course and gave me a big grin. Next she experimentally ran her tongue across the head. This was even better. She looked at me and I nodded my enthusiastic approval.

Wendy began to run her tongue and lips up and down the considerable length of my member, stopping to gently nibble at the head on each trip. This felt incredible and it was driving me nuts, wanting more. At last, she gave me a ‘here it goes’ look and opened wide to take the head in her mouth. Alas, Wendy and her sister are different in that way too. After several attempts, Wendy just couldn’t open wide enough to take me in her mouth.

She looked up at me with an expression of frustration. There was even a tear in her eye. “I wanted to do this for you so bad, but I just can’t,” she told me sadly. “I want to do for you what Leah did.”

I caressed her lovely cheek with my fingers. “Wendy, you’ve already given me something that your sister never will – pleasure. I don’t care if you can take me in your mouth or not. Everything that you’ve done has been more than I ever dreamed it would be.”

Reassured, she started to lick the top of my head while stroking me with her hand. Realizing that her hand lacked lubrication, she hesitantly reached down toward her own crotch and took turns inserting all of her fingers and drawing out her abundant fluids. Watching this, I had to concentrate on other things to avoid coming right then. This was so unbelievably hot. When her had returned to my member, it glided easily.

Guys may talk about the exotic positions and refined techniques that they like the best, but for sheer speed of reaching ejaculation, there’s nothing that works as well for me as a good hand job. And Wendy was very good, right out of the gate. It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds when I could feel myself racing past the point of no return. I tried to warn Wendy, her mouth was wide open over the very top of my head and she was teasing the little pucker at the tip with her tongue.

“Look out Wendy, I’m about to come!” I rasped.

“Good,” she mumbled.

I couldn’t hold off any longer and shot hard, right in her mouth. She gulped for a second and then began to swallow as fast as she could, amazingly getting every drop. At last I was done and she cleaned up the last traces. It was now her turn to slide up and take me in her arms. She had a big mischievous grin on her face as she leaned in to kiss me. I knew what was coming.

Sure enough, there was another taste that I hadn’t experienced before. Not unpleasant, but then I think I could put up with about any taste as long as Wendy and I were sharing it together like this.

As we laid there naked in each other’s arms, I thought to myself that I could never get tired of holding her like this. In my life, I’ve learned never to say never, but after twenty-three years it’s still true.

“I love you, Wendy girl.” I told her, casually caressing her wonderful breasts.

“I love you too, David,” she told me simply and laid her head on my shoulder.

At last, she reached down and took my rapidly recovering member in her hand.

“What do you say we sail this ship into its home berth.”

“Aye, Captain,” I told her with a big grin.

“But first…” we both said in unison. We looked in each other eyes and burst out laughing. I reached into the pocket of my discarded jeans and produced a wrapped condom. She grinned as she pulled one out of her book. I recognized it as her bright purple bookmark. At least we were getting a little more responsible.

“Mine first,” she said, “but I’m sure we’ll get around to yours.”

I had been worried for two weeks about the fact that Wendy and I hadn’t used much common sense during our first encounter, but I’d been too embarrassed to bring it up. If she had gotten pregnant I would certainly have done right by her, but her dad would have figured that one out pretty quickly. Somehow, though, I hadn’t been able to talk to Wendy about it on the phone.

Wendy paused, seeing the look on my face. We could read each other like a book. “Don’t worry, David, last time was safe. I’m glad you thought enough to take precautions this time. I’m as fertile as a rabbit today and if I get knocked up, my dad will give the term ‘shotgun wedding’ a whole new meaning.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t even think about it last time,” I told her.

“You’re forgiven. After all, you weren’t thinking that it might go that far. I was.”

We lay side by side, facing each other. She applied the little scrap of latex with amazing dexterity. I had practiced with one in the bathroom several times, but I hadn’t been able to do it nearly as well as Wendy just had. Reading the look in my eye, she blushed. “That’s right. I’ve been practicing condom rolling on a zucchini. It’s about the same size,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. Then more seriously “Come on, I’m about ready to melt. I need you inside me again.”
I laid her onto her back and moved between her legs in the standard (for missionaries) missionary position. She reached down and guided me right to her opening.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go, just like that?” I asked her.

There was mischief in her eyes as she nodded.

“OK,” I told her and started to apply pressure. I didn’t enter her easily, but as she reached down and spread her lips wide for me, the head actually wedged itself inside. I began to slide back and forth, going just a little deeper each time. I could see the excitement and desire in Wendy’s face as I impaled her.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked her.

“Oh David, you make me feel so full. But no, it doesn’t hurt this time. Hurry, I want to feel all of you.”

With that encouragement, I kept working my way deeper inside her. At last, I was buried to the hilt, our pubic bones pressed miraculously tight against each other. She gave a huge sigh on contentment. I was pretty content myself. I was back where I’d always belonged, but I’d also seen that look of mischief in her eye. Something was up here and I was going to get to the bottom of it, so to speak.

“Wendy dearest, I’m absolutely not complaining, but that was way too easy. You’ve obviously got a secret that you’re just dying to tell me.”

“OK,” she admitted, in a tone that said that yes, she’d been dying to tell me, “I wasn’t just practicing my condom rolling with those zucchinis; I wanted to make sure that our next time wouldn’t be such a big struggle.”

What was she saying here? Did she actually –

“You put a zucchini up inside yourself?” She nodded demurely. Wow, this was actually turning me on. As if being buried to the hilt in Wendy’s precious sheath wasn’t enough!

“Well, I started with a small one and worked my way up. For the last week I’ve been spending an hour of quality time every night in bed with a monster about the size of yours,” she giggled. “The old guy at the market’s register sure looked at me funny when I checked out with nothing but condoms and four zucchini’s – in progressively larger sizes!”

Chalk up one more reason for me to love her. “I think I’d like to see you do a demo sometime.”

“Mmm. I think maybe I could…” her sentence sort of trailed off and her eyes closed in concentration. I had started to stroke inside her just a little bit and it had become too much work for both of us to actually carry on a conversation. I moved my mouth to hers and we began to kiss each other desperately.

Condom or not, she felt so good inside that I could have just screamed. I thrust harder and harder and she rose to meet my thrusts. It wasn’t long until I felt Wendy tense and arch her back as she experienced the first of several strong, but mercifully silent, orgasms. I stopped stroking and just rubbed my pubic bone back and forth against hers during the peak of each climax, but picked up again as she started to come down from each one. Each time I drove her higher.

I don’t know how long we went, but eventually I started to worry that she was going to hurt herself, as hard as she was straining during each orgasm. The floor had started creaking from the force of our lovemaking. I was finally entering the stage where I knew I’d be coming soon.

“God, Wendy, I’m about to come,” I managed to gasp.

“Oh yes, David. Give it to me! Give it to me!”

Just as she reached the peak of her next orgasm, I did just that. It felt like liquid fire racing down my shaft and splashing against the tip of the condom. Wendy put her arms around me and held me so tight that I absently considered the idea that I might suffocate. At that point I wouldn’t have cared – I’d have died at the very peak of my existence.

Eventually, I felt Wendy’s arms lose their death grip and we collapsed together. I kissed her gently as we slowly came back to earth.

“Hey!” someone yelled from behind us.

What the hell!

I rolled off of Wendy so fast that my member made a smacking sound as it popped loose. I jumped to my feet, ready to do battle with Cliff if I had to.

Leah took one look at me and fell to the floor, laughing so hard that I thought she’d hurt herself. I guess I really was a sight, standing there naked in a Ninjutsu ready stance, my penis dangling with a full load of semen in the reservoir tip of Wendy’s condom. Then I realized that I was standing in the open doorway, mooning the house, and dropped back to the floor in a panic.

This sent Leah into an even stronger fit of laughter.

As the adrenaline slowed and I realized that I wasn’t going to have to fight for our lives, I realized how ridiculous the situation was and looked at Wendy to get her thoughts. There she was, lying on the floor naked as the day she arrived on this planet, with her legs still splayed wide and her eyes wide in shock. Somehow I couldn’t help myself and burst out laughing myself.

This was too much for even my beautiful lover to take and she lost it too.

I guess it hadn’t been the floor doing the creaking after all. We had been so involved that Leah had been able to walk right up on us. Maybe the barn wasn’t the best place to make love after all.

Leah recovered first and gave Wendy a stern look. “You’re lucky that Dad sent me instead of coming out here himself. The power went out and he wanted to make sure you’re all right.” Looking at me, she said, “You’d better scram. You never know when my dad might decide to head out to work in the barn.”

Seeing the questioning look on my face, she said “Oh, don’t worry, the deal’s still on. But you two had better start using more common sense.” She got up and started walking down the isle, back toward the steps. She was heading down the steps when we heard her add, “And you can get naked in front of me anytime you like, stud boy!”

This was getting old very quickly. All three of my sexual encounters had come during the last sixteen days, and we’d been caught every time. Wendy and I were going to have to be more careful. At least Leah seemed to be in better humor about our relationship now.

Needless to say, I got dressed in record time. I kissed my wonderful Wendy goodbye and headed out of there like a bat out of hell.

