Stripped For Florida Book 2 Part 2

Stripped For Florida: Michael, Book 2, Part 2

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Stripped For Florida
Michael, Book 2, Part 2

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Michael walked among the guests who thronged outdoors in front of the house and inside in the expansive lobby and around the indoor pool. He carried the silver tray carefully and offered people drinks and crudites. The expansive drive inside the gated front of the property was lit with flaming torches and spotlights aimed to illuminate the palms, jasmine and palmetto plants. The party was being thrown for what Papa called his "business associates" and they were dressed to the "T" Miami style. Low cut evening dresses, miniskirts, stiletto heels and strappy sandals adorned the ladies, who also sported large and flashy jewelry of both the imitation and quite genuine variety. The men wore white shirts, usually open to reveal tanned chests, black, white or natural linen jackets, and well-tailored pleated long trousers flowing in linen, silk or rayon. Fashionable leather and snakeskin shoes on the feet; the occasional bit of jewelry flashed from cufflinks, earrings, or neckwear. Michael, of course, was well-tanned and nude.

J had been recruited to assist as well. She, too, carried a tray of drink and refreshment among the guests. She wore a short black dress, silver earrings and high heeled sandals. Michael was pretty sure the outfit had been decreed by his mother--maybe even purchased by her as well. Meeting up in the kitchen to refill their trays J and Michael took a moment to listen to the loud din of nearly 200 people talking and laughing at once. This was the second large party that Papa and Sarina had thrown this fall. Michael recognized some of the people from his photo sessions at his father's company. His sister informed him that some of them were "very important people" in the fashion, film and modeling world. J smiled at Michael, and hoisting their full trays they headed back into the fray.

So far "homeschooling" had kept Michael busy. He had to admit that the last two months had not turned out as badly as he had dreaded when returning from France. The first day that J came over after school his mother was just bringing him home from swim practice. She punched in the security code for the gate, and pulled the car into the wide drive in front of their glass mansion. J's mother, Irene, pulled her car in right after theirs and the gate slid silently closed. Michael got out of the car, naked of course. J and her mother followed them into the house.

"Did you just come from practice?" asked J.

"Yeah."

"You're naked for that, too?"

"Oh. Yeah, that's right. Maybe you didn't hear. The coach caved in to my mother's bribe and now swim practice is clothing optional. Optional for everyone else, naked for me," he added sardonically.

"Excuse me," interrupted his mother. "I did not BRIBE your coach, Michael. I spoke with him at great length until he understood how very important it was that you be allowed to swim without a suit. He said that the only way to allow you to swim naked was to offer that option to everyone else as well."

Michael rolled his eyes. "Yes, of course, mother. She also donated several thousand dollars worth of equipment to the school athletics department," he told J, "but I'm sure that was primarily to make sure that their top notch teams continue to have the best to work with."

Sarina gave him a look and invited her friend Irene to have a coffee in the conservatory. "Michael, if you'll be a dear and make us each an espresso."

In truth, Michael had been surprised at how swim practices had evolved. He was mortified when his mother had informed him that she had prevailed upon the coach. He imagined himself once again being the only naked boy among the clothed -- even if the clothing in this case was the skimpiest of bathing suits. Perhaps it was because one of their number was already going to swim naked, Michael having broken the barrier to nudity, as it were. Within two weeks, 11 out of the 33 boys on the team were attending practice without bathing suits. Each week a couple more boys decided to give it a try. If you've ever gone swimming in the nude, you'll know that it is very hard to go back to wearing a suit again. It is just too delicious a feeling. Rumors circulated around the school that the boys' swim team was swimming naked, that they were all flaming fags, that they had orgies in the locker room, and that even more scandalous happenings took place outside of school. But, being one of the most successful teams in the school with a case full of trophies, the boys let the remarks slide. The coach kept things on an even keel by running rigorous practice sessions, keeping the boys focused on their upcoming meets, and letting slip a few choice remarks about how the girls in school would give anything if only they could spy on the naked boys. "Every boy in school envies the attention you get," said the coach. "They would all join up, if only they could swim!"

