The Dinner Date

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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The Dinner Date

Angela Perkins had some concerns about sending her daughter, Ashley, to her sister’s house.

It wasn’t just the bus trip. Even at 10, Ashley was quite mature. The bus people assured her that the driver would not let her out of his sight until she was handed over at the destination to the right person who produced the right ID. That person would be Angela’s sister Eileen.

Eileen and Angela were close to each other growing up. Angela, always the conservative, never rocked the boat, rarely got in trouble with her parents and always got good grades in school.

Eileen even though she was the ‘baby’ sister was always pushing her limits. She wasn’t a bad girl, but she was a very active girl and it took both eyes from both parents on her all the time to make sure she didn’t get in trouble. That gave Angela some leeway to ‘fly under the radar’ as her parents’ attention was on her younger sister. She never really took advantage of it.

In school Eileen did well enough, not because she applied herself like her sister, but because she was exceptionally intelligent. She put in the minimal effort academically leaving her more time to spend on her time shopping and partying. The one thing she did do well on was babysitting. She had a reputation for making kids ‘toe the line.’ She was firm but fair and as long as the kids did things ‘Eileen’s way’ they had a great time.

So it was not surprising that the two women diverged on their views of female sexuality.

Angela married an accountant and her sex life was spent mostly in the missionary position when her husband was in the mood. It’s not like they were not a loving couple, but it never occurred to her that she could be the one to initiate sex. Ashley was their only child and since sexual fires dim as marriages go on, she was likely to be the only child.

Eileen, on the other hand, had a string of boyfriends through middle school and high school and it wasn’t a surprise that she was not a virgin entering college where she met up with her musician husband.

She graduated, pregnant with Laura and married the man the following year. A year later, Ava was born and a year after that, they were divorced...

Much to the dismay of her parents, she moved in with her lesbian lover, Kimberly. She never did reconcile with her parents, but Angela still loved her and even felt compelled to make up for the lack of their parent’s love.

The two corresponded continuously and met often and if possible grew even closer together. Angela was living an unsatisfying life sexually, and Eileen needed the company of family in the form of her sister.

Angela had some concerns about Ashley. The girl was a very good child at home, much like herself at that age and she did well in school. However, she didn’t have much of a social life and Angela had concerns about her daughter’s self-esteem...

Whenever the sisters got together, Ashley would just ‘light up’ in the presence of her cousins. Eileen suggested that maybe spending the summer with her daughters would ‘break Ashley free from her shell.’

To Angela, this was a good plan. She planned to use the absence of her daughter to go on a romantic cruise with her husband and perhaps re-ignite the lost flame. Eileen encouraged her to ‘shake things up in the bedroom,’ and gave her a number of ideas that made her blush, but reconsider.

Angela knew that by having Ashley share experiences with her cousins, would make her a more vibrant girl. She had but one reservation... her sister’s lifestyle.

It wasn’t the lesbian relationship that was the issue. Angela had discussed that with Ashley and the girl’s response was ‘so what?’ It seems like any concern over that relationship were unfounded. It was the extreme feminist nature of the community in which Eileen lived.

The community was female-owned, female-operated and governed by a board of mistresses... all female. Men could not even live there unless sponsored by a woman...

When Angela brought this point up with her sister, Eileen replied,

“What are you worried about? Look at my girls. They’re turning out just fine. They’re mature and self-confident. They are ready to take their place in the world. Ashley will do just fine living with us. It could really turn her around...”

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Ashley got off the bus and was met by her Aunt and two cousins. After signing a ‘hand receipt for delivered goods’ with the bus driver, hugs and kisses and baggage pickup, they packed the car and drove to Aunt Eileen’s house.

Ashely was impressed when they pulled up to the gate and Eileen used what looked like a garage door opener to open the gate. There was no evidence of a dwelling in sight. The area was carefully cultivated with trees and the road made a couple of bends.

