                            Slumber Party
                           by Amy and Larry

It was just after 10 when the phone rang; too late to be a
telemarketer, so I answered it.  It was my next door neighbor.

"Bob, this is Joan Donovan.  I'm sorry to bother you, but I need a
favor.  Amy's having a slumber party over here, and I just got a call
from the hospital.  My sister's been in an accident, and I need to
get over there right away.  I don't want to leave the girls over here
by themselves, or I might not have a house left to come home to.  I
know it's a lot to ask, but could you stay over here with them
tonight?  It'll probably be tomorrow afternoon at least before I can
make it back, but if it's any longer than that I'll get someone else
to take over for you until we can get the girls back home."

Not the way I had planned to spend my Friday night, but Joan was a
good friend, and I owed her.  Besides, I wouldn't mind having her a
little obligated to me for a change.  I'd had low-key designs on her
since she and her husband split a few years ago, so this might give
me a little opening.  Not that I'd really take advantage, not really.
"Sure, Joan.  I wouldn't mind.  Give me ten minutes and I'll be
right over.  You don't have to wait for me.  Go ahead to the
hospital.  Just give me a call when you get there and let me know how
things are going."

"Thanks, Bob.  I really appreciate it.  I owe you.  I'll call you as
soon as I get there and find out what's going on."  Yep, she owed me,
all right.  I wondered where I could dig up a chair and a whip.

As I got dressed, I heard Joan's car pull out of the driveway and hit
the street with a slight squeal of tires.  That didn't mean she was
stressed; she always squealed the tires.  I grabbed a shaving kit,
just in case, picked up the book I had been reading and a spare, and
walked over to Joan's.  I was mildly surprised to find the door
cracked open, but I stuck my head in and yelled, "Amy?  It's Mr.
Johnson.  Anybody home?"  A rhetorical question if ever there was
one, because the racket coming down the hall would have been audible
at the end of a busy airport runway.

"Come on in!  We're all back here!", screamed Amy over the din.  I
walked in and closed the door behind me.  I was a little disoriented.
I felt obligated to see that everything was all right, but I didn't
want to venture into a room full of teen-age girls if it could be
avoided.  I decided that discretion was the better part of valor and
parked myself in the den.  I called back down the hall to say that I
would be in the den if anyone needed anything, and opened my book.  I
hadn't even found my place when I heard bare feet padding down the
hall.

Amy walked into the den, saying "Mr.  Johnson, could you get us some
Cokes?  And maybe some chips?  They're in the kitchen."  Amy was in
my American history class, and in my home room as well, so I probably
saw as much or more of her than her mother did, but this wasn't the
Amy I remembered from class.  This Amy was wearing a thin tee shirt
that reached just below a clearly visible pair of bikini panties.
And nothing else.  Her nipples were if anything more visible than her
panty line, and she knew it.

When I got my breath back, which I hoped wasn't more than a couple of
heartbeats, I assured her that I would find refreshments and bring
them to her.  I had the feeling that I may have stammered a bit; her
grin reinforced the feeling.  She turned and went back down the hall
to her bedroom.  A number of analogies for her swinging hips went
through my mind as she walked away, but they were all trite and
hackneyed, and thus inadequate.  My throat was still dry, and I could
feel an erection beginning to press against my pants.  I tried to
remember how old she was.  Fifteen.  No, she must be almost sixteen.
Her birthday was sometime this month...That must be it.  This must be
a kind of birthday party.  It occurred to me that my half-formed lust
for Joan might have led me into a situation that was a bit more
complex than I had anticipated.  When I got to the kitchen, I found
the goodies with no problem, but realized that I had no idea how many
girls were back there.  I filled a glass with ice, popped the top of
a can of Coke and started to pour.  My hands were very obviously
shaking.  I took a deep breath and shouted down the hall, "How many
drinks, ladies?"

Amy's voice came back right away.  "Five!  No, Six!"

"Coming right up," I shouted back with more confidence than I felt.
I filled six glasses with ice and Coke, and arranged them on a tray
around a bowl that I filled with chips.  I tried to remember the
first time I had met Amy.  She couldn't have been more than eight or
nine at the time.  I tried telling myself that she was still a kid.
It didn't work.  I picked up the tray, and then set it down again
while I adjusted my pants, trying to make myself a little less
obvious.  I couldn't get the image of Amy and her tee shirt out of
mind.  And now I was going to pick up this tray and walk down to that
room and she would be there and I would hand her the tray and I would
be looking right at her, and there would be no avoiding it.  I was
still shaking as I picked up the tray and started down the hall.

The door to her room was standing half-open.  I called "Room
service!", pushed the door open with my elbow and stepped inside.
Standing in the corner of the room, directly in front of my eyes, was
a girl wearing nothing but a pair of panties.  For what seemed an
eternity, but couldn't have been more than a full second, there
wasn't a sound or a movement in the room.  Then the naked girl
screamed and grabbed a shirt from the bed, covered herself, and dived
beneath the side of the bed.  The room full of girls began cackling
and roaring and laughing and shrieking.  My face was burning, and my
eyes focused on the spot where the girl had been standing.  I
couldn't see anything else in the room.  I mumbled "Whoops.  Sorry,"
set the tray down on a desk beside the door, turned, and retreated
from the room with waves of mad laughter following me down the hall.

When I got back to the den, I tried to calmly assess what had
happened.  The girl hadn't been Amy, of that much I was sure, but
whoever she was she certainly had a nice body.  Beautiful breasts,
for sure.  In the confusion, I hadn't even seen Amy.  I hadn't seen
anyone well enough to tell anything about them except that they were
all more-or-less dressed.  It was strange, but my semi-erection had
disappeared.  I was still contemplating the mystery when the phone
rang.  I picked it up, but my voice cracked as I said "Hello."

Joan laughed, and said, "Cracking up already, Bob?  I thought you
could handle a few girls."

"Sorry.  No problems so far, Joan.  How's your sister?"

"She's a little busted up, but nothing serious.  Broken arm, cracked
ankle, lots of little cuts and bruises.  They're going to keep her
here tonight for observation, but I think they'll let us take her
home tomorrow.  If it's all right with you, what I'd like to do is
spend the night here, then get her home in the morning to pick up a
few things, then bring her back home to my house to stay until she's
able to get around for herself."

"Sure, Joan.  That's no problem at all.  If there's anything else I
can do to help, just let me know."

"You're a doll, Bob.  Believe me, I will.  Amy, get off the line."

There was a click as the extension hung up, then Joan went on, "Don't
let those girls get to you, Bob.  If you give them an inch, they'll
take advantage of you like you won't believe."

