Chapter 39
Show and Tell at the Pool

Danny returned with the towels just as Mary stuck her head through the door, "We're ready!"

But Randall's cell phone rang. "Hello?"

"Randall? Toby."

"Hi. What's up?"

"Just left Erin's." Toby sounded self-satisfied.

"Hang on." Randall put his finger to his lips and put the phone on speaker. "So what happened? Did you get laid?"

"Who's listening?" Toby asked, alerted by the change in sound quality.

"Nobody who doesn't know what you were up to," Randall assured him. In the meantime, the boys followed Randall inside to keep the breeze from interfering with the phone. Mary held her fingers to her lips and the girls went silent. Everyone crowded around, the boys still dressed and the girls in their towels.

"Well, I didn't get laid, but I had a lot of fun, anyway. Erin is... interesting."

"Oh?" Randall blinked.

"She's, uh, kind of off the wall, but she's a helluva kisser. We went to the movies, then hung out at the overlook for a while, then went to her place and made out on the couch until her mom showed up. I dunno -- I had a great time, and I think I want to see her again, but I feel weird about it." Toby said, puzzled.

"What bothered you?" Randall asked.

"Well, Erin has that rep," Toby replied. "When I followed her out of Chess Club, that was basically the only thing on my mind. I was kind of just following my dick, I guess." Somebody tittered, and Toby whined, "Who's there, really?"

Mary pointed at herself and Teddy. "Well, Mary and Teddy," Randall related.

"Oh, okay," Toby replied. "Anyway, I just kind of slowly tried to see what I could get away with all through the movie and kept it up until we were at the overlook -- and I made a little ground. Then she hits me with do I think she's easy. Suddenly, I realize that I'm just taking advantage of the situation -- I've got no plan -- I haven't looked any farther than playing the cards she dealt me at Chess Club. On the other hand, we'd had a lot of fun, and I hadn't found any reason why I shouldn't think about taking a more serious look, if you know what I mean..."

"So what did you tell her?" Randall demanded.

"Well, I was kind of hung up on it. Sure, I was into it for what I could get, but that was more or less just because; I wasn't just planning to get into her panties, it was more like it was a date. So when she wants to know why I didn't answer, I told her that I really hadn't put it all together until she asked, and that I really didn't have an answer."

Randall rolled his eyes, but Mary looked thoughtful. "What did she say to that?"

"She said I was thinking too hard. She said something like, 'If I don't put out tonight, are you gonna ask me out again?' I kinda went, 'Duh' in my head and said yeah -- next thing I knew we were kissing. Things got REALLY good after that -- but it was kissing. Sure, I felt her up and SHE felt ME up, but it was all kinda just to go along with the kissing. We might have even done it, if her mom hadn't showed up, but it would have been because it was the thing to do, not because I was planning it and making it happen." Toby was silent a moment, then went on, "I'm kind of happy we DIDN'T do it -- it's something for the future. Am I nuts?"

"Are you going to see her again?" Mary asked.

"Yeah, tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Because." Toby sat there in his car, thinking. The whys of it weren't clear -- he couldn't get past because.

"Because you want to have sex with her?" Mary prompted.

"Well, yes and no," Toby replied. "Sure, I want to do it with her, but that's not the whole thing -- not even close! She's, well, weird, but that just makes her interesting..."

"So, you're thinking about having a relationship," Mary clarified.

"Um, yeah -- looks like it. But I'm not sure about Erin. I mean, she let me get away with stuff that no girl ever did -- but I didn't get a sense of 'easy' out of it..."

"Toby," Mary explained, "Erin is up-front about things -- she's really a very simple, straightforward person. She's also, well, not the brightest bulb in the circuit. She tends to go with her feelings, and on a couple of occasions she's been screwed over for it. From that standpoint, maybe, she's easy -- but she's learned not to go with her feelings, the hard way, when it comes to sex. I CAN tell you this, though: she's looking for a boyfriend who'll treat her right, and from the sound of things, you're the front-runner."

"Okay, I can handle that."

"Look, she could use a guy who is serious about her, who can take care of her, Toby," Mary pressed. "If you take her on, be honest with her. If you are and you take care of her properly, she'll be great for you. But don't just take advantage of her." Behind Mary, Amy and Jimmy shared a glance and Amy smiled wryly -- after all, their situation bore more than a passing resemblance to the one described.

"Okay, I got it. I just wasn't sure about what she was trying to say -- what it all meant -- why she was acting that way," Toby stammered.

"Well," Randall replied, "Erin can be really direct. If she wanted just sex, she'd have taken you somewhere, and you'd have just had sex. If you guys are doing romantic things, then she wants romance..."

"Wow, no shit? She's THAT direct?"

"No shit, Man. Trust me," Randall replied. "If she was letting you get away with things, it was because she liked what you were doing. She doesn't play head games."

"Okay, I guess I'm all set, then. Later, Man!"

"Later." Randall hung up. "Okay, girls, hit the door -- it's OUR turn!"

"You don't want us to stay and watch?" Mary teased.

"You get yours when we get ours," Randall replied. "Hit the bricks -- or you can drop the towel now! That's the price of admission!"

"Okay, okay!" Mary didn't really want to do this in the first place; no way she was going to drop her towel! "Come along, girls!" Head high, she led the way out. Jimmy glanced at Danny, shrugged, and started getting out of his clothes. Stick shrugged and skinned out of his shirt; Teddy took his cue from Stick. That left Randall, who looked around, nodded, and started undressing, dropping his things on the same chair that Darla Jean had used.

Outside, Mary headed straight for the pool. Amy, divining her intent, warned, "Mary!"

"What?" Mary spun on Amy. "Dammit, I CANNOT drop my towel and stand naked in front of those boys! I'm... ugly!

"Two of them don't think so," Amy countered.

"Even if that's true -- and I'm not so sure it is -- there are three more who have never seen me and will be happier if they don't!" Mary insisted.

"Well, I'M the other end of the scale," Thelma whined. "Think I'M looking forward to this?"

"I don't see the problem," Darla Jean murmured, "Each of you HAS a boy..." Mary merely eyed her with a quirked eyebrow and a look of disgust. "What?"

Mary held her tongue; pushing Darla Jean would only make her stubborn. The delay, however, had done its job; Stick ambled out of the door with a towel casually draped around his waist, followed by Jimmy. Danny was next, followed by Randall, and Teddy drew up the rear. "Well, we're all here," Amy noted. "Okay, let's do it this way: Guys on one side, girls on the other. We all go at once, so nobody gets THAT good a look, okay?"

The girls were all for it, but the grimaces on the boy's faces said the deal was no bargain. Jimmy acted as the voice of the opposition, complaining, "Jeez, why do we have to do it THAT way? Why not just show it off and get it over with?"

"Sweetie," Amy cajoled, "Some of us girls aren't that great looking..."

"So?" Randall took it up, "That seems to be a common problem." He held out his hands to his partners in crime and got a rumble of agreement.

"C'mon, PLEASE?" Mary begged. "You don't want to see me..."

"Stick's seen ya," Danny rumbled. "So has Teddy. They don't look like they puke a lot."

Mary opened her mouth, but Stick said, "Mary, that's enough."

"Stick, Honey..."

