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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode III - In training
Part: 31 - 35 of 59
Summary: Rachel enters swim training while her spiral of arousal and
embarrassment continues.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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********** Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 31
   Wednesday was the lightest day on Rachel's chore schedule.  But a dour
mood descended on her as she approached the house.  Three days of rigorous
workouts were taking their toll.  She was used to training hard, but she
hadn't been sleeping or eating well.  In addition, her evening plans had
been derailed by Brenda the Bitch so she had nothing fun to look forward
to. That meant she would be stuck with another of Susan's outfits tomorrow.
And to top it off, her elbow was starting to hurt again.
   Rachel cradled her arm as she walked.  She hadn't noticed much pain
while she was swimming.  But now the workout was over and her joints were
starting to cool off.  It was a worrisome complication.  She couldn't
afford an injury right now.
   When she got home, Rachel first went to the upstairs bathroom and
started her pinnacle on a cleaning cycle.  Then she trudged down to the
living room and collapsed onto the couch.  She suddenly felt tired.  The
chores could wait.  She adjusted her tiny summer dress as best she could,
kicked off her shoes, and curled up to watch some TV.  She was out before
the first commercial came on.
   The ping on Eric's laptop alerted him that Rachel was home.  He checked
the live feed from the living room on his laptop and found her asleep on
the couch.  He had heard rumors around school that some girl was wearing a
super short dress without panties, but he couldn't tell for sure on camera
if Rachel was that girl.
   So he went to see for himself.  He was not disappointed.  Sneaking into
the room he found Rachel fast asleep.  He started to move closer when,
suddenly, she rolled over.  The dress clung precariously on her bottom. 
Eric stared at the hem; willing it to move the last few inches and reveal
the rest of her treasures.  Rachel's soft breathing caused it to creep up
another inch, but there the dress held fast.  It defied gravity and dared
Eric to make the last move.
   The temptation proved too great for the poor boy.  He reached out and
slowly pulled the hem of her dress up to reveal a very bare and very tight
young ass.  He didn't stop until it was almost up to her waist.  She was
obviously not wearing panties.  Eric adjusted the growing bulge in his
pants.  Her skin was flawless and so tempting.  He would give anything to
know if she felt as smooth as she looked.  But he wasn't stupid.  After
getting one last good look, he made his way back upstairs before he got
caught peeping under her dress.  He knew he had made the right decision
when he heard her stirring behind him.
   The cold draft over her exposed bottom woke Rachel from her nap.  She
blushed when she realized she had been sleeping with her dress bunched up
to her waist.  Then she got suspicious when she heard footsteps retreating
up the stairs.  She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and yawned.  She must
have been sleeping hard.  It took a minute to fully wake up before she went
to investigate.
   Eric stopped at the bathroom before returning to his room.  When he
turned around to wash his hands he saw the pinnacle box on the counter.  It
stopped him in his tracks.
   **I've seen this before.
   He couldn't remember what it was called, but he was pretty sure this was
the same device he had seen in an `adult' video once.
   **But why does Rachel have one?  And...is that the Thornwood mascot?
   He tried to recall the exact website where he had seen it before.  But
it had been a long time ago.  A little searching with his laptop would sort
things out.
   Just then, Rachel reached the top of the stairs and saw the door to
Eric's bedroom was open.  And the bathroom door was closed.
   **He's going to see the pinnacle!
   She rushed up to the door and started to knock, but the door opened
first.  It startled them both.
   "Rachel.  What's up?"
   "Um, I was just waiting for the bathroom" she glanced over his shoulder
into the room.
   Eric guessed she was looking for the pinnacle.  "So, what's up with
this?" He stepped back to give her access and pointed at the box.
   Rachel tried to hide her embarrassment; a difficult task when you're
discussing something so intimate with a boy.  "It's part of my swim
uniform...and none of your business."
   "Uh, Rach?  I hate to break it to you, but I don't think that has
anything to do with swimming."
   "You don't know what you're talking about.  It's called a pinnacle and I
got it from my swim coach.  If you're so smart, what did you think it is?"
   Now it was Eric's turn to blush.  He thought it was some kind of sex
toy. But how could he tell her that without admitting to watching porn? 
"I...I don't know.  It has some other weird name, but it's not called a
pinnacle.  I don't think you should be using it."
   Rachel bristled at that statement.  "You can't tell me what to do."
