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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 54


"Wake up, sleepy head," Mom said.

I looked over at the bedside clock and groaned. It was only seven 
o'clock!

"C'mon, Mel. I’d really like to get home."

“Missing Daddy?”

“I've been away from him the past two weekends," Mom replied. 
"I’d like to spend some time with my husband, too.”

I had a lot of sleep to catch up on! But then again I understood 
Mom missing Daddy. Heck, I was missing Peter, too.

Begrudgingly, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Along 
the way I glanced toward my grandparents' bedroom. I shook my 
head trying to keep the images from flashing back. Having to pee 
kinda badly helped as well.

I went into the kitchen still in my nighty. Grandma had gotten up 
early to make us a big country breakfast. Grandpa was busy 
reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he told me. I went over and hugged 
him.

"Breakfast is ready," Grandma announced as Mom joined us.

"Did you sleep well?" Grandpa asked me.

"Not nearly long enough," I whined and yawned.

"You went to bed at 9:30. You should've been up with me and the 
chickens."

Gawd if he only knew I really went to bed long after he did!

We ate and then Mom and I helped clean up the dishes.

"Go get dressed so we can get on the road," Mom said. "We got 
things to do at home before the party this afternoon."

"What party is that?" Grandpa asked.

I looked wide-eyed at Mom. There was no way I was gonna tell him.

"It's a 'girls only' party, dear. It's best if we just leave it 
at that." Grandma told him. He didn't ask for any details after 
that.


******


After Mom and I had the things we brought from home loaded in the 
car, we gave my grandparents hugs and kisses.

"Melissa, dear, did you get the books I boxed up for you?"

"Opps, I forgot! I'll run in and get them."

"Hurry up, Melissa!" Mom urged, as I ran toward the house. "We 
need to get home to get a few things done before going to the 
party."

"They're on the table in the ..."

"I know!" I hollered back at Grandma.

I was about to go to the dining room when I spotted the box on 
the kitchen table. I figured Grandma brought them out so not all 
of us would forget about it.

I opened the top of the box and saw books. So I grabbed it and 
hurried back outside.

"I found them," I said as I approached the car. Grandpa opened 
the side door and put them on the seat for me.

We did the hugs and kisses thing again and waved at each other as 
we drove off.


******


As we drove through Long Cane to head home, a ton of thoughts ran 
through my mind. It was hard digesting everything I had learned 
about or discovered over the past twenty-four hours. I had wanted 
Mom to open up to me, and Gawd had she ever.

As Mom drove us past the hardware store, my pussy tingled while 
remembering what I did in the back office with Mr. Blackmon. I 
wondered momentarily what Peter would think about it before Mom 
interrupted my thoughts.

"You need to make sure you read the books your grandma gave you."

"I will ... when I can find the time."

"You need to make time, honey."

"I wish they weren't old timey books."

"Just because they're old books doesn't mean you won't enjoy 
them."

I had definitely enjoyed older men. Maybe the same would work 
with books?

"Hopefully I can use one or more of them for papers I'm sure I'll 
have to write this year."

I liked reading, but finding time for recreational reading while 
cheering would be a major problem.

I added, "I wonder if she accidentally put one of her old diaries 
in the box."

"She never kept diaries that I know of.”

"When I found yours, you said one of your grandmothers gave it to 
you as a gift."

"It was your Great-grandma Melissa. She kept diaries herself."

"I guess you never read any of hers."

Mom shook her head, "It would be fun reading about her life. She 
grew up in a completely different world than either of us. And 
speaking of diaries, you need to make sure you put mine away 
after each time you read it so Jamie doesn't happen upon it."

"Just think, if you had followed your own advice when you were a 
freshman coed, I wouldn't have found it," I said, snickering just 
a little.

"Yeah, right. It was only a matter of time, Miss Snoopy 
Snoopster," she replied. "It still freaks me out thinking that 
Nikki might have found it."

"Your roomie Nikki?"

"That's the one."

"How do you think your parents would've reacted if they'd found 
it?"

"I'm not sure what they would've said, but I know they wouldn't 
have been happy at all."

"Do you really think your roomie would've tried to hurt you with 
what is in your diary?"

"In hindsight, no. At the time, I was mostly worried about the 
OCS finding out about it."

"What could they have done? I mean, do you really think they 
would've tried to harm you?"

"Not in a direct way. The diary doesn’t have anything specific 
that would've exposed anyone directly, but you have to remember 
that there were a lot of big names using its services. I'm 
willing to bet that I would've had a difficult time remaining in 
school or finding jobs afterwards."

"You mean like being blacklisted?"

"Exactly. Who knows to what lengths they might've gone to get me 
kicked out of school and out of the way. I would've been helpless 
to do much about it. I couldn't very well start pointing fingers. 
It would've been my word against theirs. I couldn't have gone to 
the police or district attorney because I wouldn't have known who 
was safe to talk to, or if someone with ties to the OCS would've 
become involved."

I better understood why she freaked out at the time! She was 
basically working for something like the mafia!

"After your freshman year, did you stay in touch with your 
roomie?"

"We've kept in touch over the years. We used to see each other a 
few times a year while Nikki and her husband lived in Columbia. 
Since she and her husband moved out-of-state four years ago, 
we’ve mostly kept up by phone on holidays and special occasions. 
I have seen her a few times since then though."

"And you never told her a thing about the OCS?"

"Nope. I don't even know if it still exists or not, but I'm not 
taking any chances. Only you, Colleen, Bob, Doris, Bradley, and 
your father know anything about it."

And maybe Coach Stanton, I thought.

"Have I ever met her?"

"You were around her a few times when you were a good bit 
younger. I doubt you would remember her from those times though."

"So, you two got along pretty good as roomies?"

"Sure. Once it became apparent to both of us that we liked sex, 
we began talking about past experiences together."

"Did you tell her about losing your virginity to Brandon?"

"Uh huh."

"Even that his sister was there, too?!"

"Not the first time we talked about it. When we talked about it 
some years later I told her about Colleen being there and 
watching."

"But not Brandon and Colleen doing things together?"

"That would be up to Colleen to do, and as far as I know she 
never told her."

"So she and Colleen are friends too?"

"Casual friends is probably the best way to describe it."

So Nikki was cool. Grandma and Grandpa hadn’t gotten to read 
Mom’s diary either. How had Mom explained to them about Daddy’s 
parents though?

"Mom, what have you and Daddy told Grandma and Grandpa about 
Daddy's parents?"

Mom didn't immediately reply. The memory of explaining something 
like that to your parents without revealing exactly why your 
fiancé’s parents didn't approve of you couldn't have been a 
pleasant one."

"We've told them that I just didn't meet their standards. They 
assumed it was because I wasn't from a wealthy family. Your 
father and I didn't correct them."

"What if Daddy's parents actually tried to undo what they did? 
You know, want to be his parents again?"

Mom shook her head as she said, "There is a better chance of us 
winning the lottery. Your father's parents are so hung up on 
their status and precious standing within their 'world' that I 
think they'd rather die than accept me into their family. How 
else do you explain tossing aside your own son like they've done? 
When your uncle visited, they even tried to get your father to 
divorce me. No, baby. They've made no attempt in all these years 
to accept me. That's not likely to change either."

"Do you think they know I exist?"

"I do. I'm sure they're aware of things. Arthur Daniel Livingston 
didn't make a fortune by not staying informed. I think that was 
part of the reason why your uncle visited us. He wanted to find 
out all he could about us. I'm sure your uncle had to file a full 
report with his father." She snorted. “Well, perhaps he omitted 
his escapade involving trying to have sex with me.” She shook her 
head after mentioning that scene.

"So he really doesn't give a shit that I exist."

"I wonder about that sometimes. Could a man really not care about 
his grandchildren? I believe he does think about you and Jamie, 
but will never admit it. His pride is more important to him. 
That's his biggest problem."

She glanced over at me, and asked, "What if he suddenly wanted to 
be a part of your life? Him and your grandmother?"

"I don't know. I mean, if I acted like a snob because of their 
ignoring me, then I would be just as bad as they are."

She smiled at me, "You've definitely grown up a lot recently."

I smiled back at her. I really wasn't sure if I could ever 
forgive them though; much less have any kind of real relationship 
with them. Based on the things I had been told, I seriously 
doubted I would ever be confronted with that possibility.


******


"Well?" Mom asked while grinning at me. "Speaking of recently 
growing up, did you enjoy your visit with my parents?"

Growing up was an understatement. The past twenty-four hours had 
probably been the wildest ever!

"I can't believe everything we did!" I added, "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, but all of this needs to stay between us ... at 
least for now."

"I can't tell Peter?"

"I'd prefer if you didn't, at least for now."

I scrunched my lips. More secrets to keep from my boyfriend! That 
wasn’t such a good idea.

“Mom, I think I should at least tell him that I had sex with Mr. 
Blackmon, don’t you agree? I don’t want to keep so many secrets 
from my boyfriend. I think it would be kinda neat to tell him 
about Tabitha and Skip, too. And what we did at the rest stop 
yesterday.”

Mom took a deep breath. “Then please stay with just that, 
sweetie. Please don’t tell him what you saw at your grandparents 
and at the Munson house. Or what I’ve told you about Brandon and 
me.”

I nodded in agreement.

I then asked, "Does Jamie know any of the stuff you've told or 
shown me?"

"He knows I lost my virginity to Brandon."

“You told him that?” I asked surprised she would tell him such an 
intimate detail. I didn’t even have to ask when she had talked to 
him about that. She continued, “I decided to tell him about it 
earlier this summer when we talked to him about having sex with 
you and Sarah. We needed to make sure that he didn’t have 
intercourse with you and Sarah when you weren’t on the pill yet.”

"Nothing else?"

"Nope."

"Are you ever going to tell him?"

"Most of it ... eventually."

I stared ahead for a few moments.

"I still think you should tell Jamie about it, about everything."

"I've been thinking about that. Maybe some day."

"Jamie would probably be shocked at first like I was, but he’d be 
okay with it just like I am."

"Honey, guys don't necessarily react the same way to things that 
we girls do. Sometimes they put us girls too high on pedestals, 
and the inevitable fall can disillusion them much more 
dramatically with longer lasting effects.

"I guess you're right, but I still think Jamie would be okay with 
it," I insisted. "I think he would be cool with all of it."

Mom didn't react.

"I also think he would be cool with Cara and Tamera."

"Honey ..."

"I know you don't want anyone else to know, but ..."

"I didn't even want you to know."

"But look how much closer we are because Doris did tell me."

She sighed. "Yes, it did work out fine for us, and in hindsight, 
I'm glad she told you."

"I bet Jamie would be cool with it too."

"Honey, Jamie is a guy ..."

"Daddy is too!"

"Your father was an adult when he found out, and he had the 
opportunity to walk away if he wanted. Jamie doesn't have that 
option.”

"Jamie would be okay with ..."

"Mel," she interrupted me, "When you have a son, you'll 
understand better."

I still didn't agree with her. Jamie might freak out like I had 
at first, but it certainly wouldn't be the first freaky thing he 
had been exposed to.

"How did Jamie react when you told him Colleen's brother was your 
first?"

"It turned him on," she smiled, “and he regretted that he had not 
been Sarah’s first.”

"Horn dog," we both said in unison, giggling.

"I told him more than I told you though," she slyly teased me.

"Spill it, mother."

“Well, I don’t know. It might corrupt my little girl,” she teased 
me some more.

“Mom!”

“What did I tell you about ‘moming’ me?”

I growled in mock frustration. "Did you do anything with a boy 
before Brandon?"

"Brandon was the first boy, but we had done things together a few 
times before the day I lost my virginity."

"The first time anything happened was in the Thompsons’ barn when 
I was nine-years-old. It was the first time I let any boy touch 
me in a sexual way. I don't even remember where Colleen was that 
afternoon. Anyway, we did a lot of touching and stuff. We kissed 
some ..."

"He was your first kiss?" I interrupted.

"Not my first romantic kiss. That came later. I'll tell you about 
that sometime."

"So what else happened with Brandon?"

"After kissing some, he talked me into getting naked with him. I 
remember being amazed at his hard cock."

"You hadn't seen a cock before then?"

"Not a hard one. It wasn't huge, but it seemed like it to me at 
the time."

“Was it his first time seeing a pussy?”

“I doubt it. I know he had seen Colleen’s before from taking 
baths with her when they were younger. I’m pretty sure that at 
that time mine was the first he ever got to look at up close. I 
also let him touch and rub my pussy with his fingers.”

"Did he try to finger-fuck you?"

"He pushed a finger a little bit inside, but I stopped him from 
pushing too far when it started to hurt. If he had gotten me wet 
beforehand, he might've gotten to do a lot more."

She smiled remembering that time.

"Keep going," I urged her.

"Well, he sucked on my small nipples some."

"Did he rub his cock against you?"

"Not my pussy, but he did rub it against my nipples. He had me 
stroke his cock, but he didn’t squirt even though he looked like 
he had an orgasm."

"Was it fun?"

"Yeah. We didn't get too many chances to do stuff like that with 
Colleen always around. Of course that all changed after the day 
down by the stream. After that day, we did stuff all the time. 
Brandon and Colleen were fooling around in their bedrooms like 
you and Jamie."

I don’t know why I blushed anymore at her mentioning that. But I 
remembered Colleen telling me bits and pieces about her doing 
things with Brandon. It had been listening to her talk about 
giving her brother a blowjob that got me interested in doing the 
same with Jamie.