The big shock came during the first meet when the new bathing suits donated by Michael's mother were distributed in the locker room. The boys donned the suits and admired the new cut and the smart look. The suits were nylon with no spandex of any kind. The bikini cut was brief, with only 1 inch sides, but offered complete coverage in front and back. When the drawstrings were done up they fit well. The suits were bright white with the school colors in diagonal green and purple stripes on the left side. It was after the boys in the first heat pulled themselves out of the water that a gasp went up from those in the stands. The white nylon was almost entirely sheer when wet. The boys might almost have been naked! However, the suits met district regulations and the coach was disinclined to rub a major donor to the school the wrong way. Naked boys in practice and nearly naked boys at competitions would simply have to work. As word got out, the number of people in the stands at swim meets began to increase, breaking district records by the end of the season.

J began to hang out at Michael's house on a regular basis. The agreement was that she could be dropped off or get a ride and stay until her mother was available to pick her up. She and Michael had to promise to do homework first, before doing anything else. Michael was taking courses through Florida Virtual School online and the math, science and english curriculum was nearly identical to what J was taking in school. She and Michael were also supposed to prepare dinner on the days that she was visiting. Sometimes it was only the two of them eating; other times everyone was at the table, including Papa, Sarina and Michael's sister. Michael's sister continued her haughty manner and maintained a distinct distance from Michael and J, dropping remarks about her busy "filming schedule" and "upcoming movies" and how she was "co-starring" with famous actors. At first J was intrigued, but was surprised to hear that Michael had never seen a single film featuring his sister, didn't know the name of any of the movies, and had never to his knowledge met any of the supposedly famous actors.

J also agreed to help Sarina out with any tasks around the house that would make it easier to have one extra person there most days of the week. It was through this latter agreement that J had been recruited to help serve at the two big shindigs. No doubt she would have been happy to help serve, anyway. She liked Michael's company, and the parties turned out to be fun, even if her feet did hurt after hours of carrying a tray while tottering around on the high heels Sarina insisted she wear.

The remainder of Michael's time was spent on physical fitness and modeling. Papa took him into work three or four days each week. The sessions were similar to the first, but with constant subtle changes and additions. Michael had gotten used to working with Bruno and could put himself into the hundreds of standard poses with just the barest of indications from the photographer. He was no longer surprised when Bruno or an assistant would spray him with something, muss his hair, blow it, comb it, or style it. He'd had his body sprayed with wet sand, smeared with mud, adorned with fake tattoos, body painted, and had fake piercings applied with make-up or stick-on items. Most recently he'd done a tandem shoot with another model, a stunningly attractive young man a few years older than himself. The shoot had started with Michael naked, as usual, and the older teen dressed in leather. The boy had changed into a multitude of outfits, then posed with Michael while wearing a bathing suit and finally the two of them had both posed nude together. In some shots they seemed posed as if unaware of one another's presence. In others they stared at one another as if adversaries. For the bathing suit and nude shots Bruno had them in more intimate poses, as if the older teen were seducing Michael. In the last set they held each other and finally kissed as if lovers. Bruno seemed quite pleased that Michael showed no hesitation or aversion to taking part in this type of photography. For his part, Michael was used to obeying orders. He found the photography easy-going and it got him out of the house and away from his mother's constant analysis, examination, and critique; and her never-ending litany of orders and decrees, which she still insisted all emanated from his stepfather.

The digital frame on the wall at home was filled with hundreds of edited photos of Michael, the green room replaced with all manner of settings from beaches to exotic Eastern temples. It never occurred to Michael to wonder the purpose of the photos or how they fit in with his father's financially successful company.

Late in the fall Papa informed that they would be hosting a third and final party of the season. "This will be the grand finale," he announced at dinner. "I need everyone's help to make it a great success. This will be a more intimate affair. Only the closest of our business associates and colleagues will be attending. Over 300 different guests have accepted our invitation and attended the last two parties. Some of the same people and some new ones have been invited to this party and I expect about 150 guests." He looked around the table. "Can I count on each one of you to do whatever is needed to assist with this party? We will have caterers prepare the food in advance and have it set up in stations in the kitchen. We will have tents and pavilions erected in advance, as well. However, we will need many servers and kitchen coordinators." He looked around the table. Michael, his sister and J all nodded. Why wouldn't they help, they wondered?

On the day of the party Irene dropped J off at the house. Small, square white and blue tents, like beach cabanas, lined one side of the drive. Two long tables were set up near the gate decorated with white bunting and white and blue balloons. Torches dotted the entire outdoor area, waiting to be lit at dusk.

"I can't stay long, J," Irene informed her, "but I want to come in and check with Sarina and make sure everything is alright before I leave. She tells me the party is running very late, but that you can spend the night. I'm sure you won't want to wake up too early. I have errands to run tomorrow and I can't wait forever to start them. Why don't you be up and ready to go at around 10:30 tomorrow morning?"