It was not until after the short drive through the woods that the full extent of the town was revealed. ‘Town’ was about the only word that could be used to describe the place. Although there seemed to be some nice apartment complexes, some of the houses were well-spaced and palatial.

Aunt Eileen took the ‘scenic route,’ driving through the entire town as Laura and Ava acted as tour guides pointing out the tennis courts, pool, shopping area consisting of a convenience store, a spa and hair salon, the beach and especially the community center that served as main office, meeting place, post office and it even had a restaurant.

Finally, they arrived at Aunt Eileen’s house where they were greeted by Kimberly...

“I hope you had a nice trip,” she said giving a hug to Ashley.

“I did. I’m so excited to be here! Ms. Kimberly” Ashley replied eagerly, already feeling like a different girl to the one who boarded the bus.

“Call me ‘Aunt Kimberly’ if you please. Since I’m married to your biological aunt, that makes me your aunt as well.”

I giggled, I had a new relative, “OK, Aunt Kimberly.” I replied with a smile.

She smiled back, “I am sure you’ll enjoy your stay. If you have any questions about the place, just ask.”

“As a matter of fact, I do have a question. I noticed that all the street names and all the building names are named after women...”

“That’s not a coincidence. It’s by design. Did you know that every geological feature on the planet Venus is named after a woman... either a real woman or a fictional one?”

“I didn’t know that...” Ashley replied curiously.

“Well, think of this as Venus on Earth. We are ALL about females here.”

“So where are the men and boys? I didn’t see any as we were coming in.”

“Oh, there are men and boys, but they’re probably not about at this hour. The men are mostly ‘house husbands’ or partners to the head of household woman and the boys are, well, their mother’s sons... It’s pretty much ‘family time’ now, so most of the men and boys are probably at home taking care of dinner... If the weather is nice, you may see some of them out later on strolling with their women.”

“Speaking of dinner,” Aunt Eileen put in. “Were you able to get the reservations?”

“Yes, I did. We’re on for 6:30.”

“Good, that gives us a bit of time to unwind, but not too long to wait. How about some wine?”

“Can we have white this time?” Laura asked brightly. “I like white wine.”

“Me too!” Ava joined in.

“You girls drink wine?” Ashley asked in disbelief.

“Of course they do,” Aunt Eileen said. “As co-head of household with Kimberly we allow the girls a glass of wine almost every day. It’s allowed since they are girls. If we had boys, we would have to get special permission from the board of mistresses to let them drink alcohol. This is usually granted on a one-time basis for special occasions. I don’t know of any men or boys who have blanket approval to drink.

A little wine is not going to hurt the girls and it’s probably good for them. We’ll let you try a glass too, if you want. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to drink it.”

“I’ll try it!” Ashley said excitedly. She was uncertain but didn’t want to be thought of as a little girl.

At first, Ashley didn’t like the wine, but peer pressure kept her from abandoning it. As she drank more, she began to acquire a taste for it and wondered that as the days continued if she’d actually get to like it. However, since it was her first encounter with alcohol and she still weighed in at double-digits, she was getting a bit buzzed.

Nonetheless, she enjoyed sitting there with the women and her cousins chatting away. They chatted and she listened. She was impressed with the tone of the conversation and how much her cousins knew about world affairs, women’s issues and other adult topics.

“We better get going,” Aunt Eileen offered as we finished our wine, “It’s only a short walk to the restaurant, but I don’t want to be late.”

As they were walking along, Ava poked Ashley on the shoulder and began talking.

“It’s a lucky thing you came on Wednesday... Wednesday is ‘nudie night!’”

“What’s nudie night?” Ashley giggled, finding the term to be quite amusing, especially after the wine she had been drinking.

“That’s the night that the waiters are all nude...” Laura replied with a smile on her face.

“You’re kidding me!”

