A Liberal Minded Woman
		by Jem Aura (c) 2006




Mitchell Wilkes was remodeling a basement sitting room. It's what he does 
for a living. Normally he remodels kitchens and baths, but his calendar was 
looking pretty empty so he was taking what he could get. This particular 
house was in a nice old part of town and backed up to a large city park. 
The basement had a convenient back entrance down a stairwell, so he 
wouldn't be tracking dust through the house. The stairwell opened onto a 
shady patio overlooking the park and he would take his breaks there 
watching the park-goers strolling by and maybe puffing a cigar. Mitch 
was in his forties and in pretty good shape except for a bum leg from a 
motorcycle accident when he was in college. But it only slows him down a 
little.   
	On this particular spring afternoon it was exceptionally warm. He 
was sunning on the patio, taking a breather from sanding drywall. The 
peace was suddenly broken by some children's voices not far away, shrill 
screams and shouts, but he couldn't tell where they were coming from. Out 
of the corner of his eye he saw a large red rubber ball roll out to the fence 
in the yard two houses down, a naked young girl ran out to get it and ran 
back to the patio where they were apparently playing. She seemed a bit 
too old to be oblivious of her nakedness. She looked to be 8 or 9 years 
old, far from being a toddler. Mitch couldn't see their patio from where he 
stood because of a small room addition that jutted out.  He casually 
walked to the back fence pretending to be gazing out at the park and 
stole some glances in their direction. 
	There was a nice looking woman at a patio table potting plants. 
Right next to the table was a large cast iron claw foot bathtub with three 
girls in it, three heads and the rubber ball were all he could see. The girls 
were holding the ball under water, then letting it go to see it splash and fly 
up. Soon it had gotten away from them again and rolled slowly to the 
center of the yard.  he could hear the girls talking:
	"It's your turn this time, Maggie."
	"Nuh-uh, not me! Look, there's a man over there."
	"You gotta, it's your turn. You promised. Besides, he's not even 
looking over here." She said. 
	The argument began to escalate and the girls' voices became shriller, 
until the woman intervened to preserve her sanity, "Maggie, if you 
promised to take turns then you should keep your promise." She said, the 
two other girls quieted down waiting for Maggie to mind. "Besides, what 
are you afraid of? He can't do anything to you. I'm right here." 
	Only partially hidden by a tree, Mitch had to turn his eyes in their 
sockets until it hurt in order to look like he wasn't staring into their yard. 
Maggie rose from the tub, knowing the glaring from her sisters would soon 
turn into shouting again if she didn't, and stepped onto the patio. To 
Mitch's surprise this girl was much older than the first he had seen. 
Maggie must be at least 12 years old. She clearly had small breasts. 
	Maggie walked slowly toward the ball, watching the strange man 
closely, trying to hide behind her long thin arms. As she came closer, her 
eyes penetrated the shade Mitch was standing in and she could see that 
he was looking at her. Quickly she scooped up the ball and ran back to 
the tub, slipping on the wet patio and nearly falling. Her mother issued 
some stern words of caution to her. 
	"But mom, he was looking at me." She said.
	"That doesn't mean it's okay to break your neck. When did you 
become so shy? You used to be the proudest one of us all."  But the girls 
had gone back to their game and to ignoring their mother. 
	Back in his chair in the sun, Mitch fantasized about what it might be 
like to be dating that woman. Ever since the mother of his own two boys 
waged an emotional war on him, and won, he had been unhappy in love 
and longed for the closeness of a family. But all the women who had been 
available either had huge issues or weighed a ton. He also knew that part 
of the fallout of the war and the reason he had become so reclusive was 
that his tastes in women had changed dramatically. Not that he didn't 
appreciate a beautiful woman, but he now had a very persistent attraction 
to young teenage girls. Or maybe it would be better to say he liked very 
petite, very young 'looking', very small breasted women. Yes, for Mitch 
that was much more acceptable - because he doesn't think of himself as a 
pervert or pedophile or sexual deviant, or whatever. And he knew he 
wasn't a pedophile for sure. He had looked the word up in the dictionary. 
It clearly says: and extreme attraction towards pre-pubescent children. 
And looking up pre-pubescent he found that pedophiles want no sign of 
puberty whatsoever. He definitely did. The more puberty the better. So 
Mitch fantasized about her, and in that alternate reality in his mind he 
simply waved to the mother and invited himself over to play with the girls 
and their rubber ball in the bathtub, splashing and having a big time. He 
went back to work and tried unsuccessfully to get the girls out of his mind.
	It wasn't really the girls that he was dwelling on though, It was the 
circumstances. Under what circumstances do three girls of varied ages 
decide to get naked on a semi-private patio in broad daylight with their 
mother in attendance? Then dare each other to run after a ball with the 
mother totally unconcerned about prying eyes? The answer that came to 
him was that the mother must have some exhibitionist tendencies herself. 