"Okay, mom. I'm sure I'm fine if you need to go now."

"I'll just check in with Sarina, first." The two headed toward the house. Sarina met them just inside the door. Afternoon light filtered through the blue-green glass and cast shadows across the gleaming marble floors. To the left the pool cast bright reflections upward onto the glass panels. The entire foyer glimmered with complex patterns of sunlight, shadow and reflected light.

"Good afternoon, J," enthused Sarina. "I'm so glad you were able to come. I so much appreciate your help for this party. It is really an adventure for us to host this gala and I want it to be perfect." J had never seen Sarina so enthusiastic, let alone voice direct appreciation.

"No problem," J demured.

"I did mention," Sarina continued, speaking now directly to Irene, "that I need her naked. I have my beauticians James and Sylvie upstairs ready to get her prepared. If she could just undress now I'll take her upstairs and Sylvie can begin work. You know, manicure, pedicure, body shave, lotions, hair styling -- the works!"

"Not a problem, Sarina. You heard her, J. Take off your clothes and let me have them." Turning to Sarina she went on, "I was just telling J that I'll be picking her up in the morning around 10:30. I hope it's no problem for her to spend the night."

"Not at all, not at all. The party will go on until quite late. I'm sure you'll be long asleep by then. Besides, J will enjoy sleeping over." Sarina's eyes twinkled.

"Come on," urged J's mother, "I need to get going. Strip off and I'll be on my way."

"But mom . . . " protested J.

"There's no need to be modest," insisted Sarina. "Sylvie works on all the models at the company. She is quite professional. She'll be doing my beauty treatments right after yours."

"Okay, but . . . alright." Not wanting to appear obstructionist J began removing her clothes, starting first with her blouse. She slipped out of her sandals and wriggled out of her capris. She unsnapped and removed her bra, and then with a great effort at appearing relaxed she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Sarina didn't bat an eye. J definitely felt the pressure to act just as normally. Her mother quickly folded the clothes into a small pile, placed the sandals on the top and said good-bye. "Remember, you're to do whatever Sarina asks, okay? Have a good time sweetie."

"Bye mom."

Sarina took J's arm and walked her up the marble steps. Upstairs J gasped as she caught a glimpse of Michael lying flat on his back on the bed in his room. A slim young man with dark curly hair held his penis straight up in the air, holding the tip of the foreskin between thumb and index finger. In his other hand he was sweeping a razor upwards the full length of the penis. As they passed by Michael looked over and J momentarily caught sight of his eyes grow wide. It was the first time he had ever seen her naked.

"That's James," observed Sarina, gripping J's arm and continuing down the hallway. "You're in here with Sylvie." She directed her into another room. In the center was a low bed with a clean white sheet. "Sylvie will be right in. I'm going downstairs to check with the caterers."

A compactly built young woman with short black hair stepped into the room as soon as Sarina had left. "Hello, you must be J. I'm Sylvie." J couldn't quite place the accent. It seemed Hispanic, but wasn't the usual Cuban variety common in Miami. "I'm going to get you all ready -- I can't say beautiful because you are already beautiful!" J blushed slightly. Over the next hour J had every inch of her body worked over. After applying a moisturizing lotion to her whole body Sylvie pulled out a razor. J quickly realized that she was going to have a complete body hair removal. Sylvie removed the stubble from J's own attempts to shave her underarms and legs. Then she began shaving broad stretches of skin on her back.

"Turn over, please, J. I will continue working on your front."

J rolled over. She was feeling awkward being nude and being up so close to another person. She flashed back to the image of Michael, his penis being held taut while James shaved him. She felt herself getting wet at the thought, making her feel even more embarrassed at being examined so closely by Sylvie. She had enjoyed Michael's nudity from the first time she had first seen him as "naked boy." She'd become so accustomed to seeing him naked, especially in these past two months of coming over 3 or 4 times per week. She couldn't even imagine what he might look like in clothes. She realized she'd never thought about it from his perspective. What must it have felt like when his mother first decided that he had to be naked all the time? What was it like in France when he was naked in front of thousands of people he didn't even know? What about swim team? Did they shave one another? What was that like? At the thought of the boys doing this intimate job to one another she got even wetter. Her body jolted at the touch of something to her outer labia. Jerking her head up she saw Sylvie with what looked like some type of scissors.

