Jeff - All Eyes On Me 6

By Chess1972

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Jeff - All Eyes on Me Part 6

By: chess1972 (comments to: chess1972@ymail.com )

Friday

Chapter 1

Friday had always been planned as a special day; a treat for us all (except Chuck who had been campaigning to get out of it and had gotten his wish). We were going to the beach. It was a couple hour ride so we planned an early start. Gram had her sale and couldn’t go. The real treat was that we were going to use the beach house and property which belonged to Jeannie, a long-time friend and former roommate of Chuck’s Mom. These were very expensive properties and their privacy was jealously guarded by the owners. I was looking forward to the trip. I was also soundly booed when I entered the kitchen wearing board shorts, a tank top, and sandals. CFNM day was over although I certainly expected to be nude at some point during the day.

Sorry, but I am going to bore you a bit with some background to set up this chapter. Most of this I learned on the ride down. There are no houses or hotels right on the water along this part of the coast. The houses sit up on a bluff and overlook the dunes which lead to the actual beach and the water. It’s not far and you have a nice view of the ocean. The courts had ruled long ago that the beach itself had to be open to the public. So the beach up to a certain distance beyond the high tide line was open to anyone. The rest, especially the dunes, could be kept private. Some of the properties had patio type areas in the dunes for private use, although new environmental laws kept any new ones from being built.

The private owners did not have to allow access to the beach through their property. There is public parking and public access at various points along the coast. The houses on the bluff had high, strong fences, gated driveways, and private security companies which patrolled the dunes area and the streets along the houses. Unregistered vehicles were quickly towed away. Jeannie’s house was about midway between public access points and thus had the least public use. Her current husband (at least her third, I couldn’t follow the whole story) was a rich lawyer and they used it for most of the summer.

Chuck’s Mom had the access code so we were able to enter the gate and park next to the house. We were told that the house was empty ( and most of the others on the bluff as well), but Jeannie planned to join us later in the day. There was still another locked gate and access code to get to the stairs leading down to the dunes. The patio area for this property was modest: a covered, flagstone patio with picnic table, BBQ etc and another flattened, leveled area for sunbathing, beach chairs etc. The dunes themselves gave some privacy. From the water’s edge, you could see the heads of anyone sitting in patio area but could not see anyone laying down.

We quickly set up our chairs and towels, then the girls and I walked down to check out the water. It was still a bit cold this early in the season. I looked up and down the beach. There were very few people set up within sight and none that were really close. Being a weekday in early spring and being so far from the public access kept the crowds down. There were a few joggers and some small groups of walkers, mostly older people.

When I returned to our patio area, I slipped off my tank top and sandals. They quickly disappeared into the bag Chuck’s Mom had. Everyone else removed their outer clothing and I was treated to the sight of both girls wearing two piece bikini type suits. They weren’t too brief but the girls seemed to feel very daring. To be honest, they both looked good and I told them so. The Moms wore more conservative one piece suits. The girls and I tossed a Frisbee, but soon Chuck’s Mom told us we needed more sunscreen. She warned us to monitor each other and stay well protected from the sun. We mostly did ourselves but I did get to put some cream on the backs and shoulders of the girls. My dick did start to plump up a bit at this contact and I also noticed that Chuck’s Mom kept a close eye on what I was doing.

When it was my turn, I was not exactly surprised when it was suggested that they could do a better job if I slipped off my board shorts. I reminded them that because the shorts had a liner, I had nothing underneath. They reminded me, in turn, that if I was laying on a towel, no one could see me from the beach area. So off they came. It felt really nice to bake in the sun a bit as the girls took their time thoroughly coating my back, butt and thighs. When I was asked to turn over, I was sporting a pretty impressive (for me) erection. That prompted a lot of giggling and jokes about whether my “flagpole” would be visible from the beach. From behind my sunglasses, I watched the Moms exchange big grins of satisfaction that they had me naked again.