"We kissed some. He taught me what French kissing was. I always 
let him suck on my nipples. He really liked kissing and licking 
them.”

“Did you have any boobage by then?”

Mom laughed. “No, sweetie, I was totally flat. I developed much 
like you. So you will probably have a breast size similar to 
mine.”

I sighed. She was probably right. But why couldn’t I be not like 
her in that way?

"He didn't lick your pussy?"

"He didn't try, but he did spend a lot of time rubbing it with 
his fingers. You know, at first it was more like doctor games 
that kids sometimes play out of curiosity."

She glanced at me expectantly and then asked, "Is that sorta how 
things went with you and your cousin?"

"It wasn't nearly that much fun. I mean, it was more weird than 
anything else. He was totally the wrong boy to be doing it with. 
It would’ve been fun if he had known what to do. If he had been a 
few years older and had a little experience, he maybe could’ve 
made it fun for me."

"Wish you had done something like that with Peter when you were 
that age?"

"Hells yeah! But I was way too innocent back then."

“It would’ve been fun to have spied on you and your cousin,” Mom 
admitted.

“Why?”

“Because of the innocence. It’s exciting to watch.”

“You’ve watched others like me and my cousin doing stuff like 
that?”

“I’ve had some opportunities. It can be very erotic watching kids 
experiment with each other, learning about each other’s bodies, 
discovering just how good they can make each other feel, the 
expressions on their faces when the feelings overwhelm them.”

“You would’ve laughed at us,” I grumbled.

Mom chuckled, "I think it’s better the way it worked out, don't 
you think?"

I smiled and nodded at her.

“Mom, did you ever do anything with my cousin?”

“Honey, I've only seen him that one time when your father’s 
brother visited us. And there certainly wasn’t an opportunity 
then. Seducing a young boy or girl takes time and an opportunity. 
Just picture how you would have felt if Colleen had cornered you 
one day because she wanted to have sex with you.”

“That would have totally freaked me.”

“Exactly.”

"How old was Brandon at the time."

"He was eleven. He's two years older than Colleen."

"So he didn't have ball hair."

"Ball hair?" She stated, laughing at me. "No, he didn't have any 
ball hair. Not then anyway."

"Do you prefer that a guy not have hair?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Well, Daddy shaved his recently at least a couple of times. I 
dunno if he does that a lot."

"Occasionally."

"So what do you prefer?"

"It doesn't really matter."

"Andrew Taylor is hairless, right?"

"Of course. He's only ten."

"You told me you like licking all over his cock, balls, and butt. 
Is it because he is hairless?"

She sheepishly nodded. I figured she still wasn't comfortable 
talking with me about doing a kid as young as him.

I brashly blurted out, "I bet his skin is so smooth and soft. I 
bet I'd like licking him too."

"You'll get the chance if you really want to."

"Too cool. He probably prefers you over me though."

"I have it on good word that he has a crush on you," she 
teasingly stated.

"Mom, he is definitely too young to date."

She chuckled, "I won't disagree with you on that. But he isn't 
too young to have some fun with, especially given how he enjoys 
it."

“Mom, are Anna and Andrew the youngest kids you have done 
anything with?”

“Yes, sweetie."

"Too wild," I muttered. "Anna was ten and Julie was eleven. Do I 
know anyone you've been with who has been as young as them?"

"Besides Andrew Taylor, no one you've met," she replied. "You 
know about Belle Thornton from Doris."

"She was eleven like Julie. Have you been alone with Anna?"

"During the weekend at the Taylors I told you about. That Sunday 
morning we spent about an hour alone together - kissing, licking, 
touching, fingering."

"Did she make you come?"

"Many times. Having her touch me was such a turn-on. I got so 
horny from playing with Anna’s small young body."

I couldn't believe how Mom was talking to me! I thought she might 
have an orgasm just telling me about it. It was almost like how 
Sarah and I talked together as well. She wasn't holding back. She 
wasn't worried anymore about me judging her. As perverted as our 
talk was, I don't think I ever felt closer to Mom than right 
then.

I decided to find out more while she was willing to reveal 
things.

“Are you involved with Belle Thornton?”

“Your daddy and I have been with Belle on occasion, usually when 
we all were at the Thomases. It’s not a regular thing.”

"What about Tammy?"

"No. She is only involved because of her discovering Belle with 
Beth by accident.”

“Do you know all of the adults Tammy is involved with?” I very 
curiously asked.

“You already know about the Davidsons. She’s then became involved 
with Doris and Bradley as well. Not long after that it was the 
Thorntons. Doris can better describe how all that first occurred 
... since she was there when it happened.”

I grinned and shook my head in amazement. I definitely wanted to 
talk to Doris about all of that!

Mom continued, “Other than those people, Tammy isn't involved 
with any other adults that I know of."

I wasn’t very surprised that Tammy was involved with the music 
minister and his wife. I may have been more surprised if she 
wasn’t after the things I had seen her doing at church. Besides 
what I had seen for myself, I had learned a little more about 
Tammy’s involvement with the youth minister and his wife from 
Doris.

"Would you and Daddy like to play with her?"

"Are you kidding? In a heartbeat!"

"Are you crushing on her, Mom?" I teased.

"Maybe a little," she admitted. "She is a very beautiful girl ... 
like you."

I blushed. Being compared to Tammy didn't bother me since I felt 
a real closeness to her. At least she didn't compare me to that 
phony Becky Jordan. We would have it out if she ever did.

“So, has Daddy fucked Belle?”

She nodded. I felt like there was something more to it.

“Did he take her virginity?”

“No, that was James, Beth’s husband.”

“How old was she?”

“Eleven when she lost her virginity.”

“And how old was she when Daddy fucked her.”

“It was a few months later.”

“She was still eleven?”

Mom nodded.

Whoa.

“She started early with a lot of things.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Mom almost begged.

I didn’t know how to answer her. I had complained often enough 
about being excluded because Mom thought I had been too young. 
But would I have really wanted to have sex with Bob, Kent, 
Bradley, and Brent at Belle’s or Anna’s age? I couldn’t even 
imagine doing it then with Jamie or Peter!

After thinking about it, I knew that I really had not been ready 
for sex at that age. I sighed as the realization set in.

“I’m just ... surprised. I can’t imagine doing that when I was 
eleven.”

“Neither can I. Belle was definitely interested. She was ready to 
have sex then, and she enjoyed the things she did. You clearly 
weren’t ready with your cousin. Yes, Belle was really young at 
the time, but many would say that you’re really young even now.”

“I guess I should stop complaining about being told I was too 
young and wasn’t ready.”

“I hoped you would figure that out for yourself some day.”

“Mission accomplished,” I warily stated. “You’re worried what I 
think of you and Daddy ... with Julie and Anna having been ten 
and Belle eleven years old at the time?”

She nodded.

“Well, I’m sure you didn’t force any of them, right?”

“Never.”

“They all liked it?”

“They sure fooled us if they didn’t.”

“Then I’m cool with it. Did Daddy really like fucking Belle when 
she was that young?”

“Yes, he did. I don’t think I’ve ever seen his cock harder. She 
wanted it, too. He took his time with her and made her feel 
wonderful. She was fucking him as much as he was fucking her. 
That made it beautiful. They were both enjoying each other’s body 
- his mature one, and her young one. Much of the time, though, 
she was leading the way. She had control over what happened.”

She paused a moment, “Just as with you and the men you’ve been 
with.”

“And you enjoyed being with Belle as much as Daddy?”

“I did. And from the way she acted, I’m sure she enjoyed herself 
just as much.”

Mom half smiled at me. It had to be totally scary for her to tell 
her thirteen year old daughter that she had sex with girls that 
young. I had learned earlier about Julie and Anna. It wasn’t like 
I was completely surprised about Belle. Nothing really totally 
surprised me anymore.


******


"Mom, when you were young, how often did you spy on the people at 
the old Munson house?"

"Well, I didn't keep a count, but Colleen and I usually got to 
spy on them at least a few times a month. Remember, we had to 
sneak out to do it."

"Umm ..."

"What's on your mind?"

"The gangbang."

"What about it?"

"Is that something typical at a swingers party?"

"It can be. It depends on the group, I suppose."

"Did something like that happen at the Meyers’ last week?"

"It did. Pam was in the middle of it."

I made a mental note to talk to her about that.

"Did she enjoy it?"

"I wasn't around her most of the time, but from what Maggie said, 
she had a good time."

"The men at the Munsons were all over that girl."

"Does the thought of that intimidate you?"

I knew I had to be careful with my answer. The last thing I 
wanted was to make her think I wasn't 'ready' for something.

"Not really. It just seems like the girl had no control over 
things."

"Ah, I understand what concerns you. You see, how a gangbang is 
done among swingers is normally determined in advance. With a 
closed swingers group, many times it happens the way you saw it 
last night. While the girl looked like she had no control over 
things, just one word from her would've brought things to a 
halt."

"Like a safe word?"

"Maybe, or just simply saying 'stop'. The men know the rules in 
situations like that. If the girl says either ‘no’ or ‘stop’, 
then they comply or risk being kicked out of the group."

"How else would it be done?"

"Well, the girl's mom or dad, or if she were older - her husband, 
could've been there with her and had each man wait his turn with 
her instead of crowding around her. That is how it would likely 
occur in a more open club."

"An open club?" I curiously asked.

"Many swingers clubs are open to the public. There aren't nearly 
as many in this country as there are in Europe. In an open club 
type setting, the husband or boyfriend would be with the woman 
and the guys would each take turns. They can also keep the guys 
from becoming too demanding, and make sure each is wearing a 
condom.

"The woman could very well decline having sex with some of the 
men, especially if they were unattractive, smelled bad, didn't 
like him the previous time, too aggressive, smart mouthed, or 
whatever. Also, the husband or boyfriend can call a time-out when 
the woman needs a break, which could occur several times during 
the evening. Basically, he plays the referee for the gangbang, 
allowing the woman to focus more on enjoying what is happening."

"I don't think I would like an open club."

"It's certainly a different feel."

"You've been to one?" I curiously asked.

"Your father and I went to one years ago. I'm sure you remember 
us talking about the short trip to Europe before Jamie was born."

I did. I thought it would be cool to fly across the ocean and 
visit someplace like England, France, or Germany.

Mom added, "Often in an open club you're having sex with people 
you've never met before and may never see again. In a closed 
group, like the orgies you've seen, you would know the people 
pretty well - except for potentially the first few times, of 
course."

"I guess it’s like doing anything sexual for the first time."

"First times even with people you may be familiar with can be 
unnerving for many. Some young girls quickly learn they don’t 
like that kind of thing, being surrounded and used by a group of 
grown men. Some love it, like the girl you watch the night 
before."

"You're sure she liked it?"

"You saw her face."

I half-nodded my agreement.

"Every girl reacts in her own way."

"You really think Sarah was ready for something like that?"

"Given my experience with Sarah, I believe she could’ve handled 
the orgy. I don't know if she would've handled being the focal 
point of a number of grown men she didn't know. I probably 
wouldn't have let that situation occur."

"I'm not sure I would be comfortable with a bunch of strangers."

"Thanks for being honest about that," she said, smiling. "If I 
know how you really feel about certain things, I can help create 
situations you would enjoy."

I leaned over and kissed her cheek.

She continued, "But there are a lot of women who get off on 
having sex with a bunch of strangers - thus the open club 
settings. Also, you saw the girl last night sucking a cock while 
getting fucked. That would be rare at an open swingers club."

"That would seem to take some of the fun out of it."

"It's also rare to see kissing, which doesn't always happen in a 
closed group either. It depends on the participants."

"I saw you kissing Mr. Meyer."

"We're good friends, honey. I kiss others as well at times. It 
depends on the person. The same goes with your father."

“You don’t freak out watching Daddy kissing someone else?”

“In the middle of sex? Not really, although I can feel a little 
jealous at times. If I thought there were real emotions involved, 
then I’d be very upset. Your father and I have talked all of that 
out. We know our boundaries. But one of the things you can’t 
always control is how emotions develop between two people.”

“Has that ever happened with anyone? For you or Daddy?”

“For me, no. I’ve had very fond feelings for some. I do for Bob, 
but I don’t love him beyond being friends. I’m certainly not in 
love with him, even though I can love the sex I have with him at 
times. That’s when kissing can be fine.”

“Sarah says that Daddy kisses her a lot when they are together. 
Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Not really. Your father and I both enjoy kissing her. She’s like 
a very good friend.”

"That makes sense, I guess,” I told her.

I wasn’t sure how I would feel watching Peter kiss another girl 
during sex. I figured I would likely find out some day if we were 
a couple long enough.

I then asked, “Did you know all of the people at the Meyers' 
orgy?"

"Not all of them. There were new people attending I hadn’t met 
before. I trusted John and Erica to only invite people we would 
all be comfortable and safe with. It doesn't mean I would 
automatically have sex with all of them though, unlike the Hidden 
Valley swingers group. But even within our group, 'no' means 'no' 
even if it is very rarely said."

"So, can I do a gangbang sometime with your group?"

She stared ahead for a few moments, "Sometime soon maybe. Keep in 
mind that any gangbangs you might be in with our group would 
likely be either just like or very similar to the one you 
witnessed at the Munsons."

I thought I could handle it, especially knowing who was in my 
parents' group. I assumed the girl at the Munson's house knew 
most everyone. The only one I had recognized in the rooms we had 
watched had been Mr. Blackmon.

"Mom, when did you become involved with Mr. Blackmon?"

"Well, that happened by accident ..."