"Shhh!" Stick admonished, and Mary shut up -- something that brought several raised eyebrows. "Look, I heard enough talk ta know that everbody here does all right -- but we're all different, so it's, ummm, educational, ta see what real life is like -- that we're a variety, instead of a buncha models or sumpthin'. I say everbody gets seen by everbody, equal. Y'all line up in a row, back to the pool, along the edge. The person on this end drops their towel an' walks all the way to the far end of the line an' gets in the pool just beyond the end. Then the next person does the same thing, only he or she gotta walk past the person already in the pool, who is the new end of the line. This goes on 'til the last person walks by everbody else already in the pool."

"I like it," Jimmy popped up. "Do I have to jump in?"

"Nope. You can stand in your spot naked, if ya want," Stick replied. "Or if you're still bashful, ya can jump in an' hang off the side. Your choice." The boys all took up this plan, visibly, challenging the girls with their eyes.

"Stick, Honey..." Mary tried again.

"Quiet. You can do this. Shit, you keep TWO of us happy -- it just cain't be that bad! Besides, when you girls gonna have a chance like this to see five hard-ons at the same time?" At least three of the girls blinked at that, so Stick pressed. "It ain't jus' y'all you know -- us guys are gonna do it, too! Mebbe we should go boy girl boy or sumpthin'."

"Girls!" Amy waved to gather her compatriots. She wasn't that bashful in the first place, and Jimmy's eyes had told her how HE felt about it; time to buck up the others. "Look, this is fair. It's a few seconds, then you're in the water. Besides, I bet the boys DON'T jump in, and we'll get that much more out of it!"

"Are you gonna jump in?" Mary challenged.

"I don't think so, Amy replied, "but the rules allow it and nobody will think less of you if you do."

"I-I can't just stand around like that," Thelma whined.

"Then don't," Amy replied. "But you've got nothing to be ashamed of."

"I've got nothing," Thelma replied.

"I bet Danny would argue with that," Amy replied, "Are you in?" The question was asked of Thelma, but Amy was watching Darla Jean. Ultimately, the narrow redhead with the eyeglasses was the reason they were all making fools of themselves -- and arguably, she was the best looking of the lot! What was SHE going to do? Thelma would cave and follow Amy's lead, anyway.

Darla Jean sensed that it was her time to weigh in, so she did, "Stick's made it a science experiment. I get to compare a variety of penises, and I get to see the different things that turn different guys on." She cocked her head, "AND I get to be naked in front of five guys and see how they react! I'm in."

"Oh, all right," Mary surrendered with ill grace. "Some of the guys will probably puke, and I'm not cleaning it up!" Amy picked up Thelma's tentative shake of agreement with her eyes.

Meanwhile, Stick gathered the guys, "Look, dudes, for this to work, we gotta be cool and not embarrass 'em. You talk a bunch of shit -- 'specially 'bout how BAD something is -- and they'll cave an' we'll all miss out!"

"Yeah," Jimmy agreed, "keep it muted -- even approval. Just be cool. I'm not jumping in," he added.

"It'd probly sweeten the pot if we ALL didn't," Stick replied, eyeing the others. Danny and Randall nodded, then everyone turned their attention to Teddy, who was the shyest member of the group.

But Teddy had his instructions -- they were there in Stick's eyes. "I-I'm in."

That done, they turned their attention to the females, watching them finish up. "Well?" Stick demanded when they broke up.

"I guess we ought to line up," Amy replied. "Boy girl boy?"

"Yeh." Stick agreed. "Who's first?" he asked, eyeing the others.

"Me," Jimmy replied. "I'm the host." He went to stand at the corner of the pool.

Amy passed an admonishing glance over her girlfriends and moved to stand next to Jimmy -- who stuck his arms out and nodded to Amy to do the same, placing her at double-arm interval. This brought frowns to the remaining girls, but nods of approval from the boys, who knew that the girls would limit things, given an opportunity. But Amy had gone along with it, so it was really too late to quibble... Danny moved silently to take up the next position.

Seeing Danny moving, Thelma gathered herself visibly and moved to follow.

The three remaining boys shared a glance. "I got it," Stick murmured, and arranged himself next to Thelma.

Mary's lips tightened, but she started moving before Darla Jean could offer, mumbling, "I'm gonna embarrass YOU, too!" to Stick as she positioned herself beside him.

Teddy, who was already moving behind her murmured, "You think so? I don't. Besides, who do you think has the shortest dick here?" Stick's glance at Mary said, 'See? You're not alone...'

That left Randall and Darla Jean. Randall tilted his head and waved gallantly, and Darla Jean smiled at him as she assumed her position. "Okay," Jimmy called out from his end, "No running. Each of us is a model for whatever he or she has..."

"Or doesn't have," Thelma interjected quietly. There were a couple of chuckles.

"...So everybody gets to show a little variety!" Jimmy finished. And with that, he dropped his towel and strode along the line.

Amy was thoroughly familiar with Jimmy's equipment, but she looked on in pride. Jimmy wasn't much to look at until you pulled off his underwear, but he had an incredible cock -- topping eight inches! -- and was an absolute sex machine when using it! Jimmy passed Danny, who merely nodded, and Thelma, who had seen it in action before, too, right here at the pool house, and moved past Stick, who murmured, "Sheeit! Your Mama date horses?" That left Jimmy grinning as he passed Mary, who had heard Jimmy was hung, but was surprised at the reality.

Teddy tried not to ogle, but it was serious meat. He DID manage to stifle any comments, though. Jimmy detected the additional attention, but shrugged; Teddy had his hands full.

Darla Jean was fascinated; if she could have, she'd have asked for a thorough exam. Jimmy seemed to be bigger than anything she'd ever seen in real life; certainly bigger than Dwayne or even Ted. Since she'd yet to see Randall's equipment, that was an open question, but Jimmy was certainly impressive! She felt a twinge of jealousy for Amy, but she suppressed it -- that Jimmy had gotten away was HER fault more than Amy's; besides, she didn't know if she and Jimmy would really click outside the bedroom.

Randall merely nodded at Jimmy as he passed; he'd been watching Darla Jean take measurements. Was she going to be dissatisfied when his turn came around? Jimmy settled in to Randall's right, and looked back to where his love was dropping her towel.

Amy smiled coyly and began her promenade. She had no problem being a bit exhibitionistic at this point; while her gently rounded form was a bit heavy for the swimsuit model ideal, very few boys would pass it up. Her 36Ds sagged a bit and showed some stretch marks, but they were still eye-magnets for males, and the vertical strip of sparse but trimmed brown fur over her mons presented another target.

Danny had seen it, and it was nice -- but Danny knew her sexual response, too, and he knew there was no way he could ever steal her from Jimmy; he merely nodded and smiled as she passed. Thelma grumbled, "And I have to compete with THAT," as Amy passed, but Danny replied, "No you don't."

Amy turned her smiling attention to Stick, thrilled at the idea of exposing herself to the black boy. What strange circumstances had put HIM in this little show? She couldn't wait to see what he brought to the table, even though there was no way in the world she would ever stray on Jimmy...

For his part, Stick got his eyeful while maintaining a carefully neutral expression. Yeah, Amy was hot, all right, but she'd probably swell up pretty big after a kid or two -- she had all the classic signs. And while she might be interested in a little strange dick at some point, it really wasn't worth it to either of them to embarrass their current partners. Look, but don't touch -- that was the way to handle it. Look, but don't touch...