For the next couple hours, we alternated between the beach and the patio area. The girls thought that the water was too cold so didn’t stay in long. We played a lot of games in the sand then would return to dry off in the sun or relax on the covered patio. I put my shorts on for the trips to the water but they always asked me to remove them again when we returned. Eventually, I just got naked without being asked. We reapplied sunscreen several times which always resulted in a hard-on for me. Once, Aunt Ev applied my sunscreen while the girls were at the bathroom. I got stiff again and she thanked me for the salute. The girls were now daring me to go to the water or play Frisbee with them while nude. At first I said “no way”, but began to consider it as the foot traffic began to thin out. I could spot even a jogger from enough distance to return to safety. I could also bring a towel as an emergency cover-up.

Chapter 2

Late in the morning, as we began to consider lunch, I was lying in the sun on a towel. I heard a woman’s voice: “Edie dear, I have been trying for years to get a permit to make some improvements down here, but I much prefer the decoration you’ve brought me. Can he stay the whole summer?” I looked up and saw a woman staring at my nude body, right at my ass actually. This must be Jeannie. Chuck’s Mom confirmed this: “Jeff, I’d like you to meet our hostess, my dear friend Jeannie”. It seemed obvious that they all considered this to be showtime, so I stood and walked bare ass naked over to shake the hand of a woman I had never met before. It was like it was a perfectly normal thing for a teenaged boy to do.

Jeannie held onto my hand and looked me in the eyes. “Jeff, I’ve been hearing a lot about you and I‘ve been looking forward to seeing you in the flesh.” That remark earned her some chuckles and groans. “I hope you won’t mind if an old lady catches up with her friends and takes a moment to be very rude and stare at your hot, young body.” I’d have bet a million dollars that she did not consider herself old in any real sense. She was fairly short, thin, and looked … expensive. Everything about her screamed money. She was wearing a silk blouse and shorts, with some high-heeled sandals carried in her left hand. Her skin was tan, her toes perfectly pedicured, her fingers perfectly manicured, and she wore a ton of expensive looking jewelry. Her hair looked like she came straight from a salon, cut short and multi-colored. I know that she is the same age as Chuck’s Mom, but spends a lot of money to look younger.

She dropped her shoes into a chair and grasped my right wrist as she released my hand. She held my arm out to the side and thus kept me quite close to her. She began to scan my body from head to toe, turning her head this way and that, taking in every detail.. A tug on my arm told me she wanted me to turn around and she repeated the process, scanning my bare backside. When she turned me back to face her, her eyes were locked on my genitals. She then pronounced her verdict: “ Edie, honey, you were not kidding. He is gorgeous … and well endowed for his age too. These balls are amazing. I can tell he is embarrassed having a stranger staring at him in the nude, but he complies anyway. That is really hot. He is a real find. Jessi will be so jealous and sorry she missed this”.

For my benefit, she clarified: “Jessi, Jessica actually, is my daughter from another marriage. She is 15 and boy crazy. I didn’t bother to ask her here today because I knew she’d complain about being stuck with 13 year olds, but you could pass for 16 or 17 and, if she could see you like this, she would eat you alive”. At this point, Claire came and wrapped her arms around me, stuck out her lip, and said “Jessi can’t have Jeff … he’s our boy toy.” That cracked everyone up and started things back to normal. Jeannie just replied: “I think there is enough here for everyone to share.” I also noticed a little grumbling under her breath from Aunt Ev. This is probably as good a place as any to note that Jeannie and Aunt Ev didn’t really like each other. They seemed to tolerate each other for Chuck’s Mom’s sake.

The girls asked Jeannie to help talk me into going to the water naked. She told me to go for it and give the girls a thrill. She said most of the walkers and joggers were out early before it got hot and it wouldn’t pick up again until dusk. She said that instead of trying to get back if someone approached, I should just head further into the water. There is a sharp slope and after just a few yards, the water would be at my chest. I asked about the private security beach patrol which we had seen pass once. She said to let her handle any trouble they gave me. “With what we pay them and the generous gifts I give at Christmas and at the end of the season, they can damn well cut my guests some slack.” So, I got brave and walked naked to the water. We didn’t stay long that first time, but I gradually relaxed. I noticed that as soon as I made a nude trip to the shoreline, my board shorts disappeared into Chuck’s Mom’s bag. I guess now I was naked for the duration.