During our senior year, our folks relaxed their restrictions and we were allowed to go out on dates. Not that I could date Wendy, of course. Other than the furtive liaisons that we somehow managed to keep secret from everybody but Leah, the time we spent together was usually on double dates when we’d each bring someone else. It wasn’t much fun though, having to pay attention to our dates when we only wanted to be with each other.

I finally hit the jackpot when my former band closet flame, Alice, came to me looking to cut a deal. It seems that the two cheerleaders had turned on her and told everyone the real story of how she had accused me of groping her when she had actually been a very willing participant. Her reputation among the guys was kaput. Who wants to date a girl who’ll accuse you of sexual assault? Alice seemed to feel that if I dated her again, it would put the other guys more at ease.

What was in it for me? She said she’d go all the way with me. Hmm. A few weeks ago, that offer would have been exciting – not that I’d have taken her up on the ultimate aspect of it. While I wasn’t interested in dating her now, I realized that there was something else that she could do for me. I made her a counter offer.

That Friday I fired up my Camaro and picked up Alice at her place. I drove her over to the Denny’s on Main and 5th and we joined Wendy and our mutual book-swapping friend Rick for a double date. This was the deal I had made with Alice, I would take her out and tell the guys how she had reformed, and in turn, for the next month she would join me for a double date once a week so I could be with Wendy. Wendy and I figured that the problem would be finding someone for her to bring along when she was really going to be dating me.

Rick had agreed to go along with the unconventional arrangement only this once, but our problem was solved when he and Alice took one look at each other. It was all over for them – go ahead and start throwing rice.

Our foursome was locked up even tighter after Rick brought Alice home for dinner with his folks a few days later. Rick hadn’t had any idea about how his folks felt about interracial dating. After returning from driving Alice back to her house, they let him know in no uncertain terms.

I’m glad I wasn’t there for that one. Hearing about it from him later was enough to make my blood boil. But after that, his parents were more than happy to see him dating Wendy, so our dating pattern was set. It was in the interest of all of us to keep up the pretense that I was hot for Alice again, and that Wendy was Rick’s main squeeze.

So even after her rejection of me a couple months earlier, Alice was my “steady” all through the rest of my senior year. As often as Alice and I went out, our closest friends would have guessed that Alice and I might announce our engagement at any time.

I even found a way for Wendy and I to be alone together. My buddy Larry Kim, who had graduated the year before, had bought a rusty ’66 Mustang fastback and needed help getting it fixed up. In return for my expert help in putting it into prime condition, he would let us use one of the rooms at the motel his family owned and operated. While his folks were busy with their restaurant across the highway, he ran the motel’s front desk. (At the time, I predicted that he’d buy them out within ten years. As it turned out, it only took him four. He denies it, but I suspect he owns half the businesses in Georgetown by now!)

On Saturday nights, he didn’t charge us a nickel as long as we changed the sheets ourselves and were out of there before his late arrivals. I swore him to secrecy as part of the deal. I’ve known Larry forever and we’ve always been good friends. Forget the fabled Japanese/Korean animosity – we’re both fourth generation Americans. We were even the best men at each other’s weddings.

Our foursome would drop by in Rick’s Electra (my Camaro would have been too recognizable) and one couple would run on in and have fun on one of the double beds while the other went for a drive. An hour later, we’d switch. This worked okay, but creating alibis for two hours worth of a five-hour date wasn’t always easy. I was also worried about Wendy and I being seen in a car alone with each other, even with Rick’s tinted windows. It was the girls who finally proposed the obvious solution.

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“Guys,” Wendy said, after Alice and I had gotten out of my Camaro and settled into the big old Buick, “Alice and I think it’s silly to take turns in the room. We think that everyone here is grown up enough that we can all use it at the same time.”

I don’t know about Rick, but I was left speechless. Sure, Wendy and I had joked about busting in while waiting for Rick and Alice to get done, but I hadn’t given it any serious thought. If Rick had suggested it, I would have slugged him, but turning down that kind of idea when made by the girls would have made me seem like a Victorian bluenose.

I looked at Rick and he turned his head around to look at me. We both knew it. We were trapped. We had a couple of wily women on our hands. At Rick’s nod, I took the lead.

“Well, I suppose it does make sense, but…”

“Guys,” Alice jumped in, “we’re not talking about any sort of hanky panky here,” she said, laying her hand on Rick’s shoulder possessively. “You two will have one side of the room and Rick and I will have the other. We can even turn the lights off and stay under the covers if that makes it any more comfortable for you.”

She made it sound like we were prudes. That’s an unfair weapon to use on teenage guys. We were beaten and we knew it. “OK, let’s go,” I sighed. Rick chimed in with his own grudging acceptance.

Rick parked behind a big van so that his car wouldn’t be seen and I ran in to the office. Larry grinned and handed me a key and some clean sheets.

“The usual two hours?” he laughed.

“Nope, one hour should cover it this time,” I told him cryptically. The expression on Larry’s face told me that he was dying to know what was up. I just couldn’t help myself.

“Peek around the corner in about thirty second and you’ll understand.”

I unlocked the door to the room and held it open for the other three, then winked at Larry, who had just his head visible above the roof of his primer-gray Ford. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were just about bugging out of his head. I gave him a big grin and headed on in.

When the four of us closed the door behind us, though, there was an awkward moment. Finally, Alice walked over and plopped herself down on the far bed, marking their turf. Rick turned off the light and pulled the curtains shut, but they were in pretty rough shape and didn’t do much to block out the bright neon light from the donut shop next door. Rick and Wendy’s white faces took on a romantic green glow. Larry’s “Mountain View Motel” didn’t actually have a view and was a real fleabag besides, but hey, we didn’t have much money and it was free.

Wendy grabbed my hand and dragged me over to our bed with a giggle. She kicked off her shoes and socks, dropped her oversized purse next to the bed with a thump and jumped under the covers, motioning me to join her. I quickly slipped a wrapped condom out of my pocket, turned and waved it at Rick. He grinned and pulled one from his own pocket. Trojan Men! I slapped mine down on our nightstand and slid in beside Wendy, pulling the covers up to our necks. I pulled Wendy into my arms and began to kiss her.

It was a bit of a challenge, but we managed to undress each other and leave a pile of clothing next to the bed without ever breaking our lip lock or exposing anything to the neighbors. From the sounds of it, they were about even with us.

I figured that any position that didn’t have us lying down was pretty much out, so I took the lead and started kissing Wendy’s neck, then shoulders, then breasts as I worked my way down her perfect body under the covers. Hmm, this was starting to get a little warm!

Wendy’s nipples sprang to attention as I took them in my mouth. I’ve gathered that not all women find men’s attention to their nipples to be a huge turn on. Lucky for me, Wendy does. Good thing too, because I simply worship her small firm breasts.

After I had my lover worked up into a decent state of arousal, I slid lower, eventually scrunching myself up between her legs as she spread them wide for me. Here in my little cave, I began to devour my prey. Over the last few months, I had learned the particular techniques that she loved best. It’s true, though, that too much of anything can become old, so I was always working new things into the mix. This time I started by nibbling at her inner thighs. After a bit of this, she started squirming, silently begging me to go to her favorite place. Oh no, I wasn’t going to give in that easy!

I placed my palms under her firm butt cheeks and lifted her pelvis a couple of inches to make room for what I was going to do next. I nibbled a path up her thigh as low as I could go, until when I arrived, I was right over a place that hadn’t seen much attention from me in the past. Being hidden from view under the covers was making me bold. Wendy gasped as my tongue tickled her anus. It wasn’t long ago that the idea of putting my tongue there would have grossed me out, but with Wendy, it was all good.

I started doing a circuit, teasing the outside of her anus and then traveling up to her wet opening, plunging my tongue in as deep as I could. I paid particular attention to the area in between. (In the locker room we called this the “‘taint” – as in “‘Taint quite pussy and ‘taint quite asshole.” A bunch of real gentlemen we were!)

I slowly went back and forth maybe a dozen times until she was incredibly wet. She was moaning out loud now, especially when I rimmed her. I wouldn’t have thought that this would be such a turn-on for her, but she seemed to absolutely love it. I took a perverse pleasure in knowing that Wendy’s moaning was loud enough for Rick and Alice to hear if they were listening.

I removed my tongue and slid two fingers inside her and began to stroke her slowly and deeply. She was so incredibly wet that I could feel her juices running down between her legs. This gave me an idea. I slid my fingers out of her and began to massage her anus with them. I could feel her tremble in anticipation of what she realized I was about to do.

I ran the tip of my index finger around and around the rim of her very well lubricated opening, spiraling down in ever-tighter circles toward her sphincter. At last I started to press just the very tip of my finger inside. Her body tensed. I began to very gradually move my fingertip in and out, just a little bit at a time. Gradually, she relaxed and I slipped my finger in deeper. Soon, the wiggling of her hips told me that she was accepting, and even enjoying what I was doing. As I went deeper, I slipped my thumb into her vagina, working into both openings simultaneously.

Finally my finger was buried up to the hilt in her tight rear end. I was amazed to realize just how thin the membranes between her two openings were. I gently massaged them between my thumb and finger. Was there no end to wonderful things to discover about my soul mate?

Having now explored Wendy’s previously unplumbed depths, I began to stroke my thumb and finger in and out, just a little at first, but then more fully as she became more accustomed to the new sensation. Soon, she was moving her hips to meet my thrusts and moaning again.