"Like one of mine?" I asked, grinning.

"Actually, yes. He caught me spying outside the Munson house one 
night. I was about fourteen at the time."

"Did he force you?"

"No. Nothing like that. He did get on me at first about my 
trespassing and spying on people, but he didn't make a big deal 
out of it. He wanted to know if I planned to tell anyone about 
what I'd seen. That was his biggest concern."

"So he couldn't very well tell Grandpa and Grandma on you without 
risking you telling people what was going on at the house."

"It was more of an unspoken understanding between us. We both had 
a lot to lose. Actually, the others I knew about in the house did 
as well."

"So, what happened?"

"We both decided to make the most of the situation."

"You mean?"

"We talked. After I told him I liked watching, he offered to let 
me watch in a safer way if I promised to keep things a secret."

"How did he do that?"

"He told me about how they liked to film some of their 
activities. He offered to let me come to his house and watch the 
movies as much as I wanted."

"And you did?"

"Uh huh. It wasn't long before I was having sex with him as well 
while watching them. Within a week, I was doing a threesome with 
him and his wife while one of the movies played."

"Wow," I simply stated.

Mom grinned, "So, you aren't the only girl in the family who is 
'accident prone'."

"What about Colleen?" I asked. "Did you keep it a secret from 
her?"

"I told her next time I saw her, which was the next day, about 
him catching me outside the Munsons. I usually told Colleen 
everything. We rarely kept things from each other, especially 
when we were kids. Since we were already having sex and usually 
spied on the swingers at the Munson house together, there was no 
reason to keep any of that a secret from her."

"Did she get involved with the Blackmons too?"

"After the first time I watched the movies at Mr. Blackmon's 
house, I asked Colleen if she wanted to come with me."

"Did she hesitate about doing it?"

"She did until I began having sex with them. Once I told her how 
much fun it was, she was ready to give it a try."

"How did you get to his house though? Wouldn't it seem weird for 
two girls to go to his house like that?"

"The first time when I went alone, my father dropped me off under 
the guise that we were helping clean the house for money. When 
Colleen started coming, she was getting paid to do the same."

"Did he actually pay you?"

"Of course."

"Too cool," I grinned. But I also wondered if that had made Mom a 
teenage prostitute. Getting paid for sex with the Blackmons must 
have made working for the OCS at least a little familiar to her. 
The big difference was she didn’t set out to be paid to have sex. 
The money didn’t become involved until they needed a cover story. 
She probably would have continued doing it with no money involved 
at all if they had thought up a different cover story.

It got me thinking about whether I would do it if the opportunity 
came up. Some extra spending money would be nice. But I would 
like to know who the guys were that I would have sex with. But 
then I hadn’t really known the Pervitts at the time. And then I 
had to think of Peter and how he would feel about it.

I couldn’t imagine it ever actually happening though. But what if 
it did? I tried to shake those thoughts from my mind.

I then asked, "Didn’t the Blackmons have kids too? Where were 
they?"

"They were already out of the house and at college."

"So you and Colleen had sex with them a lot?"

"Well, somewhat regularly."

"Did you get involved with other adults through them?"

"You could say that.”

“Did the others give you money? As a cover, I mean.”

“Not like the Blackmons were doing. I’m not so sure we would’ve 
kept going to the Blackmons if it hadn’t been for the movies we 
got to watch with them. That was the big enticement for us. It 
was fun and exciting seeing people, some of whom we knew, having 
sex. Some of them were our classmates’ parents. A few of them 
were some we later began having sex with, too. All of it began 
from going to the Blackmons to watch all the movies he had."

That reminded me about the old reels of movie films I had found 
the day before in the attic.

"The porn movies we found in the attic yesterday, what did you 
tell Grandpa about us finding them?"

"Well, he thinks I found them, not you. Other than that, he 
didn't say anything else about them."

"You told me Grandpa and Grandma figured out that you'd found 
them when you were a teenager."

"They know that I've seen some of them as well."

"Whoa, Mom! How do they know that?!" I anxiously asked.

"I discovered them one day when I was thirteen while looking for 
one of my tops that I thought Mom had put in her own closet 
instead of mine. I saw the boxes and became curious. I suspected 
the movies were ones I wasn't supposed to see since the rest were 
kept in a cabinet in the family room where the projector was 
kept. The screen was kept in the basement.

"One Saturday evening when my parents went out with friends, 
Colleen, Brandon, and I got the movies out and set up the 
projector."

"Brandon was there with you guys?"

"This was a few months after the three of us had started already 
having sex together."

"So you had a sex party watching porn?" I eagerly asked.

Mom tsked and shook her head.

"What?" I asked, pretending I wasn't being that nosey.

"If you must know, the three of us watched four of the roughly 
thirty minute movies that night. Yes, we got naked and fooled 
around."

"You mean fucked, right?"

"You really have become a potty mouth lately, missy." I shrugged, 
and she continued.

"While we were getting everything put away, Brandon accidentally 
dropped one of the film boxes and stepped on it. Luckily the 
movie fell out before his foot landed on the box, but the box was 
flattened."

"Yikes."

"I said 'shit' at the time."

"And you're calling me a potty mouth?"

"Yes, I am. You need to be careful you don't start blurting out 
fuck and other dirty words with school just around the corner. If 
you get suspended for that, you will pay the price. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," I meekly replied.

"You came close to it last night with your grandparents and the 
Thompsons."

I shrunk down in my seat a little. I was getting to be a bit 
careless with my colorful language.

"Anyway, over the course of the next few weeks, Grandpa 
discovered the damaged box with the reel inside of it. He 
confronted me about it. He also pointed out to me that the screen 
in the basement had obviously been used since the last time he 
had put it away. Apparently Brandon hadn't completely folded it 
up."

"Boys are always fucking ... umm ... messing things up."

She cut her eyes at me. I just smiled back silly-like.

"I confessed to watching some movies the Saturday night he and my 
mom had gone out. I just nodded to him when he asked if we three 
kids had watched the movies in his closet. He punished me by 
holding back my allowance for the week because of damaging the 
box. He lectured me on taking care of other peoples' possessions 
and property, as well as their privacy."

Incredulously, I asked, "He didn't scold you over watching movies 
with sex?"

"He didn't get into that issue with me," she simply replied.

"I wonder why?" I asked more to myself. I bet he just wanted to 
'brush it off and pretend it never happened' like Mom said the 
day before. "What did Grandma say to you?"

"She told me later that same day that I needed to ask before 
borrowing things out of her closet."

"Neither of your parents got on you about the movies being 
pornos?"

She shook her head.

I figured it was just something my grandparents accepted had 
happened and weren't going to get into the whole sex film issue 
with her.


******


I stared out of the window for a while, thinking about how much 
sex I had been having over the past number of weeks. Most of it 
had been with or had involved adults in some way. I knew it 
wasn't normal. If my school friends knew the things I was 
involved in, I wouldn't be able to show my face anywhere.

Being the captain of the b-team cheerleaders just put me up on a 
much higher pedestal to fall from. I knew there were girls that 
would love to see me get trashed in front of the whole school. I 
wasn't even sure some of my friends wouldn't do it just for the 
drama it would bring.

I so needed to get a better grip on things. I couldn't just jump 
at any chance to have sex like I had been lately. I had been way 
too easy for Mr. Blackmon. I needed to set some boundaries for 
myself. Yeah, I was having a blast, but if the things I was doing 
got out, I wouldn't be able to show my face anywhere. And that 
was just if my parents were still my parents!

"Mom, have you ever felt guilty about things?"

"About what things, honey?"

"About the things you do with kids?"

"I don't feel I've done anything to feel guilty about."

"But it’s against the law."

She stared ahead at the road for a few moments. "Do you know it 
used to be against the law to have oral sex, even when it was 
just between two legally married adults?"

I scrunched my lips thinking about that.

She continued, "To answer your question, no. I don't feel guilty. 
I've never forced anyone to do anything, especially not a child. 
I know it isn't 'normal', but hopefully you remember what I told 
Jennifer about being 'normal'. It used to be 'normal' for a 
twelve-year-old girl to get married to older men. In some 
countries it is still today ..."

I did remember the things she told Jennifer that day in my 
bedroom.

"... If things are consensual, then I don’t see the problem, as 
long as no one is being coerced into it."

"The law defines what is consensual as far as age though," I 
said.

"I know it does, and I disagree with a 'one age fits all' 
approach to things. I believe everyone is different and should be 
treated as an individual. The law is a cop-out."

Her logic made sense to me, but I doubted it would save her or 
the others if caught.

Mom added, "Remember the agreed rules for how to involve kids?"

"The ones Maggie told me?"

"If you follow those rules, and use your common sense, you should 
be okay."

"Isn't doing videos and pictures dangerous?"

"All of it is dangerous. You have to use great care, but the risk 
is always there. Most people who are caught are seducing kids who 
either aren't mature enough to understand what they're involved 
in, or have coerced kids into doing something they aren't 
comfortable with, or are just being plain stupid with what 
they're doing. It has to be consensual, or it is doomed to blow 
up in everyone's face."

What she was saying made sense to me.

"Also, being consensual doesn’t mean a grown man should fuck a 
girl who isn’t physically mature enough yet to handle his cock 
size. The parents have to step up to make sure their child is 
ready mentally and physically for whatever they’re doing, and not 
just when it comes to sex."

“That’s why you waited until I was twelve before involving me?”

“Exactly. But when Sarah started to have sex with the Walcotts 
then I thought you might be ready to experiment with sex, too. If 
I had known you had fooled around with your cousin I might have 
tried to see if you might like to get involved then.”

“You really would have?”

“Sure.”

“So you really didn’t keep me out of things because I was too 
young?”

“No, sweetie. Your father and I love you very much, too much to 
ever see you get hurt. I have watched out for you ever since 
Colleen seduced you to make sure you were comfortable with 
things.”

I knew what was being done was illegal. I didn't have a problem 
with it. In fact I was glad I was a part of it now. But it was 
scary thinking about getting caught though.


******


"Why are Grandpa and Grandma having a big yard sale? Do they need 
the money?"

"They don't need the money. They thought it was a good time to 
get rid of things they no longer needed. They were running out of 
space to keep anything new as well."

"They still have a lot to go thorough in the barn and storage 
shed. Are they gonna be able to do it themselves before next 
weekend?"

"Dad thought so, but I'll talk to him later today and see if he 
still feels the same way."

"If they need more help, I don't mind going back for a few days."

"I know they would appreciate the offer, but you have a 
commitment already. Remember Jennifer?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, Jennifer could go with me," I offered. Two birds 
and stuff.

"Let me talk to Mom first, then we can decide what to do. A lot 
of what is in the barn may be too heavy for you to help move 
around."

"Are you calling me weak?" I indignantly asked, flexing what 
little biceps I had.

Mom half-snorted at my display of physical prowess. I was in 
shape, but I certainly wasn’t a body-builder.

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Thank you for this weekend."

"So you had fun working?"

"Not that. Thanks for spending time with me ... and telling me so 
much."

"You're welcome, baby girl. You know it wasn't easy for me to 
bare so much to you."

"I know. I'm glad you did."

We rode quietly for a minute or so.

"It would be cool if Jamie and Sarah could spend time together 
like we did."

"Why do you think that?"

"They're really struggling at being a couple."

"I've noticed it too," she admitted. "You probably have a better 
feel for things though."

"I think they love each other, but ..."

"The sex with others?"

"Other teens mainly. I don't think either of them has any problem 
with the other having sex with adults."

"Jamie is a horn dog," Mom blurted out, causing us both to 
giggle. "He has a number of teen girls who think he is pretty hot 
and would like to have sex with him."

"And that's the problem. Sarah doesn't feel secure enough with 
things to even try to be comfortable with it. I believe she's 
afraid older girls could lure him away from her."

"I don't think they can. Oh they could possibly seduce him, but 
Sarah has his heart."

"I think that’s what Sarah isn't so sure about - her having his 
heart. It would be great if they had some time together away from 
everyone."

"You may be on to something, my not-so-little-anymore baby girl," 
she said, reaching over to squeeze my thigh.


******


When we got home, Daddy was still sitting at the kitchen table 
over a late breakfast. He got up quickly and grabbed Mom into a 
tight hug. They looked like they were kissing each other 
fiercely. They seemed ready to go to their room.

Once they separated, I hugged Daddy quickly and then went outside 
to bring our stuff in. When I came back in, Mom had poured 
herself a cup of coffee and sat down holding hands with Daddy. 
They looked so much in love the way they were smiling as they 
talked with each other.

The phone rang and Mom went to answer it. Moments later I heard 
Jamie coming in the backdoor. I got up and met him in the 
hallway.

"Spent the night at Sarah's?" I smiled, sorta teasing him. He 
grinned. "So what are you doing home so early? I figured you 
would still be cuddled up with Sarah."

"Dad is taking me to see the Braves play."

"Daddy is driving to Atlanta with you today?"

"Yeah, we have to leave soon."

Atlanta was a little over two hour drive from our house. A lot of 
Daddy's out-of-town trips were to some of his company’s major 
customers’ offices there. He often ended up with free tickets to 
some great seats. I would have been pissed off about not going if 
I hadn't had Doris's party to go to that afternoon.

I went out to the SUV and brought in our things, taking them to 
our bedrooms. The last thing I brought in was the box of books. I 
took it upstairs and set it on my bed before taking a potty 
break.