"What are you doing?" she barked.

"Please relax, J. I almost stabbed you with the clippers!"

"But, why do you need to do that?"

"I'm shaving all your hair, just as Sarina instructed. You'll look so nice, you'll see. Plus, it feels really good." Sylvie gyrated her own hips, as if feeling her own smooth pubic area underneath her dress.

"Um, I've never been touched there by anyone before. It's a sort of embarrassing experience." J tried to explain herself.

"No problem. I've shaved many women -- boys and men, too -- you can relax. I won't let the clippers or razor slip."

That wasn't exactly my concern, thought J, but now I have something new to worry about.

Sylvie continued with obvious expertise, removing the thatch of pubic hair with the clippers and then moving in with soapy lather and a sharp razor and leaving silky smooth skin behind.

"Here, feel how good it feels." Sylvie drew J's hand down to touch herself. Reluctantly J ran her hand across her newly shaven vagina. It did feel awfully good, she had to admit!

Sylvie gave J a hair styling trim, a quick manicure and pedicure and finished off with a quick rub down. "This is an invigorating massage. The oils in this lotion will help you feel energetic and slightly aroused all evening." Before she knew what was happening Sylvie had rubbed the lotion into every inch of her skin, including the full area between her legs.

J sat up. Her skin was tingling pleasantly from head to toe.

At that moment Sarina stepped into the room. "Perfect timing. You look lovely, J. If you'll just come with me, I have a task that I think you'll enjoy very much."

"But, I'm not dressed."

"And you have no need to be. Sylvie, I'll be right back for my treatments. I think the other girls got taken care of at the studio downtown."

"Yes, ma'am. Whenever you're ready."

Sarina once again took J by the hand and propelled her down the hall. This time they walked right into Michael's bedroom. He was lying face down on the bed and James was vigorously rubbing lotion into his skin. J recognized the smell. It was the same tingling lotion Sylvie had just finished applying to her skin. J thought to cover herself, but Sarina drew her directly to the side of the room where it looked like medical equipment was laid out on a small table. Besides, no one seemed to be paying the least attention to her nudity. Standing at the table J noted that there was a syringe, a bottle of fluid, various wipes and a large box with a red cross on it.

"We'll be giving Michael a shot and I thought you'd think it fun to try your hand at it." Sarina looked directly at her and beamed.

Why would she think this was fun, wondered J.

Sarina proceeded to unwrap the syringe from its sanitary plastic wrappings, and holding the bottle of fluid up, she inserted the needle and carefully filled the syringe, looking carefully at the calibrations printed along the barrel. With the needle pointing upwards she carefully pushed the plunger in until there was no air left in the syringe. She walked over to where Michael lay on the bed. James stepped aside and J joined the two of them.

"Michael, please hold still. I am giving you a shot on your backside and I don't want to hurt you more than necessary." Sarina spoke in the usual commanding tones she used with Michael day in and day out. She reached out and gave her son's rump a small slap, and then using her manicured nail drew a large x across the right buttock. "J, I want you to plunge the needle directly into the center of the x. This is the liquid form of Viagra. It goes directly into the bloodstream which allows for a quick result and a large dosage. It will keep him long, hard and very erect for 24 hours."

J's mind reeled. She was supposed to give Michael an injection. She'd never handled a syringe before in her life. What were they giving him? Viagra? That medicine old men took so they could get it up? I see, she thought. Sarina thinks I'll be thrilled to be getting Michael hard. In spite of herself, she felt herself becoming aroused at the thought of seeing Michael's penis at full erection. She had noticed that when she first met "naked boy" he was pretty big. Come to think of it, he'd been pretty big at all of the tea parties she'd come to with her mother. But, hanging out with him these past weeks he was sometimes that big and sometimes not. Boys were very funny that way! But if this was going to keep him hard for 24 hours, well, why not? She took the syringe from Sarina and brought it close to the x marked on Michael's buttock.

"Hey, Mish. You okay with this?" Michael turned his head to the side and looked at her. "I guess I don't have much choice. But if it's for you I'll do it." He grinned, she smiled. She plunged the needle into the muscle of his buttock. He tensed up and let out a gasp of pain.

James touched him lightly and said, "Relax. That's going to hurt like hell if you keep your ass muscles clenched like that."

Michael visibly released the muscles of his backside and J was able to push the plunger down, giving Michael the full dose of Viagra. She withdrew the needle and Sarina pressed down on the spot of blood with a gauze pad. "We'll clean up here, Michael, and then we want to see the results!"