At last, I decided that Wendy deserved the thing that she loved best. I found her navel with my tongue, giving it a good once over, and then slowly worked it lower and lower until at last it began to flick, and then caress, her swollen, extended clitoris. She actually cried out as I took it between my lips and began nursing on it, still thrusting into her twin depths. Her reaction to my lips was immediate. She began slowly grinding her pelvis against my face and her noise level went up dramatically. Of all the things we did together, is the one I loved the best.

The only problem I had was the incredible build up of heat under the covers from our two straining bodies. I was so excited by how much pleasure she seemed to be taking from my actions that I decided to throw all modesty to the wind. I slid my other hand from underneath her and awkwardly started working the covers off of us. She pitched in with her feet as much as she could and at last the covers were in a pile at the foot of the bed. There, that was much better! My free hand was put to good use, caressing her breasts and sliding in long, lingering strokes up and down her body.

I knew Wendy’s signals well enough to know that she was nearing her first climax of the night. Even so, I couldn’t help lifting my eyes to check out what was going on over at the neighbors. Whoa! They had gotten practical and kicked off the covers before we had. Rick was lying back on a pillow, and Alice was giving him a blowjob. Despite Rick being six foot three and forty pounds heavier than my own one eighty, his penis was slim and at best about five inches long. Who knew?

Alice certainly didn’t seem to mind. She was licking the head, and then as I watched, she took all of him in her mouth, clear down to the base, and moved her head up and down in short, fast stokes. Rick was massaging and squeezing her large, soft breasts. Having felt those breasts myself, I was glad for her that she had found someone who obviously liked them that big. Rick caught me looking and gave me a big, shit-eating grin. The two of them were a very erotic sight, but I returned my full attention back to Wendy.
Wendy was just starting to orgasm, and her first shudders sent chills through me. There’s nothing I like better than feeling her come. I kept with her, reading each wave of her pleasure, driving her ever higher, and then keeping her at the top for as long as I could. I’ll bet she was in the full peak of her ecstasy for over a minute before she finally started to ride the crest down the other side. I was ready to start her up again, when her arms guided me to move up and lay down at her side.

Wendy wrapped her arms around me and held me tight, rolling up onto her side so that we were face to face. We slid together to maximize our skin contact. This felt so good I could have just melted into her.

“David,” she whispered into my ear, “I don’t want to know what kind of deal you made with Lucifer to learn how to do things like that. Anything better would probably kill me!”

I kissed her, and then whispered back. “No deals were necessary, Wendy. You just bring out the devil in me.”

We lay like that for a couple of minutes, just kissing and scratching each other’s backs. Then she looked at me with mischief in her eyes.

“David, a few months ago, you made a request of me that I haven’t fulfilled yet. I don’t think Rick and Alice will mind if I do it now.”

I had no clue what she was talking about, but she rolled away from me and reached toward the floor. When she came up with two zucchinis and a couple of condoms, I remembered our little conversation in the loft. She wasn’t really going to do the demo here, was she? I hadn’t realized that Wendy was an exhibitionist!

I knew better than to try to talk her out of it though, and took a quick peek to see what our roommates were doing. Rick was still on his back, eyes closed now. Alice was sitting up on his hips, facing his feet, bouncing up and down in short, quick strokes. Now was as good a time as any if Wendy was going demonstrate her prowess with veggies.

Wendy moved up and partially reclined against the battered headboard as I moved to the foot of the bed to give her plenty of room. Neatly rolling the first condom over the smaller of the two zucchinis, she grinned at me and said, “A girl has to be careful; you never know what they spray these things with!” She moved the tip of it to her still sopping-wet opening and began to teasingly rub it around, spreading the moisture. She began to rub the sides of it up against her labia and rotated it all around, making sure that the whole thing was generously lubricated. I was kneeling between her feet, watching in total fascination. This was going to be so hot!

At last, she slid the tip of the dildo-sized vegetable between her lips and started to work it in and out, plunging deeper with each stroke. At last she was plunging about seven inches of it in and out. Her breathing was becoming more rapid, but she didn’t look like she was trying to bring herself off this way.

“Since you got us the use of this room every week, I haven’t needed to do this much. You’re a whole lot more fun! But when you wrestle in an out-of-town match and we can’t come here, I do this to make sure I don’t shrink down to where I used to be.”

I had been struck speechless. This was almost too much to handle. She giggled and continued to work the zucchini deeper. I think she was really getting a kick out of shocking me.

“Would you get the other one ready for me, David?” she said sweetly. How could I say no?

Tearing my eyes off of her reluctantly, I tore open the wrapper on the next condom and rolled it over the monster-sized veggie. When it was ready, Wendy withdrew the first lucky zucchini and placed it on the nightstand. Taking the big guy, she repeated the earlier lubrication routine. I was amazed at the amount of heavenly fluids Wendy could produce.

“It’s not easy finding them just the right size and shape,” she said as she placed the business end of the big zucchini to the place where the smaller one had just left. “They have to have an end that starts pretty small and then gradually goes to the full diameter. If it’s too blunt, I can’t get it started.”

I don’t know how she could speak so calmly. I was cringing at the idea of that monster entering up between her slim thighs. Her narrow pelvis didn’t look like it could accommodate the intrusion of foreign object of that magnitude.

We glanced over at Rick and Alice. They were going flat out in the missionary position and he was pumping for all he was worth. Her voluminous breasts were squeezed flat between their chests as he kissed her and pounded his hips for all he was worth. She was the one who was making all of the noise now.

I turned back to Wendy. She watched the happy couple for a moment longer and then returned her eyes to me.

“Here’s goes nothing,” she said.

The first inch of the zucchini slipped in easily. It was about the same girth as the middle of its smaller brother. As Wendy gradually eased more of it inside, I could see her delicate folds open more and more to allow its passage. Wendy moved it in and out and ever so slowly; more and more of it disappeared inside. Her inner lips were finally stretched to almost the thinness that I had seen them the first time I entered her on our little beach, but the thickest part of the vegetable was now inside.

“God, that’s tight!” she murmured. Then looking at me, she said, “You might want to grab that condom of yours.”

I wasted no time in rolling the reservoir tip, “Ribbed, for her pleasure”, rubber down over my very aroused member. Mr. Happy hadn’t had any action yet tonight, but I knew from experience that if Wendy delayed his entry into the game, she always made up for it with some extra special attention.

Wendy had started to really move the big zucchini in and out at an increased tempo. When fully inserted, there was very little of it left to hold on to. She looked at me and managed a distracted grin. She went through all of this just so she could make love to me? I didn’t feel worthy.

“OK, David. It’s your turn now.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but it became clear when she slid down toward me and laid flat on her back with her head on the pillow. She took her hand off of the penetrating object, motioning me to take over. Well, she didn’t have to ask me twice. I moved between her bent knees, gently took hold of the veggie and began to withdraw it from inside her. I was amazed at how easily it slid, considering how tightly it was held. When it was mostly withdrawn, I reversed course and slid it back in. As I neared the end of the stroke, I went slowly, feeling my way. Was there no end to her depths?

At about this point, I heard Alice cry out in pleasure. If the tone of her voice was any indication, Rick had done right by her.

At last I could feel it press up against her cervix. My God, there was only about an inch of it left sticking out. I’d always thought that Wendy and I were made for each other, but now I had physical proof. I’ve never heard of another woman being able to do what Wendy was doing. My erection was so tight that it hurt.

I withdrew and then ran it in to the hilt again, and then again. Now I had the feel for what I could do, so I began to stroke my lover faster and faster. She grinned at me to see my pleasure, but I could tell that she wasn’t going to get off on vegetable power alone. I leaned forward onto one elbow and began to tease her clit with my tongue. This had the desired effect. Wendy immediately started to moan and her breathing became rapid and labored. I could feel the beginnings of her next orgasm begin. Then I felt her hand grab my wrist.

“David, hurry! I need you inside me now!”

I quickly removed the zucchini, placing it beside its little brother on the nightstand, and moved forward, placing the tip of my rubberized manhood against her now very ready gateway to heaven.

“Madre de Dios!”

Wendy and I whipped our heads around as one and stared toward the other bed. Alice was sitting up now, mouth open in horror, her eyes darting back and forth between the used vegetable on the nightstand and the thing that was poised to enter her friend. She launched into more rapid fire Spanish before she caught herself and switched back to English.

“Surely you are not going to try and stick that thing in – “

Rick placed his hand over Alice’s mouth. He motioned for us to continue, a big smile on his face. His eyes were huge though.

“Sorry about that,” he said evenly, cautiously removing his hand. “Alice and I’ll find something else to keep us occupied.” He laid her back down on the far side of the bed and then laid down beside her, his back to us.

I turned back to Wendy. The look on her face told me that she was just about to burst out laughing. I figured that at this particular time, that wouldn’t be the best thing for our friendship with Rick and Alice. To forestall her open expression of mirth, I thrust forward, sliding the first few inches of my manhood inside her well stretched opening. I continued to press forward smoothly until I was buried all the way in her warm, sweet vagina in one long continuous stroke.

It had the desired effect. The smile was wiped off of her face, replaced by a look of surprise. The disaster was averted.