"Don't worry, Joan.  I can handle them."

"Yeah, sure.  OK, I'll see you tomorrow.  If something comes up that
you need me for, you can reach me through the nurses' station."  She
gave me the number, wished me luck, and hung up.

I was sitting there, thinking about what had happened so far, and
what Joan had said, when Amy led a parade of girls into the den.  I
felt a pang of mild disappointment to see that all of them were now
clothed; then I mentally slapped myself for being disappointed.  Amy
was carrying a glass of Coke in her hand, and she thrust it at me as
she said, "Here, this was supposed to be for you, but you ran out
before we could do the introductions.  Anyway, I want you to meet my
friends."  The friends all grinned and waved.  "If you would ever
come to our soccer games, you'd know everybody, cause we're all on
the team."

"Anyway, Mr. Johnson, this is Jennifer.  She's a junior, but she's
seventeen, anyway.  I know you already met her, but I don't think you
saw her face."  She grinned broadly.

Jennifer stepped forward and offered her hand.  "Nice to meet you,
Mr. Johnson," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I shook her hand and said, "Jennifer."  I tried to keep my eyes
locked on hers, but I couldn't keep from glancing down.  She was now
wearing jeans and a loose sweatshirt.  I heard a soft chorus of
giggles from the others.

Amy stepped to the next girl in line and introduced her as Staci,
fifteen and a sophomore.  We shook hands and exchanged greetings.  At
the next girl, Amy said, "This is Beth.  As of today we're officially
the same age: sixteen."  As I shook hands with Beth, I had the
feeling that there was something surreal about this whole thing.
When we reached the last girl, Amy patted her on the shoulder, "And
this is Shelly.  She's the baby of the bunch."

Shelly punched Amy on the shoulder and laughed, "I'm no baby!"  As I
took Shelly's hand, I realized what had made these introductions seem
so strange.  Amy had made a point of everyone's age and grade.  I
wondered why.  I suppose the puzzled look on my face contributed to
the grins on the girls as they all turned and bounced back down the
hall in a cacophony of Seeya-laters.

I gave up on my book; I was totally unable to concentrate.  So I
turned the TV on, and turned down the sound so that it was barely
audible.  I sat mindlessly channel-surfing for several minutes.  It
suddenly occurred to me that I was able to hear the TV.  The house
was quiet.  I wondered if the girls had gone to sleep.  I strained to
hear any sounds from Amy's room.  After a few seconds, I could hear
the sound of whispers from down the hall, although I couldn't make
out any words.  Then I clearly heard a soft "Shit!", giggles, and a
feigned hoarse "Take it off!".  If I were a bettin' man, I'd have to
say that there was a strip poker game in progress.  I listened for a
few more minutes, but heard nothing else that was intelligible.  I
stood up and walked quietly to the hall.  The hall was dark, the only
light coming from the open door to Amy's room.  I could hear the
blood pounding in my ears.  I walked very slowly down the hall toward
the light, staying in the shadows.  As I drew closer, I could see
that four of the girls were sitting in a circle on the floor.  I
didn't see Shelly, but all of the others except Beth appeared to be
braless.  I could see Jen clearly, and her breasts looked just as
good now as they did before.  Amy had her back to me, with Staci on
her left between her and Jen so that I could see her in profile.  As
I watched, Beth dealt cards to Amy and Staci, but skipped Jen.  I
choked as I realized what that meant.  Jen had already lost
everything.  She was sitting there with nothing left to bet.  I stood
there praying silently for her to stand up.

Just then, Shelly said, "Hi, Mr. Johnson!"  She was fully clothed,
apparently a non-player, and standing just behind Staci.  I nearly
panicked, then stepped forward into the light and said, "Anybody need
anything?"

The girls looked around at each other, then Jen shook her head and
said, "Not right now, thanks."  No one appeared to have the slightest
concern for the situation.

Without turning around, Amy dismissed me with a friendly "We'll let
you know if we need anything, Mr. Johnson."  I turned and retreated
once more to the safety of the den.

I have no idea how long I had been sitting there.  My mind was
reeling, and thoughts of naked girls were irrepressible.  It had to
have been at least fifteen or twenty minutes, I suppose.  Then Amy
came walking in, fully clothed.  "Mr.  Johnson, we're getting ready
to start another game, and we want you to play, too."

I looked up, speechless.  "Oh, come on!  Shelly said she'll play if
you do.  It won't hurt anything.  Nobody'll know about it.  Mom won't
be home until afternoon.  We really need you for the game."

"I don't know, Amy.  If anybody ever found out, there would be big,
big trouble."

"Nobody will find out, Mr. Johnson.  Come on, let's go.  You know it
will be fun."

I knew it was insane.  Incredibly dangerous.  Insane.  But then I
thought of all those nice bodies, and thought about being there and
part of the game.  The hell with it.

"Okay, Amy.  I'll play."

She squealed, jumped up and gave me a huge hug, then grabbed my hand
and led me down the hall.  We walked in to the room, and she bowed
deeply, sweeping her hand in front of me, and sang, "Tada!"  The
girls all clapped and screamed.  We all sat cross-legged in a circle
on the floor, and Jen explained the rules.  Five-card draw, ante a
piece of clothing, then bet before and after the draw.  If you don't
win, you take off what you bet, and it goes to the winner.  If you
later win a hand from someone who holds your clothes, you can trade
for your own back.  Except that when you lose your last piece of
clothes, you're out.  It sounded more complicated than it was, and to
tell the truth the rules tended to get made up as the game went on,
anyway.

Because of the rules, the game progressed quickly.  After all, seven
or eight hands without a winner would leave you pretty breezy.  Staci
was the first one out.  I reluctantly admit that as the game went on,
my concentration drained away rapidly.  Staci was on my left, and
even though that meant I couldn't get a clear look without staring,
it also meant that her bare leg was against mine.  Jennifer was next
to go, and she was sitting directly opposite me (that seemed to be
becoming her standard position) with her feet touching and pulled in
close and her knees spread wide, seemingly oblivious to the view she
was giving me.  Beth, on my right was next to succumb, then finally
Amy, sitting between Beth and Jen.  Despite all the others, Amy took
my breath away.  I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I suppose it
was pretty obvious from the smirks around the circle.