   "I'm not doing that.  I'm just saying you should be more careful about
trusting people." He meant what he said.  But the girl was too offended by
his last statement to hear his genuine concern.
   "You're just trying to screw with me", she declared.  "Can't you leave
me alone for once?"
   "Come on, Rach.  I'm being serious." But it was too late.  Rachel
stormed off down the stairs leaving Eric to plead with the wall. 
Determined to validate his concern, Eric went to his room to do some online
research.
   Best as he could recall, the device had been featured on a foreign porn
website, but he still couldn't remember the name.  The search would
probably be futile, but Eric would sure have fun along the way.  How often
does a horny teenage boy have a legitimate excuse to scour porn websites?
He wasn't going to let it go to waste.
   Eric would have searched with more haste if he had known what he was up
against.  He got distracted a few times along the way, but he eventually
made his first break in the case.  While scouring his brain for foreign
language porn sites, he stumbled onto one from Amsterdam.  He had visited
it a few times over the years, but not in a long time.  The content was
excellent, but he struggled to navigate it because it was in Dutch.
   He still didn't recognize the words, but just seeing them triggered
something in his memory.  Yes!  Rachel's new swim accessory was definitely
related to this website somehow.
   Meanwhile, half way around the world, Bystander had his best tech
experts scouring the Internet.  He had them remove all images, videos and
references to the Pussifier.  If the Pinnacle was to be a legitimate
swimming product, its erotic origins had to be completely erased.  The task
was not overwhelming.  The Pussifier was a relatively obscure new product
and hadn't been selling very well.  It had never been marketed or sold in
the United States and they had already contact the handful of known buyers
in other markets to issue a fake recall.
   **De Pussifier Kronieken!  That's it!
   Slowly the memory clicked into place in his brain.  The title translated
to English as "The Pussifier Chronicles".  Eric marveled that he had
rememebered the obscure movie at all.  It must have been the unique premise
that stuck with him.
   In the movie an undetectable alien virus appears on Earth and causes
infected women to become sex addicts.  Their lust burns and they eventually
turn violent when the men fail to satisfy them.  A brilliant scientist
pieces the clues together and starts work on a device to save humanity
before society falls apart.  He succeeds and names his invention the
Pussifier - the pussy pacifier.
   The Pussifier works and the infected women are able to reintegrate into
society as long as they are wearing one.  The scientist dedicates his
life's work to distributing the Pussifier to as many horny women as he can
find.  But the only way to check if they are really infected is to have sex
with them first.
   Eric was disappointed that the promising premise was wasted on such a
low budget production.  Half way through, the plot was essentially
discarded and the movie devolved into various sex scenes between plastic
looking, low budget porn stars.  The movie became just one of the millions
of generic pornos that could be found on the Internet.
   The movie was forgettable, but the device was not.  He dug around on the
Dutch website until he found a whole page dedicated to "De Pussifer
Kronieken".  Eric was proud of his sleuthing skills, but disappointed when
he clicked the play button: "Video no longer available."
   **Oh well.  That's no problem.  Everything can be found on the Internet
if you know where to look.
   Eric searched through his favorite file sharing sites and was soon
downloading a full copy of the movie.  While he waited for the download to
finish, he considered the implications of this discovery.
   **I don't know who's playing this trick on Rachel, but it doesn't feel
right to let someone take advantage of her like this.  But I can't help her
if she doesn't trust me.  I need to have all my evidence in order before I
take it to her.  Showing her a single porno is not going to cut it.  This
should be easy.
   Eric turned to google.  But some strange happenings on the Internet
complicated his search for more evidence...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 32
   A google search for "De Pussifier Kronieken" in quotes returned 1,129
results.  In search engine terms that was hardly anything.  Undeterred,
Eric perused the links looking for a promising lead.  The first few links
went to shady websites; not legitimate enough to convince his friend of her
peril.  There was one promising link to the Netherlands Adult Toys
Association.  It had a short press release about a product called the
pussifier, but no description or product images.  It was the best evidence
so far, so Eric bookmarked it and went back to the rest of the results.
   Other than a few links back to the original Dutch website he had already
been to, the remaining were dead ends.  So Eric proceeded to an image
search.  He was not very successful.  He found a few static frames from the
movie, but no pictures of the device itself.