I had expected resistance. I’d never entered my beloved without a drawn out series of small advances, but this time I had slipped right in. The monster zucchini was now my friend! Not that Wendy wasn’t tight; I could feel every ridge and valley of her luscious insides pressing firmly against me.

Wendy gasped and pulled my head down to her and kissed me desperately.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! … Oh my God!” she gasped. “That feels so good I think I’m just going to have to die!”

“Me too” I said, in the understatement of the century. Every time we did this, it just got better! She began to gasp as I began to thrust in and out, harder and harder as her hips moved to meet me.

I don’t know how long we went, but our desire for pounding, thrusting sex seemed to be insatiable. I was pulling almost all the way out of her, then slamming myself back in to the hilt, over and over. Wendy just couldn’t get enough, urging me to go faster and faster.

The feeling was gloriously intense, but eventually I was nearing exhaustion. Just then Wendy wrapped her arms tight around me and sobbed “Oh God, David, I’m going to come. Please come with me! Oh God! Oh God!” Her voice filled the room.

Wow! Wendy was usually not terribly vocal, but the sudden surprise of me entering her so quickly and the power of our sex seemed to have opened the floodgates.

“Oh, Wendy Girl, I’m going to come in you now!” I managed as I felt the moment of inevitability approach.

Wendy began to shudder and shake as her climax hit her like a Greyhound bus. I was only seconds behind as I felt my semen pound into my rubber. Wendy kissed me so hard I thought she would suck my entire face inside her sweet mouth.

“OH GOD!!” Wendy screamed, separating her lips from mine only enough to form the words. I silently seconded the motion.

We collapsed together. I barely had enough strength left take some of my weight on my elbows to avoid crushing her. After a minute or two I could feel my erection starting to subside, so I pulled out and laid down on my side next to her. My head was on her shoulder and I was absently sucking on one of her perfect nipples. I was utterly and completely drained.

“What’s the worst thing about being an Atheist?” a male voice asked.

I languidly focused my eyes on the other side of the room. Rick was sitting on their bed, back against the wall, facing us. Alice was sitting between his legs, leaned back against his chest, legs spread wide. I casually noticed that one of his hands was fondling her breasts, and the other was moving with a purpose, down in her crotch. I also noticed that her genitals were small, more like that of a prepubescent child. I began to understand another aspect of the attraction between Rick and Alice. They seemed to be made for each other too. Alice’s eyes were closed and her face told me that she was only a hairsbreadth away from reaching her own personal heaven.

“…no one to talk to during an orgasm,” he answered himself.

I was sure I would laugh at that one later when I had the energy. It was pretty good. So was Alice’s orgasm when it came. She was silent this time, but she tensed up so much that I made a private bet with myself that she’d have serious whiplash symptoms in the morning.

After that, it was never a question that we’d all share the room. I think all of us became comfortable with mild voyeurism, but we never even considered swapping. Alice was scared to death of getting anywhere near my oversized unit and I’m sure that Rick would have felt a little inadequate trying to plumb Wendy’s depths. It worked out rather well, I’d say.

We went on like that for the rest of our senior year. Somehow we managed to keep the whole thing from getting out.

The only really tough part for me was having Rick take my fiancé to the Centerville High prom. Wendy told me, though, that having that husky blonde farm boy show up at their front door in a tux did wonders for reducing Cliff’s suspicions about me. I’d also have to say that I enjoyed dancing with Alice during our own Prom. What a fantastic dancer she was! She somehow pulled me up out of my usual two-left-feet clumsiness and we had a really great, if chaste, evening.

After graduation, though, Wendy and I knew that we couldn’t hide much longer. I had been accepted to MIT on an academic scholarship and we weren’t about to spend the next four years apart. A year of devotion to each other had convinced us that we needed to come out of the dark.

I sat my folks down at the kitchen table to give them the news.

“Mom and Dad, I’m getting married.” My mom seemed a little surprised. Well, okay, her jaw hit the floor. She sputtered, trying to think of something to say. She didn’t look especially happy for me. My dad? Well, he might have been born right here in Dawson County, but he can still be inscrutable with the best of them.

“What about college? Don’t you want to further your education?” my mom asked.

“Mom, it’s not like it was back in the fifties. Married couples go to college all the time now. Besides, if I’m married, I won’t be tempted to go to those crazy parties and run around with wild women like you and Dad worry about.” My dad nodded. By his nature, he always held back in our three way conversations, but always seemed to eventually come up with the one point that was the most important. I could tell that I had scored with that argument.

“Well, that’s true I suppose,” she allowed, “but are you sure you really love her?”

“I love her in ways that I didn’t even know it was possible to love. We’ve only been dating for about nine months, but we’ve been best friends for years.”

My mom was still trying to think of something to use to talk her impulsive son out of it.

“But what’s Alice going to be doing while you’re studying. With her grades, she’ll never be accepted into college. She didn’t even graduate.”

Her confusion on who we were talking about was perfectly understandable; I’d had Alice over for dinner with my folks a couple of times and I could tell that they really liked her. I hadn’t dared tell my folks that Alice was just a cover for my serious relationship with Wendy.

My parents had been openly worried about my dating someone who obviously had so little interest in her own education. Alice’s brother Raul had been the class valedictorian the year before, but none of us could get Alice to care about school. Thankfully, after she eloped with Rick the day after graduation, his parents had given in to the inevitable and accepted her into the family. Even with her being as poor a student as she was, there was no doubt that she would be a wonderful farmer’s wife for Rick. She was rapidly winning Rick’s folks over.

But all that was neither here nor there for the purposes of this conversation.

“Mom, I’m not marrying Alice, she married Rick two weeks ago. I’m marrying Wendy.”

You could have heard a pin drop. The tick-tock from Great Grandma Gentilini’s clock suddenly seemed deafening. My mom finally gathered her wits back to her.

“Don’t you think this is rather sudden? I haven’t so much as seen the Johnson girl in years. How well do you know her?”

“Mom and Dad, we’ve been engaged since September. There’s a very good reason why we couldn’t tell anyone what was going on.” I had to tell them about Cliff and the reason that Wendy and I had kept our relationship quiet. I left out the part about what Wendy and I did when we were alone, as well as the magnitude of the danger that Cliff posed, but it was still bad enough.

Forget his inscrutable demeanor, my dad was mad as hell that Cliff had threatened me over my race. He was ready to go down there and use some of his Marine hand-to-hand combat skills on him. My dad and Cliff had never gotten along. This was unusual, because my dad gets along with everyone, but I have no doubt that he could have taken Cliff in a fair fight. My dad is one tough hombre.

“Dad, it’s been almost four years and he was drunk at the time. I’m sure Wendy and her mom will bring him around.” My dad finally agreed to sit tight for now.

It wasn’t exactly the kind of wedding announcement that a mom and dad hope for, but my folks are practical people. I knew they’d see the light. Sure enough, my mom got up off of her chair, came over and gave me a big hug.

“Well, if the two of you can work as hard at being good to each other as you have at keeping a secret, I think you’ll do just fine,” she finally pronounced with a smile and a hug. “I always thought Wendy was such a nice girl. We’ll all be happy to welcome her into our family.” My Dad came over and gave us both a big bear hug. I realized that there were happy tears in both of their eyes. Well okay, mine too.

I knew it wouldn’t go so easily for Wendy.

She told her mom first, giving her the whole story, leaving out only the part about Leah, the photos and the day on the beach.

“Hon, your dad won’t like this at all,” Susan warned her daughter. “I’ll tell him myself first, but I think that you two should get out of town for tonight. He’ll be furious for a while, but maybe I can eventually get him to be reasonable. David’s always been such a good boy, I hope Cliff will come around.”

That wasn’t a good sign if Wendy’s mom didn’t think it was safe for us to be in the same town when Cliff found out about us. I had serious doubts about Susan’s ability to talk any sense into his thick skull, but I figured that Wendy’s mom knew Cliff best. We took her advice, and when Wendy called her mom from our motel room over in Clarksville the next afternoon, Susan said that Cliff had listened to reason and was ready to welcome me into the family. She said that he’d suggested that we should all get together for dinner the next day, my parents included, and get to know each other better. I had my suspicions about Cliff’s sincerity, but you can’t run and hide your whole life.

I dropped Wendy off at her place that evening and headed home. Later that evening I went out back to do my chores. I’d just finished up and was about to turn off the lights in the barn, when I heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped, right behind me.

“Cliff, is that you?” I managed to croak, not moving a muscle.

“You had to know that I’d come looking for you, you little gook! I told you I’d kill you both if you messed with her!”

“Have you hurt her, Cliff?”

“Not yet, but she’s next. You should have left her alone. Now you’re both going to pay.”

“Cliff, let’s be reasonable. You don’t need to do this. I love your daughter, nobody could ever treat Wendy better than I will.” My words fell on deaf ears.
“Turn around,” he demanded, “I want you to see what’s coming.”

I did, and sure enough, he had that Mossberg at his shoulder, aimed right at my face. I’m no coward, but there was no physical way I could cover the ten feet between us and take it away from him. He had the drop on me. I was going to have to try to talk him out of it.

“If you pull that trigger, you’ll spend the rest of your life in jail,” I told him, keeping my voice as calm and reasonable as I could.

“Better than having a gook doin’ my daughter” he growled. His finger started to tighten on the trigger. Now I had nothing to lose, I had to play my wildcard.