It was finally down to me and Shelly.  I had nothing but my briefs
left, while Shelly had both bra and panties, and she had never lost
her bra.  I had lost and regained my tee shirt a couple of times, but
on the last hand I had garbage and lost the tee back as ante.  I had
Shelly's blouse among my winnings, so I thought I might have a chance
if I could only win a hand.  Alas, it was not to be.  Amy dealt me a
pair of Jacks, and my heart leaped.  I had nothing to bet, so I had
to check.  Shelly could have bet, but there was no point, so she
checked as well.  I drew three cards, and Shelly drew one.  I
squeezed my cards open, and there smiling back at me was a third
Jack.  I spread my hand on the table and casually said, "Read em and
weep."  Shelly turned over five little hearts.  Ah, well.  C'est la
guerre.

I stood, announced "Ladies, I believe we have a winner," and slid my
briefs down and kicked them off.  All the girls applauded Shelly, and
hugged and congratulated her.  She stared at my cock, standing
proudly erect in honor of the room full of naked, absolutely first
class girl-flesh.  I was thoroughly enjoying the view, and it was
pretty obvious.  When the commotion of the victory celebration began
to die down, all of the girls stood watching me.  I said, apropos of
nothing in particular, "Well, what now?"

Staci popped up with "Shelly wants to touch your cock!"

Shelly punched her, turned beet red, and denied it, "I do not!"

The others all started chanting "Do, too!  Do, too!"  Then Jen
suggested, "I'll bet he'll let you touch it if you take the rest of
your clothes off."

Amy joined in, "Will you, Mr. Johnson?  If Shelly takes the rest of
her clothes off, will you let her touch your cock?"

I grinned, it was fun teasing Shelly, and I got caught up in it.
"Sure, why not?"

Shelly came back somewhat defensively, "I'll take my clothes off,
just to be like everybody else, but not just so I can touch his cock.
I don't even care about his cock!"  The girls started cheering
again, and Jen stepped forward to be Master of Ceremonies.

As Shelly began to unhook her bra, the other girls started a vocal
drum roll, then as she slid it off and dropped it to the floor, Jen
announced, "Behold, Sir!  These are genuine, 100 percent pure, prime
fourteen year old boobs!"

Shelly countered with, "Fourteen years and two months!"  then did a
brave shake from side to side.  There was indeed a detectable bounce
there.  I bowed in acknowledgement, and the girls cheered again.

Jen coughed lightly, "Ahem.  Uh, Shelly, you still have something
left to do."  Shelly blushed again, then slid her panties down and
off, picked them up and handed them to me.

"These are for you, Mr. Johnson," Shelly said softly and shyly.

"Great idea!"  Jen added, and began to gather up the other girls'
panties.  She picked up my pants, stuffed the panties in the pocket,
then handed them to me so that I could add Shelly's to the
collection.  Again a cheer went up from the crowd.

While this was going on, Shelly reached out, placed her finger on the
head of my cock and pressed it down a couple of inches, then removed
her finger and giggled wildly as it bounced up and down.  The crowd
went wild.

Jen and Beth announced that they were going to the kitchen for
drinks, and the rest of us fell unto an easy conversation.  Amy
congratulated Shelly again for her bravery in touching my cock, and
Shelly said that she had always wanted to see what it was like, and
wasn't about to let a chance go by.  By this time, my pre-cum was
flowing pretty freely, and drew comments from the assembled
multitudes.  We talked about cocks in general, and mine in
particular, and I began to get rather comfortable with the situation.
I now looked over the collection of tits and pussies with
unconcealed interest, and the girls seemed comfortable with this as
well.  At this point Staci wondered aloud what had happened to Jen
and Beth, and we all started out down the hall looking for them.

They weren't in the kitchen, but when we came back to Amy's room we
heard sounds coming from further down the hall.  Amy put her finger
in front of her lips and we walked silently down to the room that had
been her brother's when he lived at home.  The door was open, but the
only light was from a small lamp on a bedside table.  Jen was lying
on her back on the bed, and Beth was lying between her legs with her
face buried in Jen's crotch.  Jen was moaning with pleasure.  "Cool!"
Amy exclaimed.

Shelly stood looking in amazement at what was going on, then Staci
took her by the hand and led her to the bed.  "Come on, Shelly," she
said, "do me.  Do just like Beth's doing.  Then I'll do you."  Staci
lay beside Jen on the bed.  Shelly at first looked a little
reluctant, then moved between Staci's legs and began to lap
tentatively at her crotch.  Staci's fingers looped softly in Shelly's
hair, and Shelly began to get into the spirit of things, gaining
enthusiasm with every passing second.

Amy looked admiringly for a moment, then took me by the hand.  "Come
on, Mister.  I ain't gettin' left out!"  She lay back on the floor
and spread her legs.  I looked longingly at her lovely bush, and
thought about what I was doing.  I was probably already in deep
trouble, and if I laid a hand on one of these girls I was looking at
more than disgrace and loss of my job, I was looking at a prison
sentence.  On the other hand, I might be lucky and get hit by a truck
crossing the street.  I dropped to the floor and moved between Amy's
legs.

I slid my hands up along her waist and around to her back, letting my
thumbs just trace the curve of her breasts.  Her skin was incredibly
soft and smooth, and her flesh was firm.  I remembered that she was
an athlete.  I kissed her belly, then let my hand slide down to trace
the curve of her hip as my lips moved upward.  When I had first
touched her, she had pushed my head down toward her crotch, but now
she caressed my shoulders, then let her fingers move up and through
my hair, letting me set the pace.  I let my cheek rest against her
right breast, while I gently moved my fingers over the other one,
flitting them lightly across the nipple.  It was hard and erect.  I
turned my head slightly and took it between my lips, flicking it
gently with my tongue.  She moaned very softly.  I cupped both her
breasts with my open hands, and began to kiss my way down between
them.  I slid my hands down along her hips until my fingers traced
the crease below her buttocks.  My lips flicked lightly across her
belly, then down to her inner thigh.  I felt her soft pubic hair
brush against my cheek as I moved lower.  She spread her legs for me,
and I kissed my way down behind her left knee, then moved over to her
right leg and began slowly moving back up.  As I got closer, I could
feel her wetness against my face, and feel her muscles beginning to
tighten up.  She was beginning to make animal sounds deep in her
throat, and her fingers tightened in my hair.  I had wanted to
prolong this more, but I was not going to be able to resist much
longer.  I turned my face directly into her, and let my tongue lap up
through her slit until it flicked across her clit.  She screamed.  I
moved my hands to cup her buttocks and press her into my face.  I
thrust my tongue into her and lapped upward.  She arched her back,
began to move powerfully back and forth, and a prolonged "Ah!"  sound
came from her, almost like singing.  I settled into a rhythmic
lapping up and across her clit, then taking it between my lips,
sucking it in, and pressing it out with my tongue.  Now her hands
pressed my face hard into her, and she began to thrust violently back
into me.  I wondered if my teeth were going to break, then decided I
didn't care.  She began a short, harsh panting sound that grew in
intensity until it was near-deafening, then she suddenly gave a
single high-pitched scream and went limp.  I lay between her legs
with my head resting on her thigh, licking her slowly and softly.