Mary watched Amy play up to Stick and fumed. Sure, SHE could get away with that, with her big titties and her smooth body! This was gonna be awful when her turn came! Stick flicked a glance at Mary, sensing her irritation, and Mary got a grip -- it was too late, anyway, she was committed.

Amy moved on to Teddy, who certainly appreciated what he was seeing -- but it was out of his league. Besides, Mary understood him, something few other women would ever manage. She moved on to swagger past Darla Jean, who was more or less pleased with the competition. Amy was a lot more voluptuous, but she certainly WAS competition, and that made things a matter of taste. She watched Randall take Amy in; there was approval there, but there was reserve, too. This wasn't the Randall who had quietly drooled over any number of girls before last weekend...

Randall swept his eyes over Amy and the physical picture was nice -- but Randall's awareness of her mental limits colored his appreciation. He'd experienced that lack several times in the past few days, and learned that he couldn't find long-term happiness on the physical plane. He was happy for Jimmy, who apparently could, but not envious. Maybe when he'd done without for a couple of weeks... Randall wasn't deluding himself about that -- the miracles of the last week or so would have to be paid for by more privation at some point in the future -- unless he could keep from stepping on it with Darla Jean... He flicked his eyes her way in an effort to catch a secret glance at her, but she caught him, so he looked away.

Amy passed Randall and came to Jimmy, stopping to kiss him and rub her naked body against his. "I'm setting the standard," she purred in his ear before moving on to take up her position beyond him. She made no move to enter the pool, either.

Danny was up next, and he dropped his towel and began to run the gauntlet, working hard to cover his embarrassment. Thelma, of course, wasn't a problem -- he was no surprise to her, since they'd been having sex every time they could get away with it since Prom night -- but he was somewhat of a surprise to some of the others. As big and beefy as Danny was (he looked like a Mafia hood, right down to the broken nose), he was very ordinarily hung; given his physical size and in comparison with Jimmy he actually looked small, even though his erection topped six inches.

Stick had his look, but revealed nothing -- recent experience caused him to actually check Danny out, more or less especially since Danny had admitted to doing guys -- deciding that for some things, Danny would be easier to handle than Teddy. What things? He pushed THAT question aside.

Mary wasn't surprised; there had been comments made. There was nothing wrong with Danny -- in fact, he was bigger than a couple of guys she'd had in earlier adventures. From a length standpoint, he had Teddy beat by over an inch, she figured. She smiled encouragement as he passed.

Danny's revelation of experience with males had the same effect on Teddy as it had on Stick -- not that Teddy wouldn't have checked him out, anyway. Danny was a relief after some of the horse meat Teddy had seen in THIS group; in Teddy's limited experience, Danny had nothing to complain about, and in fact looked pretty decent, without being some giant thing that would make Teddy's stubby cock seem even shorter. He risked a smile and a nod.

Danny didn't know how to take it -- he nodded nervously back, then his attention swept on to Darla Jean, who was examining his meat as if she wanted to cast it in plaster or something...

Well, that wasn't EXACTLY the case, but Darla Jean was trying to collect as much data as she could, visually. Danny looked to be about the same size as Dwayne, or perhaps a touch bigger -- and just a bit smaller than that bastard Ted. All in all, it looked like she could probably define average from the three of them -- which of course made Jimmy seem even bigger. Darla Jean also looked up and smiled encouragement as Danny passed. Danny nodded and moved on past Jimmy, grunting, "Monster meat, here, makes me look like a midget..." which brought a cackle from Amy, who rubbed his shoulder as he passed. Danny assumed his position, then leaned out and murmured, "Come on, Hon."

Thelma stepped out and dropped her towel, red as a beet, but game. She eyed Stick sidelong while Stick got his eyeful. Thelma was just about as close to the opposite of Amy as you could get: thin, lanky, and boney-kneed, with small breasts and a dark patch of unruly fur at the wide juncture of her thighs. Stick had seen a couple of black girls that narrow, but no white ones. He smiled and nodded at her -- something that didn't go as well as he expected, since it seemed to scare her. Thelma watched him until she came abreast of Mary, who chuckled, "You're fine, Thelma -- Stick just wanted to encourage you."

"Oh, umm, okay." Thelma turned back to Stick and smiled tentatively while she moved on toward Teddy, who found his eyes drawn to her thick pubic bush. There seemed to be a lot odd about her; she seemed like she ought to be younger. She was like a tall twelve year old, still in early puberty -- her breasts were small, and she was only slightly rounded about the hips; on the other hand, there was this gap between her legs that displayed itself even as she walked, and that shaggy covering above it... It was like her pussy was the only thing grown up about her. Teddy kept his expression neutral as she passed, noting that the back side was much like the front -- undeveloped, almost boyish. She and Danny were sure the odd couple -- she looked more like Jimmy, physically, and Amy looked more like Danny. Obviously, this was a case of physical opposites attracting...

Narrow as she was, Thelma made Darla Jean look robust. The pair had a lot in common, but it appeared to Darla Jean that she had a bit more of everything -- except maybe that shag rug over her twat! Darla Jean made a note to herself to discuss that mess with the other girl -- it was just a little bit gross -- but now wasn't the time... She winked and grinned as Thelma passed.

Halfway through her pass and moving into familiar territory, Thelma bucked up and began to sway a bit, rather than just stumping along fearfully. The boys behind her noticed it, because her gait made her ass suddenly more feminine; Stick grinned a bit at the transformation. The scrawny ones always seemed to just stalk like robots, unless they were working at it -- usually ranting and raving about something. Stick had heard that Thelma was Hell on Wheels...

Randall took in the transformation in the midst of his analysis; Thelma was a bit bigger than Erin, but had several of the same issues. Since Erin had accommodated him without trouble, no doubt there was plenty there for Danny. While the packaging wasn't anything to get excited about, at least she wasn't fat... He issued a poker-faced nod of approval as she passed.

At that point, Thelma relaxed totally -- after all, Amy was her best friend, and Jimmy had seen her and Danny fucking; the big exposure thing was over. Now that it was past, she wished that she'd done better for the other boys, but at the time, the humiliation and embarrassment were just too much... Following Amy's precedent, she leaned into Danny and gave him a big kiss, then arrayed herself beside him -- heck, they'd seen it all by now, and nobody had puked -- she wasn't that visible 'way down here at the end of the line...

Stick's emergence was kind of a phase change; his race and the fact that he was only a third-hand member of the group at best was added to the fact that they were now again into a situation where familiar people were on the front end of the gauntlet, and the unfamiliar ones at the end. Passing Mary, though, he got a reflection of pride, and Teddy gave off acceptance and friendship that buoyed him into the meeting with Darla Jean.

Darla Jean was having a seriously hard time with the limitations imposed by the rules of engagement for this game -- she wanted to touch the boys -- all of them -- badly. She couldn't help but observe that Stick was really narrowly built and really well-hung -- but Jimmy was bigger, giving lie to the black superman myths. There was something to be said for observation, but the full experience would have been much more interesting... Sex? That she wasn't sure about, but her hands itched to feel those strange cocks, to see if they were all different to the touch. THAT would certainly ruin her reputation -- how on Earth could she hold a boyfriend while feeling up other guys? Maybe this was sort of like the childish fascination boys had for breasts?

Stick picked up the fascination, but barely acknowledged it. Beyond, he moved into the area where the boys doubled up -- first Randall, and then Jimmy, who remained exposed. For a little guy, Jimmy was seriously hung, but who cared, really, except Amy?