And isn't an antique bathtub on your patio a bit suggestive of the same 
thing? 
	
	Two days later Mitch was two blocks from arriving at his job site. 
The rain was pouring down as he waited on the busy boulevard in the 
center lane to make a left turn. Large Semi tractor trailers were bearing 
down on the intersection when a car emerged from Mitch's left, oblivious 
to the traffic traveling 50 plus Miles per hour. One truck skidded 
through the intersection smashing into the guilty car. Another truck 
began jack-knifing and caught a white minivan waiting to make a right turn 
with his trailer, flinging it off the road and down an embankment, slamming 
onto a concrete sewer structure. The minivan flipped over and flames 
leapt out from the chassis. 
	Mitch jumped out and ran toward the fire as fast as he could, 
dodging the remnants of skidding vehicles. Hitting the slope at a full run, 
he skied down the muddy embankment, fell and slid the rest of the way on 
his back, sliding to a stop in front of the tilted windshield of the minivan. 
	Mitch could hear panicked screams and see palms slapping at the 
windshield. He slipped and squished his way to the rear of the vehicle and 
tried lifting the rear hatch. 
	"Unlock the doors!" Mitch screamed, but the screams inside the van 
drowned him out. A young girl appeared at the rear window and Mitch 
screamed as loud as he could for her to unlock the doors. She 
disappeared, Mitch noticed the flames and smoke were growing quickly. 
A few moments and he heard the clunk of the locks. He yanked on the 
hatch handle and it flew open.  Two girls emerged and Mitch climbed in. 
The driver was panicked and fumbling at her seatbelt. Another young girl 
was trying to help her, crying loudly and screaming at the fire coming 
across the windshield. Mitch grabbed the young girl and pulled her out, 
went right back to the woman and released her belt easily with one push of 
the button. He pulled her out as well. 
	Gasping for breath, Mitch was trying to get the woman to move up 
the slope away from the burning van when she screamed and pointed. 
	The young girl Mitch had pulled out had fallen in the mud near the 
chassis side of the van and fire was crawling up her legs. The girl screamed 
in horror. 
	Mitch launched himself at the girl. He was only a few feet away. 
Scooping her up her dove for the drainage ditch that fed the storm sewer. 
The water was knee deep and he quickly sat her in the water, the flames 
disappeared. 
	There are only a very few times in the average person's life where an 
opportunity to distinguish oneself arises. The average person lets those 
opportunities slip by. Mitch had been average until that moment. But 
now he sat on the curb of the highway, waiting for the emergency vehicles 
to arrive, very satisfied with himself. And to his extreme satisfaction, he got 
to point out the idiot that caused the whole thing. The idiot, however, 
turned out to be an ancient old woman, and she was hurt badly.  The 
paramedics examined the girl closely but could not find any trace of a 
burn on her legs. Her pants had been soaked from falling down and 
probably shielded her legs. The leaking gasoline had mixed with the water 
and got on the girl somehow. The police took a statement from Mitch and 
the mother and her three daughters all went to the hospital in the 
ambulance. Mitch went to work. 
	That evening, just as Mitch was about to wrap up work for the day, 
the local radio news reported on the accident. The Woman and her girls 
were all released from the hospital with minor cuts and bruises. The old 
woman was in critical condition with a crushed vertebrae in her neck. And 
there was an unidentified hero at the scene that rescued the mother and 
her three daughters from the burning vehicle, complete with details about 
the girl on fire and his amazing actions to save her. Police refused to 
release the man's name at his request. 
	A couple more days passed by uneventfully. The weather had 
gotten chilly again and Mitch sat on the patio staring out at the park and 
checking off the list in his head of what he still had to do before finishing 
this job. It wasn't much - about a day and a half and he could pack up his 
tools. 
	As he flicked his cigar butt into the yard and got up to go inside, he 
caught sight of the woman with the naked girls. They were all clothed. 
The woman had a bandage on her forehead. At the exact moment Mitch 
began to wonder if it were possible, the woman looked up and immediately 
recognized him. 
	"That's him!" She said excitedly. "That's him!" gesturing to her girls 
to come look. "Hello! We never got a chance to thank you!" She yelled 
across the mutual neighbor's yard. The girls lined up along the fence to 
see if it were true. The youngest one, the one that was on fire, got a good 
look at Mitch, ran toward her house, and disappeared. 
	Mitch felt awkward. "You're welcome, any time." he said, waving. "I'm 
glad you are all okay. That's thanks enough for me."
	About that time the youngest one ran up to Mitch from the back 
gate and flung her arms around him. She squeezed him tight for a long 
moment before looking up and saying, "Everybody says if you wasn't 
there I might have died or been burned all up. We might all have died." She 
released him and stepped back, displaying her legs for him. "See? I'm not 
burnt at all. Momma says you might be a guardian angel." she said, 
wrapping her arms around him again.
	"What's your name sweetheart?" asked Mitch. 