After a few seconds, perhaps a minute, she sat up, pulled me up and
pointed my head toward the bed.  We had attracted an audience.  No
one said a word.  They all sat there grinning.  Then Amy rolled over,
rolled me onto my back and said, "Time for some oral sex for you now,
Sir."  As she wrapped her lips around my dick, the other girls
watched for a few seconds, then went back to their own activities.

I wasn't at all sure how much of this I could take.  I had been to
the brink several times during the evening, and the touch of Amy's
lips was ecstasy beyond belief.  I braced myself as much as I could,
and tried to hold out.  Amy must have understood, because she slowed
the pace and began caressing me as she released my cock and began
kissing around it.  I was in a state of prolonged excitement that now
seemed as though it could go on forever.  Amy raised her head and
asked softly, "Is there anything you'd like to do, Sir?"  At first I
didn't catch her meaning, then when I did my voice caught in my
throat.

Finally I managed to get out a strangled, "Yes."

Amy then asked sweetly, "What is it you want to do, Sir?"

I stammered out, "I want to make love to you, Amy."

"We're making love, aren't we?  Is there something special you want
to do?"

Now I knew what she wanted from me.  I took a deep, painful, breath,
and said, "I want to fuck you, Amy."

"You want to fuck my young pussy, Sir?"

"Yes, Amy!  Yes!  I want to fuck your young pussy!"

"I think we can do that," she said and moved astride me.  Just as she
started to lower herself onto my cock, the cry came from the bed.

"No FAIR!"  shouted Jen.  The lips of Amy's pussy had already covered
the head of my cock, but now she pulled back and sat beside me on the
floor.

"Okay, Jen," said Amy, "What's fair?  He's certainly not going to be
able to take care of all of us.  Not tonight, anyway."

I was being discussed like a side of beef, but somehow it didn't seem
to matter.  I listened with great interest.  Jen thought for a
minute, then said, "I've got an idea.  It's not perfect, but it's a
start."  With that, she got up, turned toward the bed, and leaned
over it.  "Okay, Beth, you get here next to me."

Amy caught on quickly.  "Great idea!"  she said, and took her
position next to Beth.  Staci followed up and moved next to Amy.
Shelly started toward the bed, then decided there wasn't enough room,
said, "It's okay, I don't really want to, anyway; I'll just watch,"
and moved to one side.

I felt a mild pang at Shelly's decision, but realistically I wasn't
going to be able to make it through the other four anyway.  I told
her that it was all right if she didn't want to, that I respected her
decision, that she was pretty as she could be, and really turned me
on, and that just having her nearby was enough for me.  Shelly turned
a chair at the desk toward the bed and took a seat.  "OK, I'll keep
time," she said.  "How are we going to do it?"

Staci spoke up and said, "How about five minutes with each of us the
first time?"

Jen laughed and said, "How about two minutes, Staci?  I don't think
five minutes would work really well."

I coughed and confessed, "I'm not sure that I can make two minutes
each, to be honest.  I'm already so fired up that I'll be lucky if I
can do a minute."

Again it was Jen who spoke up, "Okay, I can understand that.  How
about this?  Go around one time just kind of trying us on for size
for a few seconds to get used to everybody, then back again for one
minute each, then we'll go to two minutes until you can't do any
more."

And I thought the earlier conversations had been surreal.  What else
could I do?  I thought for a second, then conceded, "I think I can do
that.  Is that okay with everybody?"  Four heads nodded, and some
giggles sneaked out.  "Okay, ready to go?"  Four more nods.  I moved
behind Jen.

Shelly watched intently as I pushed into Jen.  Jen was the oldest of
the bunch, but as tight as she could be.  She sighed as I slid all
the way in, and I felt her cunt ripple slightly.  That was almost
enough to do me in right there.  I gasped, and Jen giggled.  My hands
were on her back, and I could feel her laughing.  She felt so good I
didn't want to pull out, but I knew I had to.  I stepped back, and
moved behind Beth.  I pressed the head of my cock against her, and it
slid in smoothly.  She was not only tight, she began to milk me with
her cunt.  I knew I had to pull out quickly, or I was lost, but when
I started to pull out, she clamped down on me.  The shock itself kept
me from losing it, but I knew I was going to be in trouble with her.
I pulled out, and when I did, she said softly, "Something the matter,
Mr. Johnson?"  I could feel her laughing, as well.

"Not a thing, Beth.  Very nice," I answered, and moved on to the one
I had really been waiting for: Amy.  I couldn't define what it was
about her that attracted me so much, but there was definitely
something.  I was almost afraid to touch her at all for fear that I
would lose it on the spot before I even got into her.  Nevertheless I
moved into position, and when I did, she turned her head toward me
and smiled.  As soon as the head of my cock penetrated her, she did
something that pulled me tightly into her and began to move her hips
slowly.  I wanted nothing more than to stay right where I was, and
probably would have, but Shelly spoke up and said that she thought my
few seconds were up.  My hands had been resting on Amy's waist, and
as I pulled out of her, she reached up and grasped my hand.  One more
to go, and then we get down to serious business.

When I slid into Staci, she sighed breathily and squeezed me tightly.
I paused a few seconds to get the feel of her, then pulled out and
moved back behind Jen.  I turned to Shelly and asked her to tell me
when she was ready to start timing.  She said, "One minute, this
time, right?"  and I nodded affirmatively.  She held up her hand,
then began counting down.  "Ten...five...three, two, one, go!"

I slid into Jen, placed my hands on her hips and began stroking
gently.  She started doing her ripple trick, and I began to really
get into it.  As I drove harder, the bed began to move, and Jen moved
in sync with me.  Time seemed to stand still.  The tingle started to
spread over my body.  I was getting very close, and I didn't care.
From a very great distance I heard Shelly's voice saying "Ten..."  An
eternity later I heard her say "Five..."  There were a couple of
guttural moans that I realized wonderingly were coming from my
throat, then I heard Shelly say "Stop!"  I didn't know what she was
talking about.  She said, "Out!"  I wondered what on earth she was
trying to say.  Then I felt a sharp slap on my rump.  That brought me
back to the real world, and I reluctantly pulled out.