To be honest, I was getting a charge out of playing Frisbee in the nude. It was a sensation I had never experienced. I had skinny-dipped a couple times in my life but just with other guys. Feeling so exposed seemed to make my senses come alive. The girls made sure they got me out in the cold water so they could check for shrinkage. There was a bit, but they seemed disappointed that there wasn’t more. When walkers and joggers came along, I went deeper into the water. I knew that a few people were aware that I was nude and a few stopped to engage us in conversation with big grins on their faces. They were nice about it though. A couple girls and women even stopped and told Linda and Claire that they were a bit jealous.

The best encounter was with a couple young women who appeared to be just past college age. One reminded me of a student teacher we had had last year. They obviously knew I was naked and just waiting in the waist deep water for them to leave. They asked the girls if one of them was my girlfriend. They said that we were just friends. “Wow” one said, “I never had a cute friend who would get naked for me when I was your age”. The other said “ Can you get him to come closer and let us have a peek at his goodies”? “ We don’t try to make him do anything” Linda said “but if we ask him nicely, he usually indulges us”.

I stalled for a minute as an older couple walked by. It was obvious that the young women were not leaving and even more obvious that the girls really wanted to show me off. So I took a deep breath and walked in closer where the water dropped below my knees. “Wow, he’s really completely naked and letting us all look even though he seems a little embarrassed.” The other said “You really have nothing to be ashamed of … that’s a nice one”. “And Bev would know … she majored in dicks while we were in college.” That earned her a friendly kick in the pants. Claire came up to me and asked “Can I show them your balls?” She took my non-answer as acceptance and lifted my penis with one hand and presented my balls in the palm of the other. “Whoa … those are some serious nuts dude.”

Claire then gave a quick overview of our week. She described the stripping for them and then some friends and the CFNM day yesterday. She never mentioned any adults being involved. They both laughed and told the girls how lucky they were. “And he’s really cute, well developed for what … 15?” When Linda told them that I was still 13, her friend said “Holy Crap Bev, I’m getting you out of here before you end up in jail”. As they left, Bev gave Claire a card from her bag and said “Call me or contact me online. I want more details on your week with him”. While walking away, I heard “Can you imagine my little sister Joy and her friends hearing about this? They’re getting so boy crazy and they’re the same age as he is.” That was the only problem or exposure I had while on the beach.

A problem did develop however. All the attention, the sunscreen application, and watching the girls bouncing around in their bikinis eventually gave me an almost constant erection. The girls pointed the problem out to the Moms. Aunt Ev said that they needed to relieve the pressure. Claire didn’t have to be told twice; she immediately said that it was her turn. Chuck’s Mom said that she was hoping that I could hold out until later in the afternoon or evening. Jeannie said that I was a teenage boy, so getting off twice in one day would not be a problem. Claire fetched some oil and was soon practicing the slow stroking that she had watched others use with good effect. As I lay there, I wondered how I could ever go back to masturbating with my own hand. Before long, I let out a groan and rewarded Claire with a nice ejaculation. What was it going to be like passing Claire in the hall in school after the events of this week?

Chapter 3

We had eaten the lunch that Chuck’s Mom had brought. Jeannie told us that she had ordered some food for dinner. We continued to play games in the sand and swim from time to time. Linda and I were tossing a Nerf football in the shallow water. She was getting good at making me dive for the ball and end up in the water. As we started back toward the patio area, I suddenly stopped. Something was wrong, but it took a moment for me to realize what. There were too many heads. When I halted, Claire got up and jogged out toward us. She told me that the newcomers were Jeannie’s daughter Jennifer and Jennifer’s best friend Madison. They were both 10 and Jeannie said that it would be fine if I wanted to stay nude. If I objected, Claire was to fetch me a towel or something. I could almost sense the whole group willing me to accept this. Ok, why not?

