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Wow Thanks (MFf, exhib, voy, inc, cons)
by autoeroticrobot

Chapter 27.  "I think there needs to be some..."

"You going to be here when?" Marie exclaimed into the phone, then 
quickly, "uh, no, it's fine.  Fifteen minutes," she echoed the voice in 
the phone, looking up pointedly at Denise to underscore what was 
suddenly evident - Marie's parents were coming to pick her up.

At this point she sat up, seemingly forgetting that Frank's face was 
between her legs for a second, and therefore surprising both herself 
and him by briefly mashing her crotch against his nose.  She quickly 
looked around with a combination of annoyance and lust, still 
distractedly listening to the phone, and then gingerly managed to crawl 
back away from her position until she was fully disentangled from him.  
Panic in her eyes, she said, "yeah, yeah... we had fun."  She paused, 
and then answered, "just, like, hanging out."

Then another short pause, and lastly, "OK, dad.  See you soon."  She 
clicked the phone off and briefly examined it, like it was suddenly 
radioactive.  

But then she looked around:  everyone was scrambling now, as there was 
no need for her quick clarification.  Still, so that there would be no 
ambiguity, she announced, "my parents are going to be here to pick me 
up in fifteen minutes."

After the initial moments of panic, things settled down a bit once 
everyone started finding their clothes (including missing underwear and 
all that) and were beginning to put them on.

But seeing Frank beginning to put his leg into his briefs, she got a 
mischievous look and said, "wait.  I need a souvenir."

Lissa raised an eyebrow, and Marie gave her friend a sly glance, and 
held up her phone - I realized it had a camera in it.  Frank looked 
embarrassed, and was rendered even more so when Marie, before snapping 
the picture, paused and said, "gee... that, like, went down fast."

She was referring, of course, to the fact that the surprise news and 
subsequent disarray and quickly deflated Frank's stunning erection (and 
mine too, for that matter).  

"Are you sure you, uh, want a picture," he asked, perhaps a bit 
disturbed by the idea that this fourteen-year-old girl would want such 
a lasting record of her recent experience.

"Well, it is, like, the first I got to see up close," she said, coyly.

"She can show her grandkids," joked Lissa, ever the quick one with a 
clever remark.

Frank laughed out loud at that, and seemed to relax.  "And mine too, 
for that matter," he finally said, groping for an appropriately silly 
comeback.

We all laughed at that, but Marie quickly said, "can you make it, uh, 
go up again?  ... smile for the camera," she teased, as if coaxing a 
baby or a pet cat, but looking directly at Frank's naked crotch, rather 
than his face.

"I just want to make sure... can we leave his face out of it, please," 
suggested Denise, already in panties and shirt, but frozen in the midst 
of pulling on her pants.

"Oh sure... I just want a nice close-up, like the view I had a minute 
ago," giggled Marie.  "Don't worry - it's not like I'm REALLY going 
show my grandkids - or anyone else at all.  Except maybe Lissa, of 
course, if she's a good girl," she grinned at her friend, who stuck out 
her tongue back at her.

With that clarified, Frank, Denise and I relaxed further, and Frank 
seemed OK about going ahead with it.  But his cock was only half-mast 
at this point, and he seemed hesitant to use manual stimulation to 
bring himself back to full effect.  

The girls didn't seem to understand the delay, and Marie waited with 
camera-phone at ready, but clearly was not taking any pictures.  So 
Denise finally said, after an awkward, short silence, "Frank, if you 
need to, uh, touch yourself a bit to get it back the way she wants it, 
I'm sure it's OK."

Lissa made a sort of "O" of realization, while Marie giggled.  Frank 
self-consciously gave his smooth cock a few gentle, tickling strokes, 
until it had risen back to just above ninety degrees straight out, and 
the bulbous head was taut and shiny again.  Once he was erect, with the 
attention of all four of us so focused on it, he had no problem keeping 
it that way as he drew his hands away - but not before Marie snapped 
her first picture, which included his fingers lovingly tickling around 
the rim of his glans.  There is often such tenderness in the way people 
touch themselves, I reflected.

She took a few more pictures, examining each as it was taken in the 
phone's small screen, and sharing one with Lissa, who nodded 
approvingly, like a connoisseur.

She took about four pictures.  "OK, that's awesome," she concluded, as 
if announcing the completion of a major collaborative work of art.  She 
snapped her phone shut and was about to put it down on the coffee table.  
But then she paused, and looked speculatively up at Frank's face for a 
minute, meeting his gaze, and then down at her own still-naked form.  
"Uh... do you want a souvenir, too?" she asked - half shy, half brazen.

He said, shrugging, "That's very sweet of you to offer, Marie.  But... 
I don't have a camera."

Marie smiled, and said, "you can use mine - I'll email you."  She 
flipped her phone back open and held it toward him.

Frank looked toward me and Denise, as if for approval.  But we both 
gestured that it was Marie's decision.  So he hesitatingly took the 
camera-phone and said, "so, how do I operate this thing?"

Lissa quickly moved to his side, to show him.  And, I noticed, stealing 
lots of involuntary, close-up glances at his still prominent erection, 
so close beside her.

"How do you want her to sit?" Lissa encouraged.

Frank thought for a moment, but seemed at a loss for words.

