Stripped For Florida

Raised Nude 4

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RAISED NUDE, PART IV: TRINA
EMBRACING SAMANTHA

Samantha says she was raised nude, which I guess is partially true. I, on the other hand, was raised prude. That is, until the day I was sent to Florida to stay with my aunt, ended up in Gallery C, and found myself strapped to another girl and being forced to orgasm for what felt like eternity.

I still don’t know if what my aunt did was legal, but she says whe was given every right to strip me the moment I got off the plane and that if she could strip me should could do almost anything else with me as long as she was my temporary legal guardian. I can tell you, Florida is not Michigan.

But here’s the problem. As much as I object to having been strapped down, blindfolded, gagged and molested, I don’t want my aunt to be my temporary guardian. What I’m saying is, I don’t want to leave Florida. What I’m saying is, “I’m in love!”

Strap two girls together and make them cum within inches of one another and you’ll have bonded them for life. I know it shouldn’t be happening. It’s all too tright and predictable. Call it what you like, but maybe we were just lucky. Maybe it has nothing to do with Gallery C. Maybe we would have met one another in a coffee shop, got to chatting, had lunch or dinner a few times at one of those cute eateries along the beach and eventually figured out we really liked each other. Right, sure, not a chance. No, it was the crash, bang, explosion, fall in love deal and we both know it.

“How are you girls doing with that double vibrator I got you?” It’s Samantha’s mom, Alexis. She insists I call her mom, too, which I think is weird. Are Samantha and I supposed to be sisters as well as lovers? It all seems incestuous if you ask me.

“Um, they’re alright,” I respond.

“We love them, mom, okay?” Samantha says with mock enthusiasm.

“I want a full report by the end of the week, or it is another session at Gallery C,” Alexis says. “Sorry I can’t spend more time with you girls, but the boys need my attention.”

I’m sure, some more prostate tickling, no doubt.

“Let’s go to the pool,” I suggest.

“Or we could go to my bedroom,” Samantha bats her eyes at me flirtatiously.

We go down the hall and lock the door before flinging ourselves on the bed. The double dildo sits on the floor, unwrapped in its original packaging. Maybe we should at least rip off the plastic wrap and put it on the bedside table so Alexis will think we’re using it.

“Forget about that thing,” Samantha says, as if reading my mind. “I like your body without technology getting in the way. I mean, how did humans manage to have sex before the last century?”

“They did have dildos in ancient Egypt, even double ones,” I say. “I saw photos of them in one of those books.”

Samantha laughs. “I love how you had to research sex in your dad’s archaeology library, while I was being prepped to be some kind of nude model.”

“You think that’s what your mom wanted for you?”

“No, not really. But I do think she would have loved to get my nipples pierced, put me in some kind of beauty pagaent and maybe get me a nude waitressing job back home.”

“In other words, relive her life.”

“Well, sans the sex.”

“Ah, sex. You are very delicious. You know that right?”

“I don’t know what got into my brothers. Well, I do know what’s probably up Toby’s ass at this very moment, but I have got to thank them for Gallery C.”

“Gallery C or me,” I teased.

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