“Does Leah spit or does she swallow when she sucks your dick?” I asked him, faking a confidence that I definitely didn’t feel.

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” he demanded angrily. I could tell that there was just a shade of fear in his voice though. I could see his trigger finger ease up slightly. With an effort, I tore my focus away from the gun and looked him straight in the eye.

“I’ve got a photo of you leaning back against the pool table in the rec room with your dick in her mouth. There’s also another one from years ago of you bending her over the workbench in your shop with your dick up inside her. She must have been, what, eleven or twelve years old? A lawyer over in Omaha has that one. If anything happens to me, Susan and the cops will both receive registered letters with copies of it.”

“You’re bluffing. Leah must have just told you one of her crazy made-up stories. That little brat’s always sayin’ shit to get attention.”

I wasn’t bluffing. I called the lawyer once a month to check in. If I didn’t, he had instructions to investigate why not. The letters were already sealed and addressed, ready to go.

That first exposure on the roll had been a shock, Cliff had used the self-timer on his Nikon to record himself having sex with his oldest daughter. Leah had used that same roll to photograph us on the beach. But around our parts, a nineteen year old having oral sex with her father was disgusting, not criminal. What it had done, though, was tip me to the idea that there might be older pictures. Even at the time I stole it from his workshop, I knew that the picture of him having intercourse a nude, pre-pubescent Leah was my ticket to a life with Wendy. I had thought about using it sooner so that Wendy and I wouldn’t have to sneak around, but I didn’t feel right about confronting a man with that kind of thing unless I really needed to. Now I needed to.

“I’m not bluffing, Cliff. In the rec room picture you were sticking out your tongue at the camera.” His face went pale. He remembered doing that and I guessed that he had always wondered where that exposure went. Now he knew I had the pictures. “Child molesters don’t do well in prison,” I added helpfully.

Slowly, the muzzle of the gun dropped away. I silently breathed a sigh of relief. But then he did something I would never have anticipated. He turned the gun and placed the muzzle right up under his own chin.

“What are you doing, Cliff?”

“I can’t face my wife if she finds out,” he said. “I was drunk and Susan was out of town. I don’t know what made me do it.”

That surprised me. I knew he had his wife cowed to the point where she wouldn’t even report his beating of Wendy. Maybe there were things Susan wouldn’t put up with.

“Cliff, I don’t need to know any of this.”

He evidently thought I did. The shame on his face was plain to see. “I only forced her the once. Swear to God, after the first time she was the one who wanted to keep doin’ it. She said she’d tell her mom if I didn’t.” Knowing Leah, I could easily believe that. He looked at me, almost seeking absolution.

While his death would make my life a lot simpler and safer, Wendy still loved her dad, warts and all. His dead body in our barn would take some explaining, too. I had to try to stop him. “We all make mistakes. Has she forgiven you?”

“Forgiven me? We’re still doin’ it. I told her after the first time that I didn’t want to do it anymore, but she still says we ain’t doin’ anything wrong. She’s the one that wanted the pictures.” I could tell that that was the worst part for him, that his oldest daughter was perverted enough to think that kind of thing was all right.

“I’m not about to judge you, Cliff. If you back off and leave us alone, I’ll just forget that any of this ever happened. I won’t even tell Wendy about the picture.”

“She doesn’t know you have it?”

“It’s not the kind of thing that a girl needs to know about her dad. I know you never did anything like that to her. If you had, she’d have told me.” All the pictures in his stash had been of him and Leah. The look on his face confirmed to my satisfaction that hadn’t molested Wendy.

Slowly, the muzzle of the gun came down. He knew that I had him, but he just couldn’t let it go without a parting shot.

“Have you two been messin’ around?”

Screw honesty here, I didn’t owe him a damn thing. I shook my head. “Our wedding night will be our first time.”

He looked doubtful, but then evidently decided to let it go.

“All right, you got a deal. I’ll let you have my daughter. But if that picture ever gets out or if I find out that you’re’ lyin’ to me about boffin’ my daughter, you’re a dead man!” His brief moment of contrition was over. The big, blustery Cliff was back.

“Deal,” I said, stepping forward and offering my hand.

He slapped it away. “You got my promise, but I ain’t never shakin’ hands with no gook!”

I watched him turn and walk away. There was no sense in trying to do anything about his attitude. As long as he left us alone, I’d be happy.

As I walked back to the house, a thought occurred to me. Why exactly was Leah afraid of our fisting picture? Cliff couldn’t be mad at her for losing her virginity; he’d taken that many years before. He also already knew she liked sex on the wild side; some of those other pictures had involved him fisting her and using various large household items. And hell, she was blackmailing her own father for sex! Was she afraid that he would be jealous of her fooling around with someone else? That didn’t make sense either if he didn’t want to be having sex with her in the first place. So what was it? To this day, I honestly don’t know.

Wendy and I were married that fall in the apple orchard behind my folks home, just before heading off to school. A big, formal church wedding and a fancy reception in a banquet hall would have been romantic, but we were as poor as church mice. The weather turned out to be perfect, though, and it seemed like everyone we knew in both counties was there. Larry produced the ring with a minimum of fumbling, and Cliff even managed to force a thin smile as he gave the bride away.

When my dad’s old high school buddy, Judge Childers, gave me permission to kiss the bride, it was all Wendy and I could do to keep our kiss G-rated. I could tell that my wife wanted me as bad as I wanted her. We’d have to wait a few more hours though.

Later at the reception, after the bouquet toss, it was time for me to go after the garter. Wendy was wearing her late grandmother’s dress, so I was especially conscious about being as careful as I could be. The dress was close to sixty years old but it fit her perfectly – no alterations necessary. There was just a bit of yellowing in the fabric, but it beautifully highlighted every wonderful curve and plane of Wendy’s amazing body. Like me, her Grandpa Meyer must have been a lucky man!

While some grooms just politely reach under the dress and feel around for the garter, others use a visual approach. To no one’s surprise, Cliff had left the reception right after his obligatory dance with Wendy, so I felt safe in diving right in. To great laughter and the strains of ‘The Stripper’ on my little brother’s stereo, I burrowed my way up under her dress, running my hand up the inside of her thigh. Tenting the fabric with my head to conceal my actions, I reached between her legs to give her panties a playful tweak. What I actually encountered were her very moist bare lips and neatly trimmed bush. I barely managed to keep from jumping with the surprise.

Wendy knew what I would find though, and the anticipation of it was probably what had gotten her so ready. Without hesitation – time being of the essence here – I plunged one, then two fingers into her steaming wetness. Wendy has more self-control than I do; she didn’t even flinch. I wiggled my fingers for a few seconds and then got back to my official mission of retrieving the garter. As I slid it down her shapely leg, I dried my sopping fingers on it.

Reemerging from the darkness, I smiled and waved the garter at our cheering guests, then helped Wendy to her feet to give her a kiss. I had been planning on a relatively short, public-type kiss, but she drew me in and gave me one suitable for the silver screen. I returned it in kind. All of the younger, and quite a few of the older, female guests shrieked their appreciation.

Our kiss eventually ended and she whispered in my ear, “Just wait until later, Hubby. I’m going to make your toes curl!” Wow, no buyer’s remorse from me!

The single guys lined up for the garter toss, their ages ranging from Larry’s two-year-old nephew up to my great Uncle Aldo, a widower of nearly ninety years. Wouldn’t you know it, when I turned to see where my over-the-shoulder lob was going to land, Uncle Aldo snatched it right out from under the noses of the younger, more athletic guys. Cheers erupted from the crowd.

He obviously felt the wetness and quickly sniffed the thing. His eyes got wide, then – looking at Wendy with a nearly predatory grin – he winked and languorously licked his lips. Oh My God! Now I realized that Wendy wasn’t the only one that had a family member with a perverted sense of humor. I sure hope Uncle Aldo was just kidding!

Eventually, it was time to make our exit. We had set the wedding date as late in the summer as we could and still be able to drive across half the country to Cambridge in time for the start of classes. So when we got in the car and waved goodbye to our guests, it wasn’t just the Camaro that was decorated. Our U-Haul trailer was covered with ribbons, shoe polish well wishes and was dragging a dozen tin cans.

It was a ten-minute drive to our hotel in Georgetown, but it seemed more like ten hours. No offense to my best man’s historic Mountain View Motel, but we stayed at the Holiday Inn this time. When I carried the new Mrs. Nakamura over the threshold into our room that night, there were actual tears in our eyes. At last, we were together without fear!

I set her back on her feet and started to remove her…


Do I really want to put it down on paper? For heaven’s sake, it was our wedding night!

Ah heck, it’s not like anyone but me is ever going to read this journal.

So I started to remove Wendy’s dress. There was no zipper, just lots of buttons running from the nape of her neck down to the base of her spine. (Did they even use zippers back in ’22?) With each button that I slowly undid, I kissed the newly revealed flesh. It wasn’t like there was a single square inch of her body that hadn’t come in contact with my lips during the last eleven months, but I never tired of kissing her.

As I got to her shoulder blades, I realized that she wasn’t wearing a slip or even a bra. Well, with breasts as high and firm as hers, she really didn’t need one, but what an amazing girl! Wendy had stood up in front of two hundred people and married me wearing nothing but her grandmother’s dress and a pair of high heels.