As I approached and was introduced, the reactions were very different. Jennifer’s eyes were huge and she had a big grin. She looked a lot like her Mom and was reasonably pretty for 10. She had a hard time tearing her eyes away from my groin, but did remember her manners and shake my hand. Madison was a bit plainer and was covered in freckles. She blushed a bright red and refused to look directly at my body. She just darted quick glances in my direction. The Moms all assured the younger girls that it was fine to look at me if they wanted. Jeannie especially encouraged her daughter to take advantage of the opportunity to see what an older boy really looked like. She also told her to memorize every detail because she was going to make her older sister (or half sister or whatever) extremely jealous. Jennifer left no doubt that this was great and she watched my every move. She was really astounded when it was time for sunscreen and she watched the older girls apply it to my whole body. By now, I rarely had to apply any myself. Madison was never able to really look while we were down there at the beach. In fact, Chuck’s Mom seemed a bit concerned that she was offended and might tell someone. Jeannie assured her that there would be no problem.

I continued my CFNM beach adventure with the seven females until late in the afternoon, then Jeannie suggested that we move back up to her beach house for some cold drinks. She said we could use her pool if we still wanted to swim. So we packed up and moved back up the stairs. She had a nice pool with a large patio area with a lot of furniture. She said that she kept the nice stuff up here because the stuff down by the beach tended to disappear. As I admired her pool and especially the diving board, Jeannie asked me to please shower off all the accumulated sunscreen and sand before using the pool. She sent Jennifer into the house to fetch a clean towel and some body wash. She showed me where she had a nice outdoor shower set up at the side of the patio where guests could shower off sand or chlorine from the pool. This all seemed normal until I noticed all the women dragging patio chairs over to the shower area. Apparently I was to put on a little show.

They weren’t subtle at all. Jeannie said that she loved watching a hot, young man washing himself. Chuck’s Mom quickly agreed. Claire and Linda sat on the patio and made sure they had a good view. Last night, they had done the washing. Now they were just enjoying the show with big smiles on their faces. I decided “What the heck … I’ll try to give them a good show”. Madison disappeared (I’m pretty sure I noticed her in the window watching from there) but Jennifer returned with a towel and some bottles. She stood nearby, a little off to the side so she wasn’t in anyone’s view, but still had a close-up view of my naked body.

The water came from a solar tank so was quite warm. I rinsed off thoroughly, being careful to give both front and back views to my entire audience. Jennifer handed me a bottle of shampoo. Apparently, they wanted to stretch this out so I washed my hair. Then she handed me some body wash and I began to soap myself from head to toe. The women had continued their conversation about this and that as they watched. As my soapy hands worked their way down toward my groin though, all conversation ceased. Then I understood. They had never seen me touch myself. There had been hints and suggestions during the shows that I should stroke myself but I never had. While I had no intention of actually masturbating for them, I figured that I could give them this much. So, I soaped up my hands and worked the lather over my scrotum and then along the shaft of my penis. I turned and did the backside including the crack of my ass, then turned back around and, since I was now fully erect, rewashed my front again. After finishing up my legs, I returned to do my dick and balls one more time. The adults all looked like they just won the lottery, so I guess I’m getting pretty good at this entertainment stuff.

We used the pool until dinner time. Mostly we used the diving board. I am not a good diver at all, but love to show off, diving forward and backward with somersaults and a lot of bad landings and belly flops. It didn’t matter since they all just liked watching my penis bounce and flop around. The other kids showed off too and Jennifer had obviously had some lessons as she made some quite nice dives. Even Madison was better than I was.

Eventually it was time for dinner and everyone else went in to change out of their swim suits except Jeannie and I. No one was offering me any clothes. After eating, most of the evening was devoted to dancing. Jeannie had a dance floor with a great sound system. She even had a stripper pole which she had installed for a pole dancing class that she took. I can’t say that dancing is my favorite thing but everyone wanted to dance with a nude boy so I got plenty of exercise. Even the adults danced, after putting on some old style disco type music.

It seemed to be assumed that the evening would culminate with everyone getting to observe my erection and ejaculation. Of course, this was all new and a big deal to the younger girls. How many 10 year olds get to stroke a teenage boy’s erect penis? Jennifer had begun getting involved in the sunscreen routine later in the afternoon. For my last application, she had even ( with her mother’s strong encouragement) handled my genitals while applying the protection. I’ll get to Madison’s involvement in a moment. Jennifer was really fascinated with my erection and fondled it as much as she could.

