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Subject: {ASSM} RP: A Summer to Remember, Ch. 6, revised
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Date: Sat,  8 Jan 2005 05:10:03 -0500
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Hello everybody!  Thank you all for the very nice emails.  Sorry it has
taken me so long to respond, and sorry it has taken so long to post this
updated chapter.  I'll try to hurry things up.



   DISCLAIMER: All character are fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  Any resemblence to actual persons, dead or alive, is wholly
coincidental.  The reader agrees to hold harmless the author.  This work is
copyrighted, 2004.  All rights reserved.





   CHAPTER 6, revised





   "Did you get the pictures yet?" Billy asked.



   "No not yet.  They should be here later this afternoon," Joe said as he
opened the Fed Ex box from Houston.



   "It's ten o' clock already.  It should be here by now."



   "I don't know what to tell ya, Bill," Joe said as he pulled out one
shiny gold CD and put it in the CD-ROM drive of his computer.



   "Did you check outside?  I thought Fed Ex always delivered in the
morning."



   "No.  Not always." Joe said nonchalantly as he opened the CD-ROM window
and clicked the icon labeled 'Picture 1'.  The drive immediately started to
spin.  He stared spellbound, his heart beating with anticipation, as the
blank monitor metamorphosed into swashes of blurry color.  A picture began
to take shape.  Then, a perfectly clear color image appeared of Mrs.  Myers
un-tucking her blouse in front of two gawking boys.  Oh My God, thought
Joe. It worked!



   "Joe, still there?"



   Pause.



   "Yeah, still here.  What did you say?"



   "I said wasn't practice yesterday awesome.  I almost broke out laughing
whenever Coach Myers said something.  If he only knew we saw his wife
naked. He didn't have a clue, man.  He is such a lucky..." Billy went on,
but Joe stopped listening.  Joe quickly opened the remaining pictures. 
Each image showed Mrs.  Myers revealing more of her fantastic body.  To the
casual observer, these pictures looked like Mrs.  Myers was trying to
seduce the two boys.  Especially the one of her standing there in only a
thong with her hands on her hips.  Then Joe came to the picture of her
leaning forward to pull down her panties.  From the photograph, it looked
like Mrs.  Myers was deliberately flashing her pussy to the camera.  It did
not look like she was trying to shield her bush from the view of two
perverts.  There was no way for anyone to know that the picture was taken
from outside.  Best of all, the picture clearly showed her slit between her
beautiful round ass cheeks.  Thank God for high heels.  Joe was quickly
becoming a fan of high-heels.  He couldn't stand it any longer.  He had to
jerk off.  He was practically coming already.



   "Hey, uh Billy, that's great.  I gotta go," said Joe hurriedly.



   "Its Bill, not Billy remem. . ." Click.  Joe hung up the phone and
proceeded to go back through the pictures.  He would call the guys later.









   Chloe awoke and found herself alone again.  Well, another day to myself.
She got a bowl of cereal and tried to think of something to do today.  But
the whole time she was eating, all she could think about was her ordeal
from the other day.  She hated it but there was something about it that was
gnawing at her right now, something...  lascivious.  She thought about what
she was made to do, and just like the other night, she got aroused.  Not so
much at having been forced to strip, no that was the part she hated, but
the idea of being naked in front of someone else was making her pussy
tingle.  It had been so long since she was naked with another person.  She
missed the intimacy of it, the adolescent excitement.  She and Steve hadn't
had sex in over a month.  She loved how Steve lusted over her body and how
he adored her figure.  Chloe loved her body too and wanted to share it with
someone she loved.  She was horny, and she had to do something about it. 
She decided she would go to the mall and buy some lingerie.  The sexy,
revealing, Victoria's Secret stuff.  Those always made her feel so
feminine--and a little naughty.  She would come home, put them on and
fantasize about making love to Steve while she masturbated.  Chloe threw
the rest of her uneaten cereal in the sink and ran to the shower.









   "Hah!  I knew it!" yelled Billy as he barged through the door with Wade
closely behind.  "I knew you had the pictures!" Joe jumped out of his chair
in total alarm.  Without thinking, he immediately tried to stand up and his
penis hit the bottom of the desk.  He let out a yelp of agony and barely
managed to reach down and pull up his shorts before turning around.



   "Uh, they just got here.  I swear," said Joe shaking his head.



   "I bet," said Billy as he worked his way past him.  "They just got here
long enough for you to print out...  30 pictures?" Billy gathered a handful
of the printouts from the printer tray and waved them in Joe's face.



   "Uh yeah, it's a really fast printer."



   "Don't bullshit us, Joe.  Hey Wade, check this out." Wade casually threw
Joe aside, sending him across the room and tumbling onto his bed, as he
tried to get a look over Billy's shoulder.



   "Wow, you can see her muff!"



   "Yeah.  These are great." Billy quickly looked through the handful of
printouts.  Some of the pictures were duplicates, and some were too large
to be clear, but there were still plenty of quality prints.  He gave them
to Wade and sat down at the computer.  He then took his time as he looked
through all the pictures on the CD.  The images on the screen were brighter
and sharper than the printouts.  He sat mesmerized at what the images
revealed.  Wade was now looking at the monitor too and both were in a
daydream as they relived the experience.  Finally out of his trance, Billy
turned to Joe.



   "It's a good thing these pictures turned out or we'd have to kick your
ass right about now."



   "Yeah," said Wade.



   "Guys, I was gonna call ya right when you came in.  Honest."



   "Save it, Dildo.  It looked like you were doing something else when we
came in.  Know what I mean?" Billy said, chuckling as he nudged Wade in the
side with his elbow.  Wade started laughing too but didn't know why.  "O.K.
Joe, you owe us for this one," said Billy, "but for right now look through
the printouts and take out the sucky ones--and try to put them in order."
Billy got up and headed toward the door.



   "Where are you going?" asked Wade.



   "I've got an idea.  Hey, Joe, your sister's room is over here, right?"



   "Yeah, but what do you want to go in there for?"



   "Just, never mind.  I'll show you later.  Hurry up and let's get over to
Mrs.  Myers' place.  It's time to have some fun."





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