	"Paula. What's yours?" She replied.
	"Mitch." 
	Paula shouted over her shoulder at her mom and sisters, "His name is 
Mitch."
	Paula pulled on Mitch and eventually had him standing at her front 
door. She shoved it open and called for her mother. The woman was soon 
smiling down at him.
	"Mitchell Wilkes." He said, extending his hand.
	"Grace Tompkins, and this is Maggie, Melissa , and Paula." she 
said, pointing at each in turn. "Please come in.  Girls, step aside and let 
Mr. Wilkes in."
	As Mitch entered their home, he noticed the artwork on the walls in 
the entry hall and front room as he passed. She had several large art 
prints and large poster size photographs of amazingly beautiful nudes, 
both male and female. As we walked down the hall he glanced at a 
collection of photos in a large frame. It was a collage of her family vacation 
at a nude beach. 
	"Can I get you something to drink?" asked Grace.
	"No, thank you. I'm fine. I really need to get back to work." Said 
Mitch, displaying his usual social ineptitude. In actuality, Mitch wasn't 
socially inept - He was honest. After his emotional breakdown, his 
therapist had impressed upon him the importance of being genuine with 
people. Stop trying to hide behind a fictional character. Just be yourself. 
He had found he liked it that way. Much less mental work involved.
	"Do you mind my asking what kind of work you do?" Asked Grace. 
Mitch stood beside the kitchen table. The girls were all strategically 
placed to see and hear what he had to say. The two older girls were acting 
peculiar, blushing and staring at Mitch in awe. This added to his 
discomfort.
	"We were on the news!" Paula blurted out. 
	"Yes, I know." then turning back to her mother, "I do kitchen and 
bath remodeling." 
	"You're kidding. I have been wanting to do something with my 
bathroom for ages, can you look at it for me?" 
	Mitch stayed quiet for longer than what would be usual. "You don't 
have to try and pay me back."
	"I know." and now Grace paused for too long. "It was an amazing 
thing you did. It was a miracle." She said seriously.
	"Like I said, seeing you all well is thanks enough. Try to understand 
what it means to a man to have a chance to act, to be able to prove to 
himself that he is capable of doing what's necessary in a crisis, that he can 
think clearly and not be afraid. It means a lot to me to have been given the 
opportunity. To me, that's the miracle. Thanks to you I don't feel ordinary 
any more."
	"Oh, you're not ordinary. That's for sure."
	"Now, don't go making my head any bigger than it already is." Mitch 
said, feeling the girls' eyes on him. They were deep in thought over what 
had just been said, trying to adjust their perspective of the events - 
because what Mitch had said made sense to them. 
	Grace was now joining in with the girls retrospective, trying to adjust 
her own mind to this man. He was so utterly unique among the men she had 
known, at least what she could tell so far. He had his own way of seeing 
things, and they weren't usual, but they were good to her. She wanted him 
to know how much what he had done meant to her. Not just restoring their 
physical safety, but her faith in men as well. It had been five years and she 
had barely looked at a man. Now she was wondering if she should even try 
living another day without one.  "Mitch, when I turned and saw my 
precious girl on fire, it stabbed at my soul with like a hot ice pick in my 
heart. I felt helpless, and I knew that if I lost my little girl, that my life would 
tainted with sorrow forever. I had already given up. I was bracing for that 
life full of despair: Full of the images of my own daughter engulfed in 
flames." Grace paused, fighting back tears. "And then in an instant, in the 
blink of an eye, you had her in your arms, safe and secure. The way I see 
it, the way it all went from horror to perfectly fine in the snap of a finger, it 
was a miracle. It has to be a miracle."
	Mitch smiled at the lovely faces, and at the moment of understanding 
and reflection that had them all charged emotionally. His eyes settled on 
Melissa, the middle girl about to turn 11. "Don't forget about the other 
hero." Mitch paused for affect, "What's your name again, sweetheart?" 
Mitch asked, pinching the girl's chin. 
	"Melissa." She said, wondering why she was a hero.
	"Well, Melissa had a cool head under pressure. When she came to 
the back window she wasn't crying, and she unlocked the doors so I could 
get you all out. Mighty handy girl to have around in a crisis." 	The other 
three all looked at Melissa with wonder. "You never said you unlocked 
the doors."  Grace said.
	Melissa nodded, "Mitch asked me to so I did."  She shrugged like 
'no big deal' which raised the girl up in Mitch's eyes significantly. 
	Eventually Grace led Mitch to her bathroom and talked at length 
about moving walls, enlarging her master bathroom and creating a walk-in 
closet. When he was nearly finished, he searched for something he had 
noticed about her and her family that she might like to talk about: an old 
salesman's trick, and it was out of habit when he was in business mode. Of 
course all he could think of was the obvious, so he stumbled right into it. "I 
couldn't help but notice all of the pictures, are you all naturists?"