“I’ll bet it didn’t take you long to get dressed today, Wendy.”

“That’s so it wouldn’t take long to get undressed tonight,” she turned and said with a wink.

“Would you like me to hurry up?” I asked.

“Not on your life, Hubby. You’re doing just fine.”

I continued unbuttoning and kissing until at last, the dress slipped over her shoulders and fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and I carefully straightened it and laid it over the back of the easy chair. Turning back to her, I found her giving me a demure smile, wearing nothing but her high heels and the two rings on her left hand. She was so beautiful that it nearly took my breath away. What could I have possibly done to deserve her?

I kicked off my shoes and walked up to her and took her in my arms. With her heels, we were exactly eye-to-eye. We kissed like it was the first time.

Finally she pulled back and said, “OK, you don’t get all the fun here.”

Slowly, but with amazing efficiency, she stripped me of my tux jacket, bow tie and cumber bund. She stepped back and looked at me.

“Nope, not there yet.”

She stepped back up to me and removed my cuff links, shirt and undershirt. She stepped back and looked at me again with feigned exasperation.

“Better, but still not there yet. It’s not fair, David. You’re wearing a lot more clothing than I was. It’s taking forever to get you exactly how I want you!”

Stepping up to me again, she undid my belt, unzipped and unbuttoned my trousers and watched them fall to the floor. She stepped on the toe of each of my socks, allowing me to pull out of them without bending over. Finally, she lowered my boxers. I kicked them off and stood nude in front of her. This whole thing had been so incredibly sensual that my manhood was standing at rigid attention. She casually took it in both hands and sighed a happy sigh.

“Now that’s exactly how I want you. David, I wish we never had to wear clothing. I love that gorgeous body of yours so much that I resent your clothing for daring to cover it up.”

“Likewise, Hon. Let’s make a pact that we never wear clothes when we don’t absolutely have to.”

“It’s a deal,” she said delightedly and leaned forward to seal the pact with a kiss.

I figured that this was just a little bit of bedroom talk, but darned if we didn’t stick to it. Until little Tommy was almost two years old, the only time we wore clothing at home was when we had guests over or it was just too cold. Even now, when our bedroom door closes at night, the clothes come off. It’s become our way of expressing how comfortable we are with each other and how the two of us are one. Of course it doesn’t hurt that Wendy’s body could still stop a clock. She makes young men do double takes.

I picked Wendy up in my arms again and laid her down on the bed. I removed her shoes and tossed them aside. Wendy reached up and pulled me down to her.

“David, I just can’t wait a moment longer. Please take me to be your wife.”

Oh my God, that was music to my ears!

“Mrs. Nakamura, it will be my pleasure.”

Not waiting for any more preliminaries, Wendy spread her thighs for me. I guided my manhood to her opening and for the first time since our rendezvous at the secret beach, I entered her without a condom. Wendy had gone on the pill some months before, but we had decided to keep using condoms until we were married. Tonight was to be special.

It truly was special, too. I had forgotten just how good it felt to be flesh to flesh with Wendy. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was getting in on the exquisite sensation. I gradually worked my way deeper and deeper until at last, she accepted me fully. I began to stroke in and out, just a little at first, but then harder and faster as she became more comfortable with my massive penetration.

I was just getting warmed up when her first orgasm approached. Sensing this, I buried myself to the hilt and ground my pubic bone against her clit in a circular motion. That set her off in a big way. She arched her back and moaned quietly, but intensely as I took her up over the edge. I kept at it until she blissfully came down the other side. I fell back into a comfortable rhythm and her hips began to move to meet my thrusts. In near silence, we moved to the ancient rhythm.

We had been in the habit of making love quietly for a long time. There had only been a couple of times where we could do it without fear of being overheard or disturbing our roommates. We were comfortable doing about anything with Rick and Alice in the same room, but it just wouldn’t have been polite to get too noisy.

Now it occurred to me that there was absolutely no reason to be quiet. When Wendy’s next orgasm became inevitable, I encouraged her to let loose.

“Come on Wendy Girl, tell me all about it. Is it good?”

“Oh yes!” she moaned softly.

“I can’t hear you, Love. Is it good?”

“Oh God, David,” she said, “I don’t know if I’m going to survive this one.”

“Well don’t just tell me. Let the neighbors know too. You’re my wife now. Let them know we’re making love for the first time as a married couple.”

With that, Wendy threw all reservations to the wind and began to cry out with each stroke, louder and louder. I didn’t have to be a genius now to know exactly when she hit the peak of her orgasm. Her newfound verbosity was such a turn-on that I came with her when she did.

What an absolutely wonderful feeling, my semen filling her depths instead of a condom. It felt like I was shooting straight into her womb. Her magical sheath was so warm, so wet, so deep, I wondered if I was going to pass out from sheer sensory overload.

Wendy screamed out in ecstasy at the top of her lungs, totally abandoning any pretense at self-control. I had never seen her give in to the pleasure so completely. As I held her tight to me and kissed her, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my hips even tighter against hers. At last, I felt her starting to relax.

I lay atop her for quite a while, taking my weight on my knees and elbows. It felt good to be able to stay inside her for as long as I liked, instead of having to pull right out to take care of a condom.

Eventually, I slipped out of her.

“Hmm, David, that feels nice, but messy. Give me a minute to go clean up a bit. I’ll be right back for rounds two through four.”

“Only four?” I said in mock disappointment. I suspected that three more like that might kill me.

Wendy kissed me and disappeared into the bathroom. I got to my feet and filled a couple of crystal flutes with the champagne that had arrived just before we had. The room and bubbly were our honeymoon. It wasn’t until our fifth anniversary that I could afford take her on a proper honeymoon.

Eventually, Wendy emerged from the bathroom, fresh as a daisy, but like me, still as naked as the day she was born. I handed her a glass and we toasted our new life together.

Just having her standing unselfconsciously nude in front of me was making me do some standing of my own. Wendy set her glass down and reached for my rapidly hardening manhood.

“Hmm, do I get to help you fix that again?”

My glass joined hers on the desk.

“That would be wonderful, Hon, but there’s something I’d like to do first.”

Gently turning her toward the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, I snuggled up behind her, letting my semi-hard penis hang down and nestle comfortably in the crevice between her cheeks. I placed my hands on the front of her hipbones – my absolute favorite place on her body – and softly kissed her neck. Wendy made no effort to try and suppress her shiver this time.

“Wendy, we’ve been together dozens of times, but never in a way where we could relax and take as much time as we really wanted. I’d like to make up for that.”

“You’re playing my tune there, David,” she said and turned her head to kiss my lips. “I’m all yours to do with as you please. Since we’ve already, uh, consummated, there’s no rush at all.”

“Good. Just relax for a while.”

As we both watched in the mirror, I began to slowly run my hands over her body. Starting as low as I could reach, about mid-thigh, I began to carefully caress every square inch of her. On the way up I avoided any really intense attention to her erogenous zones, instead attempting to touch and commit every curve to memory. She leaned back against me and relaxed, her face the very picture of contentment.
Moving around her breasts, I ran my hands down her arms and placed my palms over the back of her hands. Intertwining her fingers with mine, I brought her hands along for the ride. Together we massaged her, starting at her shoulders, but then slowly moving down to her perfect breasts with their engorged nipples.

Wendy gasped as I began to massage her breasts with her own hands. Only my fingertips touched her skin, the rest was all her. Under my close guidance, Wendy began to squeeze and massage her own breasts. The look of surprise and pleasure on her face was very similar to the look on my face. My erection surged and started pressing hard up under her backside.

I guided her fingers to start playing with her nipples and when they were well established, I left them there and headed south. Wendy moaned and spread he legs slightly as my fingers began to tickle her pubic hair. I moved my hands lower and palmed her mound. My fingers discovered her wetness immediately. She was enormously aroused.

Slipping the flat of my middle finger between her lips, I ran it up and down her heavenly slot, spreading her moisture evenly. The contact with her clit must have been driving her crazy, because she was now alternately squeezing her breasts harder than I would have dared, and then pinching and twisting her nipples unmercifully. Her eyes were closed in concentration, but I was enjoying every second of it in the mirror.

Spreading her labia with the fingers of one hand, I slid two fingers up inside her. Wendy cried out and turned her head to desperately suck on my tongue. I returned her passionate kisses with enthusiasm and started stroking her hard. The sound of her groans filled the room. She was becoming incredibly wet, her precious fluids running down my fingers and dripping off of my knuckles.

While still stroking her with one hand, I began to tickle her clit with the other.

“Oh God, David, that feels so incredible. You’re going to make me come!” And darned if I didn’t. Slapping her hands down over mine, she ground them into her crotch and cried out in ecstasy. She arched her back against my chest so hard that I had to brace myself against the wall to keep us from falling over.

Wow! And here I’d always heard that the surest way to reduce a woman’s libido was to put a ring on her finger. It seemed that just the opposite was true for my incredible wife. I’d never seen her so wild!

Slowly, Wendy’s hands on mine eased up and I slowed down to a more relaxed pace. She sighed and relaxed against my chest and kissed my throat. I handed her a glass of champagne and we both took turns sipping, and then kissing to share the glorious golden liquid. Neither of us said anything for a long while as I slowly and gently massaged her abused, but always-beautiful breasts. At last our glasses were empty.