J helped Sarina put the syringe in the needle disposal box marked with the red cross, along with the used gauze pad, packed up all the stuff in a medical bag and then the two of them went into the bathroom to wash up with soap and water. "Let's go check on Michael, shall we?" Sarina suggested with a wicked grin. Walking back into the bedroom they saw James helping Michael to his feet. His penis was already growing.

"Give it half an hour," said James, "and he'll be at full staff!"

"Let me explain about the party tonight," Sarina interjected. "This is going to be different from our other parties. All our guests are going to be nude. The cabanas outside are for undressing. Michael, you will be naked -- of course -- but we wanted to offer our guests a new experience. So, you will be completely hard for the duration of the party. Guests can touch, but they can't get you off, or themselves. We're strictly enforcing that rule. Since this is your first time, J, we're asking that guests enjoy looking, but no touching. I need to go get my beauty treatment, but first let me take you downstairs and introduce you to the other servers and show you the way the caterers have set up the kitchen."

"Excuse me, Sarina, but my mother took my clothes when she dropped me off. Do you have something for me to wear before we . . . well, before I meet any more people this way!"

"Oh, honey, you'll be serving naked. But, don't worry, everyone else will be naked too! I'm going to be stripping down myself in just a few moments."

"But, Sarina, that can't be right."

"Oh, it certainly is, I assure you." Sarina's voice had a hard edge.

"Can I call my mom to check?"

"That is entirely unnecessary, but to show you I am a reasonable person I will let you call from my own cell phone." Sarina stalked out of the room and returned with a small red smart phone. She punched a number and handed it to J. The phone was already ringing on the other end.

"Sarina?"

"Mom, its me, J. Sarina is trying to force me to serve at tonight's party completely nude. In fact, if you can believe it I'm standing here naked with Sarina and Michael right this very minute."

"Yes, honey, that's right. Please don't make a fuss. Sarina has been very kind to watch you after school nearly every day of the week. This is her only request and really quite reasonable. It isn't as if she is asking for anything very difficult on your part."

"Not difficult. Mom, you always told me to be strong and . . . "

"I expect you can be very strong in this situation. Are you a different person because you're not wearing clothing?"

"Of course I'm not, but it's just not right!"

"Sarina, you've been hanging out with Michael for months and you haven't seemed to worry about whether he was naked or dressed. It's what's inside that counts. Sarina needs you for something and I fully expect you to comply. Have a good evening and I'll see you when I come to pick you up in the morning. Good-bye honey, I love you."

"I love you, too, mom." J handed the phone back to Sarina. "Okay, I guess I can do this."

Sarina took the phone with a satisfied look. "Let's go down and meet the other servers. We have four models from the company and you two. Michael's the only male server, so we thought we'd show off his assets," Sarina concluded briskly. "I know you two are all excited to be together. But you're spending the night, J, and the two of you can fool around after the party. Right now I need to go over the set up. Then I've got to get ready before the guests start to arrive. Come on." Sarina turned on her high pointed heels and clipped across the marble floor. J had time to glance at Michael for one look of reassurance before the two of them scampered to keep up.

As promised, four stunning models were waiting downstairs. J was in awe of the three young women. She guessed them to be in their twenties. All four were tall with perfect posture and hair that swept down across their backs. Like her, each of them was fully shaved with not a single mark of stubble or razor burn on their flawless skin. Two were blonds with blue eyes, one a brunette, and the last with a deep chestnut brown hair and mysterious hazel green eyes. J tried not to look, but couldn't help notice the differences between each woman's labia. She was surprised to see the glint of gold peeking out at the top of the vaginal lips of the model with the chestnut colored hair.

"It's a clit ring, honey," the woman replied to J's unspoken question. "My name's Cherie." J gulped, embarrassed that she'd been caught looking. "That's what it's for, don't worry," Cherie said, once again responding uncannily to J's unspoken dialogue.

The two were introduced to the other women, and Sarina walked them through the procedures for the party. The caterers had set up the entire kitchen, leaving different foods in warming pans, coolers, and trays. There were piles of napkins, small plates, toothpicks and all the other necessary items for serving refreshments. They would not be responsible for beverages as those were being handled by bartenders at a setup outside.

"Will they be naked, too," asked J in a moment of daring.

"Of course. This is a completely naked party. Two bartenders are coming over shortly from the downtown office. I believe it will be Marguarite and Stella?" Sarina asked, looking at Cherie, who nodded agreement.