I grabbed one of the portable phones and went to my room to give 
Peter a quick call. I pushed the box of books to the foot of the 
bed and then lay down to call. I asked him if he would have a 
chance to come over before I had to go to Doris's party. 
Unfortunately, some of his relatives were supposed to arrive soon 
to spend the day with him and the rest of his family. I groaned 
knowing I would have to wait until that evening before I could 
see him, if even then.

I hung up the phone and looked at my bedside clock. I groaned 
when I saw it was just a quarter to ten.

"Melissa," Mom said as she poked her head into my room, "Would 
you start a load of laundry, please?"

"Yes, ma'am," I halfheartedly answered.

I quickly gathered up mine and Mom's dirty clothes from the past 
few days and ran downstairs to put them in the washer. I then 
trudged my way back up to my room. I looked at my bedside clock 
again and saw that I had killed all of five minutes! Ugh!

I decided to call Sarah and see if she could come over to kill 
some time with me before the party, which wasn't until two 
o'clock.

"Hi, Sarah. Whatcha doing?"

"Nothing. I'm bored."

"Do you want to come over and be bored with me instead?"

"Sure, Mel. It's always fun being bored with you. You're the most 
boring person I know."

We both giggled.

"Well, hurry up and get your cute ass over here. We're wasting a 
lot of boredom we could be sharing together."

We said bye and hung up. It was gonna be a boring few minutes 
before she arrived.

Then I noticed the dildo I had used on Peter. I hadn’t cleaned it 
yet. Oh shit. I took it with the butt plugs and other toys we had 
used to the bathroom and cleaned all of them thoroughly. I took 
them back to my room and hid them in my dresser.

The phone rung moments later and I answered it.

"Hi, sexy," my boyfriend said.

"Hi, handsome."

"I'm bored waiting on my relatives to get here."

"Me too, but Sarah is on her way over to be bored with me. Sucks 
to be you."

"You're telling me."

He then told me this joke. A blond girl is sitting on a wall. 
Suddenly the wall caves in. Why? Because the smarter one gives 
in.

It got me laughing, even if it was a rather dumb blonde joke. 
Gawd I wished he was lying with me on my bed instead of talking 
to me over the phone!

“Peter, you better not tell your sisters.”

“I did already.”

“And?”

“They are both cutting me off.”

I chuckled. “Does that mean …?” I left it hanging.

“More for you? Yeah, it does.”

We talked about some other things, too.

As he was telling me something about Aaron calling to see if he 
wanted to get together to practice with the others in his band 
during the week, I leaned up and pulled the box of books closer 
to me. I opened the top and looked inside.

"Oh shit," I blurted out.

"What?" Peter asked.

"I grabbed the wrong box. Fuck!"

"Wrong box of what?"

I told him about the books Grandma had intended to give me. The 
box I had obviously wasn't it.

"Does it have things your grandma will need right now?"

"I don't know. I better go through it now and see, and call you 
back later."

"Okay, I love you."

"Love you, too, Peter. Bye."

"I hope Grandma isn't going to be pissed," I muttered out loud.

The books she had mentioned to me the previous day weren't what I 
found. Instead, there were other books on top. Underneath were 
old photo albums, a few old bibles, and some other books along 
with some folders. I just hoped she wasn't going to need any of 
these things before I could get the box back to her.

"Hi, Mel," Sarah said from just outside my bedroom door. She 
walked over and asked, "What have you got?"

"The wrong box."

"Huh?"

"Grandma gave me some books she wanted me to have. She had them 
in a box for me."

"You should've grabbed the other box of books," she said being a 
smart-ass.

"Duh! I grabbed the wrong one this morning as we were leaving. 
Grandma is probably pissed."

"Your grandmother? Pissed at you? Seriously? The woman who said 
your shit didn't stink?"

"Whoa up, chica. You know she was talking about my very first 
baby poop. Everybody knows I can stink up a room. Well, a 
bathroom anyways."

"Whatever," she said, giggling at me.

Grandma more than once told the story about being the first 
person to ever change one of my poopy diapers. She said it didn't 
stink. She said baby poop didn't start stinking until after 
babies started digesting baby food instead of breast milk or 
whatever. So, it became a bit of a joke about my shit not 
stinking.

I opened up one of the bibles. It had a note in the front with an 
old date. It must have been one of the first bibles she ever was 
given.

Sarah opened one of the albums. It had some really old pictures 
in it. We sat beside each other as she flipped through the 
pictures. Some of them I hadn't seen before. Colleen was even in 
a number of them with Mom.

Once we finished looking through it, I looked back into the box. 
It was then that I noticed what looked like a baby book.

"This must be Mom's baby book," I said as I opened it.

Opening it I saw a picture of a newborn baby girl. It was one I 
had never seen before. It was a Polaroid picture that was fading 
a bit.

"Your mom was a cute baby," Sarah said.

"It doesn't look like the ones I've seen of Mom," I noted. The 
newborn pictures I had seen before weren't Polaroid ones though.

As I started turning the page, some folded papers started 
slipping out of it. Sarah grabbed them before they fell 
completely out. There were four legal-sized pages in all.

She unfolded one of them. "What's this?"

I leaned closer and looked at it as I held it with her. It was 
difficult to make out what was on the paper. It appeared to be a 
photocopy of something which was likely in color. When Sarah 
turned it sideways, we could then make out some things on it.

"Look," Sarah said, "It says 'The State of South Carolina'."

I pointed at another phrase, "Over here it says 'Court of 
Juvenile-Domestic Relations'."

We both cut our eyes at each other. What the fuck?

Further down it had one word. We both said 'decree' at the same 
time.

We then looked at the next page. It looked like a court document 
involving several different people, but it was just as difficult 
to read. The last two pages were the same.

"Mel, look right here," she said, pointing a little ways down 
from the top, "it says 'Frank Jeffcoat'."

"And 'Susan Jeffcoat' is right below it," I added.

Then we both simultaneously read out loud what was below that: 
“And Baby Girl Jeffcoat’, a minor under one month of age, 
Respondents."

"What the hell is this?" I blurted out.

Sarah took the pages from me and sat down to look at them closer.

She read, "This matter comes before me ..." She was quiet for a 
moment as she read more of it to herself. "... Petitioners 
requesting that they be allowed to adopt the minor known in these 
proceedings as 'Baby Girl Jeffcoat'."

"What does all that mean?" I asked.

"Mel, your grandparents are listed as respondents in an 
adoption."

"They adopted a baby girl?! They adopted Mom?!" I blurted out.

"No, I think it means your grandparents gave a baby girl up FOR 
adoption!"

We just stared open-mouthed at one another for the longest time. 
It wasn't until we heard Mom's voice in the hallway that we 
snapped out of it.

"Mel, your grandma called and said you grabbed the wrong box this 
morning," Mom told me.

I glanced back at the box. "Oops. I thought this was the one. It 
looked just like the one she said she wanted me to have."

"Your grandma said the boxes were identical, and the wrong one 
was sitting where you likely thought yours would be. Grandma said 
to tell you not to worry about it. She's on her way now to 
exchange them."

"She's coming all the way here just to exchange a box of books?"

"She said she has been planning to do some shopping and this just 
gives her a good excuse to spend the day getting that done."

"Oh," I replied.

I immediately knew that box was very important, specifically the 
court papers Sarah and I had discovered.

"Is she coming straight here to get the box?"

"She should be here in about ..." Mom glanced at my bedside 
clock, "oh ... twenty-five minutes or so. She was going to leave 
right after she hung up with me."

I glanced at the clock. It was about 10:15. We had arrived home 
right at 9:30. That must have been Grandma calling just after we 
had arrived home.

Mom was about to leave the room when she said, "Don't forget to 
put that load of laundry in the dryer, please, baby girl?"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied as she left.

I looked at Sarah. "We need to make a copy of those court papers. 
We have to do it fast without Mom or Daddy knowing."

"Your dad's printer should be able to make copies."

"He's probably down in his office right now."

"No," Sarah replied, "he was leaving with Jamie to go to the 
baseball game when I rode up on my bike."

"Let’s do this, chica!"

I grabbed the papers out of the baby book and we made my way 
downstairs. Mom must have heard us.

"Don't forget the laundry!" she shouted out.

"Motherfucking laundry!" I muttered.

"Here," Sarah said, taking the papers from me. "Do what your mom 
wants and I'll go down and make the copies."

"You're the best, Sarah."

"I know, now go!"

I darted into the laundry room and quickly put the clothes into 
the dryer, turning it on. I went back into the hallway to go join 
Sarah. Just as I reached the basement door, she was coming back 
out.

She quietly said, "The printer’s ink cartridges are empty!"

"You didn't get any of it copied?!"

She shook her head.

“Fuck!” I muttered.

I groaned to myself and decided to take a chance. "Mom," I called 
out as I walked into the family room. "Do you know if Daddy has 
anymore ink cartridges for his printer?"

"What do you need to print?"

"I want to copy something Sarah brought with her,” I lied. “Is 
there any extra ink somewhere?"

"If there is, it will be on the first shelf over your father’s 
desk."

"Thanks, Mom," I said.

As Sarah and I turned and dashed toward the basement door, Mom 
hollered, “Don’t waste it!”

In Daddy’s office, Sarah and I both looked on the shelf.

"Fuck!" I said almost too loudly when we couldn’t find any.

I then had a thought. "Sarah, can you go to the library and make 
some copies? It's just five minutes by bike. I can stall Grandma 
long enough if she’s here before you get back."

"The public library is closed on Sunday mornings, Mel."

God was punishing me!

Sarah quickly added, "But I can go to my house and use Dad's 
printer. As I left my parents were fixing to leave to do some 
shopping together. I’m sure they’re not home now."

"Go. Go. Go," I said, rushing her upstairs. That was gonna take a 
good bit longer, but I figured I could keep Grandma occupied long 
enough for Sarah to get back. As long as she didn't have any 
problems with the printer, I figured it would take her no more 
than twenty minutes to get back. It would be easy peasy for me to 
occupy Grandma at least that long, or even a few minutes longer 
if needed.

Sarah left out the backdoor.

Mom came out into the hall, “Where is Sarah going?”

“She’s going to get a music CD she left at her house.”

“Okay, but you don’t go anywhere. Your grandmother will be here 
soon.”

I nodded and started going back upstairs to my bedroom.

“Did you put the clothes in the dryer?” she asked as I was a few 
steps from the top.

“Yes, ma’am,”

“Thank you, baby girl.”

I smiled back at her and headed on to my room. I looked at the 
bedside clock. It was 10:20. Grandma probably wouldn’t be here 
until 10:40 at the earliest. Sarah should be back in twenty 
minutes, just in time. I smiled as I figured we had this in the 
bag.


******


“Melissa! Grandma is here!” Mom called from downstairs. I glanced 
at the clock - 10:35, five minutes early. Grandma must have been 
speeding! Oh well, Sarah should be here in about five minutes.

At first I thought about just staying upstairs to delay things, 
but then I figured Mom and Grandma might come upstairs. If she 
did, I wasn’t sure how we would get the papers back into the baby 
book, and it back into the box.

“Melissa!”

“I’m coming!” I called out as I dashed out of my room and down 
the stairs.

“Hi, Grandma. Long time, no see,” I joked. She hugged me tight 
and then kissed me, as usual.

“I just stopped by real quick to exchange the boxes ...”

I interrupted her by pulling her to sit down beside me on the 
couch. “Which of the books do you think I should read first?” I 
asked. She brightened up at my obvious, although feigned, 
interest in the books she had given me.

She began talking about various books and which ones she had 
found interesting. I glanced at the wall clock and saw it was 
10:40. Where the fuck was Sarah?!

Then the phone rang. Mom went to answer it. A few seconds later, 
she brought it back to me. “It’s someone asking for you,” she 
told me.

I took it and stepped out into the hall. “Hello?”

“Mel! I’ve just started making the copies. The first page is 
printing now.”

Hearing her voice sent me into a panic. She must've disguised her 
voice when Mom answered the phone.

“What’s taking so long?!” I urgently but quietly asked into the 
phone.

“I’ll tell you when I get there ... Fuck! The ink just ran out! I 
gotta go!” she exclaimed and hung up.

Shit! Shit! Shit! I knew I needed to kill at least another twenty 
to thirty minutes!

I went back into the family room.

“I better get ...” Grandma started saying. I knew I had to get 
her talking to me longer.

“You said ‘Pride and Prejudice’ ...” I interrupted, and got 
Grandma talking about the books again. I noticed Mom looking at 
me strangely as Grandma talked with me. Gawd I hoped she wasn’t 
on to me!

About ten minutes into our talk, Grandma kinda brought the talk 
about the books to a close. I quickly began talking about school, 
not knowing what else to say at that moment.

“Melissa,” Mom interrupted, “your grandma is in a bit of a hurry. 
Why don’t you go and get the box so she can get ready to leave.”

“Oh, okay,” I replied. “Umm, I’ll be right back.” I said, 
standing up and slowly walking out of the family room. I stopped 
at the base of the stairs. I somehow needed to kill at least ten 
more minutes!

I walked extra slowly up the stairs. I took baby steps to my 
room. I listened for any noise of Sarah’s return. Nothing. I took 
a deep breath.

I made sure the box looked pretty much like it did before we had 
opened it earlier and then picked the box up off my bed. I very 
slowly walked back to and down the stairs.

I stopped in the hallway just outside the family room. Sarah! 
Where the fuck are you!

“Melissa!” Mom called out.

I was doomed. I took a breath and walked into the family room and 
set the box on the floor, figuring if Sarah got back right then, 
she could slip the papers into the baby book while I distracted 
Mom and Grandma.