They finally decided that there would be another contest to bring on my orgasm. Each girl was given a certain amount of time to stroke my oiled cock. I agreed as long as when I announced that I was coming, the girl stroking continued through my ejaculation so I was not left hanging. I had built up a good load since that morning due to all the attention and handling. Constantly changing off who was stroking served to stretch the whole thing out so I was really relieved when I finally reached another climax. Claire was the winner and was really proud of having got me off twice in one day. Most of the rest of the day was fairly tame, but there are still a couple tales to tell.

Chapter 4

There were a couple other events that happened on our beach day. I have purposely kept these stories separate because they were a bit outside the norm and different from the flow of the day. One was kind of cute or at least amusing and the other a bit disturbing. That is probably too strong a term as nothing really bad resulted. Both events served to remind me that I was a long, long way from understanding the female mind, from any age group.

Let’s start with the amusing one. Late in the afternoon, almost everyone went off to change out of their bathing suits before dinner. The exceptions were Jeannie, who had not worn one, and myself, who was still not offered any clothing. As we waited, Jeannie excused herself to call and check up on one of her kids (or step-kids) . I asked if there was a bathroom that I could use and was told that the one at the end of the upstairs hall was probably free. After I had finished, I was heading back down the hallway toward the stairs when I heard a noise off to my left. I looked in that direction and saw the head of little Madison peeking around one of the bedroom doors. In a stage whisper, she asked “Is anyone else there?” I told her that it was just me. The door then opened and Madison bounced into the hallway … stark naked.

She flattened herself against the wall opposite me and said “I thought it only fair”. To say I was surprised would be an understatement; shocked or stunned would be closer. This was the first female nudity I had experienced all week. I wasn’t quite sure what to do or say. I’m not sure that I found naked 10 year old girls all that exciting even back when I was 10 myself. Madison had short hair and an average face. Lots of freckles right down onto her arms and chest. I’ll be generous and say that her chest had slightly swollen nipples but that was about it for development. She had a flat belly with a prominent mound, devoid of hair so her split was plainly visible and two skinny little legs.

Before I could think of anything to say, she spun around, placed her forearms on the wall, and rested her forehead on them. She bent slightly and stuck out her cute little bare butt. I certainly liked this view better. Since the rest of her was so skinny, her bottom seemed round and firm. I wouldn’t have minded giving it a pat or squeeze, but sensed that touching was not what she wanted, so I just said “cute butt”. I could only see part of her face but could tell that that earned me a smile. She stuck it out more and wiggled it a bit, so I added “very nice” and I meant it. I think I already knew I was an “ass man”.

Madison spun back around and gave me a front view again with her arms and legs outstretched a bit and her slit on display. Fortunately, the butt display had caused me to plump up a bit, which she noticed right away and that earned me another smile. There was a noise on the stairway. I looked in that direction but heard nothing more. When I looked back, all I saw was a bare foot disappearing behind a closing door. I never shared this with any of the others but they definitely noticed a change in her behavior toward me.

When we were seated on the patio again, Madison dragged a chair over beside me and was soon staring at my genitals. I felt a hand on my leg and realized that she was trying to pull my legs further apart so she could get a better view. Chuck’s Mom noticed this and said “Madison , honey, you can look at Jeff all you want (we all enjoy it), but if you want to touch him, you should ask if it is ok”. I then slid forward a bit and opened my legs wider. A bit later, I again felt a hand on my thigh and heard the stage whisper again “Is it ok?” For the next few minutes, she gently explored me with just the first two fingers of her hand. She traced the shaft, lifted each testicle and played around with the head. Then she seemed satisfied.

Madison then took part in the dancing and the stroking contest. When it was her turn, she wrapped both of her little hands around my erection. That prompted Aunt Ev to observe that that made it look like I had a real “monster”. That got everyone laughing and as each girl took her next turn, she pretended that she needed two hands to handle my “whopper” (which I’m told used to be part of a TV commercial). I’m pretty sure that the adults were pleased to see Madison participating.