Speaking of Amy -- Stick watched her as she got her eyeful. It was a unique opportunity, and Stick was pretty decent; certainly, his presentation explained Mary's interest, and perhaps Nora's in Nate Adams -- but he wasn't Jimmy. Amy had committed fully to her man and didn't have any interest in side issues.

Beyond Amy, Danny examined Stick. 'Little Teddy's takin' that? Wow! Better him than me...' Danny thought to himself. 'I better stick to girls.' He nodded and looked away -- which only pointed up the fact that he HAD been looking. Stick, for his part, left it alone -- after all HE'D checked out Danny...

Up next was Thelma, whose primary thought was, 'Oh, Gawd, another sex machine!' Thank God she hadn't settled on someone who was hung like a horse! Still, she made a serious effort at being welcoming and apologetic as he passed, smiling and nodding. Stick settled into place, pointedly looking back up the line for Mary.

Mary needed the visual prompting; in fact, she needed a good deal more than that! She stepped out and stood there, looking down the row at Stick, looking mulish, but it was Teddy who said, "Now, Mary. Get it over with. The water's that way." Mary flashed him a look of betrayal, but Teddy stuck to his guns, "I'm next, you know."

One final glance at Stick, who had stepped out of line and was standing there with his hands on his hips, and Mary capitulated, "All right! Remember, you ASKED for it!" She dropped the towel and got moving.

"It's okay, Mary, really," Teddy offered in support as she passed. "Let it go. Pretend you're still dressed."

Darla Jean's face radiated sympathy. Poor Mary! Her face, arms, and legs weren't bad at all, but the torso had three major rolls and a couple of minor ones that movement caused to jiggle. Her tits weren't any bigger than Darla Jeans, but they were a whole lot less attractive, being splayed and hanging like just another couple of rolls, nipples hanging off the bottom. Darla Jean thought that given how thin Mary's pubic fluff was, she'd have been better off shaving it... "It'll be all over in a second," she encouraged the heavy girl as she passed.

Randall knew better than to react at all. He'd seen Peggy recently, so he had some experience with fat girls, but Mary had obviously not been given a break. The amazing thing was that she managed to hold onto two boys simultaneously, even if they were, well, a little queer... "You're doing fine," he added to Darla Jean's encouragement.

Jimmy had almost made an exclamation when Mary exposed herself, but his quick glance at Amy had quelled him. Sex was definitely a between the ears thing -- Mary was living proof, poor thing! Jimmy had nothing against a little fat, but Mary had been cursed! Amy's warning glance got him under control before she arrived, fortunately.

Mary was carefully not looking at anyone, so Jimmy escaped detection. As she passed Amy, the brown-haired girl pressed, "See?"

"It ain't over, yet," Mary grunted.

But the next person she had to pass was Danny, who had a female cousin with an awful glandular problem and a tendency toward hopeful exhibitionism -- he'd seen worse. "It's what you got, Mary -- and it's working for you. Quit worrying about it." Hell, Cousin Celeste didn't even have a pretty face...

Mary moved on past Thelma, who merely smiled but prompted the thought, 'Talk about opposites...' She was actually smiling when she got to Stick, who gathered her in and laid a good one on her lips, then caught her shoulder as she turned to move on.

"You stay up here, too," he admonished.

"Stick!" Mary all but stamped her bare foot.

"I need you up here for Teddy," Stick replied evenly.

Mary fumed, but she stayed out of the water. Maybe Stick was right; maybe Teddy DID need the support...

Certainly, Teddy was tentative as he let the towel drop. Shifting his attention to Darla Jean, he found her eyes fairly bulging. "Oh, my!" she gasped.

Teddy reddened, humiliated. "Yeah, it's small..."

"Small?" Darla Jean echoed. "It's HUGE! I've never seen one so... thick..." Teddy was AMAZING! His penis WASN'T long, but the mushroom head that made up the vast majority of its length was MUCH bigger than that of any boy in her experience! "I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to embarrass you, but that's NOTHING to be ashamed of..." She followed him with her eyes.

Teddy's shoulders were hunched as he moved past Randall who was eyeing Teddy's odd erection in surprise. "Try finding a girl who would want it..."

Jimmy, too, eyed it, bemused, but Amy piped up with, "Maybe you ought to show it off more often. I'm SURE it has an audience..." Mary had once said that Teddy would never get a cherry; Amy had labored under the belief that she was exaggerating, but clearly she wasn't. "I'm sure it's a pleaser..."

"Uh, thanks." Teddy moved past Danny, who thought to himself plaintively, 'Jeezus, am I the ONLY guy around here who's hung normally?' A couple of Stick's earlier comments suddenly made sense -- no way THAT was going in Stick's skinny ass! Teddy would have to subsist on head -- or pussy. Well, deep throat wouldn't be an issue -- just about anybody who could cram him in their mouth could please him...

Thelma smiled at Teddy and nodded, but more or less ignored his equipment, initially, only really giving it a glance as he passed. This whole thing was just so embarrassing... After that, Teddy was in familiar territory. Mary pulled him in for a kiss before sending him off to park himself on her right.

Darla Jean dropped her towel on cue, providing Randall with his first really good look at the totality of her, rather than the glimpses of bits and pieces he'd gotten at that memorable LAST Astronomy Club meeting. Naked, Darla Jean was a babe, even WITH the ugly eyeglasses! Under clothing, she didn't look like much, and well, the tits were small, but the pink puffy nipples were REALLY nice. She was thin -- maybe too thin to be voluptuous -- but she still possessed subdued curves. The little fluff of red hair on her mons didn't really mask her clitoral hood very well, and the thin lips were also visible, if just barely. Randall smiled, "Very nice!"

"Thank you!" Darla Jean breezed by, moving on to Jimmy and taking a second look while he took her in. From Jimmy's perspective, Darla Jean looked nice, and he knew she liked her sex from listening to her bout with Randall, but she still looked a little fragile to him. Those titties were cute, but given a choice, he liked his bigger, too. Besides, she tended to be competitive, and that would get old, quick...

Amy eyed Darla Jean, but the narrow redhead did nothing wrong, and Jimmy checked in with her with a glance as she passed, so Amy buried the uncharacteristic flash of jealousy and smiled. Darla Jean moved on to Danny, again taking a second opportunity to observe his manhood. Danny gave her a quick once-over, but remained poker-faced as he granted her a nod. Basically, she had a little more of just about everything than Thelma, and Danny was sensitive to the fact that Thelma would be smarting from the comparison. On second thought, Thelma's pussy might have a bit more to it, inside and out -- but Danny wasn't gonna get caught ogling while he tried to find out! Danny had already turned his attention to Thelma when Darla Jean came abreast of him.

The look on Thelma's face said her inferiority complex was running full bore, so Darla Jean quickly got away from giving Danny any overt attention and shifted to Thelma, giving off friendly vibes to remind the narrow girl that she was a friend and not a threat. Thelma settled a bit and Darla Jean moved on to Stick, who continued to be fascinating for multiple reasons.

Darla Jean was of interest to Stick, too -- she was pretty good lookin', naked. But he caught Mary watching him as Darla Jean passed, and pissing Mary off was fucking stupid. Besides, Darla Jean was a brainy bitch; they had zip in common. One fast fuck, maybe, but no more than that... Nope, it just wasn't worth it. Mary raised her eyebrows, and Stick shook his head fractionally.