	She smiled and replied, "yes, but not practicing any more. Since my 
divorce we've stopped going to the camps. We can't afford it, and now 
that I work, I don't get much vacation time." She walked me to the collage in 
the hall. "This was in France about five years ago - our last camp." 
	"You know, he remember as a kid how much he loved running around 
naked. But every time he imagine myself in with nudists he get terrified." he 
said honestly. 
	"Why? What's to be afraid of?" She asked. 
	"Well, you're the first naturist I've ever actually talked to, he suspect 
a lot of people feel like he do at first, probably just out of ignorance." he 
said. 
	She gave a knowing smile. "I think he know. But ask anyway."
	I stumbled around looking for the right way to say it until 
embarrassment made me just blurt it out. "I think he would not be able to 
control his erection in the presence of a bunch of naked females." 
	"Yeah, every guy worries about that at first. Once you've been 
around the community for a while, you realize that it's the fact that you 
can't hide your affection toward someone that your afraid of. Naturism is 
as much about exposing your feelings as it is your skin. An erection is 
natural. In fact, naturist women get frustrated that the men become immune 
to the affect that nudity used to have on them. They see someone like you 
as a good thing, like new blood to infuse some new energy into the group. 
A lot of times, a man who becomes aroused will be dragged away by his 
woman leaving the others wishing they were as lucky as her, and it becomes 
contagious like a yawn and pretty soon everyone is making love. So it's a 
good thing all around." She said. 
	I nodded, enjoying the open talk of sex with this pretty lady. "I never 
thought of it like that. But an even greater fear he have is being around 
the children. It's bad enough to think about being exposed to them, but his 
God, what if he became aroused?" he asked.
	"It's really no big deal. Your perspective is tainted with the puritan 
culture that is everywhere nowadays. Most guys just let it all hang out. 
Some men hide it from the older girls - apparently you can feel it coming 
on in time to tuck it between your legs until it passes." 
	"Why just the older girls?"
	"It doesn't seem to phase the younger girls, but the older ones are 
pumped full of harmones and can't seem to ignore it. They blush and stare 
a lot, then become embarrassed, which makes it even worse because the 
blush causes more arousal in the man. It kind of feeds on itself." 
	"Ah, he see. he guess that makes sense. It's all very new to me." he 
stammered around trying to phrase his next question as carefully as he 
could. "But what about... " he chickened out, and fear washed over me at 
the thought of mentioning it.
	"What is it? Please don't be afraid to ask me anything. I've heard and 
seen it all."  She reassured me.
	"Well, It's really just a curiosity about how you perceive something 
that seems to me to be all screwed up by the 'puritan' attitudes in society, 
as you put it.  They seem to think that a man should be able to shut off his 
sexual arousal just because a particular pair of breasts belongs to a girl 
who is not of the legal age of consent. he know how men are, he am one and 
he know I'm not unique in this. We all get horny seeing youthful, but 
otherwise sexually mature, females, regardless of their age. So his 
question is, what would happen if a beautiful young girl with a gorgeous 
body were to cause me to have an erection, would he be judged a pervert?" 
he said passionately. 
	To his dismay, he noticed a distressed look on Grace's face. She 
was struggling with what he had just said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I've upset you. he 
guess I'm wrong. Maybe he should get going..."
	"No, wait! It's not what you think." She said, pausing to get control 
of herself and blocking his way out.  "You don't understand. he fought 
with the girls father for years about that very same issue. He was so pig 
headed about it that it eventually drove us apart. he mean, if he could have 
spoken the words you just did, we would probably still be together." 
	I was shocked by this, not knowing what she was talking about. She 
saw his confusion and continued explaining. "I know, it's confusing.  Their 
dad always claimed that he was never attracted to anyone except me. he 
know, it seems like he shouldn't be mad about that, and he wouldn't be if it 
were true, but it was a lie. he could see him looking at the girls. He always 
wore sunglasses, but sitting right next to him, he could see. Eventually he 
caught him with a young woman, and he continued to lie to me. She 
paused, gauging his reaction, then added, "I've probably told you way 
more than you ever wanted to hear."
	"No, please, he really don't mind. It makes me feel like I'm not crazy. 
People are hypocrites when it comes to this stuff, there's no doubt. he just 
wish he could figure out why."
	"huh, good luck." She said sarcastically, trying to reel in her 
emotions about her ex. 
	"The way he am, he know he could have forgiven him for sleeping 
with a pretty young girl if he thought he still had his heart, but he couldn't 
be honest and his heart strayed. So he left him." Tears welled up a little as 
she went quiet, contemplating her life.  
	I pulled her into his arms and held her. "You're a good woman, 
Grace. he have no doubt."
	"I'm sorry, it's just when you just blurted out your fears so honestly 
to me, when we hardly know each other, and that he couldn't at all, well, it 
just confirmed his fears about him, and renewed by faith in men a little at 
the same time. You're an honest man Mitch."