   Time to widen the net.  For this Eric turned to a nifty little tool
which had helped him locate obscure items in the past.  It was called a
metasearch engine.  It worked by querying multiple search engines at once
and compiling the results.  He was surprised when "De Pussifier Kronieken"
only returned 980 matches.
   **That's weird.  This Metasearch includes google.  So it should have
more than results, not less.  Eric refreshed his google search tab.  The
exact same search he had performed a few minutes ago now returned only 416
results.
   **That can't be right.  Search results just don't go down like that. 
Maybe they're having trouble with their servers.  Better go check the
spelling.
   When he went back to the original website, Eric realized something
strange was going on.  Earlier he had found a synopsis of the plot and a
few promotional images from the movie; though the video stream itself was
missing.  But now the page reported a 404 error.  The rest of the site was
working fine, but the one page he wanted was gone.
   **First the search results shrink, then whole pages start disappearing.
It's like someone is going around the Internet erasing everything about the
pussifier.  But that's impossible...and crazy.
   Eric returned to his google tab and refreshed the page.  His mouth
dropped open.  Only 10 results remained.  Then he nervously checked his
download with a sigh of relief.  It was over 60% complete and running along
fine.  His file sharing program was connected to dozens of sources.  His
paranoia waned.  How silly he was to think someone would want to erase all
evidence of the pussifier.
   **At least I'll have the movie.  Surely Rach can't argue with that. 
Wait, what's that?
   He stared at the screen in disbelief as one by one his file sources went
offline.  The transfer rate continued to drop until the download came to a
halt and an error message appeared.  "Transfer aborted."
   Instead of despairing, Eric got angry.
   **I might be crazy.  Or maybe someone really is screwing with me.  But
once something gets on the Internet, it's there forever.  You can NEVER get
rid of it.
   He vowed to keep working until he found the proof he needed.  He
collected screenshots of the sites he had visited so far.  He still had
them in cache on his laptop.  And although he didn't have the complete
movie, he did have part of it.  A video file repair program might be able
to extract something useful.  That type of processing required lots of
power.  The repair could take days on his little laptop.
   Eric started the repair running and decided to stop for the night. 
Tomorrow he would check some Internet archives he knew about.  He would get
to the bottom of this mystery one way or another...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 33 Rachel showed up to
Thursday's practice with a very noticeable and tender bruise on her elbow.
Her range of motion was limited and Coach Ron would not allow her to
participate until she got clearance from a doctor.  That meant no practice
until the following Monday.
   Pete Dinnacre was disappointed that he couldn't see his invention in use
Thursday.  He came to visit his buddy and was excited to pass on his good
news.  Before practice, Coach Ron presented him to the team as a
representative from BysTek Aquatic supply.  He dismissed the team to begin
swim drills then pulled Rachel aside for an introduction.
   He explained that she wasn't dressed for practice because of her injury.
Then he turned to Rachel, "Pete helped design your uniform.  You can ask
him anything about the pinnacle.  He's an expert."
   Rachel and Pete sat together in the bleachers but didn't say much.  She
did not dare bring up the Pinnacle.  She was not comfortable enough
discussing something so intimate with a stranger; even if he was an expert.
Watching everyone else practice without her drove her crazy.  She went
straight home and insisted Eric's mom schedule a doctor's apointment for
the next day after school.
   Once the team had showered and gone home, Pete entered his friend's
office.
   Ron ushered him and and motioned to a seat.  "Hey, sorry you couldn't
see Rachel in action today.  She's really good, you know.  She slides
through the water as well as some of the best I've ever been around."
   "You said she was the fastest on the team.  Judging by what I saw today,
that's not saying much.  She looked athletic enough from what I saw of her.
Tall and skinny.  But what about her body?  She's still maturing, if you
know what I mean." Pete made a gesture toward his chest to clarify.  "If
she gets much bigger up there, she can forget a career as a professional
swimmer.  Although I bet someday she'll make someone a great..."
   Ron interrupted before Pete could finish that thought.  He knew Pete's
dirty mind and didn't want to go there.
   "What?  I was going to say `model'.  She has a very promising modeling
career ahead of her." Pete grinned at his friend.  "Come on.  You've seen
her naked, right?  You can't say you didn't notice."
   "You have no idea how much I've seen, buddy.  Let's just say she looks
damn good in and out of her uniform and leave it at that.  Now, didn't you
say you had some good news to share?" He tried to change the subject.