“Bring it over here, honey,” Mom said. Ugh!

I set it on the coffee table. Grandma then opened it and looked 
inside. I held my breath as she reached in and moved a few things 
around.

“I’m sorry about the mix up,” I said, distracting her.

“It’s fine, sweetie. I brought your box with me. It’s out in the 
car.”

“Can you stay a little longer?” I sweetly asked. She seemed to 
appreciate my desire for her to not leave so soon, and I did love 
talking with her. I really wish I could say my motive had been 
pure.

“I need to get going, honey, so I can get everything done today 
before it gets too late.”

I hugged her and picked up the box. We walked to the door 
together as Mom talked a little more with her.

Standing on the porch, Grandma used her key fob to unlock her car 
doors.

“Your box is in the front seat.”

I exchanged the boxes and sighed. I wasn’t sure how I would 
explain the missing papers when I eventually was asked about 
them.

I closed the car door, intentionally leaving it unlocked. Until 
she actually left, I figured there was at least a chance, no 
matter how slim.

I turned to walk back to the house and noticed Sarah riding fast 
down the street on her bike. Sarah saw me as well. I sorta raised 
my hand to get her to stop. Fortunately she noticed and did. I 
slightly nodded back toward the car and Sarah nodded, patting a 
handbag she now had with her. I knew the papers had to be in it.

Yes! There is a God! Now I had to buy a little time, just a few 
more minutes.

I walked quickly back to the front door.

“Do you really have to leave now? I bought some tops the other 
day I’d really like to show you,” I pleaded, giving her my 
sweetest most yearning look. It was the look that always melted 
Daddy’s heart. Even Mom’s one time!

She smiled at me and seemed to relax. “You know, I don’t really 
need to rush off so fast. The shopping can wait a little bit,” 
she said. I smiled brightly as she took my hand. Success! Sarah 
could easily slip into the car and ... *chirp chirp*.

My heart froze and I grimaced inside when I heard the sound of 
Grandma using her key fob to lock the car doors. I almost groaned 
out loud as I watch her slip her key back into her handbag.

At least she wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Now I just needed to 
somehow get the car key from Grandma and somehow get the papers 
in the box in the car without anyone seeing.

As we were about to reach the stairs to go up to my room, Sarah 
came in the back door with her handbag. She and Grandma hugged 
each other. Grandma took some time to talk to Sarah whom she has 
always treated as one of the family. Sarah even called her 
Grandma at times, like I did with her grandmother.

Then the most amazing thing happened. Grandma set her handbag 
down on the table in the hallway before she began walking 
upstairs with me.

Sarah realizing the opportunity, “I’ll join you in a few minutes. 
I need to use the bathroom.”

“Okay, honey,” Grandma replied. Before Mom could beg off and stay 
downstairs, I grabbed her hand firmly and pulled her along with 
us.

At the top of the stairs, I looked back over my shoulder and saw 
Sarah running toward the front door.

Wooohooo! I was one happy girl. Finally I could relax!

After a few minutes, Sarah joined us in my room as I modeled the 
new tops for Grandma. With any luck, Grandma might buy me another 
one while she was out shopping! I looked at Sarah and she just 
smiled.

After about thirty minutes, Grandma finally did leave to go do 
her shopping. Just before she left, she had me move the box from 
the front seat to the trunk to get it out of sight while the car 
was parked at the stores she planned to shop at.

Back in my bedroom, Sarah pulled the copies she made out of her 
handbag as I closed the bedroom door, locking it.

“What took you so long?” I asked as she laid the copies on the 
bed.

“To start with, my parents slowed me down because they were just 
leaving to go shopping. Then the printer ran out of ink while 
copying the first page, so I had to find a new cartridge and 
change it out. Then the printer went through some kind of self-
check. Then I had to use the zoom since we didn’t have any legal 
size paper. I’m sorry it took so long.”

“I was totally freaked out! At least it worked out,” I said, 
hugging her. “Thanks for doing it.”

“Anything for my best friend.”

“These are harder to read than the others,” I said, holding one 
of the pages up.

“It’s a copy of a copy,” Sarah shrugged.

"It probably would've been better if you had scanned them."

"You're lucky to get what you did, Miss Pickified".

That got her tickled.

The first page was the worst of the copies because of it being a 
copy of a colored page. A copy of that copy became even that much 
harder to read. Neither of us could get anything else very useful 
from it other than the reference to a baby girl given up for 
adoption - 'Baby Girl Jeffcoat'.

“Your grandparents are definitely the birth parents,” Sarah 
noted, looking closely at one of the pages. “But I can’t make out 
who the Petitioners are. It’s too faded.”

“The Petitioners would be the people adopting the baby?”

Sarah nodded.

“My Gawd,” I whined. “Does this mean Mom has a sister?!”

“She’s got a sister, and you have an aunt.”

The rest of the pages had some words and phrases we were able to 
read. A lot of it was useless to us in trying to figure out 
anything.

“Mel, the adoption decree itself is dated August 30, 1966,” Sarah 
said. “That’s the year before your mom was born. Remember it said 
the baby girl was under one month of age at the time of the 
decree.”

Mom's birthdate was May 31, 1967. This baby girl definitely 
wasn't her!

Sarah kept looking at the papers. I was too flustered. I couldn’t 
believe Mom had a sister!

“Look at this,” she said, pointing at a faded paragraph. “It says 
the birth parents waived the normal required waiting period.”

“How long would the waiting period be?” I asked.

“I dunno, but remember that the baby was born in the month of 
August 1966. The waiting period couldn’t be more than a few 
weeks, I wouldn’t think, if that long.”

“Probably just a week or two,” I numbly replied. I sighed and 
added, “So, based on that, the baby was likely born sometime 
during the first two weeks of August 1966 at the latest.”

“But wait,” Sarah said, “That would be like just nine months 
between this baby and your Mom's birth. Is that even possible?”

“During the night of Peter’s birthday dinner, Maggie was talking 
about how Pam and Peter are what’s known as Irish twins - born 
within twelve months of each other.”

“But to get preggers right after having a baby, like within a few 
weeks?”

“You can get preggers right after giving birth. Plus, a baby is 
considered at term around like 259 days. That would make it 
possible if the birth date of the first baby was like the first 
two weeks of August.”

“How do you know that?”

“Biology class, duh. Remember I aced it. Plus I'm seriously good 
at math.”

"Geek girl."

"Geek girl lover," I shot back at her. She grinned at me.

I looked at Sarah closely. “Your mom is nine and a half months 
older than mine.”

She started shaking her head, “No way, Mel.”

“I’m just saying ...”

“I know what you’re saying, but it can’t be!”

“Your mom’s birthday is about a week from now, right?”

“August 15.”

“1966,” I reminded her. “The year before Mom was born.”

“That would make us first cousins, Mel,” she said on the verge of 
tears.

“What’s wrong with being my ...” I started saying and then 
realized the implications. If I was her first cousin, so was 
Jamie.

“Mel, do you know what would happen if everyone at school found 
out I was dating my cousin?”

“Sarah, no one has to know outside of us.”

"You're talking like it's true! You don't know that!"

"I know I can't prove it, Sarah. But it does make sense. I'm 
pretty sure I’m onto something."

“So if it’s true, you're not going to tell anyone? You're gonna 
keep it from Jamie? Doesn't he have a right to know he could be 
dating his cousin? Are you THAT sure?!"

I wasn't so sure I wanted to be sure now. I began to understand 
how a secret like this could hurt a lot of people, innocent 
people.

I replied, "Well, I guess it could be just a big coincidence."

"Yeah, right. Think about it, Mel, if your grandparents were 
gonna give up a baby for adoption, wouldn't it make sense for 
their best friends to adopt the baby if they could?"

What the fuck? Now Sarah was trying to convince me it could be 
true! I wasn't sure if it made sense or not. I could argue for 
and against it.

"It's probably what I would do if I could," I admitted. But I 
also wondered, if the shoe were on the other foot, could I live 
with myself knowing my child was being raised by another couple 
within walking distance of my house?

"Mel, why would your grandparents even give up their baby like 
that?"

I then told her about the details I had learned about my 
grandparents around that time. Grandpa had lost his job right 
after they had married when the plant closed. There hadn't been 
any work for him other than some odd jobs. Then Grandpa had 
gotten badly injured and couldn't work at all. I bet he thought 
he would never be able to work again.

Grandma couldn't find a job either. Her dad had recently died 
from an illness. Her mom was grieving so badly that she could 
barely even take care of herself. Also, from what I remembered 
from overhearing Sarah's and my grandparents saying one time, the 
house my great-grandma Melissa was living in then wasn't very 
big. It was one bedroom, and was crowded even with just her 
living there. She had sold her larger house after Great-grandpa 
James had died.

I also remembered them talking just the night before, while I 
wasn't thinking about Peter, that Great-grandma Melissa went back 
to work to help after Mom's dad was hurt and unable to work 
himself. I bet my grandparents didn't want a child to be raised 
in poverty like that, not even knowing if they would have a place 
to live for long. It only made sense to me that their close 
friends would adopt the baby. That way she could still see the 
little girl and be a part of her life, and the baby would have a 
good home.

I wasn't sure I could live that close to my own daughter and 
pretend to just be a good friend to her parents. But I supposed 
parents did what they had to in the best interest of their 
children.

Sarah asked, "Where were your grandpa's parents?"

"I'm not sure, but I remember Grandpa talking one time about 
being a surprise baby, that his parents were already in their 
forties when he was born. They were in their sixties when Mom's 
sister would've been born. I remember overhearing the adults 
talking a few different times about Grandpa's parents not being 
in the best of health when he and Grandma married. I bet they 
weren't able to raise the baby either."

"I guess it does make sense," Sarah finally agreed. “I think I 
would step up for you if you had a child you couldn't provide 
for."

I hugged her. Other than the issue of her and Jamie being a 
couple, I loved the idea of Sarah being my cousin.

"You know what this would mean?” Sarah asked.

I slightly shook my head.

"It means my grandparents aren't really my grandparents."

"Sarah, it doesn't mean that! Your grandparents ARE your 
grandparents no matter what."

"But ... yours would be mine as well, at least by blood."

"Then you're lucky that you have another set of grandparents who 
love you. You know mine treat you like a grandchild already."

Then again, the Thompsons treated me like I was their 
granddaughter also. Nothing would really change, at least in my 
mind it wouldn't. But I could see Sarah struggling with the whole 
idea. I figured I would as well if I were in her position. If 
this became open knowledge, a lot of people could end up getting 
hurt in some way.

Then it suddenly hit me. “Oh, my Gawd,” I almost yelled. 
“Remember the secret our moms have kept from us?"

"You mean ..."

"The 'big' secret they share."

She covered her mouth with her hand and looked at me wide-eyed.

“Why not?" I asked. "It’s been a secret for years. And you have 
to admit this is pretty big!"

“Maybe, I guess ...” She sounded skeptical.

"Your mom once told me that the secret is something that would 
hurt a lot of people."

"It's already hurting me ... I mean, I love the idea of the two 
of us being family ..."

"I know," I said hugging her. If this really was their big 
secret, I wasn't sure how things would end up for her and Jamie.

"There is something weird about all of this," Sarah mused.

"What isn't weird about all of this?" I shot back.

“Mel, when your grandma called to tell your Mom that you had 
grabbed the wrong box, why didn't she tell her to make sure she 
got it from you as quick as she could? To keep you from possibly 
finding the adoption decree?"

We both thought about it for a short time.

I then told her, "I bet our grandparents have kept it a secret 
from our moms. They probably don't know that our moms figured out 
that they are sisters."

"That makes sense. If she had asked your mom to get the box from 
you, your mom could've been the one to go through it."

"And find the adoption decree herself!" I exclaimed. "That's why 
she just hurried to get here like she did!"

"Our moms must've figured things out somehow on their own," Sarah 
surmised.

"I bet they haven’t told anyone other than our fathers ... and 
probably Doris, which means Bradley knows too."

"But why not tell us? It's not like we can't keep a secret!"

"I bet they haven't, at least not yet, because they’re afraid of 
what it would do to their parents - that it could 'hurt' them. 
That's how your mom put it to me months ago," I told her. "A lot 
of people could get hurt in some way or another if such a guarded 
secret was exposed. Doris even mentioned that the secret was 
pretty big."

"But what is the big deal with you, me and Jamie knowing?"

I thought about it for a few moments. "Maybe our parents wanted 
to keep it from the three of us out of fear that we'd think less 
of our grandparents for doing what they did. What if you thought 
less of your grandparents because they weren't related to you by 
blood?"

"I wouldn’t think any less of them. They're the best grandparents 
ever!" she proclaimed.

"Your mom said mine was going to tell me about the secret 
sometime. At first she said she was gonna reveal it to me, but 
then later said it would have to be up to my mom to tell me what 
their big secret is."

"I bet they either overheard their parents talking about it ... 
or maybe they found the papers themselves when they were 
teenagers. However it happened, they both probably have known 
about it for some time."

"So now what do we do?" Sarah asked.

"I bet they would try to deny it being true. I don't think they 
want to tell us until we're much older, if even then. We're kids, 
remember? They're afraid we'll act like immature kids about it."

"If they deny it, we could prove it is true."

"All we can prove is my mom has a sister who is a little over 
nine months older than her. We'll have to come up with some way 
to prove her sister is your mother."

"How can we do that? We can't do DNA testing."

"We'll just have to figure out a way."