J found herself very nervous and oddly excited at the prospect of being exposed in front of all the people who would be attending. Of course, it helped that they would be equally naked. Once again she realized that she'd never really thought about any of these situations from Michael's point of view. She had new appreciation for him, being the only naked one present at both of the earlier parties, circulating nude among all the guests dressed to the "T" in the latest Miami Beach fashions. She reached out and found Michael's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He squeezed her hand back and gave her a smile and a slight sideways glance. She glanced down. Michael's erection was now at full force, looking as if the organ would burst out of its skin casing. The purple crown flared out, bared from any covering and hovering just half an inch away from Michael's belly button and the toned muscles of his swimmer's abdomen.

Sarina followed her gaze and smiled. "Yes, we are certainly offering a prime specimen to our guests tonight. We have all worked on Michael's physique for years. See what benefits come, Michael, from daily swim practice, a summer in the sun in France, and enforced nudity." Michael swallowed any retort.

The party was considered a great success. Michael and J worked hard, circulating among the crowd and seeing each other by accident if they both happened to be in the kitchen at the same time. J was surprised at how comfortable the guests were in the nude. As Sarina had explained the party goers arrived, were checked in at the front table, and quickly disappeared into one of the little tents. Bodies were toned and tanned, feet and hands and nails were well manicured, women's breasts were perky and shapely, even the men's buttocks were well-formed. What J was not aware of was the power of plastic surgery, tanning salons and beauticians. This was a crowd that made its living off of looks, or the looks of others, and no effort or expense was spared to look good -- clothed or naked. J was equally fascinated by the diversity of genitalia on display. She noted that not a single male was sporting an erection, let alone anything as beautiful to her eyes as Michael's.

For his part, Michael was not surprised that he was even more on display with his extreme Viagra-induced hard-on. Women and men of all ages made remarks and even ran their fingers up the length of his shaft. It couldn't make him any harder than he already was, but combined with the occasional glimpses of J and meeting up in the kitchen during restocking of their food trays, Michael was certainly aroused. In part this was the party, but in truth, part of it was the friendship he had been building up with J and the remark his mother had made before they came downstairs. "The two of you can fool around after the party." Michael's imagination had been playing up those words and he was getting more and more impatient for the guests to leave.

As it was, the party lasted until nearly 3 in the morning. Sarina sent the other servers and the bartenders home. The last guests, the one's who had definitely had a little too much to drink were escorted by Papa to waiting rides. The front gate was locked and the spotlights illuminating the palms in front of the house were turned off. The underwater lights in the pool cast moving ripples of light upward onto the glass panels of the roof. J and Michael were stacking trays in the kitchen and throwing away trash.

"You two go on upstairs," Sarina said, coming into the kitchen. "I'll finish up what needs to be taken care of tonight and the rest can wait for the caterers and cleaners in the morning."

Michael didn't wait for further instruction, but nodded his head at J and the two of them slipped into the foyer, their bare feet padding on the marble floors. Upstairs Michael gestured J into his room and closed the door softly behind them. The only lighting was the blue cast from the pool rippling upwards onto the ceiling. Without a word the two teens rolled their bodies into one another on the bed and began kissing. Michael marveled at the feel of J's soft skin and the warmth of her breasts against his chest. J wriggled her hips, grinding Michael's hard penis into her belly. Being unexpectedly stripped, shaved, massaged, and having to serve naked in front of over 100 people was foreplay enough for her. She wanted that hardness inside her, now! As Michael continued to kiss her, she maneuvered herself into the center of the bed and rolled onto her back.

"Fuck me, Michael. I can't stand it another minute."

Remembering his dream of the summer, Michael had no doubts about what he wanted. He moved himself into position, felt for J's opening with the tip of his erection and gently slid himself part way in. J was as wet as wet can be and so hot. If her face and body had not felt normal he would have been afraid that she was running a high fever. J moved her hips and tried thrusting herself so that Michael would penetrate farther in.

"J, I've never done this before . . . "

"It's okay. Neither have I. I'm really wet, just thrust in, it will be okay."

"But, I don't want to hurt you."

"Mish, I love you. I want you so bad. Please come inside."