“No, she isn’t,” Aunt Eileen said. “Male nudity is a way of life here. Men and boys are required to be naked at the pool or the beach. Normally they wear clothes elsewhere although most women require them to be naked while on their property...

On other evenings the waiters are clothed, but on Wednesday night, it’s an all-male serving staff and an all-naked serving staff. Naturally, it’s the most crowded night of the week.”

Ashley was glad she was still buzzed and tipsy from the wine as it helped to take the edge off her nervousness.

The party were met at the door by the ‘maître d'. She recognized Ashley’s aunt and her partner...

“Good evening, Eileen, Kimberly. I was delighted to see your names on the reservation list. I understand you have your niece visiting with you. Is this lovely young lady her?”

“This is my sister Angela’s girl yes,” Eileen smiled with pride. “Her name is Ashley.”

“I can see the family resemblance. She’s as pretty as your own daughters.” The ‘maître d’ snapped her fingers and as if he were standing by in the shadows awaiting her call, the waiter that would be serving them appeared.

Ashley’s eyes opened wide when she saw him. She was excited as she took in the view... However, a mischievous part of her thought that she had been lied to. The waiter was not actually naked. He wore a white collar and black bow tie and shoes ... Admittedly, nothing else. He was an adult, older than a teenager, but not ‘old’ like Aunt Eileen. He wasn’t a muscle builder type, but his body was trim and firm. Maybe twenty-three, or twenty-four years old, Ashley couldn’t really tell.

It took Ashley a while to work up the courage to look at the part of his body that she had wanted to look at the most. She wanted to see it, but was initially afraid to see it, or at least be to be too obvious about seeing it.

Ashley knew what little boys looked like with no clothes on... but this was an adult. Ashley realized that she would have to get used to looking at naked males, whatever their age in this town. She could see in the background other men dressed (or undressed) just like him... some of them older, a few of them younger than their waiter. Ashley knew she was going to be treated to male nudity for the remainder of the evening.

The first thing Ashley noticed was the hair, or the lack of it. His testicles were totally denuded, and the hair above his penis was short and neatly trimmed. The penis itself was circumcised and arced down with just the slightest touch of an erection. She wondered with curious amusement if the ‘boys’ were allowed to have erections and how they could stop themselves from having them.

Ashley’s aunts hardly took any notice of the naked males around them. But her cousins took in the view every bit as much as the visiting girl. But their comments indicated that they were more interested in how cute the waiters were rather than how naked they were.

Their waiter escorted the party to their table and held the seats as each their turn to sit down. It was all very civilized and seemed as though it was perfectly natural. The waiter addressed each one of the party as ‘Ms.’ even Ashley. She liked the sound of that and made her feel more like a grown up. Yes, ‘Ms. Ashley...’ It made her feel important too.

To call him a waiter understates what he was doing. He was focused on and attended to our slightest whim.

The food was absolutely delicious. My aunts and we three girls each had dessert too, since Aunt Eileen explained, ‘it was a special occasion.’

At the end of the evening, everyone just left the restaurant... without paying.

“What about the bill?” Ashley asked.

“There’s no need. They know who we are. We get a bill for the various services, whether it’s from the restaurant or the canteen or even our electric bill – it’s all billed to our account through the town. Other than that, it’s a cashless economy here. We’ll get you registered. So if you are out with the girls, you can order what you want at the canteen or the cabana at the beach or even at the hair salon.

Girls are mature. We certainly can’t trust boys like this. Men and boys can’t buy anything on their own unless accompanied by the woman or girl in charge of him. My girls have authorization for a couple of boys who don’t have sisters, so the boys can charge things to their mother’s account if our girls let them. We even have a special app for our phones where a boy can be sent to the store for a specific errand. However, once he buys what he is authorized to buy, the permission to charge goes away until reauthorized by his woman.

I could imagine what it would be like for a boy to come to a girl to ask her permission to buy something as simple as an ice cream cone.

Oh, this is going to be a great summer!

(End of File)