   "Oh yeah!  It's about the pinnacle and you're not going to believe this
one.  Don't ask me how my company found out, but someone high up heard
about it and liked the idea.  They want to make it into a a real swimming
uniform!  I got a promotion to V.P.  of product development to lead the
effort."
   Ron guessed it to be the work of bystander.  He seemed to have his hands
in everything.  "Congratulations, dude.  Let's go out to celebrate tonight.
You're paying!" He was genuinely happy for Pete.
   Pete flashed a proud smile.  "You can keep your girl's locker room. 
When I get back to the office I'll be surrounded by naked swim models. 
Nothing like some rigorous hands-on product testing, if you know what I
mean.  God, I love my job!" He glanced out the doorway and into the vacant
changing room behind them.  "Speaking of naked swimmers, how did you get
your office in here anyway?  Doesn't the school have rules about stuff like
that?"
   "Actually, it was easy.  They don't have a rule because no one tried to
do it before now," Ron took his turn to brag about his job.  "Americans are
clueless about foreign customs.  So I acted like this is normal behavior in
Europe and no one stopped me.  After all," he adopted his thickest swiss
accent "I am a...how you say?...eccentric genius!" They both laughed.
   Ron continued his boasting, "I don't think the girls notice me anymore.
I could walk right into the shower room and they would keep on washing
their naked bodies right in front of me."
   Pete doubted that was completely true, but he didn't mind.  No harm in a
little friendly exaggeration.
   But Ron wasn't completely exaggerating about his experiences, "You
should have seen Rachel with the pinnacle after practice a few days ago.  I
don't even know how to..." his voice trailed off.
   Pete grinned.  It must have made quite an impression to render his good
friend speechless.  He pointed up toward an item on the shelf behind Coach
Ron's desk.  "So how did you keep her from freaking out about that?"
   "I didn't show her." Coach Ron knew exactly what he was talking about.
"You gotta realize, buddy, I wasn't sure she would accept the pinnacle at
all.  I had to play it slow at first."
   Pete whistled.  "Well you're gonna show her eventually, right?"
   "Are you kidding?  Sure it would be fun to try that thing out on Rachel.
Hell, I've considered it." He stood up and grabbed the device off the
shelf, "but this doesn't have anything to do with swimming.  She would
never allow it anywhere near her."
   The wheels started spinning in Pete's mind.  "Leave that to me.  It's my
job now, remember?  Come on.  Let's go get a beer.  It sounds like you've
got some more stories to tell"...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 34 Despite missing practice
again, the school week couldn't have ended better for Rachel.  Susan drove
her to her doctor's appointment straight after school on Friday.  Being
nowhere near the pool helped her mood.  This diversion was an important
enough excuse to miss practice.  Rachel wasn't seriously worried about her
elbow.  She could still move it pretty well and the bruise was fading.  But
she wanted it to heal properly.
   No one ever learned the real cause of her injury.  She had broke a
window while trying to get unstuck from a car she was accidentally breaking
into.  Oh yeah, and she was practically naked at the time.  That would take
a long time to explain to anyone, so she just said "I bumped it."
   It didn't take long after an x-ray for the doctor to come in and give
her the good news.  "It doesn't look like there is any ligament damage.  I
can clear you to swim again whenever you feel up to it.  But I do want you
to take it easy in the evenings.  No strenuous activity for at least a
couple weeks." Eric's mom was less than happy to hear that news.
   Rachel went home in a great mood.  After working to exhaustion for days
on end, she deserved some time off.  Arriving home by 4:00 she had plenty
of time to do whatever she pleased.  The warm sun was shining and the
possibilities endless...
   "This sucks.  $60 for the special edition and we've already beat the
entire game AND the bonus missions in less than a week?" Eric and Tommy
stared at the credits rolling on the TV in Tommy's room.  "I swear this is
the last Ultimate War game I buy, EVER!" Eric threw the controller down and
stood up.
   "Yeah, what a rip off.  The execution animations weren't even that good.
UW-1 will always be the best in the series." Tommy turned the game off. 
"So, what do we do now?"
   "Well, we could always work on that book project for English class,"
Eric tried to maintain a straight face.  But they both broke out laughing
before he finished delivering the suggestion.
   Then Tommy got a gleam in his eye, "Hey, why don't we ever hang out at
your house anymore?  Maybe Rachel will be there."