Michael pulled out slightly and moved slowly but powerfully into J's opening. Feeling the tightness of J's vagina he moved out and forced his erection back in with a thrust of his hips. J gave a gasp and then Michael's penis pushed another four inches inside. With another thrust he felt his public bone in contact with hers. He began to pump into her in earnest. J writhed and moaned and made soft mewling sounds interspersed with growls and screams. Michael found it exciting on every level: the sounds, the slippery wetness, the thousand nerve endings screaming pleasure on every surface of his penis, the softness of their body skins sliding over one another's firm bodies, the wonderful sensation of squeezing J's breasts, the hardness of her nipples, the feeling that he was going to come, that he was going to come, that he was going to come and then shooting over and over and over again, hot jets of semen into her furnace hot vagina. His breath came ragged and he gasped for air. The two of them lay side by side recovering from their intercourse, the play of reflected light magical on the ceiling above them.

They lay gasping on the bed and then started laughing, staring up at the ceiling.

"J, I was worried about hurting you. I thought, like the first time, could be -- um, you know -- really painful. I mean for a girl?"

"My mom is a firm believer that a girl should know about sex before some boy comes along and sweeps her off her feet. She taught me a lot about my body. She encouraged me to play with myself--a lot. Showed me how to use a dildo, how to put it up inside myself, make myself come, and all that" She laughed, then added more earnestly, "I don't want you to think my mom forced anything on me. It was all voluntary. I guess sort of the way you're naked all the time."

"The naked thing has pretty much HAS been forced on me by my mom and stepdad."

"Well, I can understand why they kept you naked, but I'm sure they didn't have to encourage you to play with yourself, right? I mean boys pretty much do that all the time anyway."

"Yeah," stammered Michael, embarrassed, "sure. But you just told me you played with yourself to the point of losing your virginity . . . "

"Not my virginity," interrupted J, "my hymen. Not at all the same thing. And let me tell you, it is nothing like with a real boy -- and by that I mean you!"

Michael gave a silly grin, still looking up at the ceiling. "But what do you mean, you understand why they kept me naked?"

"Boys always play with themselves, so they learn a lot about what feels good. Boys pretty much know they want sex and that it's going to be great. On the other hand, a boy can be shy when it comes to displaying his body, being vulnerable and sharing his feelings." J explained. "Girls can tend to hold back learning about their own sexual response and think some man is going to show them everything. When they first have sex, they think the man created all those physical feelings because they never tried it out for themselves first. A girl can confuse feeling tingly, or having an orgasm, with love. When it turns out to just be sex, she gets heartbroken and hurt. And besides, if it were up to me you'd be naked all the time, not just at home!"

"Why not you? Why aren't you supposed to be naked all the time?"

"It's different for girls -- we don't have to flaunt our bodies -- anyway, with boys it all physically hangs out anyway -- you were meant to be on display."

J ran her fingers down Michael's chest and stroked his erect penis, marveling at the softness of the skin sheathing its hardness. What's it feel like to have a penis, Mish? I mean, all hard and sticking out like this?

"Like I want to feel inside you again," laughed Michael mischievously.

"Allow me to help," J giggled with exaggerated graciousness. She sat up and straddled Michael as he lay on his back. She took his erection in her hand and carefully positioned herself over it, then sank slowly down, engulfing him with the heat of her vagina. In position, she began to rock up and down. Michael looked up at her, framed by the blue reflections of the pool on the ceiling. Her breasts bobbed up and down as she impaled herself on his dick. He reached up and grasped a handful of each, squeezing experimentally to see how they felt. J moaned. He flicked one of her nipples with his finger and then gave it a pinch. It was is if a switch connected nipple to vagina. He pinched again and felt J's pussy clench around him.

"That's fun," he said, his voice coming out between J's downward thrusts.

"Mmm," was the only reply. J started moving faster, her hips grinding against his pelvis when she had him all the way inside. Then she rose up again, leaving just the tip inside herself. She waggled her hips and then plunged down again and again. Shifting to a series of sharp upward pulls she threw her head back, came all the way down, ground hard and let out a long, low growl, something like a cat in heat. Her vagina gripped hard around Michael's penis and spasmed over and over and over again. "Oh," she gasped, "Oh, that felt SO good." She lowered herself down and snuggled alongside Michael, her head on his chest and her leg thrown across his legs.

"I dreamed of this," Michael said softly when his heart rate returned to normal.

"Of this?"

"Our making love. Last summer. When I was in France."

"I thought you'd meet some French girl and have a hot love affair."

"I did meet a French girl. But it wasn't like that. I learned that I could be something more than my mother's bored nudist boy. Then the dream came and it was of you and me together."