Jen scowled to Shelly, "Killjoy..."  Shelly reminded her that rules
were rules, and if she didn't like it to take it up with the rules
committee.

I was panting heavily, and said to the world in general that I needed
a couple of minutes to rest.  Beth, who had been lying in position,
rolled over, sat up and stretched.  I hadn't been paying as much
attention to Beth as she deserved.  She had an exquisite little body,
perfectly proportioned, and her nipples were just right.  All of
these girls had the smooth skin of their age, and the taut bodies of
the active, but they were by no means indistinguishable.  They were
all unique, and all uniquely attractive.  I was standing, just
looking admiringly at Beth when Shelly said that if I meant that
couple of minutes literally my two minutes were up.  Beth smiled at
me once more, rolled over and said, "Ready when you are, Mr.
Johnson."  The others watched with interest as I stepped up to Beth
and cautiously entered her.  This time I was ready for her when she
began milking, and I began to move in rhythm with her.  I had been
expecting trouble, and it came quickly.  I hadn't been in her more
than ten seconds when I began to feel the tingling.  I had over
three-quarters of a minute still to go, and it was going to be very
tough.  I began sliding my hands along her back in a light caress,
trying to concentrate on her to slow down my own reactions.  I was
pumping hard now, and completely involuntarily.  I knew I wasn't
going to be able to get control, so I would have to manage some other
way.  I started thinking about Joan walking in on us.  That helped,
but not much.  I thought about Joan walking in on us leading a
policeman.  That helped.  The tingling was getting stronger.  My arms
and legs felt as though they had been asleep.  My breath was coming
in short gasps.  I was praying to hear Shelly's voice.  Then it came.
The countdown started, and I concentrated on it as though my life
depended on it.  When she said stop, I pulled out immediately and sat
down on the bed, gasping.

Amy looked at me with a worried expression and asked if I was all
right.  Beth was gasping a little herself, but she giggled (didn't
these girls ever stop giggling) and said that I would be fine in a
few minutes -though it could be more than a couple this time.  I saw
Jen glare at her.  Beth looked up innocently and said, "That was one
minute, right?"  Shelly affirmed it, and then Beth added not so
innocently, "Two minutes next time ought to do it."  I figured she
was probably right, and there was probably not a thing I could do
about it.

Beth had been right about it.  When Shelly said that two minutes had
passed, I still needed a couple of minutes more.  Beth was grinning
like the cat who caught the canary.  Amy still looked concerned, but
when I stood up, she rolled over and assumed the position.  When I
put my hands on her waist in preparation, she reached back and
covered my right hand with hers, and gave me a little squeeze.  Jen
remarked to Shelly that she had better get a whip ready if she
planned on getting me out of Amy on time.  I took a deep breath and
slid into her.

This time she moved with me, and very gently.  I was in heaven.  As
my hips rocked against hers, I closed my eyes and began to float.  I
saw softly colored shapes moving in front of my eyes like a
kaleidoscope.  I could hear soundless music.  The tingling rose
again, but this time it didn't seem threatening at all.  It kept
rising until it seemed that my whole body was nothing but a giant
tingle.  Suddenly I felt a sharp slap on my rump.  I jumped back in
reflex.  The room was spinning.  It took a few seconds for me to
realize where I was.  I looked around and Amy was smiling up at me.
The others were all grinning evilly.  Jen said, "Told ya."  Her words
seemed to come from a deep well.  My eyes still were out of focus,
and my knees were weak.  Shelly walked up, took my arm and sat me
down on the bed next to Amy without saying a word.  Amy pulled me
down, put my head on her breast and began to stroke my brow.

Staci looked disgusted and asked of no one in particular, "How long
this time, an hour??"  I heard the question, and for some reason was
able to grasp it.  I sat up, shook my head, and motioned for Staci to
get ready.  She grinned, rolled over and motioned me over.  I
gestured to Shelly, and as soon as she gave me the go, I drove deeply
into the last girl in the row.  Staci was the youngest here, except
for Shelly, who was a bystander, but I had to admit she was good.
She matched my mood perfectly, and seemed to know exactly what I
wanted, and didn't want.  I could get lost in her very easily, and
when the minute was up I felt a mild regret.  I pulled out, then bent
over her and whispered a heartfelt thank you in her ear.  She smiled
and said, "Any time, Mr. Johnson."

I had made it through the first round.  Now the question was whether
I could make it through even one two-minute round.  To tell the
truth, I didn't really care as long as I could make it back to Amy.
If I could get to Amy I would be quite happy to lose it with her.
The problem was going to be getting there.  My stamina appeared to be
increasing, which was a good sign.  I didn't feel the need for more
than a minute to catch my breath after Staci, so I asked Jen if she
was ready for two minutes.  She responded with a brazen, "You
betcha!"  and rolled over ready for me.

This time was my third time around, and I was becoming accustomed to
Jen.  I was really enjoying it this time.  I felt that I was in
control of myself, and Jen was very talented, so I could just let it
happen.  I reached beneath her and let my fingers gently fondle her
clit.  She purred contentedly.  This time when I heard Shelly call
out "One minute," I felt very good.  I looked forward to that second
minute.  We were moving together as though we were dancing, and it
really seemed a shame to stop.  When Shelly finally called time I
gave a final thrust, and then withdrew slowly.  I stood up and said,
"Thanks, Jen.  That was very, very good."  She smiled back at me, but
said nothing.

I guess I was overconfident.  I moved over to Beth and said, "Ready
when you are, Beth."  She just rolled over, and moved her hand
forward in a "Head em up and move em out" gesture.  I stepped behind
her, put my hands on her hips and slid into her.  This time I thought
I was ready for anything, but I was wrong.  I had no more than
entered her when she started, and the tingling was there, and much
stronger than before.  I almost panicked and pulled out at once, but
I didn't.  I was moving my hips together with hers, but that seemed
almost inconsequential.  She had me good, and she knew it.  All I
could do was admit it.  "Beth, I'm going to cum, I can't help it."

Jen jumped up and shouted, "Hold on, Mr. Johnson!  You can do it!
Help him out, girls!"  I was trying desperately to hold out, but I
knew I wasn't going to make it.  I felt a shudder start at my
shoulders and work its way down my body.  "Ease up on him, Beth!",
Jen pleaded, but to no avail.  Staci and Shelly began cheering me on,
but Amy just sat smiling sadly.  I wasn't going to last, and I knew
it.