Chapter 5

The second story still amazes me when I recall it, even today. After dinner and some of the dancing, Jeannie asked me to help her get the dessert, coffee, etc. That was fine with me so we headed for the kitchen while the others danced. I couldn’t see much to do, as the coffee was already made and the dessert was on trays ready to go, but I was intercepted as I crossed the kitchen to pick them up. Jeannie stepped close to me, halted my progress with a bare leg (she had kicked off her sandals at the door) against mine, placed her right hand firmly upon my chest, and essentially pinned me against the island in the center of the kitchen. I suddenly felt extremely intimidated. Not physically of course: Jeannie probably weighed 110 lbs and with a good shove I could have propelled her across the room. She said “The others will leave us alone for a bit so we can talk”. She did all the talking however.

Describing this conversation is tough. I think I will split it into the physical and the verbal. Understand, however, that they were occurring simultaneously and try to imagine a 13 year old boy with little experience with girls attempting to deal with this. What was really shocking was that up to this point Jeannie had simply seemed amused by my nudity. Sure she took a good look when she arrived and had arranged my shower show, but mostly she seemed to just find it entertaining and seemed to concentrate on making sure that the girls enjoyed themselves. This was very different.

Let’s start with the physical. Once she had control over me, the hand on my chest began to slide down my body. Her fingertips traced a route down over my stomach and abdomen. When she reached my groin, she slipped her hand past my penis and grasped my testicles gently in her hand. She fondled and squeezed them lightly, then let them slip from her grasp and took hold of my penis, tracing its length, then stroking it in her extremely soft hand. She repeated this process for the entire talk: fondling my balls then my dick, over and over. After a couple repetitions I was hard as a rock, but she was careful to never let me approach orgasm.

I remember looking down at those long, shiny, perfectly manicured fingernails holding my scrotum. I remember looking at my penis running up her hand and along her wrist and wondering if the diamond tennis bracelet that my dick was resting on was worth more than my parents’ car. When I thought about closing my legs, she sensed it. She pulled back the leg outside of mine and inserted the other between my legs, first running a bare foot up the inside of my leg or rubbing her bare knee and thigh up my thigh to my groin. She gradually pressed her body closer and closer, just leaving enough gap for the hand caressing my genitals. The other hand stroked my arm, shoulder, side and butt. As she got closer, that hand stroked my hair and my cheek. She used it to ensure that I continued to meet her gaze.

Her eyes: She made sure her eyes never left mine. The look she was giving me was new to me. As I got older, I was to recognize it as lust, a predatory look that said that if there weren’t people in the next room, I would push you back onto that counter or onto the floor and mount you right here. Her smell: I’d noticed a soft, delicate scent before, but this close, the fragrance seemed to envelop us. I think the right word is “overwhelmed”. I was a 13 year old who had kissed two girls in my life and she was a woman who had been controlling and manipulating men for at least 25 years. I was overwhelmed.

So what was she saying? Nothing particularly shocking or offensive. It took me a moment to get my brain in gear and absorb what she was saying to me. She started out by telling me how sorry she was that she had never seen my strip show. She hoped to correct that soon. “I can tell that you are still embarrassed to expose yourself in front of new people, but I can also tell that the exposure excites you. I can help you continue to find that excitement.” She listed daughters, step-daughters, former step-daughters (How do you involve former step-daughters in something like this? Doesn’t it just give them potential blackmail material to use against you?), nieces, family friends, etc as well as some adult women who would be thrilled to enjoy a boy like me. She pointed out that the audience she had in mind would be unlikely to include anyone I knew. She knew that was a concern and would limit adding any audience that Chuck’s Mom or Claire might know. Her friends lived hours away, attended different schools etc.

She asked me about acting out various scenarios and stripping out of costumes. “Wouldn’t it be hot to strip out of your swim gear for a girl’s swim team (shades of Claire), out of a soccer uniform for a girl’s soccer team, or out of a boy scout uniform for some girl scouts?” She also had ideas for girls’ parties, sleepovers etc, e.g. games of doctor etc where I was always the patient. She even had some ideas for my being a fundraiser for a group of discrete adult women. The idea of exposing me to these other people seemed to really turn her on. The hunger in her eyes grew stronger; the grip on my penis got firmer.

All expenses and travel would be arranged by her. She hinted that she could buy me things and take me places. She never directly promised me any sexual favors. She just stated that she knew that I was used to ending these events with a sexual release and most audiences would enjoy witnessing that, so she could assure me that I would never be left frustrated. Chuck’s Mom and Claire would always be included so I could count on a friendly face to reassure me of my safety (and also because who else had the means to get me away from home and my parents for these events).