	"Well, since you feel that way, when can he get started on your 
bathroom?" he asked, smiling down at her.
	She slapped his arm for breaking the mood, but then realized it was 
time to. Our conversation drifted back towards business and he promised 
to send her an estimate via email in a week or so. 
	I had dwelt a lot in his thoughts about Grace and the quick leap we 
had made into emotional intimacy. When he finally sent her bid, he added 
to the note saying he had thoroughly enjoyed talking with her and hoped 
we would have the opportunity to spend some time together in the future. 
Pretty clear. She responded, accepting the bid, and said she had been 
thinking about me a lot. 
	Several weeks later, nearing the start of summer, he was well into the 
project and was beginning to see some light at the end of the tunnel. On a 
particular Friday evening he had worked late determined to finish laying 
all of the tiles so that he could grout first thing in the morning. he was 
sweaty and tired when Grace came in to see the progress. Seeing his 
weakened state, she rubbed his shoulders and neck, unsolicited. It seemed 
to me that it was more than a friendly gesture. When he finally shrugged 
her off, he got up, turned to face her, and kissed her deeply. We stayed 
locked together for a long, long time. Melissa, her middle girl of 10 years 
called from the kitchen but her mother ignored her. Eventually she came 
skipping in to the room and froze, stunned. Turning a perfect pirouette 
on one toe, she dashed from the room shouting to her sisters "Mom and 
Mitch are kissing! Mom and Mitch are kissing!"
	Soon the whole crew, including a few neighborhood kids were 
watching us kiss, me turning red and Grace smiling at me, until they finally 
got bored and went back out to play.  
	Grace invited me to stay for dinner and a movie with her girls. he 
gratefully accepted and cleaned up the worksite and myself as quickly as 
he could. he always kept a clean set of clothes stashed in his truck for just 
such an occasion. 
	I joined the girls in the TV room, their mom fussing in the kitchen. My 
experience told me that there is usually a warming up period with kids 
when a new man stays for dinner - quiet detached brooding and 
suspicion. But they seemed to skip that entirely, possibly having seen us 
kissing, and his familiar form working quietly in the back for a couple of 
weeks. They went straight into teasing me and jockeying among 
themselves for his attention. When Grace asked the girls to see what he 
wanted to drink, they began climbing over each other to win the honor. 
	Dinner was pleasant, quick, and uneventful. Everyone was anxious 
to stretch out for the movie. Once settled, he had Grace pinned against 
one of the arms of the couch. Apparently, the girls were accustomed to 
having their mother to themselves for loving affection during these times. 
Paula, the 8 year old was at her mother's feet on the floor, leaning against 
her legs; Melissa, the 10 year old stretched out on the couch with her 
head on the opposite arm rest, but soon had ooched her way around and 
had her head resting in his lap, her mother stroking her hair. Maggie, the 
12 year old had risen above it all and was alone on the floor, her head 
propped up on her arms. 
	Due to me, dinner had been late in coming, and now the girls were 
dropping off to sleep one-by-one in the middle of the movie. Neither 
Grace nor he were much interested in the movie, so we began kissing, 
uncomfortably, being penned in by the two girls.
	I had been trying to imagine how things would play out in this open 
minded environment once Grace and he started getting more serious 
about our strong desires for one another. Here, on the couch, he was 
starting to find out.
	Grace seemed like a force penned back by a damn. Once the 
passions started flowing, it seemed like she gained force and energy 
quickly so that there was no denying her what she wanted, moving forward 
almost recklessly in response to our growing lustiness. As much as he was 
reluctant to grope her body amongst her sleeping daughters, she seemed 
hell bent on groping mine right then and there. Sitting awkwardly 
shoulder to shoulder, he had been caressing her thigh. She had done the 
same for a few seconds before moving right to his crotch, rubbing his 
erection through his jeans just inches from Melissa's head. 
	A deep moan escaped from his throat unintentionally, and as if in 
response to this, she pushed her youngest away from her legs, turned and 
began undoing his belt and jeans. "Are you sure it's okay?" he asked 
worriedly as she slipped her hand in under his boxers grasping his penis 
and trying to wrestle it free. 
	"Try to relax, They've seen it before. It's perfectly natural, you said 
it yourself. 
	"But I..."  My penis sprang out of its confinement, and at the same 
time, Maggie on the floor lifted her head looking right at us, then settled it 
back onto her folded arm, and watched us through the slits in her eyes, 
feigning sleep. She had been watching the whole time apparently. 
	"If you're uncomfortable we can go in the other room." Grace said, 
and in answer, Melissa said quietly from his lap, "Nooo mom, stay here." 
Grace chuckled at the shocked look on his face. 
	"They're all a bunch of fakers." he said out loud. 
	Melissa and Maggie giggled under their breath. 
	"I wish you would stay. It would hurt their feelings to leave them out. 
It's a comfort that they've grown accustomed to - and so have I. You'll feel 
it too." She paused, waiting for me to absorb her words. "Well? What do 
you want to do?" She asked.