Shelly called out, "Almost one minute, Mr. Johnson!"  Almost one
minute!  I wasn't even halfway through...My hips convulsed, and I
could feel it coming.

I tried to say something, but I couldn't.  Spasms hit my body in
waves, and I felt cum pump into Beth.  "One minute!", shouted Shelly.
For hours I had been building up for this, and now there was no
stopping it.  My hips thrust forward again and again, and a second
stream of cum followed the first.  There was a final small spurt, and
then my body relaxed so quickly my knees buckled and I dropped to the
floor.  The girls rushed to help me up.

Beth sat up on the side of the bed, a slow trickle of my cum dripping
from her, and said smiling, "Sorry, Mr. Johnson.  My fault."

Jen looked over to Beth and said quietly, "Beth, sometimes you can be
a real bitch, do you know that?"  Beth ignored her.  Jen sat silently
for a second, then said, "Sorry, Beth.  That was out of line."  Beth
ignored her.

Amy was sitting on her heels next to me.  "Are you okay, Mr.
Johnson?"  she asked solicitously.  I nodded, as yet unable to speak.
"Are you going to be able to do me, or do you want to take a break
for awhile?"  I couldn't even answer.  I knew deep inside that the
answer was no to both parts, but I couldn't make myself admit it.
She turned to Shelly, "Shelly, take him back to my room and have him
lie down on the bed.  Cover his eyes.  Mr. Johnson, I want you to
relax for a while.  We'll figure out how to make this up to you and
be down as soon as we do.  I do want you to keep your eyes covered
until we tell you it's okay, though."  Again I nodded, and went with
Shelly.

When we got to Amy's room, I lay down on the bed, and Shelly looked
around for something to cover my eyes.  She got a devilish look on
her face, then picked up my pants, selected a couple of pairs of
panties, one of them hers, and covered my face with them.  "Might as
well enjoy yourself while you're waiting, Mr. Johnson."  I thanked
her, and she left the room.

I may actually have dozed off for a while, I'm not sure.  I know that
I was very relaxed, and it seemed very peaceful lying there on the
bed, my face covered with softly girl-scented panties.  At some point
I felt the presence of others in the room.  I heard Jen say, "You can
uncover your eyes now, Mr. Johnson."  Almost reluctantly, I moved the
panties away from my eyes.  Jen was standing beside the bed holding a
plastic baggie.  "We've got a souvenir here for you, Mr. Johnson.
There are five little packages in here; each one has two clippings of
hair from one of us.  One from our head, and the other from our
pussy.  This is yours to keep and cherish forever, as long as you
cooperate with us now.  Sound good?"  I nodded.  "Okay, then.  Take a
good look at us."  I pulled up on my elbow to admire the five
glorious young bodies.  "You're about to fuck one of us again, and
this time you can go as long as you like.  Sound okay?"  I nodded,
hoping that I knew who it would be.  "Okay, close your eyes again,
and don't open them until we tell you."  I did as she said.

I felt young thighs settle down beside my cheeks, and my nose brushed
soft hair.  "You can open your eyes, now, Mr. Johnson," I heard Jen
say.  I opened my eyes, and Amy was sitting on my face.  I reached
up, put my hands over those magnificent breasts, and began to lick
her slowly and gently.  As she started to rock back and forth, I felt
a soft hand circle my cock, and begin to massage my balls, then I
felt other hands on my thighs, caressing them, moving down to my feet
and back up.  There were at least three girls working on me whom I
couldn't see.  I really wanted to fuck Amy again, but at the same
time it was very, very nice to have her sitting on my face.  I tried
to sort out who was doing what, to figure out who would be the one,
but it was very confusing.  If it couldn't be Amy, I thought that
Staci would be my second choice; she was the youngest, other than
Shelly, and she certainly did well by me before.  I didn't think I
could stand an unlimited session with Beth, although it would
certainly be fun to try.  Jen certainly would be good, too.  I
decided that since I hadn't much choice, anyway, I would just take
whatever came my way.

Just then I felt gentle hands pull my cock straight up, and then legs
touching my waist and soft warmth pressing against the head of my
cock.  As the head penetrated, I felt instantly that this one was
very tight.  Of course all of the girls had been tight, and coming
down on me this way they would be even tighter than when I entered
them from behind on the bed, but even so...this was tight!  You could
feel the pussy slide down a couple of inches and stop.  There was a
soft yelp, and Amy turned around to see what was going on, then
turned back to me and asked, "Feel good?"

I half-nodded and let out a pussy muffled "uh-huh!".  Suddenly the
pressure built up sharply and then relaxed slightly.  There was a
little gasp, moist warmth covered my cock completely, and I felt us
come together.  I began to rock my hips, and the girl riding me
stayed right with me.  Lord, she was tight.  I began to have fearsome
thoughts, but as Amy's juices flowed over my face and the wonderful
tingling began to build, I put them aside.  Amy tasted so good, I
never wanted this to end.  Despite the earlier draining that Beth had
done on me, I could feel the pressure building again.  I was
exploring Amy's wonderful body with my eyes and my hands, drinking
her juices as deeply as I could, and all the time trying to move my
hips together with the girl riding me.  She had begun to increase the
pace markedly, and was now taking over.  She was flying, her tight
pussy holding my cock in a vise-grip as she ripped back and forth,
driving harder and harder.  Then I knew the time had come.  I raised
my chin so that my lips cleared Amy's delicious pussy and said, "I'm
about to cum."

I could hear the girls start to cheer.  Amy looked down at me sweetly
and said, "That's what we're here for, Mr. Johnson.  Go for it!"  I
did as directed.  The pussy squeezing my cock was so tight, I knew
that there would be a jet stream of cum, and there was.  And then
another.  And another.  I don't know where it was all coming from.  I
would have sworn that Beth had wiped me out for a week, but this was
special.

Amy looked down at me and said, "Okay, Mr. Johnson, you kept up your
part of the bargain, so here's your surprise.  Jen is at your left
leg, Staci is at your right, and Beth is taking care of your balls.
Does that give you any hints?"  With that, she lifted her leg and
moved away from my face so that I could see Shelly riding my cock as
though there were no tomorrow.

"Hi, Mr. Johnson!"  she said.  "Are you surprised?"

Well, I wasn't completely surprised, but I was scared to death.  But
scared as I was, she was so tight and so good that I couldn't stop.
Her tightly clamped pussy was keeping me erect, and I kept pumping
for all I was worth.

Shelly was rocking madly on top of me.  "I've already had two
orgasms, Mr. Johnson, you have to catch up," she said between pants,
and grinned evilly.