   Eric's smile disappeared.  He had been avoiding Rachel at school.  As a
result, Tommy hadn't seen her in days.  "I told you, she's not going to be
there.  She has swim practice every evening.  I barely see her anymore
myself."
   "Come on.  I gotta get out of this house.  Let's go to the mall.  We can
get the new Planet Voyager game.  I heard it has an uncensored alien sex
scene!  We can take my car."
   Eric needed to go to the mall anyway after Rachel had ruined a bunch of
his clothes in a washing machine mishap.  "Fine, but I need to get some
money first.  Let's stop by my house on the way," and he followed Tommy out
to the garage to his beat-up pizza delivery car...
   Susan had to do some grocery shopping.  With Richard still at work and
Eric out with Tommy indefintely, Rachel had the whole house to herself.
   She wandered around aimlessly for a few minutes unable to decide what to
do with herself.  She didn't want to waste such precious free time staring
at the TV.
   **It's too dark in here.
   The bright sun beckoned her outside.  Suddenly Rachel knew the perfect
way to spend her afternoon.  She would lounge beside the pool.  She could
even take a relaxing swim if she wanted.
   **The doctor did clear me to swim.  And I could still use a tan.
   Being a young teen without responsibilities again, she had temporarily
reverted to her old carefree self.  Forgetting her wardrobe deficiency for
a moment, Rachel bounded upstairs to change into one of her swimsuits.  But
stepping into her sparcely furnished bedroom brought her back to reality.
   Faced with a jarring reminder of her predicament, Rachel sat on the bed
and weighed her options.  She didn't own any swimsuits other than her
Thornwood uniform.  She couldn't sunbathe in that.  She would be
practically naked out there.  But then again, she had been practically
naked all day.  She looked down at Lilly's dress which she was currently
wearing.  It was so light and thin.  As she felt the material between her
fingers a naughty thought distracted her.
   **...How long have I waited to be alone?  I could do something else
naked instead.
   She hesitated for a moment; struck by how single minded she had become.
Left alone not 5 minutes and her mind had already turned to thoughts of
masturbation.  The realization was degrading but not exactly repulsive. 
She was a pubescent human female with needs after all; not a robot.  Why
shouldn't she be allowed to enjoy her developing body's physical assets?
   Though the feelings of degradation gave her pause, a more basic desire
overruled it.  She could not deny her need for sexual release and that need
prodded her into action.  Rachel pulled her dress off in a flash and lay
back on the bed to attend to her naked body.  Arousal radiated from her
pussy.
   **Oh yes...uh huh, this is what I needed.  I could lay here and do this
all day.
   She took it slow like she used to do when she was first learning.  She
treated her body like an oven rather than a microwave; a lost art ever
since the mini-bates began.  Breathing in time with her even strokes; she
made slow circles around her clitoris.  The moisture built up very fast. 
Her fingers effortlessly slid back and forth over their target; driving her
body toward ecstasy with a steady beat.  She increased her speed and
pressure slightly.  Her toes curled in response and a whimper escaped her
lips.
   **Wait, why am I being quiet?  There's no one around.
   "ung...ung...UNNNNG!" Rachel's loud moan echoed through the empty house.
Pleasures long held in check by her will strained against their cage.  Her
body knew the way to the top of the mountain.  She only had to unchain her
desire.
   **Take it slow.  Don't screw this up.
   With one hand occupied between her legs, she released the other to roam
wherever would yield the most pleasure on her body.  Her smooth legs.  The
gentle curve of her hip.  Every inch of her bare skin tingled with wanton
desire.  Teasing up the side of her supple breast and over her head.  She
shivered in anticipation of her approaching climax.
   From past experience Rachel knew where her hand would end up.  Her fully
erect nipples strained atop her breasts begging to be engaged as in times
past.  Ready to play their role in ushering the young girl to her ultimate
pleasure once more.  But an unexpected new yearning beckoned as well.
   Being a virgin, she had no experience with internal pleasure.  She never
experimented beyond a finger and that only a couple times.  Why bother when
you could achieve the same result with external stimulation?  She was
clueless of the concept of multiple orgasms.  When she reached one, she
thought she had satisfied her urge and stopped.  She had no idea that her
little body was capable of so much more.