She set down her glass and gently moved my hand away. “My turn now,” she whispered in my ear with a smile.

Wendy moved around behind me to try and reciprocate. She quickly found that she was just a little too short to comfortably look over my shoulder. I saw this and crouched slightly for her, but within seconds, she had discovered that her high heels were within easy reach. She slipped her feet into them and moved in behind me again. I could feel the tips of her nipples brush against my back.

“Hmm, that’s much better,” she said, starting to lightly run her hands across my chest. She was touching me just firmly enough so that it didn’t tickle. Her hands felt nice, well, more than nice, they felt pretty darn good.

Following my example, Wendy ran her hands all over me, from my thighs to my neck. Sometimes pressing hard, sometimes light as a feather, she was slowly starting to drive me nuts with desire. At no time did she even brush against my raging erection, but I was becoming more aroused by the minute. Her hands felt that good.

Part of it was the way she was watching me in the mirror. I could tell that she was gauging my reactions to her various techniques and modifying her actions in turn. Whatever it was she was seeing, she was doing a wonderful job. She still hadn’t touched my manhood, but I could feel that if she kept it up, I would come soon anyway.

“Wendy, that feels incredibly good, but unless you want me to make a mess on the carpet, we’re going to have to do something different,” I groaned. I wouldn’t have previously believed that a mere sensual massage could arouse me to this degree.

“Good, because I’ve got something else in mind.”

My wife’s hands left me and she casually strolled around in front of me, and then wrapped me in her arms. The kiss she gave me could probably have been declared legally indecent in a number of southern states. No jury of men who’d experienced it would ever have convicted her, though.

Wendy’s lips left mine, moved over my chin and then down my neck, kissing and nibbling as they went. My manhood was leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on her belly as she worked her way down me. I massaged her firm butt cheeks and then her lower back as her golden globes moved down out of my reach. This was so hot, I was worried that I might lose control before she reached what I hoped was her ultimate destination.

Wendy kissed my shoulders and then down across my chest, taking time to suckle at my nipples. Previously, this would have seemed very weird to me, but she did it with such passion and enthusiasm that I found it intensely erotic. As her lips slowly traversed my stomach, she cradled my scrotum in her hands and began to massage it. Her palms were as hot as fire, but soft as velvet. Part of me wanted to close my eyes and let my head roll back, but I didn’t want to miss anything. I watched her every move with rapt attention.

At last, her lips arrived at the base of my erection. Still caressing the family jewels, she began to kiss and lick my thick nine inches. I had somehow reached a plateau where I was still extremely aroused, but in no immediate danger of coming. Though she had never been able to take me in her mouth, she had become an absolute expert in every other possible aspect of orally giving me pleasure. I lightly ran my fingers through her thick brown hair as she worked her magic. This was the first time she had ever given me a kneeling blowjob, and I wanted to cherish every moment of it.

She started kissing and sucking right at the tip, then did something that she had never tried before. Removing her hands from my crotch, she used her hands to push her breasts together and engulf the base of my manhood. Leah could have done this easily, but Wendy’s breasts were just barely big enough to touch on the other side. By craning her neck downward, she could still reach me with her mouth. While my shaft was held in her warm, soft embrace, I felt her wet tongue lapping up the pre-cum and then attempting to burrow it’s way down inside my shaft. God, it felt so good!

She went for several minutes until I worried that I had become so entrenched on my plateau, that I might not come like this, even as absolutely mind-blowing as it was.

Unaccountably, Wendy reached to her own crotch and buried two fingers deep inside. Pulling them out, she reached up between my legs and began to massage my anus with her warm, slippery fluids. Leah had done something like this, and I hadn’t liked it at all, but somehow when Wendy’s fingers touched me there it felt great.

“Oh yes, Wendy, that’s very good.”

With that encouragement, she began to work a finger up inside me. I took a piece of the advice I had given her on our beach and tried to relax as much as I could. Wendy’s finger slipped in easily. Seconds later a second finger joined it. It felt tight and strange at first, but when she began to gently stroke in and out, it started to feel really good. I felt my arousal rise off of its plateau.

“Oh God, Wendy, you’re going to make me come!” I groaned.

With that, I felt and saw her do something I had assumed I would never see her do. She opened wide and wedged the head of my prodigious manhood into her mouth. This unexpected pleasure, along with the fingers deep in my backside finally pushed me over the edge.

“Here it comes, Love,” I warned her. Wendy somehow stuffed maybe another half inch of me into her mouth as I began to shoot my semen straight down her throat. I watched as she managed to swallow and not gag. How she does that, I’ll never know.

Finally, I was done and she licked my head clean. I lifted her to her feet and wrapped her in my arms, leaning back against the wall to steady myself. That had been insanely good and I was actually shaking from the endorphins. She held me tight and snuggled up to my chest until it passed.

“Was that okay, David?”

“Oh Wendy, that was so much more than okay that I don’t know where to start,” I told her. “How did you, uh, well, I didn’t think you could, uh, well…”

Wendy giggled, still one of my favorite sounds in the whole world, and said, “Just like with the zucchini’s, all it takes is a little bit of practice.”

I thought about that for a moment. What would a girl do to practice that?

“Wendy, I love the fact that you were willing to practice for me, and I hope to God you’ll keep doing what you just did, but I’m not sure I want to know what your practice entails.”

Again, that delightful giggle. “OK, it can be my little secret.”

We must have stood like that for a quite a while, neither of us willing to break the embrace. Finally the fact that I was holding the world’s most beautiful and desirable nude woman against me took its toll. I could feel my penis stiffening and rising up between Wendy’s shapely thighs.

My erection didn’t escape her notice in the least. She leaned back slightly and took it in her hand. Leading me like a dog on a leash, she headed for an empty corner of the room.

“Come on, Hon,” she said, a very horny look in her eye, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to try when we could finally be alone.”

Turning so that her back was leaned up against the corner, she gracefully lifted her leg way up and placed her ankle on my shoulder. The kind of flexibility it took to do that astounds me to this day. My muscles ache at the mere thought of stretching into that position.

“Please David, take me,” she begged.

Yeah, like she’d ever really have to beg!

I moved forward slowly and as I did, her leg gradually went completely vertical. I had watched her stretch after running before and had marveled at her flexibility, but this was downright amazing! Wendy guided my manhood to her very exposed opening as I leaned forward to kiss her. Her shin was pressed tight to her collarbone and her calf to my shoulder, her high heeled shoe sticking up at an angle. Out of the corner of my eye, it felt almost as though we had a third person in our clinch.

I pressed my hips forward and Wendy wiggled me back and forth until I felt myself begin to enter her, little by little. The feel of her in this position was incredible. She was, at the same time, more open to me than she had ever been before, yet tighter inside. Slowly I worked my way in, two steps forward and one step back, until I was buried to the hilt in the warm bath of her glorious sheath.

Slowly, I began to stroke in and out. Wendy wrapped her hands around me and kissed me for all she was worth. My hands were on the wall, steadying us in this new position. I thrust harder and harder, finding to my surprise that I could really go hard and deep in this position.

“Is this okay, Wendy? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh God yes, David. I want you to give me everything you’ve got. Do me hard!” she pleaded.

I could definitely accommodate that! I picked up the pace until I had her pinned tight against the wall, my powerful thrusts almost seeming to lift her off the ground. My admiration for her grew. What kind of woman could take a man my size in this position as hard as I was giving it to her?

Mere seconds after hitting top speed, Wendy screamed out with an orgasm. I didn’t even slacken my pace. Harder and harder I went, like a madman, pounding right through another three or four of her climaxes until at last I could feel myself reach the threshold of inevitability.

“Wendy, I’m going to come in you now!” I gasped. This seemed to set her off again, because as I held myself deep inside her and began to shoot my hot load, she came in a monstrous orgasm. She shook so hard that she bounced us away from the wall and we actually began to fall over. I wrapped my arms tight around her chest and leg and stumbled backwards, carrying her in my arms. I finally turned us so that we fell onto the bed with me on top, Wendy’s leg still thrust up between us.

It felt like lava pouring out of me and into her endless cavern. Wendy shrieked with her release, her eyes clenched shut and her face a kaleidoscope of agony and ecstasy.

As we came back to Earth, I could feel her leg shaking and belatedly released it from my crushing embrace. It flopped down limply onto the bed. As my senses gradually came back to me, I began to wonder if I had just crippled her. Not the best way to start a marriage!

“Are you all right, Wendy?” I asked, quite concerned.

She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and gave me a smile that must have been sent as a message straight from heaven.

“I think my leg went to sleep, because I can’t feel it at all, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

We exchanged relaxed kisses for a minute or two, but then Wendy’s face wrinkled up in pain.

“Ow, ow, ow! My leg! Oh God, it’s pins and needles!”

I quickly slid out of her and knelt next to her leg. I massaged her leg for all I was worth, following her instruction on where the worst of the pain was. After a couple of agonizing minutes, blood flow was restored and Wendy pronounced her leg to be good as new – not that I stopped my massage at that point. I rolled her over and gave her a good facsimile of the massage I’d given her that day at the beach, with very similar results.

As it turned out, four rounds with Wendy didn’t kill me. As a matter of fact, round five was pretty darn good too.