"I'm working at it, Shelly, I'm working at it.  But I'm in no hurry!"
I replied.

The other girls were all watching now, and started cheering us on now
that the secret was out.  "Fuck her, Mr. Johnson!  Fuck her good!"
"Hammer that tight young virgin pussy, Mr. Johnson!"

"She loves it, just watch her!"   "Ride him, Shelly!   You can do
it!!"   "Give it to her, Mr. Johnson!   Let her have it all!"   I
hardly needed encouragement, but I admit it drove me on.   As I felt
the pressure building again, Shelly shuddered violently, and said
"Four!"   That was enough to send me over the edge, and I fired
another spurt into her.   That must have set her off, because a
second later, she called out "Five!"   It was pretty clear that I
wasn't going to catch her, but as long as she could keep it up, I'd
keep trying to help her.   Despite my best intentions, I began to
slow down.   I felt Shelly's pussy contract sharply a couple of
times, and that brought my erection back full, but there was no way I
was going to last much longer.

Finally, I heard Jen say, "I think he's about had it for now, Shelly."

"Is that right, Mr. Johnson?  I can keep going if you want to, but if
you're tired or something we can quit pretty soon.  Just one more
orgasm for me, okay?  I'm almost there."  She was moving like a
pile-driver throughout all this, and her voice was distorted by it.

How could I refuse?  This next one took a lot longer than the others,
though, and I could tell it was kind of a mini, anyway.  When it
finally arrived, Shelly smiled down at me, rolled off of me, and
curled up next to me.  "Whew," she said, "Thanks."

I put my arm around her and kissed her forehead.  "Thank you, Shelly.
That was wonderful, and it meant an awful lot to me."  I hugged her
tightly.

Amy bent over and placed the baggie with the girls' hair in my hand.
"You've earned these.  Keep them to remember us by.  This will be our
secret, and maybe, just maybe, it can happen again."

Beth then spoke up, "Sure, Mr. Johnson.  If we could practice a
little, I'll bet you could go for hours."  Despite all that had
happened, those words caused a definite physical reaction, and under
the circumstances there was no hiding it.  There was a few seconds of
silence as everyone watched my slowly growing erection, then Beth
continued, "See?  You're ready to go again already!"

"Oh, don't tease him, Beth," Jen said with a slight edge of
irritation to her voice.  "Mr.  Johnson, we all need to get some
sleep.  Amy, you'd better set the alarm for eight o'clock or so,
because we've got a lot to clean up before your Mom gets home.  "

With that, we became a jumble of bodies on Amy's bed.  I don't know
how we all squeezed in there, but after all, we were pretty good
friends by then.  Although Shelly was still tucked in next to me on
one side, Beth slid in next to me on the other, saying, "Don't worry,
Mr. Johnson, I'll be nice."  And she really was.  She was as gentle
and thoughtful as Staci had been when I was...When we were...When the
festivities were going on.  Although as the night went on toward
morning the girls swapped positions several times, Beth stayed next
to me in an almost protective posture.  When Amy was next to me, she
snuggled close to me and whispered nice things in my ear, nice things
that included the phrase, "next time" several times.  Finally, around
five o'clock, Jen decided to break things up.  She shooed me off to
Amy's brother's room, then told Shelly to go with me to keep me
company, then added that she meant just company, no funny business.
Amy told me not to worry, that they would come get Shelly before her
Mom got home, but they would let me sleep.

Shelly and I trotted down the hall and crawled into bed.  She cuddled
up next to me, and I thought she was going to talk the rest of the
night about all the things that had happened, but she suddenly
stopped in mid-sentence and was sound asleep, with her fingers curled
lightly around my cock.

I woke up once, I'm not sure what time it was, but it must have been
near noon, and Shelly was gone.  I looked over at my clothes neatly
hung over a chair, and realized that I was wearing my underwear.  The
girls had done well.  I turned over and went back to sleep.

There was a light tapping at the door, then it cracked open and I
heard Joan say, "You still alive in there?"

I opened my eyes, rolled over, and sat up, holding a blanket in front
of me.  "I think I'll make it," I said groggily.

She stepped into the room and put a tray with a pot of coffee on the
table beside the bed.  "I figured the girls would probably keep you
up all night.  I'll bet you'll think twice before you let anybody
rope you into doing something like this again."

"Well, they did a pretty good job of keeping me up, but it wasn't all
that bad.  How's your sister doing?  What time is it, anyway?"

"It's about two thirty, and she's doing fine.  She's here, actually.
In the living room.  She and Amy were baby-sitting you while I took
the girls back home."  She grinned.  I blushed.

"Sorry about that.  Sleeping here all day, I mean," I said.

"Don't worry about it.  I really appreciate your help.  How on earth
did you get those girls to keep the place so clean?  Usually this
place is a disaster area if there's even one girl sleeping over."

"Well, I don't think it was actually so much that they kept it clean,
I think they cleaned it up to make me look good."

"Hmmm.  In that case, I'll have to have you do this more often."  I
dived back under the covers.  "Well, maybe I'll at least give you a
chance to recover from this one first."  I peeked back out.  She
laughed and walked out of the room.

I got up, sipped a little coffee as I was dressing, picked up my
shaving kit, staggered out of the bedroom, said my goodbyes, and
walked out the door.  I was halfway down the walk when Amy came
flying out of the house, yelling "Mr.  Johnson!"  I stopped and
turned toward her.  She walked up and handed me my books.  "You
almost forgot these," she said.  I noticed a wisp of hair peeking out
between the pages of one of them.

"Thanks, Amy."  I tucked the books under my arm, but didn't turn to
leave.  "Thanks very much.  For everything."

"That's okay, Bob," she said very quietly.  "Any time."  With that,
she turned and walked back into the house.  And I walked back to
mine, thinking strange thoughts.

For the next few weeks I was worried sick.  Every day I would see Amy
in the morning, then again in class.  As far as I could tell, she
acted exactly the way she had before.  I couldn't detect a trace of
familiarity or any knowing looks.  The problem was that every time I
looked at her, I didn't see her wearing her school clothes, I saw her
wearing that damned tee shirt.  Fortunately, I was able to maintain
the appropriate decorum while I was at school, at least.  I saw the
other girls occasionally in the hall, but none of them paid the
slightest attention to me.  I began to breathe a little easier.
About the only noticeable change in my behavior was that I finally
relented to the ragging of some of the other teachers and started
going to the soccer games to support the team.  I saw Joan now and
then as she was going between her car and her door, but we just waved
and no words passed between us.