"Did you two make love?"

"She sucked my dick and I came. Actually, she did it several times. Then my mother called her a bitch and attacked me with the stiletto of her high heel. Things were rather . . . strained, I guess you would call it . . . between my mother and me when we got back from France."

"Gee, how was I supposed to tell?" J teased. Then in a much more serious tone, "But, Mish, she really attacked you? How come you didn't tell me. That's really serious."

"I know," Michael said in a low voice. "But, she gets really upset when my life doesn't follow her plans. I mean, I . . . " Michael was about to explain how he had acted independent of his mother's wishes after meeting Marie, but somehow didn't feel that this was going to come out the way he intended.

"You mean, I'm part of your mother's plans? Is that what this is about? Get J naked and send her up to make love with my son. I'm going to kill my mother if she and Sarina were in cahoots about this!"

"But, but . . . J, no! I know I've been pretty controlled by my mother. But, you don't understand. First, my mother has been pretty messed up for as long as I can remember. And, we didn't always live in this house you know. We lived in dirty, rat-infested apartments. Moved every 6 months or so. She's been on every drug, tried every scam, dated every scum bag guy. That's pretty hard for a little boy. I just wanted everything to be okay and it never was." J nodded, her anger slightly subdued. "The second thing is more important to me, J. And that's you. Having you as a friend is without a shadow of a doubt the best thing that has ever happened in my entire life -- and that was before tonight. This is like . . . like, better than I could have imagined, better than my dreams, better than . . . let's say this, I don't know if my mother really has my best interests in mind, or not, but she could never ever have plotted to have something this wonderful happen. I hope you feel the same way I do, but I feel like this is our love and it has nothing to do with either of our mothers. I feel very protective of it. I think if my mother had any inclination how good this makes me feel she'd do much more than attack me with her shoe." Michael's voice dropped low, "If she couldn't destroy it, she'd kill me -- I mean that quite literally. In the meanwhile, I'm concerned she'll try to keep us apart, or somehow imprison me. You know this house has basically been my prison for the last year, except that by some miracle you were given visiting privileges."

J rolled over and gave Michael a soft kiss on the lips. "I understand. This is the most wonderful thing for me, too. I love you, Mish!"

"I love you, J. From what you said about your mother, it seems like she taught you about your body and sex, because she cares about you. She doesn't want you to get hurt. Maybe you're right about boys. I mean, I don't really mind being naked that much any more. It has worked out so far on the swim team, and -- you like it," he gave another silly grin at the ceiling, "but I don't think my mother did it because she thought it would help me. Not in the same way you talk about you and your mom. There's some other reason I can't even put my finger on, but I'm 99% certain it isn't entirely about my personal well-being."

"I hear you, Mish. You deserve better than the way you've been treated. And, you're right, I do like you naked."

She scooted down and ran her tongue across the exposed crown of Michael's penis. He groaned in pleasure. J pursed her lips and placed them over the tip of his penis and sucked in hard as she lowered herself downward. Michael's penis was large enough, and the Viagra injection was still in full force. To her frustration J found that she couldn't possibly swallow the whole thing -- at least not on her first attempt. Michael experienced no frustration at all. Anything but.

"Don't stop, J. That feels heavenly."

J lavished attention on Michael, working her way farther and farther down his erection -- bringing him deeper and deeper into herself. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore. "Just fuck me, Mish. I need you inside me so bad."

This time Michael was still hard as a rock, of course, but not so near to climax. He was able to propel himself in and out of her, turn her on her side, flip her on her belly, curl her up in a ball and place his thrusts in all the places that elicited the best responses: squeals, tiny screams and grunts, and more especially the delicious contractions of her internal muscles that grasped his dick, undulated along its length and sucked him even deeper into her loveliness.

"Oh, Mish, please keep doing that, don't stop. I'm going to . . . oh, please . . . touch me here while you're doing that."

Michael let J guide his finger to the hard nubbin of her clitoris and within seconds found his erect penis being massaged powerfully by J's contracting muscles. Her body twisted and bucked beneath him as wave after wave of contractions pulsed through her entire pelvic area. Michael wanted to thrust into her -- he really wanted to come again -- but her muscles held him so tight in their embrace that he couldn't move his dick at all. At last she relaxed enough that he could pull out slightly. She gasped as he thrust back into her. Gaining momentum he pounded hard against her body until he shot a hot jet of sperm straight into her body.

End of Book two, part two

(The End)