	In answer he leaned over and began kissing her again. The girls let 
out a collective pleasant sigh. he didn't need any more convincing. Grace 
was stroking me gently, and he began massaging her breasts as we 
resumed kissing. 
	She was right. As our passions grew we moved onto the floor and 
she sucked on me at length until he came violently into her mouth. The 
whole time having this strange awareness of being watched, but also being 
proud that he am the alpha, the bull, a mature man capable of intense love-
making, a sexual being, and a freedom to express it openly without any 
reserve. It was that lack of reserve that opened the flood gates for me. The 
arousal he felt was like no other he had ever experienced. The girls 
watched dreamily, their blushed faces glowing in the light of the TV, 
respectfully quiet and unmoving.
	Grace gently stroked his penis until he began to harden again, then 
climbed on top of me and made love to me, having two orgasms before he 
finally came inside of her. As he lay there being rocked upon, he noticed 
Maggie next to me. She had rolled on her back, watching us openly, her 
hand rubbing her crotch vigorously. Then hearing something above his 
head he turned to see Melissa rubbing herself too. he wondered about 
this, especially Melissa who seemed too young to be masturbating. 
	Breathing hard and sweating, we lay there as the credits to the 
movie ran by making light patterns on the ceiling. "Was it different? he 
mean, was it better than usual having his girls as an audience?" 
	"Oh it was different all right, he was nervous at first, but then he felt 
this freedom I've never felt before. Very much like when he used to run 
around the golf course naked with his friends. he felt young. Very young."
	"You know you have a gift for words. It's like he can relate to what 
you say perfectly, and that is a true gift." Grace said sweetly.
	"Well, thank you. he appreciate that a lot." 
	"Can you stay tonight?  Please?" She begged.
	"Sure. he won't have to drive to work tomorrow." 
	"It's Saturday." She said.
	"I know. he work Saturdays sometimes. he guess it will depend on 
what his options are."
	Maggie got up, kissed her mom, then kissed me, and excused herself, 
going to bed. 
	"Will you help me get these two tucked in?" She said, rolling off of 
me and standing up. 
	"Sure. Can you carry Paula?" he asked.
	"No. Not any more. he wrecked his back a few years ago and had to 
have surgery."
	"Well, one at a time then." he said, picking Paula up off the floor.
	Grace led the way. In her room she turned on a lamp and he laid 
Paula on her bed. While Grace was picking up toys and clutter from the 
floor and putting it away she said, "Get her clothes off and throw them to 
me."
	"All of them?" he asked curiously.
	"Yeah, they always sleep nude in the summer." 
	I knew Paula had woken up and was faking asleep. But she showed 
no signs of distress at the prospect of me stripping her bare, so he worked 
her t-shirt off and then pulled her shorts and panties off with one motion. 
Grace came up beside me and we stared down at her daughter naked on 
the bed. Paula smiled a little, giving herself away. But Grace just smiled at 
me and we tucked her in under a light sheet. 
	Grace went to neaten up Melissa's room while he went to fetch her. 
Melissa was significantly heavier, a taller, thicker version of her younger 
sister. he sat beside her on the couch and rolled her onto me, then stood 
up, saving his own back from undue stress. he relished the feeling of her 
thinly clad body in full contact with his naked one. As he entered the 
bedroom, he realized that he was becoming aroused. he laid her on the bed 
and began undressing her. 
	Again, she was awake, and he knew it. As her shirt came over her 
head, he was surprised to see she had small breasts. They were all but 
invisible under her shirt, but now in the dim glow and long shadows of the 
lamplight, he could see small mounds and small puffy nipples. My erection 
was now becoming noticeable, and he still had to take her shorts and 
panties off. While he fumbled with her clothes, Grace came up behind me. 
he confessed his condition to her right away. "Look at what your pretty 
little girl did." he said, leaning back and displaying his semi-rigidness. 
	Grace laughed and said, "If you didn't get hard tearing clothes off 
pretty girls I'd think you were weird." 
	Melissa heard this and raised up on her elbows to see what we were 
talking about. Playfully, she touched his penis with her toe and it jumped. 
he gave her a mocking stern look and she sank back onto her pillow. Grace 
just shook her head and motioned for me to finish removing her shorts and 
panties. We both kissed her goodnight, but as he delivered his kiss, 
Melissa wrapped her arms around his neck and held me there, rubbing her 
cheek on his stubbly face. Her mother had to extract me from her grasp.
	Grace closed the bedroom door behind her and said, "They really 
like you a lot." 
	"I can tell." he said. "It's a very nice feeling.  They are precious."
	"I like you a lot too." She said, stopping me in the hall and leaning in 
for a kiss. he didn't disappoint her. In her bed we snuggled and talked 
quietly and then fell asleep without making love. We awoke in each other's 
arms with a wonderful breeze drifting across the room and sunlight 
streaming in. 