Fortunately, I was not pressed to commit to anything while I was in my current state of sensory overload. She simply said that Chuck’s Mom would talk to me soon and arrange a meeting where we could discuss this further and Jeannie hoped I would put on a strip performance for her (and whoever she brought with her) then. She hoped that I enjoyed my day at her beach house and that it would be the first of many. She then, reluctantly, released my penis. “I’m sure the others are expecting to watch you spill your seed again before you leave so I must be careful not to take away their fun. She prepared the coffee and other drinks as we waited for my erection to subside a bit, then carried everything in to the rest of the group. The look on Chuck’s Mom’s face told me that she knew what went on in the kitchen and was a bit unsure about it. I had pretty much recovered, however, so I gave her a big smile which seemed to reassure her. So, we continued on with dessert, dancing, and the stroking contest.

Chapter 6

I’ll wind up Friday with a short chapter. It’s nothing too exciting but does set up some things for the future. We left soon after the stroking contest. The girls wanted to stop at some store on our way out of town. Chuck’s Mom handed me the bag with my clothes in it and I surprised them by simply carrying it out to the car. They had forgotten that I had brought another bag with jeans and a shirt for the cooler evening. I simply dressed in the parking area under the floodlights. Not sure if any neighbors were present for a show.

Jeannie called me back in to get a bag with some of the leftover dessert. One I was inside, she handed me the bag then grasped my face between her hands and planted a gentle kiss on my mouth. This was followed by a second , longer kiss and I felt her tongue run along my lips. She then let me leave, adding “Remember sweetheart, cooperative boys can have a lot of fun and receive a great deal of pleasure”. After the shopping stop, we settled in for the long ride home. Linda placed my arm around her, leaned onto my shoulder and was asleep in seconds. When Claire saw this, she loosened her seatbelt and laid her head on my lap. She was soon asleep. I heard Aunt Ev make some remark about a prince and his harem as I drifted off myself.

When we arrived back at Chuck’s house, we chatted for a while but I soon excused myself to head for bed. I had a long day planned for Saturday with a big swim meet and I wanted to get enough rest. I hugged the girls goodnight, but the Moms said they would be up to say goodnight later. After laying out the t-shirt and boxers that I was going to sleep in, there was a knock on the door and, to my surprise, Aunt Ev entered. She said she just wanted a quick word with me before I went to bed. She smiled when she saw my sleep outfit and said “Watching the girls strip you yesterday, it looked like so much fun. Would you mind if I undressed you as we talked?” I told her that I didn’t mind and she began removing my shirt.

She first thanked me for providing them with so much fun this week, then asked me what I thought of Linda. This all seemed a little surreal. A mother was asking me my intentions toward her daughter as she was unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I told her the truth: I had a great time with Linda this week. I enjoyed hanging out with her: taking walks, having her bike along on my training runs, etc. I also said that I found Linda attractive. She said she was glad of that because she was sure that Linda liked me. She said that Linda had a crush on an older “loser”, but hadn’t even mentioned his name since this week started.

With my jeans off, she lightly ran her hands over my body and got to her main point. “I have some idea what went on in the kitchen with Jeannie tonight. I won’t talk about it now. I just want to point out that anything she plans for you will not include Linda and me. Jeannie considers us ‘white trash’ and only included us today to placate Edie.” She peeled my underwear down and off, then took a moment gaze at my nude body. “I can’t believe how exciting I find it to disrobe a teenage boy. Thank you for letting me do that.” She held open my boxers so I could step into them. “I’m not asking you to ignore Jeannie. I’m just asking you to give me some time, before the week is out, to talk about some activities that could involve Linda and I.” As she finished dressing me, we agreed to talk further after the swim meet tomorrow or on Sunday before I left.

She hugged and kissed me goodnight, then left. Chuck’s Mom was soon there along with Gram. We talked a bit about the next day, then after hugging and kissing me, they left me to my thoughts. I wasn’t really sure how I thought about all this talk about future activities. I sort of thought this week would be a “one off” experience. Well the week was almost over and at least no one was pressuring me to decide anything.

(The End)