"You mean do more snooping," Sarah giggled.

"You know me too well, cuz." We both groaned at that word, and 
quickly decided we were 'cousins'.

We talked some more about being related. It made us both wonder 
if our parents got off on the idea of having sex with their 
nieces and nephew. I even hinted at what it might be like to go a 
step further and have 'real' sex with our parents. Sarah wasn't 
nearly as comfortable with that idea as she was with continuing 
to have sex with her aunt and uncle. She didn't really slam the 
door on the idea of it though.

We also talked more about the issue of Jamie being Sarah's 
cousin. If one day they decided to marry, could they? We were 
able to use the computer down in Daddy's office to go onto the 
internet to find out. We discovered that it was legal in South 
Carolina, but many States didn't allow it.

"People would think we were inbred or something, cousins marrying 
each other," she grumbled.

"At least it's possible. And it's not like anyone has to know 
outside of us."

"And Jamie," she reminded me, her voice indicating that she had 
serious doubts that he would marry his cousin. "I won't hide this 
from him."

"I'm not saying you should. I think he'll be fine with it."

She looked at me rather skeptically. I honestly wasn't sure how 
Jamie would react when he found out.

Sarah and I debated more about what to do about Jamie. Should we 
tell him now or wait until we had some way to prove things? It 
didn't take us long to agree it was better to wait. There was no 
need to rock that boat any sooner than we had to.

The more we talked, though, the more I wondered about things. Why 
would Mom think she couldn’t share this with me? I could maybe 
see Colleen being worried how Sarah would take things. But why 
wouldn’t Mom trust me with this secret? Was she that afraid I 
would tell Sarah even if I promised not to? Some things about 
this weren’t adding up for me. Mom knew she could trust me, 
especially now that I knew so much about her past. I had kept my 
promise not to reveal those things to Sarah and Jamie. And I 
would continue to keep it.

So, why keep other stuff like this from me now? And how would 
anyone actually get ‘hurt’ by this big secret? Were they that 
afraid of being embarrassed? I knew how cruel kids could be to 
each other about shit. I had seen that first hand. I shamefully 
had been a part of it at times. I didn’t like doing it though. I 
normally tried to stay out of it. Embarrassing or shaming someone 
was how girls typically went after others to get revenge for 
wrongs done to them ... whether those wrongs were real or 
imagined. Sometimes it was just done for the fun of it.

I knew what I needed to do - more snooping. It was the only way I 
was going to find out everything without being told.


******


About an hour before we had to be at the party, Mom interrupted 
us with a knock on the door. Opening it, I was surprised to see 
Colleen standing close behind Mom. I almost freaked out thinking 
that they were somehow on to what Sarah and I had discovered.

"May we come in?" Mom asked, getting my attention.

I sheepishly grinned as I realized I must have looked like a dork 
to them. I opened the door the rest of the way and let them come 
inside. Sarah perked up when she saw her mom with mine. I bet she 
had the same fear I initially had.

Mom said, "How about let’s sit on the bed and talk about a few 
things."

Whoa. Were they gonna come clean with us?

It was crowded, but we were able to all get situated on my bed 
facing each other.

Mom started, "Sarah, I was just talking to your mother about some 
things Melissa and I have discussed over the past few days ..."

Mom went on to tell Sarah about the local swingers group. I was 
flabbergasted to say the least. It wasn't so much that she was 
telling Sarah, it was more that she was telling her right in 
front of Colleen and me! Mom rattled off the names of everyone 
she had told me, including the kids.

Colleen then said, "It's time that you both know about the group, 
and make some decisions about how you may or may not want to 
participate. Remember, no one is going to force you to do 
anything with anyone. Everything is up to the two of you, just as 
it always has been."

Mom added, "The whole group, the Hidden Valley club, will be 
getting together soon for a party. The two of you are invited if 
you want to join in with us."

"A sex party?" I asked.

"That's a blunt way of putting it," Mom said, suppressing a grin. 
Colleen did as well.

"Are you and Dad going?" Sarah asked her Mom.

"We're planning to with you, if you want to come along."

"Is Jamie going?" I asked. Sarah looked particularly interested 
in the answer to that question as well.

"It'll be up to him."

"He's been before?" Sarah intently asked.

"He has," Mom replied, offering no details. I took it to mean he 
had been to more than one. "Sarah, don't hold it against him. I 
asked him to keep it a secret. He was only keeping a promise I 
asked him to. And before you ask, he has only been before you two 
became a couple."

Sarah nodded and appeared satisfied with that. I wasn't sure what 
all he had kept from Sarah, but she didn't seem upset.

"Why are you telling us this now?"

Mom replied, "Well, we’ve had to deal with the reality that the 
two of you aren't keeping things from each other any longer."

"Only because you weren’t open and honest with us," I shot back. 
I think it surprised both of them.

"Guilty as charged," Colleen replied. "But this is part of making 
up for that. I know what Andrea told you over the past few days. 
I've told Sarah a few things as well."

I glanced over at Sarah. We had been so consumed by the adoption 
papers that we hadn't discussed anything else about the past two 
days.

Colleen continued, "You two are so much like your mother and I 
when we were your age. We couldn't keep secrets from each other. 
We're not even going to pretend anymore that the two of you can."

Sarah and I smiled at each other. If they only knew we were 
getting very close to figuring out quite a bit about their big 
secret.

Mom asked, "Is it okay if we let everyone know that you're going 
to be a part of the Hidden Valley club?"

"Yeah," Sarah replied.

"Why not?" I asked, "I'm already involved with many of them."

"Are you both sure?" Colleen asked. “You will get to see people 
do a lot of, let’s say interesting things. That includes your 
friends and your parents. Are you sure you can handle that?”

Sarah and I looked at each other before we nodded. We had both 
wanted to be included. To be really included in the group’s 
activities soon made me tingle all over.

Before they left my room, Colleen said she was going on over to 
help Doris get finished with her preparations. She asked Sarah to 
ride with Mom and me when we came. They left us alone after 
giving each of us a kiss.

Sarah and I stared at each other.

I softly said, "I've got so much to tell you, cousin."

"Me too, cuz." She got pounced for that. Unfortunately, we didn't 
have any time to talk privately in my room right then.

We spent about thirty minutes in the bathroom getting ready for 
Doris's party. Neither of us knew what to expect. I mean, a party 
to celebrate the worst week of every month? Doris had never let 
me down before, so I expected it would be fun somehow.

Before we left, I called Peter back to let him know I was leaving 
for the party. I told him I wasn’t sure when I would be back 
home, but that I would call him when I did and he could come over 
to spend some time together.


******


It was a little before two o'clock when Mom drove Sarah and I 
over to the Thomases. We sat in the back together during the 
ride. We were quiet at first. The discovery of the adoption 
papers were definitely on my mind. I was certain the same was 
true for Sarah. When Mom asked Sarah a question about what she 
had planned for the upcoming week, I watched Sarah closely as she 
replied. As she told Mom that she didn't have anything special 
planned, I wondered if Sarah saw her differently than before.

I had so much I wanted to tell Sarah about the weekend. There was 
the old Munson house orgy and what happened with Mr. Blackmon. I 
wasn't sure just what she would think of the things I had found 
out about my grandparents, especially the things I overheard them 
say late at night.

Walking up to the house, we were greeted by Jennifer and Julie. 
Their moms were inside helping Doris and Colleen to get 
everything prepared for us girls. Julie seemed to be a little 
standoffish though. I remembered what Sarah had told me about the 
phone call a few days before.

I really liked Julie. We had never been the closest of friends, 
but she was someone I felt I could be very close with. I knew she 
could keep secrets. We both had plenty of those, many of them we 
were both a part of. I didn't want her to feel intimidated by me 
or anything. I knew it would be up to me to change that.

The family room looked like an elaborate slumber party waiting to 
happen, except there was one particular color on display - red. 
There were red balloons all around, along with red streamers ... 
and lots of red pillows.

Bowls and plates with all kinds of chocolate had been laid out 
everywhere on top of red tablecloths, including red licorice. 
Also put out had been red candy of numerous kinds, strawberries, 
red velvet cupcakes, sugar cookies with red sprinkles - some with 
a uterus drawn on them with red icing, etc.

The drinks were also red. We girls had red punch, Code Red 
Mountain Dew, and a few other types of cherry flavored drinks. 
The adults had some kind of cranberry juice drinks that I was 
sure had something a little more adult-oriented in it.

Looking around the room, I was surprised to see Kari. When Maggie 
arrived a few minutes later, I saw that Penny had come along with 
Pam. I was a little amazed that Doris had invited everyone that 
she had, especially older girls like Kari and Penny.

Then Anna and her mom showed up. That really surprised me. Anna 
came over and gave me a hug.

“I didn’t realize you were coming to this.” I told her.

“Doris asked us to yesterday. She thought you would want me 
here.”

Doris stepped up to us. “I’m glad you and your mom could come on 
short notice,” she told Anna.

“Thanks for inviting us.”

“I’m glad you and Mel are spending more time together. I think 
what you did by giving up the captain spot to get Mel back on the 
team was very selfless. I’m very proud of you.”

“I wish she hadn’t done it,” I gently stated. “She deserved it 
more than I did, especially after I had quit the team.”

“I’m proud of you both,” Doris replied. “You both are good 
examples for your teammates.”

She kissed us both on the forehead and went back to finishing a 
few things for the party.

I smiled awkwardly at Anna. Before I could say anything, her Mom 
asked her to go get something from the car.

Anna's mom was still standing close to me. "Hi, Mrs. Taylor, I 
want to thank you again for the rush job you and your husband did 
last week on my birthday gift for my boyfriend."

"We were very happy to help out. It was a pleasure to have such a 
photogenic young lady to shoot," she replied, practically 
undressing me with her eyes.

I blushed.

Leaning closer to me, she continued, "Andy and I are looking 
forward to the chance to do more shoots with you. Next time maybe 
something a little more ... intimate?"

"I'd like that," I timidly replied.

I knew an 'intimate' photo-shoot with the Taylors could get very 
interesting to say the least.

"And you're more than welcome to visit our home anytime. I know 
Anna would like to have you over."

I thanked her and she left to talk with the other adults in the 
room.

I then walked into the kitchen and saw Colleen. She came over and 
greeted me, giving me a kiss on my cheek. Even though I had seen 
her less than an hour ago, this was the first time it was just us 
face-to-face with my knowing she was likely my aunt.

"Is something wrong," she asked me.

"Uh ... no, ma’am," I replied, puzzled why she asked me that. 
“Why do ask?”

"You look a little spaced out is all."

I hugged her tightly much longer than I ordinarily might have, 
and said everything was fine. She looked a little puzzled by 
that. I just smiled back at her. I so wanted to call her Aunt 
Colleen, just to see how she would react. But I held back, 
knowing it wasn't the time or place to do something that daring. 
It was one of the rare times I looked before leaping.

What could I prove anyway? Sure, I had an adoption decree. A very 
faded adoption decree ... with nothing but a rough timeframe for 
when the baby was born. I couldn't prove anything with it other 
than Mom had a sister. If Mom and Colleen wanted to put me off, 
all they had to do was to deny that Colleen was that sister.

I needed more evidence before I could confront either of them. 
The thing was I really loved the idea of Colleen being my aunt. 
In so many ways, she had always been like an aunt to me.

Moments later Pam came into the kitchen and took my hand, leading 
me outside through the backdoor.

“Why did you want to come out here?”

“Are you and Anna still cool?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I heard that she was forced to give up her captain spot for you 
to rejoin the cheer squad.”

“She wasn’t forced to. It was Anna’s idea. She said she was 
perfectly fine with me being the captain. She said I would’ve 
been voted captain at camp, if I hadn’t quit.”

“Are you sure she’s not just saying that she’s fine with it?”

“What do you mean? Why would she lie to me about that?”

“To stay on your good side.”

“I don’t think she is lying about it,” I honestly told her. 
“You’re not trying to make trouble between us, are you?”

She stared at me a moment. That had caught her off-guard.

“Look, I’m just trying to be a friend. Think about it. How would 
you feel if everyone wanted someone else to be cheer captain over 
you, but you already had it? Wouldn’t you feel slighted? Would 
you feel the same about the person you gave it up for, even if no 
one actually asked you to give it up?”

“Well, maybe. But Anna isn’t acting like she’s upset about it or 
anything.”

“She might not be now, but what about later when you’re getting 
all the attention that she would’ve gotten?”

She was making sense. Anna had said all the right things to make 
me think she was fine with things, but was she really?

Pam continued, “Look, I’m not saying she’s upset about it. She 
really may be glad you are captain instead of her. But I think 
you need to go out of your way to make her feel like a special 
part of the squad, almost like a co-captain or something. Let her 
be in at least part of the spotlight too.”

I wondered for a moment about Pam. She had been way off-base 
about Jennifer before the camping trip, but I did think she had 
meant well at the time. I figured she did this time, too. She was 
trying hard to show she could be a friend I could count on from 
now on. I decided to just go with it for now.

“Yeah, I see what you mean.” I hugged her. “Thanks, Pam.”

We walked back inside together. Mom saw us and motioned me to 
come to her.

Softly, she asked, “What’s up with you and Pam?”

“Believe it or not, she was being a good friend.”

“I know you don’t completely trust her after this past year, and 
she can be rather self-centered, but she really wants to be your 
friend. You two have been friends for years. It would be a shame 
if you couldn’t work through your issues.”

“Believe me, Mom, I’m trying.”

“I know you are, and I’m proud of you for it, no matter how it 
works out.”