Teddy was still recovering from his trip along the gauntlet, and it colored his reaction to Darla Jean. He'd been too embarrassed to really extract anything other than humiliation from the whole thing, despite generally positive reactions -- which made Darla Jean seem so totally beyond reach that he felt unworthy to examine her. He eyed her sidelong for just a moment before shifting his eyes to Mary, only getting a vague sense of how she looked.

Darla Jean, on the other hand, took another opportunity to examine Teddy's chunky cock, still amazed at its unusual properties. It was pretty amazing -- too bad he was so freaked about it... Reluctantly, she settled into position beyond him.

Randall merely gathered himself, dropped the towel, and moved out. By now he'd seen everyone, and while it was embarrassing to have his cock standing at attention in front of a bunch of girls, he wasn't alone, so...

He got more interest than he gave. Jimmy checked him out perfunctorily, Amy more thoroughly; she gave a quick nod of satisfaction at the fact that Randall was equipped as advertised. Danny found more embarrassment in the fact that his average length was not the average of the group, and Thelma suffered in sympathy. Stick noted that he and Randall were about evenly matched for size, as did Mary -- but Mary made it clear that she was no more interested in Randall than Stick was in Darla Jean. Teddy made his usual check and noted Randall's size, but he'd also noted a bit of homophobia in Randall's reactions, so he was circumspect.

Darla Jean, however, made no bones about being pleased with the sight of Randall's equipment, and she was the ONLY person in the group whose opinion Randall really cared about; he watched her from the moment he stepped off, and she actually stepped forward to get a better view as he approached. Yeah, he really WAS pretty good sized; she'd remembered correctly! When he arrived before her, Darla Jean murmured, "All the other guys got kisses," and flowed into his arms, pressing her lips to his; in a moment, Randall got over his shock and wrapped his arms around her while they moved from chaste to open-mouthed frenching. It only lasted a moment, however, then Darla Jean stepped back, leaving a flustered Randall to take up his position. "Now what?" he asked.

"Last one in is It for Marco Polo!" Jimmy yelled, turned and jumped into the pool. There was a moment of shock, then the others followed rapidly, making a series of tremendous splashes as they attempted to outrun one another.

The exception was Darla Jean, who hesitated theatrically and was thus last -- but she had a reason; it seemed like a fine way to get that examination in... "You're it, Darla Jean!" Jimmy caroled over the squeals of the others exclaiming at the water's cool temperature.

"Oh, all right!" Darla Jean pretended to be mildly disgruntled, then proceeded to go through the obligatory antics designed to disorient her and allow the others to take up positions.

While Darla Jean had eight potential victims, she was only really interested in four of them; add to that the fact that the pool had originally been designed for municipal use and Darla Jean's task became difficult. When, after the first couple of minutes, it became apparent that the task would be difficult, Jimmy started crowding Amy in an effort to get her caught, which made for some noise. Thelma, being a non-swimmer and not comfortable with the environment, tended to slosh and splash noisily enough that she was the easiest target; Darla Jean had to make some spectacular last-minute blunders when slitted eyes allowed her to discover that she was set on the wrong target.

Relative safety and Jimmy's example encouraged more horseplay, and Stick started pressing Mary, who was surprisingly good at making virtually no noise at all when she moved. After a couple of minutes of limited success, he pulled Teddy into the conspiracy, too, the pair making loud splashes in the vicinity of Mary and diving away.

But it was Danny who eventually blundered into Darla Jean's man-trap while trying to guard Thelma. Darla Jean picked him up interspersing himself between her and his lady love, made a wild, diving grab, and came up with Danny's hip in one hand and his stiff erection in the other, "Gotcha!"

"Holy shit!" Danny roared, surprised, but Jimmy nearly bent double, laughing. "Well, if you're gonna play naked... Goodies are on-limits, everybody! Prepare to be felt up!" This brought a number of joyful shrieks, and some activity that had been heretofore surreptitious came out into the open. "Help! I'm drowning! I need a flotation device!" Jimmy yelled and began splashing after Amy his hands out questing for her breasts.

"Thelma, do you need anything while I've got him by the balls?" Darla Jean inquired, eyes dancing. Besides, this gave her further opportunity to feel poor Danny up...

"Jeez! Don't hurt 'em! I need that thing in full working order!" Thelma giggled.

"Well, okay." Turning to Danny, she added, "You're it, right? You admit it?" She gave him a gentle tug, jacking him more than anything else.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm it, I'm it!" Danny agreed. "You got me! Leggo!" Darla Jean did so and withdrew, grinning, and Danny got started, dunking and spinning while everyone else thrashed to new positions.

"That took forever," Randall noted quietly, slipping up next to Darla Jean.

"It's a big pool," Darla Jean replied, "and there are relatively few people in it."

"And only half of them are male," Randall added softly. Darla Jean flashed him a look; had she been that obvious? Pitching his voice louder, Randall added, "New rule! Danny, you have to catch a girl! When you're it, you have to catch somebody of the opposite sex!"

"Kewl!" Jimmy hollered gleefully. Stick grinned from ear to ear; Mary rolled her eyes, but didn't argue, and Amy laughed.

Darla Jean murmured quietly, "Why did you do that?"

Randall shrugged, grinning, "It seemed like a good idea... Why should everyone else have an easier time of it?" Darla Jean's stomach lurched.

Fact was, Darla Jean HAD tipped her hand to anyone watching closely; Mary was suspicious, but she wasn't sure because Stick had started messing with her, and almost everyone else had been similarly distracted. But Randall had been watching Darla Jean and ONLY Darla Jean; he not only knew that she had been limiting herself to males, but that Danny had been a choice based upon desperation -- she'd been shooting for Stick or Teddy! Randall dropped behind Darla Jean, but then an arm snaked around her waist, and his voice hissed in her ear, "Tell me!"

There was a hot iron bar between the cheeks of her ass, cool water notwithstanding. Watching Danny get under way and trying to struggle free quietly, she whispered, "Tell you what?"

"Why?"

Darla Jean began slowly moving to her left to avoid Danny's blundering threat; Randall stayed with her, matching her, move for move, and not pulling away. "Let me go!" She went to work on his encircling arm.

"Not until you tell me. I can tell THEM, you know..."

"I can't! You won't understand!"

"Shhh. Back with me." Randall began backing off, pulling her with him. Darla Jean stopped fighting -- the surface reason being the noise it would make in front of an already alert Danny. She dropped her arm over his, clasping herself to him as he quietly backed them off. Still, it took an altercation between Mary, Stick, and Teddy resulting in a loud splash off to Danny's left to get him off the scent. They were left in deep water -- as tall as she was, Darla Jean's feet weren't touching bottom; she was now dependent upon her clinch with Randall to keep her head above water. Now," Randall breathed, "or I'll dunk you AND I'll tell the others!"

"Randall!" Darla Jean was amazed! This wasn't the Randall she knew! Then again, a little bit of admiration leaked out of the cocktail of mixed emotions whirling through her. She glanced around, and Randall wasn't the only boy present giving a girl a hard time, or even the worst; Jimmy was belaboring Amy from the front -- either she was defending her breasts or trying to keep from being pushed over backwards, or both. Teddy had one of Mary's arms and Stick the other, and Stick's free arm dipped suspiciously into Mary's crotch. Only Thelma was free in the water, and she was operating in a narrow band where the depth rose only to between her waist and mid chest; she'd seceded full view of her small breasts for the ability to operate at what she considered a comfortable water level. Still, Randall's grip on Darla Jean pressed his considerable erection against her ass in a VERY familiar manner. On the other hand, they HAD slept together -- and it wasn't as if she had ruled out further occurrences. But... "That's blackmail!"