   It had started small; almost as an itch.  Beyond noticing an exceptional
amount of wetness, Rachel paid little heed to the stirring inside her.  But
the itch persisted.  Soon her slippery sex organs were buzzing.  Her
vaginal muscles pulsed with anticipation; expanding and contracting as
hormones flooded them.  The pinnacle had awoke a new force; carnal and
powerful.  But she was oblivious to the connection.
   She continued to give her tight young canal no attention; choosing
rather to focus on surface pleasures as usual.  She worked her clitoris
into a frenzy while the new force slowly took hold.
   "Ung..ung..ung.  Oh Yes!" Her grunts came shorter.
   The oven strategy was paying off.  She had carefully stoked the fires of
lust.  Her oven was red hot and ready and yet something within her held
back.  A strange feeling of emptiness grew between her legs and would not
go away.
   Thinking she had merely hit a detour up the mountain, Rachel quickened
the pace of her fingers and was rewarded by another flood of arousal.  Her
hand inched closer to an aching nipple.  She was only half way to the top,
but the final climb would be quick once her hand found its target.
   **No distractions.  No intrusions.  No chance of interruption.  It's
time...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 35
   But there was one distraction.  Even as she slid her hand up the ripe
fruit of her breast, she felt nothing stronger than the void between her
legs.  The first squeeze of her succulent nipple gave her another surge up
the mountain.
   But her arousal soon leveled off again.  She was not on a detour.  She
had reached a plateau.
   Rachel attacked both nipples in turn.  Sweat gleamed on her body as she
committed every muscle in her body to the effort.  She tossed her head from
side to side.  Now biting her lip.  Now bucking against her hand.  Now
crying out.  But her body refused to proceed.  The void grew with every
passing second.  She pushed to the limit of exertion, but could not go any
higher.
   "unh unh unh unh unh...UNGH....GRRRAHH!" Rachel cried out in frustration
and collapsed onto the bed.
   The void had won.
   Rachel cried out again.  Wound tighter than a spring, her body's wanton
need for sexual release was still there and stronger than ever.
   **I don't understand.  Everything is perfect.  No distractions.  No
intrusions.  No chance of interruption.  Why won't my body cooperate?
   Everything was perfect.  The first time she had safely been able to
masturbate in days.  But she couldn't count how many other times she had
come closer to her peak than today.  A notion came to her when she tried to
make sense of it.
   **What makes today different than all those other times?  Could it be
the situation that drives my arousal?  Could it be that this is...too safe?
   Even though she hated showing off her body, Rachel did not deny the
thrill she got from the risk of exposure.  Perhaps being alone in the house
in the safety of her bedroom did not provide enough risk.
   Being still alone, Rachel didn't bother to get dressed yet.  She walked
downstairs with her dress over her shoulder.  Her body was still primed
with arousal, but the oven was cooling.  Continuing to ponder her new
theory, she wandered toward the kitchen to find a snack.  As she passed
through the dining room, the bright sun gleamed in through the sliding
glass door.  She stepped closer until the pool came into view.
   Like a moth to a flame, Rachel was drawn to the water.  She stepped
outside before she knew what was happening.  Her tanning session with Eric
had occurred on a bright cloudless day just like today.
   **Perhaps the key is a little risk.  If nothing else, my tan would match
my uniform.
   The cool water beckoned, but she needed to apply some sunscreen first.
   Still naked and aroused, Rachel tiptoed over to the pool house.  It
wasn't a real pool house; more like a closet for cleaning supplies with a
shower tap on the outside.  She dug around until she found what she was
looking for in a drawer.  Tropical Transformation tanning oil.  The same
bottle Eric lent her last time.  Bingo.
   She felt so naughty for sneaking around outside without clothes, but the
familiar tingling sensation all over her body kept her going.
   The added risk seemed to make a difference compared to the safety of her
bedroom.  She had a feeling she wouldn't fail this time.  But she wasn't
about to start taking unnecessary risks.  She scouted for a sensible
location for her naked tanning session and settled on a deck chair near the
back door.
   **I can make a quick escape into the house or jump in the pool if
necessary.
   Leaving nothing to chance, she tucked her dress under a corner of the
chair.  She would put it back on at the first sign of trouble.  Then she
lay back to begin applying the oil.  She had laid all her plans carefully.
Unfortunately, the horny girl did not account for a couple of guys
interrupting...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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