At about eleven the next morning, I was sitting cross-legged on the foot of the bed with Wendy sitting in my lap facing me. Mr. Happy was buried in a place that made him very happy. Wendy was doing strengthening exercises, alternately squeezing then releasing me with her vaginal muscles. I was watching the game on the TV over her shoulder. I couldn’t recall being more relaxed during sex. We’d been in this particular position for almost twenty minutes.

There was a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” I yelled.

“Rick and Alice,” a female voice said.

“Come on in,” Wendy called out.

What? I had given Rick the second key so that he could bring our luggage over the day before, not so they could walk in on us! I looked at my wife like she had turned loony overnight. We were in the middle of having sex! She just gave me an evil grin. The two of them came around the corner hand in hand, Alice leading, but when Rick saw what we were doing, his eyes got big and he started backing right out of the room.

Alice held on to his hand and prevented his escape. From the look in Alice’s eyes, this whole scene was no surprise at all. Looking at Wendy confirmed it for me.

“We figured you two would have been up early and be done with that stuff by now,” Rick stammered, his face as red as a beet.

“We were,” Wendy answered sweetly. “We just never got finished.”

OK, so Wendy and I were (and are) horny little rabbits. Sue us!

“You know,” Wendy said, as if the thought had just occurred to her, “we’re not going to see you two again until Christmas break. It might be fun to share a room again for a couple of hours, just for old time’s sake. Checkout isn’t until one and we won’t even have to change the sheets ourselves this time.”

“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Alice exclaimed, pulling Rick toward the bed. I don’t know whose idea it actually was, but I do know Alice arrived expecting just that.

“But there’s only one bed!” Rick protested.

“Yeah, but they’re not taking up much of it, Hon,” his lovely wife told him, “Come on, don’t be a prude.”

Ouch, not that word again! Rick had no defense for it and I thought about jumping to his aid, but I could tell that Wendy and Alice had their hearts set on this. The two of them had become good friends over the last year and I think they both missed our weekly sessions at the motel. It’s probably some kind of Sisterhood thing that I’ll never understand.

Making love to their men in the same room may have created an unusual kind of bond for the girls, but the same wasn’t true for Rick and I. We never talked to each other about it.

Anyway, Alice was stripping her clothes off eagerly. Rick had turned away and was shyly stripping himself. Daylight was streaming in through the sheers. Since Rick was looking the other way and Wendy couldn’t see my face in our position, I felt free to check out Alice in the nude in good light for the first and only time. I knew her shape well, but I hadn’t realized just how beautiful her golden brown skin was. I also noted that she had shaved her pubic area since I had last seen it. She looked great, even if she really wasn’t my type. Rick had done well snagging a wife like her.

Finally, Rick and Alice were down to their birthday suits.

“OK, now what?” he asked her. Rick had finally turned to face us.

Alice giggled and glanced shyly over at us, then back to him.

“Let’s do what they’re doing.”

Rick looked a little hesitant still.

“The game’s on, Rick. Better hurry or you’ll miss it,” I said by way of friendly encouragement.

Rick was a football fanatic. I was amazed that Alice had managed to drag him away from the TV this morning. Finally he grinned sheepishly and relaxed. He hopped up on the other corner at the foot of the king-sized bed and sat down cross-legged.

“OK, woman, plant that nice young bottom of yours right here,” he said, pointing into his lap.

Alice happily complied, hopping onto his lap and wrapping her legs around him. Rick was quickly engrossed in the replay of an 83-yard interception, so it was up to Alice to tend to the final connections.

I had a bird’s eye view as she took his slim five inches in her hand and, sitting up a bit, aimed it right at her tiny lips. She worked it around for a bit, getting it wet and preparing herself, then slowly lowered herself down on it slightly. She winced a bit as it started to wedge its way inside, but she was persistent. Eventually, and evidently almost painfully, she took all of it. Size be damned, it was a performance very similar to what Wendy and I done at five this morning!

I looked up at Alice’s face and realized that she was watching me with a big shit-eating grin. Oops, she’d caught me red-handed! She gave me a sly wink and began to move up and down on Rick’s shaft.

The experience was surreal. Rick and I watched the game, making a bet on the outcome and talking smack about the players, while Wendy and Alice talked girl talk to each other. Wendy could somehow tell when to do more squeezing and when to move up and down slightly to keep me hard, but never did anything that would bring me off. It seemed to me that Alice was doing the same for Rick. I wondered how long this could go on.

After about forty minutes, the football game finally ended. Rick now owed me $10. Alice looked over at Wendy and said, “Race ‘ya!” Wendy grinned and nodded, then immediately started bouncing up and down in long, but fast strokes. Alice was going up and down on Rick with shorter, but incredibly quick strokes.

Rick looked over at me.

“OK, Davey. What do you say we go double or nothing? I’m sure I can outlast you!”

With the way Wendy was going to town on me, I knew my odds were bad, but hey, I was in a generous mood. Three minutes later, Rick got his money back.
Alas, it was time to get showered and hit the road for our long trip. Rick and Alice waved goodbye as Wendy and I pointed the car toward Massachusetts.

With my encouragement, Wendy had put in her college application – at Harvard no less – and to her amazement, but not to mine, she was accepted. It probably had something to do with her 3.97 GPA, a 1590 SAT and a couple of State women’s track records, but she got a full-ride scholarship. Good thing too, because there’s no way we could have afforded it otherwise. Not bad for a girl coming from a family where she was the first to ever go to college. Her mom was so proud!

School was tough. We had to study and work hard and live on next to nothing. There were times when it was almost overwhelming, but we always made time for each other. Our love only grew stronger.

Tommy was an accident. He arrived during the summer before our senior year. Kids like him are the reason why they tell you that the effectiveness rating of the pill is less than one hundred percent!

Wendy and I struggled, but somehow still worked school into our new-parent lifestyle. We graduated from college right on time, but neither of us remember much about the ceremony – we’d been up all night with Tommy’s latest ear infection. His first year of life was the toughest of ours, but I don’t think Wendy or I would trade a minute of it.

Tommy acquired his four sisters over the next seven years as I worked my way into a senior position at a big architecture firm, then started my own. I’ve been quite successful, designing high-rises in fourteen different cities at last count, but the best part about it for me is the ability to spend more time at home with the family.

Wendy somehow found the time in there somewhere to write her first novel. After a few attempts, she found a publishing house willing to take a risk on a techno-thriller written by a woman with an Asian last name. By the time it went into it’s fourth printing, the agents were lining up at the door. She’s got a whole series of them out there now, you’ve probably seen them in the bookstore. I’m almost loath to admit it, but her royalties have grown to 70% of our family income.

It’s been a sweet life so far, fully living up to the dreams we had when we first got married. The kids are almost embarrassed to be seen with us in public – we sometimes act like a couple of love-struck teenagers. Heck, I still occasionally take Wendy out to the A&W in the old Camaro. After twenty-two years, Wendy can still turn me on with just a wink. But then if you have been reading these journal entries, you know all about that.

So how much of that whole tale did I tell Tommy? Well, let’s say that I didn’t want to encourage him to stray from the path Wendy and I set him on. We had passed on my parent’s advice about waiting for marriage. He’s now under the impression that his mother and I really had just been sunbathing when his Aunt Leah caught us together on film.

In that version of the story, we turned her blackmail back on her because she insisted on us skinny dipping in the river with her and Wendy caught a picture of her doing it. I remember how I thought about my parents when I was nineteen. I’m sure that Tommy’s mental picture of his mom, aunt and I outdoors in the buff was graphic enough to make the whole tale believable.

In the edited version, the pictorial dirt we had on Cliff involved him and an unnamed female friend of the family. I completely left out the parts about Wendy and me in the hayloft and our trusty double room at the Mountain View Motel. Wendy’s brutal beating at the hands of her dad was reduced to a single black eye. Still bad enough, I’d think.

Tommy’s also under the same impression about our wedding night as his grandparents are. Hypocritical? Sure, but just because I didn’t follow it doesn’t mean it’s bad advice. I almost half expect Tommy to follow it.

I did ask him to keep the story just between us. The Johnson family has enough healing to do in Cliff’s absence without dealing with that kind of thing.

So that’s about it.

Oh, there’s just one last piece to the story. Last week we got a box of stuff from Wendy’s mom via UPS. It had several carefully wrapped items that had belonged to Cliff that she didn’t want. One of those things was an old Nikon F2 35mm camera, complete with a zoom lens and the yellowed manual, circa 1971. I checked, and sure enough, there was a telltale dent near the eyepiece. This was the very camera from our day at the beach.

I looked it over with interest. Modern cameras have a lot more features, but the craftsmanship on some of these old units was second to none. There was something about the old camera that bugged me, though. I just couldn’t figure out what it was. I held it in my hands, trying to get the wispy thought to form. Something was very wrong here.

It wasn’t until late that night after getting into bed that it hit me. I quietly slipped back out of bed and down the hall to my office. I checked and found what I had feared. One of the features that this camera doesn’t have is a self-timer. I even checked the manual.

So who was holding the camera when Cliff and Leah were –

No. Absolutely not. I do not want to know!

Well, it’s late and I’d better put the journal back in the safe and get to bed.

Updated: April 16, 2018 — 3:21 AM

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