"Yeah," Randall conceded, "but I need to know. Five seconds." He deliberately dipped her a bit, reinforcing the threat.

"Why?"

Randall paused. Should he tell her? No, not now -- it might alter her answer. "No more delays. Four... Three..."

Darla Jean cast about desperately, "It's... data collection!"

"Data collection?" Randall's grip relaxed as he pondered this, but not enough. Then he glanced up. "Danny's coming. Turn around and wrap your legs around me, quick!"

"Let me go! I told you what you wanted!"

"Not enough. How about I hand you to him?"

Danny was looming. "Okay, loosen up a bit." Darla Jean turned and wrapped her legs around his waist -- which pinned the tip of his lengthy erection against the area between her nether lips and her anus (an area suddenly discovered to be highly sensitive) -- and Randall quietly backed them off into even deeper water. Absolute silence reigned while Danny, facing increasing difficulty with the depth of the water and a drop-off in noise, quested here and there close by before Amy fell over backwards attempting to evade Jimmy, creating a loud splashing ruckus that promised better hunting. Danny rushed off.

Randall drifted to his right, maintaining the depth -- he was basically holding them on tiptoe -- and murmured, "Okay, keep it coming."

"Well, I need a bigger dataset. They're all so different!"

"You need more than one?" Randall asked. What would she say?

"No. At least I don't THINK so -- if it's the RIGHT one!" This wasn't going well...

"And you haven't found it? Most girls settle for one at a time..." Randall chided.

This DEFINITELY wasn't going well... "There isn't a lot of scientific method to that. It's just settling -- and the divorce rate says THAT doesn't work. I'm not even sure exactly what I need, yet!"

Randall absorbed this. "Dwayne was data collection?"

"Yes. It's kind of embarrassing -- I needed a direct comparison, soon after... I told you Dwayne was never under consideration for a relationship..."

"And Ted?" Randall looked up and began slowly drifting left again. Both murmured "Polo," in response to Danny's ping.

"Ted was..." What? An accident? "Ted wasn't supposed to happen -- but I still got data."

"And both of them at the same time?"

"Randall, that's not fair!" The pair were nose to nose, and Randall was poker-faced. "THAT was unexpected, too!"

"But you got data from it. Will you be repeating that particular experiment?" Darla Jean glared at him, furious. "Okay, okay. What about these guys?"

"What about them?"

"Do you plan to..."

"No!" Darla Jean tried to pull herself away, but Randall wouldn't allow it. "They're all taken -- I can get THAT information second-hand! Let me go!"

"No." Darla Jean continued to struggle in her embarrassment; Randall added, "Hear me out, will you?"

"Why should I? I can imagine what you think of me!" Darla Jean ranted.

"Apparently, you can't!" Randall looked up and began moving as rapidly to his right as he could and continue to be silent. Darla Jean turned around to assess the threat and shut up -- Danny had been drawn by their conversation again. Randall managed to get about ninety degrees to Danny and began sidling along the pool edge toward shallower water. At about that point, Mary screeched, "Stick! Get your..." There was more to it, including an intense expression as Mary finished in a sibilant whisper, and it attracted Danny away from his blind quest in the area Randall and Darla Jean had so recently occupied.

The threat dissipated, Darla Jean turned back to Randall. "What does THAT mean?"

Randall started sidling toward deeper water again; he didn't want Darla Jean going anywhere yet. "It means that I understand; we both kind of approached the idea last Saturday morning that we needed further experience. I've... been busier than expected, too."

"So I hear..."

"It's all kind of embarrassing; in some ways, I wish I didn't have to deal with it. Bottom line is that you're not the only one experimenting this week; you're not even the only GIRL doing it! Unless you have had an adventure that hasn't gotten out, we're about even." He burned a moment checking their surroundings, then sighed, "Look, I don't know how to ask you this, but do you have any preliminary conclusions?"

"Do YOU?"

"Yeah, but if you can't give any ground, I can't either!" Randall frowned. "All right; it's not the only dimension -- I can't expect to just do sex with a girl. If I can't carry on a decent conversation afterward, I can't even look forward to it. Well, that might change once I've done without again for a while, but I can't do a relationship that way."

Darla Jean nodded pensively. "Me neither. What about your dataset?"

Randall shrugged. "There wasn't much in the way of competition. You?"

Darla Jean sighed. "The same. But there is a problem."

"What?"

"I... need to collect more data."

"Oh." Randall assumed a deflated look.

"Look, that doesn't mean..."

"What?"

"It doesn't mean I think I can do better, but -- oh, you'll think I'm a total slut!" She turned her head. "My mother surprised me recently -- she took the whole Dwayne and Ted thing in stride and said she'd been positively wild at my age. The apple hasn't fallen far from the tree, I guess..."

"So, you want to get a little wild?" Randall asked.

"Well, yeah. Experience things, you know?" Darla Jean could NOT look Randall in the eye.

"So the relationship thing is out."

"Well..."

"Well, what?"

"That's not up to me."

"Meaning?"

"Randall, this is HARD..." Darla Jean gathered herself, "I can't ask you to put up with..."

Randall chuckled, "You getting your sample?"

"Yes."

"Maybe I won't mind... I like to think that I'm capable of being rational about such things." He eyed her, "What about me? Would I be able to collect MY sample?"

"That's fair." Darla Jean's eyes slid away again, "Some things might take both of us."

"Um, yeah," Randall replied distantly, while he thought about possible permutations. "We'll need ground rules."

Darla Jean opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a loud squeal as Danny collected Thelma. The uproar ending Danny's turn allowed others to talk, and Jimmy yelled, "Hey, what are you two doing over there?"

"Who wants to know?" Randall returned.

"Looks pretty cozy from here!" Jimmy chuckled. "I've heard you two -- if you go at it, you'll get caught!"

Darla Jean put up a brief struggle, but Randall wasn't having any. "We still have things to talk about -- screw them!" Pitching his voice to carry, he replied to Jimmy, "You have a dirty mind, is all. I'm taller than Darla Jean, so she can go deeper if she hangs on. Besides, what the Hell was Stick doing to Mary? And was that patty-cake that got Amy all wet?"

"Don't tell him!" Mary screeched, plowing for deeper water, the boys' grip on her arms momentarily broken.

"Awright, awright!" Jimmy grinned. "Go ahead and get started, Thelma!"

"What do I..." Thelma began, but Danny came up and began providing instructions. "Stick my head...!" More mumbles. "Can't I just...?"

Danny looked up, "Guys, Thel doesn't do water. She's kinda scared. Can't I just spin her around or something?"

Everyone glanced around, collecting agreement. "Sure," Jimmy replied. "She has to stand still with her hands over her ears for fifteen seconds so you can get clear."

"Okay."

"Boys, Thelma," Jimmy added. "You're hunting boys!" Everyone laughed. There was a lot of splashing as Mary's boys started chasing her and Danny started disorienting Thelma. Randall shifted to his left as Mary started crowding him. Darla Jean, watching things over her shoulder, murmured, "What kind of ground rules?"