Then one Wednesday, a couple of months after the slumber party, I got
a call from Joan while I was at school, getting ready for final
grades.  "Bob, I just thought I'd call and bring you up to date.  My
sister is finally back home and taking care of herself, and things
have settled down a little around here.  I wonder if you'd like to
come over for dinner Friday evening.  Nothing special, just a little
pasta or something.  Come over, kick back, and relax for awhile.
Amy's going to be spending the night with Beth; you remember her, I
imagine.  Anyway, I do still owe you for sitting with the girls that
night.  I'm not trying to pay you off with a cheap dinner, you
understand, but I thought it would be a start."

Thoughts started flying through my mind.  I wondered just how much
she had guessed by now.  I wondered what she really had in mind.  I
wondered a lot of things, but I'd been trying for a long time to find
an excuse to spend some time with Joan, so I wasn't going to pass
this up.  "Thanks, Joan.  I wouldn't miss it.  Can I bring something?"

"Just yourself this time, Bob.  See you Friday at eight?"

"Eight it is, Joan.  I'll be looking forward to it."  And I would be,
too.

Friday at eight, I was knocking on Joan's door.  She opened it,
wearing an apron and looking more than a little frazzled.  She had
flour smudges on her face, and a wisp of hair curled down alongside
her nose.  She looked cute as she could be.  "Come on in.  I got home
from work late and I'm a little behind schedule.  Hope you're not
starved.  Should have something in half-an-hour or so.  Have a glass
of wine and keep me company in the kitchen."  An offer I couldn't
refuse.

I sat in the kitchen watching with wonder as Joan flew around doing
all sorts of mysterious things, all the while keeping up a continuous
conversation.  The wine was good, and it seemed to be keeping her
well fueled.  She started thanking me again for being such a good
samaritan in her hour of need, then went on to how Amy was always
talking about what a great teacher I was and all and how she really
liked me, and then she segued into how much she admired someone who
could cope with a classroom full of teenagers when she couldn't even
handle one, and how could anyone handle kids the way they were today,
and how the whole country was going to hell in a handbasket, and on
and on.  She kept my glass full as well as her own as she bounded
around the kitchen.  I made appropriate noises now and then, but
mainly just listened to her and watched admiringly as she worked.  If
Amy grew up to look like her Mom, somebody was going to be a very
lucky man.  Finally, Joan pulled off the apron, said "Give me ten
minutes," and headed down the hall.  I glanced at my watch.  It had
been 32 minutes since I had walked through the door.

To my astonishment, in 9 minutes, Joan was back.  A miracle!  A woman
who knew what a minute meant!  When I looked up, I was even more
astonished.  It wasn't that she was dressed to kill, she was wearing
just a simple dress, but she looked absolutely perfect.  I knew women
who spent over two hours to accomplish far less.  I suppose the look
on my face said more than any words I would have been able to come up
with anyway, because she just smiled and said, "Let's eat."

We moved into the small dining room, and eat we did.  The food was
delicious.  Conversation was light and fun, and we dawdled for over
an hour at the table.  When she had brought dessert and we had
polished that off along with coffee and Bailey's, she said suddenly,
"I know I'm a terrible hostess, but do you feel like a movie?"  I
didn't even ask what movie.

She shoved a tape into the VCR in the living room and joined me on
the sofa.  As the opening credits started to roll, she sat very close
to me and said, "Bob.  I'm terrible.  You're going to hate me."  I
didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything, just grunted
questioningly.  "I really, really did want to have you over, and not
just because I owe you, either.  But -- God!  You're going to hate
me!  -- I have another favor to ask."

I put my arm around her shoulders, feeling like a kid in the back of
a movie, and said, "Just ask, Joan, just ask."

"I don't know how to tell you this, I really don't.  And I really did
just find out today, so I didn't even know about it when I talked to
you on Wednesday."  I sat silently, waiting for her to go on.
"There's a business meeting, a seminar thing, next month.  In Hawaii.
It's a four-day weekend.  I'm not going to lie to you and tell you
that I absolutely have to go, because I don't, I could get out of it,
but I do really want to go.  It's important to me, and it could mean
a promotion in a couple of months.  And besides, I've never been to
Hawaii.  I know it's going to be awfully hot in July, but still.
Anyway."  She paused.  "The company would pay for Amy to go with me,
but she doesn't want to go.  Can you imagine that?  What she wants to
do is have a four-day party while I'm gone!  God!  Can you imagine?
Do you know what that bunch of girls could get in to in four days!
The thing is... Well, the thing is that she says that she proved
before that they could stay out of trouble and keep things in order
when I had to stay with Karen in the hospital that time, and she's
right, kind of.  But she said that as long as you were here to keep
an eye on them they could handle it.  Bob, she's sixteen, and Jen
would be here and she'll be eighteen in October, and she probably
could handle it and I guess I need to show that I trust her...But
four days!  I just don't know.  I could ask Karen to stay here the
whole time, I suppose, but she's as bad as they are.  Worse, maybe.
And besides Amy doesn't get along with her at all, and would probably
riot for four days just to prove a point.  I wouldn't ask you to stay
cooped up here for four days, but if you could just kind of move in
for a long weekend and keep the girls in line.  I know that with you
here, Amy would be on her best behavior, and I'm sure everything
would be all right.  I'd leave the station wagon here, so you could
pack them all in and get out of the house when you couldn't stand it
anymore.  It would be the same group that was here before, so you
know them.  Could you stand it?  I know they ran you ragged last
time, but they all talked about what a good sport you were.  If you
don't want to do it, just say so.  I'll drag Amy off to Hawaii with
me and make her have a good time in spite of herself.  But I promised
Amy I would at least ask you.  It would be Friday through Monday the
third weekend in July.  I know you've probably already got something
planned for then, and if you do, that's okay.  But I did promise Amy
I'd ask."

I waited for her to take a breath, then put my hand under her chin
and tilted her face up so that I could look into her eyes.  "Joan,
shut up," I said.  "Of course I'll do it.  It'll make me appreciate
the rest of the summer.  And I'll have time before then to take out
extra life insurance and get in shape.  Maybe a little self-defense
training."  I saw her face brighten, and she started to say
something.  I pressed two fingers against her lips.  "I said, shut
up."  She inhaled.  I moved my fingers.  She started to say
something.  I put my fingers back in place.  She inhaled.  I moved my
fingers, and started to say again, "Shut up."  As soon as I opened my
mouth, she pulled me down and kissed me on the lips.  Then she
released me, and said with a twinkle in her eyes, "Shut up, yourself."

I never did find out what movie we were watching.