Mom hugged me and I went back to join the others. Our moms helped 
Doris finish with the preparations.


******


As my friends and I were goofing around in the family room, I 
noticed Janet going out the front door with Jennifer. I wondered 
why they were leaving until Doris joined us with the rest of the 
adults and explained things.

"Real quick, everyone, before Jennifer comes back in, we have 
some new members to our swingers club," she said. Looking at us, 
"Julie, Melissa, and Sarah."

"About damn time," Penny grumbled, causing most everyone to 
laugh.

I looked at Mrs. Taylor. She was smiling. I thought about her 
husband taking more intimate pictures of me. Would Mrs. Taylor 
want to actually be in the pictures with me? Would she take some 
while her hunky husband posed with me as well? I wondered how big 
he was. Would I find out before my first sex party with the 
Hidden Valley swingers group?

The Thorntons and Davidsons from our church popped into my mind 
as well. They were still no more than acquaintances to me. Before 
these past few weeks, I never would have expected to be involved 
in having sex parties with them.

My first club party would certainly be an interesting experience. 
It was going to be awkward to say the least. I looked at Sarah. I 
knew she had to feel the same way.

"We're all glad the three of you are now a part of things," Mrs. 
Taylor said.

Mom and Colleen looked proudly at Sarah and me like we were 
graduating school or something. Terri did the same with Julie. In 
a way, I guess it felt like that.

As I looked at Colleen, the thought of her being my aunt still 
lingered in my mind as well. I bet the same was happening to 
Sarah whenever she looked at Mom.

Doris continued, "For now, Jennifer isn't aware of the club. So, 
please, let’s be careful about what we say during the party."

"Is she coming back to join us?" I asked.

"Any moment now. She's just helping her mom bring in something 
from my car. So, this stays our secret for now."

I didn't like the idea of keeping Jennifer out of things. There 
was the whole issue of her being a lesbian that had to be dealt 
with before much of anything else could happen.


******


After a short time, Doris had all of us sit or lay around.

"I'm certain you're all wondering exactly what is going to happen 
this afternoon. Well, to put it bluntly, we're here to celebrate 
being women ..."

As she talked, I thought about how I adored Doris, but I just 
couldn't understand how anyone could 'celebrate' their period, 
unless you were afraid you had gotten preggers during the weeks 
prior to it.

"... I'll go ahead and warn a few people who haven't been around 
me very much. While I am a pastor's wife, I do tend to be a 
little ... colorful ... with my language at times ..."

There were more than a few giggles around the room, including 
from our moms.

"Hopefully you won't be too shocked or hold it against me. I 
think we're all good friends here, and I hope we can all grow 
closer as we celebrate who we are."

I quickly realized this wasn't going to be a church social, that 
Doris intended for us to cut lose a little. If Jennifer hadn’t 
been in the dark about everything, I wondered just how wild this 
party could get. Given that at least some of us were at some 
point in our periods, I didn't think things would get too crazy 
though.

Doris then asked, "How many of you are on your periods now?"

I was amazed when almost all of us girls raised our hands. The 
ladies did as well. I figured some of us would be, but 
practically all of us?

Doris smiled and said, "Surprised?" Most of us nodded or said 
‘yeah’.

Penny spoke up, "I'm the oddball. Mine ended a few days ago."

"You're very much part of the norm," Doris told Penny. "It's not 
unusual for women in a close group to at times have their periods 
within the same general timeframe. In fact, all of your moms are 
at some point in their periods as well. Penny's is close enough 
to count though. Many studies say it's just a coincidence ..."

I wondered if Jennifer picked up any on the 'close group' 
thingie. Would she wonder about so many women and girls being so 
close that they were possibly in sync with their periods?

"Other studies show that pheromones can affect women who spend a 
good bit of time in close proximity, especially those who live 
together. There is evidence that women's bodies can synchronize 
to some extent, especially when it comes to ovulation. 
Menstruating roughly around the same time period is a logical 
result at least for some in the group, even if the start and end 
dates can vary quite a bit. Periods can be anywhere from between 
two to seven days. "

"I vote for two days!" I blurted out. Everyone laughed.

Doris continued, "Of course, some girls are naturally irregular 
when it comes to starting and stopping their periods."

"Being regular is for pussies," Penny joked. She got a bunch of 
pillows thrown at her.

"So," Doris continued, "today, you get pampered just a little and 
hopefully learn something you didn't know about being a woman."

She explained what ‘menstrual huts’ were. They were places women 
went, willingly or unwillingly, while on their periods. Whatever 
the motivation, women could withdraw to spend time alone or with 
others."

"In some places, women and girls celebrated this time of the 
month, dancing in their ‘period’ skirts, eating chocolate, fixing 
each other’s hair and nails. Basically, they pampered each other 
during those few days a month. They bonded together. While we 
won’t be doing all of that, I thought it would be fun to 
experience some of that, and enjoy being women together, knowing 
we’re an integral part of life."

“The guys are gonna think we’re scheming to take over the world,” 
Kari stated.

Doris jokingly replied, “One reason men fear women or think we’re 
extra-terrestrials is that we can bleed for days at a time and 
not die.”

“Women are supposed to be from Venus,” Mom stated.

Penny replied, “And guys are from Uranus. Get it? Your anus?” 
That was followed by giggles and groans.

Doris continued, “My parents gave me a funky little book called 
‘What's Happening to Me?’ when I was twelve.” She held it up for 
us to see. “It has cartoon drawings and funny but accurate 
descriptions of all things pertaining to puberty.”

She then revealed that she had bought one for each of us to have, 
asking Mom and Colleen to hand them out. Quickly glancing through 
it, we giggled at many of the pictures.

Julie joked to a few of us sitting close by about the picture of 
the sperm sitting and waiting for something to do. “I doubt any 
boy lets his sperm wait around for something to do for very 
long.”

That had us giggling and laughing even more. Jennifer just did a 
yucky face.

Doris then filled us in on a number of fun facts. I learned that 
the word 'vagina' comes from the Latin root meaning 'sheath for a 
sword'. We all groaned. Obviously a man came up with that. 
Jennifer particularly didn't care for that idea.

"I say we come up with a different name," Jennifer blurted out.

"Any suggestions?" Doris asked all of us.

"Hoo-ha," Sarah said, causing us all to giggle.

"There are a lot of names like that," Doris said. "Nookie, 
beaver, box, camel toe ..."

I looked at Jennifer. I remembered the first time Doris cussed 
around me. Her expression reminded me of that moment in the 
Rayners' bathroom.

"Cooch, kitty, poontang ..." Mom added, to a lot more giggles.

Maggie offered, "Junk, fur pie, and one of my favorites - axe 
wound." That had us all groaning.

"Promised land!" we heard Pastor Thomas shout out as he sneaked 
into the room. We threw a bunch of red pillows at him. Doris 
playfully scolded him for crashing our party. He quickly excused 
himself after grabbing something from his bedroom that he had 
forgotten that he needed. We figured it was a likely excuse.

"Quim," I offered, remembering the first time I had heard it.

Penny called out, "Cooter, snatch ..."

“Twat!” Anna yelled out. Her mom then offered, “Nether region, 
poonani.”

I really liked poonani. It seemed like one that was just the 
right mix of being dirty but something you could say around 
people without being scolded for being a potty mouth. Kinda like 
the ones Colleen offered - flower, jasmine, and privates.

Others mentioned were fur burger, hair pie, honey pot, cookie, 
and clam, which I thought were just dumb. Then there were gash, 
trim, and fish taco, which I thought were all just totally 
insulting and offensive. I thought they should be banned forever.

Jennifer definitely didn't like 'man hole'. I thought it was 
kinda cool. I looked at her and chuckled as her whole body shook 
with the heebie jeebies. Lesbians can be so sensitive though.

Jennifer then surprised me. "Pookie!"

"That's Garfield's teddy bear," Anna said.

"It's also a name for a crack head," Penny added.

Colleen jumped in, "It's a nickname for someone very special."

"Like Derek," Kari said in singsong to Julie to tease her. Julie 
just stuck her tongue out at her big sister.

"Derek is no pookie," Jennifer quickly added, playfully slamming 
her brother. Everyone giggled. I wondered if I could get away 
with calling Peter that. He would probably want me to call him 
pookie-man or some other dumb alternative.

Colleen added, "It's a cute name. It's what I called Sarah when 
she was a baby."

Sarah blushed as most everyone said 'aww'.

“Like I said, a crack head,” Penny joked, and then blew a kiss at 
Sarah.

A few other names were offered. Pam whispered 'Susie Q' to me 
just to tease me, which totally got her pounced on and tickled. I 
ended up sitting between her and Penny afterwards. That way I 
could pounce on either one of them if they made other cracks at 
Sarah or me.

Julie then blurted out, "Quivering mound of love."

"Where did you hear that?" her sister asked.

"It was in one of your romance books that you ..." she began 
replying before Kari reached over and covered Julie's mouth with 
her hand. Julie was obviously giving away an embarrassing secret 
to get back at her sister's 'Derek' response. We all died 
laughing. I was proud of Julie too.

Doris then told us the longest clit on record was four and a half 
inches long and one and a half inches in diameter. That had to be 
awkward. I was glad mine was as small as it was.

“Did you know that there are eight thousand nerve endings in the 
clit?” Doris asked.

“As loud as you scream, yeah, I can believe it,” Penny whispered 
to me. I stuck my tongue out at her.

Doris continued, “That’s why it is easier to have an orgasm from 
stimulating it instead of your pussy.”

I had definitely figured that out. I glanced over at Jennifer. 
She looked rather stunned at the way Doris was talking. I 
remembered feeling much the same way the first time Doris talked 
like that with me.

“Why did I bring all of this up?” Doris asked. “Well, having an 
orgasm helps relieve cramping while on your period. It gets 
things moving, just like a good massage relieves muscle cramps.”

I had definitely discovered that over the past number of days!

“And orgasms are just good for you in general. They help lower 
the risk of heart disease and stroke, lower stress levels, and 
even improve self-esteem.”

We were all looking around at each other like it was time to have 
an orgasm.

“Also, for those of you interested in something a little 
different, try a little spanking when you’re having sex. Oxytocin 
is one of the chemicals released when you’re having sex. It is a 
pain reliever, and can significantly reduce the sting of a good 
spanking.”

I cut my eyes between Janet and Terri. I then looked at Julie, 
remembering when I saw her with her sister Kari that Wednesday 
night when Doris had brought me by my house after church. Julie’s 
eyes met mine, and I quickly looked away.

“Another great thing about orgasms, as if they aren’t great for 
no reason at all, the female orgasm is a powerful painkiller,” 
Doris informed us. “It releases endorphins. So claiming to have a 
headache is not the best excuse to not have sex.”

Terri replied, “Let’s just keep that little tidbit between us 
girls.” That had us all giggling.

A few other things we learned were that women in some African 
tribes enlarge their inner pussy lips up to seven inches in 
length. The average length for women, though, is less than three-
quarters of an inch long. About half of all women have inner 
pussy lips longer than their outer lips. Basically, some have 
‘innies’, and some have ‘outties’. The color can vary greatly as 
well.

"Everyone's lady bits are different and special in some way. For 
some the lips peek out, for others they are tucked up neatly 
inside. They can be long or short. Some are even while others 
aren't. It doesn't matter because they're all beautiful. Your 
pussy is perfect the way it is. It's part of your overall 
beauty."

I was pretty happy with my pussy. I thought it was cute. I hadn't 
seen one that I thought looked weird yet. If I kept up my slutty 
ways, I figured I might see a strange looking one eventually.

With all her talk about pussy lips, I started to wonder if Doris 
was gonna have us show off our cooches. That would have been 
wild. But knowing her, I was certain she just wanted us to feel 
comfortable with what we had between our legs.

Doris told us other things, like that some scientists believe 
strippers earn more money when they’re ovulating. They suspect 
it’s because of the pheromones their bodies release. Mom stared 
at me kinda hard. It was her ‘don’t get any crazy ideas’ look. I 
just gave her my ‘what’ look back.

While we talked about what Doris told us, the moms were busy 
passing around the goodies. We definitely weren’t going to leave 
this party hungry.

We then learned about some things about pussy hair. It’s serves a 
number of purposes - protecting the delicate vagina, it lets 
potential mates know girls are biologically ready to procreate, 
and it keeps scents that supposedly lures potential mating 
partners.

I wasn’t sure I believed all of that. I figured the little cooter 
hair I had was enough to confuse guys instead of luring them. And 
I didn’t have any problems luring them lately.

Doris went more into how orgasms help in relieving menstrual 
cramps because of the muscle action moving blood and other fluids 
away from congested organs. She encouraged us girls to put our 
clits to good use during that time to help with all the symptoms.

Again, I watched Jennifer as she said all of that. She kept 
glancing at her mom as Doris talked. It was easy to see she 
wasn’t sure what to make of everything, especially having a woman 
she barely knew telling her it was cool to play with her pussy.

As I stuffed my mouth with another uterus cookie, I figured I 
better have a talk with Jennifer just to see what she was 
thinking. It was probably time to find a way to bring her into 
everything.

Also, according to Doris, orgasms are believed to help reduce the 
risk of heart disease and stroke, bolster the immune system, help 
you sleep, lower stress levels, and a number of other things. 
Orgasms supposedly even helped make public speaking easier for 
those with a fear of it.

I wondered, as B-team cheer captain, if I shouldn’t organize 
group masturbation sessions before competitions. I knew that 
would never happen, but the idea gave me something to masturbate 
over later on.