	"Don't get up." he said. "I'll start the coffee and be right back." 
	Grace didn't argue. he knew the coffee routine from the weeks of 
working there. he slipped his boxers on and tiptoed to the kitchen. Old 
habits die hard.
	Back in the bed, he noticed the wonderful smell of the coffee and 
was just about to get up again when the door opened and in walked 
Maggie, nude and carrying a tray with two mugs of coffee on it.
	"Bless you his child." he said. The girl was stunningly beautiful. 
And something about the proper way she held her head up and her back 
straight carrying the tray amplified her innocent budding sexuality. One 
by one the girls drifted in and climbed onto the bed with us. he felt stupid 
in his boxers. And he knew he would feel even more stupid removing them 
just so he wouldn't feel stupid.
	"Okay you guys, I'm new at this. What should he do?"
	"What?" asked Maggie.
	"I'm the only one with clothes on and now he feel stupid." he said 
honestly. 
	"So take them off." They all said in unison. 
	"But then I'm gonna feel even stupider." 
	Grace jumped at that, "Stupider? What kind of word is that? And 
he said such nice things about the way you expressed yourself last night." 
	Melissa was on the move across the bed. She grabbed the leg of his 
boxers and tried pulling them down. he was almost too slow in reacting, but 
he got hold of the waist just in time and held them up. The other two girls 
quickly came to their sister's aide and began wrestling his hands away, 
prying each finger off one at a time. In the midst of the delight of just 
goofing around with the girls, he suddenly realized that he was wrestling 
with three young naked nymphs, their bodies contacting mine incidentally 
from all sides. The boxers came down and were whisked out of the room by 
Paula, laughing hysterically as she ran down the hall to hide them. 
	"Thanks girls, he feel much better now." he said sarcastically. 
Everyone was laughing and it took a while for it to die down.
	When Paula came back in, she climbed up on the bed and couldn't 
easily find a place to settle, so she unabashedly snuggled against me 
opposite the side her mother was snuggling. he passed a worried look by 
Grace and she just smiled back at me reassuringly. he draped his arm 
around Paula, his hand caressing her hip. 
	I tried to focus his mind on other things, but Melissa spoke up and 
confirmed his worst fear. "Momma, look." She said, pointing at his 
erection.
	I was mortified. But the girls talked calmly. "Well, momma, he think 
you need to do something. Don't you?"
	"Well, he think maybe he should. What do you think Maggie?" 
	"Hey, Are you making fun of me?" he asked, their talk sounding a 
little too calm and courteous. 
	They smiled at me knowingly, and guiltily. Grace deftly slid her 
fingers over his penis making it jump, and repeated the movement many 
times until he was rock hard, all the while the six young eyes bored in on me.
	"Can he try too" Asked Paula, 
	"Me too? Me too?" the other two chimed in.
 	"I think Mitch is still too nervous. But he's doing remarkably well, 
don't you think girls?" They all nodded, smiling.
	"Can we Mr. Mitch?" "Yea can we?" "can we?" they all begged.
	"I don't care, it's up to your mom." But he turned to her quickly and 
asked, "Is this part of what a naturist family does?"
	"Yea, he mean, it can be. But you don't go around advertising 
everything that a family does together. If we are open about our desires 
and express affection towards one another freely, it's only natural that a 
young girl will be curious about what it is about a man's penis that makes it 
so interesting. he don't consider caressing, or even masturbation as being 
sex. They are simply more sensual ways of expressing affection 
physically."
	My heart jumped up in his throat. Did that mean he could 
masturbate her daughters too? Holy shit!
	The girls knew all this talk basically meant 'yes' and they all three 
touched and caressed his penis, blushing deeply and making little cooing 
sounds. Out of embarrassment just sitting there watching them, he began 
kissing Grace while her daughters did their thing. After a while he 
whispered in her ear to lay prone to me so he could make love to her. She 
did and he pulled away from the girls and entered their mother, fucking her 
proper, the visions of her young girls naked bodies brought me up to a 
fevered pitch and we both climaxed together. 
	Coming out of the bathroom after washing myself, he climbed into an 
empty bed, the girls having gone off somewhere. he thumbed through a 
magazine that he found on the bedside table. Soon Melissa came in and 
sat next to me, watching me. 
	"You are very pretty." he said.
	Melissa just smiled at me. 
	"Do you ever tell your friends that you are naturists?"
	"Yea, but he don't think they understand what it really means."
	"I mean, do you talk about stuff like what we were just doing?"
	"Of course not, we aren't stupid." 
	'Oh, good. So you understand. But he thought....'
	"There you go thinking again. Does anybody smell something 
burning?" She said laughing. Then she yelled out the door, "Mitch was 
thinking again." And immediately Grace replied "I smell something 
burning." Melissa beamed a satisfied smile at me, apparently an inside 
joke.
	"For 10 years old, he think you're pretty cool, sweet Melissa."