"Umm, well, we need to be honest with each other. I guess..." He pondered a moment. "I guess if one of us wants to do something that might bother the other one, there is no veto, but he or she should be informed, anyway. If you want to do things I can't handle -- or vice-versa -- we'll just have to deal with the consequences."

"Do you have anything in mind?" Darla Jean asked.

"Noooo," Randall replied. "I like to think I'm open-minded. What about you?"

"Ummm," Darla Jean glanced over at Mary, Stick, and Teddy. "No, nothing in particular. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, I guess. What if one of us wants to see the other do something...?"

Randall's glance followed Darla Jeans. Did she mean doubling up, or queer-bait stuff? "I... really hope we can, umm, operate on a higher plane. You should be able to ask, and you should be able to say no. And if one of us asks, and the other says no, they should respect that, but if they want to go elsewhere to get that particular thing, that should also be okay."

"That's... pretty open..."

"Well, yeah," Randall replied. "But sex isn't the relationship. It's part of it, and it needs to be a good part -- a BIG part -- but we're looking at emotional attachment and friendship -- that kind of thing. Other dimensions. We should be doing romance, teamwork, friendship, mutual dependence. Sex between us should incorporate those other things, and sex with others, when we do it, should not; if it does, then maybe we have an issue -- but we can deal with that if and when it happens."

"Maybe you can have those things with more than one person..." Darla Jean remarked, watching Mary wrestle with Stick as Teddy looked on, grinning.

Randall stopped, thought about it. "Maybe. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Shhh, now..." Thelma was counting to fifteen.

Turn us around," Darla Jean directed.

"Why?"

"Thelma's chasing boys. Not fair for you to hide behind me." Randall did as he was told. "Back up a bit -- she'll never go this deep." Randall backed until both their nipples were exposed. "Anything else?"

"Ummm, we don't embarrass one another. Try to keep things low-key. When you plan to do something, you tell the other person so nobody gets surprised and hurt. They can't say no, but they should be aware. If anything spur of the moment happens, you pass the word as quickly as possible. Honesty and communication. If one of us can't take the heat, well..."

"Well?"

"I guess then it's time to negotiate. Ultimately, there is a trade-off to commitment -- but it shouldn't be blackmail. I... can't think of anything that you'd do that I couldn't put up with once -- but it could happen..."

There was a loud splash to Randall's right, someone moving rapidly across the pool -- right through Thelma's narrow operating area. It was Teddy. A moment before, Mary had whispered to Stick and Teddy, "Thelma's never going to go too deep, so she's limited. We could all avoid her, just by going over there..." She nodded at the deep end. "Darla Jean just made Randall move into Thelma's zone; I think we oughta zip through every once in a while and give her a shot." Teddy had nodded and gone barreling across the pool, sweeping around Thelma and making LOTS of noise.

"What's going on?" Randall asked.

"They're giving Thelma something to shoot at," Darla Jean replied. "We're making enough noise, talking, though." Even a whisper carried enough to know something was up in utter silence. "So, if there is something you can't put up with?"

Randall shrugged. "Well, it might be YOU that can't!" he responded, even though he wasn't at all sure of it. "In any case, then I guess you have to make the call whether that particular thing is worth dissolving the relationship or not. It shouldn't be a first pass thing, though -- that's childish, and it's blackmail. I don't see it happening over a single experiment -- even repeated. It'd probably end up being something one of us decides they like to do regularly that the other can't handle." He frowned. "I think that'd kill things, anyway." He eyed her. "Sound fair? Can you handle that kind of thing? It's not just me..." From Randall's viewpoint, this was just bluster, but if she was going to play by different rules, he needed to know, now!

"That's a pretty serious commitment," Darla Jean murmured, but she was smiling. "No jealousy? Live and let live? Watch that column of girls cycle through Stud Braithewaite's revolving door?" Randall rolled his eyes. "Well, I think it's worth a try. If the basics aren't going to work, I think we're going to figure that out pretty quickly, don't you?"

"Yeah, I think so. How do you want to seal the deal?"

"Kissing is good." Darla Jean offered her lips, and Randall tilted his head to take them. The action caused him to hunch a bit, which brought a solid reminder of other things -- namely the erection poking her in the area between her twat and her anus. The thing had been bumping her -- perhaps with his pulse, or maybe in unconscious reaction to things that they said -- for several minutes, disconcerting her at the oddest times. Now it was solidly in contact -- and the area was EXTREMELY sensitive! She started to wriggle -- which only made things worse. Breaking the kiss, she murmured, "I've got an even better idea..."

"Hmmm?" Randall was distracted, both by the kiss and from sensing the contact from his own perspective. Man, that wiggling! If she'd just move a little bit...

Darla Jean moved, pushing her ass back and rubbing his blunt glans along her labia. Then she started wriggling again. It didn't take much -- almost immediately, her inner lips opened to admit him to the pink groove that ran from her clitoris to her vaginal opening. "Back off a little more, so I can drop lower," she husked.

"Here?" he grunted. Like he was going to stop her. He started backing.

"Might as well," she husked, more wriggling seating his glans in her opening. "At best, it'll be two iterations before I can play again. This way..." Randall groaned as she began to absorb him. "You're almost sure to get caught..."

"What if...?" Randall's mind blanked as his glans slipped inside the warm, wet tunnel. Darla Jean had her head back, eyes closed, savoring the penetration. The water was only so-so as a lubricant -- it worked, and it didn't. Darla Jean settled slowly, both of them feeling every millimeter of the slow march of the insertion.

Amy saw Darla Jean throw her head back and nudged Jimmy. "Okay," Jimmy chortled, "NOW they're fucking! Woo Hoo!" Stick, Mary, and Teddy applauded and catcalled. Thelma spun in all directions, trying to get a bead on the closest noisemaker.

Darla Jean started panting. "What if what?" she gasped.

Randall started lifting her and lowering her, slowly -- which was all that the water would allow. "What if... we don't... finish?"

Darla Jean tucked her head into his shoulder. "We'll finish," she gasped. "Later, maybe, but... I promise." The friction was incredible. The water didn't allow it to burn, but it wasn't slick, either. Her tunnel felt and grappled with every ridge and bump... "Maybe better later. Now you need to ... help me..."

"What if I... don't want to?" Randall gasped. Slow and bumpy or not, this was intense!

"You already promised..."

Had he? Yes, he had -- it was implicit in their commitment. "Guess I did." He put more power into lifting her -- and Darla Jean started using her hips and knees. There was no way the activity could continue to be silent -- and it wasn't. "I dunno... how long..."

Darla Jean opened her eyes. Everyone else in the pool was standing still, watching -- except Thelma, who was approaching, head cocked. "Go ahead," she gasped. "I won't make it, now, but later..." She began clasping her vagina, and bouncing even more vigorously, "Cummmm...."

Randall's attempt to limit himself to a strained grunt was a waste of time; Thelma touched his back just as he let go! "EEYAAAAHHH!" he yelped -- in surprise, more than anything else. He leaped in surprise, then crushed himself to Darla Jean as his seed pulsed from him

Randall's surprised leap smashed his groin into Darla Jean's, and his follow-up crush and the excitement brought her a small pop, too, which surprised her, "Uungh!" She clutched herself to him.

"Feel 'em up! Feel 'em up! Feel 'em up!"Jimmy chanted gleefully.

"Yeah, see what they're doin'!" Stick egged Thelma on.