One last thing Doris told us was that during the 19th century the 
vibrator was originally used as a medicinal treatment for female 
‘hysteria’. Supposedly the orgasms caused by the vibrators helped 
doctors relieve some of the symptoms. She also said it was also 
somewhat typical of those ‘doctors’ to have various kinds of sex 
with their patients claiming it was ‘treatment’.


******


I went to use the hall bathroom, but it was already occupied. So 
I went to the one in Doris's bedroom.

As I approached the door, Julie was coming out of it. I quickly 
decided now was a great time to force things some between the two 
of us.

When I was close enough, I grabbed her arm and pulled her with me 
into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind us. She 
yelped surprised and it was easy to see that she wasn't 
comfortable.

"I gotta pee, but we can talk while I do," I said sliding down my 
shorts and panties and sitting on the toilet. If she was feeling 
intimidated by me, I figured this was one way to show her that at 
least I felt comfortable with her.

I noticed Doris had put our tampons for us girls to use. She was 
just so fucking cool like that.

"Sarah told me about the talk you two had over the phone."

That caught her off-guard.

I quickly added, "It's cool, chica, but you don't need to worry 
about me and what I think. For one, I don't own Sarah. What the 
two of you do together is none of my business. And even if it 
was, I think what the two of you have done in the past is fine."

She looked down for a moment. She then raised her head and asked, 
"What about the things I've done with your parents?"

"Why would that bother me? It's not like I'm Miss Purity or 
anything."

"So you're okay with things? Kari said you were mad about so much 
being done behind your back for so long."

"I was mad about the situation more than anything. And while I 
wasn't happy with a few people, you weren't one of them."

“I figured you’d be mad at me for seducing Sarah, your best 
friend. I just found out that you now know about that.”

“Seriously, I’m not mad at you. I was mad about everybody keeping 
secrets from me. Like…”

"Pam?"

"Yeah, and Jamie ... and even Sarah. Plus mine, Pam's and Sarah's 
parents."

"So you're okay with the things I've done with your parents?"

"Sure, I mean, I've had sex with yours."

"Really? I didn't know if you had. I kinda figured you might've."

"Remember the night we all camped out in the Rayners back yard? I 
rode your dad in the hot tub while everyone else was either in 
the house or out in the yard."

"I'm sure he enjoyed that," she replied, smiling. "You've been 
with my mom, too?"

"The first time was during a blindfold game," I grinned.

I wiped myself and changed tampons, stood up and pulled my 
panties and shorts back up. After flushing the toilet and washing 
my hands, I stepped over and hugged Julie.

"Look, I really want us to be better friends. I’m really not mad 
at you for seducing Sarah. If anything, I should be thankful 
because she got me started after that. I'd love to hang out with 
you a lot more than we have."

"I'd like that, too," she replied.

I kissed her, which surprised her.

"I loved making out with you at the campground. If you ever want 
to hook up with me, I'm definitely interested. We can be just 
friends, or friends with all kinds of benefits. I just want to at 
least be better friends ... if you want."

"I'd really like that ... all of that," she confidently replied. 
"If there is ever anything you want to know that you think I 
know, just say so."

"You don't owe me anything, okay?" She nodded. I added, "I really 
want us to be good friends. No secret motivation."

She nodded again before we kissed deeply. Her hands went behind 
me as we did, dropping to my butt and squeezing it.

"I wish we weren't on our periods," she softly said.

"I don't mind doing just this with you," I replied, reaching down 
her back to play with her sexy little butt.

There was a knock at the door. "Melissa? Julie?" we heard Julie's 
mom call out.

"We'll be out in a sec!" I replied.

"Speaking of periods, we have a party to get back to," I 
chuckled.

"I kinda like the party in here," Julie replied, pulling me into 
another deep kiss. She then stepped back and checked herself in 
the mirror. I stood beside her and did the same.

"Mel, I'm not like my mom."

"You mean spankings and stuff?" I remembered our eyes meeting 
when Doris mentioned trying out spanking.

She looked at me closely, “The night in the tent when you said 
you probably thought I would like being spanked, I got pretty 
freaked about you knowing. I mean, I don't mind doing stuff like 
that sometime, but I can definitely live without it."

"You didn't have to tell me that. It's cool whether you do or 
don't."

"I just want you to know is all. I’m not sure how you know. You 
said you accidentally found out. It’s not what I really like 
doing.”

“It’s cool, Julie ...” I started saying, but she stopped me.

“I like it sometimes when ..." she started saying, but then got 
embarrassed.

"You like being dominated?"

"How did you guess?"

The Wednesday night I saw Julie and Kari with Daddy flashed 
through my mind. Doris had told me Julie liked being submissive, 
being dominated by Kari. I didn’t think I had enough time to tell 
her all of that while we were in the bathroom though.

"I'll tell you sometime soon when we have more time alone," I 
told her. "Look, you don't have to be embarrassed about it. It's 
all good as far as I'm concerned. I think it's cool that you get 
to do what turns you on. I'm never going to judge you for that."

She definitely relaxed then.

"There’s other stuff I'd like to tell you when we do have more 
time,” Julie said, “some things you might want to know about."

"Whenever, chica. I want us to hang out more. Maybe we can meet 
up at the mall or somewhere else soon" I told her.

“Mel ... umm ... if you ever want to, you know ... make me do 
things ...”

“You mean boss you around?”

“Well, sexually ... yeah. I’m not into being a slave and stuff. I 
like being told what to do and stuff when having sex. Not all the 
time, but sometimes,” she said, looking very vulnerable. I wasn’t 
sure I could do what she wanted me to.

“I dunno ...”

“Or you don’t have to. I loved what we did in the tent at the 
campground.”

“I didn’t make you do anything though.”

“Yeah, but I mean, it was so hot being with you ... I wish we had 
been alone and you could’ve bossed me around,” she said, blushing 
profusely.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I quickly said, trying to get her to 
relax. “Tell me how you would want me to be with you.”

“Like ... you could tell me to pull my shorts down so you could 
see my pussy ... or something. Stuff like that.”

“So if I said right now to lift your top and bra so I could suck 
your nipples ...” and before I could finish saying what I would 
do to her, she had done it.

I couldn’t believe how fucking turned on I was. I leaned my head 
in and took a nipple between my lips, sucking on it gently. She 
immediately moaned and put a hand behind my head to hold me to 
her.

Another knock at the door separated us. “Hurry up in there!”

Julie pulled her bra and top back into place, “I don’t want you 
to think I’m a freak or something ...”

I took her face in my hands, “I don’t. If you want, we can try 
doing what you want. I don’t know how much I’ll like it. But I’m 
willing to give it a try. Maybe you can spend the night with me 
sometime soon, or me with you.”

“I’d like that,” she said. “I think you’re so pretty and sexy 
...”

Whoa. Was she crushing on me like Jennifer now?

“You’re not in love with me or anything, are you?”

“No, I’m in love with Derek. I’m just really attracted to you is 
all.”

I wondered if Derek was bossy with her when they had sex. Before 
I could ask, another knock at the door told me we needed to get 
back with the others. I also wondered just how Derek was gonna 
get brought into everything, not to mention Jennifer.

I kissed her rather passionately before we left the bathroom to 
rejoin the party.

Her mom was waiting outside for us. She gave us a knowing look 
which made both of us blush as we hurried back downstairs.


******


Doris then had us watch a movie - “Everything You Always Wanted 
to Know About Sex” by Woody Allen. It was a comedy based on a 
serious book by the same name. The part called 'What's My 
Perversion?' was very funny. I just loved where the actor did 
like he had had sex with a sheep. Especially when his wife burst 
into the hotel room catching him and he said he could explain the 
sheep in his bed.

The parody of ‘What Happens During Ejaculation?’ was pretty wild. 
Woody Allen played the part of the sperm that was afraid of 
getting ejaculated thinking of all kinds of things that could 
keep him from fertilizing an egg. Well, I was glad that the pill 
had been invented, without it having sex with Peter or Jamie 
would be only with condoms.

It was fun to watch while we stuffed ourselves. At the end all 
the crew, who supposedly worked the erection, penetration, and 
ejaculation machinery, had to scramble when the woman wanted to 
get fucked for a second time. I thought how they would be 
exhausted if they had to work when Daddy had sex with Sarah as 
often as he could do it with her.

Jennifer sat beside me during it. We quietly talked at several 
points in the movie.

“When do you want to get together to practice?” she asked.

“I guess we should try to get together after the party. It’s just 
a week before official practice starts. Let’s talk later and 
decide.”

I knew we probably needed to practice but I so wanted to spend 
some time with Peter.

After the movie, we played 'Pin the Ovaries on the Uterus'. Of 
course, Jennifer won. I wondered if lesbians would make better 
gynecologists. Would I be more comfortable with one than with a 
man? Then I realized how silly it was for me to ask that. I was 
comfortable enough to spread for just about everyone lately.

When she was given a prize for winning, she was totally 
embarrassed to discover it was a wand vibrator. Thank Gawd it 
wasn't a replica of a 'thingie'. I was actually seriously 
surprised Doris would give something like that away with Jennifer 
at the party. But Doris quickly tied it back into the whole 
‘orgasms help with menstrual cramps’ thing.

What totally sucked was that it was something I hadn't gotten 
from the Formons' sex store. I quickly added it to my mental wish 
list.

As things began to wind down, we all were given a special gift - 
a tampon shooter. It actually was an air-powered gun that fired 
tampon 'bullets' up to twenty feet! The air power came from 
blowing into one end of it though. Pastor Thomas had made them 
over the past few weeks for us girls. He had even made a 
'bandolier' to carry ‘rounds’ of ammo over your shoulder and down 
around your body.

The two conditions he had for making them was that he could never 
be the target for one of them, and we could never mention where 
we had gotten it from.

I could see that Jennifer, Anna and I would be the hit at a 
cheerleader party if we had those shooters. I wondered if Mom 
would pay for the ‘ammo’.

I began to fear for Peter though after Penny mentioned something 
about him using a bunch of her tampons one time to play a prank 
on some friends. He had used red paint to make them look used and 
had thrown them like grenades, freaking out his friends. I 
figured I better warn him as soon as I could. Knowing Penny, she 
might just stoop to loading up with real 'used' ammo. At least he 
would have about three weeks to get on her good side after 
telling her that blonde joke before he had to worry.

Sarah and I looked at each other. I had a few wicked thoughts, 
and I could tell she did as well. Our boyfriends better run and 
hide.

As things were winding down, Doris gave each of us a ‘period mix’ 
CD. Some of the songs she had burned on it were “Even Flow” by 
Pearl Jam, “Red Red Wine” by Bob Marley, “Sunday Bloody Sunday” 
by U2, “I've Got the World on a String” by Frank Sinatra, “I Love 
You Period” by Don Baird, and “Just A Girl” by No Doubt. It was a 
cute gift. I doubted I would ever listen to it much, but it was a 
fun gift.

As people were leaving, Jennifer and I were talking to our moms 
about needing to practice at least for a little while that 
afternoon.

Anna stepped up and pulled me aside, “I can practice with 
Jennifer, if you want. I know you probably want to see Peter. 
Jennifer can come to my house, or I can go to hers, and we can 
practice together for a few hours.”

We then talked it over between all of us and our moms, and it was 
decided Anna would go home with Jennifer and Mrs. Preston would 
take her home afterwards.

I hugged Anna and whispered thanks into her ear. She whispered 
back for me to have fun with my boyfriend.

I then told Jennifer, “Call me in the morning and we can figure 
out then when to get together tomorrow.”

We figured it would be during the afternoon. I so wanted to sleep 
in for once.

Julie and Terri stepped up to us. Julie said, “My parents are 
having a pool party for my birthday two Saturdays from now. I 
really hope you can come.”

“I’ll plan to be there,” I said, hoping it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Great! I’ll be asking everyone else I want to be there over the 
next few days. I hope Sarah and your brother can come. Oh, and 
Peter too. I’ll ask Pam, but you can ask Peter for me, if you 
want, since you’ll be there together if he does come.”

“That’s cool. I’ll tell him about it later today.”

Before we left to go home, I went up to Doris and gave her a big 
hug and kiss.

"Thank you for the party. It was so much fun. I know you put a 
lot of time and work into it."

"I'm glad you had fun. You know I did it just for you. You're 
very special to me, you and your mother. I hope you know you can 
always come to me about anything."

"You don't have to put on a party for everything," I sweetly 
teased.

"I love parties. I hear you'll be going to another one pretty 
soon," she hinted. "You and Sarah."

"Mom and Colleen talked to us about it before we left to come 
over."

"I want us to get together and talk about it, talk about what to 
expect and any concerns you might have."

"I'd like that."

"Maybe this Wednesday?"

"Sure! You mentioned last week about Peter coming with me to 
spend the night."

"I can talk with him as well. It'll be his first time going to 
one of the parties as well. If Sarah wants to come, invite her 
along for me. Jamie is welcome too, even though he should know 
what to expect. He might be able to offer some first-time 
insight."

"I'll invite all of them," I told her.

"Including Jamie?"

I scrunched my lips and nodded, even though I really wasn't sure 
if I wanted Jamie there. I still was a little miffed about the 
knowledge of him doing so much before I ever got the chance to do 
anything.

She cocked her head looking at me. She leaned into me and kissed 
my cheek, whispering, "Just the two of us will talk before 
Wednesday. Okay?"

I smiled and nodded.


(continued in chapter 55)

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