	"that's a song.  They named me after it."
	"Sweet Melissa? he know that one, it's a Allman Brothers song." he 
sang the line with her name in it and she nodded. 
	Melissa had laid down close beside me. Rolling over, she was now 
spooned against his side. My arm naturally fell around her and his hand 
held her narrow hip. Again, the contact of her warm soft skin on mine, the 
shape of her hip and butt under his hand, and especially her delicate hand 
tracing patterns on his chest, started his sex engine and his penis began 
to throb and grow slowly. After a minute or so of trying to think it back 
down unsuccessfully, Melissa noticed and flashed me a quick smile, 
knowing it was all her. Swiftly she traced a line straight down to it and 
started tracing lines on it, making it bounce and jump to her touches. he 
took her arm and pulled it away, bringing her hand to his mouth he kissed 
it. "Sweetheart, I'd feel better if your mom was here. he don't know what's 
okay to do and what isn't." 
	Melissa gave me an exasperated look, as if to say: 'well why don't 
you just ask me?', but then she softened and was about to say something 
when in walked her mom. Seeing me and the position we were in, she gave 
her daughter a sideways look. Melissa gave her a defensive shrug and 
then as if to put some blame on me, said, "He wouldn't let me play with it."  
Grace turned her sideways look on me. 
	"I... he just said I'd feel better if you were here." he said in a defensive 
tone that mocked Melissa.  
	A large smile broke out on Grace's face, apparently loving the 
dynamic that was developing, "It's okay 
Mitch, you can relax. he trust the girls. They know the rules. Now, what 
would you like for breakfast?"
	After Grace had retreated back to the kitchen, he asked Melissa to 
please explain the rules.
	"There's really only one rule: you can't penetrate anybody 
anywhere with anything unless you're both 18 years old. That's why you 
and mommy can do it, cause you're old enough."
	"I see." he said as she began tracing lines on his chest again. As an 
experiment in this newly found knowledge, he ran his hand along her back 
and then deliberately cupped her butt cheeks, one at a time in his hand. 
She wiggled her hips indicating she liked it, so he caressed her back and 
butt for a while, then went back to his magazine, Melissa contentedly 
stroking and playing with his penis until she got bored and went into the 
kitchen. Spontaneously, the image of a pack of monkeys entered his mind 
and lay there for a long time. 
	A few minutes later Paula climbed up on the bed and sat looking at 
the magazine with me, and a few minutes after that, Maggie appeared in a 
see through nightie that shone in the bright sunlight of the window. 
	"Oh, Maggie, that is so beautiful on you." he said. "I think that's the 
most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
	She just smiled, and danced delicately around the bed and back 
again. "This is his mom's, but he like to wear it sometimes." She said in a 
flirty way that made me think she meant, "I like to wear it for special 
occasions, and you're the special occasion." 
	When she approached the side of the bed he was on, he grabbed 
her and lifted her onto me. She screamed at his sudden assault. he 
playfully kissed her neck and rubbed his whiskers all around, driving her 
crazy and making her scrunch up into a ball. he eased up and let her relax. 
"You better be careful wearing such sexy clothes, you never know who 
might grab you."
	Looking up at me from her balled up position she slowly uncoiled 
and pretended she was a cat, looming over me, one hand raised, claws 
exposed, hissing, then struck, scratching his chest, and then aiming for his 
face she was poised to strike at his eyes. "Please don't hurt me!" he 
begged, bringing his hands up to protect his face.
	"Then you must obey me." She said, her voice now sounding like a 
witch, Paula watching intently, her eyes sparkling with delight. 
	"Okay, Okay, anything, I'll do anything you say, just don't hurt me." 
he said, winking at Paula, who tattled on me to her sister for winking, who 
raised her claws at his eyes again. At that moment, he was stunned by 
something he noticed across the room. Grace had a small vanity desk that 
sat diagonally in the corner, the mirror was pointed directly towards the 
center of the bed but was small enough he had not noticed it before. 
Maggie was on her knees straddling me, one arm holding up her torso, the 
other ready to strike, her ass was pointed right at the mirror, his penis 
visible just under it, limp but far from it's smallest state. he mean it's as if 
someone meticulously positioned her for the classic 'fuck me from behind' 
pose, her nightie hiked up not covering anything. he stared for a long time, 
then feeling his arousal returning, he turned back to Maggie who 
considered me suspiciously. he just smiled and then said "Look in the 
mirror over there."
	She did, and studied herself for a few moments, thinking. She then 
turned slowly back to me and in her witches voice said: "So, you like that 
do you? Well, perhaps you need to be properly punished for enjoying 
yourself so much!" Her claws raised high to strike as her mother called: 
"Breakfast!". The girls bolted for the kitchen. 
	I put his boxers back on, being nearly fully erect again, and followed 
slowly after, wondering when he would wake up and be back in the real 
world again.
	
	



  
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