Lissa, as was her nature, took charge.  "Oh... I have an idea," she 
gushed.  She had Frank quickly lie down as he had been before, and had 
Marie get over him, as before.  The she made him take "three good 
pics."  

Then, before they got up, Marie insisted Lissa hand the phone back to 
her.  "This is the view I want to remember," she said, in an almost 
religious tone.  Denise and I laughed at the antics.

"Well, we'd really better hurry, now," I suggested, and moved to finish 
dressing myself.

About five hectic minutes passed, but at last, breathing a little 
raggedly, everyone had put their clothes back on.  The laptop was 
stowed, the jar of chocolate sauce restored to the fridge, the towels 
removed to the bathroom.  No evidence remained of our recent 
exhibitionistic debauchery.

We all sat around the living room and stared at each other and laughed 
at our moments of panic. 

"Well, um..." said Marie.

Lissa looked to her friend, encouraging her to say what she wanted to 
say with a wide, friendly grin.  

Marie brushed her pageboy-cut, flaxen-blonde hair from her eyes, and 
seemed to get suddenly emotionally choked up.  "I just wanted to say, 
before my parents get here, that I really had fun today.  So, um... 
thanks."  She smiled shyly at the rest of us, and blinked her blue eyes.

Denise said, carefully, "I hope you understand you probably shouldn't, 
uh, discuss this with your parents?"  She glanced at the phone still 
resting on the coffee table, meaningfully.

"Oh, I understand completely," Marie said, quite seriously.  She 
crossed her arms in front of her modest breasts.  "Not that I think 
they'd believe me," she laughed.

Exhibiting some discomfort as he considered the implications of what 
Denise was saying, Frank said, "I definitely think that - HOPE that - 
this whole thing should be confidential to just us."

We all nodded, almost grimly, affirming what seemed to be a little pact 
between the five us; and just in time - the doorbell rang at that 
moment, and Marie's family burst onto the scene.

There was some small talk, and Denise commented that they were back 
from St Paul earlier than had been expected.  Joan explained that her 
husband had decided to fly back early from his business trip in Orlando, 
and that she and Marie's brother Jeff had left the science fair early 
to get him at the airport and head back home.

And thus it was that a very short 20 minutes after witnessing Marie in 
a naked 69 pose with Frank, we were saying goodbye to her and her 
parents and brother in the most innocuous way imaginable.

Once they were gone, Frank said, indicating some reluctance, "So... I 
suppose the party is over."

Denise and I exchanged glances, and looked toward Lissa - it was her 
decision.

Lissa seemed on the edge of inviting him to stay, but something in her 
made her say, instead, that she agreed that it had been fun, but that 
it had probably been time to stop, anyway.

Frank nodded, almost sadly, and said that he should probably get home 
and get some dinner for himself.

Denise put her hand on his arm, affectionately.  "Regardless," she said, 
"I'm really glad you came over.  No regrets," she added, meaningfully 
meeting his eyes.  "Right?"

"Oh god - none at all," he assured all three of us.  "No regrets, ever, 
in life."  He grinned, happily.  "Honestly, I promise I don't judge you 
at all.  It's clear you all care about each other and I think this was 
very fun and amazingly free of the hang-ups people so often bring to 
things like sex.  Really, thank you."

Denise asked if he wanted some leftover turkey, but it was a formulaic 
invitation and he politely declined, and thus, a few minutes after the 
de Lucas had left with Marie, we saw Frank to the door as well.

We were finally just the three of us, again, and I could tell Lissa 
wanted a serious conversation about what had happened earlier.

We talked a little bit about the game of truth or dare, and how fast it 
had seemed to evolve - how we all had become absorbed in the lusts of 
the moment and the weird accelerating logic of the game.

Lissa explained, "I really was having fun, but I now that I think about 
it, I was spending too much time worrying about whether Marie or Frank 
would freak out, even if it didn't really seem like it - so it's good 
it was interrupted before it got too wild, I think."  She paused 
reflectively for a moment, and then added, "not that it didn't get 
pretty wild, anyway.  But at least it didn't degenerate into an orgy or 
something."

Denise chuckled at her daughter's oddly sophisticated remark.  Then she 
got serious, and said, "well, now that it's down to just us, again - 
how do you want to finish Jason's visit?  I mean, technically, we have 
no more tasks."

"Well, first thing, now that our guests are gone, let's get naked again.  
It's fun," she said.

No longer particularly uncomfortable with this idea, Denise and I both 
quickly complied.  

Once we were settled in comfortable positions in the living room, she 
looked quizzically for a few moments at my now semi-dormant penis.  
"You know, you've still got a bit of chocolate there, near your belly 
button."

I glanced down, and Denise glanced over, grinning.  "I see that he 
does," she said.  "Did you want to finish what you were doing earlier?" 
she teased her daughter in a playful tone.

The suggestion seemed to cause an immediate response in my cock, as it 
gave one of those leaps that announces:  "coming soon!"

Both women laughed at this obvious approval on my part.  But Lissa 
looked meditative.  "It's not exactly true that there are no more tasks.  
Remember about the simultaneous orgasms?" she pointed out to her mom.

Denise nodded, and clearly remembered.  "Oh, yes."

"Well, some things have changed - since we know Finn is Jason, and the 
truth or dare game, and all.  But..."

She paused, as if trying to reach a decision.  Then, finally, she said, 
in a quiet, firm voice, "I think there needs to be some orgasms."
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