Danny nodded, grinning and Thelma eyed the pair's underwater joining, hard, from close up, then slipped her hand between Randall's spread legs from behind. Randall's balls were in the way, so she rapidly but gently worked her hand past them to try to get a grip on Randall's root -- but there was none to be had, since the next thing she felt was Darla Jean... Snatching her hand back as if it were burned, Thelma erupted, "Omigawd! They really ARE!" Whoops, shrieks, and catcalls filled the pool area.

Randall, shock adding to his embarrassment, turned bright red, but Darla Jean merely smiled a Mona Lisa smile and bored in for a kiss. When they broke, she murmured, "Walk me over to the edge? We don't want to mess up Jimmy's pool any more than we have to..." Something had snapped in Darla Jean as she watched Thelma boring down on them and realized they were going to get caught. Any tendency to fear and embarrassment had fled, replaced by an exhibitionistic thrill. The wild games, the insane happenings in the boy's locker room, the thrills and Randall's clear, sober acceptance and support combined to unlock all of Darla Jean's doors. Sex was fun, these were her friends, and she had a boy -- no, a MAN -- who wanted her. She didn't HAVE to hide -- in fact, she could even show off!

"Okay, it's your turn!" Thelma pressed.

"Sure, one second!" Randall agreed, and started slogging toward the shallows. This made Darla Jean's position VERY clear, eliciting a second round of catcalls. Darla Jean just smiled over his shoulder. At the corner steps, Randall lifted Darla Jean off him and placed her on the pool edge while she covered her twat with a hand to discourage drips.

As Darla Jean started to get up, Jimmy yelled, "Drag him back by his dick!"

Thelma, caught up in the game and beyond personal embarrassment, took a look and snatched her hand back. "Ewwww! I'm not touching THAT! It's gooey!" The group screamed laughter.

Darla Jean crooked a finger at Randall and waddled to the steps, holding her crotch. Randall gingerly followed and came up the steps until he was standing on the top one. Darla Jean put her hand on his hip, and without ceremony, leaned forward and engulfed his cock. There was a shocked gasp as Randall threw his head back -- he was still VERY sensitive from his recent orgasm -- and dead silence as she milked him with her lips once, then withdrew and vacuumed along his shaft with her wide lips. Rising, she swallowed and complained, "Yuck! Chlorine!" then addressed Thelma, "Okay, it's clean now! Don't break it -- it's mine!" She got up and waddled toward the pool house, adding gaily "Wait for me -- I'll be right back!"

"Omigawd!" Mary erupted against the background of whoops and laughter, "I'll be back -- I've gotta pee!" She started plowing toward the steps.

"Go ahead, Thel," Amy encouraged, laughing, and Thelma gingerly wrapped her hand around Randall's hard-on. Randall's meat hadn't had a chance to go down, and wrapping a hand around his cock certainly didn't encourage it to droop; Thelma gently oriented him and urged him along, while reflecting that he was obviously another cock-monster like Jimmy; she could have used both hands on his rock-hard shaft and still not covered everything...

Mary left the pool so intent on her target that she didn't even bother with a towel; Stick watched her departure and murmured to Teddy, "Somethin's up..." Teddy nodded agreement.

Amy was watching Jimmy, who had really cut loose this evening. Obviously, he didn't want the departure of the two girls to cast a pall on things, so she started a running commentary designed to hold up the girls' end despite the fact that there were only two girls, egging Thelma on and harassing poor Randall.

Mary found Darla Jean in the bathroom, trying to push out Randall's deposit, "What happened to YOU? I created a monster!"

Darla Jean smiled. "Well, maybe you just let one out."

"Were you cheating out there?" Mary accused.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I want to... feel them all."

"Feel? As in fuck?" Mary asked suspiciously.

"No, they're taken," Darla Jean shrugged. "I just wanted to experience variety."

"Hon, I never meant to make you a slut..." Mary apologized.

"You didn't," Darla Jean replied. "It was there all along. I had a surprising talk with my mother the other day -- she says she was absolutely wild at school, and Dad had his work cut out for him settling her down."

"Oh." Mary pondered this. "Well, you're gonna get one helluva rep..."

"They're all friends," Darla Jean replied. "This game makes things kind of privileged. We worked to embarrass everybody equally -- I have my blackmail material, too! Besides, I'm just looking to touch..."

"And you and Randall?"

Darla Jean wiped and got up, surrendering the toilet to Mary. "He's intelligent, sophisticated, and tolerant -- at least he THINKS he is, and I HOPE he is! We're starting a relationship -- sort of semi-exclusive, like you suggested."

Mary concentrated until she got a trickle going, then asked, "Semi-exclusive gonna work, then?"

Darla Jean shrugged. "We're both scientifically trained; neither of us wants a pig in a poke. So we both want to experiment. On the other hand, we seem to be well-matched emotionally and intellectually, and open-minded enough to put up with experimentation. We've kind of set some ground rules to keep communication flowing and not embarrass one another, but the plan is to be there for each other. Love... love isn't the same when you think about things the way Randall and I do. We're logical types -- dispassionate, objective. Neither of us is inclined to toss logic out the window and ride on the wings of wild emotions."

Mary collected a wad of paper and wiped. "It's a lot more fun if you do."

"Well, I think we're already started, but the takeoff is slower. We're still busy checking our parachutes and stuff. But once we get going, I expect a long, smooth flight."

Mary nodded. "What's the plan for tonight?"

"Well, I want to try to get a little more mileage out of this unique opportunity, so you can guess who Randall is going to catch. Then somehow, somewhere, we're gonna do a lot better job on one another than we just did in the pool!"

Mary pondered this. "How ready do you think Randall is for wild stuff?"

"Well, we just got pretty wild in the pool..." Darla Jean hazarded.

"Concentrate on Jimmy, then. If you're not gonna try to steal my boys, I think I can promise you a lot more than a quick grope."

"REALLY?" They were outside already when Darla Jean turned to Mary in surprise.

"I'm not promising anything, but we might arrange a bit more show and tell. I've got a few mild worries, but I think I'm safe from you. On the other hand, if you give them ideas and they go looking for something better, I'm not gonna be happy..." Mary murmured, keeping her voice down.

"I have Randall. He's all I want to keep," Darla Jean insisted.

"Okay. I'll give you the high sign if things look good," Mary replied. "I need to talk to the boys -- or at least Stick."

"Okay." The pair descended the stairs into the water before Darla Jean caught Mary's arm, "Mary, does Stick... run things?"

Mary smiled. "Let's just say he's first among equals." She launched herself and began swimming toward her boyfriends.

"Awright, everybody's here! Le's get on with it!" Stick yelled.

"Woo hoo!" Jimmy chortled. Thelma gave Randall a couple of spins then headed off toward Danny. Darla Jean stayed in the shallows while Randall dunked himself and worked on further disorientation.

Danny gathered Thelma in and kissed her, then murmured, "Are you gonna want to stay down on the farm, now that you've seen New York?"

"Huh?" Thelma replied, mystified.

"You spent a while playin' with Randall's fire hose..."

"Oh, THAT!" Thelma waved it off. "If I wanted THAT, we could buy horses!" She worried his neck with her lips. "You want to do what they did?"

"Naw," Danny replied. "I want to do a GOOD job, later! But I can still carry you, and maybe rub you off..."

"Ummm, no rubbing -- I'm a screamer."